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LuDean Lunt Cardon

Sarah LuDean Lunt Cardon
July 28,1931 – September 1, 2018

St. George – Sarah LuDean Lunt Cardon, an elect lady, adoring wife, loving mother, grandmother, and great grandmother, passed away into the merciful arms of heaven on September 1, 2018, in St. George, Utah. 

LuDean was born in Colonial Pacheco, Chihuahua, Mexico on July, 28, 1931 to loving parents Clarence Lunt and Lavetta Cluff Lunt. She adored growing up in this mountainous, fertile valley, with her brothers and sisters, and the sheltering principles of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. 

LuDean was a happy, engaging, creative, and talented child. She was the Vice President of her Junior class in High School, as well as the charming queen for the popular Cinco de Mayo celebration, in Colonial Dublan.

She married her beloved Bob Cardon on March 7, 1950 in the LDS Arizona Temple.

They are the parents of five children 16 grandchildren and 21 great grandchildren.

LuDean’s entire life has been centered around her valiant testimony of the Savior, and her loving husband and family. Her faith and confidence in heaven and promised covenants, sustained her as well as every family member and friend who knew her. A day was not complete without charitable service to others. Even with many years of debilitating pain, she kept her kind hands busy, delivering over one hundred quilts to the Church Humanitarian Department to be distributed throughout the world. Every child and grandchild has been cuddled with a unique quilt made with her loving hands. 

She is a gourmet cook, skilled seamstress, an oil painting artist, and a genius with knitting and crochet needles. Her paintings are displayed with pride throughout the family. Home harvested canned goods, and homemade jellies and jams, have graced the shelves of her pantry and been shared with every child and grandchild. She is regarded by her entire posterity as an angel mother. 

LuDean served the Lord faithfully in many callings, including supporting her dear husband as Bishop, and Stake President for many years. Her journals are replete with stories of delivering homemade goods, pies, designer cakes, and rolls to appreciative family, church members, friends, and loved ones. She was often found at the computer writing histories and doing genealogical research for her kindred dead. 

One of her greatest sorrows was the premature death of her beloved father when she was 7 years old. 

Surely the dream of her tender heart will be realized as she embraces her Savior, and is held in the arms of her adoring father, never 

to be parted again. 

LuDean is survived by her loyal husband Emanuel (Bob) Gayle Cardon, her children, Robert Gayle and Tamera N, Cardon, of Edmond, Oklahoma, Mark L. Cardon, St. George, Utah, Marcia Cardon Bluth and Gary Bluth, Queen Creek, Arizona, C. Brent Cardon, and Marie Cardon, Lindon, Utah, and Colleen Cardon Evans and Rhett Evans, Olathe, Kansas. She is also survived by many, adoring, grandchildren and great grandchildren, as well as her sisters LaRee Lunt Shaw, Sylvia Lunt Heywood, and brothers Clarence Gary Lunt and Robert Berkley Lunt; also step brothers, Elwood Taylor, and Gerald Taylor.

LuDean is preceded in death by one brother, three sisters, one grandson and one great grandson, three step sisters, one step brother, and a wonderful step father, Loren Taylor.

Funeral services for LuDean Cardon will be Saturday, September 8, 2018 at 11:00 AM at 879 South River Road, St. George, Utah. There will be a viewing for family and friends from 9:00 AM-10:45 AM that same day. Interment at Tonaquint Cemetery, St. George, Utah. 

Arrangements are under the direction of McMillan Mortuary. Condolences may be shared at mcmillanmortuary.com

Published in The Spectrum & Daily News on Sept. 5, 2018

Eran Abegg Call

1929 ~ 2018

Eran Abegg Call, age 88, passed away peacefully on October 29, 2018, due to conditions incident to age. Born on December 2, 1929, in Colonia Dublán, Chihuahua, Mexico, he was the youngest child of Anson Bowen Call and Julia Sarah Abegg. As the youngest of 12 children, he was taught the importance of serving others and hard work by his mother, father, and siblings. Eran’s mother passed away when he was seven years old, and was raised by his dear father, “Papa Call,” and his older siblings. 
He graduated from the Juarez Stake Academy in Colonia Juarez, Mexico. He then attended college at Brigham Young University where he received a bachelor’s degree and ran the 440 for the track and field team. Eran was called to serve a full-time mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints in Mexico. He then served in the US Army in Panama during the Korean Conflict where he taught the gospel to the Kuna Indians of the San Blas Islands, baptizing the first Kuna Indian into the Church. 
Upon his return to Brigham Young University, he met his bride, love of his life, and best friend, Katherine “Kay” Groesbeck of Springville. After a brief courtship, Eran and Kay were married in the Salt Lake Temple on August 24, 1955. Later he attended New York University, where he earned a master’s degree in business administration. After graduating from NYU, they moved back to Utah to allow Kay to finish her nursing degree, fulfilling a promise Eran made to Kay’s father. 
Over Eran’s professional career he was active in business-from managing a department store to real estate investment and development. Eran’s central career was as a faculty member at Brigham Young University, from which he retired in December 1994. Eran was an active member in the community serving on the boards of several charitable organizations. His true passion was helping the less fortunate. Over the course of his life, he established numerous dental and medical clinics, orphanages, and schools in Mexico and Central America, rallying the aid of many physicians, dentists, hospitals’ and business people and support in an effort to improve the lives of thousands found in humble circumstances. 
At the age of 40, Eran was called to serve as mission president of the Mexico, Mexico City Mission. Within 10 days of his calling by Pres. Harold B. Lee, Eran, Kay and their 6 children were in Mexico City ready to serve. This Church calling was among many Eran would receive, including Bishop, Stake Presidency Counselor, Sealer, Director of the Church Education System in Central America, Patriarch, Mexico MTC President, General Authority Seventy, Area President Mexico North Area, the first Temple President of the Monterrey Mexico Temple, and full-time Public Relations Missionary in the Caribbean Area. Together he and Kay served over 16 years in Latin America and the Caribbean.
Eran was blessed with a keen mind, dogged work ethic, deep compassion for the needy, and a pure and enduring faith in Jesus Christ and His restored gospel. He will be remembered, especially by his children, for the love and respect he held for their mother, his wife and dearest friend, Kay. 
He is survived by his daughters, Katherine “Kathy” (Robert) Hymas, Bahia Blanca, Argentina, Christine (Guy) Golightly, Spanish Fork, Julia (Daniel) Doxey, Provo; sons, Robert (Suzanne), Oregon, John (Ann), California, Steven (SueEllen), Orem, Thomas (Hilary), California, Matthew (Maria), Indiana, David (Shanni), Spanish Fork; as well as 18 granddaughters, 25 grandsons, and 24 great-grandchildren. 
He was preceded in death by his dear wife Kay, by his parents; his sisters Lorna, Ola, Fulvia, Nelda, Vesta, and Ruth; brothers Ara, Omer, Homer, Adro Thone, and Arnold. 
Funeral Services will be held Saturday, November 3rd, at 12:00 noon, at the Edgemont 14th Ward Chapel located at 4200 North Foothill Drive, Provo, Utah, where a Viewing will be held prior from 9:30 to 11:30 am. Interment in Springville Evergreen Cemetery, Springville, Utah.
Funeral Directors: Utah Valley Mortuary. Condolences may be expressed to the family at www.uvfuneral.com.

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

Page 579

Robert Chestnut Beecroft

 

ROBERT CHESTNUT BEECROFT

(1873-1958)

Robert Chestnut Beecroft was born in Holden, Millard County, Utah, July 15, 1873. He was the son of John Hurst and Ellen Chestnut Beecroft.

December 24, 1889 he arrived with his parents in Colonia Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico. There he remained with his uncle, Henry Chestnut, who was night-watchman at the Henry Eyring store, until March 1890, when he moved on to Colonia Pacheco.

In Pacheco, he went to work at a sawmill, first for Al Farnsworth and later for John Campbell. He dearly loved the people of Pacheco. The memory of friendships with such men as John E. and Walter H. Steiner and William and David P. Black were cherished memories all of his life.

There in Pacheco Robert Chestnut Beecroft met Lilly Marinda Rowley. They were married April 14, 1894. To them were born a boy, Nello Robert, August 11, 1896 and a girl, Emma, January 4, 1898.

Besides working at sawmills, “Rob” did freighting.

In March 1898 he moved his family to Colonia Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico. There, two girls were born to them, Lilly Mae, September 30, 1899, and Ellen, July 27, 1902.

Rob carried on as a freighter, hauling ore from the El Tigre mine, near Colonia Oaxaca to Nuevo Casas Grandes, Chihuahua, Mexico. The road he traveled over was truly a pioneer road. The treacherous Bavispe River had to be crossed. The Pulpit Canyon road was next to impassable. It was solid rock for miles and in places it was like a staircase.

At one point called “The Squeeze” it was so narrow that a wagon could barely pass through.  There were drops from ledge to ledge to ledge; the wagon tongue would knock the horses from side to side, even knocking them down at times. His own words tell it thus:

I made my living freighting, driving six to eight horses on one line and three wagons. The mountain roads were so rough that could only take one wagon at a time, taking it to the top of the mountain, leaving it, and going back after the next. After getting the last wagon to the top, I would put the ore all in one wagon. The trip was then made the rest of the way to Nuevo Casas Grandes. The ore was then loaded on the train and taken to El Paso, Texas to the smelters.

In Colonia Oaxaca, Rob built a brick house for his family. Later a flood came down the Bavispe River, washed sixteen houses away and took the roof of his new brick home.

His wife Lilly died in 1904, so he moved back to Pacheco with his young children. His brother John took Nello and Emma to Colonia Garcia. Mae went to live with Lilly’s sister, Ozella Rowley. Ellen went to another sister of Lilly’s, Orissa Rowley, while Rob continued freighting.

There in Pacheco he met and married Nancy Erina Buchanan, October 18, 1905. At this time, Robert had acquired some farm land and farmed in season. He also worked on adjoining sawmills, being fireman and engineer. 

December 3, 1906 they had a son born, William Elvin.

Rob said:

In 1908 I was called to go on a two year mission in Mexico. I took my wife and baby with me to Salt Lake City. There we were sealed. Then we took the train back to El Paso. We had to walk across the bridge crossing the Rio Grande River which separates the USA and Mexico. Edna and the baby took a train for the colonies which was the way back home for them, while I took another train for Mexico City and my mission, where I labored for a little over two years. I arrived back home Christmas Eve 1910. While on my mission in Mexico State I was living at Ozumba. I presided over eight different branches. Rey L. Pratt was President over the Mexican Mission, with Will Jones as first counselor and myself as second counselor.

While laboring there I was fined for not paying taxes on my wages. We were in court two days. The judge said either my church paid me or the people over whom I presided paid me. I told him that neither of them did, but that I paid my own way. I appealed to Chalco, and the officers at Chalco appealed to the state capitol. But I never did hear from them again.

His mission being ended, he took a train for home, arriving at the nearest railroad station in Pearson, Chihuahua, near Colonia Juarez where his wife Edna awaited him. His son Nello met him at Pearson with horses. “Horseback” they returned to Pacheco arriving Christmas Eve, 1910. For the first time he saw his daughter Marva, who was born four months after he left for his mission. She was born February 17, 1909.

Again in Rob’s own words:

Back to work again, sawmilling. We moved to Cumbre sawmill working for Lester Farnsworth and John Whetten. They had acontract to build a bridge which was the highest bridge in America,being 800 feet high, and took one million feet of timber. At Cumbre was a tunnel that was three-quarters of a mile long which the train went through.

October 5, 1911 a baby boy was born to us, Carl J.

In 1912, because of the Mexican Revolution, we were told to leave Mexico. In August of that year we put our women and children on the train and sent them to El Paso. All men over fifty years of age, and boys under sixteen years had to go with the women. All boys over sixteen had to stay with the men. So my son Nello stayed with me, as he had just turned sixteen August 11.

Early the next morning, the train left Pearson for El Paso, Texas, USA, while we men and boys headed back to the mountains and our homes and our crops.

I had to stay to a meeting in Colonia Juarez, at President Bentley’s place, and before I got back to my home at Pacheco, which was thirty-five miles from Colonia Juarez, our Bishop met me and sent me through the hills, away from the road to Colonia Garcia as a runner, to tell the Garcia men to meet with the Pacheco men at a certain place in the mountains. Then the valley men were to meet us and all head for the USA together. In our travel overland, Bishop A.D. Thurber was chosen captain. He chose Lester B. Farnsworth as first assistant and Robert C. Beecroft as second assistant of the company, which consisted of 240 men.

The night we left our homes at Pacheco the Mexicans set fire to the town, burning all the lumber houses.

Our daughter Valoise was born August 6, 1915 at St. Johns, Arizona.

I went back to Mexico because our land and everything we owned was there. In our company going back was myself and family, brother John and family, Frank 0’Donnal and family, John and Bert Whetten and their families.

We landed at Colonia Dublan.  I was the night watchman at the Farnsworth and Romney store for about one year.  I then hired a 200 acre farm.  Our crops were alfalfa, wheat, and beans.  I farmed there for a number of years.

We had another daughter Ethel born January 22, 1922 in Colonia Garcia.

While working with Lester B. Farnsworth in 1922 at Garcia he acquired 140 head of cattle. The men of the town of Garcia together purchased the Jacobson cattle, with the UT brand. These cattle were located on the ranch near the Dublan Lakes. They were paid for with lumber from the Garcia mill. Later he moved these cattle to the North Valley Ranch near Chuhuichupa, where he also moved his family. There he also farmed, raising corn, oats and potatoes.

February 18, 1925 a daughter, Maurene, was born in Chuhuichupa.

In the autumn of 1926, because of illness of his daugher Ethel, he and Edna with their family moved to Douglas, Arizona to give medical care to
Ethel.

Douglas was born while there, February 18, 1927.

In 1928, Rob sold his cattle that he had on the North Valley Ranch. He invested the money with the Farnsworth and Romney Mercantile Company. They owned a store in Sabinal, a rich silver mine on the Corralitos Ranch. They sent Robert there to run the store. His family was in Colonia Juarez where Elvin, Marva and Carl were enrolled in the Juarez Stake Academy.

Later Rob was transferred to the store in Juarez, owned by the same Mercantile Company.

In 1931 he sold his equity in the Mercantile business for cattle. He moved his cattle and his family back to Chuhuichupa.

In 1932 he rented his cattle out and moved to Mesa, Arizona. Later he sold his cattle and bought a home near the Arizona Temple in Mesa.

Robert passed away October 2, 1958 at his home, 240 Wood Lane, Mesa, Arizona.

Ellen Beecroft Farnsworth, daughter

Stalwarts South of the Border,

Nelle Spilsbury Hatch pg 27

Samuel John Robinson

Samuel John Robinson

1863-1948

Samuel John Robinson was born in Payson, Utah, County, Utah, on December 10, 1863.  His parents, Joseph Robinson and Jemima Parkes Robinson had been converted to the Gospel and joined the Church in England.  They were married in England just before the sailing to America.  They found ways of crossing the plains and going to Zion.  Joseph drove cattle and sheep for one of the brethren, and Jemima found a way with another company by assisting in the care of children.  They worked for about three years in Utah before establishing a home.  When Johnston’s Army was coming to Utah they moved south and made their home in Payson.

Being a convert to the Church, his mother was very strict in observance of the Sabbath.  They were not allowed to play on that day and required not only to attend church with the family but to listen to what was said, and when they returned home to be able to tell who spoke and what they said, as nearly as they could remember.  The children were raised strictly according to Mormon standards.            

When Samuel John Robinson was 15 years of age, he father was called on a mission, and being the eldest son, his responsibility was to assist his mother in managing the farm and supporting the family.

At an early age, he was given a part in one of the Ward dramas which he took home to study.  His mother objected and said it might lead him into bad company.  She had not forgotten the traditions of Old World, i.e., that the theater might lead a person astray.  After explaining to her the conditions and naming the people of the cast, she consented.  After that, he was often given a part on the stage, both in the drama and in concerts.

In July of 1886 he and Minnie Amelia Stark were married in the Logan Temple. In 1891, he was called on a mission to England.  But before leaving, he made a trip to Mexico and married Annie Elizabeth Walser who had moved to Mexico with her father and his family.  He filled a two-year mission to England, having enjoyed some success and a great deal of satisfaction. 

In the fall of 1894, Samuel John Robinson left Payson, Utah and began a journey by team to the Mormon colonies in Chihuahua, Mexico.  He was in the company of Timothy Jones and family.  It was a long journey.  But at length he reached Colonia Juarez and was rejoined with his family, including his wife Minnie and their four children, and Annie Elizabeth Walser, whom he had not seen since their marriage before he left for England.

He sought advice from Apostle George Teasdale as to where he should settle.  Brother Teasdale told him to go to Colonia Dublan and look around, then if he didn’t find anything there to come back and he would go with him to Pacheco.  This advice was followed and he decided to remain in Colonia Dublan.  All the land that was being used by the colonists in Dublan at the time was along the river.  The Robinsons were able to secure land from George W. Patten.

Soon after moving to Dublan, Anson B. Call, Sunday School Superintendent, was called to fill a mission in England.  Samuel John Robinson was called to fill the vacancy. This was the beginning of a busy life of service in the community.

In December of 1899, at the age of 44, he was called to be Bishop of the Dublan Ward, with Joseph S. Cardon and Anson B. Call as Counselors.

From the terrenos in Dublan along the river to the hills on the east was prairie land, the development of which held the secret of the future colony.  Each year when the summer rains came the prairie would become beautiful with tall green grass and wild flowers.  Some way had to be found to irrigate the prairie land.

East of the colony, in the foothills, were two dry lakes.  Water from the hills collected in them during the rainy season, but by spring they would be almost dry.  It was thought that if, during the high water season, water from the river could be used to fill the lakes, they could be made into reservoirs and provide a source of needed irrigation.

In order to realize this, a canal would have to be built to carry the water a distance of six miles from the river to the lakes.  This could only be accomplished by a cooperative effort on the part of the people.  Many had no faith in the project, and it was a difficult talk to convince them of the feasibility of such and undertaking.  There was much opposition to the proposed plan but, with the help and advice of President Anthony W. Ivins, a sufficient number were converted and the work commenced.

Samuel John Robinson and Joseph S. Cardon staked off the route which seemed best.  This was checked by Louis Paul Cardon who had knowledge of surveying.  Later, trained surveyors were brought in.  They pronounced the original route good, and no changes were made.  About this time, Henry E. Bowman moved to Dublan to open up a mercantile business.  He was able to procure the much needed railroading equipment from Colonel Green, which he sold to the colonists, and the building of the canal was begun.

In April of 1903, a great sorrow came into the family life of the Robinsons.  Annie Elizabeth, the beloved wife and dear companion to all the family, passed away.  She gave her life that little twin girls might be born.  One twin died at birth and went with her mother.  The other stayed with the family for only a few months.  The three other children—Irwin, Louise, and Martha—were taken by Minnie and raised as her own.

In about 1906, Samuel John Robinson purchased the Dublan tract from President Ivins and assumed responsibility for plotting the land and distributing it.  In 1911, the canal was completed sufficiently to use.  The water was turned in and the project dedicated.

All through his life, Samuel John Robinson took great interest in young people and their activities and entertainment.  He promoted the drama for which he had a great love.  Many memorable plays were produced under his direction.  He often took part himself.  Plays such as The Two Orphans, Rag Pickers of Paris, May Blossom, Silver King, and East Lynn, he directed as well as taking part.  He continued this work until he was well along in years, never considering it a burden to go at night to attend rehearsals.

In 1928, he went on a short-term mission to California where he made many friends and did a good work for the Church.

The Robinson family left the colonies at the time of the Exodus, but they returned in 1914.  In December of that year, the town of Dublan was filled with Pancho Villa’s men.  On the evening of December 24, armed men went to the Robinson home to enter and search the place.  When their demands were refused, they left saying they would return and burn the house.  When the family realized that they intended to carry out their threat, the womenfolk and some of the boys found refuge with a neighboring Mexican family.  As the home became enveloped in flames, the mother and children went down through the corn field to the big ditch.  They followed through the fields to the home of Bishop Call.  There they were made welcome and spent the remainder of the night.  The next morning they were joined by Samuel and the boys who had remained with him hidden during the night.  It was a joyful reunion.  All were thankful that no lives had been lost but the family was left destitute, as nothing was salvaged from the fire.

Again, they left the colonies and went to work on the El Gato ranch above El Paso, in Canutillo, Texas.  There they remained until they were able to rebuild their home in Colonia Dublan.

After Minnie passed away, in 1934 Samuel stayed at home for a time, overseeing all three families living in the single home.  He filled the role of both father and mother and kept things going.

In his later years, he devoted his time to genealogical work.   He worked in the Salt Lake Temple and later in the Mesa Temple.

During his last illness, he was in Phoenix at the home of his son, Elmo.  He passed away on April 16, 1948, in his 85th year. During his lifetime, the hymn, School Thy Feelings was often a great comfort, and he expressed his liking for it.  The music for his funeral was furnished by a group of 11 grandsons under the direction of J. Ben Taylor.  His favorite hymns were sung at this time, School Thy Feelings being one of them. He was buried in the Colonia Dublan cemetery.  Today his remains rest on the prairie that he loved so much and that is now beginning to blossom as he dreamed it would.

Lucille R. Taylor, daughter

Stalwarts South of the Border,

by Nelle Spilsbury Hatch pg. 575

James Berry Chandler

James Berry Chandler

1861-1939

Born January 9, 1861 a Clairborne Parish, Louisiana, James Berry Candler is the second child of James and Elizabeth Frances Stewart Chandler.  His father volunteered for the Civil War and left his wife and two small children with his parents, Little Berry and Lucy Swan Chandler.  Near the end of the war, Benjamin, a young man of only 24 years of age contracted a devastating disease, died of measles on May 4, 1864 and was buried in Lynchburg, Virginia.  He left two children: James,  and his elder sister, Elizabeth Matilda Chandler, who was born in July, 1859, Elizabeth Frances, the widow of Benjamin , had to work at whatever  she could get to do to earn a living for Jim and is sister Matilda.  Jim’s mother would send him to sell butter and hand-made socks that she knitted to earn a living.  Jim often had to work all day for a cup of fresh, sweet milk for his supper because if he did not earn it, he had to drink skimmed milk which otherwise would be given to the animals to drink.  James Beery Chandler was an independent young man and had a terrible temper.  Once when his mother asked him to build the fire in the fireplace and he could not get the fire to burn to suit him, he began to beat the fire with a stick of wood and live coal popped out onto his sister’s dress and burned it to cinders.  It was Jim’s responsibility to make the fire for his mother to cook breakfast, and he was expected to get up so early in the mornings that he had to wait a long time for it to become light so they could go to work.  Jim vowed that when he was grown and was his own boss he would sleep as long as he wanted.

His mother was remarried in about 1866 to James T. Gaines.  She then took her two young children and moved to Texas.  She never contracted any of the Chandler’s again.  Jim never knew anything about his relatives.  There were a few memories that lingered in his mind, but they were so faint he could not be sure what was true and what was not.

James Berry Chandler, or Jim, as he was always called, was raised in Texas on the frontier and had very little chance for schooling.  This was one of his larger regrets.  He always said his children should never lack for an education.  His two great ambitions in life were to make his “little woman” happy and give his children a good education. He felt bitter disappointment when circumstances beyond his control prevented the complete education of his children, but one son and three daughters finally completed a college education.

In Texas they moved several times before finding a permanent home in Rock Springs, Edwards County, where they owned a ranch and small farm.  Jim had to go to the fields and help with the farm work and he said his stepfather made fun of him for being so slow and would often stand his hoe up and sit at the end of the row to see if Jim was moving. One day his stepfather told him that if he would hoe the rows clean they would give him an extra portion of his favorite food for dinner.  Jim went to the garden and went to work.  His stepfather soon came to see how he was doing and, much to his surprise, Jim had hoed up every plant along with the weeds.

His sister Matilda married Henry Thompson in 1878, and part of the time they all lived together at the farm.  Jim began to give way to his temper to such an extent that his brother-in-law told him that if he did not control it, it would lead him to the gallows.  Jim had never given to serious thought before, but he was sure he didn’t want to end up that way.

Eventually, his stepfather went into the sheep business and Jim herded sheep and took out his earnings in sheep.  He worked hard, and by the time he was 28 years old, he had accumulated 900 sheep and several hundred dollars on hand, and decided it was time to go and find a wife.  His mother’s older sister, Martha J. Stewart, had married a man named John A. York and was living in Arkansas.  Jim decided to go and visit them and look for a bride.  On the first day of May in 1889, he and his aunt’s family were on their way to a May Day picnic and passed a group of young people.  Jim saw an attractive young lady.  Finally, he tugged at his aunt’s arm and said gently, “that girl is mine.”  When they arrived at the picnic grounds, he jumped down off the wagon and kept looking for her.  The girl was Beaulah Hazeltine Brown.  She was indignant when she heard about the stranger that wanted to meet her, so she refused.  Later at another gathering they met again and became acquainted.  Him left soon after that and went back to Texas where he spent all that winter fixing his farm for his intended wife, because he planned to marry Beaulah in the spring.

Beaulah’s father depended on his daughter for everything.  He strongly objected to her marriage, giving as one reason their difference in age to meet at a cousin’s home in Malvern, Hot Springs County, Arkansas.  On the 30th of May, 1890 they were married.  When her father and brothers returned home from work for dinner and found she was gone, the father set the two brothers after her with guns, giving them strict orders to bring her back home even if they had to us the guns.  But the boys missed them.  Jim and Beaulah went to the train station and left Arkansas and went to Jim’s home in Texas. 

Their first child was born June 16, 1891, a daughter, and they named her Missouri Frances Chandler.  A son was born the following year on August 12, 1892, and they named him William Lion Chandler.  On November 2, 1893 they had a daughter named Hattie Matilda who died three months later on February 10, 1894.  James Walter Chandler was born September 23, 1895, and Tommie Brown Chandler was born May 24, 1897.  The name Tommie was the maiden name of Beaulah’s mother (Missouri Williams Tommie) and his middle name was her own maiden name.  Albert Jasper Chandler was born February 4, 1899.  All seven of these children were born in Rocksprings, Edwards County, Texas.

In about the year 1898, Jim sold his ranch and bought the city water works and blacksmith shop in Rocksprings, Texas.  He did all the blacksmith work and furnished water for the entire town.  He gave water to many people who were too poor to pay him and he was well liked by everyone that knew him.  Jim was appointed Road Overseer for one term in Edwards County.  His duty was to summon the men of his district to work the road when work needed to be done.  At that time, there lived a man in the district who was called a bully and had been in the habit of dodging his share of road work.  One time this man failed to appear so Jim reported the case to the proper authorities.  After court adjourned, this bully jumped onto Jim.  They had quite a struggle before Jim laid him out cold.

Beaulah was not in good health, and the doctor seemed to think another climate might be better for her.  Jim sold everything except 15 head of horses, and, on the third day of April, 1900, the family left Texas for Arizona.  He talked to his sister Matilida and her husband Henry Thompson and family into going with them. Before leaving, all their neighbors came by to bid them goodbye, and someone asked Jim why he was going to Arizona. He answered jokingly, that he was moving out among the Mormons to get another wife. Naturally they had a big laugh since all any of them knew about Mormons was polygamy. 

James Berry Chandler and Beaulah took five young children on this trip, ranging in age from one to nine.  Matilda and her husband had seven young children.  Each family outfitted a covered wagon holding all of their earthly belongings.  There was a white-top buggy for the two women and the children who were too small to walk.  Beaulah drove the white-top.  Henry drove one wagon and Him the other.  Henry’s two older sons Will and John Thompson, drove the loose horses.  They started out with 15 head but, since it was still spring, several colts were born on the trip.

Instead of going to Arizona, Jim settled in Lincoln County, New Mexico.  The journey had been more expensive than they had expected and the teams were tired.  The youngest baby, Albert, and Matilda’s daughter Lottie, both about two months old, were very sick.  Everyone expected the babies to die.  They had a bad case of summer complaint or dysentery.  They stopped in a place called Silver Springs Canyon, which was across the mountains from Alamogordo, New Mexico.  It was near a goat ranch.  Someone told them to feed the babies goat milk and they would get well.  The rancher was good to them and he let them have all the goat milk they needed for the babies. 

The two families landed in Capitan, New Mexico in July.  They camped near a creek.  The men obtained work in a coal mine in Colora, a few miles from Capitan.  In Colora the houses were all alike.  You had to count them to be sure you were in the right one.  In a few weeks they left and went to Angus, New Mexico, in a small valley where Jim took work on a farm. 

When it was crop planting time, they rented a small farm near a stream and raised vegetables and chickens to sell.  They also had a little orchard and raised apples.  They used to earn money by catching gophers and selling them for the bounty which was about 10 or 12 cents apiece.

It was about four to six miles from their place to the post office in Angus, New Mexico.  On Saturday afternoon, the family was going into town to get the mail and do the weekly shopping, when they met Henry coming home from town.  He said, “Jim there are two preachers over there who preach the best doctrine I have ever heard.  They will preach tomorrow, come over and hear them.”  When he told them the preachers were Mormons, Beaulah said, “I’ll not go to hear them.”  Beaulah was raised a “hard-shell” Southern Baptist.  She stayed home that Sunday and Jim went to hear them preach.  After the service, Jim went over to the Elders and asked to see their horns.  Of course they laughed and took off their hats to show their horns.  Jim told them he was very much impressed with the service.  The names of two missionaries were Elder James T. Lisonbee and Elder Edward R. Jones.

One day Jim went to the little town of Capitan with vegetables, eggs and chickens to sell.  After selling his load and buying groceries with the proceeds, just as he was leaving town, he happened to see the two Elders.  He knew they were on their way to his house and he thought about what people would say if they saw him with the missionaries, so he decided to turn around and take another way out of town.  James Berry Chandler went home, fed and watered his team, came into the house and no more than sat down by the fire than a knock came at the door.  It was the two Elders.  They had walked all the way from town, between four and six miles. Jim felt ashamed of himself that he invited them in and confessed what he had done.  Of course the Elders just made a joke of it.

After supper, just before time to retire, it was always the family custom to have a visiting minister (of any church) read a chapter in the Bible and say a prayer.  Elder Lisonbee read, then asked the young Elder Jones to offer prayer.  He appeared quite bashful and spoke slowly.  The family never forgot that prayer, there was something very impressive about its simplicity.  He asked the Lord to bless the night’s rest, that all might have strength to arise in the morning able to go about their work, that dreams might be for the enlightening of their minds, and that all might understand the truth. 

That night Beaulah had a dream.  To quote her own words: “I dreamed that I went to Salt Lake City and went to a beautiful temple which was enclosed by a rock wall.  I went into the temple, and had to go through a tunnel to get to the temple proper, then I was taken to the baptism room, where there was a fountain of water resting on 12 oxen.  The head and shoulders were turned away from the pool.  Then I strolled through the temple grounds, I saw many statues and all kinds of flowers.”  Although the dream was clear and very impressive she did not mention it to anyone the next day.  They had a good visit with the two Elders and soon they left, promising to return in two weeks.

During those two weeks, Beaulah had another dream.  Again, to use her own words; “That time I was sitting on the porch, when a man walked up and introduced himself to me.  I had never heard his name before; he said he was Brigham Young.  He sat next to me and we talked for a while. At the time I did not realize the significance of this dream.“

In two weeks, the missionaries came again; it was about the same time of day as it had been before.  After the evening meal was over, and the work was done, Beaulah went into the living room with the others who had gathered around the fireplace and were talking about many things.  They Elders were explaining various principles of the Gospel. Just as she walked in, one of the Elders had just taken out a Church paper from his valise.  On the front page was a picture of the prophet Brigham Young.  Beaulah was quite surprised and she said, “That’s Brigham Young isn’t it!”  The Elders asked if she had ever seen that picture before and she said, “No, but I saw the man in a dream the other night.”  She then related the dream about the temple, and the Elders said she could have described it better if she had been there in person.

One thing Beaulah noticed and liked about the Elders was that, when they came to the house, instead of expecting to be treated as a special guest (as the ministers of the other churches of that day did) they would offer their services to help with the work around the place.  One Elder used to milk the cows, and the other helped with the dishes.  The Chandler house became their headquarters during the two or so years while the family was in New Mexico.

James Berry Chandler bought a little book called, The Voice of Warning, by Parley P. Pratt.  He also bought a Book of Mormon.  At first Beaulah did not want to read anything.  But her husband was not a good reader, so he would ask her to read to him, which she did. In reading The Voice of Warning, Beulah became interested in the promise made by Moroni in the Book of Mormon.  When Beaulah read that she decided to test it.  So she began reading the Book of Mormon.  She was impressed and knew in her heart that if the Bible was the work of God, so was the Book of Mormon.

On Thanksgiving Day, November 28, 1901, they were baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  A Brother Lamb, a former Baptist Elder, and his family were baptized the same day.

A year after they joined the Church, they had another child.  She was born November 22, 1902.  They named her Ruth Florence Chandler.  A few months later, the family was stricken with influenza.  The three youngest children contracted pneumonia.  Andrew Berry Chandler, age two, died on January 18, 1903 and Ruth Florence Chandler, age two months, died on January 26, 1903.  The Elders had just just left the Chandler home days before the first death occurred.  There were no other Saints in the community.  After the first baby died, the other two were too ill for the parents to leave them, so a friend had to arrange for the grave and bury the baby.  Jim felt there must be some kind of funeral service. There was no one there but himself, so he and the two older children sang “Redeemer of Israel.”  He felt that the song would take place of a funeral service.

On Christmas day, December 25, 1903, Jim and Beaulah had another son, and named him Franklin Richard Chandler. 

Their ninth child, Jesse Stephen Chandler, was born April 11, 1906 in Capitan, New Mexico.  Jim acted as the doctor and nurse for his wife at this birth.  This was the year Jim felt an urgent need to take his children where there were Saints and a good school.  So again Jim pulled up stakes and went to Mexico.

They moved to Colonia Dublan, where there was an organized Ward.  It was a dramatic change in life style for them.  The LDS way of living was very new to them and they had a difficult time for a year or so.  They had always lived on the frontier.  Jim had a difficult time getting established.  But the family was blessed in many ways. 

One of their neighbor’s crop of potatoes was flooded by heavy rains and ruined.  He let the crop go unharvested and the next year it grew up in the weeds and tall sunflowers.  He told Jim if he would clear the weeds off all the ground and plant it again, Jim could have the potatoes for his work.  Him went to work and harvested enough potatoes to last the family through the winter.  They picked fruit for the neighbors and canned enough for themselves.  They lived on bottled peaches without sugar and bread and potatoes without seasoning except salt.  Despite the re-adjustments, the family loved living among the people and were determined to never live where the Church organization did not exist.

The first winter in Dublan, their baby boy, Jesse, took the measles and spinal meningitis, and he nearly died.  About the seventh he appeared to be breathing his last.  They called the Bishop and Ammon Tenney who administered to him.  All at once he relaxed and went to sleep.  The next morning he was well and sat up all day.

Two daughters were born to the family while living in Colonia Dublan.  Beaulah Alva was born March 24, 1908 and Hastletine was born February 28, 1910.  Jim finally obtained a contract with the railroad, and the family started to save money for a trip to Salt Lake City.  By June 1911, they had enough money saved to go to the temple to have our family sealed.

In the meantime, the people were told that they might have to leave Mexico and not to make any obligations where they had to go into debt.

The boys were working with their father on the railroad, saving some of their earnings for spending money on the trip to Salt Lake City.  When it came time to go, their son, Tommie, was sent to Dublan from the railroad camp to tell his mother when to leave.  He came on horseback and, on his way, asked his father to let him have the money he had saved which was $25.00.  His father told him he had batter leave the money he had saved with him for fear he might lose it on the way home.  Tommie begged his father to let him take it, so he finally gave it to him but warned him to be careful.  On the way he was robbed by two Mexican soldiers who took the saddle and bridle off the horse, search him, and took the money and left him to ride about 20 miles bareback.

The family had nine children, and the trip to Salt Lake City on the train cost them between 11 and 12 Mexican dollars.  They were gone a total of two weeks.

While they were in Salt Lake City, word came that the trouble in Mexico was about settled, so they went back and Jim signed a new railroad contract.  He went into debt for new material and bought new dump carts.

In 1912, soldiers demanded all their guns and ammunition from the colonists, and took cattle and horses at will.  The colonists were told to leave for their own safety.  The younger children and Beaulah left with the women and children in the first Exodus.  Jim and the two older boys remained working on the railroad contract and, sometime after the rest of the family left, rebels came and robbed the road camp, taking everything.  They captured Jim and took him to help fight a battle at Cumbre Tunnel.  Part of the trip was after dark, so he managed to escape.

The rebels loaded all the supplies on wagons and left.  That night the work animals made their way back to camp.  The two boys tailed them to where they left the wagons and proceeded to the pack animals.  The boys recovered the wagons and teams and returned to Dublan.  They then received news that the women and children were in El Paso where the city provided camping places for them.  From there, the U.S. Government and Church Authorities provided transportation for the people to whatever location they desired.

The James Berry Chandler family chose to go to Graham County, Arizona.  In September 1912, Jim and the two boys went to Arizona.  They moved around several times for the next three years, from Hubbard to Pima, and finally to Thatcher.  They chose Thatcher so that the children would be close to a school.

Beaulah’s brother, James Brown, died in July, 1917, and left her $2,500 in cash as well as land in Corpus Christi, Texas.  When they inherited the land, they soon discovered that they owed back taxes.  A few years later that property proved to have 40 acres of oil on it, and the people that took the property became millionaires. 

Jim and Beulah were grateful just for the cash inheritance, and bought property in Red Rock, Arizona.  Beaulah was called to be the Relief Society President in the Franklin Branch.  Eventually the family returned to Thatcher to make that their permanent home.  Jim Chandler died June 27, 1939.

Submitted by Eileen Miller, granddaughter

Stalwarts South of the Border,

Nelle Spilsbury Hatch, page 104

Charles Whipple

Charles Whipple

1863-1919

Charles Whipple, son of Edson Whipple and Harriet Yeager, was born on September 9, 1863 in Provo, Utah, on the Bench, now called Orem.  Edson Whipple was acquainted with the Prophet Joseph Smith and with Brigham Young and helped build the Nauvoo Temple.  He crossed the plains in the first company, driving Heber C. Kimball’s team and wagon and after the Saints landed in the Salt Lake Valley, he managed Kimball’s farm for him.

Edson was the husband of five wives and it is said that he had hoped to establish a colony of his sons and daughters on the shores of Utah Lake, west of Spanish Fork.  He was a cattleman and farmer and an influential man in the early days of Provo.  He was friendly to everyone and said he would not have an enemy.

Edson was called with his families to help settle Arizona.  They settled around Show Low in the northern part of the state.  Hans Hansen had also been called with his family to settle there.  That is where Charles met Annie Catherine Hansen, daughter of Hans Hansen and Mary Andersen.  Although Charles was eight years older than Annie, they were married in Snowflake when she was just past 15 by President Jesse N. Smith and went by team and wagon back to the St. George Temple.  There they received their endowments and were sealed on November 3, 1885.

In the spring of 1887 they went up to Park City where Charles got a job cutting ties.  After two years they were both back in Show Low.  Charles worked one season in Fort Apache with his father-in-law, Hans Hansen, doing mason work.  While they were in Provo, his own father, Edson Whipple, on account of polygamy, had moved with his two wives, Harriet and Amelia, to Mexico.  He had quite a few cattle and being an old man of 84, he needed Charles to help him.

They loaded their belongings in a wagon with a bed and stove in it.  After a long tiresome journey, they arrived in Colonia Juarez in the fall of 1889.  When they reached the top of the hill looking into Colonia Juarez they said it looked like a little paradise.  They moved out on the Whipple ranch eight miles from town where they milked cows and Annie made butter and cheese to sell.  They also served many free meals to people going and coming who liked to drop in.  Charles liked to have company and he liked Annie to cook up a good meal for his friends.  He was very free-hearted and liked to entertain.  In later years as his family grew he liked to invite young people in from the neighborhood.  They would gather around the organ and sing, or just sing without the organ, maybe with a guitar or two.  He liked singing and music.  He always sang when he got out of bed in the morning.  If others were not awake they soon would be.  He was a religious man, too.  His children remember how he would get them up early in the morning and gather around the fireplace and read from the Bible or Book of Mormon.

While they were on this ranch, Annie was alone much of the time and she had many frightening experiences.  The following is one she and Charles had, quoted from her own biography.

It was during the summer of 1892, while we were living on the Palo Quemado ranch about 8 miles from Colonia Juarez, up toward the mouth of the canyon, tho we had been warned to move into tow.  But our cows were there and we were making butter and cheese –our only source of income.  Apache Indians had been on raids in the mountains of Mexico stealing crops, cattle and horses.

Two weeks after the warning we were awakened by a horse tramping around the house.  My husband got up to see about it, and found it to be a horse with a saddle on it, so he tied it to the wagon wheel.  After daylight he went out and examined it and found it to have a United States government saddle with rawhide shoes and rawhide lariat.  We knew it to be stolen by the Indians.  We thought it had just strayed away.  The fact was, it had escaped from some Apaches camped a short distance from the wash.  We were sure they had planned a daylight raid, but losing the horse had prevented it.  The next morning, while Charles and Sam Hawkins, a hired boy, were out gathering calves which were allowed to graze at night while the cows were corralled, I stepped out just before sunup to see if I could see them.  I saw an Indian lassoing our riding mare which we had hobbled and left to graze.  Their horses were staked nearby in the tall grass which waved like a grain field.  He got on another horse, lassoed it and led it for a little way then got down, removed the hobbles, and started toward the mountains.

After he had taken the hobbles off, my husband discovered him and ran toward the house.  The boy came running in breathless to tell us he had seen a bunch of Indians down in the wash.  Charles wanted to follow him to recover the horse, but I begged him not to go.

After the Indians had gone we sent Sam to town to tell the people and to get help.  Mexican soldiers were sent from San Diego, about 8 miles away to search for the Indians.  Since my husband accompanied them I was left with a ten-year-old girl who was helping me and my two-year-old Jennie.  The soldiers lost the trail of the Indians and returned the same night.  We were left alone, Charles having his gun beside the bed in case of attack.

The next night we heard a horseman coming and thought perhaps it was Indians.  But before he got there he started to whistle to relieve our fears.  He brought word that the whole Thompson family had been killed the morning after they (the Indians) had been scared away from our place.

The next morning, while Charles with his gun on his shoulder was out hunting calves he saw about six horsemen coming over the ridge from the mountains.  He thought they might be Indians and ran to the wash to head them off.  When he turned to climb down into the wash he saw they were white men.  Soon the Helaman Pratt family from the mouth of the canyon, about 8 miles away, came and stayed all night with us.  The next morning we all moved into town.

For awhile Charles and his family lived in town where they bought a lot and planted an orchard.  Later they traded this for a bigger place about three miles up the Piedras Verdes River.  This place also had a young orchard planted on it. There was no house on the place, so Charles bought brick and hauled lumber from the canyon.  He hired a man to help him build the structure.  This four-room brick house was their first real home in Mexico.  While the house was being built the family lived in a shanty, the roof of which consisted of boards, and it had a dirt floor.  When it rained they had to roll up the bedding and set pans around to catch the water.  While living in the shanty Charles’s father, Edson Whipple, died at the age of 89.

When the family moved into their little, new home, they had neighbors all around.  Bishop George W. Sevey and the Alfred Bakers lived on one side.  The James Dartons, and Vance Shaffers and the Brigham H. Pierces lived on the other, downriver, side.  All of them lived close by.  Not long after moving, Annie was looking for another visit from the stork.  They were quite worried because during September it rained, rained, rained, and the river rose higher and higher.  The town was on the other side of the river and no bridge across it.  Charles came in one evening and said that if the stork held off for another day he would be able to cross the river in a boat to get to the midwife.  But the stork couldn’t wait, and on October 4, 1895, Charles Hansen, the first son was born, with just a neighbor woman in attendance.

It was soon after this that Aunt Mary Louise Walser came into the family.  She was the daughter of John Jacob Walser and Mary Louisa Frischknect.  It was not exactly easy for any of the three of them, but Charles was a fair-minded man, and he always called his family tighter to talk things over and to straighten out difficulties.

One autumn Charles Whipple went to Sonora with a load of apples to sell and was brought home sick.  The doctor pronounced it appendicitis and recommended an operation.  But in that day operations were not common and the results were unsure, so he put it off for awhile.  Finally he decided to go to Salt Lake City to have it done.  His wife Mary accompanied him on this trip and also received her endowments.  The children remember how before he left he gathered them around him and told them that if there was any quarreling while he was gone he might not get well.  Of course, they didn’t quarrel!  The operation was successful and he recovered his health.

After the return Annie continued to live on the ranch, and Charles bought a place in town and moved Mary there. Pearl and Jennie stayed in town with Mary and went to school, but they usually walked home on Friday evenings.  The boys, Charley and Ted, either walked to school or rode a horse.

During the summer of 1900, Grandma Whipple came to the ranch to make her home with Charles and Annie.  She remained only about a year and then went to Thatcher, Arizona to visit a daughter.  There she died in 1901.  Soon after this Charles began to ship fruit to El Paso and to different parts of Mexico.  He was just getting started when a call came from “Box B.”           Quoting from Annie’s history:

In the spring of 1905, Charley came in with a letter from “Box B.”  We all knew what that meant… a call to a mission.  He opened it and read it and asked “What shall I do?”  I wouldn’t think of having him turn it down.  He wondered what we would do without him with our big families.  I said “We will get along alright.”  [By this time Annie had six children and Mary had four.]

He wrote to headquarters and asked for a few months to get ready.  They told him he could wait till his fruit crop was harvested and he could straighten out his affairs.  Then, to top it off, I was in a delicate condition and as expecting another visit from the stork about the middle of January, so he asked to stay till I was over with it, and that was granted.  On January 4, 1906, Augustus was born.

Charles Whipple left for his mission while Annie was still in bed with baby Gus, only eight days old. Sometimes Charles Hansen and Jennie took loads of fruit to sell at Casas Grandes, about 12 miles away.  The boys plowed about an acre and planted corn and a garden.  For the first year after Charles left, things went rather smoothly.  The family kept well and got on very well financially.  In the fall, Annie and Sister Sevey went to El Paso to do some shopping.  They stopped overnight in Dublan where Annie’s daughter was exposed to the measles.  Ten days after returning from El Paso, she came down with the disease.  I (author) was the only one that had them before.  Annie as well as the other children were all exposed from Cleah.  Even though Annie didn’t feel very well, she took care of them all.  She herself was soon afflicted with the disease.  They could not get a doctor or a nurse but Mary brought three children and helped care for Annie and the others.  Annie was very, very sick before they could get the measles to break out.  The, about the time she got well, Mary’s three children became sick.  In the fall when the boys started school, they got whooping cough.  In the spring Baby Gus took pneumonia and was very sick.  Jennie remembers sitting all night with him in her arms.  Annie still was not very well.

From Annie’s history, we receive an account of another exciting incident:

In the fall of the same year (Charles was still in the Central States Mission), I was getting ready to go to town to do some shopping… Young Charley was driving and I sat in the spring seat besied him and held the baby in my arms.  Edson, Cleah, and Clyde sat in the back on a quilt watching the butter and eggs.  We had gone about two-thirds of the way to town when the horses started to run away. Charley put on the brake and tried to hold them, but he could not stop them.  I was afraid the baby would be thrown off my lap so I handed him back to Cleah.  I took hold of the lines and thought maybe I could stop them, but I could not.  Then I discovered the cause of the runaway.  One of the horses had slipped his bridle off onto his neck and we could not guide them. About the time I felt myself slipping, but I didn’t know when I hit the ground.

When I came to, I heard Charley crying, “I’m killed, I’m killed.” He was lying about 5 feet from me, and I could see the other children strung along the road.  But when I tried to get up everything went black before me.  When Charley saw that I could not get up he came to me.  He picked up one of the buckets we had brought eggs in and brought water from the river and wet my head.  As soon as I tried to move everything went black again.  By this time Cleah, Edson, and Clyde came to me.  Edson and Clyde had cuts on their heads but Cleah didn’t have any cuts, just bruises.  None of them had any broken bones.  We couldn’t see the baby anyplace, and the wagon was turned bottom side up and the horses had stopped.  I was afraid the baby was under the wagon, but we finally found him under the overturned seat.  He must have been stunned, but when they picked him up he was all right.  I was thankful we were all alive.  Edson rode one of the horses to town and Brig Pierce and Ernest Turley put a cot in a wagon and came for me.

Annie was taken to Apostle Taylor’s home where his wives Roxey and Rhoda cared for her.  In fact they took in the whole family.  After about three weeks, when Annie was a little better, she insisted on going home so they could pick the fruit and take care of things.  The children stayed out of school until the fruit was harvested and the corn gathered.  They rented a house and moved into town, where they stayed until Charles returned.

Charles Whipple began shipping fruit again, mostly apples and pears, in carloads all over Mexico.  He built a house in town, which the family lived in only about a year when they had to leave because of the Revolution.

Annie was ill with typhoid fever at that time.  Charles returned one night about eleven o’clock from the town meeting where it had been decided that the whole town would leave for El Paso in the morning.  He told the family to pack their clothes, bedding and a few things.  This was in July and baby Catherine was about one year old.  They expected to be back in about three or four weeks at the most.  Annie was not told until they were ready to go because of her illness.  Third class coaches were waiting on the track.  A bed was made for Annie on one of the benches.  After arriving in El Paso, they were taken to a newly finished, but unfurnished, apartment building along with a number of families.  Annie continued to be sick.  When the doctor was sent to see her, he told her she had typhoid fever and would have to go to the hospital.  She told him she had no money, but he said she would be cared for anyway.

Charles Whipple was one of the men chosen to remain in Colonia Juarez to see about rounding up his cattle and horses, and closing the houses or leaving them in charge of Mexican neighbors.  The family was very glad to see Charles when he came bringing the team and wagon.  Since the United States was furnishing transportation for many families who could find homes with relatives, Annie and her family went to Holbrook on the Santa Fe Railroad.  There, two of Charles’ brothers, Ned and Willard, met them and took them to Show Low.  Annie’s brother, Hans, took them from therer to Lakeside, Arizona.  Later, Charles brought Mary and her family to Lakeside as well.  We all lived on the ranch near the little town of Shumway, Arizona where Jennie taught a country school.

In mean time, Mary’s father and his families had returned to Mexico and was urging all to return.  Charles finally consented and Mary and her family went back to live in the old home.  She was sure Annie and her children would follow later, but before they could bet arrangements made, Mary suddenly died.  Annie had rented a place in Snowflake, serving meals and renting rooms to help make a living.  About a year after Mary’s death, Charles Whipple was killed.  He had taken a load of wood to Holbrook and was to haul freight back, a distance of about 25 miles.  Something frightened the horses.  He was thrown to the hard ground, suffered a fractured skull and in ten days died on April 13, 1919. He was taken to Snowflake for burial.  Annie was left to care for her own younger children, with no home except the evacuated one in Mexico.  She accepted the responsibility of the seven motherless and now fatherless children and with the help of the Walser’s was able to care for them until they were grown.  She not only survived her 43 years of widowhood, but creditably maintained herself in her home in Mexico for a time, then managed to build a duplex in Mesa, Arizona, renting one part to enable herself to subsist.  There she died on October 25, 1962.  She had ably earned for herself a place among the stalwarts of the Mormon Colonies in Mexico.

Jennie W. Brown and Pearl W. Cooley, daughters

Stalwarts South of the Border, Nelle Spilsbury Hatch, page 764

Miles Park Romney

Miles Park Romney

1843 – 1904

The family tree from which Miles Park Romney sprang had its roots planted in English soil centuries before the family came to America.  They belonged to the middle class.  Miles Romney, father of Miles Park, married Elizabeth Gaskell.  Miles P. was the 5th child of seven children and 4th born to this couple.

Miles and Elizabeth, on their way to market, saw a group of people assembled on a street corner.  They were curious as to what attracted the crowd.  They discovered it was a religious gathering and that the preacher was a Mormon missionary from America.  They learned later that it was Orson Hyde, an Apostle, to whom they had listened.  This was in 1837.  In September, 1839, Miles Romney, his wife and son George were baptized. 

The family left England in 1841 to gather with the Saints in Nauvoo.  It took 51 days to reach New Orleans.  Miles Park Romney was born August 18, 1843, in Nauvoo, Illinois, a little less than one year before the martyrdom of the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother, Hyrum.  Three years after his birth, the Saints were driven from their beloved city.

Destitute, the family sought employment among strangers in three or four places, finally finding temporary employment in St. Louis, Missouri, where they remained until 1850.  Then they were on the move again, this time to join the Saints in Salt Lake City, a distance of nearly 2,000 miles.  The hardships and trials of this journey no doubt had a profound effect in molding the character of this lad.  While a young, barefoot boy, he herded cows at the base of the Wasatch Mountains with other boys.  One of them was Joseph F. Smith, who later became President of the Church.

Because of the need to help support the family, Miles P.’s education was neglected.  He went to school but a few terms in his entered life.  In fact, he never entered a schoolroom after he was 12.  Yet, through his own efforts he became a well-educated man.

During the Johnston’s Army episode, he brother George was a captain among those sent by President Young to harass the federal army and keep them from entering the city.  Miles P., only 14 then, had great aspirations for military service and followed his brother several miles up the canyon east of the city, much to his brother’s displeasure.  No argument proved sufficient until Captain George thought of a scheme which worked.  He wrote a letter President Young asking that the boy be kept home.  He told Miles he had a special message for the President which should be delivered.  Miles accepted the mission proudly, having no idea of the contents.  He was kept home.

In those early days great stress was placed by President Young and other leaders upon the importance of early marriage.  At one time President Young said, “Let every man over 18 years of age take a wife and then go to work with your hands and cultivate the land or labor in some mechanical business or some honest trade to make a living for yourself and those who are dependent on you for subsistence.”  An ardent admirer of President Young, Miles P., at the age of 18, married Hannah Hill.  Just three weeks after the marriage, Miles P. was called on a mission to the British Isles.

On April 9, 1862, he left and on the 26th day of July arrived in Liverpool.  He labored first in the Manchester and London districts, and finally was made President of the Cheltenham Conference, a position he held until his release in April 1865. Miles P. had barley arrived in the mission field when called to speak.  He stood faced the audience, but not one word could he say.  He got up the 2nd time with the same result.  He did not give up.  The 3rd time words came haltingly from his quivering lips.  The audience may not have been much enlightened, but they would not forget.  The young missionary had achieved a victory that was of untold value to him in his ministry and throughout his life.  His fluent speech and magnetic personality, with his implicit faith in the Gospel, contributed to his success as a missionary.  During his mission he became very ill and was forced to go to a doctor, who told him he had but six months to live. But he did not give up.  Every night he prayed that he might be able to complete his mission and return to his loved ones.  His prayers were answered.

On the ship Belle Wood, on which he sailed for home, were a large number of Saints, organized into nine wards.  Miles P. presided over one of them.  In November 1865, on his return to Salt Lake City, he was greeted by his wife and daughter, Isabell, who was only two years old, and whom he had never seen.

In 1867 he entered plural marriage by taking to wife Carrie Lambourne.  In October 1867, with 157 other heads of families, he was called to settle St. George, where he was employed as a skilled workman.  He worked on the St. George Tabernacle which was completed in 1871.  When it was decided that a temple should be built in St. George, his father, Miles Romney, was appointed to superintend the work.  He was assisted by Miles P. On one occasion President Young in a public meeting thus addressed Elder Romney: “Brother Romney, would you like to go to Heaven?” The answer came, “Yes, Brother Brigham, I think I should like to go there.”  “Then,” said President Young, “You must join the Order and take charge of all the building in southern Utah.”  

On November 8, 1869, Miles P. was ordained a High Priest and set apart as a member of the High Council.  In September 1873, he married Catherine Cottam in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City and again, scarcely four years later, he married Annie W. Woodbury.  In 1875, he was called on a mission to the Northern States.  Part of the time he was appointed to preside over the Mission. He was gone 10 months, and baptized 33 converts.  On April 17, 1877, he was ordained Bishop of the St. George 1st  Ward.  He also served as Superintendent of the Sunday School and Stake Superintendent of the YMMIA.  On September 15, 1878 he was release as Bishop as his request.

In 1881 he was called by the First Presidency to leave St. George and settle in St. Johns, Arizona.  While there he acted as First Counselor to Bishop David King Udall and edited and published a newspaper.  He was a member of Dramatic Association and leading contractor and builder in this area.  But on account of trouble with land claim jumpers, and with the consent of the First Presidency, he returned with his plural families to St. George.  There, political conditions made it necessary to leave that section of the country.

After only three weeks, he left with his wife Annie and her three children for Mexico.  There they settled in Camp Turley on the Casas Grandes River, but moved with the camps to Old Town on the Piedras Verdes River and were among the first settlers of Colonia Juarez.  On June 15, 1887, when the Juarez Ward was organized, he became First Counselor to Bishop George W. Sevey.  One of his first cultural moves in this new community was to organize a Dramatic Association.  He was fresh from St. George where, according to reports, he “bestrode the theatrical world like a giant colossus.”  He was eager to reproduce some of his successes.  He wanted to set a standard for excellence in play production and introduce refugee settlers to a high standard of entertainment.

He and his boys made a stage for his plays.  On it were presented high classed dramas to an appreciative audience, the climax of which was Othello, in which he played the leading role of the swarthy Moor, a crowing to previous roles he had directed and acted.  He was ever the actor, rising to heights of oratory on patriotic occasions, thundering Gospel and moral teachings from the pulpit, dramatically acting as Marshal of the Day for national celebrations.  He led parades with plumes waving and sword flashing with military precision, and all done so enthusiastically that one was to wonder if the occasion was created for him, or was he created to make the occasion something special.  The fruits of his efforts are still alive in posterity rich with public speakers, dramatic coaches and play readers, all bordering on the professional.  All point back to his reverence for the spoken word and his love for pu0re undefiled speech.

Miles P. Romney had direct supervision over the building of the initial Juarez Stake Academy structure, which later became the elementary school.  One year after the laying of the foundation of the building, it was ready for occupancy.  By the turn of the century, Miles found his carpenter shop against the eastern hills too small to permit expansion necessary for his growing family.  He sold his holdings in Colonia Juarez, bought a huge tract of land on the eastern bank of the Casas Grandes River, and moved his families into homes built separately for them on this property.  Here he lived for the remainder of his life in relative comfort and affluence.  In 1902 he was appointed President of the Stake High Priest Quorum and ordained a Patriarch by Apostle Matthias Cowley. 

In February 1904, acting in his office as President of the High Priest Quorum, he went to Morelos.  His wife Catherine and son Vernon accompanied him on this trip.  The strain of the trip was wearing, and he was not feeling well when he left Sonora.  But they arrived home safely.  As he returned that night a strange feeling came over him.  Fearful he was going to die, he suggested that the rest of the family be sent for.  Before they arrived, he passed away.  His wives, having seen him miraculously restored to life once before, sent for the Dublan Bishopric who administered to him, but without results.  This was on February 25, 1904.  He was buried in Colonia Dublan.

High-minded ambition still lives in his posterity, many of whom have given further distinction to his name.  A grandson is a member of the Quorum of the Twelve , and a granddaughter is the wife of a member of the same Quorum.  Two sons and two grandsons have been Stake Presidents.  Two grandsons have in turn been Bishops of the Juarez Ward where he officiated as a Counselor.  Missionaries by the dozens have carried the Gospel to nations in honor.  Politically, a grandson was governor of a state and considered a candidate for President of the United States.  Another grandson is a millionaire farm implement dealer.  Others of his descendants are pioneering in colony orcharding, and packing and marketing fruit.  Their orchards have spread through the Casas Grandes Valley.  Another grandson operates a several million peso turkey processing plant.  One son is an author of note.  Another grandson is an internationally famous physical chemist with many distinctive awards for his contributions to the scientific world.  There are deans of universities, teachers at many levels,, as well as craftsmen and artists.  All of these display Miles P. Romney’s devotion to excellence. 

Ethel Romney Peterson, daughter

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Robert Logan Scott

Robert Logan Scott

1853-1940

Robert Logan Scott was born in Fenwick, Ayrshire, Scotland, April 18, 2853, the son of John Ferguson Scott and Ann Shields.  He was baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on December 5, 1871 by Thomas Godfry.  Ice in the River Clyde had to be broken for his baptism.  He was confirmed by Alexander Rankin.

He emigrated to Utah and there married Catherine Latimer, also from Scotland, in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, August 11, 1876.  His first two children, Robert Latimer and Margaret Dougal, were born there.  He obtained work as a section boss on the railroad near Deseret, Millard County, Utah, and homesteaded a farm there.  Five children were born at Deseret to his wife Catherine, and a son, John, was born by a plural wife, Rosilla Alexander, whom he married while living in Deseret.

Being hounded by the United States Marshals because of his plural marriage, Robert moved to the newly formed colonies in the northern part of Chihuahua, Mexico.  He located in Colonia Juarez, arriving there October 3, 1901.  A son, Walter, was born to his wife, Catherine, and a daughter, Agnes, was born to Rosilla at Colonia Juarez.

The colony was in its early pioneering stage when Robert and his family moved there, and many skills which were essential to its developmental were contributed by him.  He was accomplished in any finishing skills required in the homes, such as carpentry, plastering and whitewashing.  He was hired for such tasks in the Dennis E. Harris homes, among others.  He was an able craftsman, and with his scroll saw, made many useful and decorative pieces of furniture such as bookcases and shelves which at that time were not commonly available in the colonies.  He made outstanding floats for many of the holiday parades.  He kept the town clocks in repair and did much other repair work.  For several years he ran the cannery owned by Joseph C. Bentley, cutting out the cans from sheets of tin as well as filling them when made. 

His home was located on the east side of the Piedras Verdes River south of town beyond the Peter Wood home, near the Stowell gristmill on the west side of the river.  A quiet stretch water in the river near his home created by means of a low dam formed a long pond for boating and swimming.  Large cottonwood trees lined the banks of the river.  From these he suspended high swings.  With two rowboats, which he made, his place became a recreation retreat for the community and especially for the young people.  Boating, swinging, swimming and singing were enjoyed by groups on moonlit evenings.  He also built an icehouse and placed flat pans of water on the riverbank on cold nights to collect ice which he buried in sawdust and kept until spring.  With the ice he made ice cream, popcorn balls, cookies and lemonade.

Robert Logan Scott had a pleasant tenor voice and enjoyed singing in the Ward choir and other occasions when given the opportunity.  He was an avid reader, especially of religious and scientific matter.  In his homes he was diligent in teaching the doctrines of the Church, good manners and cleanliness.  Slang, profanity and stories of questionable taste were never tolerated in his homes.  Of Robert Logan Scott it might truly be said that by his fruits he was known.

As of 1966, he had a growing posterity numbering 238.  Among these were many Church officers: two Mission Presidents, two Stake Presidents, six Bishops, many Counselors in Bishoprics: 32 on foreign missions and many on Stake missions.  Among his descendants have been many successful men in industry and politics and one vice-consul in the United States Foreign Service.  His talent for singing was also passed on to children and grandchildren.

Robert Logan Scott died and was buried at Colonia Dublan September 24, 1940 at the age of 87.

Katherine S. Brown, daughter

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Sarah Ann Lunt

Sarah Ann Lunt

1858-1921

Sarah Ann Lunt, my mother and the daughter of Edward and Harriet Wood Lunt, was born in Manti, Utah August 11, 1858.  Her family later moved to Nephi, where she grew up.  She early learned to spin, card and weave clothes for the needs of the family which consisted of four brothers, two sisters, and her parents.

The two older brothers were stockmen and Mother spent much time cooking for them on their ranches.  She was unusual in that she knew no fear of man or beast.  At one time while on the ranch an angry steer attempted to gore her and she felled him with a stone.  Her formal schooling amounted to very little.  She often said, “If my school days were all summed up, they would not exceed three weeks.”  Yet, she learned to read and did all her own letter writing.

Henry Lunt, my father, often called on my grandfather at Nephi on his way to and from Salt Lake City to conference.  One morning in the spring of 1877, returning from conference, he in Nephi for a visit.  In the meantime, his team turned short and broke out the wagon tongue.  Getting it repaired delayed his journey for hours, making it possible for my mother and father to get acquainted. The next time Father passed that way, he took Mother with him and they were married January 16, 1878, in the St. George Temple.

Sarah Ann Lunt immediately took control of the hotel in Cedar City.  Aunt Mary Ann and Aunt Ellen, my father’s other wives, had previously taken care of the work but were not at an age of delicate health and could no longer carry on.  They also had the telegraph office to look after and Aunt Ellen was kept busy with that.  She was one of Utah’s first telegraph operators. The hotel and stage line were the main source of support for the entire family which consisted of Father, who was almost blind, Aunt Mary Ann, Aunt Ellen, Mother and some 20 children.

Things went well until the raids on polygamy began.  Father took Aunt Ellen and went to England as a missionary for two years to avoid the law.  After coming home, things were no better.  So, Apostle Erastus Snow said to Mother, “Sarah Ann Lunt, it is our job to take your husband and go to Old Mexico.” Where you can acquire land as a place of refuge.  We have talked to President Porfirio Diaz and he is willing to allow us to live our religion.  We can build up and beautify the country.  Diaz says his people are in need of being taught a better way of living and doing things.  Other people are there and two settlements are already established, Colonia Diaz and Colonia Juarez.”

In response, Mother said, “Brother Snow, do you know what you are asking of me? This hotel is the only means of support for the entire family. Brother Lunt is blind and I am the only one in the family who is able to run it.  We have no means and my oldest son is only eight years old.”  He said, “Sister Lunt, I feel it is the will of god that you should go, and the Lord will open the way if you will but obey.”  Mother prayed and fasted and thought the thing over until Apostle Snow came again.  Mother was strong willed and did not act until she knew it was right.

We left Cedar City later in the evening of November 26, 1887.  There were no farewells. Only the most trusted friends knew we had gone.  Our party consisted of Father, Mother, Edgerton, Broughton, Parley and Edward.  We took the southern route by way of “Dixie.”  We went through Toquerville on to Virgin City and up a canyon called North Creek, where a family by the name of Sanders lived.  It was great grape country.  I will never forget the pickled grapes put down in barrels.  I have never seen any since like them.

We found lodging in a two-room log house which had been used by campers as an old junk house.  One of mother’s first discoveries there was that all we children were lousy.  I well remember the days of scrubbing and cleaning until the pests were exterminated.  Then came the measles.  The remedy was sheep berry tea. It did all that any highly advertised patent medicine could do.  It cured the measles.  While there, we boys learned how to make slat quail traps.  Father bought us a sack of wheat for bait and we climbed the sunny hillsides and found bare spots where the snow had melted off, made a trail of wheat leading to the trap, then waited for the catch.  How happy we were one morning to find we had caught 13 quail in one trap.  How well I remember the quail pie that night.

When the weather permitted, we moved on.  We arrived in February, 1888 at Moccasin Springs, Arizona where we stayed at a stock ranch operated by Christopher Heaton.  My brother, Heaton, was born there.  When he was three weeks old we journeyed on, going by way of Kanab over the Buckskin Mountains to House Rock.  My half-brother Oscar joined us at Pipe Springs and brought the white topped buggy.  We loaded the bedding and provisions and needed camp equipment in the buggy where Mother and the children rode.  The heavier goods were loaded on the big wagon.  On acquiring the new fresh team and hitching them to the buggy, Mother thought it safer to ride on the heavy wagon.  But even then, when going down a steep rocky hill, Mother was thrown from the wagon with the baby.  In trying to protect the baby in the fall, Mother hurt her ankle quite badly.  Father had her sit on a stone and he administered to her.  She recovered sufficiently to continue the journey although she remained lame for months.

Mother had a natural horror of crossing the Colorado River at Lee’s Ferry. Just a short time before we crossed, a man was drowned while attempting to cross.  We had to cross at the upper ferry and it necessitated going over Lee’s Backbone, a very dangerous steep mountain.  I will never forget as we started down the ridge with steep canyons on both the north and the south sides, Oscar fell from the wagon, lodging on the tugs of the team on his back.  The brake came off and the horses were unable to control the wagon.  No matter which way it went it meant certain destruction.  Luckily, Oscar regained control and all was well.  On the river, men had to hold the wagon from tipping into the water.

From the Colorado to the Little Colorado is a barren waste with but little water.  Most of what water was obtained had lodged in the holes in the rocks and had been there for months.  Sheep had also watered at these holes and the liquid was very yellow and brackish.  It always had to be boiled and some substitute flavoring added to be used at all.  On reaching the Little Colorado we had a new experience.  The horses were nearly famished with thirst and, seeing the water, plunged into it and sank deep in quicksand.  After a great deal of exertion we finally got them out. We then traveled up the river to Winslow, Holbrook, and Joseph City, Arizona.  We then went on to Snowflake and Pinedale where we stayed that summer and rented six acres of land.

Brothers Freeman and Flake let us milk a few of their range cows.  Mother did the milking while the boys herded the cows and calves.  The Apache Indians were not under thorough control and often broke off the reservation.  We remained in Pinedale or Fish’s Ranch the winter of 1888 and I went to school at Pinedale a mile away.  Joseph Smith of Snowflake was the teacher.  He lived at the Fish Ranch also.  Many a morning I held to one fork of his swallow tailed coat to keep from being lost in the snow as we trudged on our way to school.  The summer of 1889, Aunt Annie came with her family and joined us at Pinedale with one more wagon and a team.  She then took the buggy back to Cedar City.  In September the rest of us took up the journey again to Mexico. 

Near Show Low, a man by the name of Jeff Adams and his wife fell in with us.  After traveling with us for several days, they pulled on alone and left us.  The next morning, our best horse could not be found and we spent the entire day looking for him, but all in vain.  That made it necessary to use one of the saddle ponies as a work horse and one boy had to walk and drive cows.  In time we reached Pima on the Gila River when we camped near Franklin Scott.  He had arrived some months before and had raised a small crop.  He was also on his way to Mexico.  Here we found our first sweet potatoes, and were they good!  They grew so prolific that George went to help a man dig them on shares and found one so large that he sat on one end and put the other end in the fire to cook.

While on the Gila, Christopher Heaton, Warriner Porter and John Walser joined us with two to four families each.  From then until we reached Colonia Diaz, sometime in December, 1889, our camp looked like the children of Israel in the wilderness.   We would build a big fire at night.  Then we children would play while the older folks would sing hymns, relate past experiences, speak of their future hopes, etc.  Then we would all be called to order and Brother Walser would lead in a hymn.  We would all kneel in our large circle and some of the men would pour out their souls to God for blessings of the day and ask Him to bless and watch over us and our animals as we slept.  All the Porter and Heaton families came down with sore eyes and that spoiled our good play at night.  I can see them still in memory bathing and trying to get their matted eyes open of a morning.

We finally reached Deming, New Mexico, a railroad town before crossing in Mexico.  There we stocked up on a few things we needed, as far as our meager means allowed.  Until then, we had not had a stove to cook on since we left Cedar City, nor a bestead outside of what we had made.  The only furniture we had was one red and one green chair which had been made in Utah with rawhide for the seats.  At Deming, father bought two cast iron cook stoves, one for each of his wives.  They were still in using them when we left Mexico.  He also bought two rockers, and I think a half dozen chairs.  This was the sum total of the furniture we owned.  We did have plenty of good homemade quilts and plenty of empty ticks which we filled with corn husks after we raised corn. We also had three feather beds and several pillows.  Until the first corn crop was harvested in Pacheco, we used pine needles or pulled wild grass to fill the bed ticks.

Upon arriving in Colonia Diaz, we had to leave the only team of horses we had.  They were old and nothing but mares could go on from there duty free.   We also had to leave one of the cows which became too weak to travel.  From Juarez to Pacheco was the end of the journey, as the notorious San Diego Canyon had to be scaled.  We managed to acquire the assistance of lumber haulers who went up empty to get lumber.  We arrived on what was the town site of Pacheco just as the sun was setting in the west.  It had been previously surveyed and laid off into city lots, each lot containing one and one-fourth acres with wide streets and a small alley running through the blocks both ways to avoid corrals being built on the main street. 

There were two small houses built of logs on the town site when we arrived, one owned by George Haws and the other by Alexander F. Macdonald, the latter being the surveyor.  The town was built on a small mesa of about 200 acres, falling away to the south.  A high mountain of 1800 feet to the west and a box canyon 100 feet deep on the east bracketed the town.  The canyon was cut our of solid volcanic rock by the Piedras Verdas River which drained the beautiful yellow pine timber, and provided a living for most occupants of the town by affording lumber for telephone posts, railroad ties, mining timbers, and juniper fence posts.  The lowlands afforded small fertile farms and grazing lands.  The town proved to be a very rocky piece of ground, after the abundant grass was gone, which served as a beautiful garment when we first arrived.

We arrived in Pacheco on January 21, 1890.  The next day was a busy one.  We cut logs, made cribs about two feet high, then put up a ridgepole over which we stretched our wagon covers and gathered pine needles upon which we spread our quilts for beds, making as many as four children beds in each shelter.  Late in the evening of the first day, one of John C. Naegle’s sons arrived at our camp with a load of lumber he had brought from a sawmill in Cave Valley and gave it to us.  We used it to make a spacious kitchen and dining room by lashing a pole between two pine trees and leaning one end of the boards against the poles and letting the other end rest on the ground.  This we called “the shanty.”  George went to take some of the horses “off to the park” as we called it, a small valley at the foot of Garcia Knoll, and came home with a deer tied on behind him.  He was only 15 and what a hero he was.

Yet other colonists soon arrived:  the Scotts, Farnsworth’s, Rowley’s, Cooley’s, Blacks, Heaton’s, Porter’s, Carroll’s and many others.  A log school and church house quickly erected.  A ditch from Water Canyon was to be dug so we could plant orchards and gardens and have water for culinary purposes.  In the meantime, all of our water was either carried or hauled in barrels from streams a mile away.

1891 was a year of severe drought everywhere and food became very scarce.  Also it was an early fall and corn did not mature.  George went to work on the railroad.  Oscar worked at the sawmill and Edgerton went to work for Franklin Spencer.  Father, Tom and I hoed corn at home.  The only good team of mares we had that had reached Mexico had to be sold to make ends meet.  Our suckling colts were killed by mountain lions before the first season was over.  We hoed constantly.  Father (who was nearly blind) had to be nearby so we could tell him which was corn and which was weeds.

Father always took one day off each week for letter writing.  He couldn’t read what he wrote after writing it but by having very heavy lines drown on the paper he could follow them. Parley herded the cows to be sure they would find the best pastures and come safely home each night so that we could obtain the scanty supply of milk they gave.  One day while herding cows he was bitten by a black rattler on his little toe.  His leg swelled up so tight we were afraid it would burst.  We did all we knew for it to no avail until the Lord heard our feeble cry and answered our prayers.

During this time, most who entered the colonies were very destitute.  In Pacheco we were the only ones who had corn.  The year of 1892 was a desperate one, and flour was not to be bought.  The cattle were dying of starvation, but we saved our corn again and had it made into meal.  I well remember how people came to borrow the corn or meal not knowing how or when they would be able to return it. I was too young to sense the gravity of the situation but can year yet the conversations that took place whenever our last sack was being dipped into.  People would come to Father and say, “Brother Lunt, have you any more meal you could lend me, my family hasn’t a dust of breadstuff in the house.” His reply would be, “Ah dear brother, you will have to see Sarah.”  I have heard Mother bear her testimony many times to the fact that she divided down to the last mixing and trusted in the Lord that somehow the way would open so she could feed her own.  Just as the last dust was divided, here came Albert Farnsworth in from working on the “Manana (tomorrow) Railroad” with two four-horse wagons of flour.  By night, Mother would have 1,000 pounds of flour in her house that had been returned for cornmeal.

In 1895 I went to work for Pleasant Williams for $.50 per day and worked until I had earned $60 for which he gave me a horse.  My brother Edgerton also worked for Joshua Stevens at the same price and got another for $50.  They were both two years old.  We waited a year. Got them up and gentled them and it made us our first real team.  The same year, Mother and I and the four youngest children, Heaton, Alma, Owen and Clarence, moved onto the Williams Ranch and rented six acres of land and 15 cows to milk.  Edward was in Chihuahua City working for Lucian Mecham and his wife who were running a hotel there.  Parley, Father and Tom looked after the farm in Pacheco.  In order to do our plowing on the Williams Ranch we borrowed a mule from James Mortensen when he could spare it.  Otherwise, Mother and I used the hoe method. We succeeded, however, in raising several tons of potatoes, a few beans and enough corn to fatten two or three big white hogs, a lot of squash and a good garden.  We moved back to Pacheco for the winter and school.  In those days we would have about three months of school, beginning the first of the year.

In 1897 we bought the Spencer farm at Corrales for $1,000.  We also bought a small cheese factory from George C. Naegle and milked some of his cows on shares and some of Helaman Pratt’s.  Mother’s cheese became famous right away and found a ready sale.  Each year a box of the fruits and vegetables and products of the Mormon colonies was sent to President Porfirio Diaz as a token of our good will to him and our appreciation for letting us live in his nation unmolested.  Included in each box was one of Mother’s cheeses.

Laura Ann Hardy Mecham was the first Relief Society President Pacheco had.  After she moved away, Mother took her place and served as long as we lived there.  During the early days of Pacheco, many of the men died due to exposure and overwork and lack of sufficient food.  Examples are William Haws, John McConkie, and John Rowley.  These men left large families and people had a hard time of it.  Many was the day that a few of the sisters would get together and go over to spend the day with “Aunt Sarah Ann Lunt,” and when the truth was known it was to get a little food as well as have a visit.  As I remember, she always had more than anyone else in town to cook.  She always had a garden as we had a stream of water at all times of our won.  She was a friend to the poor native people of the area as well and they loved her because she never let them go away hungry.    

In 1899 our home in Corrales burned down.  Since Father and Aunt Ellen were getting along in years, Mother wanted to build a brick house large enough to take care of him them, her own family, and also some spare rooms for passersby, as it seemed there were always lots of travelers in the country looking for accommodations.  Mother sent to Helaman Pratt for advice, but he rather discouraged the ideas, thinking it too big a job for her and her boys with the means she had.  It didn’t daunt her.  We went to work and hired a man who knew how to make brick, put up a brick kiln, worked on the sawmill for our lumber and hired a boy whose father was on a mission to Denmark to lay the brick.  We also hired a carpenter and builder.  They all did fine work.

The house was a two-story affair, consisting of nine large rooms.  We had it finished and paid for in 18 months.  Sadly, this was not soon enough for Father to move into because he died on January 22, 1902.  Aunt Ellen was then brought over and she died there.  Aunt Annie also made her home with us for several years until she decided to live with her daughter Ellen in Pacheco.

The big house being finished and the Noroestre Railroad having been completed as far south as Terrazas, it became possible for Mother to entertain guests.  The railroad advertised their road as leading into the Sierra Madre Mountains and as opening up one of the best hunting grounds in America for both small and large game.  This brought many people from all over the United States and Europe to hunt.  And as Corrales and the Lunt house were on the route where they outfitted and quit the wagon road, my brother George took up the hob as a guide to trappers and hunters and became the most famous guide of his day in Mexico, having trapped as many as seven bear in one week. 

Our ranch, being the jumping off place into the unknown wilderness and the only place where people could get hotel accommodations, brought many people of high rank to our home.  Including among them were: Theodore Roosevelt, Dr. Smith, who accompanied him on his African hunt.  German barons, and English dukes and lord.  At one time, William Green, the great Cananea Copper Company owner, brought man of the nation’s great men to the area, including some 27 senators.  They all stayed overnight at the Lunt house.  Although Mother had no education, she felt as free and at home conversing with these people as she did with her own family.

Mother placed great store by her dreams.  She always had a forewarning in a dream before someone died in the community and when she was informed of some sudden death, she would often say, “That is what I saw; it was not quite clear to me, but now it is.”  She was a friend to the sick and always had a little medicine and food for the needy.  As material for burial clothing was hard to get, especially for members who had been through the temple, I have known her to give her own temple clothing for them to bury someone with.

At the time of the Exodus I was in the Mexican town of Toluca on a mission.  The women and children of the colonies went first on a train to El Paso and later the men followed on horseback by way of Hachita, New Mexico.  Rey L. Pratt was President of the Mexican Mission at the time.  Most of the 22 missionaries in the Mexico City area were from the colonies and many of them had families depending on them.  President Pratt, hearing of the colonists all being in El Paso, immediately went there to see what could be done. Mother met him and gave him $50 to give to me, saying, “I want him to say as long as he is needed.  We will get along all right.”  Although President Pratt declined to accept the money, he mind was made up and he accepted.

In the summer of 1913, she thought it her duty to go back to Mexico and put Clarence and Owen in the Juarez Stake Academy.  She was made matron of the Ivins home which had become par to fht eschool and where many outside students lived.  The Ivins lots were used as agricultural experiment farms.  In 1919,  she again returned to Colonia Pacheco, taking Alma and Clarence with her.  To go back to the devastated home in Corrales where she had spent so many struggling but happy years was a trial that few women could endure.  Her once beautiful home was a pile of rubble with only parts of the walls standing.  Fences were gone that once enclosed fertile areas.  There was no stock on the range to be looked after or bring in profit, no bawling of calves.  All was silent except for the chatter of natives that gathered to greet her.  A few homes of her friends had escaped the forest fires that swept the town.  But the once beautiful two-story church with its spires to which she had contributed so much was a skeleton with a leaky roof and glassless windows. 

Undaunted, she moved into the adobe home of her son Heaton, which had not been destroyed.  President Ivins visited them in 1920 and made her youngest son, Clarence Bishop with Harlo Johnson First and William Jarvis Second Counselors.  She re-fenced the fields, obtained more cows, and resumed making cheese.  She was happy again.  To once more be back where her husband and Aunt Ellen were buried was very important to her.  She had given her first child to Aunt Ellen who was unable to have any of her own. 

The Revolution continued.  Firs one man would gain control of the government and then another, and each would print his own money.  As the different leaders lost out, their money became valueless.  The silver dollar always retained its value, but very few silver dollars could be found.  Mother had 45 silver dollars laid away in a baking powder can, hidden in her flour bin, to pay her burial expenses.

During the late summer of 1921 her health failed and she suffered a long sick spell.  She again had a dream.  In November, for of her sons went to visit her:  Broughton, Parley, Edward, and Heaton.  We wanted to bring her out to Duncan, Arizona where we resided and could get the aid of a doctor.  She declined, saying, “I want to stay right here.  If it is the Lord’s will that I should live, He can make me well here, and if my time to die has come, I want to die and be buried here.”  She told us she had dreamed of traveling and entering a deep canyon and as she traveled the walls became higher and steeper, until she reached a point where it looked as though she could go no farther.  Just as she was about to give up going any father, it suddenly opened up into a beautiful valley.  She said, “I don’t know whether it means I am going to get well or pass to the other side.”  She felt sure there would be a sudden change for the better.  Our visit did her good. 

After coming home for three weeks we received a telegram from President John T. Whetten telling us that Mother was worse.  So Edward, Chloe, Heaton’s wife, and myself went back to her bedside, knowing that we would bury her before we returned.  We arrived at her bedside on Christmas Eve and watched over her until 6:00 pm on the 27th when she died with father’s name on her lips, gazing heavenward.   

Being a carpenter, I took some of the boards my mother used to cure her cheese on and made her casket.  Chloe and Lavetta lined it with white bleaching and the Johnson girls trimmed it with lace inside and out.  On the 29th she was buried on the left side of her husband, Henry Lunt.  Aunt Ellen, his first wife, had been buried on his right side.  We dedicated the spot and poured out our souls in gratitude to God that he had given us such noble, God-fearing parents. 

Broughton Lunt

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