tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815302624662277562024-03-05T00:08:36.390-08:00Charles Rampton's Family HistoryCharles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-9598948095648752792013-10-13T01:53:00.000-07:002013-10-13T01:53:03.718-07:00<h2 style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I was growing up I enjoyed many a jawbreaker.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were big round pieces of candy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And they were very hard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, I believed that if you tried to
bite through one, you would break your jaw.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Hence the name.</span></div>
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</span><span style="font-size: large;">Yesterday, I learned that such was not always the case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Jawbreakers were not always round hard
pieces of candy that you could break your jaw on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I learned that in the early part of the 20th century, jawbreakers
were actually marbles covered with taffy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Who would have thought. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How I
learned this is an interesting story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Two days ago I got a new, old book in the mail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>New to me and old in that it was written in
1985.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I guess that's not so old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The book was entitled <em>Some Days of My Life,</em>
written by Rendell Noel Mabey, a nephew to my Grandfather Cash (Charles Cash
Rampton.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Actually they were a
generation apart but were born within a couple of years of each other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rendell Noel Mabey's father, Charles Rendell
Mabey was governor of the state of Utah from 1920-1925.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His mother was the older half sister of
Grandfather Cash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The two young boys
grew up in Bountiful, Utah, their houses less than a stone throws apart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Grandfather Cash's father, Charles Hyrum Rampton (who was
affectionately known as Pa) owned a three story building in town many referred to
as the Opera House.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Actually the first
floor of the building was a store while one of the upper ones was a large recreational
hall where dances, musical performances and plays were performed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> I believe there was even a mortuary in the building. </span>Below is a drawing of the building.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A beautiful buiding indeed. The following is from Rendell Charles Mabey's book, <em>Some Days of My Life:</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This is a picture of Grandfather Cash about the time this story happened. His younger sister Wilda is with him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I'll never look at a jawbreaker the same way again. Nor will I accept any when I go trick or treating in a couple of weeks.</span><br />
Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-54627914818873545452012-12-16T13:49:00.002-08:002012-12-16T13:49:57.669-08:00Carol Wilda Rampton
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March 16, 1957.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
was four years old at the time and our family (Dad, Mom, one and a half year
old Richard and myself) lived in Salt Lake City while my Dad finished his
Masters Degree in Civil Engineering at the University of Utah. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were about four months away from moving to
California.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On this day, Mom gave birth
to a little girl in Salt Lake's Holy Cross Hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Same one I was born in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They named her Carol Wilda Rampton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This name has always puzzled me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I understand Wilda.....that was my Dad's grandmother's name, Wilda Cash
Rampton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But Carol....the only Carol in
our family that I know of was my Mom's younger sister and I was led to believe
they never got along very well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps
I'm wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Little Carol was not a
healthy baby when she was born, having heart and lung problems.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She lived but twelve hours and then passed
away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Before dying my Dad was able to
give her and name and blessing. </div>
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A few days later she was buried in the Mt. Olivet Cemetery
in Salt Lake City in a family plot my Grandpa Cash had bought.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For 37 years she laid there alone until
Grandpa Cash died in 1994, followed by my step-grandma Virginia, my Uncle Judd
and finally my Mom in 2009.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Six or
seven years ago, my son David and I made a visit to Mt. Olivet Cemetery, a
beautiful place with deer and squirrels and birds roaming at will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We found the big Rampton marker and the head
stones of Grandpa Cash and Virginia.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>But we could not find the headstone of Carol Wilda.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got a stick and started poking in the
ground until I finally hit something solid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I pulled away some grass and there was the headstone covered by two
inches of grass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It had been a long
time since it had seen the light of day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>We pulled out the grass and today the sunlight shines on the baby
booties engraved in the polished granite.</div>
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While Mom was still in the hospital the Patriarch from the
Bonneville Stake where we lived came and gave her a blessing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He said (and I paraphrase) Sister Rampton, I
bless you that if you will be faithful in keeping all the Lord's commandments
and if you will be faithful in all of the callings the Lord will give you;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>if you will do these two things then I
promise you that you will be able to raise this little baby in the hereafter.</div>
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That blessing was a source of strength and motivating force
throughout her life, as well as my Dad's.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>She held many callings in her life:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Counselor in the Primary, Cub Scout Den Mother, Relief Society
Homemaking Leader both on the Stake and Ward level, Young Women's President,
Ward Primary President and finally Stake Primary President.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was faithful in each calling and blessed
the lives of hundreds of our Heavenly Father's children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, she mentioned the blessing several
times during the last few months of her mortal life.</div>
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I am confident that for the last three and a half years,
since she died, she has been able to raise little Carol Wilda.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don't know exactly what that entails, but
I am sure she is doing a good job as she did in everything she undertook.</div>
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One final thought:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
wonder if my three grandchildren, Jude, Creed and Lizzy had a chance to know
little Carol Wilda in the spirit world before coming to this earth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I like to think they were friends there and
enjoyed each other's company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Perhaps
all three had a chance to meet Mom and gain a little insight into the family
into which they were being born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Perhaps..... </div>
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Merry Christmas.</div>
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Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-7561512964601533732012-07-30T01:10:00.001-07:002012-07-30T01:10:32.459-07:00Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee<br />
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Our memory is an unpredictable gift given to us by our
Creator.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes we can't remember
something we heard five minutes before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Other times we can remember something we heard fifty years earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Such is the case with a song that was
released in 1957 when I was five.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
remember a small record player that Mom and Dad had bought my brother Richard
and I to play children's songs on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Dad's HiFi was reserved for his jazz music.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had a great collection of records (78s).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>More than 50 years after we played that song on our small record player,
I can still remember the words.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
song is "Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee" (no relation to
Crocodile.) <o:p></o:p></div>
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I know a wee squirrel who lives in an oak.</div>
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He loves a good lunch and he loves a good joke.</div>
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There's a wee bit of Scotch in his family tree.</div>
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He's Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee.</div>
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He's Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee.</div>
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Of chestnuts and acorns he's gathered a store.</div>
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Although he has plenty he still gathers more.</div>
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And he has them for breakfast and luncheon and tea.</div>
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Young Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee.</div>
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Young Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee. <o:p></o:p></div>
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His brothers and sisters and uncles and aunts</div>
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Quite often will gather and have a fine dance.</div>
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And they leap through the air with hilarious glee.</div>
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With Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee.</div>
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With Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Once while they were dancing a hunter came by.</div>
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And all of the squirrels the hunter did spy.</div>
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And he lifted his rifle and aimed carefully </div>
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At Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee.</div>
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At Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The rifle went off with a terrible blast.</div>
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But Angus MacFergus was faster than fast.</div>
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And the bullet went deep in that poor old oak tree.</div>
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But it never touched Angus MacFergus Dundee.</div>
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But it never touched Angus MacFergus Dundee. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The hunter looked round but the squirrels were gone.</div>
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Of all of those dancers there wasn't a one.</div>
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They were all safely hid in that friendly oak tree</div>
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With Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee.</div>
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With Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I often imagine that I'd like to be </div>
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A bonnie wee squirrel and live in a tree.</div>
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Pay no rent and no taxes and get my lunch free</div>
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Like Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee.</div>
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Like Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Why I remember this song, I do not know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From this same period of time in my life I
remember a poem Mom had me memorize so I could recite it in Jr. Sunday
School.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, that is a story for
another day. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Today I went on the internet and did a Google search on
Angus MacFergus MacTavish Dundee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There
it was, on You Tube.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The song was sung
by Burl Ives.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For those of you who want
to hear it, here is the link.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, yes,
I did correctly remember the words. </div>
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Listen and enjoy. I have enjoyed the song for over 50 years, at least in my memory.</div>
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<br /></div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-39944624269427483692012-07-22T22:25:00.000-07:002012-07-22T22:25:03.212-07:00Missionary Farewell of Charles C. Rampton, Jr.<br />
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On May 26, 1949 George Albert Smith, President of the Church
of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints signed a letter calling Charles C.
Rampton, Jr. to serve a mission for the Church in the Canadian Mission.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was to report to the Mission Home on June
20, 1949, a Monday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At that time,
Grandpa (Charles C. Rampton, Jr.), Aunt Janet and Grandma Blanche lived on 15th
East in Salt Lake City and were members of the Yale Ward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will include some photos of the ward
building taken about this time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have
vague recollections of it from my first 5 years when we lived in Salt Lake
City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Most prominently is a stained
glass window of the Savior knocking at the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Yale Ward was a remarkable ward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Its membership included Joseph F. Smith, George Albert Smith, Ezra
Taft Benson, and host of other apostles and general authorities.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the time Grandpa went on his mission,
there were 37 other missionaries from the ward serving throughout the world
including the sons of Ezra Taft Benson and Aavard Fairbanks (world famous
sculptor whose works include the statues of Peter James and John ordaining
Joseph Smith to the Melkizedek Priesthood and of John the Baptist ordaining
Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery, both of which are on Temple Square in Salt
Lake City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also had a run in with his
bees, but that is a story for another day.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yale Ward Building on Gilmer Drive in Salt Lake City</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Foyer of the Yale Ward Building looking into the chapel (see stained glass window in back above stand)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jesus Knocking at the Door Stained Glass Window above stand of Yale Ward</td></tr>
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Grandpa's missionary farewell, as they called them in those
days, took place at 5:00 p.m. on Sunday, June 12, 1949 at the Yale Ward
Chapel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was indeed a remarkable
meeting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Below is part of the printed
program.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Missionary Farewell Program</td></tr>
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The prelude music was played by Alexander Schreiner, one of
the most famous organists in the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He later became the chief organist for the Tabernacle Choir.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He studied in Paris, taught at UCLA where he
was also organist for the First Methodist Episcopal Church and music director
for the Jewish Wilshire Blvd. Temple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>1n 1939 President Heber J. Grant asked him to work with the Tabernacle
Choir which he did until 1977 when he was diagnosed with cancer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pretty remarkable that he would play at
Grandpa's farewell.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alexander Schreiner</td></tr>
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<br />The invocation was offered by Tom Greene, one of Grandpa's
best friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was a remarkable man
despite having a withered arm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1985
he was nominated by President Ronald Reagan as a district court judge and was
confirmed by the United States Senate that same year.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tom Greene</td></tr>
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It is interesting that the Sacrament Song was sung by the
ward choir and not the congregation and ward choir.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder if that was standard procedure or just happened for this
meeting.</div>
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After the administration of the Sacrament there was a vocal
solo by Lee Sanders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lee was a high
school classmate of Grandma's (Lois Fae Linnebach) and had an outstanding
voice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The song he sung is not listed
on the program, but Grandma and Grandpa used to talk about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By today's church standards, one might
consider it an inappropriate song to sing in Sacrament Meeting,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Old Man River"<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>from the Broadway musical Show Boat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It's a beautiful song but probably not for
Sacrament Meeting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder what the
concluding speaker thought?</div>
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The next speaker was Charles R. Mabey, former governor of
the State of Utah and Grandpa Cash's brother-in-law.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was also<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>poet, writing
an epic of the old west called The Pony Express.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charles R. Mabey</td></tr>
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After Alexander Shreiner played another organ solo, John
Fetzer spoke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember Grandpa
talking about him and my recollection is that he was Grandpa's scoutmaster when
he was a boy scout.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
<br />The next two speakers were the bishop (don't know his name)
and Grandpa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the program, Grandpa
would have been the final speaker.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But
such was not the case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the beginning
of the meeting, George Albert Smith, President of the Church walked in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And so, as was custom, he was always the
concluding speaker.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would like to
have known what he talked about. What an honor to have the Prophet speak at
your missionary farewell.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">President George Albert Smith</td></tr>
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So that was Grandpa's missionary farewell.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pretty remarkable.</div>
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<br /></div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-63581941847189688412012-05-20T01:41:00.000-07:002012-05-20T01:41:29.982-07:00Spiritual Experiences and Henry Jolley<br />
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Several weeks ago the Sunday School Teacher in my ward asked
us to think about a spiritual experience we had had.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn't get an opportunity to share one because so many people
raised their hands.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I immediately
thought back to my college days and the first temple sealing I was ever invited
to attend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was the wedding of my
roommate Chuck and his bride Cindy in the Salt Lake Temple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were all seated in the sealing room when
the sealer walked in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do not remember
his name or what he looked like; but, I do remember most of everything he
said:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"Brothers and sisters, there
are angels present in this room today."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>At that very moment, the spirit bore witness to my soul that what he had
said was true.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked around but I
didn't see any.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I knew they were
there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sealer continued by quoting
from memory the first ten verses of Job chapter 1.</div>
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<span style="color: black;">1. </span>There was a man in the land of Uz, whose name was
Job; and that man was perfect and upright, and one that feared <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/god.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">God</span></a>, and <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/eschew.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">eschewed</span></a> evil.</div>
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2.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And there were born unto him seven sons and
three daughters.</div>
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3.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His substance also was seven thousand sheep,
and three thousand <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/camel.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">camels</span></a>, and five
hundred yoke of oxen, and five hundred she asses, and a very great household;
so that this man was the greatest of all the men of the east.</div>
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4.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And his sons went and feasted in their
houses, every one his <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/day.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">day</span></a>; and sent and
called for their three sisters to eat and to drink with them.</div>
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<span style="color: black;">5</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And it
was so, when the <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/day.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">days</span></a> of their
feasting were gone about, that Job sent and sanctified them, and rose up early
in the morning, and offered <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/burntoffering.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">burnt offerings</span></a> according to the number of
them all: for Job said, It may be that my sons have sinned, and cursed <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/god.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">God</span></a> in their hearts. Thus did Job
continually.</div>
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6.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now there was a <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/day.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">day</span></a> when the sons of <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/god.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">God</span></a> came to present themselves before the
LORD, and <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/satan.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">Satan</span></a> came also among
them.</div>
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<span style="color: black;">7.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>And the
LORD said unto <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/satan.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">Satan</span></a>, Whence comest
thou? Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the
earth, and from walking up and down in it.</div>
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8.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the LORD said unto <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/satan.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">Satan</span></a>, Hast thou considered my servant Job,
that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one
that feareth <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/god.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">God</span></a>, and escheweth
evil?</div>
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9.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/satan.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">Satan</span></a> answered the LORD, and said, Doth Job
fear <a href="http://christiananswers.net/dictionary/god.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: windowtext;">God</span></a> for nought?</div>
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10.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hast not thou made an hedge about him, and
about his house, and about all that he hath on every side? thou hast blessed
the work of his hands, and his substance is increased in the land.</div>
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He explained
that in these verses Satan was complaining to the Lord that he a was not able
to temple Job because the Lord had made a hedge about he and his family and
Satan could not get through. </div>
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The sealer then
quoted from memory 1 Peter 4:8.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>However, hew quoted from the Joseph Smith Translation which says: "<span style="color: #001320; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">And above all things have
fervent charity among yourselves: for charity shall prevent the multitude of
sins."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001320; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">He then asked Chuck if he knew
the connection between the two scriptures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Chuck was too nervous to speak so the sealer gave the answer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The charity mentioned in 1 Peter was the
hedge mentioned in Job 1:10.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The reason
Satan could not influence Job or his family was the charity or love that
existed there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He then encouraged Chuck
and Cindy to build such a hedge around their family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As he spoke these words the Spirit again bore testimony to my
soul that they were true and I have never forgot them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>May you all remember them also.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001320; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">I had another experience this
week that I consider spiritual that I would like to share with you all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On Wednesday, I had a PET Scan scheduled at
the City of Hope Hospital.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My
daughter-in-law, Melissa, who is about 25 weeks pregnant, took me, as she
charitably has to all of my appointments there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We arrived at 6 a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
went in to get set up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of the first
things the technician did was take my blood sugar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was way high, over 300.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>(Too many chocolate milk shakes, I guess.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They told me they could not do the test unless it was under
200.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> We were sent home and </span>I was scheduled to come back at
8:15 a.m. on Saturday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Friday night I
stayed overnight in the hospital to have some more chemo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Arrangements were made for my son David to
pick me up Saturday morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the end
of my PET Scan (blood sugar was 163) the technician told me I would be
radioactive for 5 hours and not to be around any pregnant women.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one said anything about that on
Wednesday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I believe the Lord was
watching out for Melissa and her yet to be born little girl.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001320; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">I will now relate what I
consider to be an spiritual experience that involves Henry Jolley, years after
he died.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The following is from the
Jolley Book that was given to me by Grandma Ethel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #001320; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">In the end, the mortal body of
Henry Jolley was given the respect it deserved.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was not plowed under to become the end of a cul-de-sac.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rather it was buried<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in the Provo City Cemetery near other
deceased family members where one day it will rise in resurrection with those
other family members who are buried near by.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Indeed, it will be a great reunion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-8823035086066201622012-05-13T00:18:00.000-07:002012-05-13T00:18:43.645-07:00My Mother - Lois Fae Linnebach Rampton<br />
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I don't know whether or not it is appropriate to share the
contents of your Patriarchal Blessing, especially in a public forum.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I am going to do it to make at
point.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My Patriarchal Blessing says
that I was able to choose my parents in our pre-mortal existence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don't know if that is true for everyone
(the scriptures are silent on the subject) but for me it is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This fact teaches me three things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I knew my mother before coming to this earth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Second:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>she was a great
person (at least I thought so), so much so that I chose her to get me started
on my mortal probation and teach me good from evil.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Third:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>having agency, she
cared enough about me to accept the calling as my mother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The same goes for my Dad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wish that when I was growing up I had that
same perspective.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Indeed, my mother,
Lois Fae Linnebach Rampton, was a great woman in the pre-mortal existence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was a great person during her mortal
existence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I am sure she is doing a
great work in the afterlife. (There are probably many things that need gold
leafing there.)</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">A few weeks ago when cleaning out the rumpus room I
found an old photo album that had pictures of Mom that I had never seen
before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Also, I found some old 3 x 5
cards that had recipes written on them in her own handwriting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, to honor her on this Mothers Day, I
share with you below, those photos and recipes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Be sure to try them out.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Lois age 2</span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Lois Age 8 3rd from left with siblings and cousins (Uncle Glen is standing next to her)</span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Lois in middle early teens</span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>Lois 2nd from right early teens</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>Lois and her brother Gary</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>Lois on left with two girlfriends</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>Lois and girlfriend (Bonnie Manley ?)</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>Lois on right</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>1957 Lois holding Richard and Charlie in fire truck</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>Lois back row on right holding Jim. Roger is on right in front row. Picture taken at Grandma Ethel's house</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Lois in middle</span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>Grandpa holding Richard. Charlie on right. 1956.</strong></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Easy Dessert from Lorainne Johnson</span></strong></td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-3900870057298980642012-04-22T22:48:00.000-07:002012-04-22T22:48:16.010-07:00Henry Jolley - Pioneer and Settler<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">I spent four days this past week in Utah for the graduation of my youngest son, Kevin, from Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a great experience.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Little did I realize at the time that this was Henry Jolley territory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He lived the last few months of his life in Pleasant Grove, Utah, just north of Provo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On 20 December 1850 he died and was buried near his home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His burial and future exhumation are interesting in and of themselves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will write about that next week.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">We pushed our way across Iowa and finally reached Council Bluffs where we set up our camp at Winter Quarters. . Great streams of immigrants from Europe as well as from the Eastern and Southern states were coming to join, which made Council Bluffs a pulsating community. But this was not our destination. Our Prophet, before his death, prophesied that the Saints would become a mighty people in the Rocky Mountains, and there they would build a new Zion.</span></b></div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Brigham Young and the first company of Saints headed west in the spring of 1847. Many more would follow. The Jolleys were good farmers and were advised to remain where they were to supply food for those coming and going through Winter Quarters. A Dutch immigrant and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>convert named Barbara became Henry’s wife at this time. He described her as a good woman but not entirely reconciled to a harsh life on the plains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the spring of 1850, the time had come for us to start for the Valley. There was my wife Barbara, young Sammy, and my daughter Diana and her daughter Lina Maniza Jones in the company. Sammy was twelve now so he was quite a help. My youngest daughter Lina Maniza married John Parris and they remained in Iowa. We had many trials and hardships along the way. It was a large company and the roads were often muddy from the spring rains which slowed us up. Some days we were able to make only a few miles. I came close to losing my wagon and oxen when we crossed the Platte River which was then at flood stage, but God was with us and we were able to master the torrent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were many fascinating experiences on the plains. The<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>scenery was different and fascinating—no mountains as far as one could see. Waving expanses of bunch grass stretched out in every direction. The wide open spaces were beautiful and inspiring. After the days travel, evening socials and dances were enjoyed. The young folks had much fun and enjoyment, although at times they had to walk. The road generally was not too bad. Many people had traveled on to Oregon and California ahead of us. We were overjoyed to see trappers and Saints returning from the Valley to Winter Quarters. They would tell us intriguing stories about the beautiful canyons and valleys of the new Zion. These would be our refuge from our enemies. Occasionally, we would see a buffalo herd and some Indians which caused some anxiety, but our company was large and our scouts were always on the lookout for any sign of danger.</span></b></div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">What a thrill when we first sighted the snow-capped Rockies! The spiraled peaks looked like far away sentinels, and we encountered some snow over the great South Pass. At Fort Bridger we rested a couple of days, and shoed our oxen because the road from here on would be rockier and rougher. There would be deep canyons and streams of water to cross. But these beautiful canyons would lead us to the place of our dreams.</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Oh, what a breath-taking scene at the sight of the beautiful Salt Lake Valley. The wide stretching plain with the lake as a background was thrilling to see indeed. We were welcomed by the Saints who had arrived ahead of us and made us feel at home. We </span></b><b><span style="color: blue;">had heard so much about the country before we arrived that we did not feel as strangers among our friends. The city had been plotted into 10 acre squares, with wide spacious streets, so the ox teams could easily turn around. Beyond the plotted area were the fields. I obtained a lot on 2<span style="font-size: small;"><sup>nd</sup> South and Main Street. I still had a few means, but the wealth we had when we left Tennessee was pretty much used up.<o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">In July, my daughter, Temperance, and her family arrived in the Valley, and on September 15, my daughter-in-law, Sarah and her children arrived. I met them at the mouth of Immigration Canyon. My cows were dry so I traded the Southwest corner of my lot for a cow that was milking so Sarah’s children could have milk to drink.</span></b></div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">There was much pioneering to be done to reclaim the land. </span></b><b><span style="color: blue;">Here we must build our empire, far away from our enemies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>According to Brigham, it was to stretch Northwest and South many miles. Settlements were to be built in every direction from Salt Lake.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><b><span style="color: blue;">We were chosen to move South into Utah County, to a place we called Grove Creek</span></b><b><span style="color: blue;">1 </span><span style="color: blue;">at the base of a high mountain called Timpanogas. We were four days on the road, and arrived there on October 13, 1850. The season was late and we had to build our cabins before winter set in. Timber was quite plentiful.<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Cottonwood trees lined the banks of the two creeks that flowed from the mountain to the east. Everybody was busy and it looked like an army of ants the way the men, women and children worked to have shelter before snow fell. The work was carried forward in relays, groups of men and boys joined together. In this way they could make better progress than each working alone. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">One day we had a cabin nearly to the square. The logs for the rafters were in a pile close to the building. Sammy, (the little negro boy we had brought because his parents died) and the other little boys were playing on them when the logs started to roll. One big log struck Sammy and he was killed instantly. He was a fine, obedient little fellow and we mourned his loss. Although his skin was black, truly his spirit was white just like ours. We buried him on a spot just north and east of our main settlement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The fall was open and beautiful with some rain, but otherwise pleasant so we finished our cabins before winter set in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We felt our food supplies were adequate and, now, we were ready to turn our attention to our church duties and planning our new settlement for a permanent home.</span></b></div><br />
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</div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-59334766366974569722012-04-15T16:36:00.000-07:002012-04-15T16:36:11.906-07:00Henry Jolley<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">The last few weeks I have written about Sarah Pippin Jolley and the example she set for her descendents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, there was another individual who, I believe, made it possible for her to persevere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was her father-in-law, Henry Jolley, the first of the Jolley line to convert to the gospel of Jesus Christ.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His life had similarities to that of Sarah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both lost their spouses before crossing the plains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both experienced the hardships of Nauvoo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And both were strengthened by the blessings that came from the temple ordinances.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, when you think about it, it was for people like Henry Jolley and Sarah Pippin Jolley that Brigham Young and the other brethren worked so hard to finish the temple and institute the temple ordinances.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They would need the strength that came from those ordinances to make it across the plains and build Zion in the Rocky Mountains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Sarah and her family made it to the Salt Lake Valley, it was Henry Jolley who took her in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He even sold property he owned to purchase a cow for milk for her children.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Henry Jolley was born in 1789 in Bedford, North Carolina.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was the same year the North Carolina legislature initially rejected the new Constitution of the United States, but later accepted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Henry's parents were plantation owners. In 1806 Henry married his childhood sweetheart, Frances Manning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both were age 16.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They would become the parents of 9 children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>During the War of 1812 against the British, Henry served in the North Carolina Militia. Like many of his generation, Henry was ambitious, wanting to make a better life for his family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He felt that he could not do that in North Carolina.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, in 1825 he set out for the open spaces and cheap land of Tennessee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<b><span style="color: blue;">Thinking we could better our condition, we decided in 1825 to move with many of our friends to Tennessee. We settled a few miles north of Dresden in the Northwestern part of the state. Here land was plentiful, and the climate and soil conditions were ideal for raising most any crop we desired. Our main crops were cotton and tobacco. We had obtained a large acreage and owned quite a number of slaves.<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">One rather warm February afternoon my sons and I were working in the field when our attention was drawn to two distinguished looking gentlemen who were approaching us. They wore black Prince Albert suits and tall smoke stack hats. We rested on our shovels and waited for them to reach us. They introduced themselves as Elder McIntosh and Elder Wilson, Mormon missionaries. After the usual exchange of greetings, they stated their mission, and told us how the boy prophet, Joseph Smith, had beheld a vision of God the Father, and His Son Jesus Christ. They told us about the Mormons at Nauvoo and the persecutions that were being heaped upon the Prophet and his people. We were especially interested in the new Book of Mormon which gave a history of the ancient inhabitants of America. We were so impressed with their message that we invited them to return and see us again. They left us a Book of Mormon and promised to see us again in about two weeks. I said to my sons, “No more work today. We must tell your mother and your wives of the glad tidings.” I could think of scarcely anything else for days except the strange story about the Nephites and the Lamanites as told in that wonderful book.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">As promised, in about two weeks our Mormon friends returned and we sat in awe until the wee hours of the next morning listening to an explanation of the Principles of the Gospel. On the morrow I was ready for baptism, but our Mormon friends suggested that we wait a short time until we were sure. When they came again, my eldest son, Reuben Manning and his wife, Sarah Pippin Jolley and I were baptized February 18, 1842.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing seemed to occupy our minds now, but to join the other Saints at Nauvoo. We finally decided to move and trust our future near the prophet of the Lord. It was quite a decision to make We had a comfortable home and were quite successful financially.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It required a lot of faith and courage to chance our lives and fortunes by moving to another place and live among strangers, but the urge was too great and preparations went speedily forward to move. We sold our plantation and slaves, all except little Sammy, whose parents had died. We took him with us. There was much sadness and weeping at our departure; many of the slaves wanted to come with us, but they had a new master now, who, we hoped, would be good to them. The crops were well along and the whole landscape was beautiful, but our hopes of a new life with the Saints overshadowed our sorrows as we headed our oxen north toward Nauvoo.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">When we reached Nauvoo everybody was busy and the City was growing rapidly. Converts were streaming in from every direction. Europe was furnishing many artisans; men with skills who were needed to carry on the technical phase of building and construction of homes and business institutions. The Prophet and his brother Hyrum, were wonderful, spiritually endowed men. We felt lifted up to a heavenly solemnity when in their presence. A great calm would come over us. Truly we had found a prophet of God.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">We were farmers and soon obtained some land and began raising crops. With our oxen we were able to provide for ourselves and to share with others who were less fortunate. But the persecution continued. We were continually harassed by outsiders who never missed a chance to upset our plans and work. We were always in fear for the safety of our prophet. We marveled at his courage and faith in the face of the many false charges made against him, often ending with arrest and imprisonment. No matter how depressed we were, whenever we could be in his presence and listen to his voice, our fears and anguish would disappear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the 12<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> day of January, 1844, my sons and myself were ordained Elders by Patriarch Hyrum Smith. My dear wife Frances was also baptized a member of the church. She was a wonderful wife and mother, but it took her a little longer to gain a testimony, I think hers was the stronger because she worked hard for it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The spring and summer of 1844 brought us good crops but more trouble from our enemies. Great mobs gathered and threatened us. We could never be at ease. Finally, the terrible tragedy happened. Joseph, Hyrum, and Apostle John Taylor and Willard Richards were held in Carthage jail on some trumped-up charges. We all lived in constant anxiety, knowing of their imprisonment and realizing that the mob spirit was growing worse each day. Then the drunken mob did get out of hand and stormed the jail. Joseph and Hyrum were murdered, and Brother Taylor was shot. He later recovered. When the tragic news came, we were all stunned. Fear and hysteria spread like wildfire. Our hearts were bleeding, and our souls cried out to our Heavenly Father for solace and deliverance. He did come to our rescue, and he did soothe our aching hearts.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">As the cortege carrying the bodies passed, we gazed with chilled emotions. It was a bloody scene. Why had God permitted such a thing to happen? Could we survive this great calamity? Why were we such a despised people? Was Satan now going to triumph? Surely not! God would come to our rescue. We must not turn and flee. Truth must succeed over evil. We must gird up our loins and fight harder.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">After the bodies had been delivered to the mansion and cleaned up and prepared for burial, we returned on the morrow to see them. As we passed the biers, we beheld divinity here on earth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They lay there in purity and such majesty before our eyes. But those are only earthly remains, my soul cried out in anguish. Their spirits are with Jesus, our Redeemer and God the Father. Yes! We shall see them again in the resurrection when evil has been subdued, where love and justice will abide forever.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After the funeral, we returned to our homes refreshed, with a renewed determination to carry on. We must finish the Temple and do our work so we will be able to meet our loved ones in that Celestial calm, where sorrow and pain have passed away.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Summer passed and Autumn came. Rainy weather adding to the swampy condition near the river around Nauvoo caused fever to spread among the Saints. Many fell prey to the malady and death stalked through the city. My beloved wife, Frances, whose body had become weakened through our troubles, contracted the disease and despite all our efforts and prayers, she passed away on September 29, 1844. It seemed again the tragedy and sorrow should be our continuous lot. She had been a loving, courageous mother and helpmate, always more concerned about the welfare of others than for herself. We tenderly prepared her for burial and after a lovely service we laid her earthly remains to rest in the Nauvoo cemetery. There were many others who suffered similar losses and we tried to bear each others crosses.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Work was now rushed to complete the Temple. My sons, grandsons and I worked continuously on the structure, often having only bread, sorghum and water for nourishment. When the Temple was completed we all had our endowments on January 5, 1846. My daughter-in-law, Brittiana Mayo Jolley, wife of H.B.M. stood proxy for my dear wife Frances and Frances’ parents were also endowed on January 5, 1846. We were so happy and repaid for all our troubles and past sorrows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the bitter cloud of hatred against us continued to rise. The mobsters of Illinois were determined to exterminate us.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoList" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Brigham and the Twelve finally gave the word to ‘flee’. Nauvoo was in a high pitch of excitement and turmoil. We hastily packed our wagons and ferried across the river in the face of bitter cold into the terrible wilderness. Our leader, Brigham Young, had a difficult decision to make and a terrible responsibility, but God was at the helm directing us, and we had faith that he would not desert us. The suffering was great and many died of exposure; others fell by the wayside, not being able to face the privations and bear the pain.</span></b></div><div class="MsoList" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0in;"><br />
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</div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-60743505190866110112012-04-08T23:10:00.000-07:002012-04-08T23:10:24.184-07:00Henry Jolley and Frances Manning Jolley - Saints Par Excellence<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Below are sketches of two very faithful Latter-day Saints, Henry Jolley and his wife Frances Manning Jolley.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are the in-laws to Sarah Pippin Jolley who I have written about before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Theirs is a remarkable tale of conversion, devotion, hardship and sacrifice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will tell their story next week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So for now, look at their images and contemplate the great gospel family that sprang from these two faithful parents.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</tbody></table>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-31732332913538096172012-03-25T05:47:00.000-07:002012-03-25T05:47:35.232-07:0024th of July - Inglewood Style - My RecollectionsThe last three weeks I have written about and included other people's recollections of our pioneer ancestor, Sarah Pippin Jolley.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was for people like her that the State of Utah declared the 24th of July,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the day Brigham Young entered the Salt Lake Valley, a state holiday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the mouth of Emigration Canyon he declared, "This is the right place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Drive on."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And from that time on, tens of thousands of pioneers did exactly that,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>they drove on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They drove their wagons across the Great Plains and over the Rocky Mountains to the valley of the Great Salt Lake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some stayed in the Salt Lake Valley.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Others were called to settle other areas of the Mountain West.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Henry Rampton went to Sessions Settlement, which later became Bountiful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Henry Jolley was called to settle Pleasant Grove (I will write more about him next week).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sarah Pippin Jolley was called to help settle southern Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is for these people and the tens of thousands more like this that we honor their memory on the 24th of July.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> There is another person whose memory we honor on that day, Grandma, Mom (Lois Fae Linnebach Rampton).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She, too, was born on the 24th of July, again, a state holiday in Utah where she was born.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And it was the custom of her family to go fishing on that holiday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hence, she never had a birthday party with her friends with cake and ice cream and presents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She never mentioned celebrating her birthday on the family trips, although I'm sure they must have done something. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I'll have to ask Uncle Glen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think, for that reason, birthdays were a big deal to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, the 24th of July was also a big deal to her, particularly in her middle age years for reasons I will mention below. </div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When our family moved from Salt Lake City to California in 1957 we settled in the city of Inglewood and became members of the Inglewood Ward which was part of the Inglewood Stake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the week end before the 24th of July the Inglewood Stake would hold a massive Pioneer Day Celebration at the stake center in Westchester.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>People of today who did not experience it do not realize how huge it was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were games, food, a Country Store and Road Shows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh yes, Road Shows, when they were taken seriously and some did actually go on the road.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As much as I disliked them in my teenage years, in my twenties I starred in two that actually were regional winners and went on tour to other stakes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was the bumbling tour guide in a George of the Jungle type production called "The Son of John Lemay."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the other I set the pattern for Ryan Seacrest as the Master of Ceremonies for the "Great American Talent Contest."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can still remember original songs from both of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Come gather round us if you dare</div>And listen to a tale of terror<br />
Of savage natives, please beware.<br />
They stole the son of John Lemay..... away.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It was some twenty years ago</div>A man, his wife and son did go<br />
Into to jungle full of foe.<br />
They stole the son of John Lemay..... away.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It was a pleasure trip that ended in a scare</div>Mr. Lemay and his poor wife searched everywhere<br />
But jungle natives never leave a single clue.<br />
They took away... the little boy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They might get you.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Now twenty years have passed away</div>And the Lemays returned today<br />
To find those natives, they must pay.<br />
They stole the son of John Lemay..... away.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">So come with us to jungle land.</div>If you're afraid then hold my hand.<br />
We'll catch those natives like we planned.<br />
We'll find the son of John Lemay..... today.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And then the curtain opened there I was, the mighty jungle guide, with Mr. and Mrs. Lemay, in a large pot ready to be eaten.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I digress.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I take that back, I don't digress because for this production Grandma was the producer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Steven Purdy may have been the writer, composer and director, but Grandma was in charge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, she was in charge of many before that and many after that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She made sure scenery got built and that it could fit in and out of the stage door of the stake center.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She made sure that each participant had a costume.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She didn't do all the sewing, but enlisted the help of everyone in the ward who could.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She chauffeured kids to and from practice and the closer to the 24th the more frequent the practices.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And she was the "Enforcer."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When kids acted up at the practices, they incurred the verbal wrath of Sister Rampton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It didn't affect Roger and Jim as much as everybody else.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were use to it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But no one else wanted to be yelled at.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>First, she would give them "the look" and if they continued, they got the verbal tirade, which of course, stopped everything because people wanted to see who she was yelling at.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And, if it ever was Roger or Jim, they got a double dose of it when they got home from Grandpa, although he never yelled.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He, however, had a way of talking to you that really made you feel remorseful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know from experience.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then, she put on cast party the night of the last show.</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">A few years before Grandma passed away, I bought Grandma and Grandpa tickets to see "Wicked" up at the Pantages Theater in Hollywood.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I got them preferred parking and told them to make sure they got there early, which they did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As they were sitting in their seats they began to converse with people around them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One man said he was a producer of TV programs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandpa added that Grandma produced Road Shows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The man wanted to know what a Road Show was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I believe Grandpa simply stated that it was a musical stage production.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then everyone around wanted to talk to Grandma, thinking she was a famous musical producer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Back to the Inglewood Stake Pioneer Day Celebration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Part of the festivities included the judging of vegetables, fruits, jams, pies, cakes, etc. like you would see at a regular county fair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many years they gave out blue, red and white ribbons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Other years they gave out gold, silver and bronze medals with the persons name and category engraved on the back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was such a big deal that the medals were handed out in sacrament meeting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandpa was always a first or second place winner for zucchini size.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was something about the soil in the back part of his yard that zucchinis liked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He also did well in tomatoes and squash, but never very good in carrots.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Baby carrots were not in fashion back then.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandma was also a winner for zucchini size because Grandpa could only enter one and he had many big ones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But every year that I can remember, Grandma would be the gold medal winner for bottled/canned peaches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I loved those peaches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every year we would take some friends and neighbors and drive out to Pearblossom to the pick your own peaches orchard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a family responsibility to go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We would pick baskets and boxes full of them, enough to fill up the back of our van or Vista Cruiser.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we got home, Grandma would take out a few that we could eat raw.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The others got put in the giant pot of boiling water.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don't remember how long they stayed in there, just long enough to make it easy to peel the skin off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then she would cut each peach in half and fill up a Mason Jar bottle with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She would also add some sugar and other stuff that I never knew the name of.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then she would put the lid on and heat up the bottles in boiling water to seal the lid and cook the peaches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I'm not sure of the exact process, but that is how I remember it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The bottles were then cooled off<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and put out in the garage with the food storage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And from then, every night for dinner, among other things, we would have bottled peaches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And they were gooooood!!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I especially liked them over cottage cheese.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandpa liked his with vanilla ice cream.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And the judges at the Pioneer Day Celebration always agreed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hers were the best.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, you can't have all those peaches without making peach jam.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She always won first place for that also.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can still taste the peach jam on the toast she would make us for breakfast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knew just how to mix the butter and jam on the bread.</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Part of the Country Store was a bakery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Each ward was assigned to bring so many cakes, pies and cookies each day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then those who attended would buy them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was a great fund raiser.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandma always made apple pies and chocolate chip cookies to donate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(This was in addition to her work on the Road Shows.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandpa and I would always hang out around the bakery booth at the times the foods from the Inglewood Ward Relief Society were going to be put out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I bought all the chocolate chip cookies and he bought all the apple pies that Grandma had made.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We should have just donated the money and saved her the trouble of transporting all those delicious baked goods to the stake center. </div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Her participation in the Pioneer Day Celebration did not end here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every year our ward was in charge of the hamburger booth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I'm not sure what year this began, probably the fifties when two brothers, Kay and Cal Rohner, built a huge grill and put a restaurant quality process of putting out hamburgers in place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Kay Rohner became bishop of our ward, people began to call the hamburgers "Rohner-burgers."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandpa became bishop after Kay Rohner, but they still remained "Rohner-burgers."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I became bishop they remained "Rohner-burgers."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The secret to burgers was the thick-sliced tomatoes, crisp lettuce leafs and hamburger meat full of fat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every year that I can remember Grandma would go to the produce market in downtown Los Angeles early, early in the morning and compete with the restaurant chefs for the best tomatoes and lettuce.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And she always got what she wanted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She would then bring them back to the hamburger booth ready to be washed, sliced and served.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Lines would form down the length of the parking lot with people waiting for their "Rohner-burger" which the Ramptons really perfected, but that's another story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not only did she do this, but she managed to spend time in the hamburger booth slicing the tomatoes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">One other thing:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>during my time as bishop we did not have her do the Road Shows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Instead, I called her to be the Primary President in our ward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even this calling had a Pioneer Day responsibility.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the Saturday morning of the celebration was the Primary Pioneer Parade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The kids from each ward dressed up in pioneer or native American attire and pushed or pulled their wagons and hand carts through the streets of Westchester, many times with a police escort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandma was in charge of making sure each child had a costume and transportation to get there on Saturday morning by 8 a.m.</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">So, the 24th of July Pioneer Day Celebration in the Inglewood Stake was a big, big deal for the Ramptons, especially Grandma: Road Show producer, food contest winner,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>baked goods provider, parade master and quality food purchaser.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was her 24th of July for most her adult life.</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But, we, her sons and husband, made sure she always had a family birthday party, either directly on her birthday if it did not conflict with the Pioneer Day Celebration or if it did, then on the Sunday after the celebration.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nothing fancy, a nice dinner, cake, ice cream and presents.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Oh yes, and that Happy Birthday sign that she always hung up in the kitchen for all our birthdays was appropriately displayed, even then.</div><br />
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</div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-27061200651041112202012-03-18T19:31:00.000-07:002012-03-18T19:31:35.761-07:00Sarah Pippin Jolley - Conclusion<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Never did the words from the hymn Come, Come Ye Saints describe anyone as they did Sister Sarah Pippin Jolley:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>"...gird up your loins, fresh courage take, our God will never us forsake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And soon we'll have this tale to tell.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All is well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All is well." <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What a tale Sarah Pippin Jolley had to tell.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder how many times she bore her testimony over the year of the blessings she received for showing courage in the face of trials, losing her husband on the plains, crossing the plains with 8 children, accepting calls to settle numerous parts of Utah.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">To David, Travis and Kevin:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the future there will probably come a time when you are asked to speak in Church around the 24th of July, Pioneer Day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When you do, I want you to remember two things:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(1) that Grandma (Lois Fae Linnebach Rampton) was born on Pioneer Day and never got a birthday party since her family always went fishing on that holiday and (2) Sarah Pippin Jolley.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"><strong>History of Reuben Manning Jolley and Sarah Pippin Jolley by the their Granddaughter<o:p></o:p></strong></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"> </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Reuben Manning Jolley, son of Henry and Frances Manning Jolley, was born in North Carolina.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His parents were well-to-do farmers and owned land and slaves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1825 Henry Jolley and family moved to the western part of Tennessee, near Dresden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reuben Manning was a young man about seventeen years old, and being the oldest son, was his father's assistant at the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Sarah </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Pippin, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">daughter of </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Loftis and </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Mary </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">Hall </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">Pippin, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.0pt;">was </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">born </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">in </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Franklin </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">County, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">North </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">Carolina, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt;">twenty-five miles </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">east </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">of </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">Raleigh. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">When </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Sarah </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">was </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">fourteen </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">years </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">old the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Pippins </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">moved to the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">Western part</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;"> of </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Tennessee in Weakley County where she met her future husband. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On January 13, 1829 Reuben Manning Jolley and Sarah Pippin were married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both of them were very young.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was not yet twenty-one and she was several months under seventeen. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Reuben Manning and </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sarah Pippin </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Jolley </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">settled near </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Dresden </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">where </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">they, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">lived </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">for thirteen years</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;"> </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">and </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">seven </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">of their children </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">were </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">born </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">there.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">When Mary Ann</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"> </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">was </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">about </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">three </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">years </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">old </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">she </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">put her </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">mouth over </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">spout </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">of </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">a </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">boiling t</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">ea kettle which </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">caused h</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">er </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">death </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">February</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">10, 1839. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">She was </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">buried </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">in </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Dresden.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">It </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">was </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">at </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">their h</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">ome </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">near </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">Dresden </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">that the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Gospel w</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">as </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">brought </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">to </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Reuben Manning</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"> </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">and Sarah Pippin </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Jolley by </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">two </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">Mormon </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">missionaries, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">who </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">gave them a copy of the Book of Mormon and said they would visit them again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Believing the marvelous things they had heard to be true, they set about reading the Book of Mormon and were soon converted to the righteousness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reuben Manning Jolley and wife Sarah Pippin Jolley were baptized </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>February 18, 1842.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">On </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">April </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">21, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">1842, the family </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">started </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">for </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Nauvoo </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">to </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">be with </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">the body of the</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"> </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">Church. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">When the command came to build a temple the Jolley family was ready to serve.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Reuben Manning and his older sons worked until the temple was completed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">The </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">family </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">had </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">very </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">litt1e </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">of </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">this </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">world's </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">goods. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">They </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">had </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">sacrificed </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">and struggled </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">to </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">bring </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">their </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">large </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">family </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">from </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Tennessee, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">but they worked hard and were thankful for what they had. <o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Reuben </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Manning </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Jolley </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">was </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">ordained au Elder </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">January </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">12, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">1844. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Grandma wrote, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">in </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">sketch </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">she </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">left, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">that </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt;">she </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">and </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">her </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">husband </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">received </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">their </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">endowments </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">in the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Nauvoo </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">Temple, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">January </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">5, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">1846. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">She </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">also </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">wrote that </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">after </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">martyrdom </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">of the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Prophet </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">and </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">Patriarch, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">they </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">were </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">in </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">crowd </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">which followed the bodies </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">to </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">Mansion. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">They were again on the morrow to gaze upon their faces.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">When </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Joseph </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">Loftis </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">was </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">six </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">weeks </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">o1d </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">family </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">crossed </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Mississippi </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">River, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">May </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">6, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">1846. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">They </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">stopped at </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Kaeusuaga, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">Iowa, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">where </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">they lived two years.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">Henry </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Gideon, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">their tenth </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">child, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">was </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">born </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">in </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Kaeusuaga, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">November 28, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">1848.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">The </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">parents </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">and children </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">worked hard </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">to </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">get means </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">to </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">continue their </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">journey. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">After </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">twenty </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">days </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">of illness, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">Reuben </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Manning </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Jolley died of </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">pneumonia. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">April </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">29, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">1849. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">He </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">was </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">buried </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">in </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">the cemetery </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">at </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Kaeusuaga, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">Iowa.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Grandma </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">wrote </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">in </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">her </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">sketch: </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">"I </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">was </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">left </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">with </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">nine </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">children; </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">no </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">house </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">nor </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">home; </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">my </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">babe </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">in </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">my </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">arms </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">and </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt;">among stranger.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was broken up.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He told me on his death bed that he was going to leave me for a while but he wanted me, as soon as I could, to go to the valley of the mountains, to the bosom of the Church, and take all of the children with me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I strove to do so and have ever borne it in mind."<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">June 2, 1849 grandma and her children started for Council Bluffs, where they spent theWinterof1849.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandma wrote that she had a hard time getting food and clothing for her children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The cholera was very bad; two of the children came near unto death, but the Hand of the Lord was over them and He saw fit to spare them, grandma said.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">June </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">6, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">1850, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">brave </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">little </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">mother an</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">d </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">children </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">started </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">for the Salt Lake </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">Valley, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">where </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">they arrived </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">in </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">September </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">1850. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">They </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">were </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">met </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">on Emigration Street </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">by </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">their grandfather, Henry </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">Jolley, w</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">ho </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">had arrived </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">in the valley </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 6.5pt;">two </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">years </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He took</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"> them to </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">his </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Grandma </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">wrote </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">that times in the valley were very</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"> hard and not much </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">food.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">The crickets </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">had devoured most</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;"> of the crops, but the grandfather </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">had </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">traded a corner </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">of </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">his </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">lot </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">for </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">a cow </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">so </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">the </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">children could have </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">milk.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Later in</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;"> </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">the year </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">of </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">1850 </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">grandma </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">and </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">family </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">were </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">called </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">to </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">go </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">to what is </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">now Pleasant </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">Grove, Utah, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">accompanied by </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">their grandfather. </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">The </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">boys </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">built a </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">smal1 </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">house </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">to help </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">make </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">a fort.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Henry Jolley </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">did </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">not </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">live </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">long but died </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">of pneumonia, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">December 20, 1850</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">at </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Pleasant Grove.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Washington Lafayette was sent</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;"> </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">to </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Texas </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">to </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">preach the Gospel </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">in </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt;">1852.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Grandma moved </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">in </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">1852 </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">with her children </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">to Springville, </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">then </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">on </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">to </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Spanish </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.5pt;">Fork </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">and </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">then </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">to </span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Payson, where on of her boys was shot by Indians as he stood guard for the to town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her son, William, as ambushed east of Springville and shot in the arm.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">William recovered but Pelic Berry who was shot in the eye, never got over it and died from its effects November 12, 1862.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">In 1862 the Jolley family was called to help settle Utah's Dixie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandma answered the call with her children and suffered the hardships incident to that barren part of the state.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She helped in the planting and cultivation of cotton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She carded and spun it and, with the loom she had brought with her from Nauvoo, made clothes for her family.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">After the completion of their mission, grandma and the younger members of the family came north to Moroni, Sanpete County, where she spent the remaining years of her life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She studied and became a midwife, which profession she practiced<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>until she was in her seventies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Grandma's little home still stands on the main street of Moroni, where she lived so many years and was honored as a noble mother and held in respect as a superior woman.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">Sarah Pippin Jolley remained true and faithful to the Gospel and taught the Book of Mormon in Sunday School many years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was loved, honored and revered by her children, among them were missionaries, bishops and patriarchs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She passed away December 11, 1889, at Moroni and was buried on a knoll overlooking the cemetery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A tall, beautiful white monument marks the sacred spot.<o:p></o:p></span></div><br />
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</div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-21697841825112418282012-03-11T14:02:00.000-07:002012-03-11T14:02:13.710-07:00Obituary of Sarah Pippin Jolley<span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">We all go through trials and tribulations.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And if we haven't, we will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is just part of life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, it is part of why we are here on this earth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For me, this lymphoma thing is a trial.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For Grandma (Lois Fae Linnebach Rampton) most of her adult life was a trial with one health issue or another.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have these trials to see how well we endure them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the Liberty Jail, the Lord said to the Prophet Joseph Smith; "<span style="color: #2f393a;">My son, peace be unto thy soul; thine<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph over all thy <a href="http://www.lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/"></a>foes."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The key is enduring well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I believe that Sarah Pippin Jolley was one who endured well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I include one more section on her next week.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But here is an obituary written by Jane Bailey who was the Relief Society President in Moroni, Utah when Sarah died at the age of <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>77, the last <u>50 years</u> spent as a widow.<o:p></o:p></span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Died at Moroni, Sanpete County, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>November 9. Sarah Pippin Jolley, wife of Reuben Manning Jolley<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Deceased was born May 9, 1812 in North Carolina.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Moved with her parents to Tennessee, Weakley County, in 1842.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Gospel was carried to them by Elder Clapp and others.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They received the<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gospel message and with a family of five children emigrated to Nauvoo, Hancock County, Illinois.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were living there at the time of the martyrdom of the Prophet Joseph Smith and Hyrum Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Were driven with the Saints from their homes and started for the Rocky Mountains but were advised to remain on the other side of the Missouri River on account of the delicate health of the family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was at this place, April 29, 1849 that Reuben Jolley became a victim to death through the hardships and exposure with which they passed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now Sister Jolley was a widow with ten children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Brother Jolley told his wife to continue the journey and follow the Church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After laying her husband away and marking the place with a beautiful headstone, she started with her children once more for the West and came to Council Bluffs and the next year 1850 came to the Salt Lake with all her children but one son who married and remained behind.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">After arriving in Utah she struggled hard to make her family comfortable and passed through many trials.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">There are eight children and over two hundred grandchildren and great grandchildren to mourn her loss.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Sister Jolley was one of the first members of the Relief Society, labored as a teacher and for many years as a Counselor to President Jane Bailey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was also a Sunday School teacher for years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was an excellent nurse among the sick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sister Jolley spent her life in usefulness and has worked considerably in the Temple for the dead.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>May she rest in peace.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">written by Jane Bailey</div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-44671936031932219342012-03-04T08:49:00.001-08:002012-03-04T08:52:54.317-08:00Sarah Pippin Jolley<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The last few months much of my Sunday activities involve watching BYU TV.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because of my immunity issues I am not able to go to church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So this has been my Sunday worship activity:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Music and the Spoken Word, History of the Saints, The Joseph Smith Papers, Discussions of the Book of Mormon, and Discussions of the Pearl of Great Price.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All are very uplifting and informative.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Recently, on History of the Saints, they were talking about the Saints being driven out of Nauvoo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was interesting to note that not all the Saints left at the same time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not all of them camped at the same place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were Saints camped all over Iowa and Nebraska.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many of them stayed in those little communities for 2 to 3 years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They built cabins and planted crops.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They readied themselves to move to the Rocky Mountains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These programs become all the more meaningful when you realize you have ancestors who experienced these times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One such woman was Sarah Pippin Jolley,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>born Sarah Pippin on 28 May 1812 in Louisburg, North Carolina.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1829 she married Reuben Manning Jolley.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They had 10 children.</div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Almost every July that I can remember, Grandpa (Charles Cash Rampton, Jr.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>would be asked to speak in Sacrament Meeting and tell pioneer stories.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And every time he did, he would tell the story of Sarah Pippin Jolley, great-grandmother of Grandma Ethel (Ethel Frances Jolley.) <o:p></o:p></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">At some time in her life she wrote a short autobiography.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was not very long, but it gives us some insight into her life and the life she had to endure as a pioneer mother in Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here is her writings:</div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">I was born in North Carolina, Franklin County, twenty-five miles east of </span></b><b><span style="color: blue;">Raleigh, on the 28th of May 1812, My parents lived there until I was about </span></b><b><span style="color: blue;">fourteen years old. Then they came to Tennessee; the western part to<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><b><span style="color: blue;">Weekly County. There I married to Reuben M. Jolley, on the 13th of January</span></b><b><span style="color: blue;">1829.<o:p></o:p></span></b><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">William G. Jolley was born the 8th of November 1829 in Tennessee. Then Washington L. Jolley was born May 16, 1831 in Tennessee, Weekly Co. R.B. Jolley was born March 16,1834 in Tennessee, Weekly Co. Sarah Ann was born December 18, 1838 in Tennessee, Weekly Co. Marion Jolley was born April 9, 1841 in Weekly Co. Tennessee. Reuben M. Jolley was born in Illinois, Hancock Co. Nauvoo, June 4th, 1843. Joseph was born in Illinois, Hancock Co. Nauvoo, March 24th, 1846. Henry Jolley was born November 28th, 1848, Iowa, Anuran Co. Sarah G. was born in Utah Co. the l7th of September 1862 at Payson City.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">We lived in Tennessee, Weekly Co. until 1848. My husband and myself, we embraced the gospel and were baptized on the 18th of February in 1842. The 21st of April the same year, we started for Nauvoo. We lived through the troubles while Joseph and Hyrum were murdered at Carthage jail. My husband and myself were there to behold that bloody scene. I was one that was one in the company that followed the corps to the Mansion, when we all went home and came on the morrow to see them, which was a sight to behold. Then the word came to build a temple. My husband and the boys worked on the temple until it was done. Many days they worked and had nothing to eat but bread and water, but it was good. I did not complain. I had the privilege of going through the temple with my husband, so I was paid in full for all my troubles.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">In 1846, we left Nauvoo, crossed the river, on the 5th of May. In Iowa, Anuran Co. there we lived a little over two years. We all were working to get something to come up to the Church. We had traveled around until we had not much to travel with but a large family. We were getting ready to start to Salt Lake when my husband was taken sick. He was sick twenty days and died on the 29th of April 1849. There I was left with ten children, no house nor home; among strangers, a babe in my arms three months old, I was broke up. When he was on his death bed he would talk and tell me what he wanted me to do a little at a time until he told me he wanted, he said he was going to leave me for a while, but he wanted me, as soon as I could, to come to the valleys of the mountains, to the basin of the church and bring the children all with me, so I strive to do so. I have ever born it in mind. I buried him the first day of May, at Keasackway grave yard, Anuran, Co., Iowa. In 1849, 2nd. day of July, my children and me started for Council Bluffs. There we wintered. Next spring, the 6th day of June we started for Salt Lake. In 1850 I had a hard time with my little children, but the hand of Lord was over me and children and all we had with us, Cholera was very bad that year. Two of my children came near unto death, but the Lord seen fit to spare them.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">I arrived in the valleys on the 27th of September in 1850. I had not much to live upon, times were very hard for the grasshoppers and crickets had eaten everything up. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Grandfather Jolley came on before we did. When he heard we were coming he met me and the children on Immigration St. He took us to his home. We stopped there a few days. He said he was going to move to Utah County, to a place called Pleasant Grove. He moved there about the 15th of October. Then my boys moved a little house to help to make a fort. On the 20th of December, grandfather Jolley died and was buried at the same place. I then felt as if I was I was lost again, but had to so the best I could.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><b><span style="color: blue;">In 1852, Washington L. Jolley was called to go on a mission to the states to preach the gospel. The Indians proved to be very bad. In 1853 I had. two of my boys shot. One never got over it, the other is living but is a cripple in his right arm.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Below I will insert the only known picture of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I assume it was taken near the end of her life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lines and wrinkles are indicative of the trials she went through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do not believe that she ever remarried.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was faithful in whatever she was called to do in the Church including settling Pleasant Grove, Springville, Payson, Spanish Fork and St. George.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Following the last assignment in Saint George she moved to Moroni, Utah where she spent to rest of her days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Next week I will include her obituary and some other notes about her.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0M_XOU1hASGGEZYVJhSaQVkNflquNSzDkb5C4lJx_ti_1gJFayzoCCApzeQvq5pcUuoy0tD471tIdPYbdKF45hwvyoLDmBIJ1FCTv-cyTeyoyV6wtDuc3H5cYJEecIU2ZsZa0VFMslsV/s1600/pippen+sarah+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM0M_XOU1hASGGEZYVJhSaQVkNflquNSzDkb5C4lJx_ti_1gJFayzoCCApzeQvq5pcUuoy0tD471tIdPYbdKF45hwvyoLDmBIJ1FCTv-cyTeyoyV6wtDuc3H5cYJEecIU2ZsZa0VFMslsV/s320/pippen+sarah+3.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-39659152809983782392012-02-26T19:42:00.000-08:002012-02-26T19:42:36.123-08:00Recollections of My Grandma - Blanche Ruby Worthen<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Blanche Ruby Worthen was born in 1901 in the Marmalade District (located just north of Temple Square) of Salt Lake City, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The house she was born in and grew up in is no longer there, having been demolished for the building of the Conference Center.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was the loving mother of my Dad and Aunt Janet.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">My earliest recollections of Grandma Blanche (that's what we always called her) involve he house she lived in on Harvard Ave. in Salt Lake City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this time she was married to Grandpa Russ (Russell Brewer Bean.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She and Grandfather Cash had divorced when my Dad was in his early teens.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It's interesting that no one in the family ever talked about what happened there and apparently they both made every effort to avoid each other thereafter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My wedding reception in 1981 at Grandma Ethel's house was a good example:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandma Blanche had to leave out the back door when Grandfather Cash and Virginia came in the front.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When our family would visit Salt Lake City every summer this is where we stayed because of all the room - two story house with a finished basement, which is where Richard and I always slept. I remember sleeping on a bed next to a cabinet with all the bridge trophies the Grandma Blanche and Grandpa Russ won.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The backyard was a well manicured lawn and garden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we were there in the summer Grandma would always have me go out in the garden a pick ripe red tomatoes, large ones and the cherry kind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have another strange memory of her house:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was playing with the dial telephone one day and for some reason dialed the "O" for operator.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I quickly hung up but for the next several days felt the police were going to come and arrest me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Grandma Blanche seldom called me Charles or Charlie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was always Charlie Dear, even when I was in my twenties and thirties.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When I was in the 4th or 5th grade Grandma Blanche took me on my first airplane ride.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She and Grandpa Russ had driven to Las Vegas from Salt Lake City and while there flew to Los Angeles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She took Richard and I back with her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We flew out of the original LAX on Aviation Blvd.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandpa Russ was the owner of Mountain States Fire Sprinkler Company and he had a contract to put fire sprinklers in many of the new hotels, including the Flamingo and Stardust.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was rumored that he and Bugsy Siegel (the gangster who built the Flamingo Hotel and brought the mob to Las Vegas) were well acquainted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don't recall how many days we stayed in Las Vegas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I do remember being told to get out of the casino area of the Flamingo while Grandma Blanche played bingo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I also remember being allowed to put a dime in a slot machine at a drug store .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I won.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The drive back to Salt Lake City was interesting, no I-15 and Grandpa Russ was a speed demon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Had I known then what I know now about Grandpas Russ I would have been really scared.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You see, Grandpa Russ was a really good man, but he was also and alcoholic.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By this time Grandma Blanche and Grandpa Russ had moved to a house on Harrison Ave. in Salt Lake City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My birthday happened while I was there and Grandma made me a chocolate cake decorated with lollipops and candy canes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Breakfast at Grandma's was always special with cantaloupe, honey dew melons and orange juice, things we didn't get at home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandma also gave me my first experience to prime rib and Yorkshire pudding.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It was also during this summer that Grandma Blanche took all her grandchildren to see the movie, "Music Man," starring Robert Preston and Shirley Jones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is still my favorite movie of all time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My Dad later bought the soundtrack and we played the record over and over again, to the point where I had almost all of the songs memorized.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At family parties my Mom made me do the number "Trouble with a capital T and the rhymes with P and that stands for pool."</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">During my high school years, after Grandpa Russ had passed away, Grandma Blanche would drive her Chevrolet Impala down to the Grand Canyon and work as a desk clerk at the Grand Canyon Hotel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She did that for several summers and was always very proud of the fact she was able to make that drive and remain independent.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It was also during this time that she moved from her house on Harrison to the Carriage Lane condominiums on 45th South.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a very nice place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember she always paid the gardener extra to plant petunias outside her residence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">In 1971 I received my mission call to Japan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not know of this at the time but later found out that she insisted on paying half the cost of my mission.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When asked why she did this she answered that she wanted the blessings that came from supporting a missionary in the field.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She faithfully wrote me a letter every month.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the end of my mission I bought an elegant Japanese doll wearing a silk kimono in a large glass case and had it shipped back to her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She said it was too much and I said it was not enough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She proudly displayed it in her living room.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">During my college years I would frequently drive up to Salt Lake City on the weekends and go out to lunch or dinner with her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After the first few times I made sure that I did the driving when we went out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She would drive 45 mph in the fast lane of the freeway, bless her heart.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Speaking of cars, several years after I had graduated from college and moved back to Inglewood, I decided to buy a new car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had my heart set on a black and silver<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Datsun 200SX that I has seen at the car show.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were no in Los Angeles, but there was on in Orem, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I made arrangements to drive up and buy it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Grandma Blanche found out about it she let me know she wanted to buy my Impala<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and she insisted on a price that was well above what the dealership would have given me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She drove that car the rest of her life.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">At the end of her life, when her health began to dwindle, she went to live with my Aunt Janet and Uncle Judd.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was with some sadness and yet with some rejoicing that we go word on December 9, 1986 that Grandma Blanche had passed away peacefully in her sleep.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was honored to be asked to speak at her funeral.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My most distinct memory of that funeral was a Christmas tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Someone, and to this day we do not know who, instead of sending flowers to her funeral, sent a fully decorated Christmas tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And so, every Christmas season when Charlie Dear puts up his Christmas tree, he thinks of all the good times with Grandma Blanche.</div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-376229196000259812012-02-21T01:29:00.000-08:002012-02-21T01:29:22.899-08:00Recollections of my Grandfather, Charles Cash Rampton<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">My Grandfather (we never called him Grandpa, it was always Grandfather) was extremely proud of his names: Rampton from his father, Charles Hyrum Rampton, and Cash from his mother, Wilda Cash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was born in Bountiful, Utah in1901 but lived all his adult life in Salt Lake City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And that is where my earliest recollections of him begin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My family lived there until I was five years old when we moved to Southern California.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have vivid memories of Sunday dinners at his house on Virginia Ave.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a big dining room with a long table which I could not reach if I sat on a chair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, a large unabridged dictionary placed on the seat of the chair boosted me high enough so I could access the plate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">After we moved to California we would come back to Salt Lake City every year for vacation;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and I do mean every year from when I was five until I went on my mission to Japan.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of the things I looked forward to the most was visiting him at his office at Walker Bank where he was a vice-president.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He always had great bank souvenirs that he would give us each time we visited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I still have one of them today, a small bank in the shape of a book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is something inside, but I have no idea where the key is today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I always thought is was great that he worked in a bank and had the name, Cash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is the name he went by his adult life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He began working for Walker Bank in his early twenties and retired as Senior Vice-president after 41 years of service.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Grandfather, and my step-grandmother, Virginia loved to travel, many times going on world cruises that departed from the Port of Los Angeles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our family would always go visit them on the ship before they departed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For some reason, my younger brother, Richard, and I always had to dress up in Sunday clothes for the visits.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In my pre-teen and teen years I collected stamps and always enjoyed the ones they sent me back from their many destinations.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">In 1970 I entered Brigham Young University in Provo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once a month he would drive down from Salt Lake City and take me to dinner. The first time was at the restaurant of a local hotel not to far off of campus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don't know the reason why, but at the end of dinner he left a larger than usual tip for the waitress which she did not forget.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometime later, I took a date there and was given the royal treatment by the same waitress, free dessert.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was a big deal for a college freshman, trying to impress his date.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">One Sunday he stopped in on campus at the house of the President of the University, Ernest Wilkinson and introduced him to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They had been friends for many years.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"> Grandfather Cash (that's what we called him) was never very active in the church, especially after he and my Grandma Blanch divorced when my Dad was in his early teens.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But he was still supportive of me going on a mission.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I enjoyed the few letters he sent me in Japan. They were always encouraging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So it was with some interest that just a few years ago I found the letters he sent my Dad on his mission in Canada.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The content is precious.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He never handwrote the letters, rather he would dictate them to his secretary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She would type them on Walk Bank stationary; he would sign them; enclose the monthly check and put them in the mail.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was in these letters that I learned that he did not approve of my mother-to-be, Lois Fae Linnebach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He felt my Dad should finish his education before getting married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(My Mom, apparently, had their wedding all planned out before my Dad finished his two years in Eastern Canada.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were married two months after he got home.)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When I returned to BYU after my mission he would frequently invite me to lunch at the Alta Club in Salt Lake City, of which he was a member.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always wondered why all the women went in a different door than the men; but apparently that was the custom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The women congregated in one part of the club and the men in the other.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is where I had my first "Shirley Temple."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Later we all met in the dining room.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a great lunch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At the end Virginia got up to go to the ladies room and Grandfather went to speak to Senator Jake Garn.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While I was sitting at the table by myself, the waiter brought a small silver goblet filled with water to each seat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had no idea what I was suppose to do with it, so I drank it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandfather saw me do it and started to laugh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He later told me that was a fingerbowl in which I was suppose to rinse my hands off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was indeed embarrassed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">In the early 1970's Grandfather moved from his house on Virginia Ave to a fancy apartment/condominium building on North Temple in Salt Lake City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My Dad loves to tell the story of how he and Grandfather were riding in the elevator down to the parking area when President Ezra Taft Benson got on with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Per my Dad, President Benson said, "Cash, you could have been a great mission president."</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But instead, Grandfather Cash chose to devote much of his time to public service.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His list of public positions included President of the Salt Lake Chapter of the American Institute of Banking, Chairman of the Salt Lake County American Red Cross, President of the Salt Lake Chamber of Commerce, Chairman of the Utah Commission for the Hoover Report, Member of the Board of Trustees to Administer the Utah Public Employees Retirement System, Chairman of the Civil Service Commission, Member of the Salt Lake City Planning and Zoning Commission, Member of the City Board of Adjustments, Member of the Federal Jury Commission (appointed by Judge Willis Ritter),and Co-Chairman of the Citizens Advisory Commission on Airport Improvements at Salt Lake City International Airport. My Dad would always tell us that the expansion of Salt Lake International Airport to its current status was in part due to Grandfather's vision of the future.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We always considered him the second most famous Rampton politician in the family, behind Governor Calvin Rampton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That is before we learned that the husband of his half-sister, Amanda, was Charles Rendell Mabey, also a governor of the State of Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So maybe he moved down the list one notch.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">In 1952 he was a candidate for the United States Senate seat from Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was the same year that as President of the Salt Lake City Chamber of Commerce he spoke at the Golden Jubilee dinner at the Hotel Utah along with President David O. McKay and Irving S. Olds, Chairman of the Board of United States Steel Corporation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When my Dad graduated from the University of Utah in 1957 with a Masters Degree in Civil Engineering, his first job was with United States Steel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I wonder if Grandfathers connections had anything to do with it?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">After retirement, Grandfather and Virginia would spend many of their winters here in Southern California, either in Palm Springs or San Diego.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always questioned the safety of two seventy year olds making the 700 mile drive from Utah to California in their Chevrolet Caprice Classic (which my Dad inherited, was stolen after several years and used in several bank robberies before being recovered.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was always fun to go visit them in their resort-like surroundings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By this time Grandfather's opinion of my Mother had changed 180 degrees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He would always tell her that my Dad could not have done any better than her for a wife.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But she still was always a little intimidated by him.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">In December of 1991 I was saddened to learn that Grandfather had passed away, just before his 90th birthday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was honored to be asked by my Dad and Aunt Janet to deliver the eulogy at his funeral.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Governor Calvin Rampton was the other speaker.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was later buried at Mt. Olivet Cemetery in a family plot he had purchased years earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Today, my baby sister and mother are buried there along with Virginia and my Uncle Judd.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The two remaining plots are for my Dad and Aunt Janet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was important to Grandfather for the family to be close in life and death.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Grandfather especially loved my oldest son David, born in 1983, probably because David's middle name is Cash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When David was an infant Grandfather would send him letters and David would reply (via his mother.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In one of the letters Grandfather included this poem that way very dear to him:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><h1 style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;">YOUR NAME</span></h1><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>You got it from your father</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>It was all he had to give.</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>So it’s yours to use and cherish</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>For as long as you may live.</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>If you lose the watch he gave you </b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>It can always be replaced.</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>But a black mark on your name, </b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>Son can never be erased.</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>It was clean the day you took it</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>And a worthy name to bear.</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>When he got it from his father</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>There was no dishonor there.</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>So make sure you guard it wisely </b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>After all is said and done.</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>You’ll be glad the name is spotless </b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><b>When you give it to your son.</b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">After my day in the library,</span> <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">put </span>the story of the John Hartshorn, Jr. family <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">in </span>my <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">file </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">along </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">with </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">other </span>information <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">gathered</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">. </span>And there <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">it </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">sat....<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Several years </span>then passed. <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">During </span>this time, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">graduated from </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">BYU </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">moved </span>back to Los Angeles to embark on <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">my career </span>in personnel management at Hughes Aircraft Company in Culver City, California.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In those years when I made a concerted effort to keep the Sabbath Day holy, not that I still don't today, one of the Sunday activities I would undertake might seem very strange to you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">I</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;"> </span>would take family group sheets <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">from my </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Book </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Remembrance, interweave </span>the dates <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and </span>places <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">with </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">my</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span>knowledge <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">of </span>history, and then <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">try </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">conceptualize </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">what </span>actually <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">happened </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">the </span>people on the family group sheet. On <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">one </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">sheet </span>I <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">saw </span>an <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">1840 </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">birth </span>date of <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">a </span>child which took place on the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">Atlantic </span>Ocean. I <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">empathized </span>with the mother who probably <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">suffered </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">great </span>hardship during her <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">pregnancy and </span>childbirth <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">at </span>sea. Morning <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">sickness is </span>bad <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">enough </span>by <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">itself. </span>But, when combined <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">with </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">sea sickness, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">it </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">must have </span>been almost <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">intolerable. </span>On another <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">sheet </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">I were </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">saddened </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">see </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">the </span>death date <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">a </span>small baby <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">girl </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">in </span>Winter <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Quarters, </span>Iowa only six <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">days </span>after her <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">birth </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">in </span>1847. <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">The </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">joy </span>the family <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">felt </span>at the birth contrasted <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">with </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">the </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">pain </span>of <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">the </span>death made <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">me </span>appreciate <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">even </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">more the two children, David and Travis, </span>with which the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Lord </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">had </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">blessed </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kevin's birth was still two years away.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">One <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Sunday evening </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">in </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">1987 Judy and I were</span> looking at the family group <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">sheet </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span>the John Hartshorn Jr. <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">family I had copied from the Archive Records of the Salt Lake Genealogical Library while I was still in college.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Seeing </span>three <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">death </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">dates </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">on </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">same </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">day, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Judy </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">asked </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">me </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">if </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">knew </span>what had happened <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">family?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">I </span>thumbed through my files and found the account <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">massacre </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">at </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">Haverhill. After </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">discussing </span>the tragedy that <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">beset </span>the Hartshorn family, trying <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">to imagine </span>how we would have reacted <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">in </span>a similar <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">situation </span>or how we would have <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">dealt </span>with <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">such </span>misfortune, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">I </span>returned the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">history </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">my </span>files <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">retired to </span>bed <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">for </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">About three </span>o’clock <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">in </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">the </span>morning <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 18.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">suddenly </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">awoke.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like </span>lightening <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">from </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 9.5pt;">a </span>summer thunder storm, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">an </span>overpowering <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">realization flashed </span>through <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">my </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">mind </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">that </span>something <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">was </span>wrong on the John Hartshorn Jr. family group <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">sheet. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">So </span>profound <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was the </span>thought, that <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">I </span>had to <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">get </span>up <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">right </span>then <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">and go </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">look. I </span>took out the family group <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">sheet and </span>immediately noticed that the year of <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">death </span>of the first-born <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">son, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">John </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">III, </span>was <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">1699, </span>making <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">him </span>two <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">years </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">old </span>when he <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">died. </span>Hence, no temple work had <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">ever </span>been done on <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">his </span>behalf <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">except sealing </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">him </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">to </span>his <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">parents. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">He </span>had never been baptized <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">or </span>endowed. <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">I </span>rushed <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>open my history of Haverhill, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Massachusetts </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>compare <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">dates and, sure </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">enough, </span>there <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was </span>a discrepancy. The history of the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">massacre </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">said </span>that John <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">III </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was eleven years </span>old when <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">he </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">died. </span>This meant that temple work <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">should </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">have </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">been </span>performed for him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">I </span>was now faced <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">with </span>the problem <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">of </span>determining which date <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">correct. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">The </span>only <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">way </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">I </span>could do <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">this was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">again go </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Genealogical </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">Library </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and </span>review the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">materials that </span>contained <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the </span>early <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">vital </span>records <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of Haverhill, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">Massachusetts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">I </span>was excited <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">to </span>check the records and <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">see </span>which date <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">correct. </span>Here was <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">the </span>potential <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">for </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">an </span>opportunity <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">had </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">been </span>working <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">toward </span>for <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">years </span>- <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to finally </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">be able </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">do </span>the temple work <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">for </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">a </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">deceased </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">ancestor. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">fortunate </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">in </span>that <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">there </span>was a <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Family </span>History <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">Library </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">situated </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">on </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">the </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">grounds </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">of the Los </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Angeles </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">Temple. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">If </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">the </span>library <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">had been </span>open at that hour, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">I </span>would <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">have rushed </span>straight <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">there. </span>But <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">it </span>wasn’t <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">and </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">so </span>reluctantly <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">had </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>wait.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Inasmuch <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">as </span>my <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">discovery </span>had taken place <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">in </span>the wee hours <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span>Monday morning, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was </span>once again <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">faced </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">with </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">a </span>perplexing <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">dilemma. </span>The library <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">did </span>not open <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">until </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">9:00 </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">a.m.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>But, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">had </span>to be <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">at </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">work </span>at <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">8:00 </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">a.m. </span>Again, the temptation <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>take <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">a </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">day </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">off </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was </span>literally tearing at the very <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">fiber </span>of <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">my </span>being. What <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">should </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">do? </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">An </span>overwhelming desire to <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">verify </span>the correct date <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">was </span>burning <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">within </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">me. </span>On the other <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">hand, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">I </span>held a position <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">some </span>responsibility <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">at </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">my place </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">employment and had a </span>family <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">support.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">I </span>went to work; but, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">as </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">soon </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">as </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">I could</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">raced </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">the </span>Family History <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Library. At </span>least <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">wanted </span>to race <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">there. </span>But rush <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">hour </span>traffic <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">on the Los Angeles </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">freeways </span>makes speeding anywhere next <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to impossible. </span>Sitting on <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the </span>freeway was frustrating <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">and </span>only heightened my craving <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">desire </span>to <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">get </span>to the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">library. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">After </span>what <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">seemed </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">like </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">an </span>eternity on the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">freeway, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">I </span>arrived on the Temple grounds. <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">I </span>hurried <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">inside </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">library </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">began </span>my search. Finally <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">I </span>found <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">it, </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">documentation </span>that confirmed that <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">John </span>Hartshorn <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">III </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was </span>killed <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">with </span>his father <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and </span>brothers <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">in </span>1708. <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">almost shouted </span>for <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">joy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>Before <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">the </span>night <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">was </span>through, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 17.5pt;">I </span>completed <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">all </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">necessary </span>papers <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">to </span>have <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">the </span>temple work done <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">and sent </span>them off to the Genealogical Department of the Church in <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Salt </span>Lake <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">City.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Several weeks </span>later <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">received </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">a </span>letter <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">back </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">stating </span>that <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">the </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">name </span>of <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">John </span>Hartshorn <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">III </span>had <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">been cleared </span>to have <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">all </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">the </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">necessary </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">temple </span>work done. <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">The </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">letter </span>added <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">that </span>his name had been sent <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the </span>Los Angeles Temple where <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">I </span>could go and perform the work on <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">his </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">behalf. </span>What a <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">thrill! </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">And </span>yet at the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">same </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">time </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">a </span>quiet <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">peace came </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">over me </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">and </span>caused me <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">to </span>reflect back <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">on </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">all </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">of </span>the circumstances <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">that </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">resulted </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">in </span>this <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">letter </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and </span>the ultimate performance <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">these </span>eternal ordinances. <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">am convinced, and </span>no <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">one </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">can make </span>me believe otherwise, that the immortal spirit of John Hartshorn <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">III </span>had <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">reached </span>a certain point <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">in </span>the spirit world where <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">it </span>could no longer progress. The <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">ordinances </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">baptism, </span>confirmation, bestowal <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">the </span>Priesthood, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">and </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">the </span>endowment, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">all </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">which </span>can <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">be </span>performed <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">in </span>the temple <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">for </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">deceased </span>individuals who did not <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">have </span>that opportunity during <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">their mortal </span>existence, needed to <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">be </span>performed <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">on </span>his <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">behalf </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">so </span>that <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">he could continue on </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">in </span>his pursuit <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span>Eternal <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">Life. </span>The time <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">had </span>come <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">for </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">this </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">happen and </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">was </span>blessed <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">to </span>be <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">a </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">part of </span>it.</div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">While <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">still </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">reflecting, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 17.0pt;">I </span>vividly <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">remembered </span>that sparkling winter <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">morning </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">some </span>eleven years past and the prompting <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">I </span>had <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to visit </span>the Genealogical <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">Library </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">in </span>Salt Lake <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">City. </span>Suddenly, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">it </span>became clear <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">just what </span>it <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">that influenced </span>me that <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">day </span>to <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">cut </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">class </span>and drive to the library where <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">I </span>obtained <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">my </span>first knowledge of what <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">had happened </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>the John Hartshorn <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">Jr. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">family: </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">it </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the “Spirit of Elijah” that </span>the Prophet Malachi wrote <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">would </span>“turn the heart of the fathers to the children <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">and </span>the heart of the children to their <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">fathers...” </span>(Malachi <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">4:6)</span></div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">With </span>this <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">scripture </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">in </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">mind, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Joseph </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Smith </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">taught: </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">“...this is </span>the Spirit of Elijah, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">that </span>we <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">redeem </span>our dead, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and </span>connect ourselves <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">with </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">our </span>fathers which <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">are </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">in </span>heaven, and <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">seal </span>up our dead <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">to </span>come forth <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">in </span>the first <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">resurrection.” (Teachings </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the </span>Prophet <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">Joseph </span>Smith, pp. <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">337-338)</span></div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Yes, Elijah made me do it.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-89624389153846851902012-02-05T12:32:00.000-08:002012-02-05T12:36:20.741-08:00The Day I Ditched School - Elijah Made Me Do It (part 2 of 3)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">One of the stories I collected that day concerned family of John Hatshorn, Jr. who lived in Haverhill, MA in the early 1700's.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Correct pronunciation in not Haver-hill, but Hay-vrill: I was once corrected by a local.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The following is my account from several source documents I read that day.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">It </span>was a <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">hot </span>summer morning <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">in </span>the small community <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of Haverhill, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">Massachusetts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">The John </span>Hartshorn Jr. family <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">about </span>its daily chores.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">But </span>this morning <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">August </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">29, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 9.0pt;">1708 </span>was <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">one </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">that would </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">have </span>dire consequences for <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">the young </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Little </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">did they know </span>that the Sunday breakfast they <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">had </span>just finished would <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">be </span>their last together <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">as </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">a </span>family <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">in </span>this life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The entire <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">community </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span>Haverhill <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">in </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">a </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">state </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span>commotion <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">due </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">fighting </span>of the Q<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">ueen </span>Anne’s War which had spilled <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">over </span>into the Americas from <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Europe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">John </span>had taken precautions <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>provide <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">for </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">defense </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">his </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">wife </span>and <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">six </span>children by digging <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">a </span>cellar under his <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">two </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">story </span>home <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">that </span>could only be <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">entered by </span>way <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">of </span>a <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">secret </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">trap </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>In <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">case </span>of <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">attack </span>by either the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">French </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">or </span>Native American tribes<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">, </span>the family <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>hide in the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">cellar </span>until <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">it </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">safe </span>to <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">come </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The raid on Haverhill was lead by French commander Jean-Baptiste Hertel de Rouville who had enlisted the services of the Algonquin and Abenaki tribes.</span></div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">All </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">calm </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">until </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">shortly after </span>breakfast.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Then, panic struck </span>the young family when John spotted a<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;"> war </span>party <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">approaching </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">their </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">isolated house ready </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">attack.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>For reasons known only to <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">John </span>or maybe even his wife, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Hannah, John </span>bolted from <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">the </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">house. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>Why he <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">did not </span>retreat <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">to </span>the cellar <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">with </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">his </span>family <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">is </span>not <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">known.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>Perhaps he <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">felt </span>that <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">if </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">the war party entered the </span>house and <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">saw </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">no </span>one <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">there </span>they <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">would </span>become suspicious and find <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the </span>secret hiding <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">place. </span>Perhaps he <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">felt </span>he needed <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">to </span>buy some <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">time </span>so <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">that </span>his family could gather <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">in </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">cellar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>Or perhaps he thought he could lead the attackers away from the house <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">altogether.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Nevertheless, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">as </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">John </span>ran he was followed <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">by </span>his <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">11 </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">year </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">old </span>son, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">John </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">III, </span>and 9 year old son, Thomas. <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">All </span>three were shot dead before they could run <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">fifty </span>feet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">Another </span>son, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">Jonathan, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">age </span>5, also tried <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>run from <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">the </span>house but was quickly caught and killed by the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">savage </span>blow <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">an </span>Algonquin tomahawk.</div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">Inside the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">house, </span>Hannah <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">horrified at </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">massacre </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span>her <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">husband and three </span>sons. But, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">she </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">still </span>had <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">enough presence </span>of mind to gather her other <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">sons </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">and head </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">for </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">the </span>secret <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">cellar. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">As </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">she </span>began <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>pick <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">up four </span>month <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">old David </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">she </span>realized <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">that </span>his <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">crying </span>might give <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">away </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">their </span>hiding <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">place and </span>result <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">in </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">demise </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">rest </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">of </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">family. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">So </span>reluctantly <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">she</span> <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">set the </span>infant on the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">bed </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">in </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">second </span>story bedroom and covered him with blankets, hoping that the attackers <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">would </span>not <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">go </span>upstairs, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">and </span>then took the other two <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">boys, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Jacob, </span>age 7, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">and </span>Timothy, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">age </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">2,into </span>the cellar <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>hide.</div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;">Shortly thereafter, the Algonquins entered the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">house and began </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">their </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">deeds </span>of plunder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Little </span>time <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">passed </span>before the intruders <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">discovered baby </span>David <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">in </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">second </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">story </span>bedroom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In<span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;"> </span>an act <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span>the utmost cruelty <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and disdain </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">for </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">human </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">life, </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">infant </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">taken </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">by </span>the marauding warriors and thrown <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">out </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">second </span>story window.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 6pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">After </span>what <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">seemed </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">like </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">an </span>eternity, the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">attackers </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">left </span>the Hartshorn <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">house </span>only <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">continue </span>pillaging other <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">residences </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">in </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">the </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">area. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">Once </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">the </span>carnage <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">of </span>Haverhill <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">was </span>completed, they <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">left to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">return to their </span>French allies <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">in </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Canada.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sixteen people had been killed and 14-24 taken captive back to Canada.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">As </span>soon <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">as </span>the war party had vacated the vicinity, John Hartshorn’s father, John <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Sr., </span>raced <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>his <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">son’s house </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">see </span>how the young family fared the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">attack. His own wife had been killed during the raid.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>He <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was devastated </span>at the sight of his slain <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">son and grandsons </span>outside the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As he <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">sped </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>enter the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">open </span>front <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">door </span>his <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">eyes </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">caught </span>a <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">glimpse </span>of <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">a </span>pile of <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">clapboards along </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">side </span>of the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>Lying on <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">top </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">of </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">pile </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">was </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">baby, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">David.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">John </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Sr. </span>hurried <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">to </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">pile </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">boards, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">his </span>heart pounding <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">in </span>foreboding anticipation <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">what other </span>tragedy <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">he might </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">encounter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>There, he gently picked up the motionless <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">infant. </span>He <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">examined </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">baby and </span>found, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">much </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">to </span>his <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">relief, that the child </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">was </span>alive and only <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">stunned </span>by <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">ordeal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Little </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">David </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">soon </span>regained <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">consciousness and was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">otherwise </span>unharmed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">Sr. </span>then <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">proceeded </span>to enter the cellar and <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">bring </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">out </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">the </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">frightened </span>mother and <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">children, </span>now <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">forced </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">endure </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">the </span>difficulties <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">of </span>early colonial <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">life </span>in America without <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">a husband and father.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">I </span>was <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">deeply touched by this tragic </span>story <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">of hardship </span>and courage which <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">does, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">by the way, </span>end <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">on </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">a </span>positive <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">note. </span>The <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">young baby, </span>David, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">grew </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">to </span>be <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">a </span>man <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">of </span>large <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">stature </span>and great <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">strength. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">He </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">was also </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the father </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">seventeen </span>children; one <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">from </span>which <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;">we are</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"> </span>directly descended via Grandma Blanche (Blanche Ruby Worthen).</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Next week, there's more to this story than this!!<br />
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</tbody></table> </div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-61755448656195983962012-01-29T05:17:00.000-08:002012-01-29T05:17:41.026-08:00The Day I Ditched School - Elijah Made Me Do It (part 1 of 3)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Although it has almost been 34 years since I was in graduate school at BYU (before it was even called the Marriott School) during my last semester, which would have been Winter 1978, I had an experience that I consider one of the top ten of my entire life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Don't ask me to name the other nine).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am going to dedicate the next three blogs to that experience and its significance.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And yes, to this day, I am convinced that Elijah made me do it.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I distinctly remember that it was a sparkling <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">blue </span>and shimmering <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">white </span>morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Days like this presented <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">a </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">serious </span>temptation <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">for </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">me. </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">On </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">winter </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">mornings when there wasn’t a cloud </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">in </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">sky </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">sun </span>glistened <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">off </span>the freshly fallen <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">snow, </span>when the only <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">sounds </span>to be heard <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">emanated </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">from </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">the </span>drops of water <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">falling off </span>the icicles hanging <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">from </span>the roof, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">I </span>could <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">think of </span>several <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">dozen </span>other <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">things </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">I’d </span>rather <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">do </span>than go <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">class. </span>Most <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">the time the </span>good <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">judgment </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.5pt;">I </span>fortunately inherited from <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Grandpa</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">, who </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">always </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">at the appropriate place </span>five <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">minutes </span>before <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the </span>appointed time, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">usually </span>prevailed <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">I </span>would <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">go </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">to </span>class. This <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">day, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">however, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">was </span>different; <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">although </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">it </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">would </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">take me </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">nearly </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">eleven </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">years </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">fully </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">realize </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">the s</span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">ignificance </span>of what <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">I </span>would <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">discover </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">this day.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.5pt;">I </span>arose <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">as </span>usual and began <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">to </span>get ready <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">for </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">It </span>was <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">a </span>crystal clear winter morning <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and again </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">Mother </span>Nature <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">had </span>painted <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">a </span>pristine <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">panorama </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span>ice <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">snow </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">that </span>could easily <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">grace </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">cover </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">any </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">Utah </span>travel <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">brochure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>As <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">had been </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">case </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">on </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">many </span>other <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">days </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">like </span>this, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">was sorely vexed </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">to </span>cut class. Today <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the </span>feeling <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">stay </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">home </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">was </span>much more intense than <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">ever </span>before, it almost seemed to have a righteous element to it, if that is possible; <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">so </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">decided </span>to relent, although <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">I </span>must admit that <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">my “good </span>judgment” <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">didn’t put </span>up <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">much </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">a fight.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">So now that I was going to ditch school, I had to decide what I was going to do for the day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As most of you know, I don't ski and snowboarding was not in vogue yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were not video games and PCs were still on the drawing board.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What to do?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">In </span>the middle of breakfast <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">felt </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">impressed </span>that <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">I </span>should take the opportunity to visit the Genealogical Library in <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Salt </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Lake City. I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">had never been </span>there <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">before. </span>While growing up <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">in </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">Los </span>Angeles <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">area I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">had heard </span>people talk about going there and Brother Stephenson in a Genealogy class I had taken said it was a good place to visit, but until today, I was not much interested.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I thought you <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">had </span>to be <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">age </span>sixty-five and retired to <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">get </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span>My <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">purpose </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">in </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">going, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">I </span>determined, would not <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">be </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>add names <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>my <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">pedigree </span>charts or family <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">group sheets. </span>Most of that <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">had </span>already been done <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">by </span>other relatives long before <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">born. </span>Instead, <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.5pt;">I </span>wanted <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">search </span>through <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">the </span>books <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">see </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">if </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">I </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">could gather stories and other biographical </span>information <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">about </span>any of <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">my </span>ancestors - not just <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">dates </span>and places. <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">I </span>wanted <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to find </span>out who <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">these </span>people <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">were, </span>what <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">made </span>them tick, what they <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">did </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">for </span>a <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">living, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">and </span>what <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">they accomplished </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">in </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">their </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">lives. Remember, for the 4 years I lived in Reams Apartments I was voted "Prankster of the Year" and on my last year I never did anything (although I was usually blamed when something happened.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So </span>this <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">may </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">seem </span>like an odd thing <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">for </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">a somewhat mischievous </span>college student to want <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">to </span>do on <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">a </span>beautiful <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">winter </span>morning; <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">but </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">a </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">still, </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">small voice </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">was </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">whispering </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">from within </span>the <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">depths </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span>my <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">soul </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">that </span>this <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">was something </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 15.0pt;">I </span>really <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">needed </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.5pt;">do. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 17.5pt;">I </span>had a <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">wonderful day </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">at </span>the library and was <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">able </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">to </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">collect </span>many <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">accounts </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">deceased </span>ancestors. <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">But </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">one touched </span>my heart more <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">so </span>than <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">the </span>rest and <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">caused </span>me <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">to </span>spend <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">many </span>subsequent <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">hours </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">in </span>reflection on the events <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 12.5pt;">of that </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 11.5pt;">day </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 14.0pt;">in </span><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">1708.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">----------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Here's a couple of pictures of me from my college days:</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family Home Evening Group. I am front middle. Can you spot Richard?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kim, Me and Cheryl as I prepare to perform in the Belle of the Block contest</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-3538609683512743262012-01-22T18:54:00.000-08:002012-01-22T19:58:55.101-08:00Wilda Cash - "Grammie Rampton"<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Even though it has been over 50 years, I still have vivid memories of visiting Grammie Rampton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That was the family name for Wilda Cash Rampton, my great-grandmother.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she passed away in 1964 she was 91 years old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Longevity of life seems to be a Cash Family trait.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her father, Lewis Lundsford Cash was 95 when he died<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in 1925.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her son, Charles Cash Rampton (Grandpa Cash) was 10 days short of being 90 when he died in 1991 which is remarkable considering he smoked and drank most of his adult life. Grandma (Lois Fae Linnebach) and Grandpa (Charles Cash Rampton, Jr.) use to dress Richard and I up in coats and ties and take us to visit Grammie on Sunday afternoons. She lived in a large victorian house on at the bottom of the hill on 13th South in Salt Lake City that had been converted into a duplex or fourplex. Grandpa use to tell us that they would close off 13th South in the winter since it was too steep and icy for cars to make it up in the winter. I remember liking to play in some curtains that covered one of the walls in her living room. I also remember getting scolded by Grandma for doing so.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Wilda Cash was born in Kentucky in 1873 to Lewis Lundsford Cash and Nannie Evelyn Stith Cash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was the oldest of their 12 children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She also had 9 brothers and sisters from her father's first marriage (his wife died in 1871).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were not members of the church.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, in 1884 her father accepted the message of the restored gospel and was baptized.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was a big deal in the South as the church was still not well received.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Five years later Wilda and her mother were also<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>baptized.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was 16 at the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Three years later her father sent her to Utah to be close to the Saints.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He later moved the rest of the family there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A few years later she met Charles Hyrum Rampton, a widower with 2 young daughters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were married 31 January 1894 in the Salt Lake Temple,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>9 months after the temple was dedicated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She, Charles and her two step-daughters, Alice and Afton lived in Bountiful in a house that Charles had built for her (see photos below.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandpa Cash always used to say that it was the first house in Bountiful to have indoor plumbing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That house is still in existence today although it is a shell of its former grandeur.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">She and Charles had 6 children of their own, 5 daughters and a son (Grandpa Cash).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The youngest daughter was Elaine, who I mentioned in a previous blog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Below is a short biography that Elaine wrote about her mother in 1957.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: blue;">By Elaine Rampton Marsden</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Wilda Cash was born in Howes Valley, Kentucky, June 23, 1873. She was the oldest of twelve children born to Dr. Lewis L. and Nanna Stith Cash. The girls were Wilda, Rue, Rilla, Lillian, Nanna, and Rose. The boys were Dan., Willoughby, Thomas, Carol, John, and Erastus. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The course of history of this family was changed a great deal by missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Around 1883 a missionary by the name of Louis Kelch and his companion were tracting in Vertrees, Kentucky. They contacted Dr. Cash’s daughter Betty, a daughter by a previous marriages.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was singularly struck with the similarity of the missionaries’ message to the philosophy her father had taught her. She told them of her father and his beliefs and gave them directions to his home. When the missionaries arrived they were somewhat skeptical, for they beheld a veritable plantation home and from past experiences knew that such homes were not receptive to the gospel message they had. They were permitted entry and afforded an opportunity to present their message.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dr. Cash was so interested that they stayed up until one o’clock that morning discussing the gospel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Several years passed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All the while Dr. Cash studied the Mormon message.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally, he decided that he was ready to become a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and traveled all the way to Utah where Elder Kelch performed the baptism.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After this, Dr. Cash returned to Kentucky to get his affairs in order to move to Utah. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At this time Wilda was sixteen years old.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dr. Cash wanted to make the trip to Utah with his family intact. Because Wilda was keeping pretty regular company with Striggler Glasscock., Dr. Cash decided that his oldest girl should leave that summer for Utah to attend school. Elder John E. Hansen, who was laboring in the mission field at that time, suggested that Wilda stay with his family in Salt Lake. He explained that it wouldn’t be any burden, for he was to be released in a week and would be in Salt Lake before Wilda arrived for school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The plans were agreed upon. In August of 1889, Wilda left Kentucky by train passing through Louisville, St. Louis, Kansas City, Pueblo, and Colorado Springs on her way west. Her father wired Elder Hansen that his daughter would be arriving, but unfortunately this telegram was not delivered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Wilda arrived in Salt Lake City, there was no one to meet her. The first person she encountered was an Englishman with a heavy English brogue. She asked him for directions to the Hansen home, but wasn’t successful in understanding his English accent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was as confused as before, but she still was hopeful of finding Elder Hansen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As she wandered up the street, two girls of about her age came towards her and passed her by. She kept walking and before too long came to an enclosed yard. There working in the yard was Elder Hansen. Was he surprised.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He hurried Wilda into the house to tell his wife. Mrs. Hansen was very surprised. She threw her arms around Wilda and hugged her as if she were her very own. The Hansens, being the wonderful people that they were., showed this warmth and love to Wilda all the while she was with them. Elder Hansen ran to the road and called the two girls back. One was Mrs. Hansen’s sister, Clara Tate; the other was Clara's girl friend, Mary Lyman, the apostle’s daughter. The girls were most cordial and admired the traveling suit Wilda was dressed in and related how they had wondered who was that stranger was who passed them on the street. They all became warm., close friends. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The first few days in Salt Lake for young Wilda were glorious. Then the pace settled down and Wilda had more time to think and to contemplate her now environment. Something was building up inside of her. Finally she could hold it back no longer and burst into tears. Mr. and Mrs. Hansen were very upset. They thought that they had done something wrong. Wilda told them that nothing was wrong, but that she just had to go home. She was homesick - dreadfully homesick. A letter was written to her father. His reply was that of a strict southern disciplinarian. “Look here young<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>lady, I’ve sent you to Salt Lake at great expense. I want you to buckle down old forget about coming home!" This only added to the misery. Wilda just had to go home. Finally, her father consented to the trip home and wired her the money. With this turn of events the sickness subsided never to return. Wilda was to stay!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Clara Tate came to stay with the Hansens to go to school with Wilda.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That winter the two girls had a wonderful time together. They attended school at the Social Hall, the University of Deseret.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>James Talmadge was the principal at this time. In addition to school activities, they found time to take in an occasional dance at the 20th Ward with Will Phillips and Charlie Rogers. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;">School ended and summer set in. With fall, the family arrived from Kentucky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wilda joined them in Bountiful where they took up residence for a year before moving north to Cache Valley. During this year in Bountiful, Wilda Cash met her husband to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It began on the afternoon of the 24th of July. Wilda had been to the parade with Katherine Rampton and Lizzie Stringham.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The group dropped in at the Rampton home. Katherine’s older brother Charles was at home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was decided that they'd all go downtown for some ice cream. Wilda and Charles were paired off, followed by the two girls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was the beginning of a beautiful romance. Charles, his sister, Katherine, and Wilda attended many functions together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Charles suggested that they go up to Farmington to the fair. Wilda<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>thought that world be a wonderful idea. Charles picked her up in his dapper carriage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time, however, something was a little different. Katherine wasn’t along. Wilda was surprised! Had Charles Rampton purposely planned this trip this way?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This seemed like a brazen act. She swore that she’d never have such a man for a husband., but in January of 1894 she changed her mind and was married to the "man she wouldn't have" in the Salt Lake Temple. Wilda had moved with her family to Benson in Cache Valley.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Charles made many trips from Bountiful to Benson during the last part of their courtship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was agreed that as soon as Charles could build a home in Bountiful, they would be married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They moved into the new home in 1894 with two small daughters, Afton and Alice, age eight and nine. The girls were Charles’ daughters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His first wife had died. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;">Mr. Rampton ran a dry goods store and owned the Opera Home in Bountiful. He was a successful businessman of Davis County. Tragedy struck February 1909, when the Opera House and the Dry Goods Store burned down. With no insurance this was a blow but they were rebuilt and opened in August same year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Five years later, almost to the day, the store burned down again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In May at 1916, Mr. Rampton traded the Opera House for a ranch on the Provo River.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This ranch was sold two years later and the Mackey, Idaho Ranch was purchased.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1922 the Mackey Ranch was sold and the home at 969 13th South was received as part payment. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By this time the family had grown to eight children. Wilda Cash Rampton wanted her family to receive an education.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In addition to Afton and Alice there were Vivian, Thelma, who died at the age of five, Golda, Cash, Wilda, and the baby, Elaine. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Wilda Cash Rampton has lived at 969 East 13th South, Salt Lake City, Utah, for thirty-five years now. The last twenty-two have been spent alone, as her partner was taken from her in 1935.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Since that time Wilda Rampton has continued to lead a most active life; active in her church, especially the Relief Society of her ward., keeping up and caring for her home and apartments and taking care of her grandchildren and great grandchildren (six and ten respectively), and traveling. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>One of the outstanding trips in later life taken by Mrs. Rampton took place in 1939 at the invitation of her daughter Wilda (Mrs. Roy A. Legge).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They left Salt Lake in late September and journeyed by train to Chicago, where they were met by daughter Golda (Mrs. Fred J. Miner). After spending some time visiting many friends and all the sights of Chicago, the two daughters and the mother took off for the two great cities of eastern Canada, Montreal and Quebec.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From Canada they traveled down to Boston where they Golda’s husband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They toured New England, visiting all the old early landmarks of the pilgrims and taking in all the modern sights of the old town.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Mrs. Rampton and Wilda went on down to New York and stayed at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel (This was quite a change for the lady who as a beautiful blond, blue-eyed sixteen year old had trudged up the street in Salt Lake City not knowing where she was going to sleep if she failed to find the Hansen home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But a loving husband, a son, some wonderful daughters, many wonderful friends, a real character herself over the years and a kind Providence had willed life to be good to Wilda Cash Rampton, she thought, as she rested in the world’s finest<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>hotel).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Following thrilling days in New York., the trip took them on down through Philadelphia., Washington, D. C., New Orleans, across to El Paso, Texas, around by Los Angeles, where daughter Wilda insisted her mother go on to San Francisco and visit with her for a month.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Always time runs short in San Francisco for Mrs. Rampton where she divides it between daughter Wilda and daughter Vivian (Mrs. Gilbert Cheney), the grandchildren and the great grandchildren. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Another trip of memorable reflection in the mind of Mrs. Rampton took place in 1948 when she again visited her daughter Golda in Chicago. With Golda and Fred planning a delightful trip, she traveled to her old home State of Kentucky to visit her old friends and see the old landmarks she grew up with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She had been away for 59 years. This was a wonderful trip for her, filled with childhood memories.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many things were quite the same.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many were changed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The people were extremely glad to see her. The exchange of family ties and connections were the main topics of conversations whether at night, morning, or midnoon. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Perhaps the most thrilling trip ever experienced by this oldest of the "Cash" girls was her maiden air voyager via United Air Lines to the Hawaiian Islands in January 1953.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(This flight does not compare, nor should it of course with the thrills of the young lovers Wilda Cash and Charles Hyrum Rampton riding in and around Bountiful behind the high stepping heels of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>well groomed, fancy horses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nor, perhaps, when the young wife Wilda a little later on, harnessed, hitched and drove old Prince on the iron tired carriage with her brown-eyed brood alongside.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Leaving Salt Lake and the snow and January chills, Mrs. Rampton flew to San Francisco.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After visiting Vivian and Wilda and families once again, she soared off over the Pacific Ocean in company with her daughter, Wilda Legge, son-in-law, Roy Legge and their daughter Barbara. Life at the Royal Hawaiian Hotel in Honolulu for six weeks was the culmination of a life well deserving of such a trip and richly enjoyed by this charming 79 year old gray haired lady.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>But trips away from home are not all the thrilling events for Wilda C. Rampton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seeing her only son succeed (C. Cash Rampton is vice-president of Walker Bank and Trust Comply) business-wise and seeing her daughters, grandchildren and great grandchildren well and happy, is her most thrilling experience in life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: blue;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Celebrating her 80th birthday four years ago at a party given at the home of her youngest daughter Elaine (Mrs. Milo S. Marsden) on June 23, 1953,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>holds a warm spot in the heart of Mrs. Rampton. Friends and relatives from far and wide came to wish her many more happy days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Practically all of the 150 callers - young as well as old - marveled at her youthfulness for eighty years. Now., some four years later, we her family, glory in her rich life of the past, relish her love and sympathy of the present, give her our sincerest and deepest love of every passing hour and pray God’s blessings upon her.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-91396736910426442922012-01-15T23:54:00.000-08:002012-01-16T00:03:27.274-08:00Charles Hyrum Rampton<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">On 20 Aug 2006 David and I drove to the Bountiful City Cemetery and photographed some of the old family headstones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of them taught me an important lesson about my name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Charles is a very common name in Rampton genealogy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Henry Rampton had both a brother and uncle named Charles.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He named his third son Charles Hyrum Rampton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always wondered why Grandpa Cash (Charles Cash Rampton) was not Charles Hyrum Rampton, Jr. since I had always assumed that he was the oldest son of Charles Hyrum Rampton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That day at the cemetery I learned different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Charles Hyrum Rampton was born 30 March 1860 in Bountiful, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He spent most of his life in the blacksmith business, following in his father's footsteps.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He also spent some time in the ranching and livestock business.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1882 he married Amanda Pace and within three years they were the proud parents of two daughters, Alice and Afton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, in 1888 tragedy struck the young family when Amanda died in child birth along with the infant son.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were both buried in the Bountiful City Cemetery, each with a separate headstone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Amanda's read, "Amanda Rampton<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>1863 - 1888".<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The headstone next to hers' read "Charles H. Rampton<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>1888 - 1888."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although I have not seen any written record, I assume that is Charles Hyrum Rampton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Six years later, at age 34, Charles Hyrum Rampton met and fell in love with a young girl who had just moved to Utah from Kentucky, Wilda Cash.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were married 31 January 1894 in the Salt Lake Temple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their first three children were girls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But then on 24 December 1901 they were blessed with their first and only son.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Charles wanted to name the new son after himself, but could not use the name Charles Hyrum Rampton again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, they decided to change the middle name in honor of Wilda's family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hence, Charles Cash Rampton, Grandpa Cash.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">note: one of Grandpa Cash's older sisters, Amanda, married Charles Rendell Mabey, who later became governor of the state of Utah and poet laureaut of the state. He also spoke at Grandpa's (Charles Cash Rampton, Jr.) missionary farewell along with George Albert Smith.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Charles Hyrum Rampton and Wilda Cash Rampton</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grave Marker of Charles Hyrum Rampton in Boutiful City Cemetery</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grave Marker of Amanda Pace Rampton in Bountiful City Cemetery</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grave Marker of Charles Hyrum Rampton, Jr. in Bountiful City Cemetery</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home in Bountiful, Utah that Charles Hyrum Rampton built for Wilda Cash Rampton, rumored to be the first home in Bountiful with indoor plumbing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Same house a few years later with Wilda Cash Rampton standing in front</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Obituary of Charles Hyrum Rampton</td></tr>
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</div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-22761861366888205912012-01-08T04:02:00.000-08:002012-01-08T04:08:16.714-08:00Eliza Stratford - Third Wife of Henry Rampton<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Several years ago, David and I visited the Bountiful City Cemetery to take photographs of the Rampton headstones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the area around the headstone of Henry Rampton was a small stone with a simple engraving: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Eliza S. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">& baby </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Jan. 20, 1838</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Apr. 25. 1863</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">This, along with a few sentences in Henry Rampton's journal were all the earthly writings concerning this young woman that I was aware of.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In a way, that made me sad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here were the earthly remains of this young woman, third wife of Henry Rampton, and we hardly knew anything about her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So recently I set out to find out all I could about her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She, like Henry was a convert to the Gospel in England and immigrated to the Great Salt Lake Valley.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of her older sisters was the wife of Charles W. Penrose, who later became a member of the Quorum of the Twelve and a member of the First Presidency of the Church under President Joseph F. Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A younger sister with whom she traveled to the United States was the wife of William Budge who had baptized Henry Rampton in 1853.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I assume Brother Budge was the one who introduced Eliza and Henry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>At any rate, I decided that I would take all the information I found and report it in the form of an obituary.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was also able to find some old photos of her father, mother and one older sister.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #993300;">Monday, 27 April 1863</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Dozens Mourn Eliza Rampton</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #993300;">Bountiful Woman Died in Childbirth</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #993300;">Dozens of mourners, including family and friends gathered today at Bountiful City Cemetery to pay their final respects to Eliza Stratford Rampton, wife of long-time Bountiful resident, Henry Rampton, who died Saturday in childbirth along with her baby son.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was 25.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #993300;">Eliza Stratford was born 20 January 1838 in Malden, Essex, England, daughter of George Stratford and Eliza Barwell.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her father was a cabinet maker and would sometimes take his daughters to work with him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She learned of the restored gospel while in her early teens.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her mother was baptized on 17 April 1851.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Within two months the rest of the Stratford family who were of age entered into the waters of baptism.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Like many of the converts in England, the Stratford family desired to migrate to the Great Salt Lake Valley, but were of limited means.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eliza left England on 11 May 1860 with her sister Julia and Julia's husband, William Budge, who seven years earlier had baptized Henry Rampton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They sailed across the Atlantic on the ship <i>William Tapscot</i> along with 730 other saints arriving in New York City on 15 June.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were detained in quarantine for 5 days due to cases of small pox that had broken out among several of the passengers, although none proved fatal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Previous ships bringing Saints from Europe had sailed to New Orleans and then up the Mississippi and Missouri Rivers to Florence, Nebraska at which point they headed west.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, because of the outbreak of the Civil War, that more direct route was no longer available.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From New York City Eliza traveled up the Hudson River to Albany and then westward via train to Rochester and Niagara Falls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How thrilling it must have been to cross the suspension bridge into Canada and witness the majesty of the American and Horseshoe Falls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her group continued to travel west until they re-entered the United States and took a steamboat down to Florence, Nebraska where they finalized their preparations to head to the Valley of the Great Salt Lake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eliza's brother-in-law, William Budge was assigned to captain the wagon train that left Florence on 20 July 1860.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a blessing for Eliza to be able to travel with her sister and brother-in-law in a strange land and through formidable territory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was also blessed in that the wagon she was assigned was the lead wagon, preventing her from having to breathe the dust from the other wagons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The wagon train arrived in Salt Lake City on 6 Oct 1860.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #993300;">A year later Eliza's father and mother would embark for Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tragedy struck the Stratford family when her father, George died during the journey and was buried on the plains of Nebraska. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #993300;">Sometime during the first two years after her arrival in Utah, Eliza was introduced to Henry Rampton, noted blacksmith in the Bountiful area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were married in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City on 29 March 1862.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #993300;"> </span> <br />
<span style="color: #993300;">Eliza is survived by her husband, Henry, his wife Frances Dinwoodey Rampton, her mother Eliza Barwell Stratford, brother, Edwin Stratford (Mrs. Marianne Crabb Straford), and sisters Lucetta Penrose (Mr. Charles W. Penrose), Julia Budge (Mr. William Budge), Anne Robinson (Mr. Oliver Robinson) and Emily Stratford.</span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eliza Barwell Stratford - mother of Eliza Stratford Rampton</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Headstone of Eliza Stratford Rampton and her baby</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George Stratford - father of Eliza Stratford Rampton<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lucetta Stratford Penrose - older sister of Eliza Stratford Rampton</td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Happy New Year to everyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Have you made any resolutions yet, things you want to work on in 2012?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My personal weaknesses are many.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But one that haunts me most is that of procrastination.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For many years it had been my intention to travel to Salt Lake City and interview Aunt Elaine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Elaine Marsden Rampton was Grandpa Cash's (Charles Cash Rampton) youngest sister and the last remaining Rampton of her generation. Specifically, I wanted to get her recollections of her grandparents, Henry Rampton and Frances Dinwoodey.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sadly, I never made the trip before she died.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And so, the information we have on Frances Dinwoodey is limited.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I remember Grandpa Cash speaking about her several times, saying what great cookies she made.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">She was born 8 Jan 1828 in Warrington, England to James Dinwoodey and Elizabeth Mills.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When she was 10 years old her father died.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A year later, 1839, her mother married the husband of her deceased sister, John Evans, a recent widower himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two years later John Evans heard missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and was baptized on 31 July 1941.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Two weeks later Elizabeth was baptized.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Frances was 13 at the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It would be another 12 years before she was baptized on 29 May 1853.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Less than 10 months later she set sail for America on the John M. Wood with other Latter-day Saints bound for Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She arrived in New Orleans on 21 May 1854 and then traveled up to St. Louis where her mother and step-father had migrated a year earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Seven months later she would marry Henry Rampton, a recent widower who had come the America on the same ship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The sketch below is written my Maurine Platt, a descendant of Henry and Frances through their son Walter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Henry and Frances were the parents of one daughter, Catherine and six sons, Henry James, William, Charles Hyrum, Walter, Arthur and Frederick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> (One son, James, died as a child.) </span>All of the children were active in the Church except for William who ultimately moved to Pocatello, Idaho and became successful in the furniture business.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Arthur was born mentally retarded and was cared for my his sister, Catherine, in his later life.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">In 1862 Frances encountered a test of her faith in the Gospel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Or maybe it was not a test of her faith and just something that pioneer women of that time accepted as being members of the Church.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her husband, Henry was called to live the law of plural marriage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We can only surmise the thoughts that went through Frances' mind at the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are not recorded anywhere, to my knowledge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sadly, Henry's second wife, Eliza Stratford died less than a year later in child birth along with the baby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were buried in the Bountiful City Cemetery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Five years later, Henry married again, this time to Ada Alice McDuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Frances was 40 at the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Henry and Ada were the parents of nine children.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both wives lived in different houses, on the same street in Bountiful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Henry does not give us any details in his journal of the living arrangements.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What we do know, however, is that from <span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.5pt;">16 February 1889 until 3 June 1889 Henry was imprisoned in the Utah Penitentiary for unlawful cohabitation and fined $100.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 1890 the Church issued its Manifesto against future plural marriages.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It did not nullify past marriages.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is interesting in that five years earlier, 1885, Ada and her children moved from Bountiful to Syracuse, Utah where they took up ranching.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How much time Henry spent there is unknown, although I do not believe it was his permanent residence since several tributes written about him state he was in the East Bountiful Ward bishopric at that time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Frances continued to live in the same house on 100 North in Bountiful until her death in 1911.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Henry had passed away 8 years earlier.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Information collected by Maurine P. Platt for Daughters of Utah Pioneers </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Frances Ann Dinwoodey Rampton </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Born: January 8, 1828 at Warrington, Latchford, Cheshire, England </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Died: February 15, 1911 at Bountiful, Utah </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Parents: James Dinwoodey and Elizabeth Mills </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Arrived in Utah with the John Banks company on 5 October 1856. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Frances Ann Dinwoodey Rampton was a petite woman of sterling characteristics, loving and dainty, only weighing about 100 pounds. She was busy doing church work and looking out for others. She was a wonderful helpmate to her husband, Henry Rampton. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Frances was always clean and neat and wanted to look nice when visiting. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Frances was the third child of James Dinwoodey, a nail maker, and Elizabeth Mills. Frances immigrated to the United States one year after her parents. She sailed on March 12, 1854 on the crowded John W. Wood ship, arriving in New Orleans on May 21, 1854. The crossing took 51 days and was plagued with bad weather. Frances felt very blessed to arrive safely. Her family met her in St. Louis, and she was very happy to be with them again. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">It was in St. Louis that Frances met Henry Rampton. They crossed the Atlantic Ocean on the same ship. He called on Frances after the death of his wife, Catherine. Henry and Frances were married on December 25, 1854. Bro. Andrus, president of the St. Louis stake, performed the marriage. A tea party was given in the Church on Washington Avenue. Frances and Henry were married for time and eternity in Salt Lake City at the Endowment House in 1860. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">In June of 1856 Frances and Henry left for the Salt Lake Valley in the John Banks Company. With her was their first-born son, Henry James Rampton, born November 4, 1855. Crossing the plains with a seven-month old baby was very difficult. It is reported that she never murmured. The little family arrived safely on October 5, 1856 where they settled in Sessions Settlement, later named Bountiful. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Henry was a blacksmith, a good profession for pioneer times. He purchased an adobe home and lot for $240.00 in West Bountiful. Frances was the mother of seven sons and one daughter. Maurine P. Platt is descended through Henry and Frances’ sixth son, Walter. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">In the fall of 1865, Frances and Henry made a trip to Cache Valley. What a nice, restful vacation away from five energetic boys! She viewed the trip with great joy, as she drove along appreciating her Heavenly Father. Autumn colors covered the valley and hillsides. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;"> </span></span></span> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home of Henry Rampton and Frances Dinwoodey at 96 N. 100 S. in Bountiful, UT</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home of Henry Rampton and Ada Alice McDuff at 72 N. 100 W. in Bountiful, UT</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home of Charles Hyrum Rampton, one of Henry and Frances' sons. The house is directly across the street from Henry and Frances' home in Bountiful. This is the house Grandpa Cash grew up in. His mother is standing in the yard.</td></tr>
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</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: blue;">Frances mentions Cash Rampton, a grandson, coming to her home delivering his newspapers. He was cold and she gave him tea and cookies. He said her tea would cure anything. She enjoyed her grandchildren’s visits. One day Vivian came to spend the night. She did this often. When she went to bed, she stretched her feet; she found a pan at the foot of the bed. Asking what it was, she was told it was bread and had to be kept warm so it would raise to be baked the next morning. There were many ways to accomplish household tasks! </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: blue;">Frances lived in Bountiful for 39 years after the birth of her last child. This enabled her to watch them grow into adulthood and take their places in church and community and have their families. Frances lived to be 83 years old and passed away on February 15, 1911.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-29807774535085226762011-12-25T02:46:00.000-08:002011-12-29T19:30:46.080-08:00Christmas 2011, Henry Rampton and the Steamboat Arabia<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 9pt;">(note:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I'm writing this blog wearing my new Captain America pajamas Dave gave me.) </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 9pt;">Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had a great time celebrating Christmas Eve in the Linnebach tradition with David, Kevin and Melissa last night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Grandma Lois would have been extremely proud in one respect:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the dinner David cooked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Wow, honey baked ham, scalloped potatoes and jello/cottage cheese salad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Dave definitely has a talent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On the other hand, we kept expecting Grandma's hand to reach across the veil and smack Kevin in the back of the head as the read "The Cremation of Sam MaGee."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>A fun time was had by all as we watched "Home Alone."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 9pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">For the 3rd year, David gave pajama bottoms for everyone to wear. Each one was unique and had a note attached.</span></div> <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 9pt;">As we celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, it gives us the opportunity to reflect on our own births and blessings, and those who came before us that made what we have today possible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is a Henry Rampton connection to the Christmas of 1854.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was on Christmas Day of 1854 that he married Francis Dinwoodey, a fellow immigrant from England, after his wife, Caroline had died four months earlier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Church members in St. Louis celebrated their nuptials with a tea in their honor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>About a year later, their oldest son, Henry James Rampton was born in St. Louis.</div> <br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 9pt;">Then, on 2nd June 1856 the Henry Rampton family, along with 200 other Latter-day Saints boarded the Steamboat <i>Arabia</i> in St. Louis to travel up the Mississippi and Missouri Rivers to Florence, Nebraska.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were two classes of passengers on the <i>Arabia</i>, cabin-class and deck-class.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Henry Rampton and most of the other Mormons were deck-class, meaning they slept on the deck for the twelve day journey along with 30 wagons and other cargo.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many of the Saints from St. Louis had been able to save enough to purchase wagons and oxen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Henry Rampton was one of those fortunate enough to have a wagon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Others on board would travel to the Salt Lake Valley by handcart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not all of them would make it, including members of the ill-fated Martin and Willey handcart companies who were also on board. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 9pt;">Just as the Saints who had traveled from England on sailing ships organized themselves, so did the Saints on the <i>Arabia</i> for their journey to Florence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>John Banks was appointed company president while William Morrison was appointed to preside over the Saints on the lower part of the <i>Arabia</i>..<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His journal says they held "fellowship meetings" morning and evening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Saints also formed a brass band which played every night from the hurricane deck.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 9pt;">On the 8th of June the <i>Arabia</i> landed in Kansas City for a brief stop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Kansas City Enterprise sarcastically commented that the <i>Arabia</i> "carried heavy freight for Council Bluffs, consisting chiefly of Mormons destined for the land where sorrow and affliction never enters - nothing but adoration for Brigham Young."</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 9pt;">Henry and the rest of the Saints on the <i>Arabia</i> arrived in Florence on the 14th of June 1856.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their oxen, which were being driven overland, did not arrive for another week.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 9pt;">After arriving in Florence, the <i>Arabia</i> would only make two or three more trips up the rivers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>On 5th September 1856, near Parkville, Missouri (present-day Kansas City) the <i>Arabia</i> struck a submerged log which punctured the hull.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By nightfall, all that was left above water was the upper decks and smokestacks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The boat continued to sink in the soft mud until the next day when it completely submerged.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fortunately, no one was hurt except one donkey which could not make it to shore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The 130 passengers were all able to get to shore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But the 220 tons of goods destined for stores up river were lost.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><strong><span style="font-weight: normal;">The Arabia sank</span></strong> with enough supplies to stock an entire town - 5,000 pairs of leather boots, thousands of pieces of china, hats, dolls, clothing, nails, scales, axes, adzes, needles and thread, silk, beads, pots, pans, eyeglasses, buttons, shoes, medicine, guns, food, jewelry and 400 barrels of Kentucky Bourbon.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 9pt;">Although a tragedy in and of itself, the sinking of the <i>Arabia</i> was just one of dozens of boats lost on the rivers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But, the story of the <i>Arabia</i> does not end here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 9pt;">Over the years, the course of the Missouri River shifted a half mile to the east from its position in 1856.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For decades rumors persisted of a treasure buried in the mud in a farm near Kansas City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Finally, in 1987 a man by the name of Greg Hawley with his two sons, armed with old maps and a proton magnetometer, located the remains of the <i>Arabia</i> in a field about a mile from the river.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They obtained permission from the farm owner to begin excavation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The <i>Arabia</i> and all its contents were located about 45 feet from the surface, preserved in an underground lake that needed to be drained.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Interestingly, mud and cold water are great preservers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The vast majority of the contents of the <i>Arabia</i> were salvaged in tact, including the straw used to pack much of the goods in barrels that were headed for stores upriver.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Today, those items, which give us a picture of what life was like in 1856 can be seen in the Arabia Museum in Kansas City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>see www.1856.com.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It gives us a snapshot of what life would have been like for Henry Rampton and his fellow travelers.</div> <br />
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</div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-54227947419116853072011-12-18T12:06:00.000-08:002011-12-18T12:06:44.013-08:00Henry Rampton and the Mountain Lion<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">As a young man Henry drove one of the wagons in a freight wagon train to Omaha to procure much needed supplies to bring back to the Saints. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">On the return trip, Henry was driving a wagon bearing a coffin containing the body of a church man who had died en route to Salt Lake City. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">As the wagon train neared the last range of mountains which must be crossed to enter the Salt Lake Valley it was necessary to double up some of the teams to make the final pull. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">Henry’s team was one of those used to double up. His wagon which also had a cow tied behind it was pulled out of the train and Henry was left behind to guard the wagon and the cow. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">As night fell, Henry laid down on top of the coffin and went to sleep. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">About two in the morning he was wakened by a shrill scream. Henry opened his eyes to see two bright eyes staring down into his own. He lay perfectly still but continued to stare into the pair of eyes which finally backed off as a huge mountain lion leaped from the seat of the wagon box and disappeared into the black of night. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">Henry rose immediately to discover that the scream he had heard had come from the cow which lay helpless on the ground having been hamstrung by the cat. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">It was necessary to kill the cow. Henry spent the rest of the night dressing out the meat. At daybreak, just as he had finished the job, a handcart company came staggering into view. They were in a pitiable condition having been without food for several days. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">Without hesitation, Henry helped prepare the meat for them to eat, and it literally saved their lives. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">Henry was relieved that it had not been his decision to kill the cow which had been left in his trust. He felt that that decision had been made for him to spare the lives of the handcart company.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 11.5pt;">copied from <a href="http://www.henryramptonfamily.org/">http://www.henryramptonfamily.org/</a></span></div>Charles Ramptonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14332060246420415778noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-581530262466227756.post-35719024717855288862011-12-11T12:12:00.000-08:002011-12-11T19:17:47.889-08:00Henry Rampton, part 3 - Pioneer<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Henry's ship, the John W. Wood landed in New Orleans on 2 May 1854.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sadly, he missed Mardi Gras by 2 months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By his account, they did not stay in New Orleans long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rather they transferred all their belongings onto a steamboat by the name of "Josiah Lawrence" for the trip up to St. Louis where the church actually had an established stake for immigrants on their way to Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When the Josiah Lawrence reached St. Louis 12 days later, the passengers were quarantined on Arsenal Island.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The following is from the account of<b><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 7.5pt;"> </span></b><span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.5pt;">Daniel, Antoinette and James (Jacques) Bertoch, converts from Italy who had been on the same ship as Henry Rampton from England to New Orleans and New Orleans to St. Louis:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">"On May 2, 1854 the vessel reached New Orleans. From there the converts boarded the steamboat Josiah Lawrence which transported them up the Mississippi River to St. Louis. On May 14, shortly before arriving in St. Louis, most of the church members were quarantined on Arsenal Island, an area where immigrants were examined for cholera. That same morning, Marguerite Bertoch died of cholera in the arms of the <u>Cardon sisters</u>. 11 other converts died within a few hours and were buried on the island, with Marguerite."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(I believe Grandma Crockett is related to this Cardon family)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Apparently, Henry only had to stay in quarantine for a day and was then allowed to go to St. Louis to look for work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many of the Saints who traveled with Henry kept on up the Mississippi River to Florence, Neb. where they made plans to go west.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Those were the ones who had funds to do so.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Henry Rampton did not have the funds, so he stayed in St. Louis to work and save.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here his journal begins again:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">We was 12 days coming to St. Louis from Orleans. We were detained at quarantine 5 days, but we reached quarantine on Sunday, and on Monday I went by permission of the doctor to St. Louis to seek for employment with another Brother by the name of Kempin. We succeeded, and in also getting a room. We returned the same night, but too late to cross the river. We had to sleep by a heap of rocks until the next morning. On the Thursday evening, the ferry boat came for us and we took our luggage from the Lava to the room. So we left the saints. I went to work in Gratroit (Gratiot?) Street on the Saturday, and on the Monday in the Mississippi Foundry. There I stayed two weeks. Then I left and went to work on the Monday as I left on the Saturday night before, so we had the room up over the shop. <u>We had not been there past six weeks before my dear wife was taken sick. The heat was too great for her strength and the state of her body. She continued sick about three weeks. I took her to a more healthy part of the city to a Mr. Patterson in Biddle Street. I took her there on the first day of August and she died on the 2</u></span><u><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">nd </span><span style="color: blue;">of Aug. 1854. </span></u><span style="color: blue;">Her body lies interred in the Wesleyan Cemetery which is 2 . miles out of St. Louis. Her loss I thought I could not endure, but God in His goodness and mercy, has found me another partner which came in the same ship as ourselves. After the death of my dear wife, I used to frequently go to see Frances Dinwoodey and I spent the greater part of my leisure time at her house for I found in her company was joy to me, and my heart began to feel after her and we mutually agreed to be married and at the expiration of five months or on the 25</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">of December, we were married by Elder Milo Andrus,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>resident of the St. Louis stake of Zion, at a tea party in the church, being Christmas day, and I now thank God that He has so ordered that my dear Frances and me are come together. We live with her father and mother on Washington Avenue. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">Nothing of importance transpired for several months. We both enjoyed good health up to the conference when we had a good time of it for three days beginning 6</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">day of April. In the month of April, I received a letter from Eli Whitear from Salt Lake Valley. All well and prosperous. In the month of June, my wife’s parents emigrated to Salt Lake Valley. Arrived there quite safe, as they informed us by letter. I, myself, during my stay in St. Louis, held several responsible offices, such as counselor to the President of the Priest quorum, afterward called to the office of an Elder, ordained under the hands of</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">Bishop Chas. Chard on the 25</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">of June 1855, and acted as his second counselor. I afterward was called to be first counselor to Bishop Lowe, and then the same for President Lees and the same for Bishop Turner. Nothing of importance transpired until my wife bore unto me a son which I am thankful to God for. He was born Nov. 4, 1855. His name is Henry James Rampton. May the Lord God Omnipotent preserve his life long </span><span style="color: blue;">upon the earth to do good. He was blessed by Elder James H. Hart, the President of the St. Louis stake of Zion on the 9</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">of December, 1855. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">Nothing transpired up to this date which is the 5</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">of May 1856. The little lad is growing fast, and we are striving to pursue our journey across the plains. According to our desires, we endeavored to make a start of the plains and thence the Salt Lake City. We started on the steamboat on the 2</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">nd </span><span style="color: blue;">of June, 1856. <u>Arrived at Florence on the 14</u></span><u><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">of the same month and laid there until the 6</span></u><u><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">of July, and then started across the plains, and after </span></u><u><span style="color: blue;">traveling some three months, arrived in Salt Lake City 5</span></u><u><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">of October 1856.</span></u><span style="color: blue;"> All well and glad to see the place after so long and tedious a journey. We attended the conference on the 6</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">and on the 8</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">I went and got work at Sessions Settlement for a man by the name of Udy. I worked for him about three months. At the expiration of that time, Henry Dinwoodey, my wife’s brother, bought a set of tools and rented them to me at $95 a year. I bought a dobie house and a lot of Evan Smith for $240 in Sessions settlement and started a shop for myself. We felt it pretty hard. Had to live principally upon bread. Our spirits became dull, but I hope the Lord will forgive us. Our dear little one still grows and is healthy. All goes well and prosperous and the blessing of God attends us.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">Nothing more transpired until January 17</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">1858, when my wife was delivered of another fine son. I named him William as he was born on my own father’s birthday, January 17. I still live in Sessions Settlement or Bountiful. In February, 1858, Charles Stoddard received a vision which was good. He related it in the school house. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">On this, the 20</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">day of February, 1859, I resume my journal. The Lord continues to help us in my business. I, by degrees, obtained tools of my own and by this date have had a good set of tools of my own. I gave up the first tools to my wife’s brother and paid him for the use of them in the fall of 1859.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">The President of the United States sent an army of several thousand men to Utah without apprising Brigham Young, the Governor of Utah Territory. Therefore, he refused their admittance and ordered out some several thousand residents of the Territory in order to dispute the passes into the Territory. Accordingly they took their stand in Echo Canyon and built fortifications there. As for myself, I had to stay at home to shoe cattle and </span><span style="color: blue;">horses for the conveyance of provisions to men in the mountains. The United States Army had to stay at Fort Bridger all winter until three men, commissioners from Congress, could come and make negotiations with the officers of this Territory. The President of the United States sent a proclamation of peace and forgiveness, as he </span><span style="color: blue;">termed it. Then the soldiers entered the Territory and made a military post in Cedar Valley where they are to this date, February 20, 1859. They seem very peaceable. Our prophet is still in our midst, that is to say, he does not preach to the people now so we are left to ourselves, but I pray that we may always have the Spirit of God with us to instruct us in the ways of truth and righteousness. But before the soldiers entered the territory, our</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">prophet ordered every man, woman and child to go south, with the exception of a few men as guards for each settlement. The year 1858, accordingly, we all packed up and went. The people in our ward went down on Provo Bottoms about 50 miles from Salt Lake City. We stayed there in wagons and shanties for about seven weeks, and then we all had word to return home, which we did. All things are well with us, so I will stop for </span><span style="color: blue;">the present. I built a small addition to my house in the fall of 1859. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">Nothing of importance transpired during the summer of 1859. Rather bad crops through the spring opening so late. The winter commenced rather early. It began in November. I received a letter from my father the last of November. We are all well. I thank God at this time being the 5</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">of December, 1859. The general instruction is for all families that cannot sustain themselves here or at any of the settled wards, to go to Cache Valley. This also in the fall of 1859. The paper called the ‘Mountaineer’ started during the </span><span style="color: blue;">summer of the same year, and Captain Hooper was sent as delegate to Congress the same year for the first time in the place of Doctor Bernhisel.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">My son, Charles Hyrum, was born March 30</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th</span><span style="color: blue;">, 1860, 15 minutes past 10 o’clock in the morning. This same year, we received our endowments in the House of the Lord. Nothing of importance transpired during the year, but threats of war in the States. In 1861, the war with the North and the South, as the Prophet Joseph Smith predicted years before, broke out. Abraham Lincoln, President of the Federal Government; Jeff Davis, President of the Confederate States. The work of death is going on very freely there and their enmity is great, one against the other.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">The telegraph was completed this year and a daily mail established. During 1860 and part of 1861, the Pony Express run through here and the theatre was commenced and went up briskly. The same year, an apostate by the name of Morris led off some kindred spirits up to Weber. In 1862 we held a convention throughout the Territory, or rather, we held meetings to appoint delegates to hold a convention and got up a form of State </span><span style="color: blue;">Government, and petitioned Congress for a State Government. Omitted from 1861 was the death of my father, William Rampton, who died March 29, 1861 on Good Friday,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">and left me three hundred pounds to be received at my stepmother’s death. I have received several letters from Sarah, William, and Charles. I feel thankful to God for his blessings toward me and my family for God, my Eternal Father has blessed me, and us all up to this time, being the 29</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">of January, 1862. </span><span style="color: blue;">In the same year on March 29</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th</span><span style="color: blue;">, 1862, I took Eliza Stratford to wife, a young woman from England, who was born in Malden Essex 20</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">of January 1838, came to Utah in the fall of 1861. We were married 13 months and on Saturday evening, April 25, 1863, at half past eight o’clock Eliza died in childbed and her baby also, a fine little boy. He was buried with his mother in the same coffin in his mother’s arms, and on the following Friday, May 1</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">st</span><span style="color: blue;">, my dear little James died of inflammation on the lungs <i>(11 months of age, according to Henry’s daughter Catherine in a brief history of her life) </i>and was buried by the side of Eliza and her baby. Brother Henry Lee blessed little James April 30, 1863.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">Time seems to roll along bringing its events. Gold fever raging in the North. New discoveries of the precious metal, panic striking many, even our brethren. Some of them are disposed to dig a bit, consequently leave for that purpose, while in the States, even at this time, the war is raging with the North and the South. Many are leaving there for the gold mines for fear of being pushed into the field of blood and carnage. Even today, this </span><span style="color: blue;">15</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">day of May, 1864, the two great armies of the Potomac are contending in a deadly struggle. This same year seems to be memorable for the settlement of a valley called Bear River Lake. A few farmers have gone from here. Grain looks well here, but a rather dry time. Poor prospect for a peach crop. I bought the adjoining lot and-half to mine of William Jackson for one hundred and fifty dollars this spring. This same spring brings also an addition to my family, a little boy which we have named Arthur. He was born March 12, 1864, about 9 o’clock (Saturday) in the morning. May God’s blessings rest upon him that he may live and be a good useful </span><span style="color: blue;">man in the Kingdom of God. I have not received any news from home since I received the parcel last October. I sent my sheep to Bear River Lake with George Davis on shares. Half the wool and half the increase, 12 head.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">------------------------------------------------</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="color: blue;">Called to go on a mission to England on the 29</span><span style="color: blue; mso-bidi-font-size: 8.0pt;">th </span><span style="color: blue;">of November, 1878. To start in one month. I leave Henry to take charge of the shop and to preside over my family in my absence. Charles to help him what he needs and take charge of team and farm. <i>Started January 5, 1879. I labored in the South Coast 10 months, then removed to the Mansfield district, in the Nottingham Conference. Returned in 1880. Enjoyed good health during my </i></span><i><span style="color: blue;">mission and had a good time with my relatives.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><i><span style="color: blue;">I have labored in East Bountiful as a Ward Teacher over twenty-five years.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><i><span style="color: blue;">I acted as School trustee several years.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><i><span style="color: blue;">I was ordained Seventy in the 29 Quorum of Seventies, Augustus Farnham, President. Afterwards </span></i><span style="color: blue;">ordained High Priest and set apart as alternate in the High council of Davis Stake December 11, 1881<i>(2)</i>, by Joseph F. Smith, mouth.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
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