Sunday, July 14, 2013

History of Sarah Amelia Wilson Sanders

I unintentionally took a month off from blogging.  After fifteen straight weeks of posting my Grandpa Loren Squire's history I could not decide what to post about next, but I knew it was time to get back at it today.  Here is a brief history of my Great-Grandma Sanders life in her own words.  


HISTORY OF SARAH AMELIA WILSON SANDERS

Born: 25 October 1876 - Millville, Utah
Died: 12 February 1968 - LaVerkin, Utah

NOTE: Grandma’s sentence structure and grammar are retained for authenticity. She was self taught, except for 3 months of night school in someone’s home.~LoRene Squire Turner

On October 25, 1876, at Millville, Utah, a white haired baby came to Morris and Sarah Elizabeth Isom Wilson. There were four families there when I came to this land. Soon after I was born, a boy seven and one-half years old came to see me and said he wanted to see Sadie Labelia and said that was the girl he was going to marry. That was Will Sanders.

When I was three years old, I would take my cup and go down to the corral and ask my dad to give me some milk so it would make my hair black. I would get it right from the cow. My, it was good.

Everything went along just swell until I was five years old and my parents missed me. They looked everywhere for me where you would think a kid would go, then they started to think about the stable. My dad had a wild horse there and was trying to break it to make it work. They went into the stable and the wild horse was eating out of the manger. They looked quite close to the horse's head and there I lay sound asleep in the hay. They were quite relieved I was alright. Dad couldn't get near the horse to put anything on its head. It was that wild.

When I was five or six years old, I loved to be around chickens. I would drive the old setting hen off her eggs and sit on them. One day I went down there and they were hatching. I put the chickens in my pants that buttoned at the knees. Ma asked why I did that and I told her 1 wanted to keep them warm.

I was baptized when I was nine years old, on a Saturday, by John Isom in the Virgin River. On Sunday, Brother William Haslem blessed me in Virgin meeting house.

I just loved horses, and all other animals. I had a very flowery life. I would drive the cows on a high mountain that was by our place in the morning and go get them at night. I was nine or ten years old at the time. Lots of times a coyote would run across my trail, but I wasn't scared.

I was about twelve years old when I saw a bull fight, I had climbed a high mountain where I had lived at Mountain Dell and when I heard the bulls talking, I decided to climb a tree. They fought right under the tree. It was a wicked fight; one broke his horn. They stopped fighting, and I got down and thanked my Father in Heaven for saving me.

One day mother and us kids cut and put out two or three scaffolds of peaches to dry. A flood came down the creek and washed them all away. It also washed our wagon down the creek. There was two hard days of work gone and nothing to show for it. We found the wagon and a few boards.

Another time I went to Kolob to work for Wrights. They went to Kolob to make cheese and butter. I milked thirteen cows morning and night for four months. It rained most of the time, and we walked in mud up to our knees.

When I was thirteen, I went to my first dance. I was almost as big then as I am now. I was full grown. After that I always had a boy take me places. Mode Gibson took me on my first date to Virgin, I rode behind him on horseback. We went to a dance.

After that Joe Ott took me. I went with him until he went on a mission. Then I got started with John Reeve. They lived at Duncan's Flat which was a town then of about 12 families. He'd ride a horse over to see me. The horse's name was Shotgun. The people of Duncan's Flat moved to Hinckley.

We didn't have books to read except the bible. I longed for boys and girls to play with. When we moved to Mountain Dell I had two girls to play with, they were my cousins. Their names were Em and Maggie Isom. Emma was my age, we had great times together. We taught each other how to dance. We would throw Grandma Isom's out-house door down and dance on it. All three of us could play the harmonica.

When I was fourteen or fifteen, I went to night school one winter and Uncle Sam Isom taught us reading, writing, and arithmetic. It was held at Aunt Kate Isom's house.

After that, I got a place to board in Virgin. Mrs. Wright didn't want me to come home with any boys so I quit school. I was there only three months. I thought if she didn't let the boys bring me home from Mutual I would quit. That was all the schooling I had. I had to learn the hard way and have a strong testimony of the gospel which has helped me over the rough spots.

When I was sixteen years old I went with Lizzy Humphries to Beaver to work. We worked for $2 .50 a week. I worked with a family that was called Smiths, their kids were going to summer school at the Old Post just outside of Beaver (army post turned into school). One day I was doing their house work and was all done at the time Mr. Smith came in the house. He was half drunk. He showed me a five dollar gold piece and said if I would go down to his other home he would give it to me. I said no, I wouldn't go, so he started after me. I ran around the table a few times and then I ran through the door to Tanner's place where I was boarding. Chep Tanner was a widower and he took me places. We started going together and I quit work. He wanted to show Mr. Smith up, but I told him no because I didn't want to get my name in the papers. Mr. Smith was quite a rich man. He had lots of cattle. When John Sanders was up there peddling fruit, Lizzy and I asked to come home with him. I had $8.00 and brought it home. That was when Morris was going on his mission, and I gave him $4.00. This was the year 1882. When Morris was going to see his girl, I broke down and bawled because he was going away. When he wanted his horse to go see his girl in Virgin, I had to catch it because he got mad too easy and beat it. I was what you might call his angel. Chep kept writing to me and my mother put a stop to it because he was too old for me.

John Reeve found him a school teacher and wrote and told me he was going to get married. He told me to go with Will Sanders because we were both good. This made me mad. John was my first love. I then started going with William Sanders. Some of the time I would go see him when he didn't have a horse to come and see me. I would hike up to see him on Sunday and that was my afternoon pleasure. Then Will would bring me home. I never went with any other boys after that, only Will.

Will peddled in the summer and worked on the Hurricane ditch in the winter. He courted me while he worked there. I would take Dad's team and bring the boys home Saturday night and back to work Monday morning early so they would get a day's work in. It went that way two winters.

I was married April 14, 1897, to William Sanders. I was married by Bishop LeRoy Beeby at Aunt Alice Isom's home in Virgin City, Utah. We had a party the next day after we were married and had a nice time. We moved to Millville (the same house I was born in). We were married in the St. George temple, April 27, 1897, by George Q. Cannon.

I bottled peaches in the summer. I had to carry all the water I used the length of a block and throw sand and wash on the board by hand.

That summer we had a horse with a colt. I was left home to tend it while Will went peddling. While he was gone Aunt Eunice Sanders stayed with me. One night we heard a noise down at the barn. We went down to the stable and the colt was sick. I felt so bad for it and we were out of a team so I knelt down and prayed for it and the Lord to help us. When I got through praying, I got up and the colt got up with me and went over to the manger and started eating. It was all right after that and I thanked the Heavenly Father for saving its life for I thought it was almost dead. They said it had a belly ache. I dried fruit that summer and worked all summer.

During the winter we didn't have any shingles on the roof of the house so we put a wagon cover on top because we were expecting a baby. The night Clarence was born two or three feet of snow fell. Grandma Isom was with me. He was born the 17th of January, 1898. They put shingles on the roof the next day while I lay in bed.

Almost every summer after that I dried fruit and worked at everything we could to make a living. We lived in Millville five or six years. We had a dog and sent it up the creek to get the cattle. Then Will would open the gate and let them in. The dog always just brought our cattle and then it would take them back to the pasture the next day.

October 3, 1899, Amelia was born. Aunt Alice Isom and Grandma Elizabeth Isom and Will's sister Julia were with me.

Mary Campbell (Will's sister) lived in Hinckley and had broken her leg. Blood poison set in and she died. We were going to Hinckley to take her place to help take care of her family. So we loaded up and got to Ma's place and Will took awfully sick. He had quinsy (bad sore throat). He was sick for a week, and we made up our minds we wouldn't move and went back home. That pleased them all for us not to go.

We lived up at the old ranch for about two years. We were very happy. We had got so we could live without money. We stayed home and dried fruit and raised cane and cotton for our living. I got two pair of blankets from the cotton. They were made at the Washington Cotton Factory.

Maggie was born on November 22, 1901.

Clarence, Amelia, and I went out to feed out eight hens and one rooster one day, and while we were feeding them a wildcat jumped right in the middle of them and grabbed a chicken. I let out a yell and made for the wild cat. We ran down the hill to the mill raise, the cat jumped the ditch with the chicken and me right after it. When he jumped he dropped the chicken. I ran for the chicken and he ran for it, but I beat him to it. I picked the chicken up and swung it over my head to frighten it away because he was there just a snapping. Pretty soon he decided to leave me and went across the creek and up on a little ledge and set there growling at me. I took the chicken and went back up to the house. Jet Campbell had a shed between their house and mine and he had a gun there. I stepped in and got this gun. I said, "Oh, I wish I could shoot it," and my sister-in-law, Eunice, was there. She said, "Don't shoot that, don't shoot that or I'll shit!" We took the chicken and chopped its head off and had it for dinner.

Lots of times I would go down where the chickens were and there see a coyote inching off with a chicken, but I couldn't get the chicken or coyote. One time something was taking our chickens and I couldn't find out what it was so I set a trap and I caught a skunk. I was curious where its little pack of stink was so I wanted to find out. I got a big long stick and decided I'd find out for myself where it came from. I reached over and thought I would touch the skunk. Its tail came up and a little green liquid spurted towards me. I got away as soon as I could. It didn't touch me but the smell did. I found out where the stink came from anyway.

On another occasion, I was setting under a cottonwood tree. It had some big yellow bugs on it. They wanted to get from one limb to another so they formed a chain and went from one limb to another. They made it. You get quite a kick out of watching dumb animals for they are very smart.

There was one time we were very bad off, we had wheat in the wagon and it had rained for several days and we were out of flour. Ash Creek had a big flood in it and also the Virgin River. We had to eat shorts bread (flour and bran together). We had a big family but our boys and girls were very good to help. They knew how to work and we had the old way, no electric stoves and fridges. We had a cupboard with gunny sacks all around it and water in the top that leaked down the sides to make it cool. I kept butter cool that way. We had a lovely garden most of the time.

Another time we were just starting to set down for dinner and the house started to shake. We ran outside and the rocks were coming down both sides of the mountain. Someone said it was an earthquake. It was the same time the awful earthquake hit Chicago.

One evening we just sat down for supper and we heard some awful yelling and hollering down the canyon. We stepped outside for we could hear Indians coming and we knew they were drunk. It wasn't long until an Indian showed his face at the window. He came to the door and said, "Me want hay for my horse." Will said, "I haven't got no hay." The Indian said, "You have." And Will said, "Just a little bit for my horse." The Indian walked away growling.

That night when we were in bed, I told Will someone was in the house. We had the three children sleeping on the floor. I said there was someone on the children's bed and Will picked up his shoe and said, "If you don't get out of here you son-of-a-gun, I'll kill you!" Come to find out it was an Indian. He rolled out onto the porch drunk.

One time I was cleaning the children up for a Thanksgiving party, the clothes were hung in a cupboard-like closet with a curtain in front of them. I held the curtain back and reached in, and in doing it, I held the candle too close and the curtain caught on fire. Maggie got the milk strainer and ran to the tap and brought it back, but it was empty. I saw the chamber by the bed. The fire was going right on, so I picked the chamber up and threw its contents over the ceiling. It put out the fire and saved our home. (A chamber is a pot with a lip around the top that was used as a toilet).

On April 2, 1903, we moved to LaVerkin. We had a one room house on our lot, which was not broken. One wagon brought all the furniture we had to use. We had just been there a few days when we were out to the lot, which was covered with sagebrush, and Clarence thought he'd start grubbing the brush up so we could have a garden. He was six years old. He brought the grubbing hoe down on Amelia's head and cut quite a gash in the top of her head. It frightened us pretty bad, for it was quite deep. We cut the hair away and put turpentine on it. It got better without any ill effects. The closest doctor was in St.George, so we couldn't get one. The scar is still on her head.

The first two or three years we used to pick pomegranates and glean Thomas Judd's almonds. That's the way we got some.

Moroni was born October 18, 1903. Mrs. Bringhurst from Toquerville was with me. He was the first boy born in LaVerkin. We were making molasses at the time our boy was born. We were in one room and no screens and warm weather and we had four children so you can see how crowded we were. But worse luck, there were lots of flies. We would blow the light out and it would sound like a beehive. There were no trees at that time. We lived through it and were glad to have a cottonwood shed and that made it better. We took molasses to market to get our flour and what we lived on. We lived in one end of town seventeen years and moved to the other end of town called Judd Town.

In the year 1903, I was getting my baby to sleep when a knock came at the door. A lid of a shoe box was thrown in the room and on it read, "Come outside naked and face the north or I will kill you!” I ran out­side and called Uncle George and while he was coming I ran around the house. We didn't find him, and I never found out who it was. I sure was scared, the night was very dark.

Ervil was born January 7, 1906. When he was quite a small kid Will's mother took awful sick with sugar diabetes. Will had to be with her quite a bit and she died while Ervil was quite small.

When Ervil was two years old, he had a very bad sick spell. It was called indigestion and bronchitis. While he had this we had to call the doctor over the phone and doctored him this way. One day we went to the phone five times. Doctor Clarence Woodbury was the doctor. One day he got real bad and the doctor told us to give him sweet milk and molasses as an injection as a last resort to get his bowls to move. He told us to come and tell him if the moved or didn't so he could tell us what next to do. Whenever he got worse, we had the priesthood administer to him several times. When we told the doctor Ervil had a movement, he said, "Thank God, your boy will be all right." When we started to feed him he got over his craving. He'd cry from one feeding of milk toast to the next until we'd give him two tablespoons every two hours. He pulled out of it just fine.

Cecil William (Bill) was born November 3, 1907. Let Wilkie waited on me. She was the one that suggested naming him Cecil and I put the William to it. Bill had a bad sick spell when he was four years old — typhoid fever. We had to wash our hands after touching him and bury everything that came from him because it was catching. It was through the power of the priesthood that he was saved. Another time, Bill came off Kolob and his appendix had broken. We found that out when we got to the St. George Hospital. He just about lost his life, but the hand of the priesthood and good doctors saved him.
Owen was born July 16, 1909. I was awful sick after he was born with a heart spell. It was three months before I could do very much. We had Lola Lee come and work for us a week or two.

Lucelle was born December 17, 1912. Sister Darty waited on me (Brother Joe Haslem's Father's sister.)

Delma was born May 15, 1917. Delma had pneumonia three times when she was a small kid. We were starting up to Davis County to see Amelia and Loren with a load of molasses and she took sick when we got to Cedar. We stayed with Maggie Haslem for a week. When she got well enough we went on up to Bountiful, Davis County. It rained and snowed most of the time. When we were going through Salt Lake, it was snowing like all get out and our car had a big chunk out of the hind wheel. On the hard road it went clunkity-clunk. It sure made a noise. We went over to Davis County and a good friend of Loren's took us up in his buggy (Brother Davis).

Loren and Amelia decided to come back with us. We had deep snow all the way. DeLance was a baby then, only five weeks old, and the snow was on the ground. When we crossed the U. B. Dam we had to back the car and drive it in the snow and then we would mash it down. We didn't make much head­way and when we got to the other side of Kanara, there was a block of snow and we had to be pulled through it. We were two days coming home in the car it was so bad. We could have made it in one if it hadn't been so bad. We got home in November. We were gone about two weeks. Clarence and Hazel were tending the kids. They sure were glad to see us. DeLance had whooping cough and for a long time we thought we would loose him, but he finally got all right. Delma, who was still a baby, took whooping cough and had pneumonia at the same time. We just about lost her, but she finally got all right. I can say the Lord was very good to Will and me, but I always put my trust in him, and he never failed me.

Amelia and Loren bought a place and started to keep house. They lived kinda slim, and they thought it wasn't all sunshine but they were patient, so now they have things more handy.

Clarence was married to Hazel DeMille on September 3, 1918. Amelia was married to Loren Squire, October 22, 1918. Maggie married Orson H. Barnhurst on May 5, 1921. Moroni was married to Mildred Zabriskle on April 15, 1924. Ervil was married to Belva Bringhurst on May 10, 1932. Cecil was married to Norma Stout on June 14, 1930. Owen was married to Thora Ballard, September 12, 1930. Lucelle married Alien Humphries June 25, 1930. Delma married Cecil Dutton June 10, 1938. All of them married in the Temple.

Our ward was organized September 4, 1904. I was chosen as President of the Primary on September 4, 1904 and held that office for thirteen years. Three years in that thirteen I had a perfect record. I raised nine children while I held that office. I resigned from being president and was put in teacher after two or three years, I was put back as first counselor to Sister Lyda Elder and held that position for two or three years , then put in as teacher again (forty-five years).

I held the office of teacher in Primary every year but two since the ward was organized. In the meantime I was second counselor to Minnie Wilson in the Relief Society in the year 1919 and held that office till the year 1925. I have been a Relief Society teacher since 1904. I was put in as President of the Relief Society in 1930 and was released in August 1938 on account of poor health. I was Relief Society magazine agent for Seven and one-half years.

My brother was bishop for twenty-three years (Morris Wilson).

All my life I have tried to help in every way I can. I have taught in Sunday School over sixty years, and I have given over 100 books for perfect records.

In 1923, I used to wash and lay out the dead. I used to help Sister Hattie Woodbury cover coffins for the dead. In 1930, or around that date, I was set apart to wash and lay out the dead.

When I was a girl, I head Sister Jepson speak in tongues.

I saw our prayers answered in behalf of the blind seeing. Hilda Sanders was blind and we fasted and prayed for her and the same day she could see.

We had Aunt Alice's goods to sell, and had the first store in town. We sold all kinds of merchandise for several years.

I was Captain of the Crystal Cave of D U P eight years. I was captain in 1942. This helped them with the book called Under the Dixie Sun.

On January 23, 1940, Will fell with a partial stroke and we found out his kidneys were bad. He couldn't walk for some time. Then he got so he could walk with a crutch, but he fell and broke his rib and got so bad the eight children sent us out to Kanab where we were in the hospital for a week. Will got a little better, but couldn't walk. I wasn't well so we had to have a hired girl. So we had Stella Lee for two months. Then we got Vilate Hardy to come and help us. We sold five acres of land so we could take care of Will and me. I got better and our grandkids came and stayed every night until Will died January 1, 1941. He died of sugar diabetes. When Will died I wasn’t very well and still got worse and when I was sixty-nine years old I was operated on for gall bladder trouble. After that I have been fine most of the time and still have done my share of the work in the ward. My class and I have gathered nuts on the church trees. The money we got went for chairs for the church and a sacrament set for the bread and water.

When Wayne Wilson went in as Bishop he told me to see that flowers were there every Sunday. I only missed three Sundays in six years, and I feel quite proud of it. All fifty some odd years I have tried to have flowers on the stand (in the summer months). I love flowers and I would take them to the sick. I have always had nice flowers until 1956 when it was so dry and hot.

There are a few things Will did in his life time. He went to Salt Lake three times with a team and took dried peaches. That was when he was twelve years old. He was always a good boy to his parents. Will had a very hard way to make a living. He peddled after he married me and he was away a lot. In all his dealings he always played fair.

He was counselor to Brother R. P. Woodbury in the Mutual and when Brother Woodbury moved over to Hurricane he was released. He was on the board and tried in every way to help out. He paid his share in the playground and paid over a $1,000 on our new meeting house, or had the boys do it. He never refused a donation or anything. Lots of times we paid the last dime we had, but it would be for a good cause and we knew we would get some more.

When they got to shearing sheep out at Goulds Wash, Will hauled wool to Lund with four horses and two wagons and sometimes he hauled with one team. He always had good horses and he always kept his things in good shape. Once when he had two loads of wool all ready to take to Lund, Will Brooksby was with him, and Will took a catch in his back. He had Clarence take the two wagons and handle the four horses and go to Lund. Will Brooksby said he would take care of him and he did fine, but oh, the worry.

Another time Will had taken a contract to haul wood for a bunch of convicts. They were working on the road and were camped over at Hurricane. Will got his back knocked out again and we had a very wild horse in the team, but Clarence took the team and we got Will Stout to go and help him haul. Will had his own team, it was storming but they had to go as that bunch of men had to have wood. It was real muddy, but they made it. Clarence worked hard and he sure did fine and saved the day.

Those were a few of the hard jobs we had, but the Lord did bless us even if we had to work hard. That winter was a cold stormy one!


My father lived with his Grandma & Grandpa Sanders to help them in their poor health.  He lived with them from about the age of 6 to 13.  The picture below shows the relationship my dad had with his Grandpa Sanders.  Grandpa Sanders was a hard and gruff man, but dad said that Grandma Sanders made up for it with all of her love and kindness.

William & Sarah Sanders with DuWayne Squire

                                                                     

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Loren DeLance Squire Family History Chapter 15

Loren D and Amelia Sanders Squire: 1964 at Sandra's Reception
This is the final chapter of my Grandpa Squire's History. I have enjoyed getting to know my Grandpa better. I am so glad that he took the time to record special events in his life. My special memories of my Grandpa include the following: the wooden blocks that he made that I used to build and play dominoes, his gravely voice and sweet smile, his rough whiskers, his flannel shirts. Grandpa died the night before my second son, Derek, was born. He died on the 24th of July in 1991. I will always cherish the positive sweet memories of being with him and grandma in their loving LaVerkin home. Thank you Grandpa for leaving us with words of wisdom that you gathered and lived by throughout your life.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN MY PHILOSIPHY OF LIFE

I will use in this chapter the following definition of Philosophy: "a system for guiding life."

From the time I was a boy of twelve years of age I have been collecting proverbs, sayings, and quotations that have appealed to me, and which have been a guide in my way of life. I do not intend to make this lengthy; but will try and follow this proverb, "Words are like sunbeams, the more they are condensed the deeper they burn." This is one proverb I have always attempted to use in preparation of talks etc. I am a firm believer in this statement: anyone who thinks by the inch and talks by the yard should be removed by the foot.

One of the first on my collections was a proverb carved on trees and board fences by my older brother and read: "Do not be a problem, be an example." Most all proverbs and etc. are self-explanatory so will not attempt to add to the wisdom of the wise of the past.
Benjamin Franklin said, "If you would have many friends, praise men and flatter women." One defines flattery as soft soap and soft soap is ninety percent lye. However I don't ever remember of meeting one man or boy who did not have at least one good trait that he could be praised for. Pick that good trait and praise him for it and you will not be false in your praise. And again I don't ever remember of meeting a girl or woman without there was something lovely, good, or nice about her that she could be complimented on without it being false flattery. For instance, I heard a very beautiful young lady sing a solo, her ability to sing was far from soothing to the nerves, yet she flushed with pleasure when I told her she was a beautiful singer...again, another young lady who was sadly lacking beauty in her features, yet had a very lovely voice was very thrilled, after hearing her sing, to have me tell her she sings beautifully. Occasionally I find the combination and can say, "You are a beautiful singer and you do sing beautifully." 

I do not know of anything you can do in life that will pay better dividends than a word of praise to anyone for a job well done. However, give this word of praise to them while they are alive and can hear you say it, don't wait until they are dead and say it at the Funeral. In fact, these few lines are some of my choice ones: 

DON'T WAIT
When I quit this mortal shore, 
And mosey around this earth no more, 
Don't weep, don't sigh, don't grieve, don't sob, 
I may have a better job. 
Don't go and buy a large bouquet, 
For which you'll find it hard to pay. 
Don't hang around me, looking blue; 
I may be better off than you. 

Don't tell folks that I was a saint,
Or any old thing that I ain't. 
If you have dope like that to spread, 
Please hand it out before I'm dead. 
If you have roses, bless your soul, 
Just pin one in my button hole 
Today while I'm alive and well, 
Don't wait until I'm dead and gone to !


Here are a few of my favorite ones of Benjamin Franklin's:
Fish and visitors stink in three days... 
Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, half closed after
Glass, china, and reputation are easily cracked and never well- mended 
search others for their virtues, thyself for thy vices
Beware of little expenses, a small leak will sink a great ship
The end of passion is the beginning of repentance 
The doors of wisdom are never shut. 
Here are three that I remember Uncle Axel Tullgren quoting: 
Work for a reputation and it will work for you.
Credit is one of the best things you can have; but one of the poorest things you can use. 
When a neighbor remarked one day that I was a very lucky man to have seven sons to take care of me in my later years, he said, "Well I've never seen a kitten bring a mouse to an old cat yet." 
Here are others: 
Following the line of least resistance is apt to make men as well as rivers crooked.Sow a thought; reap an action
For you girls, peaches that everybody handles, nobody wants to buy.
With some people you spend an evening, with others you invest it.
Happiness is like jam, you can't spread even a little without getting some on yourself.
Social tact is making your company feel at home even though you wish they were.
Worry is interest paid on trouble before it falls due.
Of all the things you wear, your expression is the most important 
Flirtation is paying attention without intention.
A contract is an agreement which creates an obligation.
Unlike horses, the wildest girls are the easiest to pet
If you want your wife to be an angel, don't treat her like the devil.
Santa Claus is the only man who pays any attention to silk stockings when there is nothing in them.
Watch your temper, the emptier the pot, the quicker it boils.
A soft answer turneth away wrath, but grievous words stir up anger (proverbs 15: 1) .
Mud slung is ground lost .
So much down usually means so much to keep up.
If you see good in most people, most people will see good in you.
Vacant lots like vacant minds often become the dumping grounds of rubbish.
It has never been so dark and cloudy, that the sun did not shine again. 
When you pray, Lord, I will keep on rowing, you steer the boat.
Work is the yeast that raises the dough. 
A shady business never results in a sunny life.
A lady is a woman who makes it easy for a man to be a gentleman.
Criticism is one of the few things people would rather give than receive.
The best way to break a bad habit is to drop it.
As we live this life, we all leave footprints in the sands of time, whether you leave the imprint of a great soul, or just that of a heel, it's up to you. 
Visiting the Old Manti Home
Nov. 1988: L to R. DuWayne & LoRene Turner, Scott, Jerald, DeLance, Don, Phil, Sandra Howard, Adrien; Front Loren D. and Amelia S. Squire


Sunday, June 2, 2013

Loren DeLance Squire Family History Chapter 14

As my grandfather is coming to the close of his written history he shares a brief review of his short-lived call to military service, work and church service.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN EVENTS IN OUR LIVES


I hope sometime to write a history of events in the lives of my family. However, at this time I will just briefly give a few dates and things of interest ...

First, our Military Life:

I and my new bride had just been settled in our home in Bountiful when I got my call for induction into the army of the U.S. to report at the state Capitol in Salt Lake on November 11, 1918. When I got to Bountiful to catch a car into Salt Lake, the bells were ringing, and horns blowing. I stepped into the phone office where the operator was pushing and pulling cords and shouting, "Peace is Declared!" I got a line to the ranch and told Amelia the good news and then went on into Salt Lake and found the city had gone wild. Everything that could make a noise was in use. Cars and trucks filled with people had the streets jammed to a snail's pace. I had difficulty crossing the street, but finally made my way to the Capitol where I was told to go back home and if they wanted me they would send me another call. I finally got a car back to Bountiful with the good news. That was the last I heard of my induction.

DeLance and Phil had joined the National Guard in St. George while going to college there. DeLance resigned to go on his mission. Phil was inducted with the guard into Federal service March 3, 1941 at the age of 18 and spent four years and seven months in World War Two, most of it in Europe. He was honorably discharged in Port Devon. Massachusetts. October 7, 1945 as a Staff Sergeant. He joined the guard again in St. George on March 25. 1947 and was again inducted into Federal service on August 19, 1950 and was sent to Korea where he was during the Korean War, getting his honorable discharge, May 26, 1952 as a First Lieutenant. 


DeLance, after his mission, was inducted October 30, 1943 and assigned to the Army Air Corp. He spent most of his time in Texas and Nebraska. He was alerted to leave for overseas several times, packed and ready only to have his orders canceled at the last minute. He worked in an office most of the time and received his honorable discharge March 11, 1946 as a Sgt. Major or chief clerk of a Squadron.

Don was inducted April 3. 1943 and spent most of his time at the battle fronts of the Pacific. He received his honorable discharge May 18, 1945 at Bushnell Hospital.

DuWayne was inducted with Phil with the St. George guard on Aug. 19, 1950 and sent to the Korean War where he spent most of his time on the front lines. He received his honorable discharge, Dec. 19, 1951 and arrived home Christmas Eve as a Staff Sergeant.
Jerald was inducted shortly after his return from his mission in 1951 and spent most of his time in Camp Cook, California. He had a lot of trouble with his back and spent much of his time in the Hospital. In June of 1952 he received his honorable discharge and returned home. 
Adrien was inducted into the service in 1952 and sent to the army of occupation in Germany where he spent about eighteen months and then returned home after an honorable discharge, as a Cpl. in Aug. 1954. 


Scott was the only son who failed to pass the induction health examination. Because of his hay fever and asthma he was rejected. 

The following marriages have taken place in the family: Phil to Ruth Hafen of St. George on March 23, 1943 in St. George Temple. Don to Dixie DeMill of LaVerkin on November 14, 1953 in St. George Temple. DuWayne to Helen Gubler of LaVerkin on December 10, 1947 in St. George Temple. Jerald to Lorna Hinton of LaVerkin on June 27, 1952 in St. George Temple. Adrien to Louise Wilcox of Virgin on January 31, 1953 in St. George Temple. LoRene to James E. Turner of Washington on October 15, 1960 in St. George Temple. The story of their families must be in another history.
Our activity in the Church: Amelia was put in first counselor in the Y.W.M.I.A. May 30, 1920 and released a year later. From January 18, 1925 as counselor in the Primary for four or so years. Spent some time as a counselor in the Relief Society and several years as its secretary. At the present time is a secretary in the Y.W.M.I.A.
My own church activity started October 30, 1921 at the age of twenty-three when I was sustained as second counselor to Morris Wilson in the LaVerkin Ward Bishopric. Released March 1, 1928 and put in the same day as first counselor to Bishop Ovando Gubler and released Oct. 25, 1931. Put in Ward Clerk Jan. 16, 1927, and released Sept. 10, 1933. Put in as second counselor to Zion Park Stake Sunday School March 31, 1940 and released on Sept. 1, 1940 due to being absent on the Highway Patrol. Was superintendent of LaVerkin Ward Sunday School from March 31, 1940 to Sept. 1, 1940. Was sustained as Bishop of LaVerkin ward on November 22, 1942 and released Dec. 30, 1945 at the suggestion of the officers of the patrol. Sustained as a High Councilman of Zion Park Stake, Jan. 6, 1946 and released November 4, 1956.
Civic Activities: I was elected Justice of the Peace in November 1922 for four years and again in 1926 and 1930. Elected as a member of the LaVerkin Town Board in 1931 and spent several years on the board and as the Town Clerk. Elected director of the LaVerkin Bench Canal Company in 1932 and have served as President, Vice-President or board member most of the time up until 1951 when I was elected Secretary and treasurer, an office I still hold.
For a number of years I had an urge to enter politics with the hope of representing Washington County in the state Legislature. With that in mind on July 8, 1958 after three days over twenty-five years of service I retired from the Utah Highway patrol and filed for the State Legislature the next day. I ran against Wesly Nelson, the County Chairman of the Democratic party in the primary run off and won with a vote of 858 to 425. Now I had to campaign for the general election which was held on November 4, 1958. With Lee Esplin on the opposite ticket I was elected by a vote of 2361 to 1250.

My experience in the legislature of l959 was very much enjoyed. The speaker of the house named me, "The Will Rogers of the House."
Once again this fall of 1960 is a political election year and again I filed for the office of representative from Washington County. With Wallace Iverson of Washington on the other party, I was most happy to again have the people give me a wonderful vote of confidence with 2804 to 1311 for my opponent. I am looking forward to another interesting session in 1961.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Loren DeLance Squire Family History Chapter 13

This is a great chapter to learn a little bit about my Grandpa's career as a Highway Patrolman.  

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SOME OF MY HIGHWAY PATROL EXPERIENCES 


In the last chapter I told of joining the Highway patrol on July 9, 1933. In the fall of 1947 I, along with forty-two other patrolmen took a six hour civil service test for the office of lieutenant in the Patrol. It contained over a thousand questions. When the results were given, I was very proud to get the word that I had received a rate of 100% for the highest by ten per cent over the others. The lowest getting 42%. In August 1948, I was appointed as Lieutenant over the district covering Washington, Iron, Beaver, Kane, Garfield and Piute Counties. When Governor Lee was elected and took office he reduced all officers in the patrol one rank, so I became a sergeant, an office I held until I retired.

I had many exciting and interesting experiences as a Patrol Officer. Assisted in tracking down and arresting many criminals and have captured a number of armed men in possession of stolen cars. Only on one occasion was I shot at and it being an interesting case will tell this one story.

On a Tuesday night between the hours of nine and ten p.m. I was returning toward home from a routine day of patrolling the highways and had just turned off the highway US 91 at Anderson Junction onto highway U 15 when I noticed through the rear view mirror that the car that had come up behind me before reaching the junction had stopped as if in doubt of which road to take. I pulled off the shoulder of the road and stopped as I had done on many occasions before, thinking some stranger did not know which road to take. In a moment the car turned off onto the road I was on and I rather expected it to stop as it came up to me to ask information or directions. However, the car passed me up and I fell in behind it and continued on my way. As I came over the hill crest I noticed the taillights of this car far in advance of me and realized it would have to be speeding to get so far ahead of me in such a short distance. I speeded up and caught up with this car just as it entered Toquerville and checked its speed in town of 50 miles per hour. For the first and only time of twenty-five years as a Patrolman I took my gun out of the holster and lay it on the seat by my side. Something seemed to tell me that I was going to be shot at. After a check of the speed I turned on the red light and flashed it into his rear view mirror. The driver did not slow down, so I speeded up to the side of the car and turned the red spotlight in the side window and stepped upon the siren. Still he did not slow down, so I pulled a little ahead of him and started to crowd him off the road and succeeded in doing just that as we reached the south end of Toquerville. I had him crowded off the oil and onto the gravel shoulder and he started to slow down just as we came alongside the old rock building next the road. He nearly stopped, so I dropped back to approach him from the rear with my car lights upon him. Trucks had been using the wide space at the south end of this building in which to turn around and it looked like a road continued around this building. As I dropped behind the other driver stepped on the gas and whirled around the end of the building, only to find he was fenced in. He crashed into the fence before he could stop. I pulled up just so I could see his car and crawled out of my car without exposing myself and lay my gun and arm across the hood of my car and then slowly raised my head just so I could see over the hood of the car. The motor was still running in his car and a radio was on. There was about a quarter moon in the western sky that was shining in my face; but the other car was in the shade of a row of trees. After a few seconds I saw a face appear over the hood of the other car as he seemed to be staring at me for a moment. Then I said, "What are you doing there, Bud?" Another few seconds and I saw the flash of his automatic pistol as he fired at me, the bullet thudded in the bank behind me. I am sure I ducked as he had only the top of my head to shoot at. We were less than thirty feet apart. Immediately after the shot I heard the wires on the fence squeaking as if someone was crawling through. It looked like the natural thing for a person to
do was to run around the building. so I ran to the north comer and peeked around the comer with my gun ready with the intent of calling for him to stop or I would fire. Then I got the thought that he might be behind me and I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck and for the first time felt a chill of fright. I looked quickly over my shoulder and could not see nor hear anything. I ran back to my car and again cautiously looked over the hood at the other car. Just then Harvey Theobald who lived a block west of the scene, drove up in his pick-up and asked me if I was OK. He said he had heard my siren as I attempted to stop the car in town and had come out on his porch as he was sure it was me after a law violator. He saw us pass his street and then had heard the crash as the car hit the fence. Then he said all was quiet for a few moments and he heard the shot. Right after the shot he heard something come crashing down through the orchard between him and where he heard the shot. He said he feared someone had shot me so he ran to his car and started it and just as he turned his lights on, a man hit the fence with such force that it tore out the staples for several posts in either direction and caused the man to flip head over heels over the fence and into the ditch of water. He watched him climb out of the ditch cross the street and through the other fence and continued running down through the orchard. In just a few minutes twenty or thirty people had assembled from the neighborhood. Some wanted to pursue the man, but I told them we would have to use extreme caution as this man was armed and could lie in wait behind any bush or tree in the darkness and shoot anyone easily.

I went to a neighbor's house and phoned Sheriff Antone Prince and Trooper Porter who were there in record time. We set up roadblocks on all roads in that area and from then until after the moon went down scouted the area for any trace of the man. After that, we drove around the loop from Anderson Junction to Hurricane, west to 91 and back to Anderson Junction in hopes this man may come out of hiding and attempt to hitch a ride. We also kept checks with the men on the road blocks. At daylight we had many volunteers some on horses and some on foot and searched the area all day without a trace of the man except near the scene of the shooting we found his footprints that showed a bell in the heels of his shoes. We also found the ejected 32 shell from the automatic pistol that had been fired at me.

The morning after the shooting event I called my headquarters and gave them the information and description of the car, etc., asking them to notify the F.B.I. The morning of the second day saw 13 F.B.I. officers on the scene. A man reported that during the night he had seen what appeared to be a light from a flash light off to the west of the highway about a mile north of Leeds. Upon investigation of that area we found the shoe tracks with the bell in the heels. That day was spent searching the hills west of Leeds. Friday morning about one o'clock a chicken farmer north and west of St. George went to investigate the barking of his dogs and saw a man walking north on the road that leads to Enterprise and thinking that it may be someone who had run out of gas, called to him upon which the man took off on a run into the brush. This rancher called the Sheriff, who called other local help and went to the place where the man was seen to leave the road and where they found again the bell imprint in the heels. Some miles north, his flashlight was again seen as he climbed a lava ridge.

All day Friday and Saturday the hunt went on. The men on the road blocks had not seen anyone suspicious. We were sure the man was still in the area as we searched the west and south side of Pine Valley Mountain. Many of these F.B.I. agents had only worked in cities and were somewhat at a loss in the rough mountain areas. We divided up with one local man with two agents in our search.
On Sunday morning two agents and Deputy Sheriff Carl Caldwell were in the mountains northwest of Leeds and had found the track with the bell heels. Tracking was very difficult in the brush and rock and a slow process. About one-thirty in the afternoon they approached Quail or Leeds creek and being very thirsty decided to go to the creek for a drink. As they were within a few feet of the creek a man was seen climbing out over the bank of the creek. The running of the water had prevented him from hearing the approach of the officers. The valley the creek was in had a heavy growth of Box Elder and Birch trees with trails through. They called to the man who had not seen them until then, to put up his hands and give up. Instead he reached into his shoulder holster and drew a gun and fired twice at the agents. At the first shot the agents fell flat on their faces; but the Dept. stepped behind a fallen tree. The agents fired twice at him. Both his and the slugs from their guns were later found in the trees. The man had jumped back into the creek after firing his shots and waded down the stream toward the agents. A few steps down he raised his head with the gun in readiness to fire and peered over the bank. The Dept. saw his head appear and fired with his rifle hitting the bank in front of him and showering him with dirt. The bank rose four or five feet from the stream. The bandit had ducked back into the stream and waded down another couple of steps and again raised his head looking for the officers. He did not know that the Dept. had stepped around behind the fallen tree so did not see him as he tried to get another shot at the officers. This time the Dept. not more than ten feet from him fired and the bullet struck the bandit near the temple killing him instantly and knocking him back into the creek. He was pulled out of the water onto the bank. The deputy went for a car and the body was taken to St. George and later buried in St. George. A search of his body brought forth a second loaded gun in a shoulder holster under the other arm. He was wearing a homemade vest with many pockets in which were burglar tools, candy bars, fishing line and hooks etc. Also around his waist was a money belt in which was two thousand dollars in currency. There was no identification of any kind on his person. From fingerprints he was later identified as Joe Lewis of New Jersey who had escaped from the Texas State Prison the January before, where he was serving a fifteen year sentence. He had also escaped from the Ohio State Prison before being sent to the Texas Prison. He also had a long prison record in several states. He was forty-four years old. 

Upon the search of the car after he had shot at me I found two canvas bags, each packed with canned tuna, crackers, candy bars, and a loaded pistol. He never had time to take either. There was also a loaded revolver in the glove compartment. In the back seat was a shoe box with one hundred and eighty dollars in silver, in ones, halves and quarters. He had evidently broken into some clothing store as there was several new suits with the tags still on them, extra coats, several pairs of shoes and fifty pair of socks as well as other clothing. All this I turned over to the F.B.I. The car proved to have been stolen five days before in John Day, Oregon where a bank had been held up that day. This proved to be the man who had held up the bank. The Oregon plates were under the rear seat and the plates on the car had been stolen a few days before from a police car in Northern Nevada.


Space and time will not permit me to relate other experiences.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Loren DeLance Squire Family History Chapter 12 & Uncle Don Squire's 90th Birthday Pictures

It was interesting for me to read how Grandpa & Grandma Squire lived through the depression and lived off of bread and milk for their meals three times a day!  At the end of this chapter I have included some pictures that my Uncle Adrien Squire took at my Uncle Don's 90th Birthday.

CHAPTER TWELVE WE MOVE TO DIXIE 


A few days before Thanksgiving Amelia's parents came to visit us. They had been peddling molasses in Sanpete and came on up to see us. After talking over our predicament we decided to pile our bed and sewing machine along with ourselves into the truck and move to Dixie. DeLance was a month old. There was a wagon box on the back of the Commerce truck of grandpa's. He had a wagon cover stretched over bows on this. The cab was very drafty with canvas curtains for windows. We loaded up and they took us down to the railroad station where Amelia and I and the baby caught a train for Spring City as there was a family reunion there in honor of Great Grandpa Tullgren who was ninety-three years old. The Thanksgiving dinner was at his daughters place...grandma Bradleys. Just before the dinner, he blessed and named DeLance, his first great­ great-grandson. Uncle Axel was there and boasted to the neighbors of having five living generations at the dinner.

Amelia's parents went down to Spring Lake to visit some friends and were to meet us at Nephi the day after Thanksgiving. A heavy snowstorm had covered the state in snow. There was about eighteen inches in Spring City and very cold. We caught the Sanpete Valley train and went to Nephi to find Amelia's parents waiting for us at the station. They had loaded the truck bed with flour to the level of the box top. We spread some quilts over the flour and climbed into the back of the truck and headed south. It continued to snow and blow. It was spoken of for years as the Thanksgiving storm of 1919. It was bitter cold as the covers flapped in the breeze and snow blew in from the sides. How we kept the baby from freezing, I don't know. The cab was just as breezy as the back as there was no heating in those days. We traveled 38 miles that day and arrived in Scipio that night cold and stiff. We got a room in the hotel upstairs that had a stove and a couple beds in. We were glad to get warm and have something to eat.

The next morning we were up early and after we got the truck started, headed south again. The weather was terrible as we only made 35 miles in all day and arrived in Kanosh about dark. DeLance was getting pretty cross as his mother did not have enough for him to eat and we did not have a bottle nor know how to feed one if we had of had one. The hotel was a large home with two women running it. They put us in a room that was as cold as ice. There was a stove in it, but they claimed they had no wood to make a fire in it. We spent one of the worst nights of our lives there. DeLance fussed all night and there was a bunch of big dogs kept up an all night howl just outside of our window. I was pretty angry at these people for when I went out to the corral the next morning I saw several cords of wood all chopped up for stove use.

Early the next morning, we were on our way again. The only method of removing snow from the roads was with teams and small graders. We came upon them a short way from Kanosh and found them froze up. They had fires on the metal wheels trying to thaw them out so they would turn and were heating oil to pour on them. We passed them up and kept on our way. There was places where the snow would push up in front of the truck in piles and grandpa would back up and take a run on it and drive over the top until it happened again. After forty-two miles we arrived in Beaver and had quite a group there at the garage to welcome us as we were the first over the road from north for a couple of days. As there was still daylight left we proceeded on our way, and arrived in Paragonah after another 30 miles making our biggest day of 72 miles. There was a one room dobbie cabin built on purpose for freighters that we got into that night. There was a stove so we again got warmed up.
Early next morning we were on our way again. Got along good until just before we reached Kanarraville where the north winds were piling the snow in drifts that we could not get through. However, there was some teamsters there hiring out to pull you through the drifts. We had one of them pull us about a quarter of a mile 39 into town. After leaving Kanarraville we soon began to hit spots in the road where the snow had blown off and as we came on south, found dry roads from Anderson Junction on into LaVerkin. There was a cold north wind blowing and we were very happy to arrive. Where we could feel at home and warm up our stiff legs and joints. It was nine o'clock when we arrived, four days from Nephi that takes about five hours now. The next day I was anxious to see what kind of a home we had bought so checked it over. We found it contained an old range in the kitchen that would have fallen to pieces if they had attempted to move it and a rough cupboard with the glass broken out of the windows. We moved our bed and sewing machine in and borrowed a table from Will Hardy, got some boxes for chairs and purchased us a lamp and a gallon of kerosene and set up housekeeping. Grandpa and grandma Sanders had given us a small rocking chair as a baby tender and it was our only chair. We did have a few dishes. We found several of the window lights broken out, so we pasted cloth over them where some of it was when we tore the place down. 


There were no paying jobs to be had. I did haul some wood that winter by using another man's team and wagon. He would get a load and I one load. It generally took three days to go to Little Creek Mountain to get a load of wood and would take me six weeks out of the year to get us a years supply of wood.

Amelia, as a girl had always said she was not going to marry a farmer, especially one who grew molasses cain. Well early in the spring we made plans to grow two acres of cain to make molasses in the fall as that was the only sure crop to get cash for.

I had purchased five hundred pounds of the flour that was on the truck we moved down in. We soon found ourselves completely out of money. As soon as the alfalfa got high enough in the lot to cut with a butcher knife we borrowed a cow to have the milk if we fed her and her calf. We got down to bread and milk and that only, three times a day. We did not have a bottle of fruit or anything else to eat. As spring came on it got pretty hard to hoe cain all day on bread and milk. I planted a garden, purchased a little pig with work and made plans for food for the next winter. I worked one day for a gallon of molasses and that sure was good along with the bread and milk. However, we did not get much of it. Amelia had filled a small pitcher of it to have on the table and had placed the can in one of the back rooms on the floor. DeLance, who was crawling then pushed the door open into that room, pushed the can over, the lid came off and the molasses ran into a big puddle on the floor. When we found DeLance, he was sitting in the middle of it stirring it around, licking his hands, rubbing it into his hair and on his clothes. He kept sucking it off his fingers with a big smile on his face. We got a tub of warm water and set him in it, clothes and all to undress him. Well we went back to bread and milk only again.

DeLance got the whooping cough in February and it worried us very much, as we thought he had gone on various occasions as we rushed him outside and blow into his face to get his breath back. He went black and limp a number of times.

I remember one early summer day after we had eaten our noon meal of bread and milk a neighbor brought in a pan full of ripe tomatoes. We turned back to the table and really stretched our tummies as we ate a half dozen tomatoes each with some more bread and milk.
That fall we had a stack of hay for a cow, fruit bottled, a hog butchered and other food stuff stored in the store house. From that time forth we have never to this day had to worry about not having the good things of this life to eat. Needless to say Amelia and I never ate bread and milk again for a meal.
Work with pay of any kind was hard to find. That fall it took my molasses crop to pay the interest on the debt. It was not uncommon to go weeks and sometimes months without a coin of money to our name. A gallon of kerosene once in a while was about the only utility expense we had. They did some improvement work on the water line from Toquerville town to the spring on which I worked for a few weeks. This was mostly assessment work against stock in the company. LaVerkin was not incorporated at that time and the water works were owned by a company of town people. I became a stockholder with the purchase of our home.
I worked at any odd and end jobs available and for what I could get. I got a few feet of lumber on one job, so built us our kitchen table which we used for several years and it is now in use in the cellar.
On Monday, June 6, 1921, we were blessed with the arrival of our second son, Phil, and we thought how nice that we had two boys to play and grow up together. Our battle to feed ourselves and gather enough cash to pay the interest on our loan kept us busy. Time went on and on. On Tuesday morning at 11:00 a.m. April, 24, 1923 Don made known he had arrived and desired immediate attention, which he got. Now we had three boys to play together.
As time went on we were slowly gathering things around us to make life more comfortable. Christmas toys were made largely by myself. I made three wheel barrows and painted them red along with a kicking mule and other toys that made the boys happy on Christmas morning. Labor was paid from a dollar to one-fifty a day when you could get it. I herded buck sheep for forty-five days for a dollar a day. That forty- five dollars plus another five paid the old Doc. McGregor for the hour he spent to bring Don into the world.

During these early years in Dixie I spent four summers as water master and waded the tunnel and walked the ditch each day. When Dixie Power Company got permission to use our canal I worked on the cementing of it and the installing of the wood pipe from the tunnel to the plant. I also herded sheep one spring for four months and trailed the herd from Mesquite, Nevada to Cedar Mountain, just south of Navajo Lake. I became proficient at fleece tieing and worked a few springs at the shearing corral at Goulds. During this time I sold the five acre field north of town and purchased the five west of town at a cost of$975.00. I had to scrape the land on the west side of the ditch down to get the water on it. Later I planted all the fruit trees upon it. This five acres has proven the best investment I ever made.

Time passed and on a Saturday, January 14, 1928 DuWayne arrived and began to make his wants known. Now we had four boys to play together. Then again on October 29, 1929 the stork settled at our place and left another son, Jerald, to make it five boys to become playmates. Our first sorrow and tragedy occurred when on December 23, 1930 a pre-mature baby girl was born to us, living but a few short minutes. She was a beautiful baby with dark hair. On Dec. 7, 1931 we again had a visit from the stork, who had by that time found it unnecessary to ask where we lived. At any rate we had another son and named him after my brother, Adrien who had passed on.

These were very trying times. The worst depression of the century was on. Work or money was very difficult to get. Amelia patched overalls on top of patch and hand-me-downs from one son to the next was a necessity. I had taken up a dry farm on Smith mountain a few years before, but along with the depression, we had several years of drought  I plowed and planted crops, but they were total failures on the dry farm.

In the spring of 1933 Ellis J. Pickett and Joseph Snow, both attorneys of St. George, called upon me and asked if I would be interested in a job in a new organization in the state known as the Highway Patrol. They had become acquainted with me in my office of Justice of the Peace and said they had looked over the County and decided they could endorse me for the job. I didn't know anything about the organization, but assured them I was very much in need of a job and would be happy for any assistance they could give in getting it for me. Largely through their efforts on July 3, 1933,I got a long distance phone call from Mr. Pickett to be at the state capitol in Salt Lake City at nine o'clock on the morning of July 5th. I was without a dime so borrowed twenty dollars from S. J. Graff and in the morning was at Anderson Ranch where I purchased a bus ticket to Salt Lake and early on the morning of July 5th was at the Capitol. I was poor and my aged suit hung on me like I was a clothes rack as I weighed in at 132 pounds with all my clothes on. I was thirty-five years old. However, many good recommendations had been sent in and I received the appointment. This was a political appointment to work in and for the State Road Commission under a Democratic administration.

After a few days training on ticket writing, report making and riding a motorcycle, I was sent to the Santa Clara station to work at a salary of $126.00 per month. I had ordered uniforms from Z.C.M.I. and was to pay for them on monthly payments. I was a grateful and proud young man when I put on the uniform, strapped on the gun and put on the badge of the Utah Highway Patrol. Some time before this I had borrowed $250.00 and purchased a 1927 Chevrolet sedan and it still was not paid for.

I got a place to board and room with Antone Prince in St. George and started work. After a few hours of instruction I was left to myself to work my shifts. I never got one day off the first eight months. I will never forget the first check of $90.00 I received. It paid off many bills and I still had some change in my pocket for the first time in months.

On November 12, 1933 I came out home during off hours to visit and found that Scott had arrived and was claiming the attention of his mother and grandmother. He was the first one that I had not been present to welcome into this world. Mom wanted to name him Scott so I said OK if we give him the middle initial of 0 so his initials would be S.O.S. Now we had seven brothers to play together and I felt that it was high time to send out some kind of a distress signal. 

Back: DeLance, Phil, Don, Uncle Axel
Front: DuWayne, Jerald, Adrien, Scott

I found a home to rent in the north-west part of St. George and on Thanksgiving day we moved into it. I wanted my family with me. Soon after Scott got the whooping cough and we spent many anxious days and nights with frequent coughing spells that seemed to be his last.

In the spring of 1934 we moved into a place two blocks west of the Tabernacle where we were close to school. However, we found living in St. George, paying rent and with nothing for the boys to do, unsatisfactory, so in the spring of 1935 I purchased a new Ford Pick-up and we moved back in the old home in LaVerkin and I drove back and forth to work for the next six years or until they closed the Santa Clara station. Our orchards at the field were starting to bear and we were able to grow a garden, a couple of hogs, have a couple of milk cows to milk and a young beef to butcher each fall. The boys had plenty to do and I had many hours to work on the farm before and after work. From this time on we began to pay off some debts and provide more comforts for the family and home.

In the spring of 1940 the Santa Clara station was closed and I was issued a used car and assigned to patrol the roads of Washington and Kane counties with trips to Cedar City. This made it much better for me as I started to work as I left home and was to be home at quitting time if not on some accident or other emergency.

During 1940 we built our new home and moved into it in November. DeLance only got to spend a night or two in it before leaving for his mission to the Eastern States where he spent the next two years in New York and Pennsylvania.



With the wars and rumors of wars the National Guard was called into service and were stationed on guard duty in southern California. Phil, being a member at the St. George company was, to our dismay, called with the guard. DeLance had resigned to go on his mission.

On October 15, 1941, took Mom to the hospital in St. George for a check and the doctor had me leave her there to be treated. About nine o' clock that night a nurse called me and asked that I return to the hospital. Shortly after I arrived a nurse came into the waiting room and informed me that I was the father of a lovely baby daughter. I could hardly believe her. Anyway the S.O.S. had paid off. LoRene had arrived and my joy held no bounds as after I got home, even though it was after mid-night, I called several people to announce the good news. 

Front row: Loren, Gerald, Adrien, Lorene, Amelia, Scott Back row; DeLance, Phil, Don, DuWayne
Phil's letters were full of his plans to be home for Christmas. I well remember of standing near our radio on the morning of Dec. 7, 1941 listening to the 7:00a.m. news broadcast that related the bombing of Pearl Harbor by the Japanese. All furloughs were cancelled and Phil did not get home for Christmas. War is a terrible time, especially if you have sons or husbands in the service.

DeLance came home from his mission and on December 23, 1942 he and Dorothy Hirschi were married in the St. George Temple.

The years of 1943-1944 and the first part of 1945 were times of much worry and nervous strain with the three sons in the service. The gray hair came fast into the head of their mother as she spent many sleepless hours into the late hours of the night intense worry over her sons.

The year 1945 was a joyous one as many cheerful events happened in our lives. On March 11, 1945 the stork once again made a trip which happened to be his last one to our home and left a lovely baby daughter in the maternity home in Hurricane. Again there was rejoicing in our home as Sandra had arrived. Then came the end of the war and the return of our sons.

Once again we were to have sleepless hours during the years of 1950-1951 and 1952 during the war in Korea. In August 1950 the Utah National Guard being one of the first national guards to be called into service took two of our sons with it. Phil and DuWayne being members of the St. George guard went into service. We were grateful and glad when that war was over and once again have our sons home with us. 

DuWayne Squire
Time does not wait for anyone and the years have sped by until now 1960 is drawing to a close. I want to write a chapter of the family activities and then hope to have this published for Christmas 1960.

Don Squire's 90th Birthday

Born 24 April 1923 - Grandma & Grandpa's third child

Don Squire, aka birthday boy

Don with his children, Diane, Devin, & Dana 


Jim & LoRene Turner


LoRene Turner & Sandra


Scott & Arvadean Squire







Phil & DuWayne




Lorna Squire & Louise Squire


Helen Squire


Ruth Squire


Don Squire








DuWayne & Helen Squire














Ruth & Phil, Lorna