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Junius Romney

Junius Romney

1878-1971

Born March 12, 1878, in St. George, Utah, Junius Romney was the son of Miles Park and Catherine Cottam Romney.

Miles Park’s father, Miles, had moved to St. George under the direction of Church leaders and was playing a significant role as a builder, supervising, for example, the construction of the tabernacle.  Miles Park assisted in that construction as head of the carpentry shop.  He had other business interests and civic commitments, most notable in drama, and served in various church administrative capacities.  Catherine, Junius’s mother, was born to a family which had settled in St. George in 1862.  Because Miles Park had five wives, several of whom had large families, brothers, sisters, and cousins abounded.

When he was three years old, Junius accompanied his his family to St. Johns, Arizona, one of several centers of Mormon settlement on the Little Colorado River.  They first settled in town in a log cabin with a dirt floor, later replaced with a nice frame home.  The Romney family was in the middle of an intense anti-Mormon campaign to which Miles P. responded vigorously as editor of a newspaper and which forced Catherine and others to flee their homes periodically.  This persecution became so intense that Junius and most of his family returned to St. George in 1884.

This second period in St. George was temporary while Miles P.  and others investigated places in Mexico to which they could flee for safety.  Junius and his family lived with Catherine’s parents, the Cottams, who at the same time furnished a hiding place for Wilford Woodruff who was being pursued by government authorities.  To help support the family, Junuius tended cows in the surrounding desert.  So hot was the sand at the time that he recollects moving from the shade of one bush to another, crying as he stood on one bare foot and then the other to allow each an opportunity to cool.  When he reached eight years of age, he was baptized in the temple font.  Then in 1886, Catherine and her children were instructed to join Miles P. and others in Mexico.  The Cottams generously outfitted them with clothing and, following blessing from Wilford Woodruff, Junius Romney and the others left for their new home in Mexico. 

During January of 1887, they traveled by train to Deming, New Mexico, then by wagon into Mexico.  ON the way, Junuius was thrown from the wagon and run over.  His ear, torn almost completely from his head, was replaced and bandaged in place by his mother.  On arriving in Colonia Juarez, the newcomers joined two of Miles P.’s other families—Annie’s, who was living in a dugout beside the river in the “Old Town,” and Hannah’s, who lived in a house of vertical poles called a “stockade house.”  Catherine’s house was their wagon box to which were attached a bowery and a small wooden room.

Life was simple and family centered—simple clothes, straw or husk tick on the beds, a diet of corn, beans, molasses, greens and thinned milk, and occasional treats of wheat flour bread.  In his later years, Junius still enjoyed the simplicity of a sweet apple off a tree or a dinner of cheese, bread, and milk.

After about a year in Colonia Juarez, the three Romney wives and the family of Helaman Pratt moved to Cliff Ranch, a small valley along the Piedras Verdes Riverin the mountains.  Here they lived for about two years in seclusion.  This required independence and innovation.  Junius Romney recalls how his mother and the other adults provided religious and intellectual instruction in addition to the necessities of life.  Work included herding cows barefoot in the snow and building irrigation systems.  Natural greens, potatoes, and grains were staples with treats of molasses cake, nuts and potato pie.  In addition to other qualities he may have developed there, Cliff Ranch increased Junius Romney’s appreciation of his family.

In the fall of 1890, the Romney’s returned to Colonia Juarez, and not long thereafter, Junius Romney moved to a farm which his father had purchased about a mile west of Casas Grandes.  There, with his Aunt Hannah and her family, he worked for three years and received the benefit of three months’ formal schooling per year in Colonia Juarez.

In his 16th year, Junius Romney became an employee of the Juarez Cooperative Mercantile Institution.  This led him into his vocation as a businessman and into a close association with Henry Eyring, the manager.  In that occupation, he became acquainted with the Mexican people, merchandising procedures, Mexican law, bookkeeping, Spanish, and the postal service.  He soon became postmaster, a position he held for 13 years.  Junius later observed how much he owed to Henry Eyring, who also taught frugality through making bags out of newspapers in order to save buying them commercially.

It was during this time that Junius Romney became acquainted with Gertude Stowell, daughter of Brigham and Olive Bybee Stowell.  Brigham operated the mill on the east side of the river south of town and owned a cattle ranch north of town.  Gertrude grew up willing to work hard, a trait she preserved throughout her life, and was also interested in intellectual activities and things of beauty. After she broke her engagement to another young man, Junius courted her earnestly.  His correspondence with her progressed from “Dear Friend” to Dearest Gertrude” and culminated in their marriage in the Salt Lake Temple on October 10, 1900. 

Junius Romney continued his work in the Juarez Mercantile as their family began to grow.  Olive was born in 1901, Junius Stowell, called J.S., in 1903, and Catherine (Kathleen), in 1905.  That Kathleen survived, having been born at only two and one-half pounds while both parents were suffering from typhoid fever, is something of a miracle.  Margaret was born in 1909.  Catherine, Junius’s mother, lived with them for a time after the death of Miles P. in 1904. 

The typhoid fever that both Junius and Gertrude suffered was accompanied with pneumonia for Junius, but after limited professional medical care and extensive aid from family and friends, they recovered.

More important, for Junius, was the fact that an early administration by Church Elders did not heal him. He concluded that the Lord needed to impress him that he indeed had typhoid fever and his eventual recovery indicated that the Lord had a purpose for his life, a purpose he saw fulfilled in his role as leader during the Exodus of 1912. Successful healings from priesthood administration shortly thereafter reinforced this opinion.

The young couple lived in an adobe house directly north of the lot upon which the Anthony W. Ivins house once stood and the Ward building now stands. In about 1906, a substantial brick house, which still stands, was built. The bricks were cooperatively prepared with several other families.

The resulting structure with its clean lines and decorative wooden trim was equal to any similar sized house built in Salt Lake City at the time, and, in fact, reflected the strong North American orientation of the colonists.

Junius continued to work in the Juarez Mercantile store until about 1902. He thereafter worked for the Juarez Tanning and Manufacturing Company until about 1907. He continued as postmaster, handling business from a room made on their front porch. In addition to this work, Junius was very much involved in other business activities such as buying and selling animals and land, and supervising some agricultural production. He handled some legal matters for colonists and taught bookkeeping and Spanish at the Juarez Academy.

For two months during the summer of 1903, while Gertrude tended the post office and their two young children, Junius Romney went to Salt Lake City where he attended the LDS Business College. His studies included penmanship, bookkeeping, and typing. Among his extra-curricular activities were attendance at bicycle races at Saltair, as well as visiting relatives. In addition to the three three-month periods of schooling while he lived on the farm near Casas Grandes, and about three years of taking classes at the Academy just before his marriage, this stay at the business college concluded his formal education.

During these early years of marriage, Junius served as Second Counselor in the Stake Sunday School Superintendency. During a very busy January, 1902, he served as an MIA Missionary in which calling he participated in a flurry of meetings in Colonia Juarez. He also served as Stake Clerk, which with his Sunday School calling, led him to visit throughout the colonies and to become acquainted with the conditions of the Church and the people. He also learned much of Church administration.

Two major recreational activities occurred during these years. The first was a visit in 1904 by Junius Romney and a friend to the World’s Fair in St. Louis. The second was a trip in company with the Stake President, Anthony W. Ivins, into the Sierra Madres where President Ivins owned some land. Junius fished and hunted and, more significantly, enjoyed the association of the man whom he was soon to succeed as Stake President.

As the government of President Diaz came under attack and was eventually defeated by the forces of Francisco I. Madero, the Mormon colonies were drawn into the struggle. Junius processed various damage claims submitted by the colonists to contending parties, and, as President of the Stake, he became directly involved in the aftermath of the death of Juan Sosa, which occurred in Colonia Juarez in 1911. In the Sosa matter, he assisted in hiding colonists who, as deputies, had participated in the shooting. He eventually met with a local judge and sent a letter to President Madero on behalf of the fugitives. This letter at last reached Abraham Gonzales, formerly Governor of Chihuahua and then Secretary of the Interior in Mexico City. Gonzales directed that the prosecution of the Mormon deputies be discontinued. Eventually the matter was forgotten as the military struggle increased in intensity.

Soon after President Ivins was called to be a member of the Quorum of Twelve Apostles, John Henry Smith and George F. Richards of the same quorum came to Colonia Juarez to reorganize the Stake. In the meetings of March 7 and 8, 1908, these visiting authorities selected Junius Romney as the new Stake President with Hyrum H. Harris and Charles E. McClellan as Counselors. The visiting authorities indicated that plural marriages were no longer to be performed in Mexico as they had been since 1890. Because he had not been directly involved in these recent plural marriages and was living in monogamy, Junius was a good choice to implement that policy.

As Stake President, Junius traveled to Mexico City to review the missionary work there and at least twice attended general conference in Salt Lake City. He also traveled to Chihuahua City where he talked with the President of Mexico, Porfirio Diaz, who exhibited considerable interest in and affection for the Mormon colonists. The authoritarian government under Diaz and the work of the Mormon colonists were complementary. The government provided the climate in which the Church members could live in relative security with little interference. The colonists contributed to political and social stability and grew outstanding agricultural products, both qualities that Diaz wanted demonstrated to the native Mexicans.

Routine church business was also handled. His correspondence notes action on a possible Branch of the Church near Chihuahua City, operation of the Church auxiliaries with a Stake activity calendar for the four months through August of 1912, concern in one Ward over lagging tithing payments and pride of another Ward over anticipated benefits from a newly completed reservoir. That the Revolution was intruding upon Church work is indicated by the inability of President Romney to obtain signatures of all Ward Bishops on a document, and instructions to avoid purchasing grain from native Mexicans since the soldiers might need it.

Although the tempo of the Revolution demanded increasingly more attention, Junius still pursued his business interests in a way that indicated he intended to stay indefinitely in Mexico. He was involved in agreements to buy and sell land, a proposal to build a fruit cannery in Colonia Juarez, and the purchase of some 715 fruit trees to be planted on his land.

One of the first direct confrontations between the Revolutionaries and Mormons came in February, 1912, with a demand by Enrique Portillo for weapons. Portillo was a local leader of rebels under Pascual Orozco who by that time was opposing Madero. In company with Joseph C. Bentley and Guy C. Wilson, Junius told Portillo that the only way he would get Mormon guns was with smoke coming out of the barrels. After Junius reported this incident to the First Presidency in Salt Lake City, he received a letter from them which he considered very important. The First Presidency approved the action taken, but said that a different set of circumstances might call for a different response. They advised that the foremost concern should be the safety of members of the Church. A letter from Anthony W. Ivins at this time promised no loss of lives if the Saints were faithful. Some, not including Junius, interpreted this to mean that the colonists could always safely remain in Mexico.

Besides the admonition to care for the safety of the colonists, the policy of neutrality urged on the Saints was important to Junius. This policy was directed to all U. S. citizens from authorities in Washington, D.C. Moreover, the General Authorities advocated neutrality for Church members in Mexico. Regardless of personal feelings, Junius and other leaders attempted to be neutral. This was not an easy policy to follow since soldiers from both sides often forcibly requisitioned horses and other supplies. During the early stages of the Revolution, the soldiers were urged to respect neutrality.

While attempting to remain neutral, the colonists recognized a need to obtain weapons equal in quality to those possessed by the warring factions around them. Accordingly, the Stake leaders attempted unsuccessfully to import high powered rifles in December of 1911. Then in April, 1912, after the U.S. embargo was proclaimed, rifles were smuggled in and distributed to the various colonies from Junius’s home in Colonia Juarez.

After initial success against the government, Orozco was defeated in several battles in May, 1912, and retreated northward toward the colonies. At the same time, Mexicans responded to the killing of a Mexican, surprised during a robbery in Colonia Diaz, by killing James Harvey, a colonist. President Romney in company with several Mexican officials from Casas Grandes rode in a buggy to Colonia Diaz and defused the threatening situation. This experience further impressed Junius with the explosive conditions in which they found themselves and the danger of resorting to an armed defense. As a result, he reaffirmed his belief in the policy of neutrality and the necessity of the Mormons getting through the conflict with a minimal loss of life.

Junius wrote to the First Presidency requesting instruction on what to do and asking that Anthony W. Ivins be sent to the colonies to counsel with them. The First Presidency told Junius to do what he thought best after counseling with other Church leaders in the Stake. Elder Ivins traveled to the colonies and returned to El Paso where he remained throughout the Exodus.

After being defeated by federal forces in early July, 1912, the Orozco rebels moved to El Paso where they made their headquarters. This was usually a place where Revolutionaries could be resupplied with arms and ammunition, but because of the U. S. embargo, Orozco was unable to rebuild his army. So the rebels turned to the Mormon colonists who, they believed, had weapons they could obtain.

General Salazar, a local rebel leader, called Junius to his headquarters in Casas Grandes and there demanded a list of the colonists’ guns. After consultation with the leaders in Colonia Juarez and Colonia Dublan, Junius requested the information from each colony.

Faced with this increased pressure, representatives from throughout the colonies met with the Stake Presidency to decide how to proceed. The group decided to continue to pursue a policy of neutrality and to act unitedly under the direction of the Stake Presidency.

On July 13, 1912, when news reached Colonia Juarez that rebels in Colonia Diaz were demanding guns from the colonists, a meeting of eleven local men and two members of the Stake Presidency was convened at Junius’s home. The group sent messengers to Colonia Diaz with letters previously issued by rebel leaders urging respect for the neutrality of the Mormons. Junius Romney and Hyrum Harris of the Stake Presidency were instructed to confer with General Salazar to persuade him to call off the rebels. Junius prepared a letter to General Orozco in EI Paso which he sent with Ed Richardson.

That same night Junius and Hyrum Harris rode to Casas Grandes where they located General Salazar. Having prevailed upon a guard to awake the general, Romney described the crisis. Salazar lashed out at the rebel leader in Colonia Diaz, saying that he should not have made that demand, todavia no (not yet). Junius reports that those last two words caused a chill to run up his back, since it seemed to be the general’s intention to sometime require weapons of the colonists. Such a demand, Junius foresaw, would perpetrate a crisis. Romney and Harris received an order from Salazar which they took to Colonia Dublan for delivery to Colonia Diaz.

The next day, Junius traveled by train to El Paso to confer with Elder Ivins. On the way he had a conversation with General Salazar who said he intended to do something to force the U.S. to intervene militarily in the Revolution. In El Paso, Elder Ivins seemed to think that Junius was overly concerned. Still, they jointly sent a telegram to the First Presidency requesting instructions. The reply said that “the course to be pursued by our people in Mexico must be determined by yourself, Romney and the leading men of the Juarez Stake.” Romney was looking for specific instructions, but received none. He later reflected that if the Lord intended to have his people removed from Mexico, it was better that he, rather than Elder Ivins who had put his life into building the colonies, should lead that evacuation. Although Ivins visited the colonies for several days during the next two weeks, he gave no more specific instructions on what to do.

Orson P. Brown, the colonists’ representative in El Paso, wrote Junius that the State Department had indicated that the Mormons could not expect U.S. governmental support in the event they defended themselves. Brown predicted that the colonists would have to leave their homes.

Fearing the worst, Junius wrote a letter on July 24, advising the mountain colonies to be prepared to leave on a moment’s notice, should the need arise.

Two days later, Junius, in company with four other colonists, traveled to Casas Grandes for a meeting with General Salazar. The general and his aid, Demetrio Ponce, a Mexican who lived among the Mormons, ordered Junius Romney and Henry E. Bowman to deliver Mormon owned guns and ammunition to the rebels. Junius refused to do so and was supported in his decision by Bowman. Bowman’s support was further evidence to Junius that the Lord was directing things since such support was essential to the later evacuation, and the older man had previously been somewhat critical of the young Stake President. Salazar then directed some soldiers to accompany the Mormons to Colonia Dublan where they were ordered to collect weapons, by force if necessary.

In Dublan, Junius Romney conferred with Bishop Thurber and other men. They decided that some compliance was required, so instructions were sent for colonists to bring in their poorest weapons. The rebels were temporarily pacified when these deliveries were made at the schoolhouse.

In the same meeting, it was decided to send the Mormon women and children to EI Paso for their safety. Henry Bowman left at once for Texas to arrange for their arrival and a few colonists departed with him that very day. Junius composed a letter to Colonia Diaz describing what had occurred and directing the colonists in that community to follow the same procedure for evacuation.

That same evening, Romney returned to Colonia Juarez where he joined a meeting of the men already in progress. Bishop Joseph C. Bentley and others were not in favor of anyone leaving the colonies, but after some discussion and a recommendation from President Romney that they evacuate their women and children, he and the others agreed to comply and to urge others to do the same. Those at the meeting also agreed to relinquish their poorest weapons to the rebels.

On Sunday, July 28, some weapons and ammunition from the Juarez colonists were delivered at the bandstand to the rebels. Junius sent messages to the mountain colonies of Colonia Pacheco, Garcia, and Chuhuichupa advising them to be prepared to give up some of their weapons and to send their women and children to EI Paso. He told his wife, Gertrude, that the Bishop was in charge of the evacuation and would help them leave. He bid his family farewell and departed to Casas Grandes to meet with General Salazar.

The actions on July 27 and 28 left the colonies occupied only by adult men. Each town was furnished with a small contingent of rebel soldiers who were responsible for keeping the peace and protecting the colonists who had presumably relinquished their weapons. During the next few days of relative calm, Junius wrote to the various colonies to apprise them of the situation and to advise them to act moderately, with the highest priority being given to safeguarding the lives of the men.

The situation took a turn for the worse when other rebel soldiers began moving through the colonies after having been defeated in a battle with the federals in Sonora on July 31. Uncertain about the intentions of these new arrivals, Junius and other men met in the store on August 2 and decided to call a general meeting for that night. Junius and some others understood that the night meeting was to decide on a course of action. However, as men were notified of the meeting, some understood that they were to leave town that night and go into the mountains.

That night, as Junius started toward the designated meeting place north of town, he was told that some men had already gone into the mountains. He was convinced that the rebels in town would conclude that those who left were on their way to join the federals and any men who remained would be in serious danger. Junius was unable to consult with other leaders as he had previously done, but what he needed to do seemed clear to him. His decision was to have all the men remaining in the colonies congregate at the Stairs, a previously designated site in the mountains farther up the Piedras Verdes River. Then he sat under a lantern in the bottom of the Macdonald Springs Canyon and prepared letters for Colonia Dublan and the mountain colonies, instructing the men to meet at once at the Stairs.

On the other side of the river, a significant number of the Juarez men had met at the designated site north of town, but when they did not find President Romney or the others there, they returned to their homes. When Junius discovered this later in the morning of August 3, he attempted to countermand his instructions to Dublan, but the men had already left. Later, Junius, his brother Park, and Samuel B. McClellan encountered these Dublan men and accompanied them to the Stairs.

The men who remained in Juarez, including Bishop Bentley, initially decided to go to the Stairs, but when the rebels were frightened away by the news of approaching federals, they wrote to those in the mountains expecting that they would return to the colonies. Later, when the men in town received pointed instructions from President Romney that they should go to the Stairs, Bishop Bentley and others complied.

After a preliminary meeting of the Church leaders at the Stairs, a mass meeting of all the men was held on August 5. At that time, those who had most recently arrived from Colonia Juarez urged the men to return to their homes. A majority of those there, including President Junius Romney, favored going to the United States. Junius had several reasons for his decision. He had witnessed the strong anti-American feeling among the Mexicans. He recognized the danger of international repercussions if American citizens were killed in Mexico. He wanted the smuggled guns they were carrying to reach the U.S. A vote to leave was made unanimous. The movement was made under the military leadership of Albert D. Thurber and the men crossed into New Mexico on August 9, 1912.

The fact that the colonists were out of Mexico did not release Junius as Stake President. He continued such functions as issuing recommends, counseling Ward leaders, and gathering information to help him decide what future action he would suggest. He interviewed the colonists themselves, talked with generals of the federal army, and took a three week trip back into Mexico.

The overall supervision of the refugees came under the control of a committee which included various colonists, Junius Romney, Anthony W. Ivins, and other Church representatives. This committee first concerned itself with the evacuation of the colonists in Sonora. Quite independently of the Chihuahua colonists, they evacuated their homes and were in the U.S. by the end of August.

The committee also considered whether the colonies should be reoccupied. Some returned soon after they left, mostly to recover cattle and other property. It was eventually decided that the colonists should be released from any Church obligation to live in Mexico, so that each family could make its own decision. Junius and his family decided not to return.

Gertrude and their four children had initially stayed in a Lumberyard in EI Paso with many others, but they soon moved to a single-room apartment. In the winter of 1912, they moved to Los Angeles with one of Junius’s brothers.

Junius traveled to Salt Lake City where he reported his stewardship to a meeting of the First Presidency and Quorum of Twelve. He reports that he “assured President Smith that I had lived up to the best light that I had been able to receive and consequently if the move was not right I disavowed any responsibility inasmuch as I had lived up to the best inspiration I could get and had fearlessly discharged my duty as I saw it in every trying situation which had arisen.” After hearing this report as well as those of other men and assessing other information they possessed, the General Authorities decided to release Junius as Stake President and to dissolve the Juarez Stake.

While in Salt Lake City, Junius was convinced by Lorenzo Stohl of the Beneficial Life Insurance Company that he ought to try selling life insurance. Junius was dubious about this proposal, but while he traveled on the train back to Mexico, he diligently studied the material he was furnished. Shortly after arriving in El Paso, he was confronted by his brother, Orin, and D. B. Farnsworth, who were looking for a particular Beneficial agent. Junius Romney identified himself as an agent and immediately embarked on a career in which he would be a marked success. During his first year of this work he saw his family only twice, a condition he deplored, but he was determined to succeed. He learned of a contest with a $300 prize for which he would have to sell $60,000 in insurance before the end of 1912. When he won, Junius endorsed the check directly to a creditor to whom he owed money for the purchase of land in Mexico. In the next year, he won prizes totaling $550, which he likewise applied on his debts. Not only did his work help him support his family, but it also resulted in his being given the job of superintendent of agents for Beneficial Life, a position he held for ten years.

By the end of 1913, Junius was able to move his family from Los Angeles to a rented home in Salt Lake City, and six years later, to a home they purchased on Douglas Street on the east side of Salt Lake City. To the four children they brought with them out of Mexico were later added two sons, Eldon and Paul.

While most of Junius’s time during these years after the Exodus was spent in selling insurance, he continued to be concerned with those he knew in Mexico. One project in which he took considerable pride was a resettlement project along the Gila River in Arizona. With Ed Lunt, he borrowed money from Beneficial Life to buy land which was divided into twenty and forty acre parcels and sold with little or no down payment to families from the colonies.

In order to spend more time with his family, Junius left Beneficial Life. Following work in several sales ventures and a few years handling real estate for Zion’s Savings Bank, he became manager of State Building and Loan Association in 1927. He continued in that position until 1957 when his age and ill health compelled retirement. Under his management, the company had expanded to Hawaii and became a leading financial institution in Utah. As part of this work, he sold sufficient insurance to be a member of the Kansas City Life Million Dollar Roundtable three times. He was also involved in various other business enterprises, often in real estate in partnership with others.

He continued to be a faithful Church member throughout his life. He served in various Ward and Stake positions, including the Stake High Council, and as a temple worker in his later years. In later years he suffered from a variety of ailments, perhaps the most serious of which was the loss of his sight. Because he was a man of action, this was especially difficult for him. He was also much troubled by the loss of his wife who served as his companion for sixty-five years in mortality.

He was always very thoughtful of friends and neighbors, as well as his family. As he grew older he expanded his philanthropy. Probably his most noted gift was a rather expensive machine to be used in open heart surgery at the Primary Children’s Hospital.

He kept his sense of humor. For his ninetieth birthday celebration, he appeared in a rather nice hair piece. His family cautiously complimented him on his youthful appearance until the joke became apparent. At that time no one laughed more heartily than Junius.

As his health failed, he began in the late 1950s to talk and write more about the colonies. He dictated and wrote several separate reminiscences about people and events and he gave some talks centering on the Exodus from Mexico to Church groups in the Salt Lake City area. Finally, in 1957, he returned to the colonies. He was interested in reliving that part of his life, but more important to him was explaining it to others, which he did by distributing copies of one of his talks.

When he died in 1971 at ninety-three years of age, he left a significant heritage. His impact on the Mormon colonies was monumental. In business he was a personal success and a builder. In the Church he was a faithful member and significant leader. Among many he was a friend and benefactor.

To his six children, thirty grandchildren, and forty-four great-grandchildren alive at his death, he was a living symbol of much that is good about life.

Joseph Romney, grandson

Stalwarts South of the Border, Nelle Spilsbury Hatch

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Glen A. Whetten captured during Mexican Revolution of 1928 – 1929

Glen A. Whetten captured during Mexican Revolution of 1928 – 1929

Glen Whetten, Clifford’s Dad, told me of an experience he had during the Mexican Revolution of 1928-29 on one of our trips in August of 1981.  I wrote it down and apparently it is the only written record.

  I was a young man about 19 years old.  We were living in the mountain at the time and I was sent to Colonia Juarez to check on our family property.  I was also to check and see if a truck we had hidden in an apple orchard was still there.  The Comisario, Nieves Serrano, had found out that I was in town and he approached me.

He had some deserters from the Rebel Force in his custody and had no mean of getting them to Casas Grandes to turn them over to the Federales.  Knowing that the truck was in the orchard and that I knew how to drive it, he insisted that I drive the prisoners to Casas Grandes.  He knew that I feared being captured by the Federales and having my truck confiscated so he told me to leave the prisoners on the out skirts of town.  He assured me that I would not be harmed.

Still not convinced that all would go well, but having been more or less ordered to do so, the near starved Rebels and the Comisario climbed onto the truck and we started for Casas Grandes.  No sooner did we come in sight of Casas Grandes that we were met by a group of Federal soldiers.  The truck was immediately confiscated and I was captured and commissioned to drive the truck for the Federal Army.  In those days not many people knew how to drive. 

The Federales were not only in need of a means of transportation but in need of a driver as well.  I told the Comisario to inform my Dad what had happened and then I was ordered to drive on to Nuevo Casas Grandes with the Federal soldiers.  I was commanded to go to the railroad station.  There I found a train being loaded with soldiers and their horses.  They had heard that Rebel forces were in and around Chuhuichupa and they were preparing to go after them.

Fearing that the train might be ambushed they decided to send me ahead with the Captain and his soldiers.  Our assignment was to go into the mountains to Chupie.  We were told that as we approached Chupie we were to turn off the truck lights so that the Rebels would not see us approaching.  We did as we were told and reached the outskirts of Chupie without incident. 

The Captain then had us go quietly into town where he approached a house and knocked on the door. When a woman’s voice answered from inside, he demanded that the door be opened or that it would be knocked down.  The woman opened the door a crack where upon the Captain demanded to talk to the man of the house.  She insisted that there were no men in the house and the Captain searched the house and found this to be true.  He then began to question her concerning the whereabouts Rebels.  The women said they had left town earlier in the day. 

The Captain continued up and down the streets of town asking the same question and receiving the same answer.  Satisfied that the Rebels had left, we went back to the truck and drove to an appointed peak to build a big fire.  The fire would be the signal to the train in Casas Grandes that it was safe for them to start into the mountains.  In the Still of the night we heard the train whistle the response that they had seen the fire.  I was then able to climb under the truck and get some much needed sleep.

When the train with the Federal troops reached the mountains they found that the Rebels had been able to evade them.  However, they soon found out the route which the Rebels had taken.  They were headed east of Nuevo Casas Grandes on horseback toward the town of Galena.  The Captain and his troops and their equipment loaded back into the truck and we started down the mountain.

We picked up a few supplies in Casas Grandes and then started toward Galeana with the rest of the Federal Army which had arrived by train.  Upon approaching Galena we were told that the Rebel forces were camped by some springs. The Rebel forces were evidently pretty well worn out after their long trip from the mountains and were near starvation. 

The Captain and his 20 soldiers were near starvation as well.  At one point during this ordeal a kind American rancher and his wife gave me some hamburgers and I hid them under the seat of the truck.  I would sneak into the truck and take a bite when I could but the Captain caught me eating once so I had to share the hamburgers with him. 

We started to become good friends after that. The Federal troops were given orders to surround the Rebels. The Captain, who had been riding in the cab with me, got out of the truck leaving his coat and ordered his troop to dismount.  I remember one of the soldiers ran up to me and gave me a dirty handkerchief filled with beans and asked me to keep them for him.

Foods was scarce even for the Federal soldiers.  We were then ordered to move in.  Suddenly all hell broke loose!  Bullets were flying and men were dropping all around me.  (At this point Glen got very emotional and it was difficult for him to continue).  

As soon as it was safe to do so I got out of there fast.  When at last the fighting stopped I found that there were only three men out of the 20 who had been in the Captains troop who remained alive.  The Army sent for the Captain’s coat a few days later.  I had been using the coat and had discovered a bronze compass(U.S. Army Corps of Engineers) inside it.  I decided to keep it since the Captain certainly no longer needed it.  I have given it to Clifford.  For the next few days I drove wounded soldiers into Casas Grandes and took supplies to the troops.

As told to Rosalyn Hatch Whetten by Glen A. Whetten, 1981.

Peter Cotton Wood

Peter Cotton Wood

(1852 – 1929)

Daniel Wood, father of Peter Cotton Wood and founder of Woods Cross, Utah, was born October 16, 1800 in Dutchess County, New York.  He was baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints February 20, 1833, in Ernestown, Canada by Brigham Young.  He stood persecutions with the Saints in Ohio, Missouri and Illinois, and was a guard of the temple at Nauvoo. 

He exchanged 260 acres of land for two wagons, a carriage and three cows in order to go west.  In recognition of his ability as an excellent farmer, Brigham Young requested he remain on the trail to raise crops for the emigrating Saints as they passed on their way to the Great Basin.

At the age of 48, he captained fifty wagons in the 2nd company, first division in Brigham Young’s company, leaving in the spring of 1848 and arriving in the Salt Lake Valley on September 20 of the same year.  There, he settled near the Woods Cross plot.

In 1850 he built a large two-story adobe house which for years was the only religious meeting house in Davis County.  Later he built the first public hall, complete with belfry and bell that rang for all public affairs.  It housed the first formal church organization.  The choir consisted of his own family, and he organized the first band, also made up of family members.  The Wood school was held here also, the teacher being paid by the hall owner and contributions.  This hall also served as a convenient recreation facility.  The crossing of the railroad through the Woods’s private cemetery provided the occasion for the name Woods Cross.  Family members record that Daniel and his brother argued about permitting this intrusion on their private cemetery and this was the real reason for the name.  Daniel wanted the proposed station or depot to be closer to the main road on the edge of the property.  When angry words were exchanged between the two brothers, the conductor jokingly called it “Woods Cross.”  It has kept its name since that time.  This private cemetery was dedicated August 27, 1859 by Daniel Wood; and a memorial erected by Daniel Wood’s posterity was dedicated by his great-grandson, Henry D. Moyle, First Counselor in the Church’s First Presidency, April 1, 1962.

Peter Cotton Wood, son of Daniel Wood, was born July 4, 1852 in Woods Cross, Davis County, Utah and went to school in Salt Lake City.  Born into a musical family, he became part of the first choir and also the first band in the small community and at a very early age composed musical numbers, writing both the words and the music for his compositions.  He also wrote poetry and arranged programs and took part in them.  Of all this, however, gardening was his first love.

At the age of 18, he was ordained a Seventy and went on a mission to Canada with his father, Daniel Wood.  He met and married Launa Pace in Utah about the year 1872.  They became parents of six children, every one of whom died within two weeks of a diphtheria epidemic. 

He acquired extensive acres of land and a herd of livestock but, when a call came to help settle Arizona, he sold it all and settled near where Snowflake is now located.  There he endured the hardships of pioneering on a remote frontier.  While at Snowflake he met and married Lucy Jane Flake and with her and the now childless Launa they soon had all the necessities and some of the comforts of life.  His love of gardening and seeing things grow, his joy in surrounding himself with the beauty and necessities from what they grew, soon produced a home that made them seem prosperous and kept them happy.  When the call came to take his families to Mexico, he gathered seed, roots, roses, and cuttings of choice flowers and trees, to take with him to the foreign land.

He joined a group of exiles leaving the United States for the same reason, and landed in Colonia Juarez on March 21, 1889.  He chose a lot in Colonia Juarez on the east bank of Piedras Verdes River. There he built a concrete home in which his families lived comfortably and happily. In the beginning, like most others, he had a hard time making ends meet.  But he worked hard and his wives were frugal and thrifty.  Together they made every possible use of what advantages were available.  His love of the soil and what he could make it produce induced him to building two points to conserve his water turns, and catch waste water.  With this water supply, he planted a garden, trees, and the plants, shrubs, and roses he had brought with him.  Soon his walls were covered with climbing berries, roses, honeysuckle, and other vines.  His street was lined with shade trees, his garden was filled with vegetables to supply his family needs and much to sell, and he had trees to give the people of the community.  The high quality of his vegetables proved what love for gardening can do.  

His green thumb service went beyond the people of Colonia Juarez.  He donated and planted the trees in the plaza in Casas Grandes and lined the street around it with shade trees, mostly poplar.  Peter built a lime kiln, made the lime that went into the walls of his own concrete homes, and helped build other homes in town as well.  The walls of some of these homes still stand today. 

Peter’s inherent love for music was passed onto his family, and with Launa’s beautiful voice he was soon able to create a Wood Orchestra patterned after his father’s Wood Band in Woods Cross where he played the flute.  He taught his daughter to chord on the organ for the tunes he made.  A son learned to play the guitar, another to play the harmonica and still another son to play his beloved flute.  He taught himself to play the violin after he was 50 years of age, and with these instruments tuned and spiritedly led him, the music he produced recalled his boyhood band and choir days in Woods Cross, even if it didn’t rival it.

Peter and his flute became legendary.  He played it for celebrations, programs, for parties, for his own comfort and amusement, and for all this dances.  Sometimes he had only the organ to accompany him.  Other times he had a guitar or violin or both.  But whether he played alone or with others, Peter and his flute were always there.  With the first tremolo that lifted from his flute, as his lips caressingly whispered into it, dancers were on the floor ready to take the tempo he set, to dance the schottische, the quadrille or a reel, as his musical spell dictated. No dance was complete without Peter and his flute.  In later life, he contrived a neck band to hold the harmonica in place, and while his lips and tongue coaxed music from its reeds, his fingers would simultaneously strum the guitar.  This one-man band made the same dance-inducing music as his flute, both of which paid tribute to his talent and his love of sharing it with others.

Peter and Launa were a part of the first choir and religiously attended the weekly rehearsals held by the conductor, John J. Walser.  They both capably participated in the concerts, cantatas and operas he produced.  In the early days, they trundled the baby to these functions in a wheelbarrow so that (Lucy) Jane could attend also.  They looked upon these walks of 10 blocks as an accepted part of life.

Peter’s home was always filled to capacity at Conference time, his yard and stable filled with wagons and teams, his table loaded with good food and a hearty welcome for all.  His wives, Launa and Jane, were excellent cooks.  They worked together beautifully because they loved each other.  Launa expended the love for her lost children on those of Jane.  She not only helped in raising them but became a second mother to them, which made a united and loving family.  Something went out of their lives when Launa sickened and died.  She felt so many vacant spots that only she could fill.  She was such an integral part of Peter’s musical life that his love for and interest in that art could easily have died, too.  Instead, he let her continue to live in the music he enjoyed and produced. 

Being the watermaster for years, Peter made the necessary rounds, took care of ditches, the head gates, and the water in them.  He could be seen walking or riding a horse with a shovel over his shoulder, checking to make sure there were no leaky headgates and that users both took and released water on time.  Water to him was so precious that not a drop should be wasted.  In this capacity, he represented the community in Casas Grandes.  Old-timers say that with him in this work there was never any trouble.  Besides this his team was always ready to take General Authorities into the mountains whenever it was necessary.   

Peter was a great friend to the Mexican people.  He used to say, “If you make one friend of an Indian, he will make you a hundred more. Or if you make one enemy, he’ll make you a hundred more enemies.”  It was the same, he said, with the Mexican people.

Peter was the town dentist for years, and never broke a tooth.  With no anesthesia to deaden the painful yank, he had methods all his own to not only quiet the fears of the sufferer but to get his mind on something besides the menacing forceps he often tried to hide.  “Just let Uncle Pete get a look at that fellow that kept you awake all night, while you just think of a white horse without a tail.” If that didn’t provoke a smile he had other antics that would.  Before the patient was aware of it, the forceps were firmly in place and the tooth was out.

Peter, like his father, was spiritual-minded and early formed the habit of taking his problems to the Lord.  He never failed to get his answer, often through dreams.  Many problems were solved through following instructions given in his dreams and important moves in his life were dictated by what he had seen or been told in a dream.  The following are typical:  While on his Mission in Arizona, he returned to his homesteads in Woods Cross to sell out.  He received an offer of $1500 cash but hesitated because the offer had come from a gentile.  In answer to an earnest inquiry of the Lord, he was told to deal with the man.  He did, receive his money, and returned to his mission.  On another occasion he was told by heavenly messenger, surrounded by a bright light, “Go straight for Mexico!”  This occurred after he had prayerfully asked for guidance, and after he had arranged to move to Beaver.  “Go by all means,” his Bishop said when he reported his dreams.  “And God bless you!”

On the way to Mexico, in company with John McNeil, he was shown in a dream a way to cross the swollen Gila River, in which a large ox appeared by his team and guided them moving from side to side so quickly that he seemed intelligent.  Next morning he told McNeil he was going up the river.  “There’s no crossing there,” said McNeil.  But Peter was impressed to go.  Soon an Indian was riding by their side leading him toward San Carlos on the other side of the river. He later led his team and wagon safely across, going from side to side of his team, guiding them as the ox had done in his dream.  McNeil followed and they soon were safely across and on their way. 

He was a hard working man yet he took time each day to read a newspaper, or something good, most often the scriptures.  And every day he played one or all of the instruments he loved.  He could pick out a tune on any instrument he picked up.

Fifteen of his descendants have spent more than 25 years as full-time missionaries to the Mexican people.  Two of his descendants have spent two years working in the Andes Mission.  One son filled three Stake Mission calls among the Spanish-speaking people in the colonies.  These are some of the results that have flowed from his dreams concerning where he should move his family.

He died November 9, 1929 in Colonia Dublan, and was buried in the eastern cemetery in Colonia Juarez.

One of the climbing roses he brought to the country is het blooming in the yards of his sons Enos and Lee.

Nelle Spilsbury Hatch Stalwarts South of the Border, page 793

Senora Fimbres Killed by Apaches

Senora Fimbres Killed by Apaches

(as written by Nelle Spilsbury Hatch)

In the summer of 1927 Pedro Fimbres with his wife and two children, a boy of ten and a girl of five, set out for Bavispe in Sonora, Mexico.  It was a long, hard journey.  Some places were so steep they had to travel on foot, trailing or leading their horses up and down the tortuous mountain trails.  As they made their way down one steep descent, Senora Fimbres took the lead with the little boy riding behind.  Senor Fimbres followed on foot with the little girl in his arms, letting his horse pick its way down unhampered by a load.  When the little girl asked for a drink Pedro left the trail for a spring of water near by.  As he returned minutes later he heard his wife scream loud and agonizing.   Running toward her he saw Indian Juan jerk her from her horse, throw her onto the ground and begin pelting her with huge stones.  Shouldering the little girl he ran back to where some cowboys were rounding up cattle and gasped out his story.  They returned but when they arrived at the spot of the ambush she was not there.  At the top of a high ledge, on the rim of the round valley, they found the crumpled and mangled body of the woman.  The boy was gone.  As Pedro made his way down to her, through his crazed brain rushed recollection of all the losses he had suffered at the hands of Indian Juan–horses stolen, food caches looted, cattle driven off again and again and now the brutal murder of his wife and his son carried away to be tortured or raised as an Indian.

Pedro could endure no more.  Indian Juan must be made to pay.  Kneeling by the side of his murdered wife, he solemnly vowed “Come what will, I will never rest till you are avenged.”  He would follow Indian Juan to the remotest fastness; he would never stop till he had rescued his son and rescued and exacted full payment for his wife’s death.    By the time he had take her body to Nacori, his desire for vengeance was a consuming passion.  Enlisting friends to help, and being legally deputized to hunt and kill Indians, he left to carry out his vow.  For three hears he followed the wily savage, his thirst for revenge driving him into places where white man had never before set foot.  He combed mountain retreats in search of Indian hideouts following every clue or rumor no matter how wild or seemingly impossible.  When friends tired and left him he went on alone. He even crossed the border into the United States, told his story, and solicited help from the government there.  Failing to get it he returned to continue his search on his own.  Nothing could dissuade him.  No one could discourage him.  No warning checked him.  Even Lupa’s (Geronimo’s great grand daughter)  entreaty that he give up the search lest he lose his life went unheeded.

One day his brother, Calletano, heading his small party, climbed slowly to the top of a high, bald peak.  Weary and worn they sought water from the never failing Indian Spring.  There they would give the country one last over-look, refresh their weary horses, and eat their own meager lunch.  But as they neared the spring they unexpectedly saw Indians approaching it form the other side.  In a split second they realized that their long-sought enemies were near and that chance for vengeance had come.  Secreting themselves they waited.

First to appear was a squaw riding a burro.  They shot her as she was frenziedly trying to extract a gun from the side of her saddle.  A second Indian woman, following close behind darted into oak shubbery for protection but quick shots from the Mexicans wounded her in the arm.  Screaming she continued to run, her dangling arm impeding her as she scrambled over rocks and bushes.  The Mexicans in hot pursuit continued shooting until a fatal shot dropped her in the canyon bed.  Calletano fortunately had not joined in the chase but had remained on the spot where the shooting began.  Almost at once an Indian buck came in sight evidently in search of the reason for the shooting.  His eye took in the fleeing girl with Mexicans in close pursuit and cocking his gun he slipped along their trail stalking the pursuers under cover of rocks and brush, waiting for a favorable time to shoot.  He had not seen Calletano and not until a bullet spattered the rock near him did he realize his own danger.  He darted to cover behind a large tree.  Then began the shooting contest between the Indian behind the tree and Calletano concealed behind boulders.  Each was hidden by the other, except as one or the other darted a quick look to shoot.  Calletano could change his position but the Indian could only confuse by darting his head first from one side of the tree then the other.  Getting the exact level of which these quick peeks were made Calletano sighted his gun and in one deadly shot got his Indian.  Pedro returning with the others found Callentano bending over his fallen victim and recognized his archenemy Indian Juan.  The long search was over.  Indian Juan was dead–not by Pedro’s hand, but dead.  But were was his boy?  Not finding him Pedro’s brain reeled again and blind with rage and disappointment, he ordered the bodies placed in a pile.  He fiercely scalped them and left them to be buried by Cerilo Perez, a rancher they passed on their way home.

Pedro made a report of the killing to government officials and then prepared to continue the search for his son.  But the search ended before it begun.  Perez, when he went to bury the Indians, found that an attempt had already been made to bury them.  In a carefully laid up stone enclosure, covered by a beautiful Indian blanket, lay the three scalped bodies and on a pile of rocks by their side lay the scalped bodies and on a pile of rocks by their side lay the scalped and mutilated body of Fimbres’ son!

Who had killed the boy?  Certainly not Indian Juan who lay dead beside him.  Then who but the savage followers still at large in the hills.  And against them continued warfare must be waged if property and lives in and around the mountains were to be made safe.  Open season on Indians was therefore declared.  Capture or kill was the order.  Every rider through the mountains and every guard in the valley carried arms with which to fight this menace to the finish.

It was the vaqueros from Rancho Harris on the western slope of the Blues who finally located an Indian camp in a secluded valley of the Senora mountains.  With the aid of field glasses they studied the setup and made plans to take the camp by surprise making sure that none should escape.  No one but squaws could be seen, however, and the cowboys had scruples against killing women.  Only in urgent need of wiping out the menace made them decide to go with their plans.  They closed in, shouting and shooting as they rode, killing every squaw in camp as they scattered terrified and screaming, except one woman and girl.  By the trail of blood left, as the woman ran, they knew she could not go far before dying.

The girl was found two weeks later by Bill Byes near Alta Mirana as she roamed the hills in search of food.  Bye’s hounds treed her, the strangest cat they every treed, though one that could fight and scratch as fiercely as any feline.  She was induced to come down after the hounds had been called off, though she continued to fight and scratch at least provocation.  Byes took her to Casas Grandes where she was confined in the Juzgado comun (jail).  There she sat for days, glaring defiance at the crowds who clustered round her bars all hours of the day, contemptuously refusing food shoved in for her until her body collapsed and her proud spirit took flight–another wild heart broken by capture and confinement.

With her death the last Apache Indian in the Sierra Madre wilds was accounted for.  Her burial in the Casas Grandes cemetery rang the curtain down on the Apache menace to peace and safety which had persisted since Geronimo went on the rampage in 1880.

 

 

James Wilson Memmott

James Wilson MemmottJames Wilson Memmott

James Wilson Memmott

(1851-1919)

James Wilson Memmott was born February 25, 1941 in Sheffield, Yorkshire, England to William Memmott and Ann Wilson.  He was the third child in a family of seven. James had some schooling until he was 10 years old. When he was 12 years old he commenced to learn the engineering trade and at the age of 18 learned part of the milling business.

James married Elizabeth Hopkins on March 24, 1861, and they started for Utah that April 23, sailing on the ship Underwriter.  They arrived in New York on May 29, about six days before the Civil War started. From New York they traveled by river to Saint Joseph, Missouri, and by steamboat to Florence, Nebraska, arriving June 10. They traveled from Florence to Salt Lake City in the Milo Andrews and Abner Duncan train. “We had a first rate time and a good trip. I don’t think we were $5.00 to the good or$5.00 to the bad when we arrived in Salt Lake.” Here James and his wife met some of their Sheffield friends, including Harry Roper and Mathew Rowman.

Came to his wife settled in Payson, Utah. There a baby girl, Annie Elizabeth, was born July 16, 1862, but James’s wife never recovered and died September 13, 1862. This was a great sorrow to James who felt many times that it would be easier to return to his home in England. His mother took the baby girl to raise as her own.

James remained in Payson even though his family moved to Scipio. He did well in the shingle making business. In 1866 he took charge of Or Simons’ mill and held it for over 20 years, during which time he bought about $10,000 worth of land, two threshing machines, two sawmills, and built a good home. On May 15, 1871 Jane married Jane Mathewson, a young lady from Scotland. They had 10 children.

1890, James left what he had accumulated to this family and went to Mexico, arriving in Colonia Juarez July 9. There he met William R. R. Stowell who was leaving the next morning for Deming, New Mexico to find a Miller to run his gristmill. James, being a miller, was hired at one dollar a day. As people moved in, business increased, and it wasn’t long before James began to accumulate earthly possessions. Making a new start in business at the age of 49, and establishing himself and progressing as he did, is evidence of his industry, good management and thrift.

James married Mary Ann Miller Hills on June 14, 1894. They soon bought a home of their own. James ran the Stowell Gristmill for six years. He then bought a mill in Casas Grandes from Joseph Jackson for 12,000 pesos and operated it for seven years. After this, he sold it back to Joseph Jackson and moved to Colonia Juarez. During seven years James ran the mill at Casas Grandes he also ran a farm in San Jose which he had bought from Peter N. Skousen.  Later, he purchased a farm in Colonia Dublan and moved his family there. In 1907 he built a good trick home like many of the Saints were building in the colonies at that time.

James and Marianne had five children and a son of Mary Ann’s by a former marriage whom James treated as his own.  He and his family left Mexico in 1912 when all the people left. They returned once in 1915 the left again when general Pershing’s army came out. James died at his home in El Paso, Texas, on February 13, 1919, at the age of 78.

Violet Monroe Jensen, granddaughter

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