James (Handcock) (Hankuk) Hancock (Sr.) [Parents] was born about 1689. He was christened on 9 Mar 1689 in Cherington, Warwickshire, England. He died in Prob Warwickshire, England. He was buried on 21 Sep 1727 in Pillerton Hersey, Warwickshire, England. He married Margaret (Margrit) Archer on 3 Mar 1711 in Tysoe, Warwickshire, England.
DATA: GEDCOM disk from Blake Rosenvall, September 16, 1996.
Pillerton & Tysoe par reg researched by J.D. Mytton 3 Dec 1966, 24 Jan 1967, 3
Mar 1967.
Pollerton Hersey & Cherington par reg rec'd 25 Aug 1973 (by correspondence),
researched by J.D. Mytton.
Hancock
spelled both HANCOCK and HANKUK, connection made by J.D. Mytton.
Margaret (Margrit) Archer [Parents] 1 was born about 1688. She was christened on 4 Apr 1688 in Ilmington, Warwickshire, England. She died about 1706 in Prob Warwickshire, England. She was buried on 13 May 1706 in Pillerton Hersey, Warwickshire, England. She married James (Handcock) (Hankuk) Hancock (Sr.) on 3 Mar 1711 in Tysoe, Warwickshire, England.
DATA: GEDCOM disk from Blake Rosenvall, September 16, 1996.
They had the following children:
M i John (Hankuk) Hancock was born about 1712. He was christened on 30 Jun 1712 in Pillerton Hersey, Warwickshire, England. He died on 8 Sep 1727.
Pillerton 7 Tysoe par reg researched by JD Mytton, Coventry, Wrwck, Engl 3 Dec 1966 24 Jan 1967, 3 Mar 1967. copies in poss of Deseret Johnson. Pillerton Hersey 7 Cherington par reg (by correspondance) rec'd 25 Aug 1973, researched by JD Mytton
Hancock spelled both Hancock & Hankuk in rec. connection made by JD Mytton, researcherU ii Francis (Hankuk) Hancock (1 of 2) 1 was born about 1717. Francis was christened on 17 Nov 1717 in Pillerton Hersey, Warwickshire, England. Francis died on 20 Jul 1722. U iii Francis (Hankuk) Hancock (2 of 2) 1 was born about 1723. Francis was christened on 8 Mar 1723 in Pillerton Hersey, Warwickshire, England. Francis died . M iv James Hancock (Jr.)
Alma Nephi Gold [Parents] 1, 2 was born on 18 Nov 1884 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He was christened on 1 Jan 1885 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He died on 29 Sep 1971 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He was buried on 1 Oct 1971 in Elysian Bur Gardens, Holladay, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He married Rosa (Rosazen, Roseina) Birch on 21 Sep 1910 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
1. LDS blessing date 1 Jan 1885 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah.
Rosa (Rosazen, Roseina) Birch 1, 2 was born on 4 Mar 1885 in Price, Carbon, Utah, United States. She died on 8 May 1962 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She was buried on 12 May 1962 in Elysian Burial Gardens, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She married Alma Nephi Gold on 21 Sep 1910 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
Lehi Moroni Gold [Parents] 1 was born on 11 Dec 1886 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He died on 2 Jul 1976 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He was buried 2 on 6 Jul 1976 in Wasatch Lawn Mem. Park, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He married 3 Fanny Clarisa (Clarissa) Owen (see notes) on 16 Sep 1908 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
Fanny Clarisa (Clarissa) Owen (see notes) 1, 2, 3 was born 4 on 12 Feb 1885 in Prob Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She died on 7 Sep 1952. She married 5 Lehi Moroni Gold on 16 Sep 1908 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
Other marriages:Gold, Henry Joseph
They had the following children:
M i (Infant) Gold 1 was born on 23 Jun 1909 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He died on 23 Jun 1909 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He was buried on 23 Jun 1909 in City Cemetery, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. M ii Donald Owen Gold 1 was born on 5 May 1911 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He died on 8 Aug 1911 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He was buried on 10 Aug 1911 in City Cemetery, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
James Martin Hopkins 1 was born on 31 Dec 1892 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He died on 5 Sep 1966 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He was buried on 8 Sep 1966 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He married Elmina Rachel Gold on 25 Jul 1933 in Manti, Sanpete, Utah, United States.
Elmina Rachel Gold [Parents] 1 was born on 31 Dec 1892 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She died on 7 Oct 1988 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She married James Martin Hopkins on 25 Jul 1933 in Manti, Sanpete, Utah, United States.
Another record said Elmina married 21 Sep 1910... unknown to who or if the date is simply wrong.
Joseph Hyrum Gold (Sr.) [Parents] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 was born on 17 Feb 1852 in Birmingham, Warwickshire, England. He died on 16 Jun 1919 in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. He was buried about 1919 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. He married 6 Sarah Elizabeth Merrill on 10 May 1875 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
Other marriages:Bain, Minnie Euphenia
Hinck, Elizabeth Adelaide (Adams) (Hink)
BRANCHES OF THE TREE by -Charles David Gold - 1969
(History of Eliza Adelaide Hinck (who married Joseph Gold Sr) and Her People (Her Father Andrew and mother Tuttle) - see "notes" for Eliza Hinck
Acknowledgments
For the account of our people in England and the immigration of those who came to America, I am grateful to Deseret Johnson of Bountiful, Utah. She is a granddaughter of father's brother, Cyrus Henry Gold. Information about the years the family lived in Idaho was furnished by my brother, Robert Henry Gold. Of the earliest days in Mountain View my brothers, Bert and Hyrum, both contributed, and much valuable information was taken from the very splendid writings of Mrs. Julia M. Nelson in her book called: MOUNTAIN VIEW REMEMBERS. In the interest of clarity it should be noted that father and mother named one of their sons Joseph Hyrum, hence the need for Sr. after father's name. At home Robert Henry was called Bert and Joseph Hyrum Jr. was called Hyrum. Although the central figure of this report is my father, it would be impossible, of course, to relate much about him without the inclusion of many things regarding others who were important to him. Father was one of many early pioneers who merit the love and gratitude of those of use for whom they made life easier. The story of his people and their life in England could have been much more complete than it is had any of us who were his children taken enough interest in such things to ask questions while he was still alive. No attempt has been made to record events in chronological order except that which is contained in the first few pages. The account of mother's people will be found in the latter part of this record. Our People in England
The first of father's ancestors of whom I have an account lived near the center of England in the City of Coventry and its vicinity. Mrs. Deseret Johnson of Bountiful, Utah informs me that the researcher she has doing the work for us in England is positive beyond any question that the people whose record follows are certainly the ancestors of Cyrus Henry Gold, his two brothers, Joseph Hyrum and Frank, and his sister, Sarah Ann. These are the four who came to America. Altho there is no question about who the people were and where they lived some changes were made in the spelling of the name. No doubt some of these occurred by mistakes made when copies were written of past records. I am told that such mistakes were quite common in past centuries. However, some of the changes may have been made by choice. If you are now braced for a few surprises let us go back to the beginnings of the recorded doings of our progenitors and see what happened when and where. A Mr. Joseph Goode was born about 1740 in Coventry. After he became old enough he married a girl whose first name was Ann. They had a son christened Samuel Goode, April 5, 1762, in Holy Trinity Church in Coventry. When Samuel grew up he became a weaver, and on December 3, 1787 he married Mary Swinnington in St. Micheal's Church in Coventry. Mary Swinnington was born about 1766. When these two were married the write of their marriage certificate wrote Samuel Gold on it instead of Samuel Goode, and beginning with the date of his marriage he used the name Gold. Of course they would want the name they were using to be the same as that on their marriage certificate. However, some of the children of Samuel Gold spelled the name Gould when they became adults. The children born to this marriage were: Francis - a boy, *Thomas, Harriet, James, Joshua, Isaac, Sophia. Throughout this account this * sign will denote the one who is our ancestor. Thomas Gold married a girl whose first name was Sarah. No record of last name. Date of marriage not known. They had the following eight children: Thomas, Henry - died as a child, John, Amey - died as a child, Sarah - died as a child, *Joseph. Joseph was christened Joseph Gould, but used the name Gold, and was the father of Cyrus Henry, Joseph Hyrum, Sarah Ann and Frank. These were the four who came to Utah. Two others were born into this family. They were: Amy and William. On January 27, 1845, Joseph Gold married Sarah Thompson. She is the first one of our female ancestors of whose people we have some history. The following information is regarding her people:Hoare - Francis Hoare was born about 1762 in Manchester, England. He married Mary Lewis who was born about 1766 in Manchester. They had the following six children: Thomas - chr. 4-14-1788 at Manchester; Elizabeth - chr. 4-21-1790 at Nuneaton; Sarah Lewis - chr. 5-6-1792 at Nuneaton, died at age 2 yrs; *Sarah - born at Leamington 11-13-1793, chr. 12-2-1794 at Nuneaton. Died 2-16-1882 at Fillongley at age 89; Mary - born about 1796; William - born 7-8-1798.The father of these children was buried June 10, 1800 in Nuneaton, England. THOMPSON - George Thompson was born October 1, 1792 in Birmingham and he died September 10, 1859, in Fillongley at age 68. On September 15, 1817, he married Sarah Hoare listed in the preceding family. They had the following ten children:Joseph bir 8-3-1818, Fillongley, dea 11-1906 age 88; William, bir 6-23-1820, Fillongley, dea 8-4-1850; Hannah, bir about 1821, Mastock; Mary bir 9-24-1822, Fillongley, dea 1-12-1885; Sarah Elizabeth, bir 8-7-1824, Birmingham, dea 11-2-1825; *Sarah, bir 2-24-1827, Nuneaton, dea 9-25-1860,; Susanna, bir 5-31-1829, Birmingham, dea 12-14-1918 age 89; George, bir 5-8-1832, Fillongley; Emiley, bir 10-11-1834, Fillongley, dea 12-13-1900; Elizabeth, bir about 1836, Birmingham;
Joseph Gold, son of Thomas Gold, married the Sarah Thompson listed in the preceding family on January 27, 1845, in the town of Aston, Warwickshire County, England. The occupation of Joseph was a bricklayer.
Joseph and Sarah had the following eight children:
Henry, Died as a child; Cyrus Henry, bir 5-1-1848, Birmingham, dea 3-27-1930, Utah; Elizabeth Sarah, bir Birmingham, Died as a child; *Joseph Hyrum, bir 2-17-1852, Birmingham, dea 6-16-1919, Alberta; Sarah Ann, bir 4-11-1854, Edgbaston, dea 5-18-1925, Utah; Francis (Frank), bir 1-28-1858, Fillongley, dea 12-27-1931, Nevada; A son, bir and dea 1859 Birmingham; A son, bir and dea 1860, Birmingham.Father - Joseph Hyrum Gold, Sr. Born February 17, 1852 in Birmingham, England. Married mother in Utah in 1883. Died in Alberta, June 16, 1919 at the age of 67. Grave at Mountain View. Mother- Eliza Adelaide Hinck born December 31, 1862 at Tooele, Utah. Died February 19, 1919, at Cardston, Alberta at age 57. Grave at Mountain View.
Their family: -Robert Henry - Born June 22, 1884, in Idaho. Living at Cardston, Alberta; -Edna Adelaide Gold Mercer - Born June 7, 1888, in Idaho. Died April 1953 at age 67. Grave at Mountain View; -Minnie Angeline Gold Nelson - Born June 7, 1888, in Idaho. Died January 17, 1970 at Cardston, Alberta.. Grave at Cardston; -Joseph Hyrum Gold, Jr. - Born March 11, 1891, in Idaho. Died February 24, 1970. Payson, Utah is place of burial; -Sarah Ann Gold Forester - Born June 17, 1893, at Mountain View, Canada. Died April, 1964, at the age of 71. Grave at Innisfail, Alberta; -Emerett - Born December 11, 1894, at Mountain View. Was drowned May 11, 1897, at age 2 ½. Grave at Mountain View; -Lille May Gold Stewart- Born June 20, 1898, at Mountain View. Died May 23, 1954, at the age of 56. Grave at Lethbridge, Alberta; -Charles David - Born August 17, 1900, at Mountain View. Living at 527 West Capitol Street, Salt Lake City, Utah; -Velate Gold Gillie - Born October 6, 1902, at Mountain View. Died August 28, 1948, at age 46. Grave at Lethbridge, Alberta.
*Joseph Hyrum was born February 17, 1852 at 9-Court Floodgate Street, Birmingham, England. After giving birth to the eight children listed above, the mother died on September 25, 1860, at the age of 33. It should be noted that of these eight children, four died while very young and four came to America, married and raised large families. The following year, after the death of his wife Sarah, Joseph Gold married a widow on June 30, 1861. This woman was the widow of a Mr. Walker. Her maiden name had been Martha Rogers. At the time father's mother died, he was eight years old. Nine years later when he was seventeen, he came to Utah. The oldest one of these young people was only twelve when the mother died. This was Cyrus and some time during the following year he began to learn the shoe trade - that is to learn how to make shoes. By the time he was twenty-one he was adjudged a finished workman and given his indenture papers. When he was seventeen years old, he joined the L.D.S. Church on July 26, 1865.Joseph Hyrum was baptized February 11, 1869, which was shortly before the three brothers embarked for America. Of these four who came to America, all were teenagers at the time, except Cyrus who was twenty-one. No doubt all of the others received much help and good counsel from him. July 28, 1869, is the date the three brothers set sail for America on the good ship Colorado. While crossing the Atlantic, Cyrus became acquainted with a young woman by the name of Mary Willis. A little less than two years later he married her. A few years later he married another wife, Louise F. Newman, and all together he had twenty-one children. During this period of L.D.S. Church history, polygamy was being advocated by the church leaders.
Sarah Ann, their sister, had been sent over the year before with some missionaries who returning to Utah. She had been baptized before leaving England. In 1868, when Sarah Ann came over she was fourteen years of age. Frank was eleven when he came with his two brothers. One of their mother's sisters whose name before marriage had been Emily Thompson was married to George Bunn and was living in New York. On their way to Utah the three Gold brothers stopped for a short visit with their Aunt Emily and her husband. Later the Bunns came to Utah also, and one of their daughters, Priscilla, married John England. Most of the Englands lived in Tooele after arriving in Utah. The three Gold brothers arrived by train in Ogden, Utah, August 20, 1869. Soon thereafter they traveled to Salt Lake City. On their first night in Salt Lake, Cyrus went to a a dance where he met Brigham Young. As time passed he and Brigham became good friends and after the church president's death in 1877 and a rumor became prevalent that some strange characters planned to steal his body from the grave, some of the faithful church members arranged to guard the grave day and night. Cyrus Gold was one of them. Aunt Sarah Ann married Charles Denny on December 2, 1872. She was eighteen years of age at the time. They raised a fine family. Among their grandchildren are the Berretts of Union. Three brothers of this family, Herbert, Golden and Lyman, all became bishops in the L.D.S Church.
I spent several years as an insurance agent in Salt Lake City. During this time I heard many good reports of Uncle Cyrus and his descendants, and also beginning with Uncle Cyrus they were prominent in church affairs, and many of them still are. In the fall of 1920 I decided to go (for as long as my money lasted) to the BYU at Provo, Utah, to see if I could weld together a few of the missing links in my education. On November 8, 1920, I got on a train at Lethbridge, Alberta. While on the way to Provo, I stopped off at three different places to visit some relatives. My first stop was at Rexburg, Idaho where Uncle Frank lived at the time. He was in the business of supplying coal and kindling wood to his fellow townsmen. He had a very good looking family and one of his daughter, Irene, had been elected queen of some kind of a celebration which was put on during the summer of that year in Rexburg. During the first few years after his arrival in Utah, father worked in mines. He must have disliked this kind of work very much for I remember him advising me that I should never work in a mine, and for that reason I never did. It seems likely that his interest had turned to farming previous to 1875 for in that year he was living in Cache Valley and at the age of twenty-three he married his first wife, Sara Elizabeth Merrils, on May 10, 1875. When the time came for her first child to be born she and the baby both died. Four years later, while still in Cache Valley, he married his second wife, Minnie Euphenia Bain, on December 4, 1879. Some time thereafter she died while undergoing an operation. I do not have the date of death of either of these two. This information should be obtainable at Logan. Father's third wife was my mother. He had only one wife at a time. Mother's maiden name was Eliza Adelaide Hinck. She was called Adelaide by her family and friends. She was born December 31, 1862, in Tooele, Utah, where she lived until her marriage to father on August 11, 1883. Shortly after they were married, they moved to a farm which father had obtained near Burley, Idaho, at a place called Marrion. While I was visiting Bert and Minnie in July 1968, I told Bert that since he was the only one still living who was old enough at the time the family lived in Idaho to remember anything about their life there he should tell me all he could about it. At first it seemed that I was not going to get much information. Finally the idea came to me to approach the problem in a different way. Instead of asking him to tell me all he could about everything, I began to pinpoint each question on one thing at a time, such as the land - irrigation - the house - the barn - the livestock - the neighbors - and did the family have any pets? As I asked each question his face seemed to light up, and the things he was able to remember were of interest to me, so I have recorded them in the hope that readers of this tiny history will enjoy them also. The land was 160 acres. Almost all of it was level enough to so that it was irrigated. The house was built of logs and at first it only had two rooms. The front of the house faced west. The roof sloped east and west with a gable at both the north and south ends of the building. Later father built a lean-to on the east side of the house adding two more rooms. On the south end of this lean-to he added another small lean-to for a shop to keep tools in and to have a place where he could repair things when the weather would not permit outside work. The workshop had a dirt floor, but the four rooms which were living quarters all had lumber floors with some rugs placed here and there which mother had woven by hand. They had plain white curtains on the windows. They had a stable and a chicken coop and near the house a nice large garden where they grew many good things to eat. One of the most interesting things Bert was able to remember was about a large Newfoundland dog by that name of Watch. He was the kind of a dog that seems to become a member of the family and he was always left at the house to take care of them when father was out working in the field or had to leave the farm for any reason. One useful thing he was trained by father to do was to bring in wood from the wood pile, one piece at a time, and stack them in the wood box near the kitchen stove. Just across the road from in front of the house ran a canal with high grass and some willows along its banks. While Bert was yet very small he was exploring the banks of this canal one day when he found a wild duck's nest with some eggs in it. While trying to reach the eggs he slid into the water head first. Watch, who was nearby, must have been watching for he grabbed Bert by the seat of his pants and hauled him out of the water; then at a kind of a lope, he carried Bert across the road to the house and Bert would bump the road a little with each jump. When they reached the house and Watch found the door closed, he scratched on it with a front foot, and as mother opened the door he laid Bert down on the threshold and then just stood there looking at her. Later someone laid a plank across the canal to be used a foot bridge. One day Bert headed for that plank, but Watch beat him to it, and planting himself across the end of the plank and standing on the bank close to the water in such a way that Bert could not get on the plank, he refused to move although for some time Bert was pounding him on the head as hard as he could with a little fist. The dog was allowed in the house during cold weather or in the shop, and he did have a nice handwoven rug to lie on. A few months before the folks started on the trip to Canada, Watch died. Father wrapped the dog in his own rug and buried him in a real grave. A sad occasion for all the family. Father secured a young dog which was one of Watch's pups and called him Tip. Tip's mother was not a Newfoundland. Bert does not what kind of dog she was. The family took Tip to Canada with them, but he did not compare with his father Watch. After the dog saved Bert from the canal twice within a few days, Father decided to take Bert with him when he went out into the field to do anything. One day when they were walking along the edge of the farm, father found a headgate which had been turned the wrong way so that during the time while it should have been irrigating father's land it was running through the fence on the neighbor's land. When father saw that he said, "That son-of-a bitch is stealing my water." The neighbor who was near enough to hear climbed through the fence and hit father in the face with a fist. Then for a while there was a furious fight going on and Bert said he was jumping up and down and howling at the top of his voice because he was afraid his daddy was being hurt when suddenly the man ran to the fence and went through it so hurriedly that part of his shirt was torn off and left hanging on the barbed wire. Then father changed the headgate to the way it should be and thereafter never found one of them set the wrong way again. A few years later when Bert was about seven years old, the company which furnished irrigation water to the farmers in the Burley area announced a substantial raise in the rates. The farmers did not think they could pay it without turning over all of the profits to the water company, and for that reason determined to appeal to a court of law in the hope of obtaining a fair adjustment. However, the water company won the case and quite a large number of farmers decided to move to some other place. Among those who made the decision to move, three families chose as their new location a place west of Cardston, Canada. These three families were those of Joseph Hyrum Gold Sr., a family by the name of Moir and one by the name of Driggs. The Moir family had some grown boys who saddled up their horses and rounded up all the livestock, both horses and cattle belonging to the three families, except the teams which would be hitched to the wagons, as they would ride herd on and be driving all of the loose stock as they traveled northward. Father loaded up two covered wagons, one of which was hitched on behind the other. The rear wagon on an outfit of this kind is called a trail wagon. By this method two wagons require only one driver. They are drawn by six horses. The lead team were medium sized named Prince and Button. The middle team was a pair of big sorrel horses called Pat and Mike. The wheel team - that is the two with the wagon tongue between them - were a large team of mares named Siss and Bess. Each team has two lines so when a man is driving three teams strung out he has six lines in his hands. It is possible that some of those who read this may not know what a line is like. It is made of leather and is about one inch wide and 1/8 of an inch thick. Of the six horses used to pull the family and their possessions to Canada, the one called Prince lived to a very old age and he is the only one that I remember. He would run away just for the fun of it. A prank he continued to enjoy almost to the day of his death. Of course, the Moir and Driggs families had wagons and teams of their own. Father's front wagon contained the things they would need while traveling and the rear one was loaded with the things they would require after arriving at their new home. On a boxed-in platform at the back end of the rear wagon was placed a water barrel with a tap so the water could be drawn from it easily. How thrilled they must have been on the morning of that third day of May 1892 when they set out on a migration hundreds of miles long and during which they would have to cross the Continental Divide. There must have been many adventures along the way. I cannot think the time seemed long to them, although three months intervened between the day of their departure and the sight of their new homeland. Some of the route they traveled had no roads or bridges. In 1892 nearly all wagon trails ran east and west. The kind of wagons used during this period to haul things had no springs of any kind except some leaf springs between the bottom of the driver's seat and the top of the wagon box. The driver's seat was wide enough for two adults, so, of course, mother would be sitting here beside father whenever the children did not require her attention. On the fourth day of August, 1892, they arrived at their destination about seventeen miles west of Cardston. At that time the area had been given the name of Fish Creek. The name being changed later to Mountain View. Each family planned to select a one-quarter section of land to homestead. At that time there was a large number of such places to choose from. Over the next few years the Gold family was destined to move three times before making the final permanent choice, which I think was the best places in the country for many miles around. Chiefly through the efforts of a son-in-law of Brigham Young whose name was Charles Ora Card, the settlement of Cardston had been started five years earlier before the Golds arrived in Canada. The elevation at Cardston is 3775 feet above sea level. When the three families reached Fish Creek they separated so each of them could do some scouting around to find the place they liked best. However, it was so late in the year that a very short time could be allotted to exploring. They knew that the winters were severe and that they must locate near good water and plenty of water and wild hay. Father soon selected a place close to Fish Creek and near a lake that used to be called Driggs Lake because a man by the name of Amasa Driggs lived there at one time. After building a log cabin and putting up a stack of hay and building a pole fence around it, father cut up what he thought would be enough firewood to last the family until he returned from Lethbridge where he took a team and wagon to get supplies for the winter. At that time the roads did not cut through hills to make a straight road as they do now. The wagon trails which wound their way around the hills were not really roads at all, and because they were so crooked the distance between any two points was much longer than it is now. Now one now living knows the date father began is journey to Lethbridge for supplies. All we know is that he purchased the supplies in the fall of 1892 and was ready to start on the trip home one morning when he was advised not to try to go anywhere for a few days. Winter had arrived a bit early in the form of a howling blizzard. So far as the records go, no winter before 1892-3 or since has matched it either in the fury of its blizzards of the lowness of its temperature. Having spent the first twenty years of my life in Alberta I remember what a blizzard looks like. I am not sure I can describe one, but because a few people may read this who have never seen one, a try might be in order. In the southwestern part of Alberta the blizzards come out of the northeast. Some of the snowfall in this area is of the ordinary kind; quite large flakes falling gently. A blizzard is something else. In this kind of a storm the word "flakes" does not describe the snow. I think tiny pellets of ice would be more accurate. People who have never seen a blizzard think of snow as coming down. The snow in a blizzard is, of course, coming down but it does not appear to be. It appears to be going past on a course that is almost level. The reason for this is the wind, the speed of which is very fast. People wishing to travel over a course familiar to them are no better off than a stranger in a strange land as father was, because all land marks are obliterated. Sometimes visibility is about the length of a man's arm. Hilltops are swept clean by the wind, but on the leeward side of hills, mountains, trees, buildings, etc., the scene becomes a swirling mass of white which appears to hang like a shroud. On the windward side of the object the snow is being borne on the wings of a wind traveling in a straight line but as it passes over to the leeward side everything changes. High speed bodies of snow filled air seem to collide head on with each other which has the effect of slowing them and instead of continuing on their course they hang there rolling and tumbling and settling into a drift. Some of the worst of Alberta's blizzards last about three days and three nights. It is not hard to imagine that traveling soon after this kind of a storm had subsided would be difficult in the days when equipment was not invented to clear away the drifts. This is the predicament father found himself in when the storm came to an end. He had been delayed several days beyond the time he had expected to return to his family and when he arrived home, it was just in time. Mother had used up all the firewood and burned some of the furniture to keep the children from freezing. A few nights before father returned the face of an Indian had appeared at the cabin window, but all he did was look in. He did not try to come in. During their first winter in Canada the snow became deeper than usual. A Mr. Cockeron had some cattle near the place where father had his cabin and hay stack. These cattle were on the open range and it was lawful to have them where they were at the time. Before 1892, it appears to have been considered possible to raise cattle in the foothills of southwestern Alberta without putting up enough hay to feed all of them all winter. The few men who were operating ranches in that section of the country depended on the blizzard winds to sweep nearly all of the snow from the hilltops and the warm Chinook winds from the southwest, which soon followed the storms, to melt what remained on high ground. However, neither Mr. Cockeron or anyone else anticipated anything like the winter of 1892-3. A lot of snow fell without enough wind to clear the hilltops. For many weeks they had no Chinook wind. Just snow piling on snow and cold frozen to cold.The only hay stack within miles of father's little home was his own which was, it should be remembered, surrounded by a pole fence. Even if father had been able to guard his hay stack day and night without sleep, while he was one side, they would have rushed in on the other, so, of course, his hay was soon devoured by Mr. Cockeron's cattle. As the winter which to all the newcomers seemed to last forever was passing their cattle were dying. The only thing they had to cheer them up was the Northern Lights. Some folks claim that the more terrible the winter the more beautiful this show becomes, as if nature had to compensate for its bad behavior.
Father had arrived in Canada with thirty-six head of cattle and eleven horses. In the spring of 1893 he had three head of cattle and ten horses left. Horses are smarter than cattle. They clear the snow off the grass with one of their front feet.When at last the earth reached a point in its circle about the sun so the rays of light became direct enough to force winter away and melt the deep snow, some of the most weird sights man has ever beheld were revealed. Although nearly all of the cattle were lying on their sides, some were in a sitting position because their last attempt to raise their hind quarters up to the top of a high drift had failed and their bodies had frozen solid in that position.A few had lunged from a trail into the deep snow and although they were in a standing position, they did not have the strength to extricate themselves, so now dead cattle were standing up where they had been frozen solid for many weeks. Had father and the other stockmen who migrated to anywhere within the area of the of the extreme weather of that winter been able to see around the corner of time and what was to befall them, it is likely they would have moved east, west or south, but not north.
While in Helena, Montana a few years ago I was making a little tour through the state capitol building. One large painting depicted a very poor old cow standing with her tail end toward the storm. Across the bottom of the picture appeared the following words: "THE LAST OF THE HERD 1892." In the spring of 1893 father discovered that the land upon which he had built his cabin had been reserved for school land. He was not very disappointed, however, because he felt sure that given enough time he could find a better place. The next place he chose was a short distance northwest of Mountain View. A few years later this place became known as Caldwell, but at this time it was a part of the Mountain View area. While the family was living at this place, mother gave birth to a baby daughter and they called her Sarah Ann. She was born Jun 17, 1893 and she was the first baby born in the Mountain View district.
When the first L.D.S. Ward was organized in 1893, father became one of the counselors in the bishopric. Although other factors may have influenced his decision to move to the Sam Earl place which was close to the church, the avoidance of a lot of travel which his church activities would require was one of them. While the family was living on the Sam Earl place another daughter was born December 11, 1894. They called her Emerett.
During 1896 they moved onto the permanent homestead at Mountain View. Fish Creek meandered through the ¼ section which father selected, coming in a little east of the center of the south side and going out near the northeast corner. Of course, this gave the livestock first-class drinking water close to them no matter where they were feeding. Apart from that it was a natural fence separating the hay land from the pasture land. The village of Mountain View was downstream from this ¼ section and nearby. About 200 yards upstream from where the creek leaves the ranch there is a few acres of almost level land which is a sort of a bench rising some twenty-five feet above the level of Fish Creek. On this bench father decided to build his home. I think it is the very best place on the ranch or in Mountain View to build a home. It should be remembered that in this locality during that period they had no water piped into their houses. It had to be carried from the creek. During 1896 father built quite a large one-room log house on the southwest corner of this bench, and close to the stream. The roof of the house had rough lumber on it which was covered with tar paper first and then sod on the tar paper. Later this building became known as the granary. Either in the fall of 1896 or the spring of 1897 another log house was begun in which was to become the family home. It consisted of five rooms. A living room, kitchen, pantry and two bedrooms. This was the only house father ever built where he used a broad axe and flattened the logs on two sides before putting them in the building. All the partitions in the building had to be put up at the same time as the outside walls because they were mortised right through the walls they joined. Also, the four outside corners of the building were mortised. This procedure makes a very strong building. I suppose cement was hard to get in this part of the country at that time, because it was not being used. With a good foundation that went down below the frost line this would have been a good ranch house for about a hundred years. It had a gable roof with a lean-to roof joined to the west side of it. The pitch of the gable was steeper than that of the lean-to. The house had a lumber floor throughout. The roof was made by nailing rough lumber to rafters upon which first tar paper and then sod was placed. After a few years the roof began to leak. The sod was then removed and new tar paper and wood shingles put on but not before enough sauce pans were placed here and there on the floor to catch the water for me to remember them. The doors and windows were mill made. The windows had four panes of glass each.
While the family was living in the log cabin which later became the granary and the walls of their new home were part way up, and at a time when they must have enjoyed more happiness and hope than had been their lot since their journey from Idaho, a tragedy occurred. It was the eleventh day of May 1897. Little Emerett was playing out in the yard, enough distance from the building to be out of danger from any thing which might fall from the top of the building. Father had injured one of his fingers and gone into the house to get mother to wrap it up. When he came out a few minutes later little Emerett was missing. He called to her - no answer - he ran down to the creek. The water was still high but not so high as it had been, for the high water mark would have already been made before May 11th. The sloping ground leading from the water's edge was still muddy, and there he found the tracks of little footprints leading right into the water. I remember the water in Fish Creek used to become very clear and transparent some time in June, but on May 11th it would be carrying too much soil to see anything below the surface. Of course, father knew the current would carry the child downstream so he waded in that direction for about sixty or seventy yards where he found his little girl. Her dress had caught on a low branch of a tree which hung over the stream, and now that the water was higher than normal the branch was partly below the surface. Father carried the little child out of the water and tried to revive her. It was too late. Dear little Emerett, only two years and five months old, was dead. Did she chase a butterfly down to the stream and did it land on a small branch floating on the surface? What caused her to go into the water? No one knows. High on a hill where no flood waters could ever disturb her little grave, father selected a spot for her final resting place, and while some kindly neighbors dug the grave, father built a casket from lumber, and according to a diary kept by Mrs. John Olaf Davidson, mother sat up all night making some burial clothes for her little girl. All the families in the countryside attended the funeral. Shortly after the burial father built a picket fence around the grave to keep the stock from tramping over it. The first marker to show where Emerett's grave was was made of wood, which father reconstructed when necessary so long as he lived. After his death the fence and marker decayed and disappeared. In 1960 my brother, Bert, and I put one headstone in place with father's and mother's names on it and another one for Emerett. These will, of course, be permanent but we could not be sure of locating them properly. The death of Emerett was the first one in Mountain View. Shortly thereafter father donated five acres which included her grave to the community as a cemetery. It should be noted that father and mother never lost a child through illness, although their first few years at Mountain View no medical service was available. During the latter part of the year 1897, the five-room log home received the final touches. With the completion of the house the family moved into it and father then had more time to devote to the development of the ranch and stock. The soil was a rich black loam and very fertile. Father had a job carrying the mail from Cardston to Mountain View and the other small communities within Alberta and west of Cardston. He was the first man to have this job which he stayed with for nine years. It required one day from each week. It must have been a long day when the snow was deep. In those early days, Mountain View had plenty of rain in summer and this combined with the rich soil made the grass grow very high. One morning when father wanted the team he would take on the mail trip, no horses could be found until one of them got up. They had all been lying on their sides in the tall grass sleeping. The fact that a horse sleeps only about eight hours each week prevented them from being lost more often.
On June 20, 1898, mother had another baby girl. They called her Lillie May. A boy was born August 17, 1900. They called him Charles David. The last of the family was a girl, born October 6, 1902. They called her Velate. Lillie, myself and Velate were all born in the five-room log house. Sarah Ann and Emerett were born at Mountain View before it was built. For several years after the completion of the home the general welfare of the family continued to improve. Some of the happiest memories of my life are enclosed in the time when I was a boy on the ranch at Mountain View. During the early part of each winter we had perfect ice on the lakes for skating. In that country the kids learn to walk and skate at about the same time. Hills are all around to sleigh ride down. A mountain stream ran by the house alive with mountain trout. The stream afforded a fine place in the summer. The lakes had plenty of ducks and sometimes geese, and about the time they took off south and the snow began to fall, the prairie chickens for miles around would converge on Fish Creek to eat the berries which remained on bushes along its banks. The lakes had muskrats to be trapped during the fall and winter months and the cold weather made their fur look like mink. If David in the Bible had a cup that was running over, I had a big bucket that was doing the same thing. Of course, there were a few draw backs also, like some cows to be milked, stock to be fed, stables to be cleaned, etc. no matter if the mercury had all snuggled down to that little ball at the bottom of the thermometer as if it were trying to escape its container and slither into the ground to hibernate for the winter. The growing season was so short you had to drill in what little grain you hoped to raise as soon as the frost was out of the ground in the spring. Sometimes it would take so long to come up on account of the low soil temperature that you would begin to wonder if you could have planted it upside down. The boys had an ideal place to grow up in. However, in those early days when the profits in ranching were only a fraction of what they are now it is no wonder that most of the teenage fellows, including myself, imagined there must be an easier way to make money elsewhere. Near the end of one of my last years at Mountain View I remember thinking - well this year we didn't hardly lose any money at all. Now that I am nearly seventy years old, it is, of course, clear to me that money is not the only yardstick with which to measure the welfare of a farm family. They have many priceless possessions which could not be entered in an account book. In addition to the usual advantages the far north country seems to have a few extras like the concern people have for the welfare of others in their community. Some people arrived in Mountain View near the end of the Nineteenth Century, too late in the year to build a shelter. In such cases the settlers who already had homes established provided them with a place to live the first winter. From my brother, Hyrum, I learned that during one winter father and mother had a Terry family living in the two west rooms of their house and another family by the name of Watson living in the granary. Even now in Canada the farther north you go and the more sparsely the country is populated, the more concerned the people seem to be for the welfare of each other. This is the effect the great open spaces have on normal people. Of course, the nature of a scoundrel is not molded much by his location. During the early days of Mountain View the people created their own entertainment through games, shows and dances. The 24th of July was always a red letter day. I well remember one year when for Jay Jordan and myself it was a bit redder than usual. Earnest Parrish was bishop of the Mountain View ward at the time and he was good at the job. He believed that the younger generation should take a real active part in things. The people from several small communities would meet at one place so they could have a much bigger and better pow-wow than could be enjoyed by one alone. In the year when Jay and I were about twelve years old, the place agreed on for the big celebration was Leavitt which is about midway between Mountain View and Cardston. One of the plans devised by the bishop was that I should take the part of an 1847 pioneer who had crossed the plains in a covered wagon. Coming down the hill into the Salt Lake Valley was the part to be shown. The good bishop wanted things to look real authentic. I was dressed in patched overalls, a faded shirt and an old straw hat. Jay who was to take the part of my wife was dressed in a gingham dress and a sun bonnet. I think the way we were dressed was okay, but in his endeavor to make the covered wagon look like a real home steading outfit the bishop got carried away. An ancient wagon which looked as if it had not been used for years was salvaged from one of his fields where it had stood out in the weather. Bows were fastened to the sides of its box and a piece of old canvas hung over the bows and tied to the box along each side. The tongue was removed and a pair of shafts made from two quaking aspen poles put on, as it was to be pulled by one horse. The brake lever was another pole of the same kind which stuck up from a point just in front of the right wheel. To the top of this pole was tied a little old rope which was long enough so that the other end of it was tied to a stake attached to the wagon box near the right side of the driver's seat where it would be easy for me to get hold of whenever I wanted to put on the brake. As we were in a line of wagons which were to go down a hill this brake was important. The harness had no britchen so the horse could not hold back the wagon so the brake was doubly important. The lines to guide the horse and the brake rope were all of the same material - some old rope about inch in diameter. The horse was a sorrel. He belonged to the bishop as well as the wagon. I did not know what the horse's name was. I called him Sorrelly. The fact that the shafts were too long and stuck out in front of the horse's chest turned out to be a very good thing. As we came to the steep part of the hill the single tree kept bunting into the horse. I knew that most horses would take off at full speed when such an outrage was committed upon them. Our outfit was up close to the wagon ahead of us. With all my strength I pulled on the brake rope. It broke! The wagon went forward quickly. The long shafts which stuck out ahead of Sorrely came into contact with the endgate of the wagon ahead of ours where they remained during all of the downhill part of the trip. As we reached level ground I felt relieved and for the first time thought everything would be okay. We were going along a lane. The wagons ahead of us were turning left through a gate and forming a circle on level ground. The plan was that about the time the drivers had all pulled into the circle and unhitched the horses and tied them to the wheels on the inside of the circle some wild Indians would come riding at high speed over another hill on bare backed horses and yelling as loud as they could. They would circle the wagons exchanging rifle fire with the pioneers who would be underneath their wagons. Of course, all shells would be blanks and the "indians" were young whites fixed up to look the part. To get back to Jay and I . Soon after we reached a point where we thought we had it made something happened which changed our minds. Just before we reached the gate where we were to turn in, the band which was just through the fence started to play. Now old Sorrely had already put up with more than any self-respecting horse should be called upon to bear and it may be that he had never heard a band close by before. I had no chance to turn him into the gate. As he leaped into a gallop I pulled on the lines. The left one broke. His head was jerked to the right - to the opposite side of the lane from which the gate was. Of course, one line is worse than none, so I let the remaining good one hang loose. Sorrely ran down that lane until he could run no more. I got off the wagon and led him back to the other "settlers". By the time we got there the Indian fight was already over. I suppose the reason that no one on a horse chased us and stopped the run away was that the only horses and riders fit to do such a thing were the "Indians" who were out of sight when the run away began. Anyway, it is doubtful if anyone in Leavitt that day had more adventure than Jay Jordon and myself. If this little story which I have made an attempt to relate should be preserved and some of father's and mother's descendants should be reading it many years from now they might like to know something about the kind of equipment which was being used on the land and what conveniences the women had to keep their houses. During the early part of the Twentieth Century both steam and internal combustion engines were developed to a point where they were a wonderful boom to grain farming. - mostly wheat - on great tracts of ground that was level or nearly so. Canada has ¾ of the wheat land of the North American continent. From a point roughly speaking about 20 miles east of the Rocky Mountains on the west to about the eastern side of Manitoba lies a vast stretch of land where large machines can be used to advantage. Also, the growing season is longer here because the elevation is lower than the hills close to the mountains. Although most of these agricultural machines were developed in the United States, Canada was quick to put them into use. One of the most valuable of these machines was a tractor plow which consists of many plows side by side, and as they are pulled across the field by a powerful engine the plows are turning over a wide strip of ground. However, this kind of machinery was not designed to work in a hilly country like Mountain View. At the present time, 1969, small gasoline tractors which can be used almost anywhere are on the market. I left Mountain View when I was 16 years of age in the spring of 1917. Up until that time the only power used on the ranches in that part of the country was horse power. I remember we had two kinds of plows both of which were of the single type. One was a hand plow and the other had three wheels and a seat for the driver to ride on. By the use of one lever the depth of the furrow could be regulated and another would insert the plow into the ground or lift it up out of the ground. Father had all the other usual machines such as hay mower, rake, disk, harrow and a drill to put in the grain. The hay mower had a knife which had to be kept sharp by grinding on a large grind stone which was run by a foot pedal. The binder would cut the grain and bind it into bundles which it would kick out as each one was tied by the machine. Machines such as a threshing machine, hay baler and grain chopper were run by two or more teams of horses depending on the amount of power needed. Each team walked in a circle following the one ahead of them. By the use of a long steel rod with a few universal joints and some cog wheels properly arranged, horses walking in a circle and pulling one of the strong timbers which extended outward horizontally from a central platform could force this rod to revolve and, of course, the revolving rod would drive whatever machine it was attached to. The horses were guided to walk in the exact circle required of them by a light-weight guide stick which extended from the central platform to the bit of the inside horse of each team. A man or boy on the central platform with a whip could keep the horses from slowing down too much or stopping. In addition to the usual machines father had one that was designed to shear sheep - one to grind grain - mostly barley for hogs, and one to make woven wire fences. In the early days he constructed an outfit in the granary to make cheese. If I remember correctly, Minnie was the cheese maker. It was planned to make only enough for the family. Mother had a foot powered sewing machine with which she made things like dresses, shirts, pillow slips and even underwear sometimes. Some of the girls operated another machine which would knit sox for the men of the family and stockings for the girls. The women folks made homemade soap from lye and grease. In the living room was a large box type heating stove. Sometimes it would be red hot. In the kitchen was a very good range. It had a warming oven about two feet above the cooking surface. The baking oven was in the usual place. The fire box was at one end of the range and a water tank made of copper at the other. As the heat circulated down around the baking oven it would heat the water in this tank. The fuel was mostly wood. The first washing machine the folks had was run by pushing a lever forward and pulling it backward. The next one they used had a wheel about two feet in diameter with a handle on it. Turning the wheel ran this one. They had a copper boiler which covered the whole fire box on the range. Each week between the first and second suds they boiled all the clothes except woolen things. Any germs which might have been around had a rough time. They made heavy wool quilts which were used instead of blankets. One side of them had a plain cover and the other side was made by sewing many different colored pieces of cloth which had been previously cut into geometric designs. A thick layer of wool was embedded between these two covers and the finished quilt was, of course, placed on the bed with the pretty side up. The wool was conditioned by washing and carding before being used for this or any other purpose. The folks had some chickens and a few domesticated ducks and geese. Once in a while one of them would get the axe and be cooked for dinner. Feathers from the ducks and geese were used to make pillows and the top tick on feather beds. The bottom tick being filled with straw. I do not think that Bert and Hyrum and I had any feathers except in our pillows. Sometimes they used the feathers from wild ducks and geese also. At the turn of the century coal oil lamps were still being used. Around 1907 father replaced these with gas lights, which were hung from the ceiling. From a tank in the pantry a hollow wire conveyed the gas to these lights. The tank was kept under pressure with an air pump. Each light had a sort of finger-like cone upon which wood alcohol was first burned to prime it, then a small valve was turned which let the gas come to the light. While burning this kind of light made a slight hissing sound. About this time the phonograph appeared also. Ours had a horn and the records were cone shaped. One was called, "Let the Lower Lights Be Burning" by Sir Harry Lauder. In Idaho father must have been active in church work for he was ward clerk at the time he left there. I do not know whether he helped to build any church buildings in Idaho. In Canada he helped to build four church buildings. These included the first two church houses at Mountain View, the Tabernacle at Cardston, and the temple at Cardston. The first ward meeting house at Mountain View was made of lumber and completed in 1894. After being used a few years, it burned down. The second one had walls constructed of stones of various shapes and colors and held in place with cement mortar. The north end of the building had a second story for extra classrooms. I well remember one room in this second story that was a library where I spent many hours during the winter evenings. At the top of this room there was something about the shape of the roof that caused the wind to make a mournful sound as it passed by. This building was used for about 50 years. Around the end of the 19th Century and the early part of the 20th, the Mormon people at Cardston and surrounding localities were building a tabernacle at Cardston. For a long time father worked at a rock quarry somewhere in that part of the country getting out the stone for the tabernacle. For some time Bert helped father in this work. At the beginning of each week they would load into their wagon enough feed for the team and food for themselves to last a full week. When returning home at the end of the week, they sometimes brought a load of coal with them. The building of the temple at Cardston was begun July 27, 1913, and completed in the summer of 1921. It was dedicated August 26, 1923, by President Heber J. Grant. Of the eight years required to build this temple, the first two were devoted to the construction of a very strong foundation, which is thirty-two feet deep and twelve feet wide at the base. All being of reinforced concrete. The temple above the foundation and also the retaining wall is built of a light gray granite from the quarries of Nelson British Columbia. Those who would like to have a detailed description of this wonderful building can secure it by the purchase of a copy of the Improvement Era dated September 1923. The publishers of the Era have these for sale at 50¢ per copy plus postage. I cannot find out how long father worked on this temple as a stone cutter. It was a long time. He got so much stone dust in his lungs that it killed him. It seems that the lungs have no way of getting rid of stone dust. The men doing this kind of work now always wear a respirator which filters out the dust. About the beginning of 1915 the Canadian government was calling for volunteers for World War I. Four men from Mountain View volunteered. They were: Will Sibley, Dick Dervinash, Joe Cosley and Bert Gold. Will Sibley was killed in France. Joe Cosley and Bert Gold both returned to Canada. I have not been able to find out what happened to Dick Dervinash. [History of Mountain View - Roots and Branches, 1982, states that "Dick Devenish, born January 22, 1881, came from England and lived with his sister Crystal for quite a while. Then he went to World War One where he was killed. He died March 30, 1918."] In 1943 the body of Joe Cosley was found in a lonely cabin in northern Alberta where he had died alone. As of this writing, 1969, Bert Gold is still alive. It should be noted that these four men joined the outfit of Major Hugh B. Brown. The only joining date I have is that Bert Gold, which was February 7, 1915. Unlike World War II soldiers, those in World War I had no furloughs. The only time they were taken out of the lines was while recovering from their wounds. After a few months' training the Canadians were in the trenches in France. For them the war was a steady thing from beginning to end. However, after Canada's early volunteers got about two years' experience under their belts, they pulled off something that all of Canada has been proud of ever since. In the north of France quite close to the border of Belgium lies a long hill surrounded by a vast area of land that is practically level. It is called Vimy Ridge and from its crest the land both near and far lies open to view. The Germans had occupied this choice position for a long time, as well as quite a lot of ground to the east of it. They had many machine guns on the hill protected by concrete. The idea of losing it was to them unthinkable. Will Sibley and Bert Gold were among the Canadians who took Vimy Ridge. Bert Gold was one of the many hundreds who were wounded during this battle, and many others were killed. The attack was launched at 5:30 A. M. on April 9, 1917. The Germans were amazed at the speed with which the Canadian infantry stormed up the hillside and overwhelmed their concrete defenses, and took the whole of their front line system in forty minutes. By noon the Canadians had completed the capture of the Ridge from Commandant's House to Hill 145, and early in the afternoon the final objective had been gained. The loss of Vimy Ridge was the saddest thing that happened to the Germans during 1917, and they never got it back again until World War II. After this battle the wounded were taken to a hospital in England where Bert remained for eleven months, after which he was in the trenches in France near the border of Belgium until one week before the war ended when he was wounded again by a piece of shrapnel. After recovering from this last wound and the war was over, he along with many others were stationed in France for several months. The reason for this was that the allies thought the Germans might need watching for a while. It was about this time that Bert married an English girl by the name of Olive Cottingham. When I was about five or six years old my brother, Bert, and I had an adventure on our way home with a load of timber. We were going down a steep road that was a dugway which had been constructed down the side of a hill. Everything was covered with snow. On our right side the ground rose steeply up from the road to an elevation almost as high as the top of the load. On our left was the steep downhill side. The pitch of the road was too steep for a team to hold the load back without what is called a 'roughlock chain' being put on one of the rear runners of the sleigh. Bert had put this on before we started down the hill. Just before we reached a point where the road made a sharp turn to the right, the roughlock broke. Bert grabbed me and threw me off the load on the uphill side and then he jumped off. I remember being very mad at first because I did not understand why he had thrown me off the load. I soon found out. If we had remained on the load a few seconds longer both of us could have been killed or seriously injured. As soon as the roughlock broke the load forced the team forward into a gallop. The only thing that saved the horses was the turn in the road a short distance ahead. As they turned the corner to the right the sleigh slid sideways to the left. As soon as the left runners went over the edge of the bank, the sleigh tipped over. This caused the tongue to twist with the sleigh which pulled out the steel bolt attaching the doubletrees to the tongue. This set the team free from the load just at the second when the impending danger of them being killed was the greatest. Getting the sleigh and timber back up on the road took quite a long time. Along the western border of Alberta and parts of British Columbia is to be found some of the most wonderful scenery on this planet. Banff and Jasper Parks are very special. From the Eisenhower Junction in Banff Park, a trip can be taken to the south end of the park. Some of the very best scenery will be found here and more wild animals than I have ever seen anywhere. The road is just plain super. When you get down to the south end of the park you will come to the end of the good road. At this point I recommend turning around and going back the way you came. At least avoid going south into Idaho. I came up through Idaho on the route in 1963. At that time it was a horse and buggy road for many miles in the northern part of Idaho. If they have made a new road there since 1963, of course, it may be okay to go that way. Jasper and Banff Parks join each other. One of the good ways to make this trip would be to drive to Edmonton by way of Calgary where you should look around a bit. At Edmonton which is the capital of the Province, printed information can be obtained free of charge describing the beauties of Alberta. Many things are worth seeing at Edmonton. From there drive west to Jasper, and while there be sure to take a good look at Maligne Lake before heading south toward Banff. While in these two parks fill your gas tank every chance you get to make sure you will not run out. The town of Banff is a good place to stop a few days while you look at some of the most magnificent sights on this earth. For a place to stay at Banff, I recommend Swiss Village Lodge. I shall not attempt to name all the worthwhile things to see. Only a few of the most attractive: 1st - The trip to the south end of the park; 2nd - The Banff Springs Hotel. Ask how to find it. Although nearby it cannot be seen while in town. Be sure to go through it and out to the back of it. From this place you will see a river running down through a valley. Something in your mind will click and you will retain a clear picture of what you behold as long as you live. This is a promise; 3rd - Lake Louise; 4th - Moraine Lake. Another interesting place to visit in southern Alberta is Waterton Lakes Park. While here a boat ride can be taken through the mountains into Montana at a very reasonable fare. Be very sure to get on the largest boat they have there. I have taken this trip on two different boats. The large one was fine but on the smaller one fumes from the motor bothered the passengers. Just a few miles up a canyon road will be found Cameron Lake, a very beautiful thing to see. However, this is recommended for good drivers only. A steep and winding road leads up to this lake. If you want to look at the stars where they appear to be close enough to rope one of them, Alberta is the place and the clean air makes it easy to pick out the one you want. During the winter of 1917 I got on a cattle train at Calgary and took a trip to Vancouver, British Columbia. On the way there I saw something that I have never seen before nor since. One of the train crewmen said it happens only on occasions that are quite far apart. We were in the mountains - the color of which in that location are a kind of purple. It was night and the moon was full. The surface of the snow appeared to be covered with extra large blue-white diamonds. The men who were running the train were talking about it and one of them explained how it came to be that way. He said that first you must have a warm Chinook wind after a snow fall. This warm wind must blow for a short time before sundown partly melting a thin top layer of snow. At or shortly after sundown the wind stops. The sky is clear. The temperature drops quickly to a point below freezing and the sudden expansion of this top layer of damp snow freezing causes it to break up into crystals. The profound sight this produces in the presence of a full moon and purple mountains is one I can never forget. The ordinary sparkle on ordinary snow in cold weather is not the same thing. No report on southwestern Alberta could be complete without saying that it comes close to being the wild flower garden of the world, and in addition to all the other extras this is a place where the song birds sing as if they mean it. Springtime is ushered in by the meadowlarks who sound as if they are just positive that they have found the best place in all the world.
Sarah Elizabeth Merrill 1 was born on 22 Oct 1852 in Mill Creek, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She died on 18 Feb 1876 in Cache, Utah, United States. She married 2 Joseph Hyrum Gold (Sr.) on 10 May 1875 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
They had the following children:
M i (Son) Gold was born about 1876 in Utah, United States. He died Died as a child.
Joseph Hyrum Gold (Sr.) [Parents] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 was born on 17 Feb 1852 in Birmingham, Warwickshire, England. He died on 16 Jun 1919 in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. He was buried about 1919 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. He married Minnie Euphenia Bain on 4 Dec 1879 in Utah, United States.
Other marriages:Merrill, Sarah Elizabeth
Hinck, Elizabeth Adelaide (Adams) (Hink)
BRANCHES OF THE TREE by -Charles David Gold - 1969
(History of Eliza Adelaide Hinck (who married Joseph Gold Sr) and Her People (Her Father Andrew and mother Tuttle) - see "notes" for Eliza Hinck
Acknowledgments
For the account of our people in England and the immigration of those who came to America, I am grateful to Deseret Johnson of Bountiful, Utah. She is a granddaughter of father's brother, Cyrus Henry Gold. Information about the years the family lived in Idaho was furnished by my brother, Robert Henry Gold. Of the earliest days in Mountain View my brothers, Bert and Hyrum, both contributed, and much valuable information was taken from the very splendid writings of Mrs. Julia M. Nelson in her book called: MOUNTAIN VIEW REMEMBERS. In the interest of clarity it should be noted that father and mother named one of their sons Joseph Hyrum, hence the need for Sr. after father's name. At home Robert Henry was called Bert and Joseph Hyrum Jr. was called Hyrum. Although the central figure of this report is my father, it would be impossible, of course, to relate much about him without the inclusion of many things regarding others who were important to him. Father was one of many early pioneers who merit the love and gratitude of those of use for whom they made life easier. The story of his people and their life in England could have been much more complete than it is had any of us who were his children taken enough interest in such things to ask questions while he was still alive. No attempt has been made to record events in chronological order except that which is contained in the first few pages. The account of mother's people will be found in the latter part of this record. Our People in England
The first of father's ancestors of whom I have an account lived near the center of England in the City of Coventry and its vicinity. Mrs. Deseret Johnson of Bountiful, Utah informs me that the researcher she has doing the work for us in England is positive beyond any question that the people whose record follows are certainly the ancestors of Cyrus Henry Gold, his two brothers, Joseph Hyrum and Frank, and his sister, Sarah Ann. These are the four who came to America. Altho there is no question about who the people were and where they lived some changes were made in the spelling of the name. No doubt some of these occurred by mistakes made when copies were written of past records. I am told that such mistakes were quite common in past centuries. However, some of the changes may have been made by choice. If you are now braced for a few surprises let us go back to the beginnings of the recorded doings of our progenitors and see what happened when and where. A Mr. Joseph Goode was born about 1740 in Coventry. After he became old enough he married a girl whose first name was Ann. They had a son christened Samuel Goode, April 5, 1762, in Holy Trinity Church in Coventry. When Samuel grew up he became a weaver, and on December 3, 1787 he married Mary Swinnington in St. Micheal's Church in Coventry. Mary Swinnington was born about 1766. When these two were married the write of their marriage certificate wrote Samuel Gold on it instead of Samuel Goode, and beginning with the date of his marriage he used the name Gold. Of course they would want the name they were using to be the same as that on their marriage certificate. However, some of the children of Samuel Gold spelled the name Gould when they became adults. The children born to this marriage were: Francis - a boy, *Thomas, Harriet, James, Joshua, Isaac, Sophia. Throughout this account this * sign will denote the one who is our ancestor. Thomas Gold married a girl whose first name was Sarah. No record of last name. Date of marriage not known. They had the following eight children: Thomas, Henry - died as a child, John, Amey - died as a child, Sarah - died as a child, *Joseph. Joseph was christened Joseph Gould, but used the name Gold, and was the father of Cyrus Henry, Joseph Hyrum, Sarah Ann and Frank. These were the four who came to Utah. Two others were born into this family. They were: Amy and William. On January 27, 1845, Joseph Gold married Sarah Thompson. She is the first one of our female ancestors of whose people we have some history. The following information is regarding her people:Hoare - Francis Hoare was born about 1762 in Manchester, England. He married Mary Lewis who was born about 1766 in Manchester. They had the following six children: Thomas - chr. 4-14-1788 at Manchester; Elizabeth - chr. 4-21-1790 at Nuneaton; Sarah Lewis - chr. 5-6-1792 at Nuneaton, died at age 2 yrs; *Sarah - born at Leamington 11-13-1793, chr. 12-2-1794 at Nuneaton. Died 2-16-1882 at Fillongley at age 89; Mary - born about 1796; William - born 7-8-1798.The father of these children was buried June 10, 1800 in Nuneaton, England. THOMPSON - George Thompson was born October 1, 1792 in Birmingham and he died September 10, 1859, in Fillongley at age 68. On September 15, 1817, he married Sarah Hoare listed in the preceding family. They had the following ten children:Joseph bir 8-3-1818, Fillongley, dea 11-1906 age 88; William, bir 6-23-1820, Fillongley, dea 8-4-1850; Hannah, bir about 1821, Mastock; Mary bir 9-24-1822, Fillongley, dea 1-12-1885; Sarah Elizabeth, bir 8-7-1824, Birmingham, dea 11-2-1825; *Sarah, bir 2-24-1827, Nuneaton, dea 9-25-1860,; Susanna, bir 5-31-1829, Birmingham, dea 12-14-1918 age 89; George, bir 5-8-1832, Fillongley; Emiley, bir 10-11-1834, Fillongley, dea 12-13-1900; Elizabeth, bir about 1836, Birmingham;
Joseph Gold, son of Thomas Gold, married the Sarah Thompson listed in the preceding family on January 27, 1845, in the town of Aston, Warwickshire County, England. The occupation of Joseph was a bricklayer.
Joseph and Sarah had the following eight children:
Henry, Died as a child; Cyrus Henry, bir 5-1-1848, Birmingham, dea 3-27-1930, Utah; Elizabeth Sarah, bir Birmingham, Died as a child; *Joseph Hyrum, bir 2-17-1852, Birmingham, dea 6-16-1919, Alberta; Sarah Ann, bir 4-11-1854, Edgbaston, dea 5-18-1925, Utah; Francis (Frank), bir 1-28-1858, Fillongley, dea 12-27-1931, Nevada; A son, bir and dea 1859 Birmingham; A son, bir and dea 1860, Birmingham.Father - Joseph Hyrum Gold, Sr. Born February 17, 1852 in Birmingham, England. Married mother in Utah in 1883. Died in Alberta, June 16, 1919 at the age of 67. Grave at Mountain View. Mother- Eliza Adelaide Hinck born December 31, 1862 at Tooele, Utah. Died February 19, 1919, at Cardston, Alberta at age 57. Grave at Mountain View.
Their family: -Robert Henry - Born June 22, 1884, in Idaho. Living at Cardston, Alberta; -Edna Adelaide Gold Mercer - Born June 7, 1888, in Idaho. Died April 1953 at age 67. Grave at Mountain View; -Minnie Angeline Gold Nelson - Born June 7, 1888, in Idaho. Died January 17, 1970 at Cardston, Alberta.. Grave at Cardston; -Joseph Hyrum Gold, Jr. - Born March 11, 1891, in Idaho. Died February 24, 1970. Payson, Utah is place of burial; -Sarah Ann Gold Forester - Born June 17, 1893, at Mountain View, Canada. Died April, 1964, at the age of 71. Grave at Innisfail, Alberta; -Emerett - Born December 11, 1894, at Mountain View. Was drowned May 11, 1897, at age 2 ½. Grave at Mountain View; -Lille May Gold Stewart- Born June 20, 1898, at Mountain View. Died May 23, 1954, at the age of 56. Grave at Lethbridge, Alberta; -Charles David - Born August 17, 1900, at Mountain View. Living at 527 West Capitol Street, Salt Lake City, Utah; -Velate Gold Gillie - Born October 6, 1902, at Mountain View. Died August 28, 1948, at age 46. Grave at Lethbridge, Alberta.
*Joseph Hyrum was born February 17, 1852 at 9-Court Floodgate Street, Birmingham, England. After giving birth to the eight children listed above, the mother died on September 25, 1860, at the age of 33. It should be noted that of these eight children, four died while very young and four came to America, married and raised large families. The following year, after the death of his wife Sarah, Joseph Gold married a widow on June 30, 1861. This woman was the widow of a Mr. Walker. Her maiden name had been Martha Rogers. At the time father's mother died, he was eight years old. Nine years later when he was seventeen, he came to Utah. The oldest one of these young people was only twelve when the mother died. This was Cyrus and some time during the following year he began to learn the shoe trade - that is to learn how to make shoes. By the time he was twenty-one he was adjudged a finished workman and given his indenture papers. When he was seventeen years old, he joined the L.D.S. Church on July 26, 1865.Joseph Hyrum was baptized February 11, 1869, which was shortly before the three brothers embarked for America. Of these four who came to America, all were teenagers at the time, except Cyrus who was twenty-one. No doubt all of the others received much help and good counsel from him. July 28, 1869, is the date the three brothers set sail for America on the good ship Colorado. While crossing the Atlantic, Cyrus became acquainted with a young woman by the name of Mary Willis. A little less than two years later he married her. A few years later he married another wife, Louise F. Newman, and all together he had twenty-one children. During this period of L.D.S. Church history, polygamy was being advocated by the church leaders.
Sarah Ann, their sister, had been sent over the year before with some missionaries who returning to Utah. She had been baptized before leaving England. In 1868, when Sarah Ann came over she was fourteen years of age. Frank was eleven when he came with his two brothers. One of their mother's sisters whose name before marriage had been Emily Thompson was married to George Bunn and was living in New York. On their way to Utah the three Gold brothers stopped for a short visit with their Aunt Emily and her husband. Later the Bunns came to Utah also, and one of their daughters, Priscilla, married John England. Most of the Englands lived in Tooele after arriving in Utah. The three Gold brothers arrived by train in Ogden, Utah, August 20, 1869. Soon thereafter they traveled to Salt Lake City. On their first night in Salt Lake, Cyrus went to a a dance where he met Brigham Young. As time passed he and Brigham became good friends and after the church president's death in 1877 and a rumor became prevalent that some strange characters planned to steal his body from the grave, some of the faithful church members arranged to guard the grave day and night. Cyrus Gold was one of them. Aunt Sarah Ann married Charles Denny on December 2, 1872. She was eighteen years of age at the time. They raised a fine family. Among their grandchildren are the Berretts of Union. Three brothers of this family, Herbert, Golden and Lyman, all became bishops in the L.D.S Church.
I spent several years as an insurance agent in Salt Lake City. During this time I heard many good reports of Uncle Cyrus and his descendants, and also beginning with Uncle Cyrus they were prominent in church affairs, and many of them still are. In the fall of 1920 I decided to go (for as long as my money lasted) to the BYU at Provo, Utah, to see if I could weld together a few of the missing links in my education. On November 8, 1920, I got on a train at Lethbridge, Alberta. While on the way to Provo, I stopped off at three different places to visit some relatives. My first stop was at Rexburg, Idaho where Uncle Frank lived at the time. He was in the business of supplying coal and kindling wood to his fellow townsmen. He had a very good looking family and one of his daughter, Irene, had been elected queen of some kind of a celebration which was put on during the summer of that year in Rexburg. During the first few years after his arrival in Utah, father worked in mines. He must have disliked this kind of work very much for I remember him advising me that I should never work in a mine, and for that reason I never did. It seems likely that his interest had turned to farming previous to 1875 for in that year he was living in Cache Valley and at the age of twenty-three he married his first wife, Sara Elizabeth Merrils, on May 10, 1875. When the time came for her first child to be born she and the baby both died. Four years later, while still in Cache Valley, he married his second wife, Minnie Euphenia Bain, on December 4, 1879. Some time thereafter she died while undergoing an operation. I do not have the date of death of either of these two. This information should be obtainable at Logan. Father's third wife was my mother. He had only one wife at a time. Mother's maiden name was Eliza Adelaide Hinck. She was called Adelaide by her family and friends. She was born December 31, 1862, in Tooele, Utah, where she lived until her marriage to father on August 11, 1883. Shortly after they were married, they moved to a farm which father had obtained near Burley, Idaho, at a place called Marrion. While I was visiting Bert and Minnie in July 1968, I told Bert that since he was the only one still living who was old enough at the time the family lived in Idaho to remember anything about their life there he should tell me all he could about it. At first it seemed that I was not going to get much information. Finally the idea came to me to approach the problem in a different way. Instead of asking him to tell me all he could about everything, I began to pinpoint each question on one thing at a time, such as the land - irrigation - the house - the barn - the livestock - the neighbors - and did the family have any pets? As I asked each question his face seemed to light up, and the things he was able to remember were of interest to me, so I have recorded them in the hope that readers of this tiny history will enjoy them also. The land was 160 acres. Almost all of it was level enough to so that it was irrigated. The house was built of logs and at first it only had two rooms. The front of the house faced west. The roof sloped east and west with a gable at both the north and south ends of the building. Later father built a lean-to on the east side of the house adding two more rooms. On the south end of this lean-to he added another small lean-to for a shop to keep tools in and to have a place where he could repair things when the weather would not permit outside work. The workshop had a dirt floor, but the four rooms which were living quarters all had lumber floors with some rugs placed here and there which mother had woven by hand. They had plain white curtains on the windows. They had a stable and a chicken coop and near the house a nice large garden where they grew many good things to eat. One of the most interesting things Bert was able to remember was about a large Newfoundland dog by that name of Watch. He was the kind of a dog that seems to become a member of the family and he was always left at the house to take care of them when father was out working in the field or had to leave the farm for any reason. One useful thing he was trained by father to do was to bring in wood from the wood pile, one piece at a time, and stack them in the wood box near the kitchen stove. Just across the road from in front of the house ran a canal with high grass and some willows along its banks. While Bert was yet very small he was exploring the banks of this canal one day when he found a wild duck's nest with some eggs in it. While trying to reach the eggs he slid into the water head first. Watch, who was nearby, must have been watching for he grabbed Bert by the seat of his pants and hauled him out of the water; then at a kind of a lope, he carried Bert across the road to the house and Bert would bump the road a little with each jump. When they reached the house and Watch found the door closed, he scratched on it with a front foot, and as mother opened the door he laid Bert down on the threshold and then just stood there looking at her. Later someone laid a plank across the canal to be used a foot bridge. One day Bert headed for that plank, but Watch beat him to it, and planting himself across the end of the plank and standing on the bank close to the water in such a way that Bert could not get on the plank, he refused to move although for some time Bert was pounding him on the head as hard as he could with a little fist. The dog was allowed in the house during cold weather or in the shop, and he did have a nice handwoven rug to lie on. A few months before the folks started on the trip to Canada, Watch died. Father wrapped the dog in his own rug and buried him in a real grave. A sad occasion for all the family. Father secured a young dog which was one of Watch's pups and called him Tip. Tip's mother was not a Newfoundland. Bert does not what kind of dog she was. The family took Tip to Canada with them, but he did not compare with his father Watch. After the dog saved Bert from the canal twice within a few days, Father decided to take Bert with him when he went out into the field to do anything. One day when they were walking along the edge of the farm, father found a headgate which had been turned the wrong way so that during the time while it should have been irrigating father's land it was running through the fence on the neighbor's land. When father saw that he said, "That son-of-a bitch is stealing my water." The neighbor who was near enough to hear climbed through the fence and hit father in the face with a fist. Then for a while there was a furious fight going on and Bert said he was jumping up and down and howling at the top of his voice because he was afraid his daddy was being hurt when suddenly the man ran to the fence and went through it so hurriedly that part of his shirt was torn off and left hanging on the barbed wire. Then father changed the headgate to the way it should be and thereafter never found one of them set the wrong way again. A few years later when Bert was about seven years old, the company which furnished irrigation water to the farmers in the Burley area announced a substantial raise in the rates. The farmers did not think they could pay it without turning over all of the profits to the water company, and for that reason determined to appeal to a court of law in the hope of obtaining a fair adjustment. However, the water company won the case and quite a large number of farmers decided to move to some other place. Among those who made the decision to move, three families chose as their new location a place west of Cardston, Canada. These three families were those of Joseph Hyrum Gold Sr., a family by the name of Moir and one by the name of Driggs. The Moir family had some grown boys who saddled up their horses and rounded up all the livestock, both horses and cattle belonging to the three families, except the teams which would be hitched to the wagons, as they would ride herd on and be driving all of the loose stock as they traveled northward. Father loaded up two covered wagons, one of which was hitched on behind the other. The rear wagon on an outfit of this kind is called a trail wagon. By this method two wagons require only one driver. They are drawn by six horses. The lead team were medium sized named Prince and Button. The middle team was a pair of big sorrel horses called Pat and Mike. The wheel team - that is the two with the wagon tongue between them - were a large team of mares named Siss and Bess. Each team has two lines so when a man is driving three teams strung out he has six lines in his hands. It is possible that some of those who read this may not know what a line is like. It is made of leather and is about one inch wide and 1/8 of an inch thick. Of the six horses used to pull the family and their possessions to Canada, the one called Prince lived to a very old age and he is the only one that I remember. He would run away just for the fun of it. A prank he continued to enjoy almost to the day of his death. Of course, the Moir and Driggs families had wagons and teams of their own. Father's front wagon contained the things they would need while traveling and the rear one was loaded with the things they would require after arriving at their new home. On a boxed-in platform at the back end of the rear wagon was placed a water barrel with a tap so the water could be drawn from it easily. How thrilled they must have been on the morning of that third day of May 1892 when they set out on a migration hundreds of miles long and during which they would have to cross the Continental Divide. There must have been many adventures along the way. I cannot think the time seemed long to them, although three months intervened between the day of their departure and the sight of their new homeland. Some of the route they traveled had no roads or bridges. In 1892 nearly all wagon trails ran east and west. The kind of wagons used during this period to haul things had no springs of any kind except some leaf springs between the bottom of the driver's seat and the top of the wagon box. The driver's seat was wide enough for two adults, so, of course, mother would be sitting here beside father whenever the children did not require her attention. On the fourth day of August, 1892, they arrived at their destination about seventeen miles west of Cardston. At that time the area had been given the name of Fish Creek. The name being changed later to Mountain View. Each family planned to select a one-quarter section of land to homestead. At that time there was a large number of such places to choose from. Over the next few years the Gold family was destined to move three times before making the final permanent choice, which I think was the best places in the country for many miles around. Chiefly through the efforts of a son-in-law of Brigham Young whose name was Charles Ora Card, the settlement of Cardston had been started five years earlier before the Golds arrived in Canada. The elevation at Cardston is 3775 feet above sea level. When the three families reached Fish Creek they separated so each of them could do some scouting around to find the place they liked best. However, it was so late in the year that a very short time could be allotted to exploring. They knew that the winters were severe and that they must locate near good water and plenty of water and wild hay. Father soon selected a place close to Fish Creek and near a lake that used to be called Driggs Lake because a man by the name of Amasa Driggs lived there at one time. After building a log cabin and putting up a stack of hay and building a pole fence around it, father cut up what he thought would be enough firewood to last the family until he returned from Lethbridge where he took a team and wagon to get supplies for the winter. At that time the roads did not cut through hills to make a straight road as they do now. The wagon trails which wound their way around the hills were not really roads at all, and because they were so crooked the distance between any two points was much longer than it is now. Now one now living knows the date father began is journey to Lethbridge for supplies. All we know is that he purchased the supplies in the fall of 1892 and was ready to start on the trip home one morning when he was advised not to try to go anywhere for a few days. Winter had arrived a bit early in the form of a howling blizzard. So far as the records go, no winter before 1892-3 or since has matched it either in the fury of its blizzards of the lowness of its temperature. Having spent the first twenty years of my life in Alberta I remember what a blizzard looks like. I am not sure I can describe one, but because a few people may read this who have never seen one, a try might be in order. In the southwestern part of Alberta the blizzards come out of the northeast. Some of the snowfall in this area is of the ordinary kind; quite large flakes falling gently. A blizzard is something else. In this kind of a storm the word "flakes" does not describe the snow. I think tiny pellets of ice would be more accurate. People who have never seen a blizzard think of snow as coming down. The snow in a blizzard is, of course, coming down but it does not appear to be. It appears to be going past on a course that is almost level. The reason for this is the wind, the speed of which is very fast. People wishing to travel over a course familiar to them are no better off than a stranger in a strange land as father was, because all land marks are obliterated. Sometimes visibility is about the length of a man's arm. Hilltops are swept clean by the wind, but on the leeward side of hills, mountains, trees, buildings, etc., the scene becomes a swirling mass of white which appears to hang like a shroud. On the windward side of the object the snow is being borne on the wings of a wind traveling in a straight line but as it passes over to the leeward side everything changes. High speed bodies of snow filled air seem to collide head on with each other which has the effect of slowing them and instead of continuing on their course they hang there rolling and tumbling and settling into a drift. Some of the worst of Alberta's blizzards last about three days and three nights. It is not hard to imagine that traveling soon after this kind of a storm had subsided would be difficult in the days when equipment was not invented to clear away the drifts. This is the predicament father found himself in when the storm came to an end. He had been delayed several days beyond the time he had expected to return to his family and when he arrived home, it was just in time. Mother had used up all the firewood and burned some of the furniture to keep the children from freezing. A few nights before father returned the face of an Indian had appeared at the cabin window, but all he did was look in. He did not try to come in. During their first winter in Canada the snow became deeper than usual. A Mr. Cockeron had some cattle near the place where father had his cabin and hay stack. These cattle were on the open range and it was lawful to have them where they were at the time. Before 1892, it appears to have been considered possible to raise cattle in the foothills of southwestern Alberta without putting up enough hay to feed all of them all winter. The few men who were operating ranches in that section of the country depended on the blizzard winds to sweep nearly all of the snow from the hilltops and the warm Chinook winds from the southwest, which soon followed the storms, to melt what remained on high ground. However, neither Mr. Cockeron or anyone else anticipated anything like the winter of 1892-3. A lot of snow fell without enough wind to clear the hilltops. For many weeks they had no Chinook wind. Just snow piling on snow and cold frozen to cold.The only hay stack within miles of father's little home was his own which was, it should be remembered, surrounded by a pole fence. Even if father had been able to guard his hay stack day and night without sleep, while he was one side, they would have rushed in on the other, so, of course, his hay was soon devoured by Mr. Cockeron's cattle. As the winter which to all the newcomers seemed to last forever was passing their cattle were dying. The only thing they had to cheer them up was the Northern Lights. Some folks claim that the more terrible the winter the more beautiful this show becomes, as if nature had to compensate for its bad behavior.
Father had arrived in Canada with thirty-six head of cattle and eleven horses. In the spring of 1893 he had three head of cattle and ten horses left. Horses are smarter than cattle. They clear the snow off the grass with one of their front feet.When at last the earth reached a point in its circle about the sun so the rays of light became direct enough to force winter away and melt the deep snow, some of the most weird sights man has ever beheld were revealed. Although nearly all of the cattle were lying on their sides, some were in a sitting position because their last attempt to raise their hind quarters up to the top of a high drift had failed and their bodies had frozen solid in that position.A few had lunged from a trail into the deep snow and although they were in a standing position, they did not have the strength to extricate themselves, so now dead cattle were standing up where they had been frozen solid for many weeks. Had father and the other stockmen who migrated to anywhere within the area of the of the extreme weather of that winter been able to see around the corner of time and what was to befall them, it is likely they would have moved east, west or south, but not north.
While in Helena, Montana a few years ago I was making a little tour through the state capitol building. One large painting depicted a very poor old cow standing with her tail end toward the storm. Across the bottom of the picture appeared the following words: "THE LAST OF THE HERD 1892." In the spring of 1893 father discovered that the land upon which he had built his cabin had been reserved for school land. He was not very disappointed, however, because he felt sure that given enough time he could find a better place. The next place he chose was a short distance northwest of Mountain View. A few years later this place became known as Caldwell, but at this time it was a part of the Mountain View area. While the family was living at this place, mother gave birth to a baby daughter and they called her Sarah Ann. She was born Jun 17, 1893 and she was the first baby born in the Mountain View district.
When the first L.D.S. Ward was organized in 1893, father became one of the counselors in the bishopric. Although other factors may have influenced his decision to move to the Sam Earl place which was close to the church, the avoidance of a lot of travel which his church activities would require was one of them. While the family was living on the Sam Earl place another daughter was born December 11, 1894. They called her Emerett.
During 1896 they moved onto the permanent homestead at Mountain View. Fish Creek meandered through the ¼ section which father selected, coming in a little east of the center of the south side and going out near the northeast corner. Of course, this gave the livestock first-class drinking water close to them no matter where they were feeding. Apart from that it was a natural fence separating the hay land from the pasture land. The village of Mountain View was downstream from this ¼ section and nearby. About 200 yards upstream from where the creek leaves the ranch there is a few acres of almost level land which is a sort of a bench rising some twenty-five feet above the level of Fish Creek. On this bench father decided to build his home. I think it is the very best place on the ranch or in Mountain View to build a home. It should be remembered that in this locality during that period they had no water piped into their houses. It had to be carried from the creek. During 1896 father built quite a large one-room log house on the southwest corner of this bench, and close to the stream. The roof of the house had rough lumber on it which was covered with tar paper first and then sod on the tar paper. Later this building became known as the granary. Either in the fall of 1896 or the spring of 1897 another log house was begun in which was to become the family home. It consisted of five rooms. A living room, kitchen, pantry and two bedrooms. This was the only house father ever built where he used a broad axe and flattened the logs on two sides before putting them in the building. All the partitions in the building had to be put up at the same time as the outside walls because they were mortised right through the walls they joined. Also, the four outside corners of the building were mortised. This procedure makes a very strong building. I suppose cement was hard to get in this part of the country at that time, because it was not being used. With a good foundation that went down below the frost line this would have been a good ranch house for about a hundred years. It had a gable roof with a lean-to roof joined to the west side of it. The pitch of the gable was steeper than that of the lean-to. The house had a lumber floor throughout. The roof was made by nailing rough lumber to rafters upon which first tar paper and then sod was placed. After a few years the roof began to leak. The sod was then removed and new tar paper and wood shingles put on but not before enough sauce pans were placed here and there on the floor to catch the water for me to remember them. The doors and windows were mill made. The windows had four panes of glass each.
While the family was living in the log cabin which later became the granary and the walls of their new home were part way up, and at a time when they must have enjoyed more happiness and hope than had been their lot since their journey from Idaho, a tragedy occurred. It was the eleventh day of May 1897. Little Emerett was playing out in the yard, enough distance from the building to be out of danger from any thing which might fall from the top of the building. Father had injured one of his fingers and gone into the house to get mother to wrap it up. When he came out a few minutes later little Emerett was missing. He called to her - no answer - he ran down to the creek. The water was still high but not so high as it had been, for the high water mark would have already been made before May 11th. The sloping ground leading from the water's edge was still muddy, and there he found the tracks of little footprints leading right into the water. I remember the water in Fish Creek used to become very clear and transparent some time in June, but on May 11th it would be carrying too much soil to see anything below the surface. Of course, father knew the current would carry the child downstream so he waded in that direction for about sixty or seventy yards where he found his little girl. Her dress had caught on a low branch of a tree which hung over the stream, and now that the water was higher than normal the branch was partly below the surface. Father carried the little child out of the water and tried to revive her. It was too late. Dear little Emerett, only two years and five months old, was dead. Did she chase a butterfly down to the stream and did it land on a small branch floating on the surface? What caused her to go into the water? No one knows. High on a hill where no flood waters could ever disturb her little grave, father selected a spot for her final resting place, and while some kindly neighbors dug the grave, father built a casket from lumber, and according to a diary kept by Mrs. John Olaf Davidson, mother sat up all night making some burial clothes for her little girl. All the families in the countryside attended the funeral. Shortly after the burial father built a picket fence around the grave to keep the stock from tramping over it. The first marker to show where Emerett's grave was was made of wood, which father reconstructed when necessary so long as he lived. After his death the fence and marker decayed and disappeared. In 1960 my brother, Bert, and I put one headstone in place with father's and mother's names on it and another one for Emerett. These will, of course, be permanent but we could not be sure of locating them properly. The death of Emerett was the first one in Mountain View. Shortly thereafter father donated five acres which included her grave to the community as a cemetery. It should be noted that father and mother never lost a child through illness, although their first few years at Mountain View no medical service was available. During the latter part of the year 1897, the five-room log home received the final touches. With the completion of the house the family moved into it and father then had more time to devote to the development of the ranch and stock. The soil was a rich black loam and very fertile. Father had a job carrying the mail from Cardston to Mountain View and the other small communities within Alberta and west of Cardston. He was the first man to have this job which he stayed with for nine years. It required one day from each week. It must have been a long day when the snow was deep. In those early days, Mountain View had plenty of rain in summer and this combined with the rich soil made the grass grow very high. One morning when father wanted the team he would take on the mail trip, no horses could be found until one of them got up. They had all been lying on their sides in the tall grass sleeping. The fact that a horse sleeps only about eight hours each week prevented them from being lost more often.
On June 20, 1898, mother had another baby girl. They called her Lillie May. A boy was born August 17, 1900. They called him Charles David. The last of the family was a girl, born October 6, 1902. They called her Velate. Lillie, myself and Velate were all born in the five-room log house. Sarah Ann and Emerett were born at Mountain View before it was built. For several years after the completion of the home the general welfare of the family continued to improve. Some of the happiest memories of my life are enclosed in the time when I was a boy on the ranch at Mountain View. During the early part of each winter we had perfect ice on the lakes for skating. In that country the kids learn to walk and skate at about the same time. Hills are all around to sleigh ride down. A mountain stream ran by the house alive with mountain trout. The stream afforded a fine place in the summer. The lakes had plenty of ducks and sometimes geese, and about the time they took off south and the snow began to fall, the prairie chickens for miles around would converge on Fish Creek to eat the berries which remained on bushes along its banks. The lakes had muskrats to be trapped during the fall and winter months and the cold weather made their fur look like mink. If David in the Bible had a cup that was running over, I had a big bucket that was doing the same thing. Of course, there were a few draw backs also, like some cows to be milked, stock to be fed, stables to be cleaned, etc. no matter if the mercury had all snuggled down to that little ball at the bottom of the thermometer as if it were trying to escape its container and slither into the ground to hibernate for the winter. The growing season was so short you had to drill in what little grain you hoped to raise as soon as the frost was out of the ground in the spring. Sometimes it would take so long to come up on account of the low soil temperature that you would begin to wonder if you could have planted it upside down. The boys had an ideal place to grow up in. However, in those early days when the profits in ranching were only a fraction of what they are now it is no wonder that most of the teenage fellows, including myself, imagined there must be an easier way to make money elsewhere. Near the end of one of my last years at Mountain View I remember thinking - well this year we didn't hardly lose any money at all. Now that I am nearly seventy years old, it is, of course, clear to me that money is not the only yardstick with which to measure the welfare of a farm family. They have many priceless possessions which could not be entered in an account book. In addition to the usual advantages the far north country seems to have a few extras like the concern people have for the welfare of others in their community. Some people arrived in Mountain View near the end of the Nineteenth Century, too late in the year to build a shelter. In such cases the settlers who already had homes established provided them with a place to live the first winter. From my brother, Hyrum, I learned that during one winter father and mother had a Terry family living in the two west rooms of their house and another family by the name of Watson living in the granary. Even now in Canada the farther north you go and the more sparsely the country is populated, the more concerned the people seem to be for the welfare of each other. This is the effect the great open spaces have on normal people. Of course, the nature of a scoundrel is not molded much by his location. During the early days of Mountain View the people created their own entertainment through games, shows and dances. The 24th of July was always a red letter day. I well remember one year when for Jay Jordan and myself it was a bit redder than usual. Earnest Parrish was bishop of the Mountain View ward at the time and he was good at the job. He believed that the younger generation should take a real active part in things. The people from several small communities would meet at one place so they could have a much bigger and better pow-wow than could be enjoyed by one alone. In the year when Jay and I were about twelve years old, the place agreed on for the big celebration was Leavitt which is about midway between Mountain View and Cardston. One of the plans devised by the bishop was that I should take the part of an 1847 pioneer who had crossed the plains in a covered wagon. Coming down the hill into the Salt Lake Valley was the part to be shown. The good bishop wanted things to look real authentic. I was dressed in patched overalls, a faded shirt and an old straw hat. Jay who was to take the part of my wife was dressed in a gingham dress and a sun bonnet. I think the way we were dressed was okay, but in his endeavor to make the covered wagon look like a real home steading outfit the bishop got carried away. An ancient wagon which looked as if it had not been used for years was salvaged from one of his fields where it had stood out in the weather. Bows were fastened to the sides of its box and a piece of old canvas hung over the bows and tied to the box along each side. The tongue was removed and a pair of shafts made from two quaking aspen poles put on, as it was to be pulled by one horse. The brake lever was another pole of the same kind which stuck up from a point just in front of the right wheel. To the top of this pole was tied a little old rope which was long enough so that the other end of it was tied to a stake attached to the wagon box near the right side of the driver's seat where it would be easy for me to get hold of whenever I wanted to put on the brake. As we were in a line of wagons which were to go down a hill this brake was important. The harness had no britchen so the horse could not hold back the wagon so the brake was doubly important. The lines to guide the horse and the brake rope were all of the same material - some old rope about inch in diameter. The horse was a sorrel. He belonged to the bishop as well as the wagon. I did not know what the horse's name was. I called him Sorrelly. The fact that the shafts were too long and stuck out in front of the horse's chest turned out to be a very good thing. As we came to the steep part of the hill the single tree kept bunting into the horse. I knew that most horses would take off at full speed when such an outrage was committed upon them. Our outfit was up close to the wagon ahead of us. With all my strength I pulled on the brake rope. It broke! The wagon went forward quickly. The long shafts which stuck out ahead of Sorrely came into contact with the endgate of the wagon ahead of ours where they remained during all of the downhill part of the trip. As we reached level ground I felt relieved and for the first time thought everything would be okay. We were going along a lane. The wagons ahead of us were turning left through a gate and forming a circle on level ground. The plan was that about the time the drivers had all pulled into the circle and unhitched the horses and tied them to the wheels on the inside of the circle some wild Indians would come riding at high speed over another hill on bare backed horses and yelling as loud as they could. They would circle the wagons exchanging rifle fire with the pioneers who would be underneath their wagons. Of course, all shells would be blanks and the "indians" were young whites fixed up to look the part. To get back to Jay and I . Soon after we reached a point where we thought we had it made something happened which changed our minds. Just before we reached the gate where we were to turn in, the band which was just through the fence started to play. Now old Sorrely had already put up with more than any self-respecting horse should be called upon to bear and it may be that he had never heard a band close by before. I had no chance to turn him into the gate. As he leaped into a gallop I pulled on the lines. The left one broke. His head was jerked to the right - to the opposite side of the lane from which the gate was. Of course, one line is worse than none, so I let the remaining good one hang loose. Sorrely ran down that lane until he could run no more. I got off the wagon and led him back to the other "settlers". By the time we got there the Indian fight was already over. I suppose the reason that no one on a horse chased us and stopped the run away was that the only horses and riders fit to do such a thing were the "Indians" who were out of sight when the run away began. Anyway, it is doubtful if anyone in Leavitt that day had more adventure than Jay Jordon and myself. If this little story which I have made an attempt to relate should be preserved and some of father's and mother's descendants should be reading it many years from now they might like to know something about the kind of equipment which was being used on the land and what conveniences the women had to keep their houses. During the early part of the Twentieth Century both steam and internal combustion engines were developed to a point where they were a wonderful boom to grain farming. - mostly wheat - on great tracts of ground that was level or nearly so. Canada has ¾ of the wheat land of the North American continent. From a point roughly speaking about 20 miles east of the Rocky Mountains on the west to about the eastern side of Manitoba lies a vast stretch of land where large machines can be used to advantage. Also, the growing season is longer here because the elevation is lower than the hills close to the mountains. Although most of these agricultural machines were developed in the United States, Canada was quick to put them into use. One of the most valuable of these machines was a tractor plow which consists of many plows side by side, and as they are pulled across the field by a powerful engine the plows are turning over a wide strip of ground. However, this kind of machinery was not designed to work in a hilly country like Mountain View. At the present time, 1969, small gasoline tractors which can be used almost anywhere are on the market. I left Mountain View when I was 16 years of age in the spring of 1917. Up until that time the only power used on the ranches in that part of the country was horse power. I remember we had two kinds of plows both of which were of the single type. One was a hand plow and the other had three wheels and a seat for the driver to ride on. By the use of one lever the depth of the furrow could be regulated and another would insert the plow into the ground or lift it up out of the ground. Father had all the other usual machines such as hay mower, rake, disk, harrow and a drill to put in the grain. The hay mower had a knife which had to be kept sharp by grinding on a large grind stone which was run by a foot pedal. The binder would cut the grain and bind it into bundles which it would kick out as each one was tied by the machine. Machines such as a threshing machine, hay baler and grain chopper were run by two or more teams of horses depending on the amount of power needed. Each team walked in a circle following the one ahead of them. By the use of a long steel rod with a few universal joints and some cog wheels properly arranged, horses walking in a circle and pulling one of the strong timbers which extended outward horizontally from a central platform could force this rod to revolve and, of course, the revolving rod would drive whatever machine it was attached to. The horses were guided to walk in the exact circle required of them by a light-weight guide stick which extended from the central platform to the bit of the inside horse of each team. A man or boy on the central platform with a whip could keep the horses from slowing down too much or stopping. In addition to the usual machines father had one that was designed to shear sheep - one to grind grain - mostly barley for hogs, and one to make woven wire fences. In the early days he constructed an outfit in the granary to make cheese. If I remember correctly, Minnie was the cheese maker. It was planned to make only enough for the family. Mother had a foot powered sewing machine with which she made things like dresses, shirts, pillow slips and even underwear sometimes. Some of the girls operated another machine which would knit sox for the men of the family and stockings for the girls. The women folks made homemade soap from lye and grease. In the living room was a large box type heating stove. Sometimes it would be red hot. In the kitchen was a very good range. It had a warming oven about two feet above the cooking surface. The baking oven was in the usual place. The fire box was at one end of the range and a water tank made of copper at the other. As the heat circulated down around the baking oven it would heat the water in this tank. The fuel was mostly wood. The first washing machine the folks had was run by pushing a lever forward and pulling it backward. The next one they used had a wheel about two feet in diameter with a handle on it. Turning the wheel ran this one. They had a copper boiler which covered the whole fire box on the range. Each week between the first and second suds they boiled all the clothes except woolen things. Any germs which might have been around had a rough time. They made heavy wool quilts which were used instead of blankets. One side of them had a plain cover and the other side was made by sewing many different colored pieces of cloth which had been previously cut into geometric designs. A thick layer of wool was embedded between these two covers and the finished quilt was, of course, placed on the bed with the pretty side up. The wool was conditioned by washing and carding before being used for this or any other purpose. The folks had some chickens and a few domesticated ducks and geese. Once in a while one of them would get the axe and be cooked for dinner. Feathers from the ducks and geese were used to make pillows and the top tick on feather beds. The bottom tick being filled with straw. I do not think that Bert and Hyrum and I had any feathers except in our pillows. Sometimes they used the feathers from wild ducks and geese also. At the turn of the century coal oil lamps were still being used. Around 1907 father replaced these with gas lights, which were hung from the ceiling. From a tank in the pantry a hollow wire conveyed the gas to these lights. The tank was kept under pressure with an air pump. Each light had a sort of finger-like cone upon which wood alcohol was first burned to prime it, then a small valve was turned which let the gas come to the light. While burning this kind of light made a slight hissing sound. About this time the phonograph appeared also. Ours had a horn and the records were cone shaped. One was called, "Let the Lower Lights Be Burning" by Sir Harry Lauder. In Idaho father must have been active in church work for he was ward clerk at the time he left there. I do not know whether he helped to build any church buildings in Idaho. In Canada he helped to build four church buildings. These included the first two church houses at Mountain View, the Tabernacle at Cardston, and the temple at Cardston. The first ward meeting house at Mountain View was made of lumber and completed in 1894. After being used a few years, it burned down. The second one had walls constructed of stones of various shapes and colors and held in place with cement mortar. The north end of the building had a second story for extra classrooms. I well remember one room in this second story that was a library where I spent many hours during the winter evenings. At the top of this room there was something about the shape of the roof that caused the wind to make a mournful sound as it passed by. This building was used for about 50 years. Around the end of the 19th Century and the early part of the 20th, the Mormon people at Cardston and surrounding localities were building a tabernacle at Cardston. For a long time father worked at a rock quarry somewhere in that part of the country getting out the stone for the tabernacle. For some time Bert helped father in this work. At the beginning of each week they would load into their wagon enough feed for the team and food for themselves to last a full week. When returning home at the end of the week, they sometimes brought a load of coal with them. The building of the temple at Cardston was begun July 27, 1913, and completed in the summer of 1921. It was dedicated August 26, 1923, by President Heber J. Grant. Of the eight years required to build this temple, the first two were devoted to the construction of a very strong foundation, which is thirty-two feet deep and twelve feet wide at the base. All being of reinforced concrete. The temple above the foundation and also the retaining wall is built of a light gray granite from the quarries of Nelson British Columbia. Those who would like to have a detailed description of this wonderful building can secure it by the purchase of a copy of the Improvement Era dated September 1923. The publishers of the Era have these for sale at 50¢ per copy plus postage. I cannot find out how long father worked on this temple as a stone cutter. It was a long time. He got so much stone dust in his lungs that it killed him. It seems that the lungs have no way of getting rid of stone dust. The men doing this kind of work now always wear a respirator which filters out the dust. About the beginning of 1915 the Canadian government was calling for volunteers for World War I. Four men from Mountain View volunteered. They were: Will Sibley, Dick Dervinash, Joe Cosley and Bert Gold. Will Sibley was killed in France. Joe Cosley and Bert Gold both returned to Canada. I have not been able to find out what happened to Dick Dervinash. [History of Mountain View - Roots and Branches, 1982, states that "Dick Devenish, born January 22, 1881, came from England and lived with his sister Crystal for quite a while. Then he went to World War One where he was killed. He died March 30, 1918."] In 1943 the body of Joe Cosley was found in a lonely cabin in northern Alberta where he had died alone. As of this writing, 1969, Bert Gold is still alive. It should be noted that these four men joined the outfit of Major Hugh B. Brown. The only joining date I have is that Bert Gold, which was February 7, 1915. Unlike World War II soldiers, those in World War I had no furloughs. The only time they were taken out of the lines was while recovering from their wounds. After a few months' training the Canadians were in the trenches in France. For them the war was a steady thing from beginning to end. However, after Canada's early volunteers got about two years' experience under their belts, they pulled off something that all of Canada has been proud of ever since. In the north of France quite close to the border of Belgium lies a long hill surrounded by a vast area of land that is practically level. It is called Vimy Ridge and from its crest the land both near and far lies open to view. The Germans had occupied this choice position for a long time, as well as quite a lot of ground to the east of it. They had many machine guns on the hill protected by concrete. The idea of losing it was to them unthinkable. Will Sibley and Bert Gold were among the Canadians who took Vimy Ridge. Bert Gold was one of the many hundreds who were wounded during this battle, and many others were killed. The attack was launched at 5:30 A. M. on April 9, 1917. The Germans were amazed at the speed with which the Canadian infantry stormed up the hillside and overwhelmed their concrete defenses, and took the whole of their front line system in forty minutes. By noon the Canadians had completed the capture of the Ridge from Commandant's House to Hill 145, and early in the afternoon the final objective had been gained. The loss of Vimy Ridge was the saddest thing that happened to the Germans during 1917, and they never got it back again until World War II. After this battle the wounded were taken to a hospital in England where Bert remained for eleven months, after which he was in the trenches in France near the border of Belgium until one week before the war ended when he was wounded again by a piece of shrapnel. After recovering from this last wound and the war was over, he along with many others were stationed in France for several months. The reason for this was that the allies thought the Germans might need watching for a while. It was about this time that Bert married an English girl by the name of Olive Cottingham. When I was about five or six years old my brother, Bert, and I had an adventure on our way home with a load of timber. We were going down a steep road that was a dugway which had been constructed down the side of a hill. Everything was covered with snow. On our right side the ground rose steeply up from the road to an elevation almost as high as the top of the load. On our left was the steep downhill side. The pitch of the road was too steep for a team to hold the load back without what is called a 'roughlock chain' being put on one of the rear runners of the sleigh. Bert had put this on before we started down the hill. Just before we reached a point where the road made a sharp turn to the right, the roughlock broke. Bert grabbed me and threw me off the load on the uphill side and then he jumped off. I remember being very mad at first because I did not understand why he had thrown me off the load. I soon found out. If we had remained on the load a few seconds longer both of us could have been killed or seriously injured. As soon as the roughlock broke the load forced the team forward into a gallop. The only thing that saved the horses was the turn in the road a short distance ahead. As they turned the corner to the right the sleigh slid sideways to the left. As soon as the left runners went over the edge of the bank, the sleigh tipped over. This caused the tongue to twist with the sleigh which pulled out the steel bolt attaching the doubletrees to the tongue. This set the team free from the load just at the second when the impending danger of them being killed was the greatest. Getting the sleigh and timber back up on the road took quite a long time. Along the western border of Alberta and parts of British Columbia is to be found some of the most wonderful scenery on this planet. Banff and Jasper Parks are very special. From the Eisenhower Junction in Banff Park, a trip can be taken to the south end of the park. Some of the very best scenery will be found here and more wild animals than I have ever seen anywhere. The road is just plain super. When you get down to the south end of the park you will come to the end of the good road. At this point I recommend turning around and going back the way you came. At least avoid going south into Idaho. I came up through Idaho on the route in 1963. At that time it was a horse and buggy road for many miles in the northern part of Idaho. If they have made a new road there since 1963, of course, it may be okay to go that way. Jasper and Banff Parks join each other. One of the good ways to make this trip would be to drive to Edmonton by way of Calgary where you should look around a bit. At Edmonton which is the capital of the Province, printed information can be obtained free of charge describing the beauties of Alberta. Many things are worth seeing at Edmonton. From there drive west to Jasper, and while there be sure to take a good look at Maligne Lake before heading south toward Banff. While in these two parks fill your gas tank every chance you get to make sure you will not run out. The town of Banff is a good place to stop a few days while you look at some of the most magnificent sights on this earth. For a place to stay at Banff, I recommend Swiss Village Lodge. I shall not attempt to name all the worthwhile things to see. Only a few of the most attractive: 1st - The trip to the south end of the park; 2nd - The Banff Springs Hotel. Ask how to find it. Although nearby it cannot be seen while in town. Be sure to go through it and out to the back of it. From this place you will see a river running down through a valley. Something in your mind will click and you will retain a clear picture of what you behold as long as you live. This is a promise; 3rd - Lake Louise; 4th - Moraine Lake. Another interesting place to visit in southern Alberta is Waterton Lakes Park. While here a boat ride can be taken through the mountains into Montana at a very reasonable fare. Be very sure to get on the largest boat they have there. I have taken this trip on two different boats. The large one was fine but on the smaller one fumes from the motor bothered the passengers. Just a few miles up a canyon road will be found Cameron Lake, a very beautiful thing to see. However, this is recommended for good drivers only. A steep and winding road leads up to this lake. If you want to look at the stars where they appear to be close enough to rope one of them, Alberta is the place and the clean air makes it easy to pick out the one you want. During the winter of 1917 I got on a cattle train at Calgary and took a trip to Vancouver, British Columbia. On the way there I saw something that I have never seen before nor since. One of the train crewmen said it happens only on occasions that are quite far apart. We were in the mountains - the color of which in that location are a kind of purple. It was night and the moon was full. The surface of the snow appeared to be covered with extra large blue-white diamonds. The men who were running the train were talking about it and one of them explained how it came to be that way. He said that first you must have a warm Chinook wind after a snow fall. This warm wind must blow for a short time before sundown partly melting a thin top layer of snow. At or shortly after sundown the wind stops. The sky is clear. The temperature drops quickly to a point below freezing and the sudden expansion of this top layer of damp snow freezing causes it to break up into crystals. The profound sight this produces in the presence of a full moon and purple mountains is one I can never forget. The ordinary sparkle on ordinary snow in cold weather is not the same thing. No report on southwestern Alberta could be complete without saying that it comes close to being the wild flower garden of the world, and in addition to all the other extras this is a place where the song birds sing as if they mean it. Springtime is ushered in by the meadowlarks who sound as if they are just positive that they have found the best place in all the world.
Minnie Euphenia Bain 1, 2 was born 3 on 14 May 1859 in Lehi, Utah, Utah, United States. She died on 6 Feb 1883. She married Joseph Hyrum Gold (Sr.) on 4 Dec 1879 in Utah, United States.
They had the following children:
F i Mary Gold 1 was born in 1876 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She died .
Joseph Hyrum Gold (Sr.) [Parents] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 was born on 17 Feb 1852 in Birmingham, Warwickshire, England. He died on 16 Jun 1919 in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. He was buried about 1919 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. He married Elizabeth Adelaide (Adams) (Hink) Hinck on 11 Aug 1883 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
Other marriages:Merrill, Sarah Elizabeth
Bain, Minnie Euphenia
BRANCHES OF THE TREE by -Charles David Gold - 1969
(History of Eliza Adelaide Hinck (who married Joseph Gold Sr) and Her People (Her Father Andrew and mother Tuttle) - see "notes" for Eliza Hinck
Acknowledgments
For the account of our people in England and the immigration of those who came to America, I am grateful to Deseret Johnson of Bountiful, Utah. She is a granddaughter of father's brother, Cyrus Henry Gold. Information about the years the family lived in Idaho was furnished by my brother, Robert Henry Gold. Of the earliest days in Mountain View my brothers, Bert and Hyrum, both contributed, and much valuable information was taken from the very splendid writings of Mrs. Julia M. Nelson in her book called: MOUNTAIN VIEW REMEMBERS. In the interest of clarity it should be noted that father and mother named one of their sons Joseph Hyrum, hence the need for Sr. after father's name. At home Robert Henry was called Bert and Joseph Hyrum Jr. was called Hyrum. Although the central figure of this report is my father, it would be impossible, of course, to relate much about him without the inclusion of many things regarding others who were important to him. Father was one of many early pioneers who merit the love and gratitude of those of use for whom they made life easier. The story of his people and their life in England could have been much more complete than it is had any of us who were his children taken enough interest in such things to ask questions while he was still alive. No attempt has been made to record events in chronological order except that which is contained in the first few pages. The account of mother's people will be found in the latter part of this record. Our People in England
The first of father's ancestors of whom I have an account lived near the center of England in the City of Coventry and its vicinity. Mrs. Deseret Johnson of Bountiful, Utah informs me that the researcher she has doing the work for us in England is positive beyond any question that the people whose record follows are certainly the ancestors of Cyrus Henry Gold, his two brothers, Joseph Hyrum and Frank, and his sister, Sarah Ann. These are the four who came to America. Altho there is no question about who the people were and where they lived some changes were made in the spelling of the name. No doubt some of these occurred by mistakes made when copies were written of past records. I am told that such mistakes were quite common in past centuries. However, some of the changes may have been made by choice. If you are now braced for a few surprises let us go back to the beginnings of the recorded doings of our progenitors and see what happened when and where. A Mr. Joseph Goode was born about 1740 in Coventry. After he became old enough he married a girl whose first name was Ann. They had a son christened Samuel Goode, April 5, 1762, in Holy Trinity Church in Coventry. When Samuel grew up he became a weaver, and on December 3, 1787 he married Mary Swinnington in St. Micheal's Church in Coventry. Mary Swinnington was born about 1766. When these two were married the write of their marriage certificate wrote Samuel Gold on it instead of Samuel Goode, and beginning with the date of his marriage he used the name Gold. Of course they would want the name they were using to be the same as that on their marriage certificate. However, some of the children of Samuel Gold spelled the name Gould when they became adults. The children born to this marriage were: Francis - a boy, *Thomas, Harriet, James, Joshua, Isaac, Sophia. Throughout this account this * sign will denote the one who is our ancestor. Thomas Gold married a girl whose first name was Sarah. No record of last name. Date of marriage not known. They had the following eight children: Thomas, Henry - died as a child, John, Amey - died as a child, Sarah - died as a child, *Joseph. Joseph was christened Joseph Gould, but used the name Gold, and was the father of Cyrus Henry, Joseph Hyrum, Sarah Ann and Frank. These were the four who came to Utah. Two others were born into this family. They were: Amy and William. On January 27, 1845, Joseph Gold married Sarah Thompson. She is the first one of our female ancestors of whose people we have some history. The following information is regarding her people:Hoare - Francis Hoare was born about 1762 in Manchester, England. He married Mary Lewis who was born about 1766 in Manchester. They had the following six children: Thomas - chr. 4-14-1788 at Manchester; Elizabeth - chr. 4-21-1790 at Nuneaton; Sarah Lewis - chr. 5-6-1792 at Nuneaton, died at age 2 yrs; *Sarah - born at Leamington 11-13-1793, chr. 12-2-1794 at Nuneaton. Died 2-16-1882 at Fillongley at age 89; Mary - born about 1796; William - born 7-8-1798.The father of these children was buried June 10, 1800 in Nuneaton, England. THOMPSON - George Thompson was born October 1, 1792 in Birmingham and he died September 10, 1859, in Fillongley at age 68. On September 15, 1817, he married Sarah Hoare listed in the preceding family. They had the following ten children:Joseph bir 8-3-1818, Fillongley, dea 11-1906 age 88; William, bir 6-23-1820, Fillongley, dea 8-4-1850; Hannah, bir about 1821, Mastock; Mary bir 9-24-1822, Fillongley, dea 1-12-1885; Sarah Elizabeth, bir 8-7-1824, Birmingham, dea 11-2-1825; *Sarah, bir 2-24-1827, Nuneaton, dea 9-25-1860,; Susanna, bir 5-31-1829, Birmingham, dea 12-14-1918 age 89; George, bir 5-8-1832, Fillongley; Emiley, bir 10-11-1834, Fillongley, dea 12-13-1900; Elizabeth, bir about 1836, Birmingham;
Joseph Gold, son of Thomas Gold, married the Sarah Thompson listed in the preceding family on January 27, 1845, in the town of Aston, Warwickshire County, England. The occupation of Joseph was a bricklayer.
Joseph and Sarah had the following eight children:
Henry, Died as a child; Cyrus Henry, bir 5-1-1848, Birmingham, dea 3-27-1930, Utah; Elizabeth Sarah, bir Birmingham, Died as a child; *Joseph Hyrum, bir 2-17-1852, Birmingham, dea 6-16-1919, Alberta; Sarah Ann, bir 4-11-1854, Edgbaston, dea 5-18-1925, Utah; Francis (Frank), bir 1-28-1858, Fillongley, dea 12-27-1931, Nevada; A son, bir and dea 1859 Birmingham; A son, bir and dea 1860, Birmingham.Father - Joseph Hyrum Gold, Sr. Born February 17, 1852 in Birmingham, England. Married mother in Utah in 1883. Died in Alberta, June 16, 1919 at the age of 67. Grave at Mountain View. Mother- Eliza Adelaide Hinck born December 31, 1862 at Tooele, Utah. Died February 19, 1919, at Cardston, Alberta at age 57. Grave at Mountain View.
Their family: -Robert Henry - Born June 22, 1884, in Idaho. Living at Cardston, Alberta; -Edna Adelaide Gold Mercer - Born June 7, 1888, in Idaho. Died April 1953 at age 67. Grave at Mountain View; -Minnie Angeline Gold Nelson - Born June 7, 1888, in Idaho. Died January 17, 1970 at Cardston, Alberta.. Grave at Cardston; -Joseph Hyrum Gold, Jr. - Born March 11, 1891, in Idaho. Died February 24, 1970. Payson, Utah is place of burial; -Sarah Ann Gold Forester - Born June 17, 1893, at Mountain View, Canada. Died April, 1964, at the age of 71. Grave at Innisfail, Alberta; -Emerett - Born December 11, 1894, at Mountain View. Was drowned May 11, 1897, at age 2 ½. Grave at Mountain View; -Lille May Gold Stewart- Born June 20, 1898, at Mountain View. Died May 23, 1954, at the age of 56. Grave at Lethbridge, Alberta; -Charles David - Born August 17, 1900, at Mountain View. Living at 527 West Capitol Street, Salt Lake City, Utah; -Velate Gold Gillie - Born October 6, 1902, at Mountain View. Died August 28, 1948, at age 46. Grave at Lethbridge, Alberta.
*Joseph Hyrum was born February 17, 1852 at 9-Court Floodgate Street, Birmingham, England. After giving birth to the eight children listed above, the mother died on September 25, 1860, at the age of 33. It should be noted that of these eight children, four died while very young and four came to America, married and raised large families. The following year, after the death of his wife Sarah, Joseph Gold married a widow on June 30, 1861. This woman was the widow of a Mr. Walker. Her maiden name had been Martha Rogers. At the time father's mother died, he was eight years old. Nine years later when he was seventeen, he came to Utah. The oldest one of these young people was only twelve when the mother died. This was Cyrus and some time during the following year he began to learn the shoe trade - that is to learn how to make shoes. By the time he was twenty-one he was adjudged a finished workman and given his indenture papers. When he was seventeen years old, he joined the L.D.S. Church on July 26, 1865.Joseph Hyrum was baptized February 11, 1869, which was shortly before the three brothers embarked for America. Of these four who came to America, all were teenagers at the time, except Cyrus who was twenty-one. No doubt all of the others received much help and good counsel from him. July 28, 1869, is the date the three brothers set sail for America on the good ship Colorado. While crossing the Atlantic, Cyrus became acquainted with a young woman by the name of Mary Willis. A little less than two years later he married her. A few years later he married another wife, Louise F. Newman, and all together he had twenty-one children. During this period of L.D.S. Church history, polygamy was being advocated by the church leaders.
Sarah Ann, their sister, had been sent over the year before with some missionaries who returning to Utah. She had been baptized before leaving England. In 1868, when Sarah Ann came over she was fourteen years of age. Frank was eleven when he came with his two brothers. One of their mother's sisters whose name before marriage had been Emily Thompson was married to George Bunn and was living in New York. On their way to Utah the three Gold brothers stopped for a short visit with their Aunt Emily and her husband. Later the Bunns came to Utah also, and one of their daughters, Priscilla, married John England. Most of the Englands lived in Tooele after arriving in Utah. The three Gold brothers arrived by train in Ogden, Utah, August 20, 1869. Soon thereafter they traveled to Salt Lake City. On their first night in Salt Lake, Cyrus went to a a dance where he met Brigham Young. As time passed he and Brigham became good friends and after the church president's death in 1877 and a rumor became prevalent that some strange characters planned to steal his body from the grave, some of the faithful church members arranged to guard the grave day and night. Cyrus Gold was one of them. Aunt Sarah Ann married Charles Denny on December 2, 1872. She was eighteen years of age at the time. They raised a fine family. Among their grandchildren are the Berretts of Union. Three brothers of this family, Herbert, Golden and Lyman, all became bishops in the L.D.S Church.
I spent several years as an insurance agent in Salt Lake City. During this time I heard many good reports of Uncle Cyrus and his descendants, and also beginning with Uncle Cyrus they were prominent in church affairs, and many of them still are. In the fall of 1920 I decided to go (for as long as my money lasted) to the BYU at Provo, Utah, to see if I could weld together a few of the missing links in my education. On November 8, 1920, I got on a train at Lethbridge, Alberta. While on the way to Provo, I stopped off at three different places to visit some relatives. My first stop was at Rexburg, Idaho where Uncle Frank lived at the time. He was in the business of supplying coal and kindling wood to his fellow townsmen. He had a very good looking family and one of his daughter, Irene, had been elected queen of some kind of a celebration which was put on during the summer of that year in Rexburg. During the first few years after his arrival in Utah, father worked in mines. He must have disliked this kind of work very much for I remember him advising me that I should never work in a mine, and for that reason I never did. It seems likely that his interest had turned to farming previous to 1875 for in that year he was living in Cache Valley and at the age of twenty-three he married his first wife, Sara Elizabeth Merrils, on May 10, 1875. When the time came for her first child to be born she and the baby both died. Four years later, while still in Cache Valley, he married his second wife, Minnie Euphenia Bain, on December 4, 1879. Some time thereafter she died while undergoing an operation. I do not have the date of death of either of these two. This information should be obtainable at Logan. Father's third wife was my mother. He had only one wife at a time. Mother's maiden name was Eliza Adelaide Hinck. She was called Adelaide by her family and friends. She was born December 31, 1862, in Tooele, Utah, where she lived until her marriage to father on August 11, 1883. Shortly after they were married, they moved to a farm which father had obtained near Burley, Idaho, at a place called Marrion. While I was visiting Bert and Minnie in July 1968, I told Bert that since he was the only one still living who was old enough at the time the family lived in Idaho to remember anything about their life there he should tell me all he could about it. At first it seemed that I was not going to get much information. Finally the idea came to me to approach the problem in a different way. Instead of asking him to tell me all he could about everything, I began to pinpoint each question on one thing at a time, such as the land - irrigation - the house - the barn - the livestock - the neighbors - and did the family have any pets? As I asked each question his face seemed to light up, and the things he was able to remember were of interest to me, so I have recorded them in the hope that readers of this tiny history will enjoy them also. The land was 160 acres. Almost all of it was level enough to so that it was irrigated. The house was built of logs and at first it only had two rooms. The front of the house faced west. The roof sloped east and west with a gable at both the north and south ends of the building. Later father built a lean-to on the east side of the house adding two more rooms. On the south end of this lean-to he added another small lean-to for a shop to keep tools in and to have a place where he could repair things when the weather would not permit outside work. The workshop had a dirt floor, but the four rooms which were living quarters all had lumber floors with some rugs placed here and there which mother had woven by hand. They had plain white curtains on the windows. They had a stable and a chicken coop and near the house a nice large garden where they grew many good things to eat. One of the most interesting things Bert was able to remember was about a large Newfoundland dog by that name of Watch. He was the kind of a dog that seems to become a member of the family and he was always left at the house to take care of them when father was out working in the field or had to leave the farm for any reason. One useful thing he was trained by father to do was to bring in wood from the wood pile, one piece at a time, and stack them in the wood box near the kitchen stove. Just across the road from in front of the house ran a canal with high grass and some willows along its banks. While Bert was yet very small he was exploring the banks of this canal one day when he found a wild duck's nest with some eggs in it. While trying to reach the eggs he slid into the water head first. Watch, who was nearby, must have been watching for he grabbed Bert by the seat of his pants and hauled him out of the water; then at a kind of a lope, he carried Bert across the road to the house and Bert would bump the road a little with each jump. When they reached the house and Watch found the door closed, he scratched on it with a front foot, and as mother opened the door he laid Bert down on the threshold and then just stood there looking at her. Later someone laid a plank across the canal to be used a foot bridge. One day Bert headed for that plank, but Watch beat him to it, and planting himself across the end of the plank and standing on the bank close to the water in such a way that Bert could not get on the plank, he refused to move although for some time Bert was pounding him on the head as hard as he could with a little fist. The dog was allowed in the house during cold weather or in the shop, and he did have a nice handwoven rug to lie on. A few months before the folks started on the trip to Canada, Watch died. Father wrapped the dog in his own rug and buried him in a real grave. A sad occasion for all the family. Father secured a young dog which was one of Watch's pups and called him Tip. Tip's mother was not a Newfoundland. Bert does not what kind of dog she was. The family took Tip to Canada with them, but he did not compare with his father Watch. After the dog saved Bert from the canal twice within a few days, Father decided to take Bert with him when he went out into the field to do anything. One day when they were walking along the edge of the farm, father found a headgate which had been turned the wrong way so that during the time while it should have been irrigating father's land it was running through the fence on the neighbor's land. When father saw that he said, "That son-of-a bitch is stealing my water." The neighbor who was near enough to hear climbed through the fence and hit father in the face with a fist. Then for a while there was a furious fight going on and Bert said he was jumping up and down and howling at the top of his voice because he was afraid his daddy was being hurt when suddenly the man ran to the fence and went through it so hurriedly that part of his shirt was torn off and left hanging on the barbed wire. Then father changed the headgate to the way it should be and thereafter never found one of them set the wrong way again. A few years later when Bert was about seven years old, the company which furnished irrigation water to the farmers in the Burley area announced a substantial raise in the rates. The farmers did not think they could pay it without turning over all of the profits to the water company, and for that reason determined to appeal to a court of law in the hope of obtaining a fair adjustment. However, the water company won the case and quite a large number of farmers decided to move to some other place. Among those who made the decision to move, three families chose as their new location a place west of Cardston, Canada. These three families were those of Joseph Hyrum Gold Sr., a family by the name of Moir and one by the name of Driggs. The Moir family had some grown boys who saddled up their horses and rounded up all the livestock, both horses and cattle belonging to the three families, except the teams which would be hitched to the wagons, as they would ride herd on and be driving all of the loose stock as they traveled northward. Father loaded up two covered wagons, one of which was hitched on behind the other. The rear wagon on an outfit of this kind is called a trail wagon. By this method two wagons require only one driver. They are drawn by six horses. The lead team were medium sized named Prince and Button. The middle team was a pair of big sorrel horses called Pat and Mike. The wheel team - that is the two with the wagon tongue between them - were a large team of mares named Siss and Bess. Each team has two lines so when a man is driving three teams strung out he has six lines in his hands. It is possible that some of those who read this may not know what a line is like. It is made of leather and is about one inch wide and 1/8 of an inch thick. Of the six horses used to pull the family and their possessions to Canada, the one called Prince lived to a very old age and he is the only one that I remember. He would run away just for the fun of it. A prank he continued to enjoy almost to the day of his death. Of course, the Moir and Driggs families had wagons and teams of their own. Father's front wagon contained the things they would need while traveling and the rear one was loaded with the things they would require after arriving at their new home. On a boxed-in platform at the back end of the rear wagon was placed a water barrel with a tap so the water could be drawn from it easily. How thrilled they must have been on the morning of that third day of May 1892 when they set out on a migration hundreds of miles long and during which they would have to cross the Continental Divide. There must have been many adventures along the way. I cannot think the time seemed long to them, although three months intervened between the day of their departure and the sight of their new homeland. Some of the route they traveled had no roads or bridges. In 1892 nearly all wagon trails ran east and west. The kind of wagons used during this period to haul things had no springs of any kind except some leaf springs between the bottom of the driver's seat and the top of the wagon box. The driver's seat was wide enough for two adults, so, of course, mother would be sitting here beside father whenever the children did not require her attention. On the fourth day of August, 1892, they arrived at their destination about seventeen miles west of Cardston. At that time the area had been given the name of Fish Creek. The name being changed later to Mountain View. Each family planned to select a one-quarter section of land to homestead. At that time there was a large number of such places to choose from. Over the next few years the Gold family was destined to move three times before making the final permanent choice, which I think was the best places in the country for many miles around. Chiefly through the efforts of a son-in-law of Brigham Young whose name was Charles Ora Card, the settlement of Cardston had been started five years earlier before the Golds arrived in Canada. The elevation at Cardston is 3775 feet above sea level. When the three families reached Fish Creek they separated so each of them could do some scouting around to find the place they liked best. However, it was so late in the year that a very short time could be allotted to exploring. They knew that the winters were severe and that they must locate near good water and plenty of water and wild hay. Father soon selected a place close to Fish Creek and near a lake that used to be called Driggs Lake because a man by the name of Amasa Driggs lived there at one time. After building a log cabin and putting up a stack of hay and building a pole fence around it, father cut up what he thought would be enough firewood to last the family until he returned from Lethbridge where he took a team and wagon to get supplies for the winter. At that time the roads did not cut through hills to make a straight road as they do now. The wagon trails which wound their way around the hills were not really roads at all, and because they were so crooked the distance between any two points was much longer than it is now. Now one now living knows the date father began is journey to Lethbridge for supplies. All we know is that he purchased the supplies in the fall of 1892 and was ready to start on the trip home one morning when he was advised not to try to go anywhere for a few days. Winter had arrived a bit early in the form of a howling blizzard. So far as the records go, no winter before 1892-3 or since has matched it either in the fury of its blizzards of the lowness of its temperature. Having spent the first twenty years of my life in Alberta I remember what a blizzard looks like. I am not sure I can describe one, but because a few people may read this who have never seen one, a try might be in order. In the southwestern part of Alberta the blizzards come out of the northeast. Some of the snowfall in this area is of the ordinary kind; quite large flakes falling gently. A blizzard is something else. In this kind of a storm the word "flakes" does not describe the snow. I think tiny pellets of ice would be more accurate. People who have never seen a blizzard think of snow as coming down. The snow in a blizzard is, of course, coming down but it does not appear to be. It appears to be going past on a course that is almost level. The reason for this is the wind, the speed of which is very fast. People wishing to travel over a course familiar to them are no better off than a stranger in a strange land as father was, because all land marks are obliterated. Sometimes visibility is about the length of a man's arm. Hilltops are swept clean by the wind, but on the leeward side of hills, mountains, trees, buildings, etc., the scene becomes a swirling mass of white which appears to hang like a shroud. On the windward side of the object the snow is being borne on the wings of a wind traveling in a straight line but as it passes over to the leeward side everything changes. High speed bodies of snow filled air seem to collide head on with each other which has the effect of slowing them and instead of continuing on their course they hang there rolling and tumbling and settling into a drift. Some of the worst of Alberta's blizzards last about three days and three nights. It is not hard to imagine that traveling soon after this kind of a storm had subsided would be difficult in the days when equipment was not invented to clear away the drifts. This is the predicament father found himself in when the storm came to an end. He had been delayed several days beyond the time he had expected to return to his family and when he arrived home, it was just in time. Mother had used up all the firewood and burned some of the furniture to keep the children from freezing. A few nights before father returned the face of an Indian had appeared at the cabin window, but all he did was look in. He did not try to come in. During their first winter in Canada the snow became deeper than usual. A Mr. Cockeron had some cattle near the place where father had his cabin and hay stack. These cattle were on the open range and it was lawful to have them where they were at the time. Before 1892, it appears to have been considered possible to raise cattle in the foothills of southwestern Alberta without putting up enough hay to feed all of them all winter. The few men who were operating ranches in that section of the country depended on the blizzard winds to sweep nearly all of the snow from the hilltops and the warm Chinook winds from the southwest, which soon followed the storms, to melt what remained on high ground. However, neither Mr. Cockeron or anyone else anticipated anything like the winter of 1892-3. A lot of snow fell without enough wind to clear the hilltops. For many weeks they had no Chinook wind. Just snow piling on snow and cold frozen to cold.The only hay stack within miles of father's little home was his own which was, it should be remembered, surrounded by a pole fence. Even if father had been able to guard his hay stack day and night without sleep, while he was one side, they would have rushed in on the other, so, of course, his hay was soon devoured by Mr. Cockeron's cattle. As the winter which to all the newcomers seemed to last forever was passing their cattle were dying. The only thing they had to cheer them up was the Northern Lights. Some folks claim that the more terrible the winter the more beautiful this show becomes, as if nature had to compensate for its bad behavior.
Father had arrived in Canada with thirty-six head of cattle and eleven horses. In the spring of 1893 he had three head of cattle and ten horses left. Horses are smarter than cattle. They clear the snow off the grass with one of their front feet.When at last the earth reached a point in its circle about the sun so the rays of light became direct enough to force winter away and melt the deep snow, some of the most weird sights man has ever beheld were revealed. Although nearly all of the cattle were lying on their sides, some were in a sitting position because their last attempt to raise their hind quarters up to the top of a high drift had failed and their bodies had frozen solid in that position.A few had lunged from a trail into the deep snow and although they were in a standing position, they did not have the strength to extricate themselves, so now dead cattle were standing up where they had been frozen solid for many weeks. Had father and the other stockmen who migrated to anywhere within the area of the of the extreme weather of that winter been able to see around the corner of time and what was to befall them, it is likely they would have moved east, west or south, but not north.
While in Helena, Montana a few years ago I was making a little tour through the state capitol building. One large painting depicted a very poor old cow standing with her tail end toward the storm. Across the bottom of the picture appeared the following words: "THE LAST OF THE HERD 1892." In the spring of 1893 father discovered that the land upon which he had built his cabin had been reserved for school land. He was not very disappointed, however, because he felt sure that given enough time he could find a better place. The next place he chose was a short distance northwest of Mountain View. A few years later this place became known as Caldwell, but at this time it was a part of the Mountain View area. While the family was living at this place, mother gave birth to a baby daughter and they called her Sarah Ann. She was born Jun 17, 1893 and she was the first baby born in the Mountain View district.
When the first L.D.S. Ward was organized in 1893, father became one of the counselors in the bishopric. Although other factors may have influenced his decision to move to the Sam Earl place which was close to the church, the avoidance of a lot of travel which his church activities would require was one of them. While the family was living on the Sam Earl place another daughter was born December 11, 1894. They called her Emerett.
During 1896 they moved onto the permanent homestead at Mountain View. Fish Creek meandered through the ¼ section which father selected, coming in a little east of the center of the south side and going out near the northeast corner. Of course, this gave the livestock first-class drinking water close to them no matter where they were feeding. Apart from that it was a natural fence separating the hay land from the pasture land. The village of Mountain View was downstream from this ¼ section and nearby. About 200 yards upstream from where the creek leaves the ranch there is a few acres of almost level land which is a sort of a bench rising some twenty-five feet above the level of Fish Creek. On this bench father decided to build his home. I think it is the very best place on the ranch or in Mountain View to build a home. It should be remembered that in this locality during that period they had no water piped into their houses. It had to be carried from the creek. During 1896 father built quite a large one-room log house on the southwest corner of this bench, and close to the stream. The roof of the house had rough lumber on it which was covered with tar paper first and then sod on the tar paper. Later this building became known as the granary. Either in the fall of 1896 or the spring of 1897 another log house was begun in which was to become the family home. It consisted of five rooms. A living room, kitchen, pantry and two bedrooms. This was the only house father ever built where he used a broad axe and flattened the logs on two sides before putting them in the building. All the partitions in the building had to be put up at the same time as the outside walls because they were mortised right through the walls they joined. Also, the four outside corners of the building were mortised. This procedure makes a very strong building. I suppose cement was hard to get in this part of the country at that time, because it was not being used. With a good foundation that went down below the frost line this would have been a good ranch house for about a hundred years. It had a gable roof with a lean-to roof joined to the west side of it. The pitch of the gable was steeper than that of the lean-to. The house had a lumber floor throughout. The roof was made by nailing rough lumber to rafters upon which first tar paper and then sod was placed. After a few years the roof began to leak. The sod was then removed and new tar paper and wood shingles put on but not before enough sauce pans were placed here and there on the floor to catch the water for me to remember them. The doors and windows were mill made. The windows had four panes of glass each.
While the family was living in the log cabin which later became the granary and the walls of their new home were part way up, and at a time when they must have enjoyed more happiness and hope than had been their lot since their journey from Idaho, a tragedy occurred. It was the eleventh day of May 1897. Little Emerett was playing out in the yard, enough distance from the building to be out of danger from any thing which might fall from the top of the building. Father had injured one of his fingers and gone into the house to get mother to wrap it up. When he came out a few minutes later little Emerett was missing. He called to her - no answer - he ran down to the creek. The water was still high but not so high as it had been, for the high water mark would have already been made before May 11th. The sloping ground leading from the water's edge was still muddy, and there he found the tracks of little footprints leading right into the water. I remember the water in Fish Creek used to become very clear and transparent some time in June, but on May 11th it would be carrying too much soil to see anything below the surface. Of course, father knew the current would carry the child downstream so he waded in that direction for about sixty or seventy yards where he found his little girl. Her dress had caught on a low branch of a tree which hung over the stream, and now that the water was higher than normal the branch was partly below the surface. Father carried the little child out of the water and tried to revive her. It was too late. Dear little Emerett, only two years and five months old, was dead. Did she chase a butterfly down to the stream and did it land on a small branch floating on the surface? What caused her to go into the water? No one knows. High on a hill where no flood waters could ever disturb her little grave, father selected a spot for her final resting place, and while some kindly neighbors dug the grave, father built a casket from lumber, and according to a diary kept by Mrs. John Olaf Davidson, mother sat up all night making some burial clothes for her little girl. All the families in the countryside attended the funeral. Shortly after the burial father built a picket fence around the grave to keep the stock from tramping over it. The first marker to show where Emerett's grave was was made of wood, which father reconstructed when necessary so long as he lived. After his death the fence and marker decayed and disappeared. In 1960 my brother, Bert, and I put one headstone in place with father's and mother's names on it and another one for Emerett. These will, of course, be permanent but we could not be sure of locating them properly. The death of Emerett was the first one in Mountain View. Shortly thereafter father donated five acres which included her grave to the community as a cemetery. It should be noted that father and mother never lost a child through illness, although their first few years at Mountain View no medical service was available. During the latter part of the year 1897, the five-room log home received the final touches. With the completion of the house the family moved into it and father then had more time to devote to the development of the ranch and stock. The soil was a rich black loam and very fertile. Father had a job carrying the mail from Cardston to Mountain View and the other small communities within Alberta and west of Cardston. He was the first man to have this job which he stayed with for nine years. It required one day from each week. It must have been a long day when the snow was deep. In those early days, Mountain View had plenty of rain in summer and this combined with the rich soil made the grass grow very high. One morning when father wanted the team he would take on the mail trip, no horses could be found until one of them got up. They had all been lying on their sides in the tall grass sleeping. The fact that a horse sleeps only about eight hours each week prevented them from being lost more often.
On June 20, 1898, mother had another baby girl. They called her Lillie May. A boy was born August 17, 1900. They called him Charles David. The last of the family was a girl, born October 6, 1902. They called her Velate. Lillie, myself and Velate were all born in the five-room log house. Sarah Ann and Emerett were born at Mountain View before it was built. For several years after the completion of the home the general welfare of the family continued to improve. Some of the happiest memories of my life are enclosed in the time when I was a boy on the ranch at Mountain View. During the early part of each winter we had perfect ice on the lakes for skating. In that country the kids learn to walk and skate at about the same time. Hills are all around to sleigh ride down. A mountain stream ran by the house alive with mountain trout. The stream afforded a fine place in the summer. The lakes had plenty of ducks and sometimes geese, and about the time they took off south and the snow began to fall, the prairie chickens for miles around would converge on Fish Creek to eat the berries which remained on bushes along its banks. The lakes had muskrats to be trapped during the fall and winter months and the cold weather made their fur look like mink. If David in the Bible had a cup that was running over, I had a big bucket that was doing the same thing. Of course, there were a few draw backs also, like some cows to be milked, stock to be fed, stables to be cleaned, etc. no matter if the mercury had all snuggled down to that little ball at the bottom of the thermometer as if it were trying to escape its container and slither into the ground to hibernate for the winter. The growing season was so short you had to drill in what little grain you hoped to raise as soon as the frost was out of the ground in the spring. Sometimes it would take so long to come up on account of the low soil temperature that you would begin to wonder if you could have planted it upside down. The boys had an ideal place to grow up in. However, in those early days when the profits in ranching were only a fraction of what they are now it is no wonder that most of the teenage fellows, including myself, imagined there must be an easier way to make money elsewhere. Near the end of one of my last years at Mountain View I remember thinking - well this year we didn't hardly lose any money at all. Now that I am nearly seventy years old, it is, of course, clear to me that money is not the only yardstick with which to measure the welfare of a farm family. They have many priceless possessions which could not be entered in an account book. In addition to the usual advantages the far north country seems to have a few extras like the concern people have for the welfare of others in their community. Some people arrived in Mountain View near the end of the Nineteenth Century, too late in the year to build a shelter. In such cases the settlers who already had homes established provided them with a place to live the first winter. From my brother, Hyrum, I learned that during one winter father and mother had a Terry family living in the two west rooms of their house and another family by the name of Watson living in the granary. Even now in Canada the farther north you go and the more sparsely the country is populated, the more concerned the people seem to be for the welfare of each other. This is the effect the great open spaces have on normal people. Of course, the nature of a scoundrel is not molded much by his location. During the early days of Mountain View the people created their own entertainment through games, shows and dances. The 24th of July was always a red letter day. I well remember one year when for Jay Jordan and myself it was a bit redder than usual. Earnest Parrish was bishop of the Mountain View ward at the time and he was good at the job. He believed that the younger generation should take a real active part in things. The people from several small communities would meet at one place so they could have a much bigger and better pow-wow than could be enjoyed by one alone. In the year when Jay and I were about twelve years old, the place agreed on for the big celebration was Leavitt which is about midway between Mountain View and Cardston. One of the plans devised by the bishop was that I should take the part of an 1847 pioneer who had crossed the plains in a covered wagon. Coming down the hill into the Salt Lake Valley was the part to be shown. The good bishop wanted things to look real authentic. I was dressed in patched overalls, a faded shirt and an old straw hat. Jay who was to take the part of my wife was dressed in a gingham dress and a sun bonnet. I think the way we were dressed was okay, but in his endeavor to make the covered wagon look like a real home steading outfit the bishop got carried away. An ancient wagon which looked as if it had not been used for years was salvaged from one of his fields where it had stood out in the weather. Bows were fastened to the sides of its box and a piece of old canvas hung over the bows and tied to the box along each side. The tongue was removed and a pair of shafts made from two quaking aspen poles put on, as it was to be pulled by one horse. The brake lever was another pole of the same kind which stuck up from a point just in front of the right wheel. To the top of this pole was tied a little old rope which was long enough so that the other end of it was tied to a stake attached to the wagon box near the right side of the driver's seat where it would be easy for me to get hold of whenever I wanted to put on the brake. As we were in a line of wagons which were to go down a hill this brake was important. The harness had no britchen so the horse could not hold back the wagon so the brake was doubly important. The lines to guide the horse and the brake rope were all of the same material - some old rope about inch in diameter. The horse was a sorrel. He belonged to the bishop as well as the wagon. I did not know what the horse's name was. I called him Sorrelly. The fact that the shafts were too long and stuck out in front of the horse's chest turned out to be a very good thing. As we came to the steep part of the hill the single tree kept bunting into the horse. I knew that most horses would take off at full speed when such an outrage was committed upon them. Our outfit was up close to the wagon ahead of us. With all my strength I pulled on the brake rope. It broke! The wagon went forward quickly. The long shafts which stuck out ahead of Sorrely came into contact with the endgate of the wagon ahead of ours where they remained during all of the downhill part of the trip. As we reached level ground I felt relieved and for the first time thought everything would be okay. We were going along a lane. The wagons ahead of us were turning left through a gate and forming a circle on level ground. The plan was that about the time the drivers had all pulled into the circle and unhitched the horses and tied them to the wheels on the inside of the circle some wild Indians would come riding at high speed over another hill on bare backed horses and yelling as loud as they could. They would circle the wagons exchanging rifle fire with the pioneers who would be underneath their wagons. Of course, all shells would be blanks and the "indians" were young whites fixed up to look the part. To get back to Jay and I . Soon after we reached a point where we thought we had it made something happened which changed our minds. Just before we reached the gate where we were to turn in, the band which was just through the fence started to play. Now old Sorrely had already put up with more than any self-respecting horse should be called upon to bear and it may be that he had never heard a band close by before. I had no chance to turn him into the gate. As he leaped into a gallop I pulled on the lines. The left one broke. His head was jerked to the right - to the opposite side of the lane from which the gate was. Of course, one line is worse than none, so I let the remaining good one hang loose. Sorrely ran down that lane until he could run no more. I got off the wagon and led him back to the other "settlers". By the time we got there the Indian fight was already over. I suppose the reason that no one on a horse chased us and stopped the run away was that the only horses and riders fit to do such a thing were the "Indians" who were out of sight when the run away began. Anyway, it is doubtful if anyone in Leavitt that day had more adventure than Jay Jordon and myself. If this little story which I have made an attempt to relate should be preserved and some of father's and mother's descendants should be reading it many years from now they might like to know something about the kind of equipment which was being used on the land and what conveniences the women had to keep their houses. During the early part of the Twentieth Century both steam and internal combustion engines were developed to a point where they were a wonderful boom to grain farming. - mostly wheat - on great tracts of ground that was level or nearly so. Canada has ¾ of the wheat land of the North American continent. From a point roughly speaking about 20 miles east of the Rocky Mountains on the west to about the eastern side of Manitoba lies a vast stretch of land where large machines can be used to advantage. Also, the growing season is longer here because the elevation is lower than the hills close to the mountains. Although most of these agricultural machines were developed in the United States, Canada was quick to put them into use. One of the most valuable of these machines was a tractor plow which consists of many plows side by side, and as they are pulled across the field by a powerful engine the plows are turning over a wide strip of ground. However, this kind of machinery was not designed to work in a hilly country like Mountain View. At the present time, 1969, small gasoline tractors which can be used almost anywhere are on the market. I left Mountain View when I was 16 years of age in the spring of 1917. Up until that time the only power used on the ranches in that part of the country was horse power. I remember we had two kinds of plows both of which were of the single type. One was a hand plow and the other had three wheels and a seat for the driver to ride on. By the use of one lever the depth of the furrow could be regulated and another would insert the plow into the ground or lift it up out of the ground. Father had all the other usual machines such as hay mower, rake, disk, harrow and a drill to put in the grain. The hay mower had a knife which had to be kept sharp by grinding on a large grind stone which was run by a foot pedal. The binder would cut the grain and bind it into bundles which it would kick out as each one was tied by the machine. Machines such as a threshing machine, hay baler and grain chopper were run by two or more teams of horses depending on the amount of power needed. Each team walked in a circle following the one ahead of them. By the use of a long steel rod with a few universal joints and some cog wheels properly arranged, horses walking in a circle and pulling one of the strong timbers which extended outward horizontally from a central platform could force this rod to revolve and, of course, the revolving rod would drive whatever machine it was attached to. The horses were guided to walk in the exact circle required of them by a light-weight guide stick which extended from the central platform to the bit of the inside horse of each team. A man or boy on the central platform with a whip could keep the horses from slowing down too much or stopping. In addition to the usual machines father had one that was designed to shear sheep - one to grind grain - mostly barley for hogs, and one to make woven wire fences. In the early days he constructed an outfit in the granary to make cheese. If I remember correctly, Minnie was the cheese maker. It was planned to make only enough for the family. Mother had a foot powered sewing machine with which she made things like dresses, shirts, pillow slips and even underwear sometimes. Some of the girls operated another machine which would knit sox for the men of the family and stockings for the girls. The women folks made homemade soap from lye and grease. In the living room was a large box type heating stove. Sometimes it would be red hot. In the kitchen was a very good range. It had a warming oven about two feet above the cooking surface. The baking oven was in the usual place. The fire box was at one end of the range and a water tank made of copper at the other. As the heat circulated down around the baking oven it would heat the water in this tank. The fuel was mostly wood. The first washing machine the folks had was run by pushing a lever forward and pulling it backward. The next one they used had a wheel about two feet in diameter with a handle on it. Turning the wheel ran this one. They had a copper boiler which covered the whole fire box on the range. Each week between the first and second suds they boiled all the clothes except woolen things. Any germs which might have been around had a rough time. They made heavy wool quilts which were used instead of blankets. One side of them had a plain cover and the other side was made by sewing many different colored pieces of cloth which had been previously cut into geometric designs. A thick layer of wool was embedded between these two covers and the finished quilt was, of course, placed on the bed with the pretty side up. The wool was conditioned by washing and carding before being used for this or any other purpose. The folks had some chickens and a few domesticated ducks and geese. Once in a while one of them would get the axe and be cooked for dinner. Feathers from the ducks and geese were used to make pillows and the top tick on feather beds. The bottom tick being filled with straw. I do not think that Bert and Hyrum and I had any feathers except in our pillows. Sometimes they used the feathers from wild ducks and geese also. At the turn of the century coal oil lamps were still being used. Around 1907 father replaced these with gas lights, which were hung from the ceiling. From a tank in the pantry a hollow wire conveyed the gas to these lights. The tank was kept under pressure with an air pump. Each light had a sort of finger-like cone upon which wood alcohol was first burned to prime it, then a small valve was turned which let the gas come to the light. While burning this kind of light made a slight hissing sound. About this time the phonograph appeared also. Ours had a horn and the records were cone shaped. One was called, "Let the Lower Lights Be Burning" by Sir Harry Lauder. In Idaho father must have been active in church work for he was ward clerk at the time he left there. I do not know whether he helped to build any church buildings in Idaho. In Canada he helped to build four church buildings. These included the first two church houses at Mountain View, the Tabernacle at Cardston, and the temple at Cardston. The first ward meeting house at Mountain View was made of lumber and completed in 1894. After being used a few years, it burned down. The second one had walls constructed of stones of various shapes and colors and held in place with cement mortar. The north end of the building had a second story for extra classrooms. I well remember one room in this second story that was a library where I spent many hours during the winter evenings. At the top of this room there was something about the shape of the roof that caused the wind to make a mournful sound as it passed by. This building was used for about 50 years. Around the end of the 19th Century and the early part of the 20th, the Mormon people at Cardston and surrounding localities were building a tabernacle at Cardston. For a long time father worked at a rock quarry somewhere in that part of the country getting out the stone for the tabernacle. For some time Bert helped father in this work. At the beginning of each week they would load into their wagon enough feed for the team and food for themselves to last a full week. When returning home at the end of the week, they sometimes brought a load of coal with them. The building of the temple at Cardston was begun July 27, 1913, and completed in the summer of 1921. It was dedicated August 26, 1923, by President Heber J. Grant. Of the eight years required to build this temple, the first two were devoted to the construction of a very strong foundation, which is thirty-two feet deep and twelve feet wide at the base. All being of reinforced concrete. The temple above the foundation and also the retaining wall is built of a light gray granite from the quarries of Nelson British Columbia. Those who would like to have a detailed description of this wonderful building can secure it by the purchase of a copy of the Improvement Era dated September 1923. The publishers of the Era have these for sale at 50¢ per copy plus postage. I cannot find out how long father worked on this temple as a stone cutter. It was a long time. He got so much stone dust in his lungs that it killed him. It seems that the lungs have no way of getting rid of stone dust. The men doing this kind of work now always wear a respirator which filters out the dust. About the beginning of 1915 the Canadian government was calling for volunteers for World War I. Four men from Mountain View volunteered. They were: Will Sibley, Dick Dervinash, Joe Cosley and Bert Gold. Will Sibley was killed in France. Joe Cosley and Bert Gold both returned to Canada. I have not been able to find out what happened to Dick Dervinash. [History of Mountain View - Roots and Branches, 1982, states that "Dick Devenish, born January 22, 1881, came from England and lived with his sister Crystal for quite a while. Then he went to World War One where he was killed. He died March 30, 1918."] In 1943 the body of Joe Cosley was found in a lonely cabin in northern Alberta where he had died alone. As of this writing, 1969, Bert Gold is still alive. It should be noted that these four men joined the outfit of Major Hugh B. Brown. The only joining date I have is that Bert Gold, which was February 7, 1915. Unlike World War II soldiers, those in World War I had no furloughs. The only time they were taken out of the lines was while recovering from their wounds. After a few months' training the Canadians were in the trenches in France. For them the war was a steady thing from beginning to end. However, after Canada's early volunteers got about two years' experience under their belts, they pulled off something that all of Canada has been proud of ever since. In the north of France quite close to the border of Belgium lies a long hill surrounded by a vast area of land that is practically level. It is called Vimy Ridge and from its crest the land both near and far lies open to view. The Germans had occupied this choice position for a long time, as well as quite a lot of ground to the east of it. They had many machine guns on the hill protected by concrete. The idea of losing it was to them unthinkable. Will Sibley and Bert Gold were among the Canadians who took Vimy Ridge. Bert Gold was one of the many hundreds who were wounded during this battle, and many others were killed. The attack was launched at 5:30 A. M. on April 9, 1917. The Germans were amazed at the speed with which the Canadian infantry stormed up the hillside and overwhelmed their concrete defenses, and took the whole of their front line system in forty minutes. By noon the Canadians had completed the capture of the Ridge from Commandant's House to Hill 145, and early in the afternoon the final objective had been gained. The loss of Vimy Ridge was the saddest thing that happened to the Germans during 1917, and they never got it back again until World War II. After this battle the wounded were taken to a hospital in England where Bert remained for eleven months, after which he was in the trenches in France near the border of Belgium until one week before the war ended when he was wounded again by a piece of shrapnel. After recovering from this last wound and the war was over, he along with many others were stationed in France for several months. The reason for this was that the allies thought the Germans might need watching for a while. It was about this time that Bert married an English girl by the name of Olive Cottingham. When I was about five or six years old my brother, Bert, and I had an adventure on our way home with a load of timber. We were going down a steep road that was a dugway which had been constructed down the side of a hill. Everything was covered with snow. On our right side the ground rose steeply up from the road to an elevation almost as high as the top of the load. On our left was the steep downhill side. The pitch of the road was too steep for a team to hold the load back without what is called a 'roughlock chain' being put on one of the rear runners of the sleigh. Bert had put this on before we started down the hill. Just before we reached a point where the road made a sharp turn to the right, the roughlock broke. Bert grabbed me and threw me off the load on the uphill side and then he jumped off. I remember being very mad at first because I did not understand why he had thrown me off the load. I soon found out. If we had remained on the load a few seconds longer both of us could have been killed or seriously injured. As soon as the roughlock broke the load forced the team forward into a gallop. The only thing that saved the horses was the turn in the road a short distance ahead. As they turned the corner to the right the sleigh slid sideways to the left. As soon as the left runners went over the edge of the bank, the sleigh tipped over. This caused the tongue to twist with the sleigh which pulled out the steel bolt attaching the doubletrees to the tongue. This set the team free from the load just at the second when the impending danger of them being killed was the greatest. Getting the sleigh and timber back up on the road took quite a long time. Along the western border of Alberta and parts of British Columbia is to be found some of the most wonderful scenery on this planet. Banff and Jasper Parks are very special. From the Eisenhower Junction in Banff Park, a trip can be taken to the south end of the park. Some of the very best scenery will be found here and more wild animals than I have ever seen anywhere. The road is just plain super. When you get down to the south end of the park you will come to the end of the good road. At this point I recommend turning around and going back the way you came. At least avoid going south into Idaho. I came up through Idaho on the route in 1963. At that time it was a horse and buggy road for many miles in the northern part of Idaho. If they have made a new road there since 1963, of course, it may be okay to go that way. Jasper and Banff Parks join each other. One of the good ways to make this trip would be to drive to Edmonton by way of Calgary where you should look around a bit. At Edmonton which is the capital of the Province, printed information can be obtained free of charge describing the beauties of Alberta. Many things are worth seeing at Edmonton. From there drive west to Jasper, and while there be sure to take a good look at Maligne Lake before heading south toward Banff. While in these two parks fill your gas tank every chance you get to make sure you will not run out. The town of Banff is a good place to stop a few days while you look at some of the most magnificent sights on this earth. For a place to stay at Banff, I recommend Swiss Village Lodge. I shall not attempt to name all the worthwhile things to see. Only a few of the most attractive: 1st - The trip to the south end of the park; 2nd - The Banff Springs Hotel. Ask how to find it. Although nearby it cannot be seen while in town. Be sure to go through it and out to the back of it. From this place you will see a river running down through a valley. Something in your mind will click and you will retain a clear picture of what you behold as long as you live. This is a promise; 3rd - Lake Louise; 4th - Moraine Lake. Another interesting place to visit in southern Alberta is Waterton Lakes Park. While here a boat ride can be taken through the mountains into Montana at a very reasonable fare. Be very sure to get on the largest boat they have there. I have taken this trip on two different boats. The large one was fine but on the smaller one fumes from the motor bothered the passengers. Just a few miles up a canyon road will be found Cameron Lake, a very beautiful thing to see. However, this is recommended for good drivers only. A steep and winding road leads up to this lake. If you want to look at the stars where they appear to be close enough to rope one of them, Alberta is the place and the clean air makes it easy to pick out the one you want. During the winter of 1917 I got on a cattle train at Calgary and took a trip to Vancouver, British Columbia. On the way there I saw something that I have never seen before nor since. One of the train crewmen said it happens only on occasions that are quite far apart. We were in the mountains - the color of which in that location are a kind of purple. It was night and the moon was full. The surface of the snow appeared to be covered with extra large blue-white diamonds. The men who were running the train were talking about it and one of them explained how it came to be that way. He said that first you must have a warm Chinook wind after a snow fall. This warm wind must blow for a short time before sundown partly melting a thin top layer of snow. At or shortly after sundown the wind stops. The sky is clear. The temperature drops quickly to a point below freezing and the sudden expansion of this top layer of damp snow freezing causes it to break up into crystals. The profound sight this produces in the presence of a full moon and purple mountains is one I can never forget. The ordinary sparkle on ordinary snow in cold weather is not the same thing. No report on southwestern Alberta could be complete without saying that it comes close to being the wild flower garden of the world, and in addition to all the other extras this is a place where the song birds sing as if they mean it. Springtime is ushered in by the meadowlarks who sound as if they are just positive that they have found the best place in all the world.
Elizabeth Adelaide (Adams) (Hink) Hinck 1, 2 was born on 31 Dec 1862 in Tooele, Tooele, Utah, United States. She died on 19 Feb 1919 in Cardston, Alberta, Canada. She was buried on 22 Feb 1919 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. She married Joseph Hyrum Gold (Sr.) on 11 Aug 1883 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
BRANCHES OF THE TREE by -Charles David Gold - (son of Joseph Gold Sr & Elizabeth Hinck) written- 1969
( History of Joseph Gold Sr (who married Elizabeth Hinck) and their family - see "notes" for Joseph Gold Sr.; this portion refers only to Elizabeth's ancestors.The record I have of mother's people begins in St. Albans, which is about fifteen miles north of London, England, with the year 1609. This is the place and year of birth of William Tuttle. Together with his wife Elizabeth he sailed to America on the ship called the Planter, in the year 1635. William was age 26 and his wife age 23 at the time of the sailing. The record of the First Church of Boston shows that "Mrs. Elizabeth Tuttle united with the Church in Boston 24 July 1636." This record further shows that she had two sons baptized in the same church on the following dates: Jonathon, 2 July 1637 and David, 7 April 1639. In the fall of the year 1637 a Mr. Davenport and a Mr. Eaton decided to travel south from Boston in search of a place to create an independent colony. They called the place they selected Quinnipiac Colony. It later became New Haven Connecticut. The river which runs through New Haven is still called the Quinnipiac River. On June 4, 1639 William Tuttle was one of the signers of the Church Covenant in the Quinnipiac Colony. Some time during the two months following the baptism of their son David in Boston the family had moved to this new colony. This vicinity was the home of this branch of the Tuttle family from this date until Nortan Ray Tuttle at the age of 17 left there in the year 1847 with his widowed mother and two sisters to come to Utah. They had joined the L.D.S. Church before leaving New Haven. The name of the mother was Sarah (Clinton) Tuttle and the names of her two daughters were Sarah Matilda Tuttle and Mary Angeline Tuttle. This branch of the Tuttle family had lived in Boston four years, and in the vicinity of New Haven two hundred and eight years, before they started on the journey to Utah.In a Journal History, 11 April 1848 the following record appears: "The steamer Mandan sailed from St. Louis for Council Bluffs with a company of Saints on board. Among them were William B. Adams, Cordelia H. Adams, Sarah (Clinton) Tuttle her son and two daughters - Norton Ray Tuttle, Sarah Matilda Tuttle and Mary Angelina Tuttle, who was to become my grandmother. Upstream from St. Louis about 150 miles on the Missouri River the Mandan was damaged by striking a rock. After camping on the river bank for two weeks while the boat returned to St. Louis for repairs they boarded the Mandan again and reached what was called by the Saints, Winter Quarters about 1 May 1848. The families who lacked enough provisions to last out the journey to Salt Lake were advised to go onto the Iowa side of the river and raise crops and cattle until they had stored enough to see them through. It was two years later before they continued their journey. The place where they settled down and farmed for the two years was called Harris Grove, which was about thirty miles north of Council Bluffs. On July 15, 1848 a branch of the Church was organized at this place. Two men who later became connected to our family through marriage were involved in this organization. One of these was Ormus E. Bates - branch president and the other was William B. Adams - clerk. Most of the information concerning this branch and it's people comes from the records kept by William B. Adams. On July 23, 1848 Norton Ray Tuttle was ordained a Priest at 18 years of age. William B. Adams was married to Martha Ann Utley on Nov. 23, 1847 by John Nay. The following year they had a baby daughter who they called Sarah. On May 11, 1852 this branch of the Church was organized into companies of tens and three captains were chosen by unanimous vote to take charge of the companies as they traveled from the Missouri River to Salt Lake. They were Robert Wimmer, William B. Adams and George W. Taggart. The Captain Allen Weeks division of the Oxtrain pioneers was organized in Kanesville, Iowa, in July 1852 for the trip to Salt Lake. The company of William B. Adams was attached to the Allen Weeks division July 16, 1852. The following is quoted from the Journal History of 1852: "July 20: We cam to Loup Fork; found Kelsey division crossing ferry. July 21: About 10:00am commenced the Loup Fork Ferry. The crossing was completed by 8 pm. July 25: 9:00am the bell rang for a meeting. Captain William B. Adams child is very sick. After the meeting he requested the company to stop over until the next day. His wife also has become sick. About sundown on the 25th the child died and the wife grew worse. July 26: Captain Adams' child was buried." Norton Ray Tuttle writes in his autobiography as follows: "We had to bury them without coffins. The little niece had become a great favorite of mine. I could not bear to see her buried in the open plain without some kind of a coffin, so I emptied a box, improvised a coffin and she was buried that night, Sunday, July 25, 1852. In the morning I made a little headboard and carved the little one's name on it with my pocket knife, and while the wagon train was moving on, I ran back to the grave and set the board, dedicated the grave anew, and then ran after the train, overtaking it three miles distant." This child's mother was a sister to Norton Ray Tuttle's wife. "...Aug 27: (Again quoting from the Journal History) Cattle were scattered about this morning and were not got up to start until about 9 am, traveled but a short distance until Mrs. Adams grew worse and on request the company stopped." She died during the night, age only twenty years. When they arrived at the upper crossing of the Sweetwater River they encountered a fierce snowstorm, with drifts more than two feet deep around the wagons. This was near the Continental Divide on the east side. The elevation at their location was over 12000 feet. Here it was ascertained that a number of the people in the camp were short of provisions. Evidently more time had been spent on the trail then they had expected at the time they began the journey. They were placed on one half rations and William B. Adams and Norton Ray Tuttle, in a council held by the captains of the companies, were chosen to proceed on foot to Salt Lake to obtain provisions and help. They were notified on Sunday September 26, at 12 o'clock, noon and were on their way within one hour. The outfit for each man for the journey was two blankets, one tin cup, one knife, and one hatchet. The distance to Salt Lake was 170 miles. Not taking any provisions with them, it was necessary to travel into the night so that they could overtake another company which was several miles ahead of their own. They had to break ice on the streams in the morning before they could wade across. They arrived in Salt Lake on Thursday Sept. 30 and saw Bishop Edward Hunter who made arrangements for their supplies and started back on Saturday October 2. Five days out of Salt Lake they found their company about dark, Oct. 6, 1852. They found that their families had eaten their last morsel of food that morning.
The weather had become very good by this time and the company made their way to Salt Lake without any further difficulty as it was down hill nearly all the way. This company arrived in Salt Lake Oct. 12, 1852, just 360 years after Columbus discovered America. William B. Adams settled in Tooele, Utah where on Jan. 5, 1853 he married Mary Angeline Tuttle, who was a sister of Norton Ray Tuttle. The Tuttles and William B. Adams had all been passengers on the steamship Mandan. They had all been residents of Harris Grove and had all traveled in the same company from there to the Salt Lake Valley. William B. Adams and his new wife became the first two school teachers in Tooele. They had two children. The first one was a girl born March 28, 1856 who they named Luvena Angeline and the second was boy they called Henry who was born sometime in 1859. I do not have the date of her marriage, but after she became old enough this Luvena Angeline married Orlin Henry Bates. Mother referred to her as aunt Luvena, and she is the one who in 1921 in her apartment gave me a photo of each one of my grandparents on mother's side of the family. One of these was her mother and the other was Andrew Hinck. Aunt Luvena and mother were half sisters. They had the same mother, but different fathers. Among the relatives that I have questioned, no one has a photo of Andrew Hinck. This one Aunt Luvena gave to me is the only one I have been able to locate. William B. Adams died in Tooele, Utah Jan. 6, 1861. After the death of her husband, Mrs. Adams married Andrew Hinck and they had two children: Eliza Adelaide Hinck who was born December 31, 1862, who was to become my mother, and George Alberta Hinck who always used the name of Adams instead of Hinck. No doubt his reason for this was that after his mother became separated from Andrew Hinck she took back the name of her first husband, Adams and raised all four of her children with the name of Adams, altho the father of the last two of them was Andrew Hinck. The mother of these four, who as a girl had been Mary Angeline Tuttle, moved rather late in life to Oakley, Idaho where she died in 1911. I think her grave would be in Oakley. The Story of Andrew Christopher Hinck Among the few of our ancestors that I know of, I think one of the most remarkable was Andrew Hinck. He was born April 25, 1815 in Copenhagen, Denmark. He was the son of Mortin Jorgen Hinck and Golfrida Elizabeth Moller. His father was a shoemaker by trade. His parents were married Oct. 5, 1814 at Frne Sogn, Denmark. Both of his parents were botn in Copenhagen. His father's birth occurred some time in 1792 and the mother's birth date was July 17, 1785. She was the daughter of Peter Andreas Madsen Moller and Anna Sorensen Krogh. She died March 3, 1857 in Denmark. It is believed that the family of Andrew Hinck's mother was German, and that they were responsible for the fact that he was sent to Germany in his youth, where he received a good education. His studies must have been quite extensive for they prepared him for two very different occupations, one was that of a veterinary surgeon and the other that of a millwright. He could draw the blue prints for a mill true to scale and then build the mill, either flour or saw mill. The necessary training to do these things also develops the student into a skilled machinist and cabinet maker. Altho Andrew Hinck never lived with more than one woman at a time he married three women during his life. My grandmother on my mother's side of the family was the second one. Both of his first two marriages ended in separation without divorce. When he married his second wife he had no other wife in the United States. He married both his second and third wives in Utah, where at that time no law prevented a man from being married to more than one woman at a time. To go back to his life in Denmark; this is a copy of his hand writing. It alone speaks volumes for Andrew Hinck. It is believed to have been written in connection with his studies in Germany, some time between the years 1835 and 1844. In the year 1844 he married Maren Anderson. In the year 1855 he joined the L.D.S. Church. Four years later in 1859 he decided to come to Utah. It seems that his wife was not as well converted to the Church as he was. She refused to leave Denmark. After arriving in America he bought a yoke of oxen and a wagon for the trip to the Salt Lake Valley, and later made several trips from Salt Lake Valley to the Missouri River, to help the most needy among the early Utah settlers to reach Salt Lake. Some time previous to 1861he had selected Tooele as his place of residence, for at that time he had been hired to take care of some sheep belonging to Mary Angeline Adams whose husband William B. Adams had died Jan. 6, 1861 leaving his widow with two children, Luvena Angeline and Henry who were mentioned before.
Some time after the death of her husband Mary Angeline and Andrew Hinck were married. Of the two children born to them one was to become my mother. She was called Eliza Adelaide Hinck and she was born Dec. 31 1862. The other child was a boy; George Albert born June 6, 1864. This marriage was not successful and they separated.
On April Fools day April 1, 1865 grandfather Andrew Hinck did something which must have fooled grandmother. At this time he was to become fifty years of age in twenty five more days, on April 25. What he did on that first of April was to marry Mary Gillilan Mathie in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City. They settled down in Tooele where they lived for the next twenty four years, during which time eleven of their thirteen children were born. Four of these children died and were buried in Tooele. Now pull your hat down well before reading the next few lines. This Mary Mathie who married Andrew Hinck when he was almost fifty years old was a fine intelligent girl sixteen years of age! The following is an exact copy of what one of her sons - Joseph Hinck wrote about his mother:
"Mary Gillilan Mathie was the daughter of Robert Wood Mathie and Margaret Baird. She was born March 8, 1849 is Glasgow, Scotland. She was the third child in their family of ten and was born about the time they joined the LDS Church. She was fourteen years old when they came from their native land to join the Saints in Utah. They crossed the plains during the summer of 1863. Due to the fact that the wagons were heavily loaded, mother walked all the way, about one thousand miles, barefooted. On arriving in the Salt Lake Valley she worked in a number of homes where help was needed and shared in the hardships and poverty of those early days."
While I was visiting Frank Hink, who is one of Mary Mathie Hinck's sons, I saw a large photo of this woman taken with her family after they were grown. That both she and her family were of first quality was plain to be seen.
In the year 1889 this family sold their home in Tooele and moved to Star Valley, Wyoming. Before leaving Tooele however, Andrew Hinck had two serious accidents. The first one occurred just after he had finished building a mill. As he reached to turn off the water power after making a test which showed that everything was ok, a moving belt which went around a large revolving wheel was close to where he reached to turn off the water. One of his sleeves was caught between the belt and the wheel. This caused him to be spun around thewheel at a high rate of speed and left him bruised and unconscious. One arm was broken in two places, his head battered and one ear torn off. After this he could hear with one ear only, and it could well be that this first accident was the real cause of the second one, for altho a man can hear a sound with one ear, he cannot tell the direction from which it is coming. While climbing a steep hill near Tooele, a log which was coming down a slide struck and broke on of his legs. The leg had to be amputated twice below the knee before it would heal properly. He made a wooden leg for himself which he wore the rest of his life.
From the time the family moved to Star Valley until the year of his death, the occupation of Andrew Hinck was that of a rancher. The last two of his children, Frank and Effie, were born in Star Valley. When his last child Effie was nine months old, Andrew Hinck died on September 28, 1894 at the age of 79 years. Those of his children who were old enough to know him well said of him that he always gave them a good example to follow. His grave can be found in the Thayne Cemetery, Star Valley, Wyoming. His young wife Mary died 32 years later on November 16, 1926 at the age of 77. Her grave is beside that of her husband.
Of the woman Andrew Hinck married in Denmark we know very little. The two he married in America were both fine women who came from fine families.
They had the following children:
M i Robert Henry Gold 1 was born on 22 Jun 1884 in Marion, Cassia, Idaho, United States. He died on 21 Apr 1981 in Cardston, Alberta, Canada. He was buried about 1981 in Cardston, Alberta, Canada. F ii Edna Adelaide Gold 1, 2 was born 3 on 21 Feb 1886 in Marion, Cassia, Idaho, United States. She died on 15 Apr 1953 in Cardston, Alberta, Canada. She was buried in Apr 1953 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. F iii Minnie Angeline Gold 1 was born on 7 Jun 1888 in Marion, Cassia, Idaho, United States. She died on 16 Jan 1970 in Cardston, Alberta, Canada. She was buried on 17 Jan 1970 in Cardston, Alberta, Canada. M iv Joseph Hyrum Gold (Jr.) 1 was born on 11 Mar 1891 in Marion, Cassia, Idaho, United States. He died on 24 Feb 1970 in Prob Payson, Utah, United States. He was buried on 28 Feb 1970 in Payson, Utah, United States.
Family records in possession of Violet Gold.
!Living Sealing Temple Records verified 1969.
!Mt. View ward records, film 14590 pt.16.F v Sarah Ann Gold 1 was born 2 on 17 Jun 1893 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. She died on 21 Apr 1964 in Prob Alberta, Canada. She was buried about 1964 in Innisfail, Alberta, Canada. F vi Emerett Gold 1, 2 was born on 11 Dec 1894 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. She died on 11 May 1897 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. The cause of death was drowning. She was buried in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. F vii Lille May Gold 1 was born on 20 Jun 1898 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. She died on 23 May 1954 in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. She was buried on 28 May 1954 in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. M viii Charles David Gold 1, 2 was born on 17 Aug 1900 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. He died on 17 Dec 1989 in Bountiful, Utah, Utah, United States. He was buried on 21 Dec 1989 in Salt Lake City, Utah, Utah, United States. F ix Velate Gold 1 was born on 6 Oct 1902 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. She died on 28 Aug 1948 in Prob Alberta, Canada. She was buried about 1948 in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. F x Lillie Mae Gold was born on 20 Jun 1898 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. She died on 23 May 1954 in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. She was buried on 28 May 1954 in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. F xi Vilate Gold was born on 6 Oct 1902 in Mountain View, Alberta, Canada. She died on 28 Aug 1948. She was buried about 1948 in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada.
Charles Denney Jr. was born on 11 Aug 1849 in Kingsland, Middlesex, England. He died on 10 Sep 1937 in Union, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He was buried on 15 Sep 1937 in Salt Lake City Cem., Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He married Sarah Ann Gold on 2 Dec 1872 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
In addition to 4 marriages, Charles was sealed to 6 more but his history doesn't have additional marriages, so likely the 6 were sealings only and no marriages actually took place (however, all 6 dates are during his lifetime):
- Emma Payne, sealed 24 May 1875 at Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
- Emma Taylor, sealed 24 May 1875 at Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
- Jane Collier, sealed 24 Feb 1873 at Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
- Elizabeth Hazelwood, sealed 24 May 1875 at Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
- Emily Jennings, sealed 24 May 1875 at Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
- Alice Leonora Newman, sealed 30 Jun 1926, Salt Lake Temple
Sarah Ann Gold [Parents] 1, 2 was born 3 on 11 Apr 1854 in Edgbaston, Warwickshire, England. She died on 18 May 1925 in Union, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She was buried on 20 May 1925 in City Cemetery, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She married Charles Denney Jr. on 2 Dec 1872 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
They had the following children:
F i Laura Alberta Denney was born on 2 Oct 1873 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She died on 29 Apr 1945 in Union, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She was buried on 3 May 1945 in Salt Lake City Cem., Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. M ii Abraham Brigham Charles Denney was born on 22 Oct 1875 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He died on 22 Feb 1880 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. F iii Minnie Elizabeth Denney was born 1 on 26 Dec 1877 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She died on 5 Feb 1932 in Emmett, Gem, Idaho, United States. She was buried about 1932 in Emmett Cem., Emmett, Gem, Idaho, United States. F iv Jessie Louisa Denney was born on 22 Feb 1880 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She died on 1 Apr 1953 in Boise, Ada, Idaho, United States. She was buried on 3 Apr 1953 in Emmett, Gem, Idaho, United States. M v Franklin Gold Denney was born on 12 Mar 1882 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He died on 24 May 1953 in Paul, Minidoka, Idaho, United States. He was buried about 1953 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
1. LDS blessing date 16 Mar 1882 at Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah.
2. 1920 census Acequia, Minidoka, Idaho, p 45:
Frank G. Denney, head, 37, m, wd (widow), UT-Eng-Eng, farmer
Anmon J. Denney, son, 13, m, Ida-UT-Geo
Raymond C. Denney, soin, 13, m, Ida-UT-GeoF vi Caroline Ruth Denney (twin) was born on 19 Jan 1886 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She died on 15 May 1970. She was buried on 19 May 1970 in Murray, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. F vii Naomi Ann Denney (twin) was born on 19 Jan 1886 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She died on 14 Dec 1947 in Emmett, Gem, Idaho, United States. She was buried on 18 Dec 1947 in Emmett, Gem, Idaho, United States.
Another record listed the 1st child for Naomi and Charles as Jennie Mae Stevens, b 28 Jun 1892 in Omaha, Nebraska, died 1966 in Huntington Park, Cal; who married Ralph Resin Ferguson of Van Buren, Arkansas (b 1881, d 1954)... but with a birthdate of 1892, Charles and Naomi were only 6 and 7 years of age. Perhaps the birth is 1902 but I have not been able to find Naomi and Charles in either the 1910 or 1920 census to verify Jennie Mae. With the last name of Stevens, if Jennie Mae is attached to Naomi and Charles she would have been adopted or from a previous marriage which is unknown.M viii Samuel Joseph Denney was born on 17 Mar 1888 in Union, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He died on 10 Jan 1968 in Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona, United States.
1910 census Union, Salt Lake, Utah, p 105:
Samuel Denney, 22, head, m, UT-Eng-Eng, machinist
Leona Denney, 17, wife, f, UT-UT-UT, 0 of 0 children alive at time of censusM ix John Denney was born 1 on 9 May 1891 in Union, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He died on 8 Oct 1981. He was buried about 1981 in Wasatch Lawn Cem., Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. M x Wilford Edison Denney was born on 5 Jul 1893 in Union, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He died on 16 May 1964 in Murray, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. M xi Henry Thompson Independence Denney was born on 4 Jul 1897 in Union, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He died on 18 Feb 1898 in Union, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.
Francis (Frank) Gold [Parents] 1, 2 was born on 28 Jan 1858 in Fillongley, Warwickshire, England. He was christened on 14 Mar 1858 in Fillongley, Warwick, England. He died on 27 Dec 1931 in Carson City, Lyon, Nevada, United States. He was buried 3 on 1 Jan 1932 in Carson City, Lyon, Nevada, United States. He married 4, 5, 6 Margaret Elisa (Eliza) Merrill in 1894 in Santa Ana, California, United States.
Other marriages:Hird, Amelia
1. BRANCHES OF THE TREE by -Charles David Gold (nephew of Frank Gold) - 1969. (extensive Gold history in Joseph Gold Sr (b 1852) who is the brother of Frank Gold.
... In the fall of 1920 I decided to go (for as long as my money lasted) to the BYU at Provo, Utah, to see if I could weld together a few of the missing links in my education. On November 8, 1920, I got on a train at Lethbridge, Alberta. While on the way to Provo, I stopped off at three different places to visit some relatives. My first stop was at Rexburg, Idaho where Uncle Frank lived at the time. He was in the business of supplying coal and kindling wood to his fellow townsmen. He had a very good looking family and one of his daughter, Irene, had been elected queen of some kind of a celebration which was put on during the summer of that year in Rexburg.
2. Frank Gold in 1910 census - Idaho, Fremont Co, Independence Prescinct: Frank Gold, head, 51, england; wife Amelia, 30, england; dau Sarah Ann, 12, Idaho; dau Golden B., 10, Idaho; dau Irene A., 6, Idaho; dau Ameriam (Marie in 1920 census), 4/12, Idaho.
1920 census Idaho, Madison Co., Rexburg p 267: Frank Gold, head, 61, England; Amelia, wife, 40, Irene, dau, 16, Idaho; Marie, dau, 10, Idaho, Ross A., son, 4 3/12, Idaho; Persian J., son, 1 3/12, Idaho.3. In 1910 census, living next dcor to Frank is Louis L. Gold, age 25 & wife bertha (presumably Louis is Frank's son by his 1st wife Margaret); and Frank E. Gold, age 27, Idaho (presumably another son of Frank (b 1859) and Margaret; and Frank E Gold's brother, Duvois F. Gold, 17, (presumably a third child of Frank and 1st wife Margaret).
Margaret Elisa (Eliza) Merrill 1 was born 2, 3 on 23 Jul 1860 in Union, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She died on 14 Sep 1901 in Rigby, Jefferson, Idaho, United States. She was buried about 1901 in Annis, Jefferson, Idaho, United States. She married 4, 5, 6 Francis (Frank) Gold in 1894 in Santa Ana, California, United States.
1. Born at Union fort.
They had the following children:
Francis (Frank) Gold [Parents] 1, 2 was born on 28 Jan 1858 in Fillongley, Warwickshire, England. He was christened on 14 Mar 1858 in Fillongley, Warwick, England. He died on 27 Dec 1931 in Carson City, Lyon, Nevada, United States. He was buried 3 on 1 Jan 1932 in Carson City, Lyon, Nevada, United States. He married Amelia Hird about 1897.
Other marriages:Merrill, Margaret Elisa (Eliza)
1. BRANCHES OF THE TREE by -Charles David Gold (nephew of Frank Gold) - 1969. (extensive Gold history in Joseph Gold Sr (b 1852) who is the brother of Frank Gold.
... In the fall of 1920 I decided to go (for as long as my money lasted) to the BYU at Provo, Utah, to see if I could weld together a few of the missing links in my education. On November 8, 1920, I got on a train at Lethbridge, Alberta. While on the way to Provo, I stopped off at three different places to visit some relatives. My first stop was at Rexburg, Idaho where Uncle Frank lived at the time. He was in the business of supplying coal and kindling wood to his fellow townsmen. He had a very good looking family and one of his daughter, Irene, had been elected queen of some kind of a celebration which was put on during the summer of that year in Rexburg.
2. Frank Gold in 1910 census - Idaho, Fremont Co, Independence Prescinct: Frank Gold, head, 51, england; wife Amelia, 30, england; dau Sarah Ann, 12, Idaho; dau Golden B., 10, Idaho; dau Irene A., 6, Idaho; dau Ameriam (Marie in 1920 census), 4/12, Idaho.
1920 census Idaho, Madison Co., Rexburg p 267: Frank Gold, head, 61, England; Amelia, wife, 40, Irene, dau, 16, Idaho; Marie, dau, 10, Idaho, Ross A., son, 4 3/12, Idaho; Persian J., son, 1 3/12, Idaho.3. In 1910 census, living next dcor to Frank is Louis L. Gold, age 25 & wife bertha (presumably Louis is Frank's son by his 1st wife Margaret); and Frank E. Gold, age 27, Idaho (presumably another son of Frank (b 1859) and Margaret; and Frank E Gold's brother, Duvois F. Gold, 17, (presumably a third child of Frank and 1st wife Margaret).
Amelia Hird was born about 1860 in Fillongley, Warwick, England. She died . She married Francis (Frank) Gold about 1897.
They had the following children: