After many years, I finally obtained a better photo of my Great, Great Grandparents. I only had a photocopy of their photographs and longed for something much clearer. Since I had the photocopy, I knew the original photos had to be out there somewhere. Finally, alas, a cousin has made these two photos available to me. Having said that, the photo of Milo Riley is only a portion of the photocopy I have, at least it is the head shot! I have also updated the original post (with the lesser quality full photo of Milo) regarding Milo and Mary Ann.
Jakob and Salome Schmid are pleased to announce the marriage of their daughter Anna Maria to Johann, son of Johann and Anna Wanner. Johann and Anna were married 6 June 1870 in Holzgerlingen, Böblingen, Württemberg.
Anna Maria Schmid was the third child of three born to the marriage of Jakob Frederick Schmid (he went by Frederick) and Salome Notter on 21 January 1849 in Holzgerlingen. Solome was 38 years old when Anna was born and died two and a half years later in Holzgerlingen. Anna’s father, Jakob, then remarried to Agnes Margarete Hasenmaier in 1852. Unfortunately, Agnes passed away a year and half later when Anna was barely over 3 years old. Jakob remained single as far as we know and raised the two girls and boy on his own afterward. Jakob was a weaver. Anna likely had few if any memory of either of her mothers. Anna was christened the same day she was born. Below is a picture of St. Mauritius’ tower in Holzgerlingen where Anna was christened. This tower has been there since the eleventh century.
Johann Georg Wanner was the fourth child of five born to the marriage of Johann Friedrich Wanner and Anna Maria Marquardt on 18 October 1845 also in Holzgerlingen. He was christened the next day in the same church as Anna.
Holzgerlingen is a small town and it is very likely that Johann and Anna knew of each other growing up if not more personally. Johann and Anna were married 6 June 1870 in the same church in which they were christened.
Johann and Anna welcomed a baby boy named after his father on 29 October 1870. Young Johann Georg was christened the next day in the same church, likely before a congregation seated in the below nave.
Johann and Anna welcomed Christina Wanner 30 March 1872 in Holzgerlingen. She was christened on 1 April 1872.
Between 1872 and 1873 Johann and Anna moved to Grünkraut, Ravensburg, Württemburg. This is about 50 miles to the south. We don’t know why they moved to this tiny town. It was in Grünkraut that Maria Magdalena Wanner was born 12 September 1873. She was christened 14 September 1873 but I do not know which church the family used in Grünkraut.
Johannas Wanner was born 23 June 1875 and christened the same day in Grünkraut. He died later that year on 5 November 1875. He was buried at Atzenweiler according to family records, but I cannot find this place so it must be an area nearby Grünkraut.
Johannas Frederick Wanner came 28 July 1878 and was christened on 3 August 1878. He died 12 November 1878 and is also apparently buried at Atzenweiler.
On 30 March 1879 Johann and Anna welcomed Luise Sophia Wanner. Christening followed 6 April 1879 in Grünkraut.
Jakob Frederick Wanner appeared 14 January 1881 with christening 23 January 1881.
Fred told a couple of stories I think proper to share here. I cannot verify accuracy or the time frame. “They left the farm work to Grandfather and the children. They used the milk cows to do the farm work and then would milk them morning and night. They also got wood from the forest for fuel. It rained a lot in Germany so the out buildings were connected to the house. One time Grandma went downstairs to get some fruit. She reached over and touched something hairy and she thought it was the devil! It was a cow that had wandered down from the barn. Dad didn’t talk much about his life as a child but he did say he got a drum for Christmas and then it would disappear about New Years Day and he would get it for Christmas again the next year. He may have been joking. The family belonged to the Lutheran Church and was very religious.”
Pauline Wanner arrived 1 April 1884 in Atzenweiler and was christened 10 April 1884 in Atzenweiler.
Gottlop Wanner showed up 18 June 1886 in Kronhalden with christening 29 June 1886 in Atzenweiler.
Lastly, Wilhelmina ended the caravan on 12 September 1887 in Atzenweiler and was christened 19 September 1887 in Atzenweiler.
During the summer of 1890 LDS missionaries visited Grünkraut. The missionaries apparently visited with Jakob, Anna’s father. The missionary showed Jakob the Book of Mormon and Jakob took the missionaries home with him. The missionaries lived with the family for a time and the Wanner family was converted. Johann Georg Jr was the first to join the LDS Church on 11 July 1891. Johann Sr, Anna, Christina, and Maria were all baptized 16 October 1891. Jakob, Anna’s father, joined 22 February 1892.
Johann Jr emigrated to America with Elder Theurer. They went to his home in Providence, Cache, Utah. We don’t know who Elder Theurer is, but he helped Johann Georg, now John George, find employment with Fred Nuffer who lived in Mapleton, Franklin, Idaho. Elder John Theurer had converted the Nuffer family in Germany, so it was likely a sibling of John who helped find John Jr his employment.
In 1893, the family emigrated from Germany. John, Anna, Christina, Maria, Luise, Fredrick, Pauline, Gottlop, and Wilhelmina all departed Liverpool, England on 3 June 1893 on the Arizona. They arrived on 13 June 1893 at Ellis Island in New York, New York, New York. Immediately, the family caught multiple trains through Chicago and Salt Lake with the last stop at Franklin, Franklin, Idaho near where John Jr met them with a wagon. The family arrived at Franklin on 18 June 1893 where John took them in to Preston. It was in Preston that Luise, Fred, and Pauline, were baptized 7 June 1894. Gottlob followed on 6 June 1895 with Wilhelmina 6 August 1896, all in Preston.
The family immediately began to integrate with society. Christina married Charles August Nuffer 1 February 1894 in the Logan LDS Temple. John Jr married Eliza Stirland 14 November 1894 in the Logan Temple.
Maria, now Mary, married William Addison Wagstaff 17 June 1896 in the Logan Temple. Luise, now Louise, married Jeffery Marcelin Bodrero 16 March 1898 in the Logan Temple. John Jr remarried after divorce to Regina Frederike Nuffer 31 August 1898 in the Logan Temple. Jakob, now Fred, married Mary Elizabeth Carter 30 September 1903 in the Logan Temple. Pauline married William Henry Crossley 14 December 1904 in the Logan Temple. Wilhelmina married Moses Bodrero 18 December 1907 in the Logan Temple. Gottlop married Rebecca Hicks 16 November 1908 in Preston.
The Wanner family purchased a farm from John Nuffer, a brother to Charles and Regina, near Glendale, Franklin, Idaho. Fred purchased the farm from them around 1910. John Sr and Anna moved to Logan where they were living at 791 North 500 East when the 1910 Census was taken (the whole family was in Preston city limits for the 1900 Census). On the 1920 Census I believe they lived at 304 East 500 North, but the census is unclear exactly what street 304 is on, but going from the pattern of the census taker I believe it is the address I have listed.
John died 16 February 1922 of pneumonia in Logan. Anna listed their address as 272 East 400 North in Logan. He was buried on the 19th in the Logan Cemetery. She also died of pneumonia but on 9 December 1929. She was living at the same address when she passed away. She was buried 12 December 1929 next to her husband.
Here is another photo from my friend’s collection that piqued my interest so I did some research on it. The sign on the front of the building says “WELCOME” with “Clifty Memorial Assn” written beneath. The back of the photo just said “Clifty Memorial”. The photo appears to have likely been taken while Dick Ashcraft was in the military during WWII.
The building is the Old Clifty Church located in Jackson Township, Greene County, Indiana. I even found a link with some more history of the church. Apparently the church has been in this location since 1867. Unfortunately many photos are not as easily identified as this one. Hopefully the family can further identify more of the unnamed photos before Dick is gone.
I thought I would write on my Great Grandfather’s brother in anticipation of his birthday, he would be 125 this year. Growing up, I never knew of Uncle John Nelson Jonas likely because nobody in my family ever knew him. He passed away at the ripe age of 30 in 1918, a victim of Influenza. The family knew of his widow as she lived on Main Street in Richmond, Cache, Utah and associated with their children. Since I have some pictures of his family, I thought I would make them available. My Great Grandfather Joseph Nelson Jonas did not live to be much older and so personal memories of him were lost many decades ago as well.
John Nelson Jonas was the fourth of seven children born in the marriage of Annetta Josephine Nelson and Joseph Jonas 14 August 1888 in or near Ellensburg, Kittitas, Washington. He was christened 10 September 1888 at St. Andrews in Ellensburg. About 1896, John’s mother, Annie, went to the Eastern Washington Hospital for the Insane in Fancher, Spokane, Washington (she is listed as Ann J Jonas). She was in and out of hospitals throughout her life but as John was one of the older children, he would have known his mother a little better.
Annie got out of the Eastern Washington Hospital 31 October 1899 and went home to Ellensburg and continued to be a handful for the family. The family on the 1900 Census was in Cle Elum, Kittitias, Washington. Although that census does not include Annie and the census that year has Joseph Sr in both Cle Elum and Spokane about two weeks apart in June 1900. Annie must have been back in Fancher. Annie’s sister, Charlotte, visited in 1901. Due to Annie’s mental and emotional state, and with Joseph’s approval, the Jonas family went to Utah to stay temporarily with Annie’s brother, Nels August Nelson. Uncle August lived in Crescent, Salt Lake, Utah and the Jonas party arrived 3 July 1901 from Washington.
Joseph for one reason or another went back to Washington with the oldest child Margaret. Nels suggested it was legal issues; it might have just been the farm that needed attention. Annie’s issues were such that Nels and his wife, Fidelia, signed an affidavit of insanity and had her admitted to the Utah State Hospital 1 November 1901.
Joseph had been raised as a Catholic and Annie Nelson had been raised LDS. Annie decided she did not like LDS men and wanted to marry a Gentile and did so. The children were raised Catholic in Washington. Now in Utah, Uncle August made sure the children learned about the LDS faith. The three boys, John, William, and Joseph, elected to be baptized LDS on 10 January 1902 in Crescent by their Uncle August in an ice-covered Jordan River. All three were confirmed 12 January 1902 by Jaime P Jensen. Rosa joined 6 February 1902, also in Crescent under the hand of Uncle August in a hole chipped in the Jordan River. Margaret did not join as she stayed near her father in Washington.
In 1904, Rosa married a boy, Christian Andersen, from Richmond. They married in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah. They moved to 137 E 100 S in Richmond. John and his brothers resided with Uncle August until after their mother passed in 1907, then they would regularly and for prolonged periods stay with Rosa in Richmond. William and John were both ordained Elders 6 January 1908 in Crescent. In Richmond, both were again ordained Seventies 19 September 1909 by Charles Hart (1866 – 1934, 1st Council of Seventy). John was endowed in the Logan LDS Temple 1 October 1909 and left to serve in the Southern States Mission. He left 10 October 1909, arrived at Chattanooga, Hamilton, Tennessee 18 Oct, Montgomery, Montgomery, Alabama 21 Oct, and formally starting 25 October 1909. The 1910 Census lists John at home in Crescent.
I understand John attended Brigham Young College in Logan but I don’t know any of the details of when or if he graduated. Nellie told her nephew, Ellis Jonas, that John was the only one of the brothers who could keep a level head. Just remember the source of that compliment – his wife.
John met Nellie Armina Andersen, a cousin of Rosa’s husband Christian, while staying in Richmond. Nellie and John fell in love and were married 5 June 1912 in the Logan, Cache, Utah at the LDS Temple.
The above photo indicates it was taken in Salt Lake City at Cusworth’s Studio. We don’t know the occasion, but it must have been something to dress up for, or just a sitting for a portrait. Either way, the photo was shared with my Great Grandmother.
The wedding announcement in the Logan Republican on 25 June 1925, “On June 5th Mr. John Jonas and Miss Nellie Anderson of this place were married in the Logan Temple. Mr. Jonas is managing his Uncle’s farm at Murray, Utah. After a family reception at the home of the bride’s mother, Mrs. Armina Anderson, the couple departed for Murray where they will make their future home.”
John and Nellie had three children.
Calvin Andersen Jonas born 6 August 1913 and died 17 June 1991 both in Richmond. He married Viola Florence Chapman (1921 – 2006) on 30 March 1957 in Elko, Elko, Nevada. Calvin lived in his mother’s home until he passed away and then Viola remained in the same home until her passing. It was Calvin who took the land and created a trailer park on the rest of the property to the welcome or chagrin of Richmond. Calvin and Viola did not have any children, although Viola brought children to the marriage from her previous marriage. I last visited Viola about 2005 and Viola had her daughter Dixie living with her to take care of her, the trailer park, and their ceramic store.
Melvin Andersen Jonas born 13 March 1917 in Richmond and drowned 16 Jul 1944 in San Marcos, Hays, Texas while he was in training at San Marcos Army Air Field. Apparently he had just married Doris Everts on 17 March 1944 somewhere in Texas. It is not believed they had any children. Melvin was a lieutenant in the Army.
John and Nellie purchased a home 3 April 1917 on the corner of Main and 200 E in Richmond (now 195 E Main). The entire lot one, block 25 of Richmond City came with the home for $1,200.00. They moved in when Melvin was only a few days old. When John registered for the World War I Draft, he indicated he was a laborer at Utah Condensed Milk Company in Richmond.
I have included a copy of the full Draft Registration. It is interesting to note John’s signature on the first page.
Nellie became pregnant and while with their third children tragedy struck. John caught the spreading Influenza virus in the epidemic of 1918 and passed away shortly before Christmas on 19 December 1918 at home in Richmond. Nellie gave birth to their last child months later.
Our cousin, Carvel Jonas wrote of John’s death, “‘Prior to 1974, 38 major flu outbreaks had been recorded, including the disastrous pandemic in 1918 which attached an estimated 500 million people, leaving 20 million dead,’ according to Science Digest March 1975. The severity of the 1918 pandemic was due to the fact that it lasted for more than 14 months; ordinary epidemics in the average community last no more than six weeks before running their course,’ quoted from ‘The Encyclopedia of Common Diseases, p 722; by the Staff of Prevention Magazine, co 1976′. Unfortunately John was one of the estimated 20 million who died.”
Carvel also writes, “Before John died he would play hide and seek with his two boys. After John died the boys thought that their father was still playing the game and would try to find him when Nellie would come home.”
His obituary in the Deseret News stated, “Funeral of John Jonas. Richmond, Dec 30 – Funeral services were held Sunday for John Jonas who died of Pneumonia, following influenza. Mrs. A. A. Thomas and W.J. Thomas of Salt Lake furnished music. The speakers were Bishop P.N. Nelson, Bishop J.L. McCarrey, and A.S. Schow. The deceased is survived by a wife and two small children and several brothers and sisters. The flu conditions have so well improved that the local health board has permitted the opening of places of amusement.”
Armina Andersen Jonas was born 5 March 1919 in Richmond and died 30 March 2011 in St. George, Washington, Utah. She married Don Farnes (1916 – 1978) 10 March 1937 in Logan. Don was gone by the time I was born, but I remember stopping to visit Armina at her home in Kimberly, Twin Falls, Idaho with my Grandma in the late 1980′s. I stopped the last time in Kimberly about 2008 shortly before she moved to live with her daughter in Southern Utah.
Nellie remarried to Arnold Thornley (1893 – 1969) on 14 April 1926 in Logan. It must not have been a very long marriage as very few seemed to remember him.
Nellie continued to live in their home until she passed away 11 December 1953 in Salt Lake City of myocarditis.
Her obituary stated, “Nellie A. Jonas – Richmond, Cache County – Mrs. Nellie Andersen Jonas, 64, died Friday night in a Salt Lake hospital after an operation. Born July 26, 1889 at Richmond, daughter of George and Armina Carson Andersen. Resident in Richmond entire life. Married to John N. Jonas in 1912, in Logan L.D.S. Temple. He died in 1918. Active in L.D.S. Church…” I need to get a copy of the full obituary to share it.
John and Nellie are buried together in the Richmond Cemetery. All three children are buried within a stone’s throw. John’s father and Nellie’s parents are also a stone’s throw away.
The other day I took Aliza out for a walk in the stroller. It was only the two of us and we went on a bit longer walk than normal. We rounded the corner near Paul Elementary and started up this sidewalk. My personal memory of Paul, Minidoka, Idaho only extends about 28 years into the past for this little town. However, my historical and genealogical memory of this town extends a bit, in some instances back to the founding.
As I walked up this little sidewalk I found myself in my memory riding down this sidewalk on a bicycle many years ago. Looking at the sidewalk, I would be willing to venture that it is the same concrete. Indeed, up ahead at the end of the cinderblocks on the right, you can see part of the foundation for the old Adams Building that used to stand here. I found myself remembering that building and what a sad day it was when it had to come down (the easy route is to always tear them down). Interestingly enough, Mr. Adams was the son-in-law of Henry Schodde whose name is well-known in the area and whose family still haunts this town with its presence.
Immediately across the street to the left is the building that I attended Kindergarten (not in the picture). The tiny building is now a self-serve laundromat. Who would have thought a Kindergarten would become a laundromat. For the most part, the building is just as it was when I was there.
Across the street behind the stop sign is an old gasoline, service/repair station that has been there since the 1920′s, 1930′s. Only in the last 10 years did they remove the old gasoline pumps I remember being there as a kid. The other buildings part of the lot are newer, probably of 1940′s vintage, but one of them still reads “Alignment” on the back with an old tire stand remaining. Even as a kid I imagined what it must have looked like in its heyday. I do not know the last time the building ever was used for commercial use, but I see a door open once in a while, or that at least someone is doing something within. What secrets might still be locked in there?
Across the intersection diagonally is an empty lot. But I know there used to be a lumber yard there at one point, and then some type of granary at another. It was this lumber yard that my Great Grandmother Ethel Sharp Ross (previously Streeter) purchased the lumber to build her confectionery that was located, I believe, within the same block just beyond the water tower (which is in the picture). Just beyond the now solitary light pole on the left side of the road was a butcher shop. I still remember the iron beam that hung out the front of the building for bringing in of the beef. I must have been 4 or 5 the first time I remember being inside and seeing the meat hanging from hooks, the coldness of the freezer, and the sound of the saw slicing through the flesh and bone of an animal.
I remember the cat/monkey woman who supposedly lived in one of the old buildings between what was then the vacant lot in my youth of the lumber yard on the corner and the butcher shop. I do not recall seeing any cats or monkeys, but I remember her and the smell that came with her. There was a building that was missing somewhere in the row, supposedly from a fire. That building had previously been the Post Office.
The first building on the other side of the street now used to be the Paul City Offices. I remember going in with my mother to pay our city bill. I remember attending City Hall Meetings there as part of school and Cub/Boy Scouts. I even remember help organizing the Christmas Light drive, sale, and auction where the City of Paul replaced its Christmas lights with the now present fixtures, the old ones now relegated to the very street in this picture. The two-story building beside it used to house the firehouse, now a car repair and auto-body shop. In there I learned first aid and CPR for the first time. In there we met firefighters, learned safety, and helped prepare for charity drives. We also got the tours of the firetrucks which any boy loved. Just beyond the old firehouse is the Masonic Lodge which must still have the same sign it did 30 years ago, it has not aged well.
On the same side of the street beyond the old garage mentioned above is what has been a bar as long as I could remember. Beyond it is the Old Paul Grange, whose use I am still not certain. The old writing of the Grange still shows and the building does not seem to have been used beyond the 1940′s. I don’t know who owns it, but that would certainly be a building that would be a time warp to enter. Some of the front reminds me of pictures of my Great Grandmother’s store, Streeter’s Confectionery and I wonder if I might not have its place mistaken. I am certain, but it is probably just a wish that something of her past remains on the street that Paul seems to have so fully discarded.
Just beyond the Grange and on the corner of the same block stands the old Paul State Bank. It was Mikey’s Bar while I grew up but the monogram in the brick work leaves no mistake, it was once a bank. It is this building that I wanted to buy to open my law practice. Restore the building, set to building a practice, and leave behind a preserved part of Paul’s quickly dwindling architectural past. The owners were not interested and so I watch the building hoping it does not age beyond repair. I look at it every time I enter or leave the Post Office. Maybe some day, but then again it is probably for the best. Burley is likely a better place for a law practice.
The post office stands where it does today having been dedicated about 1962. I mentioned the missing building between the butcher and the monkey woman where the Post Office used to stand. Anyhow, President Kennedy was still President and J. Edward Day was Postmaster General when the new building was dedicated, the plaque says so. This is of interest only because he served such a short time and it was during his tenure that the zip codes were established, giving Paul its 83347. Inside this post office I remember going to our PO Box 12 and turning the knob for the combination and retrieving the mail. Mom had to hold me up because it was near the top. We eventually discarded our PO Box at our new house about 1984 and then the Post Office got the now present key boxes. It was also this Post Office that the swinging door took two of my fingers clear down the bone. When I walk in the Post Office and sometimes I can remember the horror as I watched the lady cutting away some of the mangled skin with scissors and the sewing it back together with some of her hair. How many people do that today? The scar is still there.
I remember being told that Connor’s used to be in the space between the now present Post Office and the old Hotel, of which only the first floor remains. Connors of course moved out near the interstate in the 1960′s and I believe their present building indicates its construction decade. Then of course the old Hotel Building which in its day claimed full plumbing, something that was very new about 1920. The second story has been removed, the first floor looking very enclosed and lost since its long past heyday. There was a safe/bank deposit on the east side only about 15 years ago, even now it has been removed and bricks fill the void. Pictures of the building show that it was once lined by large window stores that opened out to Idaho Street. Now it is just a brick building, its façade completely lost to time. It is my understanding that the now present Idaho Street was once Main Street. Now it is Idaho Street, Main Street intersects it at the intersection immediately in front of the picture (also 600 west of Minidoka County).
Like many historical towns the relied on the railroad to such a degree, this town apparently also had shops and buildings that faced the railroad. I do not believe any still exist, or at least if they did, not in my lifetime. One thing is for certain, what was once a bustling town center has now turned into a blight. I am not sure Paul will ever recover any of its lost past or achieve much of the character it has lost, but I can hope.
This street continues down through a part of Paul that once contained many houses built and provided by Amalgamated Sugar. I do not know if any of those homes remain after relocation. I tend to believe the one I once lived in the first few years of my life was one of those homes. I doubt we will ever know.
Looking at this picture it seems inconceivable that Paul once contended to become the County Seat. The vote if I recall was somewhat close but eventually lost out to its then slightly larger neighbor to the east, Rupert. Contrasting the two towns now is somewhat embarrassing but both have their difficulties. Rupert has maintained its identity through the decades and seems determined to keep it. Paul seems to just let the winds of change sweep in whatever they bring.
Funny enough, behind me in this picture stands Paul Elementary. The current building replaced the earlier building which was once Paul High School. Minidoka County in an ingenious move consolidated all the high schools in the County to form one high school, Minidoka County High School (known as Minico). By doing so they promoted efficiency and order that has carried them now well for over 50 years. Cassia County has debated the same and still deals with the costs and difficulties of four separate high schools. While a larger county, I have to tip my hat to Minidoka County for their foresight and planning. It just seems a bit sad that Paul and Minidoka County seem to have lost some of that vision they once had.
Then again, I am only young. I don’t know anything beyond my experience. But I hope Paul will improve and focus on important things for the future. A new city park certain improves the feeling of community, builds the common good, and helps build a city from the ashes of its past. I hope it will continue to improve and not neglect its past. Indeed, I hope the letterhead from my Great Grandmother’s store will someday again be true. Notice the monogram of the bank and go check out the building.
Here is a photo from the mission log that I still find humorous and I thought I would share here. There are not many photos that I can absolutely pin down its location, but this is one of them (with obvious assistance within the photo). The shop is located in Skelmersdale, Lancashire, England. I just looked it up on Google Maps and the shop is still there although zooming in on Google you can see they have changed the advertising in the window. Which is probably likely to happen in the 13 years since this photo was taken. However, I hope the photo is clear on why it was comical to Americans. I will not comment on how many questions this window provides to my mind. The photo was taken in the fall of 2000.
Most of you are likely already aware, but I try and post something each week. Some weeks you can tell I have less time and these types of photos although not really historically important to me provide great fodder for filling weeks when necessary.
I stumbled upon this postcard from a friend’s artifacts and thought I would make it available. This post card was written and mailed 11 March 1924.
The thing I found interesting about the photo is that I had always understood that when the original American Falls Dam was completed in 1926, that it was the first dam on the Snake River in the area. Looking closer at the photo, you can see that is not the case. There is the weir across the back of the picture likely for the power plant you can see in the picture in front of the train bridge (which is still there). You can also see the Oneida Milling and Elevator Company’s grain elevator in the background above the train bridge, which elevator today stands completely surrounded by water. The current water level is somewhere near the height of the train bridge in the picture. The power house and weir are also still there today but both have seriously deteriorated since this picture. The rest of the town you can see in the picture was moved up the hill so as to not be flooded. The postcard mentions the move of the town before the completion of the dam. The other thing that is curious is the date stamp for the 7th, which means this letter was likely mailed on the 7th (Friday) at some other location and made its way to the formal post office in American Falls, Power, Idaho on the 11th (Tuesday) to be properly stamped. Where was this card mailed from, or is there another explanation?
The back of the postcard is address to “Miss Agnes Fyfe” in “St anthony Ida.” The writing says, “Please excuse this and Ill write against soon. Dearest Friend will drop you a card to let you know I am still alive would have wrote sooner but this is the first time I have stopped long enough Landed in american falls yesterday and I guess Bob will get a job here They are starting to move the town but are not doing a whole lot yet with Love DVA”
Some background on the sender and recipient of the postcard. Agnes Fyfe was born 25 April 1903 in Archer, Madison, Idaho and died 9 May 1994 in Rupert, Minidoka, Idaho. Dale Vern Ashcraft was born 19 February 1899 in Lagos, Caribou, Idaho and died 4 August 1975 in Rupert. These two lovebirds married 23 December of 1924, later the year from this postcard. Were they engaged by this point? Both of them were buried in the Hilltop Cemetery in Nyssa, Malheur, Oregon. The other interesting part of this postcard is it provides the handwriting of Mr. Ashcraft.
Thomas and Margret Mordecae Watkins are pleased to announce the marriage of their daughter Margret to David Jordan, son of Benjamin and Mary Evans Jordan. David and Margaret were married 21 September 1839 in Merthyr-Tydfil, Glamorganshire, Wales.
Much of the history below is taken from the sketch written by David and Margret’s granddaughter Martha Evans Anderson (1870-1930). I have fleshed it out with dates and additional detail from source documents.
Margret Watkins was born 10 September 1816 in Merthyr-Tydfil. She is believed to be the second of 5 children born to Thomas and Margret Watkins. We really do not know a whole lot about Thomas and Margret Watkins. A number of stories have survived which are shared below.
David Jordan was born 7 February 1820 in Merthry-Tydfil. He is the first of four known children born to Benjamin and Mary Jordan. Just like Margret’s parents, we really do not know much about this family. At least minimal family history dates or stories have come down regarding either line.
Benjamin and Mary Jordan “were of a religious turn of mind and taught the Bible when he was just a boy, refined and of a gentle manner.” Mary Jordan passed away in April 1843 when the family was still young. The family consisted of David, Jane, Sarah, and John. The Jordans were “a very refined and considered High Class people and of a high moral and religious character. They were always proud of their personal appearance, always well dressed.” The brothers were “devoted brothers, they lived and worked together with kind and friendly for each other. When David and Margaret had children they all lived as a loving family together…this brother was named John Jordan.”
We really do not know anything of the Courtship between David Jordan and Margret Watkins. “At this times Wales was in a prosperous condition and David and Margret were soon settled in which was very comfortable and spacious. They had an extra room so that his father and one brother could live with them in their home. His father lived only two weeks, when he died. His brother continued to live with David and his wife.”
“Margret (Watkins) Jordan lost her mother when she was very young, leaving her father with a family of small children. While the family was without the mother’s care, Margret met with an accident which left her with a crippled arm for the rest of her life. This happened when she was about 2 years old…when her sister was carrying her on her back, when she slipped and fell. Margret cried for days from pain before they learned that she had a broken arm at the elbow. It had already started to set, it had been so long since it happened that they thought the child could not stand to have it rebroken and set properly, so it was never properly taken care of.”
“Margret’s father married again and brought into their home a most worthy and wonderful new mother to the children. Grandmother used to tell us that she never remembered her real mother but their step mother was all that our real mother could have been.”
“When Margret was still in her teens and because of her crippled arm, she was apprenticed in a school for sewing. The sewing at that time was all done by hand, they had no sewing machines. Margret took to that kind of work very readily and was very satisfied to become a very good seamstress, while still a very young woman. She was able to construct some of the finest work in the area.”
“Margret had a blind brother who learned to play the harp. He was often requested to play, to entertain for groups at entertainments. He carried his harp with him everywhere he went. He was employed to play at different places and went alone to his employment places with his harp. He became very popular and was loved by all his friends and family.”
“Margret continued to follow her trade as a seamstress after her marriage to Grandfather David Jordan, because she was very popular among the people of her community for her sewing. As her family duties increased on her time, they had six children, two of which died in infancy, she gave up a lot of her sewing and devoted most of her time and energies to her family responsibilities.”
“David and Margret were among the very first in their area to embrace [T]he Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They were baptized [18 January 1849]. Their children all grew up in the church.”
At this time there was a large branch of the Mormon church in their area of Wales. “Their family was very faithful and devoted to their new church. David was a good singer and also a composer and poet.” He composed a number of beautiful poems. One song was in honor of the Prophet Joseph Smith. “As children, we remember hearing him sing this beautiful song, the music was very sweet and the words were all in Welsh. We only understood it in part, but there was just something about the song that touched us very deeply.”
When they embraced the LDS church they had two little children, Mary and her older sister Gwyn who were 3 and 5 years old. They were raised in the LDS church and were baptized when they reached 8 years old.
David and Margret’s first son was Thomas Jordan born December 1840 in Merthyr-Tydfil and dying June 1841. We know very little about this little boy.
The first daughter was Gwenlliam Jordan born 2 August 1842 in Merthyr-Tydfil. She was baptized in August 1851.
The second daughter was Mary Watkins Jordan born 5 December 1844 in Merthyr-Tydfil. She was baptized 1 January 1852.
“David was a coal miner. He and his brother went to work every day in the coal mines. They were paid good wages at the time, so they did very well economically.”
“One day David’s shift in the mine interfered with his Priesthood meeting so he traded shifts with a friend of his. He was the secretary of his group and felt like he should attend his Priesthood meeting. Grandmother Margret told us that she remembers the incident very well. It was a beautiful day and all was peaceful and calm. Then at 9:30 am word came there had been an explosion in the mine. People rushed to the place and it was soon learned that a large number of miners had lost their lives in the explosion and among them was David’s friend who was working in his place. This was a great sorrow for David. He loved this man very much and he was there instead of David.”
“As time went on, conditions changed. Little by little the miner’s wages were reduced causing hard times. Then there were strikes putting them out of work entirely for months.”
“Their two girls had by now grown into their teens. They found employment and became independent. There was also two little boys in the family.” These two boys would have been David and Thomas.
Charles Jordan was born 3 November 1848 in Merthyr-Tydfil. He died in December 1848.
Margret Jordan was born 26 Jul 1850 in Aberdare, Glamorganshire, Wales. She died in June 1852.
David Moiah Jordan was born 7 June 1854 in Merthyr-Tydfil.
Thomas Jordan was born 17 March 1857 in Merthyr-Tydfil.
Ann Watkins Jordan was born in 1861 and we do not know how long she lived.
“Margret now returned to her sewing again to support the family during the hard times. In a few years, the two girls got married and came to Utah, leaving their parents and the two brothers in Wales. This happened in 1864.”
I have previously written about Gwenlliam Jordan and her marriage to David D Williams at this link.
“David and Margret had now been members of the LDS church for 20 years. They were however very happy and contented until their daughters left for America. They were also making every effort to join their daughters in Utah.
“Then they were made very sad by the death of their youngest son. He was 11 years old. Many of the members of their church had gone to Utah and they were feeling lonesome and sad.” David Moiah Jordan died 14 October 1865.
“The Elders that served as missionaries in their area always found a big welcome in the Jordan home, even in the middle of the night would stop by and found a welcome and told them that it was like coming home.”
“They themselves were making every effort to prepare to go to Utah themselves. They were planning to sail with the next company of Saints that were to leave by ship for New York.”
“It was now 9 years since their two daughters had gone to Utah. One day the Elders called on them and told them that the next ship would sail in three weeks. They counted their money which they had saved and it was not enough. So they decided that they would have to wait for a later sailing date, until they could accumulate some more funds.”
“When they had secured the money they needed, they sent word to their daughters of their plans so they would expect them.” The Jordan’s departed 29 July 1872 from Liverpool, Lancashire, England.
“After a lazy and weary journey crossing the Atlantic Ocean, they landed in New York City, on the 13th of August 1872 and remained in New York with their 15 year old son. They found employment and remained there until October. They received a letter from their 2 daughters containing money for them to continue to Utah. Some of the money came from their daughter Mary’s husband, who sold his team of horses to get the money to send to them.”
They arrived in Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah on 10 November 1872 “after visiting in Ogden with their oldest daughter Gwenie Williams, and then they continued on to Brigham City where their daughter Mary Evans lived. It is useless to try and describe how happy they all were to be back together again after 9 years of being apart, and praying for the time when they could all be together in Zion.”
“The first winter in Utah was very hard on them because of the extreme cold temperatures and the abundance of snow. It was particularly hard on Grandfather David because he was used to working underground in the coal mines of Wales.”
“Their daughter Mary and her husband William Evans were living in their two room log cabin at 1st East and 3rd South, just one half block south of the First Ward Meetinghouse. They had 4 children by now, Margret, Mary Jane, Martha, and Abraham, who was just one week old when their grandparents arrived in Brigham City from Wales. These newly arrived grandparents remained with William and Mary and their 4 children in their small home the rest of the winter of 1872.”
“At this time the railroad was being built from Ogden to Logan and the three men, Grandfather Jordan, son-in-law William, and the 15 year old son (Thomas) of David and Margret Jordan, all found work building for the railroad. It was very difficult for David and his son to endure working out in the awful cold weather through that first winter.”
“Two years later, William Evans purchased another house on a large lot. The house had 4 rooms in the Third Ward at the corner of 3rd West and 3rd North. It was on the northwest corner of the intersection. When they moved into the bigger house with their 4 children, they sold the old house to David and Margret who lived in their log home for the rest of their lives.”
“They lived comfortable and made it very attractive and comfortable. They were neat and tidy people and they kept a beautiful garden which they were very proud of and they produced a lot of products for their table.”
“They were very interesting people to talk to and had many interesting and the conditions and memories of their lives in Wales and the extensive knowledge and testimony of the gospel, made it always a pleasure to visit with them.”
“As time went on they worked at many different things that there was to do around Brigham at that time, which was all real hard labor.”
David and Margret attended the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah to receive their own endowments on 10 October 1878. David and Margret were sealed to each other the same day.
“Their son Thomas grew into manhood and they decided that they would build themselves a better house. They erected the foundation and bought as much of the material for the house as they could the first year, with hopes that the next year they thought and hoped that they could continue building the house.”
“However, the winter came and there was no work to be had for them. Their son Thomas decided to go to Evanston, Wyoming to work, putting up ice, and they had some relatives. He obtained employment in one of the coal mines near by. He was doing well and was very happy there with the thought that he would be able to help his parents with their new home building.”
“This was not to be because Thomas was severely injured in an accident and word was sent to his parents at Brigham City. His father, David, went to Evanston to see his son but Thomas died just one hour before his father arrived on February 28, 1880.”
“This was a great sorrow to Thomas’ family and destroyed all their hopes for completing their home building plans. When spring came, David sold all the building materials that he had accumulated for their new home, spent the rest of their lives in the original small log house.”
“Their sorrow over the loss of their son weighed so heavily upon them that it changed their life’s hopes for the future. However, their faith and convictions in the gospel and the LDS Church which they accepted in Wales; and the trust in their Heavenly Father never failed them. Faithfully they continued to attend all their church duties and their testimonies grew and were wonderful to hear them speak.”
“Grandfather David was able to adapt himself to most any kind of employment; and with the products of their well kept garden and the fruit that he raised in the years at their home, they had a comfortable living.”
“They also took a great interest in the Temple work of the church and were some of the first to attend the new Logan Temple after its dedication in 1877.”
“They had their family genealogy all in order so that when the temple was ready, so were they. They traveled to Logan often to do temple ordinances for the members of their family and stayed a week at a time on many occasions to do this temple work.”
“This work of love continued until David’s health began to fail, but he continued to obtain information and prepare records on the members of their family for the work to be done in the temple for their dead ancestors.”
David and Margret were sealed to all their children in the Logan Temple 27 June 1888. Gwenlliam and Mary were both happy to be physically present for the occasion. All of the other children had passed away prior.
“Grandfather David Jordan’s life came to a peaceful end November 26, 1893 in Brigham City, Utah. So peaceful and sweet was his passing away that our family can be proud of that dear old Grand Sire. He was the first fruits of the gospel in our family.”
“Grandmother Margret was not the last one in their little home, and she felt the loss of her companion very keenly, but she was visited and comforted by her living daughter and grandchildren. She wanted to continue living along in their home.”
“It had been 25 years since she and her dear husband came to live in that little log cabin; and there she wanted to stay until she could go to join her dear departed companion.”
“She lived another 7 years after her husband died.”
“She died November 19, 1902, at home in Brigham City, Utah. She was buried in the Brigham City Cemetery beside her beloved husband.
A side note at the end of the above: “This was written by granddaughter Martha Evans. This story was copied from a note book, in the hand writing of Martha Evans.” “It is probably a repetition of the story I have previously translated from his hand-written record that I have previously had translated and distributed some years ago. However, I am sure that it is more more in detail than the one I translated previously because there is much more of it. Yours truly, Wesley Anderson 10 May 1986″
Gwenlliam passed away 3 September 1900 in Slaterville, Weber, Utah. Mary passed away 8 December 1923 in Brigham City.