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New Paved Highway to Sonoran Colonies

Tomorrow Saturday 18Feb2023, the President of Mexico will inaugurate the new paved highway (in Blue) from Agua Prieta, Sonora (across the US Border from Douglas AZ) down to Bavispe, which is about a 1.5 hour drive or less. (Google Maps says 2 hours 33 minutes, but this is not correct). This paved highway winds along, passing through the old Mormon Colony historic sites of (North to South) Colonia San José, Colonia Morelos, & Colonia Oaxaca, making them much more readily accessible then they have ever been before.
This will also create a completely paved loop such that, for example, you can drive South from Agua Prieta to Fronteras-Nacozari-Cumpas-Moctezuma and then drive Easterly to Huasabas and Aribabi, and then North Easterly to Huachinera-Bacerac-Bavispe-San Miguel and back to Agua Prieta. Or you could do just the opposite. The Presa La Angustura (the large lake) lies right in the middle of the loop, as seen on the map.
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James Harvey Langford Jr.

James Harvey Langford Jr. was born May 27, 1861 in Willard, Utah and grew up there and in Panaca, Nevada. He was the son of James Harvey Langford Sr. and Mary Caroline Turbaugh.

Rose Ellen Jackson, was born December 1,1865. Her parents moved from Lehi to Toquerville, Utah, after Brigham Young called them to settle there, in what came to be known as “the wine mission.” Some legends suggest that our practical prophet thought profit made from wine should not go to the Gentiles.

James was 21 years old when he first met Rose Ellen Jackson. She had contracted erysipelas and her father brought her to Panaca on one of his freighting trips so she could stay with some of his friends for several months to convalesce. James met her at church, they fell in love and started a courtship the continued for two years. When they decided to get married, James Harvey went to Rose Ellen’s father, James Jackson Jr., to ask for her hand in marriage. He consented with the stipulation that he marry his oldest daughter, Mary Lydia at the same time. So with Rose’s consent, he married both sisters on March 27, 1884 in the St. George Temple.

The family moved around a lot. First they lived in Junction, Utah, then Toquerville, Utah and Panaca, Nevada and then back to Junction. One this last move it was so cold the family almost froze to death. While living in Junction, James Harvey was a counselor in the bishopric. He also conducted a choir and sang solos. 

In 1888, James Harvey moved Mary Lydia into Grass Valley, Utah. The law was beginning to make angry noises again polygamists in the area. Shortly after the birth of Rose Ellen’s third child federal officers came to get Rose Ellen to get her to act as a witness against her husband as a polygamist. Her mid-wife mother-in-law, Mary C. Turnbaugh Langford, aimed a gun and dared the men to take her. They left but returned three weeks later and took her to court to testify against James Harvey. Rose Ellen only answered, “I don’t know.” To all the questions asked.

Nevertheless, James Harvey was taken to prison December 18, 1888, fined $300 and sentenced to six months in jail. He left his two wives and five small children and hoped they would be able to manage by themselves. While in prison he carved six baby rattles and a figure of a dog out of wood using only as case knife. He was released from prison June 17, 1889. Shortly after he wrote a letter to Elder George Q. Cannon asking what he should do. He did not want to give up either of his families. Elder Cannon advised him to take his families and move to Mexico.

They then made the long trek through Utah and New Mexico and settled in Oaxaca in northern Mexico. They had many adventures along the way. Life in Mexico was hard. Rose Ellen often said there were times they thought they would starve, but they always got by somehow. James Harvey built an adobe home with one bedroom for each wife and a kitchen between the bedrooms. While living there they had a flood that ruined everything and washed out the well.

James Harvey eventually built a newer brick home. He burned his own brick and slacked his lime. Then he built a store and several other houses for other people. He owned a city block of ground. He raised pears, apples and grapes. His father James Harvey Sr. came to Oaxaca in 1898 and farmed a piece of this ground. He raised watermelons, English walnuts and almonds. He lived in a one room house. The grandchildren took turns cleaning it and taking meals to him. He died there in 1908.

There was a cloud burst up the Bivespie River on November 5, 1905. The river started to rise that morning and by evening the town was destroyed and there were about 30 families left homeless. They moved into the schoolhouse and soon after most of the families moved out of town ruining James Harvey’s business in the store. Fortunately the flood did no damage to the Langford family home but they did lose some goods and furniture to water damage.

The family kept increasing and soon there were a total of 18 living children. James Harvey couldn’t make a living, so by 1908 he traded his home and store for a farm of 500 acres that was about 30 miles closer to the U.S. border in San Jose. The ground was very fertile there and the family lived there for almost four years. These turned out to be the four most prosperous years the family had in Mexico.

In August of 1912, the family received word from the stake president in Chihuahua to pack all their belongings and go back to the United States. The Mexican Revolution was going on and the revolutionaries had given all the Saints two days to get out of Mexico. The family immediately obeyed the counsel because they had 60 miles to travel. There were trains going into some towns in Chihuahua and the Mexicans were forcing men on the trains. No women or children could go. One family in Diaz was killed. The Langford family left San Jose, Mexico on August 12 and went to Douglas, Arizona.

The U.S. Government had tents and provisions for everyone but James Harvey wouldn’t accept the tents because his family was too large. His youngest brother lived in Douglas so they went there and secured another large tent. When he got the family settled he and four of his sons made several trips back into Mexico and got out nearly 2,000 bushels of wheat and other crops and livestock. It took them six months.

The U.S. Government offered to furnish free transportation to all refugees to any place in the United States. Some of the family went to Provo where their grandmother Mary Caroline Langford lived and some went to Toquerville, Utah. James Harvey and the younger children went to Tuscon, Arizona. They stayed there for two years but the crops were poor so they moved to Price, Utah. They lived there for two years where they rented a farm. After that they moved to a farm in Wellington, Utah where James Harvey got a job building roads near Schofield. He was made foreman and five of his boys drove teams. They lived in tents and Rose Ellen and Mary Lydia did the cooking and took in boarders.

On November 19, 1919 they moved to Caldwell, Idaho. A married son and an aunt lived there. They rented a nice home near Nampa, Idaho and it was the nicest place they had ever lived. While there he decided to buy a car. He went to town and bought a 1915 Ford. He decided he would drive it back home, but it wouldn’t guide like a horse so he had his son take it over and he didn’t try to drive it again.

After an unsuccessful venture into the dairy business he decided to move again. The family went to American Fork, Utah where one of his married sons was living. While there he got pneumonia and died on April 14, 1922. He was buried in the American Fork Cemetery.

It had been a hard life. If the Mexican Revolution hadn’t occurred their life in Mexico would have been far different. If they could have stayed in San Jose they might have become very prosperous, as it was just opening up as another Mormon settlement. James Harvey Langford Jr. was an honest, hard working man. His intelligence and deep religious faith is evidenced in his writings which have been kept by the family. Both families feel he gave them the finest heritage he could.

This article was written by Blenda Jackson Langford Bulter, daughter. It is included in the book “The Progenitors and Descendants of Fielding Langford.” By Ida-Rose Langford Hall. His history was rather long so for more information about his life find this book. There is a copy in the Family History Library.

Submitted to Las Colonias by Ammon Wolfert

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Edward Elsey Bradshaw

Edward Elsey Bradshaw

1860-1936

Edward Elsey Bradshaw was the fifth of nine children born to Samuel and Mary Ann Elsey Bradshaw.  He was born May 29, 1860 in Tooele, Tooele County, Utah.

Mary Ann was an English convert and lived in Virgin, Utah,, but at the time had gone to Tooele to see her mother and step-father.  They had just arrived from England.  Here is where her son Edward Elsey Bradsahw, was born.  Soon after his birth they returned home.  His brothers and sisters were Sarah Ann, Samuel, Ira Elsey, William A., Mary Ann, Emma Elsey, David Elsey and Joseph Elsey.

Mary Ann, the mother, died of pneumonia when Edward was 11 years old, and young Edward’s grandmother, Ann White, cared for the children for a while after her death.

Samuel Bradshaw was a mason by trade, and Edward probably helped him build houses in and around Virgin.  He went to school very little.  After Mary Ann’s death, Samuel married a widow, Annie Ballard, with five children. She was later killed by a fall from a wagon.  He then married an immigrant from Switzerland, Annie Bruppacker, who was a convert to the Church.  They had four children:  Benjamin, Esther and a pair of twins, Ugene and Unis, who died in infancy. Nothing else is known of them.

At age 21, Edward married Mary Ellen (May) Owens, daughter of Horace Burr and Sally Ann Layne Owens.  Their courtship took place in Virgin.  May was born July 14, 1864 in Fillmore, Utah.  They took their endowments and were married October 12, 1881 in the St. George Temple.  They left and went to Salt Lake City for their household things, then went on to Virgin.  There they rented a room where their first baby, Ellen Elsie (Nelle), was born, October 2, 1882.

Virgin was a small town on the banks of the Virgin River, about three of four blocks wide.  There was no room for more homes.  The original owners did not want to leave so young couples were forced to go elsewhere.

Edward Elsey Bradshaw and May Bradshaw joined a company that left for Arizona to colonize new land.  Her father, Horace Burr Owens Sr., and brother, Burr Jr., left with their families in November, 1882.  Although they had a pleasant trip traveling by wagon, it was a little cold for their one-month-old child.  When the baby needed a bath, Edward would take a kettle from the fire, put coals in it and put it in the wagon, which made it nice and cozy.

They arrived in Woodruff, Arizona on December 12, 1882 where May’s uncle James Clark Owens, welcomed them.  After a visit they went on to Snowflake to visit May’s aunt, Martha Layne Stratton.  Then they went on to Pinedale to visit her brother, Ardene, and family and sister, Medora Gardner.  They had nice visits before returning to Woodruff where they bought a lot and built a small frame house, moving into their home April 4, 1883.  They started immediately making improvements on it.

The dam on the Little Colorado went out repeatedly for several years. People kept hoping each one built would be the last, but it proved to be a continuing occurrence.

On February 28, 1884 their first son, Samuel Silas, was born.  May then had a severe sick spell which affected her memory, and it was never very good after that time.

In June they made a trip to Utah taking May’s sister, Alameda, and J.D. Smithson to be married in the St. George Temple.  After their return another son, Edward Estelven was born, June 6, 1885.  He was a very sick baby and died January 9, 1887.  Ira Reynold was born July 31, 1886 and died July 27, 1887.  Vilate was born February 18, 1888 and died February 12, 1890.  Emma was born October 1, 1889 and Hyrum, April 6, 1891.  Many of the babies died during these years because of measles, whooping cough, croup and grippe.

In May 1891 the family decided to homestead a farm in Pinetop, Arizona taking merchandise from the ACMI mercantile store. The store later gave out so much on credit that it went broke. The Bradshaw family sheared sheep, freighted, cut timber, plowed, as well as made fences and ditches during this time.

On November 7, 1892 Ellis Delon was born.  Then another daughter, Annie, was born December 16, 1894, and David Burr was born on November 20, 1896.  Lois was born, May 13, 1898.  Then on January 27, 1900 they had towns; one of them, Mary, was stillborn but the other, Martha, grew strong and healthy.   

Because the children had to go to Woodruff to go to school, they decided to sell their homestead and move to Mexico.  Several families made a company and started May 22, 1900.  They went by horse and wagon, camping out at night, some 1,000 miles over very bad roads.  Edward and May traveled with eight children under 16 years of age.  They left one married daughter in St. Joseph, Arizona.  They arrived June 17, 1900 at Colonia Morelos in Sonora where they broke new land, made ditches and homes.

Their first home was a tent, then they made adobes and had a home with dirt floors.  Lumber was too expensive so they used bamboo cane to hold up the dirt roof.

Until they raised a crop, their main food was boiled wheat, beans and redroot (pigweed greens).  When their crop matured, Edward took surplus foot to Douglas, Arizona, 60 miles away, and to mining camps to trade for clothing and other food.

Mexico was a beautiful country with tall grass and yellow poppies.  They cut the grass and used it for hay (stock food).  We did not know it then, but the poppies caused sore eyes.

On December 1, 1901 John Elmer was born in Colonia Morelos.  Preston Clark was born March 11, 1904.  Then Joseph Glendon was born January 10, 1906 in Colonia Morelos.  He died April 11, 1913 in Hurricane, Utah.  Richard, the last of 11 children, was born March 18, 1908 at Fort Apache, Arizona.

In 1905 there were terrific floods down the Bavispe River, practically washing away the town of Colonia Oaxaca.

The Bavispe River took away the Bradshaw’s orchard of about 100 trees, potato crops, horses and heifers, and even the wall of their kitchen was washed out.  Losing everything, they decided to leave Mexico and go back to Arizona.  They took the post laundry job at Fort Apache.  They did the laundry for 110 soldiers, with a washer run by horses, and a mangle ironer.  Many of the soldiers, when they found they were being transferred, would leave without paying their bills.  The family also had a nice garden spot where Edward raised melons, fruits and vegetables to sell.

There was a new colony opening in San Jose, Sonora, Mexico, so they left Fort Apache on November 1, 1908.  It took them three weeks by wagon with little Glendon who had the croup.  People were coming from Oaxaca and Morelos up the river to make the San Jose de Rosebello their home.  The Bradshaws went there and took 100 acres of land, partly cleared but mostly brushland, mesquite, catclaw, and cactus.  There were bulls that hid in bushes in the daytime and at night ate their crops.

In San Jose the family worked very hard, making adobes, housing, ditches, planting and harvesting crops and gardens.  They all worked on the new church and school.  At the end of four years the Mexican Revolution forced another move.  Things became so bad, they were forced to leave in such a hurry, that they left almost everything behind.  They left August 12, 1912 and lived in a government camp in Douglas, Arizona, in tents.  They lived on government rations, and after a month the government gave free transportation to families who had relatives with home to live.  Edward took his family back to Hurricane, Utah.  They took a farm there and raised bumper crops, made a nice home, which was the best home they ever had. They all worked in the Ward there, were good singers and always sang in the choir, as they did wherever they lived.  They held many positions and always enjoyed their callings. They tried to teach their family the same way.

Edward and May enjoyed doing temple work as much as they could, when they felt like it.  They always went to church and kept the Sabbath day holy.  On Christmas day 1915, May had a stroke paralyzing her left side. Her limbs were always numb and her moth drawn a little on that side.  She kept going to the temple.

The next year October 23, 1916 as they were going to the farm on the dugway between Hurricane and LaVerkin, the team started to run away and May, not wanting to go into the canyon, jumped out, broke her arm and got badly bruised. 

When May died, this left Edward very lonely, with two boys to raise.  Richard was 10 years old and Preston 14.  They had their home there, and had always been very happy in it.  Everywhere the family lived they always raised a garden.  Edward took great pride in his gardens, lawns, and flowers and loved sharing his fruits and vegetables with family and friends.  May’s health had not been too good since she had the stroke and she died February 7, 1919 in Hurricane.

After a while Edward Elsey Bradshaw sold his home to his daughter Lois and husband, just recently married.  He took his two boys and went to Arizona, where he visited with his son Sam.  Not being able to find contentment there, after several months, they returned to Hurricane.  For the next several years he and one or more of his boys lived in different places.  They went to Idaho and Wyoming, and finally to St. George, where they lived one year, so he could spend more time in the temple.  Each time he’d become restless and go back to Hurricane. 

After his boys were old enough to care for themselves, Edward built himself a small cabin on the river near the hot springs.  He loved to bathe in them.  He had a horse that he rode back and forth to Hurricane.  He had two daughters and three sons living there and he’d ride in to visit and do his shopping. He loved to take his accordion and serenade his children, especially on Christmas morning.

Edward Elsey Bradshaw had two or three spells of erysipelas.  When this happened, he would go to one of his children’s homes until he felt better. He never let it keep him down long.  He also suffered for quite some time with the hemorrhoids, until he finally decided to go to the hospital and have them operated on.  It was a very painful operation and he was very sick.  However, he didn’t like the treatment he received at the hospital, so he left before being released.  He got a ride to Hurricane and went to his daughter’s place.  As a result, infection set in and by the time they summoned a doctor it was too late to save him.  He suffered so much before he died, November 27, 1936.  They buried him beside his wife in Hurricane.

Anita Joy Bradshaw Rheis, granddaughter

Stalwarts South of the Border, by Nelle Spilsbury Hatch, pg 59

Franklin Scott

Franklin Scott

1851 – 1901

Franklin Scott, first son of Andrew Hunter Scott and Sarah Ann Humphrey-Roe, was born December 1, 1851, in Salt Lake City, Utah.  In the spring of 1852 his parents moved to Provo, Utah.  He was baptized and confirmed a member of the The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on May 21, 1861, by Edson Whipple.

Franklin Scott grew up on the farm, learning by experience how to turn barren desert land into fruitful fields.  He was a sickly child on account of his parents not being able to provide the proper food and clothing for him.  From the time he was eight years old until he was 14 he attended a log cabin school during the winter months.

He was ordained a Deacon when he was 14 years old and presided over a quorum of Deacons in the Second Ward of Provo for two years. Franklin Scott was ordained an Elder in April, 1866.  In this same year he drove an ox team in the company of his father to the Missouri River to help Saints coming to Utah.

On April 4, 1870 he married Sarah Ellendor Stubbs in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City.  To this union 11 children were born, 5 sons and 6 daughters.  On May 2, 1877, he married Eliza Rachel Stubbs, sister of his first wife.  By this married he had 9 children, 5 sons and 4 daughters.

In 1873 he took up some land and built a home in the river bottoms of Provo, near Vineyard.  Here Franklin Scott farmed and hauled farm products to the mining camps.  When the Fifth Ward was organized he was ordained a High Priest and was set apart as Second Counselor to Bishop O. Madsen, where he served until he was called to go to St. Johns, Arizona, in 1881.  He helped build the first meetinghouse in St. Johns and asked the blessing on the first sacrament administered in that meetinghouse.  He was also First Counselor to the YMMIA and a teacher in the Sunday School for four years. 

On account of being a polygamist, he went to Mexico in May 1884.  After being in Mexico three weeks he was advised to return to the Gila River where he contracted chills and fever and had to remain eight months.  He then returned to Provo, Utah in May 1885.  He worked in Spanish Fork Canyon buying charcoal.  In 1886 he was arrested for unlawful cohabitation with his wives.  But when placed on trial, he was discharged for lack of evidence.  He worked in the Manti Temple during June of 1889.

In 1890 Franklin Scott went to Mexico and settled in Pacheco, where he built the first house in this settlement.  On April 11, 1894 at the organization of the Oaxaca Ward, he was set apart as Bishop by Brigham Young, Jr.  He labored faithfully for six years, and helped build the first meetinghouse in Oaxaca.

About 6:00 p.m. on August 7, 1901, at age 49, he was killed by lightning while on his way home from his farm.  He was buried August 8, 1901, in Oaxaca, Sonora, Mexico, leaving 2 wives, 10 sons and 10 daughters.

Inez Haymore Standage

Stalwarts South of the Border, page 602

John Edward McNeil

John Edward McNeil

1848-1915

John Edward McNeil was born December 18, 1848, in Douglas, Isle of Man, England.  He was the son of John Corlette and Margaret Cavendish.  They were married October 10, 1847.  They belonged to the Church of England.  They also attended other religious groups, especially the Methodists, but none of these seemed to satisfy their spiritual hunger.  Finally John investigated the Latter-day Saint Church.  He was thrilled and satisfied at last.  He took Margaret to hear their teachings.  After some time she too felt it was right but hesitated to be baptized.  About this time, Margaret, who was always frail and often unable to do her work, became ill and had to be taken to her mother’s home.  It was feared she would not recover.  One day the Mormon Elders came and gave her a special blessing.  The pain left and she was restored to health.  To her, this was a testimony of the truth of the Latter-day Saint Church.  She was baptized April 4, 1851.  A month later, May 6, John was baptized and on the ninth of May he was confirmed.  He was ordained a Priest June 8, 1851.

This Latter-day Saint family living in the Isle of Man now had a strong desire to come to America.  They wanted to make their home with the Saints in Utah. IN January of 1852 John Corlette, his wife Margaret and son John Edward with two brothers, Richard and William, boarded a ship for Liverpool, England.  They later set sail for America, landing in New Orleans.   They were transferred to another boat, sailing up the Mississippi River to St. Louis, Missouri.  The family arrived there in May 1852 and soon set up shop.  Here, on June 27, 1854, Margaret passed away, a victim of the dread disease cholera.  John Corlette later met and married Mary Jane Quinn in September of 1854.  Little John Edward had a mother again, a very kind and good one.

The McNeil family now bent every effort to prepare to move across the great western plains to Utah.  They were unable to get everything ready for the trip with the immigrant train and this was a great disappointment, but they were not afraid to go alone.  Finally the day arrived.  With a wagon, two yoke of oxen, two heifers and a horse, John Corlette and his family started the journey.  In addition to John Edward McNeil, there were three other sons:  Thomas, William and Richard.  The distance was 1,700 miles across uncharted desert land.  There would be wild beasts, Indians, cold and heat, scarcity of food and drink, and many other problems, but there were happy to be on their way.  After traveling a few days, they came to a fork in the road.  Not knowing which road to take, they prayed to be guided.  Their choice was unanimous and right.  Once they saw in the distance what seemed to be a large band of Indians approaching.  The father said, “Do not be afraid, we must feed them; but pray as you have never prayed before.”  They then took soda crackers from their supplies and passed then to each Indian.  It took two dishpans full to go around.  The chief took some of his braves aside and they whispered together.    The McNeils were so relieved when he returned and gave orders for all to ride on.  I’ve always wondered if it wasn’t thirst, after eating the salty crackers that helped make the decision. 

Tired and weary after four months of traveling, they arrived and camped near Fort Douglas, Utah, August 1, 1859.  After a few days they moved to Woods Crossing where they lived in a log cabin belonging to Daniel Woods.  The boys and their father helped Mr. Woods harvest his crops that autumn.  Later the family moved to Bountiful where John Corlette started a small store.  In addition to this they had a shoe business.  They manufactured and repaired shoes.  He also bought land and built a home, for three more sons had come to bless their family.

Between the time of his arrival in Utah in August 1859 and March 1874 when John Edward was married, we have no written record.  But we do know that he had some formal education in medicine.  His father, John Corlette, decided he should have this after his son filled their home and barn with sick or injured birds and animals.  They both loved medicine.

The father became known as “Doctor McNeil” and his son as “Doctor John.”  They worked together helping the sick and needy.  It has been said that no man was ever turned away from the McNeil home and had plenty to do the year around.  We know what his father did so we can be assured that John Edward McNeil helped.  Their skills were so much the same.  They loved helping the sick, carpentering, raising cattle and farming.

They were industrious people.  They kept beautiful flowers growing in the yard.  They did truck gardening and had a find orchard and vineyard.  They sold produce in Salt Lake City.  They hauled logs of the First Ward Chapel in Bountiful, in addition to giving time to hauling material for the Salt Lake Temple, which was at that time under construction.

Of course there was always livestock to care for—cows, horses, pigs and chickens.  John Edward McNeil studied medical books and learned much about music and musical instruments.  He could play drums, various kinds of horns, the violin (or fiddle, as it was called), also the harmonica.  In later life he trained and led Ward choirs.

In 1871, a widow, Lavinia Duffield Snyder, with her two daughters, Margaret Conrad, age 32, and Maria Todd, age 16, came to Salt Lake City by way of train.  Lavinia heard Joseph Smith speak while on a tour through Pennsylvania and she was very interested.  Evidently her husband, George Snyder, was not.  However he was much older than she.  He died and left her a very young widow.  Lavinia left her home and farm in Philadelphia to her son, and wet west.  Lavinia was the daughter of Jesse Duffield and Mary Knowles.  She was born February 17, 1816 in Philadelphia.  Her parents and grandparents were wealthy landowners and business people.  She and her children therefore knew nothing about pioneering or western life.  Although they missed the easy life in the East, they were happy in Salt Lake City, and after becoming acquainted with the Mormon Church and its people they were baptized.

At age 25 John Edward McNeil married Margaret Conrad on March 16, 1874.  She was born October 5, 1850 and was 23 years old.  Margaret had a very good education for those early days, but she was a delicate girl.  Because a doctor advised John Edward to take her south to a warmer climate, they decided to move to Arizona.   Seven years passed, however, before they were able to go.  In the summer of 1881 they were ready for the move so they sent word to his father they were coming.  John Corlette, already living in Arizona, went to Kanab, Utah to accompany them to Show Low.  Winters in this locale proved too sever for one with delicate health.  Consequently, Margaret was told by an Apache doctor that she had consumption and dropsy.  Many of the Saints were currently moving to Mexico because of polygamy.  John Edward McNeil decided to join them, for it would be a warmer climate there.

John Edward and Margaret traveled in a company with others.  According to a record of Joseph Samuel Cardon, they left in early February, 1885.   My mother was told me of many experiences she had on the trip.  At night she and Joseph Cardon’s oldest daughter, Minnie, could see each other around their family campfire, but during all that trip these little nine-year-old girls could never get together to visit or play.  They were both the oldest ones in their families and there was always so much for the children to do. 

In March, according to this same record, they arrived on the Casas Grandes River, near the Mexican town of La Ascension.  They remained in camp a few weeks while making arrangements to pass the custom house. Then the camp was divided by Apostle George Teasdale.  Some stayed to build up Colonia Diaz, but the McNeils went on to the open country near Casas Grandes.  The Latter-day Saint Church had, in the meantime, bought large parcels or tracts of land from the Mexican Government.  The place to which John Edward McNeil’s family went was later named Colonia Juarez.  This was in honor of Benito Juarez, a great Mexican General and President.  Located on the Piedras Verdes River, the climate was mild and the valley wide.  One problem was scarcity of water, but with the Sierra Madre Mountains near, surely dams could be built to hold the water back for irrigation in the growing season.  Their hopes were high.  Streets were laid out, trees planted and a meeting house built.  It was a crude building with split logs for benches, but it was a good start.

The homes were dugouts along the high banks of the river.  Poles were set in front and across these three branches were laid, making shade for each one.  This would all be replaced someday with nice brick homes, gardens and orchards.  The settlers however began to hear rumors that they were on the wrong land.  After some investigation, this was proven true.  The land, after being surveyed, belonged to the San Diego Grant.  They had to move.  Their ground was about two miles on up the river in a long narrow canyon.  This was a shock to all, of course, but there was not time to lose and so they moved.  This disappointment proved a blessing they could not know at the time.  The soil in the new location was just right for fruit growing.  Warm days and cool breezes from the canyon at night helped to give fruit a good flavor.

These were some of the early experiences of the McNeils in Colonia Juarez.  When they arrived, there were four children. The McNeils had lost one daughter, Lizzie Duffield, born October 11, 1878 in Bountiful, Utah.  Margaret’s health did not improve greatly but they were happy in their new home in Mexico and were quite comfortable.

On March 29, 1886, Melissa Snyder was born.  Margaret seemed to be improving, and was able to sit up.  However, after helping her family sing a song, she slumped over and was gone.  This sad event occurred on April 8, 1886, 10 days after the birth.  Their grieving father wrote her mother in Philadelphia, telling all the family there the sad news.  This letter was preserved and later returned to the family.  In it he said he wished he could have gone with her, but he was glad to be able to stay and care for the children.  In those days it was almost impossible to raise a child without breast feeding it.  Melissa was given good care but she lived only a month.  She died May 1, 1886.  John Edward had now lost a wife and two children. He and the Relief Society sisters together cared for the motherless ones.

It was at this time that Rhoda Ann McClellan, about 14 years old, and her mother Alameda went to the McNeil home to see if there was anything they might do to help the family in their time of bereavement.  As they walked, the ground seemed to be moving under their feet.  They stopped and looked about them.  It was an earthquake.  They hurried on, anxious to visit and return home.  At the McNeils everything was in confusion, with broken dishes on the floor and precious window glass shattered to bits.  Otherwise the family was well and bearing its grief bravely.  The tremors continued in to the late afternoon and evening.  From the hills nearby, rocks, large and small, came rolling down.  Trees burned along the forest line, lighting up the surrounding country as if for some special celebration.  Many homes were cracked and some laid to the ground.  In general, there was concern and excitement everywhere.

After Mother Nature quieted down, the people of little Colonia Juarez were overjoyed.  There was a larger stream in the river, fissures the length of the Piedras Verdes had opened up.  Now there was more water.  This was a special blessing they had received.

On December 24, 1886, John Edward McNeil married Mary Emeline Johnson. This lovely girl was the daughter of Sixtus Ellis and Mary Stratton Johnson and was born November 15, 1870, in Virgin City, Utah.  They were neighbors in Colonia Juarez.  To this union five children were born.  Mary Emeline was a devoted mother and stepmother to the first family of children.  Two years after marrying Mary Emeline, John also married her younger sister, Luella Jane Johnson.  To this union nine children were born. 

From Colonia Juarez, John moved his two families to Colonia Chuhuichupa, also in the State of Chihuahua.  Here Mary Emeline died, August 11, 1896, when her son Eloy was four weeks old.  She left five children behind.  These her sister Luella Jane (Aunt Ella as she was lovingly called) took to her heart and home, to raise as her own.  She had four children but lost John Franklin soon after. 

About 1900 the family left Chuhuichupa.  It was such a lovely little mountain town, but cold in the winter and spring.  Snow would sometimes pile up three feet deep.  They moved to Colonia Oaxaca in the State of Sonora.  There it was a milder climate and the family all enjoyed good health.  Here they lied about ten years until, in 1905, a flood came down the river, washing out most of the homes.

On February 16, 1907, the McNeil family moved to Colonia Morelos, Sonora, where they were very happy, living in a brick home purchased from Bishop Orson P. Brown.  Ed and Joseph had to leave school to help support the family.  They found work at the El Tigre mines about 50 miles away.  They weren’t able to come home often as horses provided the only mode of travel.  The family owned a sheep ranch and also a cattle ranch in the mountains.

The Exodus in July 1912 forced all the Mormons to leave the colonies.  The McNeil family moved to Douglas, Arizona, the closest American town to the border.  As was true of all others at the time, they could take only a few clothes and a minimum of bedding.  Everything else was left behind.  At the time the weather was warm.  It was in October, 1912 and all got along fine, although I’m sure living in tents in the winter was not comfortable.  Douglas at this time was very small and the water supply was not sanitary.  In the fall of 1913 there was a typhoid epidemic and give of the McNeil children became ill with the disease.  The health authorities visited the family and tried to have all take to the hospital but John Edward McNeil wanted to keep them home.  He finally let them take three children, but two of these died.  They were Charles Leland, age ten, who died November 6, 1913 and Sixtus Earl, age 16, who passed away November 16, 1923. 

John Edward McNeil and his family were also among the pioneers of Pomerene, Arizona.  While living at Pomerene their grown son, Harlem Leon, was killed in the mines at Bisbee, Arizona, on November 16, 1923. 

Always a carpenter and able to do cabinet work, John Edward McNeil enjoyed building nice homes, churches and places of business.  He served as justice of the peace for a time while living in northern Arizona.  Before leaving Douglas, he was asked by our government to serve as a scout in helping to hunt Pancho Villa.  He directed the search several months in Sonora and nearby states.

John Edward McNeil was a sincere, humble man but also had a sense of humor.  With Ed McClellan he helped extend many short programs with spontaneous wit.  This he especially enjoyed in the early days of Colonia Juarez.  His funny streaked helped him over many rough spots.  Fortunately, several of his grandchildren today have been blessed with the same gift.

Early in 1915 he became so ill that Luella Jane, with two younger daughters, Edna and Ina took him back to Bountiful for special treatments in Salt Lake City.  Here he passed away among his cousins and relatives on September 4, 1915 and was laid to rest in the Bountiful cemetery.

Mary Johnson Cardon, granddaughter

Nelle Spilsbury Hatch

Stalwarts South of the Border, page 455

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

Stalwarts South of the Border, Nelle Spilsbury Hatch, page 413

Harry M Payne of the Mormon Colonies in Mexico.

Harry M Payne

Harry “M” Payne

(1857 – 1940)

Harry “M” Payne was born on December 3, 1857 in Cassup, Durham, England.  His parents were Edward Payne and Emma Powell, who were both of English descent and bother were converted to the Church prior to their marriage on September 16, 1854.

This young couple was not satisfied nor happy with the conditions under which they had to work and live, and in their hearts was a longing and desire to gather with the Saints in the Salt Lake Valley.  Quietly, they began to make plans and to pray that the way might be opened that they would be able to emigrate.

Harry’s father Edward, was employed in the coal mines, but working conditions were poor and pay was meager.  Each miner was bound to his employer by a contract, which made it impossible to improve working conditions or seek other employment.  About this time, Edward and three other men, who were members of the Church, decided to break their contracts with the mines.  They felt justified in doing this because they were working only half-time.

Consequently, these four men quietly sold what household possessions they could spare to help raise sufficient funds to take them to America.  They hoped to find employment and save enough money to send for their families.  The men took passage on a sailing vessel and upon arrival in New York were offered employment in the coal mines in Fallbrook, Pennsylvania.  This was during the early part of 1863 when the Civil War was being fought in the United States.  Therefore, laborers were scarce and the wages high.  Edward, with his three companions, decided to do contract work instead of day labor.

In the fall of 1863, Edward, Harry’s father, sent for his wife and four children— George, Harry “M”, Lucy, and Thomas.  He also sent passage money for his father-in-law, George Powell.  When this group was finally able to leave England, they were joined by the families of the other men, who were with Edward in Pennsylvania.  They secured passage on the same sailing vessel and arrived safely in New York on Christmas day 1863.  One of the men working in Pennsylvania met the party in New York and took them to Fallbrook, where they joined in a most happy reunion.  They Payne family spent the remainder of the winter and the next spring there.

In July, Harry’s mother, brothers, sister, and grandfather left Fallbrook and continued their journey toward Zion.  They went by ox team to St. Joseph, Missouri, and from there up the Missouri River to Winter Quarters companies were formed and they began the long, arduous journey across the plains.

 The Emigration Fund, sponsored by the Church, afforded the Payne and Powell families the opportunity to borrow money to finance their journey across the plains.  There was an unusually large number of Saints from England at this time at Winter Quarters, and the transportation from the regular companies was found to be inadequate.  Fortunately, there was a large freight outfit leaving Winter Quarters at the same time, so the belongings of 375 of the group were piled on top of the loaded freight wagons. 

To more clearly understand the circumstances, I quote fhe following from Harry’s lips:  “My mother and her family, her father and his family, my mother’s sister and her family, making a group of 16 souls in all, were assigned to one freight wagon.”  Whe we think fo their baggage, and all the earthly possessions of 16 people being loaded on the top of the wagon, we can readily conclude that all who were physically able had to walk.  Grandmother Powell was ill and rode all of the way.  The smaller children rode part of the way and occasionally they were allowed to ride the oxen.

On their journey to Zion, Harry and the family saw their first Indians.  An Indian chief approached the company and asked for flour, promising that if he were granted the request, the company would have buffalo meat awaiting them on the road the next day.  The following day, the came upon Indians who were waiting with three or four dressed buffalo to pay the debt incurred for flour.

This was a treat because, prior to this, the menu had consisted of bread, salt bacon, gravy and small portions of dry foods.  They gathered berries and dried them for future use.  Usually, the Saints in Utah sent help to travelers by sending dried fruit, squash, beans and any other food. 

When nearly halfway to Utah, Thomas, the baby, two years of age, took sick.  He died on August 22, 1864, as they camped at Bitter Creek.  As the train left camp the next morning, the wagon carrying the sorrowing family lingered behind, while they dressed the child, sewed him up in a sheet, as there was no material for a coffin, and then laid him in a grave, the end of a wagon gate placed over him.

Welcome was the day when they came in sight of the first settlements and people met them with loads of vegetables and fresh foods.  The freight wagon which had been used by the Payne’s was going to Heber City, so the three families stayed with the wagon and settled temporarily in Heber.  Here, they stayed in the school house for a few days and neighbors brought in milk, butter, and fresh vegetables.  So they feasted sumptuously for a time.  Only two weeks after the family arrived, Harry’s mother gave birth to a new daughter, Elizabeth.

The next fall, Harry’s father purchased a farm.  With the help of his boys, they tried to make a living, but the fourth year of farming was marked by the grasshopper plague.  As farming was the only means of support, Edward walked 50 miles to a railroad construction camp where he obtained employment.  Later he returned to Heber City and moved his family to Coalville, where they worked in the mines.  Harry began working in the mine two months before he was eleven years old.  He worked 12 hours per day for .75 cents. His job was to lead a mule which pulled the coal cars.  Every other week he had to work at night. The next summer, 1869, the East and West were joined by rail with the completion of the Union Pacific to Salt Lake City. 

The family spent the next six years working in the mines, but grew tired of it, so they moved to Glenwood, Utah, where the boys could work on a farm.  Shortly after their arrival there, the Church commenced the United Order. Edward told his boys that he was going to join the Order, but they could choose for themselves.  By this time, Harry was 18 years old and he joined the Order also.  His father divided the property, giving him a pair of oxen and a cow, which he turned into the Order.

Harry had admired a lovely young lady, Helen Amelia Buchanan.  Their friendship grew into courtship, and they made plans for marriage.  Late in February of 1878, they started for the St. George Temple, 200 miles away, to be married for time and eternity.  Another young couple, also to be married, traveled with them.  As they were still living in the Order, they were provided a team, feed and wagon, five dollars in cash and 100 pounds of flour to give as a donation to the Temple.  It took them a week to make the trip to St. George and on March 6, 1878, they were married and the following day started their homeward journey.  A small adobe house with a dirt roof was their first home and what was left of the five dollars set them up in housekeeping.  Harry’s assignment in the Order was to haul timber from the mountains and for this purpose he was provided with a team of young oxen and a wagon.   After five years the United Order was closed.  Harry remained until his termination and drew his equity with which he bought a city lot, a team of horses and a wagon.  Very shortly he built a well-constructed, two-room, adobe house, which was their first real home.

Their first child, Harry Lorenzo, was born January 18, 1879.  Two years later on January 8, 1881, a daughter, Elnora, blessed their home.  At this time Harry found it necessary to leave home to find work, so he went to Marysvale and obtained a job making railroad ties.  While there, on April 2, 1882, a call came to fill a mission to what was then known as the Northern States Mission.  After his departure, his wife taught school for one year and also worked as a telegraph operator to support herself and her two children.  Owning to conditions at the time, the missionaries were required to spend only two summers and one winter, as it was almost impossible to do much tracting during the winter months.

Harry returned from his Mission in December, 1883 and in April of the next year, he moved his family to Rabbit Valley.  Here they intended to make their new home, but five days after their arrival, Harry received a letter from President John Taylor calling him to preside as Bishop over the Aurora Ward of the Sevier Stake of Zion.  He was only 26 years of age when his family moved to Aurora and there, on April 11, Harry was sustained as Bishop.

At this time polygamy was being practiced and Harry, like other Church leaders, was requested to live this principle.  He talked the matter over with his wife Helen, as he did not wish to shirk his responsibility.  They looked about for someone to help them live this higher law, and after much deliberation and prayer were led to a young woman by the name of Ruth Curtis. Harry broached this subject to Ruth’s parents and obtained their consent to take their daughter in plural marriage.  He then went to Ruth about the matter, gained her consent, and began to court her.  Their courtship was short of necessity secret, because of the opposition of outside forces.  In order to obey the principle, Harry and Ruth traveled 400 miles round trip from Aurora to St. George by team and wagon to be married in the temple on March 3, 1886.

Harry, Helen and Ruth had lived under trying circumstances because of the crusade against polygamy, but were true to the principles in which they so firmly believed. On June 15, 1887, a daughter, Edna, was born to Harry and Ruth, and as the deputy marshals were constantly seeking to arrest anyone with two wives, Harry took employment up in the mountains in a timber camp. Here he remained until he received a letter from his wife Helen, asking him to come home for short time. He not been home long before Helen gave birth to a son, Junius Edward, on October 3, 1887. A day or two later, Harry’s brother Edward, came to warn him that he would soon be arrested. Harry went immediately to the President of the Stake for counsel and was advised, “You can do more good in the mission field than in the penitentiary.” With the recommended from the Stake President, he reported to Apostle Franklin D. Richards, and was soon on his way to Great Britain. He remained there until October 1889.

On October 30, 1889, Harry returned from his mission and was promptly arrested by S. F. Mount, deputy marshal, for “unlawful cohabitation.” This term meant that a man acknowledged his plural wife whether he was living with her or not. The charge carried a penalty of six months imprisonment and a $300 fine. On February 24, 1890, Harry and his two wives appeared in court. The two ladies were called to witness before a grand jury, but refused to testify against her husband. Nevertheless, sufficient evidence was obtained to get an indictment, so on March 6, Harry was sentenced to six months imprisonment and a $300 fine.

While serving his sentence, Harry decided he would move to Mexico, for he had no intention of learning his plural family. He was released a month early for good behavior. Immediately they prepared for the moved to Mexico. President Wilford Woodruff issued the Manifesto on September 24, 1890, in which he advised the Saints to obey the laws of the land. It was made plain by Church Authorities that the only way in which they could continue to live with their families was to go to a country where there was no law against a plurality of wives. Harry began at once to prepare to move. At last things were ready and their wagon, plow, farm implements, supplies, furniture, bedding, stoves and other household items were are all loaded into a freight car on the Denver-Rio Grande Railroad and the team forces was put in one end of the same car. Harry went along on this trained to care for his animals. The families were scheduled to follow on a passenger train to Deming, New Mexico. Friends met the Paynes in Deming with a team and wagon to assist them in making their way to the colonies in Mexico. They arrived there October 25, 1891.

In Colonia Dublan, Harry and his families were very active in both civil and church affairs. They were poor at this time and had to forgo many pleasures, but managed to sustain themselves. The first year was the hardest, and an example of their poverty is related by second wife, Ruth. Their menu consisted mainly of bread and gravy. Once in a while, they would get a handful of beans and would have a treat of bean soup. When the Payne’s first arrived in Dublan, they lived in a small two-room house. It was here that Ruth’s second daughter, Lucinda, was born on February 12, 1892. Harry’s first job in Dublan was helping to make molasses, and his pay was also in molasses. When winter came, he took a job about 6 miles west of town at Jackson’s flour mill, where he was able to secure flour enough to feed his families.

In the spring of 1892, he rented a small farm from Philip H. Hurst and planted wheat crop, but it proved to be an unusually dry year. The family desperately needed that crop, so they fasted and prayed for rain. The Lord, in answer to their place, sent the “dews of Heaven” to save the wheat and keep it growing another day. In the fall of 1892, the families moved into a house on the main street of town. It was a very cold, open, rough-sawed lumber house. On December 8 18, 1892, Helen’s 4th son and 6th child, George, was born. It was snowing at the time of his birth and it was necessary to hang canvas around her bed to keep out the cold wind. In the spring of 1893, Harry found the farm that he could by he could raise the down payment. Anson B. Call, a friend and a neighbor, offered assistance to close the deal by lending him $25.

Harry set about to provide better home for his families. During the next four years, he built to homes and a granary to care for his week. In 1897, Harry purchased a city block in the townsite, and the new home was built for Ruth on the southwest corner. A large tent was pitched on the Northwest corner for Helen. This located the Payne families just across the corner from church and school. Later, another home was erected where the tent had been pitched, and living conditions were much improved for both families. Harry was a man of action, full of vigor, resourceful and determined. These characteristics, along with his faith and testimony of the Gospel, made him an outstanding leader wherever he went.

His first church appointment after arriving in Dublan, Mexico was as an assistant Sunday School teacher. Following this, a Ward was organized in Dublan late in 1891 with Winslow Farr as the Bishop, Frederick G. Williams, First Counselor, Philip H. Hurst Second Counselor, and Harry “M” Payne as Ward Clerk. Shortly after this, Harry was chosen as a regular teacher in the Sunday School. Approximately 2 years later he was sustained as Superintendent and served for several years. Harry was quite musically inclined and talented and singing. Shortly after his arrival in Dublan, he was asked to help lead the singing in the meetings. There is no piano or organ to accompany the singing, so he used a tuning fork to get the pitch for the songs. He served on the first High Council, which was before the Juarez Stake was organized, and served through the administration of President Anthony W. Ivins. During the years of his Stake assignments, he was faithful, and visited all the Wards and Branches by team and wagon or on horseback. In 1894, Harry was called as President Of the Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Association.  He was also called to do home missionary work. He traveled 60 miles to the north to visit Colonia Diaz, 150 miles to the west to visit Morelos and Oaxaca, and 90 miles to the southwest to Chuhuichupa. Harry’s eldest son, Harry L., Was the first missionary to leave Dublan by train. He went to the Southern States Mission in the summer of 1897.

In Mexico, the chief industry was farming and, besides caring for his farm, Harry took the job as water master on one of the canals. This job lasted from 1903 to 1912. In overseeing the jurisdiction of water for 1,500 acres of farmland and 300 city lots, much of his traveling for this job was done on the bicycle. Besides this work, he went on the week thresher every season from 1891 to 1912.

Early in the first decade of the new century, there began to be political disturbances in Mexico. The colonists were not alarmed. The rumblings of revolution constantly grew louder and soon actual war broke out in the country. This caused much concern for the safety of all American citizens living south of the border. As the majority of the colonists had retained their American citizenship, they were told to take no part in the Revolution. After much counseling by Authorities, it was decided that all Mormons who were willing to leave their home should return to United States. Harry, with other men, was requested to go on the train that was to take the women, children and older people to the states, and to look after their safety and welfare.

The people of Dublan all gathered at the Union Mercantile to meet the train which was to take them to the States. When the train finally arrived it was loaded almost a capacity with Saints from other colonies, so the Dublan people had to wait for another. In the meantime it started to rain and the dismal weather seemed to add a spirit of sadness. When an extreme came, it was still raining and as the people were getting into the cars, one dear old Englishman said, “Ah, even the ‘evens are weaping with us.”  When the trains caring the women and children arrived in El Paso, Texas, the problem of housing caring for them proved to be a real challenge. City officials and immigration officers were very helpful and cooperative in doing what they could to make everyone as comfortable possible. One of the Twelve Apostles, Anthony W. Ivins, who had been the former stake president in Mexico, was sent to El Paso to represent the church in this hour crisis.

All were advised to make their own decisions as to whether they would remain in the States or return to Mexico. Most of the Payne family returned to Utah, leaving behind forever their entire accumulations of 20 years.  Many of the refugees settled temporarily along the Rio Grande River, but were desirous of finding a place to establish themselves permanently. Martin L. Harris, who and also settled there, started first Sonora, Mexico, in the summer of 1913. He passed through Lordsburg, he saw Mr. Frank Stowell, a former colonist, who persuaded him to go to Richmond and look at the Valley along the Gila River. Mr. Harris was impressed, so after his return from Sonora he aroused the interest of other refugees in looking at the Valley with intent to make a settlement.

A committee of three men was appointed to look over the proposition. They made the trip immediately after Christmas of 1914, and upon their return the committee, Frederick W. Jones, John B. Jones, and Peter Mortensen, gave a most favorable report. In February 1915, Frederick W. Jones and Samuel A. Brown were sent from the Rio Grande, Peter Mortensen and Joseph Mortenson of Deming accompanying them to meet with Mr. Virden and Mr. Cherry in Duncan, Arizona. They made arrangements to purchase a tract of land belonging to Mr. Burton and Mr. Cherry. As soon as the people began moving into the Gila area, 40 acres were surveyed and divided into blocks for lots and streets, with added acreage for a school. Two lots were reserved for a church and park. About six months after the townsite was laid out, award was organized and the name of the town was changed from Richmond to Virden.

On February 24, 1918, Harry was ordained a Patriarch in this ordination took place at Layton (now Safford), Arizona under the hands of Orson F. Whitney, a member of the Council of the Twelve Apostles. He held this office until his death. Here Harry was still active in the Sunday School, and before his service terminated, he had worked over 50 years in this one organization.  This picture and an account of some of his work in the Sunday school appeared in an issue of The Instructor magazine, under the caption, “A Veteran Sunday School Teacher.”  In his article, he expressed his confidence that the Sunday School would keep growing and doing much good. He also stated that this organization had done him a great deal of good in broadening his view of the Gospel and giving him an opportunity to serve.

Harry “M” Payne enjoyed a long and active life, but the years always take their toll. He buried his loving wife, Helen, on January 3, 1936. Gradually his shoulders became stooped and his hair turned a beautiful snowy white. But his spirit only grew more stalwart and his noble influence on family and friends more broad and deep. One of Harry’s greatest joys was to be with his children and grandchildren. He was always willing to share some interesting story, experience, or song at family gatherings. On his 81st birthday, December 3, 1938, his oldest son Harry Lorenzo, known as H.L., paid his father a wonderful tribute when he read a poem and sang the song “That Silver-Haired Daddy of Mine” over the radio from the Safford, Arizona station. In the evening, his children and grandchildren gathered at his home to express her love and appreciation and to wish him health and happiness. In January 1940, he suffered a slight stroke and was cared for with love and tenderness by his devoted wife, Ruth, with the assistance of his sons and daughters who were living nearby. Death came peacefully, on February 28, 1940, in his 83rd year.

Myrtle Jones Nelson, granddaughter

Stalwarts South of the Border Nelle Spilsbury Hatch page 519

Colonia Morelos & The Outlaw Narcross of Texas

Colonia Morelos & The Outlaw Narcross of Texas

Two Mexican officers rode into the colony and reported that they had been on the trial of two noted outlaws for a period of twenty days.  One of these outlaws was the notorious Narcross of Texas, who with his companion, had murdered a man in the state of Chihuahua to obtain his money.  The officers had followed their trail to a point where it led down the mountain into Pulpito Canyon, a few miles east of Colonia Oaxaca.  Fearful of their lives should they continue the pursuit into such a wilderness of trees and ledges, the officers, by taking a circuitous route and by travelling day and night, came in ahead of the outlaws to Colonia Morelos and demanded the services of three of the colonists in search for the fleeing convicts.  The lot fell upon David Winn, Benjamin Eccles and myself.  We were instructed to attempt no arrest of the bandits but to locate them merely ad return and report.  About five or six miles up the highway leading from Morelos to Colonia Oaxaca, we met a couple of mounted men with a pack animal, making their way leisurely in the direction of Morelos.  These, we suspected of being the men we were looking for.  To avoid having hem suspect our errand, Dave Winn asked them if they had seen any mules up the road, to which they responded in the negative.  We continued following the highway leading from Morelos to Colonia Oaxaca until well out of sight when we haled to consider the next step to be taken.  It was decided that Winn should return to the colony to make a report and the other two were to ascend a high point commanding a view of the country for miles around to follow the movements of the strangers.

On the brow of the hill overlooking Morelos they halted, put their horses out to pasture and then Narcross, leaving his companion to watch the horses, walked into town for some provisions.  At the Huish store he was making his purchase when the two Mexican officers, having been apprised of his presence, entered from the opposite end.  Simultaneously the four men drew their guns on Narcross and ordered him to put up his hands.  Hurriedly he raised his arms in the air, but only for a moment, when he shot them downward and seizing two of the guns, he forced them to one side and lunged for the door.  As he did so he attempted to pull from beneath his clothes a revolver but was hindered by the trigger getting caught in his raiment.  As he passed out of the door and was about to turn the corner of the building he was shot from behind and fell to the ground, at the same time crying for mercy.  He was disarmed and lodged in the tithing office building for the night, in the absence of a jail.  The other convict made his escape amidst a fusillade of bullets that fell short of their mark.  Narcross was to stand trial in the state of Chihuahua and large part of the distance he must be taken in a light rig.  The jolting of the vehicle, together with the intense heat, produced intolerable suffering for the wounded man.  Infection set in and before he could be brought to trial for the murder, he had passed to a higher tribunal.

Thomas Cottam Romney The Mormon Colonies in Mexico page 125

Anthony W. Ivins

Anthony W. Ivins

(1852 – 1934)

Born September 16, 1832 in Toms River New Jersey, Anthony Woodward Ivins was the only son of Israel and Anna Lowrie Ivins.  He and his parents were among the early pioneers to go to the Salt Lake Valley, arriving in 1853 when Anthony was but a year old. 

When he was seven, his parents were called to help settle Dixie, as St. George and surrounding towns were then called.  He had a half-brother, Will, and two half-sisters Edith and Maggie.  In St. George Tony had what schooling could be gained, went rabbit hunting with a boyhood friend, followed his father about as he surveyed lands in and around St. George, and had a happy well-adjusted youth.  It was there that he grew to manhood.

During these growing-up days he was at home on the range.  His father acquired a large tract of forest land extending into the White Mountains in Arizona and soon had it stocked with a good breed of cattle.  Tony did a lot of traveling to keep the hard within bounds.  He spent as long as nine months away from home, never sleeping during this time in a bed other than what he carried on a pack animal.  He had no food except what was cooked over a campfire.  He took as good care of his gun as of his horse, and with his gun always handy could drop a deer in split-second timing at a maximum distance.  He kept fishing tackle hand too and could easily angle enough trout for supper.  The venison he broiled and trout he fried and the camp biscuits he made earned him an enviable reputation as a cook.  His cattle-care travels took him into Apache land when they were on the warpath and constant vigilance was necessary to save both himself and his cattle.  He was glad when they sold that eastern area and he could continue his cowboying closer to home.

He made his cowboy days serve him in becoming acquainted with what kind of game could be found where and when best to hunt it, how to read the weather and interpret wildlife behavior.  He could read the stars, locate himself by night, and knew which peak in what mountains to use to orient himself.  It taught him resourcefulness too.  When his trousers wore thin and no others were available, he spread his canvas bedcover on the ground, ripped up his old worn-out pants, put them on it for a patter, and with his pocketknife cut out a pair of pants which when sewed together served the purpose, even if it was hard to tell whether he was going or coming.

Always in his bedroll, carefully wrapped but accessible, was his Book of Mormon from which in his leisure he methodically became acquainted with the forefathers of the friendly Piutes with whom he often visited.  He analyzed the greatness of Book of Mormon prophets, sought to emulate such characters as Nephi, Alma, Mosiah, Benjamin and Moroni, and to use them as patters for a lofty adult life.  Also, he carried books of history, tales of adventure and vicariously journeyed with explorers and mariners.  Later in his life, when receiving an honorary LL.D. degree from Utah State College, he referred to this as his means of becoming acquainted with all parts of the world.

When at home he was active in both church and civic functions.  He helped with programs, including drama in which he played leading roles.  One story told in later years was of taking the play East Lynn to nearby Nevada mining towns, and portraying the part of the betrayed husband whose wife had digressed in a moment of temptation.  His stern refusal to be swayed by her penitent plea for forgiveness moved one veteran miner in the audience to exclaim, “Oh, Tony, forgive her!”

When barely 23 years of age, Ivins was chosen to be one of the party under the leadership of Daniel W. Jones to carry the book of Mormon into Mexico and explore the country for sites suitable for Mormon colonization.  Meliton G. Trejo, during the years 1874 to 1875, had translated nearly 100 pages of selected passages from the Book of Mormon into Spanish.  With this and other tracts, the Jones expedition started south from Kanab, Utah in the autumn of 1875.  They crossed the border at El Paso and penetrated as far south as Chihuahua City.  The party then traveled west to the Sierra Madre Mountains, then worked their way north to the border area again.  Among other locations, they passed through the Casas Grandes Valley where Mormon colonies would later be established.

After returning to Utah in mid-1876 and reporting their findings to Brigham Young, Ivins married his childhood sweetheart, Elizabeth Ashby Snow, a daughter of Apostle Erastus Snow who had long presided as an ecclesiastical leader in the St. George area.  The couple eventually became the parents of eight children.  Every indication is that theirs was a lifelong, happy relationship.  Shortly after the marriage, Ivins was called on another exploring-missionary venture to the Navajo and Pueblo tribes of Arizona and New Mexico.  On this occasion, his companion was Erastus Beaman Snow.  Well known for his mastery of the Spanish language, it is sometimes forgotten that Ivins also acquired partial fluency in Navajo and Piute.  This particular mission was completed in less than a year.

In 1882, at the April conference of the Church, Ivins was again called as a missionary.  This time was called again to go to Mexico City.  The Mexican Mission had been opened by Apostle Moses Thatcher in 1879.  Thatcher returned to the United States in 1881, leaving August H.F. Wilcken in charge.  Ivins, now learning his 30th year, arrived and immediately undertook the challenging task of converting and baptizing all he could.  During 1883 and 1884, he oversaw the mission himself.  The challenges were enormous.  The people seemed so lethargic and indifferent.  Not only the Catholic Church but Protestant groups in and around Mexico City opposed their work.  Sometimes Elders, in their zeal, fell athwart the law and Ivins had to secure their release.  More difficult than anything was the loneliness he felt for home and family.  During the spring of 1883, he wrote his wife of how much he wished he could be back “upon the barren top of Sugar Loaf with the July sun beating down upon me, contemplating dry, dusty St. George.”

Ivins returned from his mission in Mexico in April, 1884.  Almost immediately he found himself caught up in a variety of activities while improving his growing properties.  His involvement in the cattle business was especially remunerative, particularly in connection with his management of the Mojave Land and Cattle Company and the Kaibab Cattle Company with their ranches in southern Utah and northern Arizona.  He also purchased a valuable strip of land along the Santa Clara River.  In 1888 he was also favored as a political leader.  At one time or another he held the offices of constable, city attorney, assessor and tax collector, prosecuting attorney, mayor, and representative to the state legislature. Ivins obtained the first grant given by the government to the Shebit (Shivwits) Indians and acted as Indian agent to them for two years.   In 1895 he was a delegate to the state constitutional convention in Salt Lake City and was considered a leading candidate for the Democratic Party’s nomination to be the state’s first governor.  It would be difficult to paint a more promising future than that facing Anthony W. Ivins in the mid-1890’s. 

Then, in late August, 1895, he was notified that the First Presidency of the Church was calling him to succeed Apostle George Teasdale as President of the Mexican Mission. More than sacrifice in things political and economic would be involved.  Ivins had friends and family in the St. George area that reached back 30 years.  His aged parents lived there.  All of this would have to be set aside.  Beyond this, he had spent time in Mexico before and had not acquired a large affection for the land and its institutions.  A considerable adjustment in his plans for the future would be required.  It tells us much about the man’s commitments that he accepted the call and, with hardly a murmur, made arrangements to relocate in Mexico for an indefinite period of time.   

On Sunday December 8, 1895, the Juarez Stake of Zion was organized and Ivins was introduced to the settlers as their new Stake President.  He chose Henry Eyring and Helaman Pratt as his First and Second Counselors, respectively.  Ivins then set out, with Apostle Francis M. Lyman and Edward Stevenson of the First Seven Presidents of Seventies, to visit the colonies and take measure of his new responsibilities.  He also purchased the home that had been built by his father-in-law Erastus Snow, in Colonia Juarez and had it enlarged to meet the needs of his own family.  This involved the addition of a red brick to the adobe used in the original structure and the construction of a bedroom, dining room and office in the back.  When a frame kitchen and brick cellar were added to that, the house ran into the hill.  On the bank of the east canal, behind the and above the house, he built a cistern and brought water through pipes into the house, the first one in the town to enjoy that luxury.

As Stake President, Ivins automatically inherited the job of vice-president and general manager of the Mexican Colonization and Agriculture Company, the firm that had been incorporated by the Church to oversee the purchase of lands and location of colonists in Mexico. This meant that he was almost constantly dealing with legal problems.  His buckboard was seen frequently on the road from colony to colony and to Casas Grandes, the district municipality 10 miles distant. He was able to clear land titles and helped when land payments were in default.  In the process of all this he became not only an acquaintance but a friend of leading men in the Republic. The expert skill he had acquired with the language as a missionary proved very useful.  He spent time in the offices of President Porfirio Diaz, Chihuahua Governor Miguel Ahumada and Sonora Governor Luis Torres.  In all cases, formal business attitudes relaxed into warm friendliness.  He also became a friend of the Polish soldier of fortune, Emilio Kosterlitzky.  Kosterlitzky was not only in charge of the feared Rurales of northern Mexico, a troop of rough frontier police, but exercised considerable influence in connection with land sales, especially in Sonora.

Difficulty arose early in 1898 concerning payments for the lands on which Colonia Oaxaca was located. President Ivins met with Kosterlintzky from whom the lands had been purchased.  At the outset, no agreement could be reached. Ivins was able to assure Kosterlintzky, however, that the Mormons could be trusted to fulfill their contracts. After a trip to Salt Lake City where church’s financial backing was obtained, he returned to Sonora and consummated the arrangement, stating the colonists’ lands while impressing Kosterlintzky with his own honor.  Kosterlintzky held such regard for Ivins and the colonists that he once offered to kill anyone the Mormons found troublesome.

President Ivins took the lead in getting the new Sonoran colony of Morelos established.  He personally spearheaded exploration of the site which was located northwest and down the Bavispe River from Colonia Oaxaca. It was he who negotiated the terms of the land purchase from Colin Cameron, the Arizona resident who owned the site. I oversaw the survey of the area and directed where water should be taken from the river for the purpose of your getting land. He not only helps with laying out the town but took charge of recording the deeds and completing all legal arrangements in Hermosillo.

It is not generally known that President Ivins often advance his own funds to individuals in need, particularly when land or property were threatened by default. On one occasion he helped the entire community in this way. This had to do with the so-called Garcia lands on which Colonia Chuhuichupa was located.  Ivins advanced what was needed to cover payments that had fallen behind and then went to Mexico City and paid off all remaining indebtedness. The role of the Stake President, as developed under President Ivins, went far beyond purely ecclesiastical functions.

Within the colonies, there was virtually no secular government apart from that provided by the colonists themselves. There were no city councils, mayors, courts or policeman. Provisions for the services provided by such offices felt entirely to the Church.  Thus, regulations relating to irrigation, garbage, stray animals, police and fire protection, education and entertainment all were matters directed by the priesthood in the various Wards.

This meant that Ivins was ultimately brought into deliberations concerning these things throughout the Stake.  Redivisions of lands, financial disputes between brethren, domestic quarrels, relationships between Mormons and Mexican authorities constituted more of his agenda than anything else. Water concessions were divided with the San Diego lands, 6 miles below Colonia Juarez, it was President Ivins who suggested a dynamo be installed to produce electricity from the natural fall of the water. The Mormon communities became the first in their part of the country to enjoyable electricity and telephone service.

The Ivins family not lived on the western side of the Piedras Verdes River long before they realize the great inconvenience of having the town divided when the river was a flood stage finally, when the town had been separated by raging river for three days and the swinging bridge been torn from its moorings, Ivins invited Samuel E. McClellan to put his skills as a builder to work and do something about it. President Ivins promised that men and means would be supplied to whatever extent McClellan required. Work on the wagon bridge then commenced and the pillars built under McClellan’s direction are still doing service today for the steel and concrete bridge that connects the highway running through Colonia Juarez.

At the first meeting held after his arrival to consider educational matters, Ivins proposed in the largest but centralized program for Colonia Juarez as the education center for the entire Stake.  In April, 1896, he asked the First Presidency of the Church for financial support for the plan and for an educator who could synchronize and oversee the schools of the colonies. The First Presidency pledged their assistance. And, through Dr. Karl G. Maeser, President of Brigham Young Academy, Ivins was placed in contact with Guy C. Wilson, then a student at the Academy in Provo. Arrangements were made for Wilson to assume his responsibilities in Colonia Juarez in September, 1897. When by 1904, the influx of students overwhelm the school space available in Colonia Juarez, President Ivins donated five acres of his own land in the town on which to construct a larger Academy building. By the autumn 1905, the academy, then a four-year accredited high school, opened its doors in a new double story building surrounded by spacious a campus. This was a large step forward for the entire Stake. Five of President Ivins’s own children graduated from this institution.

Ivins also provided an example of what can be done with one’s own home and surroundings. During the first 10 years of the colonies’ existence, too many of the houses had remained in an unimproved condition. Even fences were often primitive and near collapse. Ivins feel the shard with imported fruit and ornamental trees. Choice shrubs, fronted by a heart-shaped lawn surrounded by hybrid tea roses and dahlias, inspired everyone in Stake to imitate his efforts. Inside his home, he covered the floors and carpets, and in every room and wallpapered every wall. His own office was furnished in natural cedar. A veranda was supported by massive pillars and banisters. The inside of the house was trimmed with fancy, intricate woodwork. His blooded horses, Jersey cows and imported chickens were housed in attractive barns and outbuildings.

Another aspect of Ivins work in Mexico had to do with the performance of plural marriages. After President Woodruff’s 1890 Manifesto, Church authorities felt it best that such polygamist contracts as occurred should, when possible, be performed outside United States. The Mexican colonies had been used as locations for such ceremonies even before President Ivins arrived in 1895. With authority given him by the First Presidency, he was sometimes called upon the seal couples in such relationships. Although he himself never took a plural wife, he may have occasionally felt uncomfortable with his role in such things, faithfully executed his charge in these matters. It must be pointed out that he was most circumspect in requiring that any couple requesting this privilege present him with appropriate papers indicating that they had received prior approval from authorities in Salt Lake City. It should also be remembered that the monogamous marriages he performed far outnumbered the polygamist sealings he performed. And with President Joseph F. Smith directed that no plural marriages were to take place anywhere in the world after 1904, Ivins strictly adhered to the new policy.

For those a new President Ivins, perhaps nothing so characterized him as his love of nature. The sensitivities he acquired as a cowboy never left him. One of the ways he found to share his feelings with his family was to take them on an outing for two weeks each year. Usually, they went to North Valley, a picturesque fishing center a few miles north of Colonia Chuhuichupa. When he had his killer deer or massive fish, he put his gun and tackle away, no matter how many good shots presented themselves or how well the fish were biting. Killing for the sake of killing was to him unsportsmanlike and his family was taught his creed. The conference was usually held in Chuhuichupa Ward at the time of these vacations in the colonists of the region enjoyed close contact with the Stake President and his family on these occasions.

Ivins love for the outdoors also found expression in his many talks before Church audiences. Initially, and in later years, he wrote articles, chiefly in Church magazines, incorporated his outdoor experiences. One series was entitled “Traveling our Forgotten Trails.” These pieces included accounts of the route followed by the Mormon Battalion, experiences of the U.S. Army in Mexico during the trouble with Poncho Villa, and other essays having their setting in Mexico. The subject of one of the articles was especially popular with audiences as a theme in Ivins’s many sermons. This was a story of a mother mockingbird known to the Ivins family during their time in Colonia Juarez. The birds sang beautifully for them every summer. But during a sudden hailstorm, she allowed the life to be beaten out of her body rather than expose the brood she covered to the murderous hailstones. The lessons of fidelity and love that were drawn from this experience were seldom lost on those who heard it.

Another article dealt with the sequel to the tragic Thompson massacre, an event to touch the hearts of everyone in the colonies. A band of Apaches attacked a family of Mormons and Pratt ranch in the mountains in 1892. The mother and one of her sons were killed, the renegade escaping with their loot. Eight years later members of the band were cited and shot near Colonia Pacheco. President Ivins was in Pacheco at the time and examine the bodies of the dead Indians. From the workmanship on their moccasins and quivers, as well as a birthmark on the face of one of the Indians, he was convinced that it was none other than the “Apache Kid,” the notorious leader of the band believed to be responsible for the Thompson massacre. The article was titled “Retribution.”  The article was titled “Retribution” because, in Ivins’s words, “He killed Mormons and by Mormons was killed.”

They are sowing turn-of-the-century saw the colonists grow both in numbers and prosperity. The same year saw the Mormon colonies acquire a reputation throughout the Church is one of the most faithful bodies of the Saints to be found anywhere. The level of their tithes and offerings were among the highest in the Church. There was much for which Ivins could feel pride. After spending so much time there, he must have also felt a growing attachment to Mexican society. Certainly, the bonds that developed between himself and the Mormons residing in Mexico were strong affectionate. Yet, he and Elizabeth both longed for returned to life in the United States. It was doubtful, however, that he anticipated what it was that would bring about the return.

In 1907, while attending the general conference of the Church in Salt Lake City, he sat busily taking notes, as was his habit, in one of the many small notebooks he kept. As the names of the general authorities were presented for approval by the membership of the Church, he proceeded to write their names as they were called. Then, suddenly, he realized he had written his own name as one of those submitted as a member of the Quorum of Twelve Apostles.  It was proposed that he take the place of Elder George Teasdale who had died.  It will be recalled that it was Apostle Teasdale that he succeeded as the presiding officer over the Saints in Mexico in 1895.  Ivins was ordained to the new position before returning to the colonies. He had served for 12 years as President of the Juarez Stake.

After making preparations to leave the colonies, including assistance with the selection of Junius Romney as his successor, Ivins and his family relocated to Salt Lake City where they resided for the rest of their lives. Despite his responsibilities in connection with the Apostleship, special ties with the colonies continued. One of his daughters had become the plural wife of Guy C. Wilson and was yet living there. There were also investments in properties and mines that he had made while in Mexico. Leaders in Salt Lake City looked to Ivins for advice concerning the colonies and, for the balance of his life, he made frequent visits to them.

With the coming of the Mexican Revolution in 1910 he gave especially close attention to affairs in the colonies. When roving bands of soldiers began to abuse the Mormons, he told the Saints: “I have seen this coming for years, and no one can say how long it will last. But my advice is to stay perfectly neutral… You may be despoiled and robbed, but if you stay close to the Lord, take part with neither side, I promise that if you will lose your lives.” Although there were some trying times and close encounters in the period before the 1912 Exodus, no colonists died at the hand of a soldier.

When the evacuation of the colonists actually took place, Ivins was in Ciudad Juarez to meet the first trainload of women, children, and aged men, and stayed until the last evacuees arrived. He helped negotiate with the City of El Paso for food for the homeless and with Fort Bliss for use of tents as a more adequate shelter than the lumber sheds in which they were temporarily house. When it looked unfavorable for a return to their homes in Mexico, he was partly responsible for obtaining free rail passage in the United States for all who cared to relocate elsewhere. He continued to visit and encourage those who did return to the colonies. And, he was instrumental in affecting the reorganization of the Stake, placing Joseph C. Bentley in charge and setting apart new Bishops in Colonia Juarez and Colonia Dublan.

As a General Authority, he worked in a variety of capacities including President of Utah Savings and Trust Company, President of the Board of Trustees for Utah State Agricultural College, and was a member of the National Boy Scout Committee. He was also chosen as an official spokesman for the Church on issues of the day when such matters called for a Church response. In March, 1921, Ivins became second counselor to President Heber J. Grant.  The two were first cousins and had long maintained a close friendship. Now they work together almost daily. In 1925 Ivins was named First Counselor. Through it all, he continued to find time for his broad range of interests, from archaeology and Indians to hunting, fishing and history. He seemed to have been universally admired by all who knew him.

President Ivins died suddenly on September 23, 1934. He had celebrated his 82nd birthday but a week earlier. As Ann Hinckley and Mary Fitzgerald of the Utah State Historical Society have mentioned, in addition to his funeral in the tabernacle, the Piute Indian tribe honored him with a special memorial of their own. Perhaps no better summary of life can be found than an Indian beadwork message sent to him in 1932: “Tony Ivins, he no cheat.”

His beloved companion was united with him in death 18 months later on March 22, 1936.

Carmon Hardy and Nelle Spilsbury Hatch

Stalwarts South of the Border page 310

Franklin Demarcus Haymore

Franklin Demarcus Haymore

Franklin Demarcus Haymore

Franklin Demarcus Haymore

Franklin Demarcus Haymore’s grandfather, Daniel Haymore, Sr., emigrated from Virginia to Stony Creek, North Carolina and later to Mt. Airy, North Carolina.  He married Mary Schockly on 16 February, 1799. They had the following children:  Britain, Blumming, Jermaine, William, Polly, Tibithy and Daniel, Jr.

Daniel Sr. and Daniel, Jr. were blacksmiths by trade they also did cabinetry and carpentry work.  They had 160 acre farm on which they operated a tannery end mill.  Daniel, Jr. Married Martha Hall on April 30, 1840. They had the following children: Darius Benton, Mary Catherine, Lucay, Elizabeth, Franklin Demarcus, the Messier Francis, and Mildred Ellender.

During the rebellion between the States, Daniel Jr. and his son Darius made wagons for the government. They not only did the iron and blacksmith work, but the one carpentry work as well, so that the entire job on the wagons they completed themselves. They had a higher demand and paid him a bushel and a peck of corn a week.

They do not have slaves, but hired negro boy who was raised with Franklin Demarcus.  Many years later when Franklin returned to North Carolina he met the Negro and they were very happy to see each other again.

Franklin DeMarcus only had an eighth grade education. However he was at the head of his class and was especially good in spelling and used the “old blue spelling book.”  He played the accordion and violin for dances, although his mother objected to this form of recreation.

Franklin met Adeline Taylor whose father had a farm and sawmill on Stony Creek three or four miles from the Haymore farm.  He often said she was a prettiest girl in North Carolina, and would have followed her to the ends of the earth if need be to win her.

Henry G. Boyle, a Mormon missionary preaching the Gospel in the South, gave Franklin copy of the Voice of Warning which helped to convert him to the LDS Church.  His parents did not join the Church, but all the rest of the Taylor family did.  A company of 39 Saints under the direction of Elder Boyle were planning to migrate to Utah.  The Haymore’s were very much upset that their son should want to join this new religion and plan to move away from them. He was 19 years of age and they would not give there can sent to such act. However he did marry Adeline Lucinda Taylor on March 2, 1869.

His love for Adeline helped make the decision to go West. His parents offered him the farm and only possessed if he would stay. But his mind was made up and he left with the group from Mt. Airy, North Carolina on June 12, 1869. They went to Norfolk, Virginia and by boat to New York. Then they took an immigrant train to Ogden, Utah where they arrived on July 21, 1869.  The coach cars had crude benches along both sides of the car and down the center.

Franklin, Adeline, and the Taylors were baptized in Payson, Utah during February by breaking the ice.  The young couple moved into a home they shared with the family name Daniels. Franklin Edgar was born to them on February 19, 1870. The second son, Daniel Benjamin, died.

Franklin D. bought blacksmith tools and made a bellows, and with his trade earned his living. He bought land in Payson on West Mountain with Freeman Tanner as a partner. After buying a city lot from Jim W. Memmott, Franklin went into the mountains in the winter with snow up to his armpits and cut logs to build a home. Billy Griggs was given a span of forces for framing up the house on the lot. The townspeople thought young Haymore must have money to put up such a nice home, but it was only by hard work and careful planning that he was able to complete it. He had only about $20 cash when he started to build. The home still stands in Payson and is in very good condition.

Franklin continue to do blacksmith work, earned enough to buy a new wagon and cows which he later turned in as trade on an 80 acre farm. It was a hard winter and the cows were turned back to him for their feed. His farm was at Spring Creek, 3 miles west of Payson. In the spring he planted alfalfa and harvested hay.

Martha and was born February 5, 1874.

On his 80 acre farm there was an old shack and Franklin went in to investigate and found a miners giant powder cap. He probed it with a nail and it exploded, taking off the end of his thumb and forefinger on the right hand.

Just before Darius Wilburn was born March 6, 1876, Franklin was called on a mission to help settle Arizona, but after the Church found out his wife Adeline was expecting a baby they allowed him to remain in Payson. Franklin was called on a mission to the southern states just after Arthur Samuel was born on February 1, 1878.

While Franklin was away, Adeline wove carpets on a loom Franklin had made for her and sold them to neighbors. She also had a nice garden and sold vegetables. Her boys also sold vegetables for their pocket money. She made butter and sold it, being a very thrifty woman, and an excellent manager.

She made her boys’ shirts out of black sateen which buttoned down the back, as was the style, and when they went swimming their friends had to button them up. She had just finished making Arthur and Darius new shirts when they decided to visit relatives in Salem, North Carolina. The shirts were made to button down the front instead of the back, which created very much interest at the time and has been the style ever since.

Franklin returned from his mission after about two years.

Polygamy was preached and practiced by the Church.  Franklin Demarcus married Elizabeth Lant on 22 March, 1888 in the Logan Temple. Because of this practice Franklin was called on another mission to Chattanooga Tennessee. While he was away, David F. was born on April 6, 1889, the first son of Elizabeth Lant, at Payson, Utah. Because of his plural marriages, Franklin was indicted by the government authorities. Franklin remained on his mission. Adeline would send letters addressed to President Spry and insight would be a letter for Franklin D. which would be forwarded to him.

The authorities were watching the Haymore family so that when the boys went to mail the letters in the post office, which was located in the Douglas Mercantile Company, they saw the letter addressed to President  Spry and went after him, thinking that they had the right man on the polygamy charge. He couldn’t convince them otherwise and they brought him back to Utah only to find out it was Haymore they were after. One of his missionary companions, Elder Shelton, called on Adeline and her family and sang a song:  “I’ll remember your love in my prayers.   I’ll kneel by your bedside and pray.”

Wilford Woodruff, as President of the Church, wired Franklin D. that the authorities were after him and for him to flee to Mexico or Canada. Mexico was the nearest so he went there, arriving at Colonia Diaz. He met Ammon Tenny (sic) who was looking for a good blacksmith and they went to the sawmill at San Pedro. He worked hard for $35 a month in pesos.

Franklin D. worked at the sawmill with John Loving for a year or two.  He rented a farm at San Pedro.  Darius came down and stayed a year in about 1890.  His father had been away so long and had grown a beard and Darius didn’t know him.  Darius had grown so much his father didn’t know him either.  He took Darius to one side and after questioning him about his mother decided he had the right boy, that he was his own son. 

Darius decided to go back to Utah and Arthur came to be with his father. The boys met on the way at Diaz at Ammon Tenny’s (sic) home in 1891.  Lizzie decided to join her husband and brought David F. with her.  Arthur helped make a comfortable home.  On June 15, 1891 Mildred was born.   Adeline made a short trip to the San Pedro Ranch.  Later Franklin went back to Payson to give himself up.  Veda Adeline was born January 6, 1894.

Franklin D. pleaded not guilty so he could remain in Payson for the summer and wait for the court session in the fall, then plead guilty.  In the meantime he worked on the farm. 

In the fall Arthur drove his father to Provo with clothes enough to last him six months or a year while he served in the state penitentiary.  In the meantime the attorney had two of the charges withdrawn and when the judge pronounced sentence it was for one day and court expenses, which amounted to $42.50.  He was turned over to the deputy who said he would not take him to Salt Lake City for just one day.  He did not have the money with him so the sheriff was going to Payson the next day and would collect it then.  Imagine the joy and surprise of his family when he returned and did not have to be separated from them.

Franklin returned to Payson and sold out there, putting the money into property in Mexico.  When he returned to Mexico, Darius, Jan, Ed and Lil came with him.  A year later John and Martha Haymore Douglas joined him.

Franklin D. and Patrick C. Haynie decided to form a mercantile company, each furnishing one thousand dollars.  John Douglas was the first clerk.  Later, Millard clerked in the store, then went to Colonia Juarez to school and John Andrum took over.  Several years later Millard opened a store in Colonia Dublan.  Ade opened one at San Miguelito after the flood in Colonia Oaxaca damaged about half of the merchandise in the store.

Franklin D. married Pearl Melissa Wilson and to them were born two girls:  Emma Julia on July 18, 1899; and, Centenna on October 6, 1901.  More land was purchased and several stores opened.  Some of the boys rode the range and others helped in the stores.

On November 19, 1907 Pearl passed away.  The two girls were small so Franklin D. married May Ellen Wilson Cluff.  Records show that Pearl had six girls, but only two lived, Emma and Centenna.  Mary or Mazie had four children:  Demarcus, born August 6, 1910; Franklin R. on July 24, 1912; David W. on August 29, 1914; and Ellen on January 18, 1916.

In 1912 the Revolution started in Mexico and the Church ordered all Latter-day Saints to go to the United States.  The Haymores lost much in the leaving their property, including homes, stores and cattle ranches.  However, a store in Agua Prieta on the Mexican border near Douglas, Arizona had been opened with Millard as the manager.  Later the other brothers helped out after leaving the colonies.  Franklin D. remained president of the firm several years, then the boys took over.  He lived in Douglas, Arizona with his family at 1139-8th Street, and later brought property and a home in Mesa, Arizona.  He divided his time between these two places.  In 1924 he had a serious operation at El Paso, Texas from which he never fully recovered.  After a lingering illness of several months he passed away on July 8, 1931 at Douglas Arizona.  His wife Mary Ellen preceeded him in death by one month, June 7, 1931.

Franklin D. was very affectionate and was known as a peacemaker.  He had a very kind, patient, loving disposition.  He never used a slang word, much less a swear word.  He remained faithful to the Latter-day Saint Church, a religion he had given up so much for in his young life.  But perhaps it was the teachings of this church that helped him to be the kind of man he was.  He always bore a fine and convincing testimony, despite all the trials and hardships he had endured during the 82 years he lived.  His children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren honor and rever the memory of this good and noble man.       

Arthur S. Haymore, son,

As told by Leah Haymore Kartchner

Stalwarts South of the Border, Nelle Spilsbury Hatch pg 263