I received this history a few years ago. I will provide it as it is written (only minor edits). I have written before regarding Fred’s parents Johann George (John George) Wanner and Anna Maria Schmid.
“(This History is written by Jacob’s daughter – Eva June Wanner Lewis – with the information sent in by Brother Fred, and Sister Mary Ann, and her own sweet memories as well as information from Histories of Brothers and Sisters.)
“Jacob Friedrich Wanner was born January 14, 1881, in Gruenkraut, Germany, the 7th child of Johann Georg Wanner and Anna Maria Schmid. They had a large family consisting of five boys and five girls. They were quite poor so Grandfather went to work as a road overseer. This left the farm work to Grandmother 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 – 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 Year’s 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.
“In the summer of 1890 the Lord sent a man along the street in Gruenkraut where Grandpa worked. He was a missionary from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. He talked to Grandpa a long time and showed him the Book of Mormon. He spoke in German. When it came dinner time Grandpa took the missionary home and said, “We’ll see Mother.” From that day the missionaries stayed in their home and the family was soon converted. They joined the church in 1891.
“Uncle George was baptized in July 1891 and went to America with one of the missionaries, Brother Terrell from Providence, Utah. Brother Terrell helped him find a job to provide for himself. He got a job with Fred Nuffer in Glendale. Grandfather and Grandmother and the three oldest girls were baptized in October 1891. Louise and Pauline were baptized in June 1894, Gottlob in June 1895 and Wilhelmina in August 1896. Dad was baptized in Preston or Franklin, Idaho, on June 7, 1894, by Lars C. Larsen and confirmed a member of the church by Austin I. Merrill on June 7, 1894. He was ordained an Elder by George C. Parkinson on September 27, 1903, and was married by Thos Morgan on September 30, 1903, at the Logan Temple.
“The family left Germany to come to America so they could worship the way the pleased. It was a long, uncomfortable trip. They took the train to the Rhine River and then boarded a boat and traveled up the Rhine, a journey of about 3 or 4 days. Then another train took them to the North Sea where a ship sailed them to Amsterdam, Holland, and then on to England. At Liverpool they boarded a ship and were on the ocean for 13 days. Dad was 12 years old when they crossed the ocean and told us of the rough sea. He had to hang on to his bunk with both hands to keep from being thrown to the floor. He said he sure got sick of eggs.
“They arrived in New York and stayed there for 2 days. Then they went to Chicago for a day and a night. They then rode a train straight through to Franklin, Idaho, which took six days. They arrived the 18th day of June, 1893.
“Uncle George and Fred Nuffer (the man he worked for) met them with a buggy and wagon and took them to Fred Nuffer’s place in Cub River. They stayed for a while with the Nuffers and purchased a farm from John Nuffer in Glendale.
“When Grandpa and Grandma moved to Whitney they sold the farm to Dad. I don’t know if Dad or Grandpa build the sandstone house. It had a kitchen, two bedrooms and a pantry. It had a hand pump that pumped water from a spring. Mary Ann and some of the children were born there.
“Dad met and married a lovely young girl, Mary Elizabeth Carter on September 30, 1903, in the Logan Temple. They lived in Whitney, Idaho, until they bought the farm. They worked hard to improve their farm and many times she helped him in the fields. They built a three bedroom brick house that stood for many years until fire destroyed it years later. Dad had a Delco generator in the garage so we had our own electricity.
“They had a lovely family, five girls and three boys: Laverna C., Fredrick D., Lorin C., Florence E., Joseph J., Erma C., Mary Ann and Grace C.
“IN 1923 – Elizabeth died leaving seven children. The youngest was almost 2 years old. Laverna got married so that left Erma and MaryAnn to take care of the baby. Erma would go to school one day and MaryAnn the next. It was hard. They tried to leave her with Aunt Ethel Barrington in Riverdale, but she got so lonely and cried all day so they went and got her. Then Dad hired Eva Christensen to come and work as a housekeeper. As time went on Dad and Eva (my mother) fell in love and was married June 26, 1925, in the Logan Temple. They had five children: Carma C., L. Bertus, Eva June, Lyman G., and Stanley C. We had a happy family life and dad always saw to it that we went to church and did what we were suppose to do. He went when he could. He always paid his tithing and other offerings. He was honest in all his dealings.
“Dad was the first one in Glendale to buy a car. We children were used to horses so we would say, “Gid up, Gid up” when we got in the car. About this time Dad was struck by lightening but was not harmed.
“Dad owned or had a share in the thrashing machine. They would go around to all the farmers in Glendale and thrash the grain. Then we would fix a big meal for all the men. It was a real fun time for the children but a lot of work for the adults. Dad worked as an oiler or on the thresher and had part of his finger taken off. When we were little he told us a fox bit it off!
“Dad was a good farmer. He took pride in all his work. He raised hay, barley and wheat. He always had 10 or 12 dairy cows. He also had horses, pigs and chickens. For many years we separated the cream from the milk in the old separator. Then Dad took the cream to Preston to sell it along with the eggs. In later years we had the milk truck come and pick up the milk so we didn’t use the separator anymore. He also bought a grain chopper and prepared his own feed for the animals. We had a big raspberry patch and used to sell raspberries for 8 quarts for a dollar. Dad always had a big garden and a big potato patch. He had a root cellar to keep potatoes, carrots, squash and apples over the winter.
“In the early 1930’s Dad bought silver foxes. He built a high fence so they couldn’t get out. He took great pride in his fox furs. They were always excellent quality! I remember watching him cure the furs and he took great care to make sure they were done right. Dad always kept his barnyard as well as the rest of the farm in good repair and very neat. His fences were always mended.
“Dad always took time out of his farm work to go to Franklin to celebrate Idaho Day on the 15th of June. We would take a big picnic lunch and spend the day. We rode the carnival rides and had a good time. He always took us kids to Downata to go swimming when we finished first crop of hay.
“Dad liked a good joke… I remember how he would laugh. He loved the radio and his favorite programs were Gang Busters, The Old Ranger and of course the news! We all had to be quiet when the news came on.
“Dad was very active and was always working except on Sunday – there was never any work done on Sunday except chores. He loved the Sunday paper. He always bought the Denver Post. It was a real shock to us when he had his heart attack because he was so active. It happened one day when he was working in the barn. We were all frightened and I called the neighbors to help us get him to the house.
“After that he had to be very careful so he sold the farm and moved to Preston. They lived just down the street from MaryAnn. He seemed to miss the farm and would putter around the yard.
“He died at the age of 74 on August 25, 1955. He was buried in the Preston Cemetery.