Showing posts with label #52Ancestors. Show all posts
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Thursday, January 21, 2016

52 Ancestors: #13 Price William Nelson (1855 – 1946)

This posting is much longer than expected as I planned to just add a few background stories in this week's blog which is about my husband's maternal great grandfather, Price W. Nelson. -cba

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Price William Nelson (Jr.)
Price William Nelson was born on 29 August 1855 in San Bernardino, California to Price Williams and Lydia Lake Nelson. Price W. had an interesting childhood as the family was very poor and lived many places including such difficult places as San Bernardino, California; Franklin, Idaho; the Muddy Mission in Nevada, several places in southern Utah, the Missions of Arizona and the Mormon Colonies in Mexico.

Price W.'s parents came to Utah in 1850. His father, Price William Nelson was in the Benjamin Hawkins Company  and his mother, Lydia was in the James Lake Company (James was Lydia's father). His parents met on the journey across the plains and married soon after arriving in Utah. In 1852 Price and Lydia joined with those who had journeyed to California and settled in San Bernardino. And that is why Price W. Nelson was born in California in 1855.

Note: Pres. Brigham Young wanted to quickly build a "continuous line of stations and places of refreshment"  between Salt Lake City and the Pacific coast for missionaries and emigrants going to and from the Pacific Islands. He also asked the colony to be self-reliant and experiment in growing and manufacturing products such as olive oil, grapes, sugar cane and cotton. In the Spring of 1851 Brigham Young journeyed to Payson to speak to and bid farewell to 200 colonizers off to California; but when he got there he found 437 men, women and children gathered. Many wanted to escape the harsh climate and poor economic conditions at that time. His clerk noted that President Young was “sick at the sight of so many of the Saints running off to California.” Disappointed, he left without addressing the travelers.
Fort San Bernardino 1852
One year later in 1852 Price William and Lydia Nelson moved with their first child to California. This was a great opportunity for this young family. Lydia  says they journeyed by team to San Bernardino, and liking the place, decided to make it their home. Price William (the father) went into the saw-mill business with Amasa Lyman and Charles Rich. The mill ran during the winter but closed in the summer on account of the lack of water. During this time for seven years they moved each fall from the valley to the mountains and returned to the valley in the spring. Three children were born while they were in California including Price W. in 1855. Two years later at the time of Johnstons' Army and the Utah war Brigham Young called the California colonists back to Utah and the Nelson heeded the call and moved back to Utah when Price W. was two years old. 

The Nelson family lived several places the next nine years including Payson, Utah; Franklin, Idaho; and Logan, Utah for six years where his father operated a sawmill. Price W. says of their stay in Logan: "We were very poor and during the cold winter we had to stay indoors most of the time for want of proper clothing. If I went to the corral or to a neighbor, I had to go through the snow barefooted. We suffered much from the cold weather."   

The Nelsons were then called to the Muddy Mission in southern Nevada. They arrived in 1866 when Price W. was still ten years of age. His history tells of several incidents during his childhood there. It was very hot in the summer there and an opposite experience to the cold in Logan. One tale is told of barefoot children walking home from school there. "They would take their bonnets, aprons, or some green brush in their hands, run as far as they could, throw them down and stand on them until their feet cooled off. Then run again." Price W. attended school there in an adobe schoolhouse with sand floors. He tells of one teacher he liked and one that he did not like. He says that his parents were industrious and hard-working and he thought a lot of them, but like many children he was disobedient at times. He did say that as he grew older he learned to love and respect them. 
Brigham Young at Muddy Mission 1870
Southern Nevada was a harsh land with rattlesnakes, scorpions, crop-destroying grasshopper and Indian troubles. Many left the mission or paid someone else to serve in their place. Price W.'s mother told that for them it was an ideal climate and very productive soil, and they followed farming for a livelihood. They lived comfortably in Nevada for six years.  Conditions were favorable for the building of comfortable homes and they had an abundance of such things as could be produced from the soil, but had difficulty in obtaining clothing. 
There were troubles with the state of Nevada and when the state demanded a high tax paid in silver or gold instead of goods the people were advised to leave by Brigham Young after he visited the area in 1870.. The family acted immediately on the advice and left their homes and fertile land with luxuriant crops almost ready to harvest, and went to Glendale in southern Utah, arriving there with their large family and only what provisions they could carry in one wagon. Price W. says they suffered with cold and hunger while making the move. He, his brother and father drove all the  loose cattle to Utah and twenty-five  horses to Beaver Dam for the people of St. Thomas. This was hard work on foot in the winter. Price W. tells that his father had found some canvas tenting and which his mother used to make some pants for the boys. He says, "It was so stiff and hard that mother had to use an awl to make them and after they were made they would stand alone. After I had worn mine a few days they broke in two across the seat, by the pockets, in front of the knees, and across the back. You can well imagine how I looked but I cared very little about it as I was used to rags."

After spending about six years in Utah  living in Utah, the family moved to the missions of Arizona.  Price Nelson had helped his family move to the Little Colorado River in Arizona and returned with his father to Glendale, Utah in October of 1876 to retrieve the remainder of their possessions.  When it was time to return to Arizona, Price decided to stay and go into business for himself.  He was 21 and had little more than the shirt on his back. He told, “At the time my father left me sitting on the corral fence we had but little bedding and three shirts for the two of us so he gave me two of them and kept one. “   Price eventually found work and later got a contract to deliver logs to a saw mill.
 Price W. tells this story of dating his future wife, Mary Louisa Elder Nelson:  

Price W. and Mary Louisa
"It was during this summer (1877) that I courted my first wife.  She was just 16 that June and I was 21.  Neither one of us had ever kept company with anyone before but the instant we saw each other we spotted each other.  She was cooking at Seamon’s camp just a few hundred yards from where mine was.  In connection with this I should tell of my old buckskin pants.  They were all the pants I had, and I had worn them over two years.  I don’t think an article of clothing was ever hated worse.  I did own two shirts so I could keep one rinsed out and fresh.  I always worked until dark; in fact, I never thought of unyoking my team until then.  I would get my supper, go to a little ice-cold spring and bathe all over, brush and shake out those buckskin pants, and go see Mary Louisa.  I did all my sparking in those ugly pants, but if I wanted to go anywhere of a Sunday her father loaned me his suit.  I know I must have been a hard looker, with no way to fix up much, but I tried to keep clean and I always seemed to look good to her." 
Price William and Mary Louisa Nelson were married on January 11, 1878 in the St. George Temple.

Price W. and Mary Louisa Nelson family before 1902

Price W. and Louisa had nine children together, two died while young. They lived in Arizona, the Mexican Colonies and Utah. Louisa died in Kanab, Utah on June 15, 1916. 

Price W. and Charlotte Annie Tanner Nelson
Price W. married into polygamy. He met Charlotte Annie Tanner in Arizona and they were married in the St. George temple on January 14, 1886. They had six children together with only one living.  Charlotte Annie lived in Arizona and the Mexican colonies but after a family journey to the United States in 1904 she did not return to Mexico with the family. She and her teenage son, Joseph stayed with her Father in Arizona. Charlotte Annie died in Eagar, Arizona on August 3, 1939.

Price W. and Mary Louisa moved to Utah after they were forced from their home by the Mexican war. They left all behind and had to start with nothing once again. Mary Louisa passed away just four years after leaving the Mexican colonies.
1918 group photo with Price W and Annie
one year after their wedding
After the passing of his wife, Louisa, Price W. married a third time on August 19, 1917 to Annie B. McCotter in Durham, North Carolina. She was a "mail-order" bride. When Price W. journeyed to North Carolina to get Annie it was during World War I and he had a hard time finding work. Many did not trust him because of the war and how he was different from those living there. He writes that he thought he would have no trouble in getting work. But it was a problem, although he did get some work in the cotton factory at a very small wage. He says, "It was in the time of World War and all strangers thought I was a spy. I looked so different to their own home people. After I was there some weeks, I took my grip [a small suitcase] and hiked out afoot and alone in the country, looking for work. I traveled, inquiring for work saw milling or working in the timber, but I was spotted as a spy and turned down everywhere I went in the country, looking for work."  (Apparently someone even called the sheriff on him.)
"It was still drizzling rain. I went to the highway and traveled on in the dark. I felt lonesome and outcast in the dark–a stranger in a strange land, 3,000 miles from home, and not a penny. I had come on a very sacred errand and I prayed for the protecting care of our good Father as I went on in the dark and rain. I continued to pray and I was directed to a lone farm house to one side of the wood. It was still raining. I never saw the house till I came right to it. I rapped on the porch floor and said, "Hello." The answer came back, "Hello, Mr. Nelson, come in." A man got up lit a lamp, opened the door, took me by the hand and said, "Come right in. I will fix you something to eat, then I will show you to a bed." He asked me no questions. I prayed and wept for joy for the answer to prayer; I was guided to a friend." 

 "I landed in North Carolina in June. In August we were married by one of the missionary elders. Then we had to remain there till December waiting for money from home. It finally came, and we landed in Salt Lake on the 13th of December, and on the 14th we went to the Temple and were sealed as husband and wife on the 14th of December 1917. 
Annie and Price William Nelson
Price W. and Annie were married for nearly 30 years until his passing. Annie apparently found Utah as different as Price found North Carolina. Annie continued to live St. George  and was known as Aunt Annie by his children and grandchildren. Annie died on February 7, 1958 in Provo, Utah.
Price William and five of his sons
Price William Nelson died on May 17, 1946 in St. George, Utah and is buried there beside two of his wives. He stayed true to the faith throughout his interesting and often difficult journey in this life.



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Sources:
Personal papers and records held by D. Larsen
"Biography of Price William Nelson" by his grandson, Rodney Nelson 
FamilySearch.org
"Lydia Ann Lake Nelson"  - as told to and written by her grandson, Joseph N. Brinkerhoff
"Claiborne Elder and the Courtship of Mary Louisa" - by Price Nelson
Ancestry.com
Phone interview with Rodney Nelson
Phone interview with Darlene Larsen



Tuesday, January 27, 2015

52 Ancestors: #4 James William Palmer (1860-1931)

For week 4 I am featuring James William Palmer, my great grandfather: Me - my mother - Joseph Martin Palmer - James William Palmer. The following history is taken from a life sketch written by his daughter, Chloe Amelia Palmer Nelson.
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James William Palmer1860-1931

James William Palmer, son of Zemira Palmer and Sally Knight Palmer, was born September 23, 1860 in Provo, Utah County, Utah. He was the sixth child of twelve children, six sons and six daughters.

Very little is known about James' childhood and early life. However, we do know that, like most pioneer families, his parents moved from one place to another quite frequently.  Some of his boyhood homes were:  Provo, Meadow Valley , and Springdale in Utah. As a boy James helped with farming, sheepherding, or whatever there was to be done.
 
Myrtle and James William Palmer
The Palmer family moved to Orderville, Kane County, Utah, where they lived the United Order for ten years.  It was here that James met Mary Ann Black, a daughter of William Morley Black and his wife, Amy Jane Washburn Black.  James and Mary Ann were married in the St. George Temple on June 25, 1879.  Mary Ann died the same year - reportedly in childbirth - leaving James  a widower at the age of nineteen.

Two years later James married Olive Myrtle Black, daughter of William Morley Black and Maria   Hansen Black, a half-sister to his first wife, Mary Ann. They were married December 1881, in the St. George Temple and spent their honeymoon traveling by team and wagon from St. George to Orderville.  It was in Orderville that their first  child, William Zemira, was born on December 3, 1882.  On December 25 that same year James married Eva Minerva Black, a full sister to James first wife, Mary Ann.  

In the spring of 1884 James and  his two polygamist wives, and baby Will, moved to Snowflake, Navajo County, Arizona, where they lived with James's brother, Asael. It was there in Uncle Asael’s home that James and Myrtle's second child, James Asael, was born on October 12, 1884.

James and his family had been in Snowflake only a short time when President John Taylor, who was then President of the LDS Church, advised all polygamous families to move to Mexico. James' brothers, Asael and Alma did not want him to go to Mexico, and they gave him some cattle and land as an inducement to stay. But James felt he should heed the advice of President Taylor, and it was not long until he and his family, and what few supplies could be hauled in one wagon, were on their way to Colonia Diaz. His brothers gave him a team of mules which faithfully and securely, carried their load to Colonia Diaz, Mexico. The family stayed only long enough to plant and harvest a crop. They reached Diaz on March 31, 1885.

From Diaz the family went to San Jose, a little Mexican town near Colonia Dublan, Chihuahua, Mexico near the Casas Grandes River. The adults tried to catch fish from the river but usually caught turtles. Fish were needed to help supply food for the family. Many a meal consisted only of cornbread and water gravy thickened with cornmeal. James planted and raised corn and potatoes at San Jose. The potatoes were so small that it took twenty for just one serving. They ground the dried corn in an old-fashioned coffee grinder to get meal for bread, gravy and cooked cereal.

 The James Palmer family next went to a pioneer camp near where Colonia Juarez is now located. At this camp they built forts or stockades in which to live, eight or nine families living in a stockade. Their only stove was a campfire in the yard. It made no difference how hot the summer or how cold the winter, their scanty rations were cooked on the same stove. They named the pioneer camp “Stringtown.”   James' family had just moved into their part of a stockade when a pair of “twin” boys was born, October 14, 1886, Ellis for Myrtle and Edson for Eva.  Several months after the "twins” arrived, the little colony of stockaders were eating their scanty noonday meal when suddenly it seemed that the whole earth began to shake. The tremor was just a minor part of the Mexico earthquake. It did not damage Stringtown much, but scared a year's growth out of the people.

In the spring of 1887 James hitched his faithful mule team to the wagon and with his family pioneered their way up the steep, rugged San Diego dugway to Corrales. It took almost two weeks to make the trip of only forty miles. Because the earthquake had shaken the road up so badly, they had to rebuild it as they went along.  Corrales was a beautiful, picturesque little valley bounded on one side by the Sierra Madre Mountains. On the other three sides were mountains, hills, pine forests and two rivers - one running south and north, the other running east and west. The two rivers met a very short distance from where James built the three-room log cabin in which both families lived. The additions to the family caused the home to be as crowded as a can of sardines and Eva moved to another small log cabin.

 When James and his family first came to Corrales, they lived in their wagon under pine trees until the log cabin was finished. During the first year there they built the log cabin; dug an irrigation ditch from the box canyon to the farm; plowed lands; planted and harvested crops; cut and hauled firewood; and made a corral and shelter for the mule team. All of his life James took great pride in having sleek, well-cared for horses and cattle.
James Palmer, one of his wives and children
. During the twenty-six years in Mexico James was blessed with twelve sons and ten daughters, the majority of whom were born in the little three-room cabin.

 Even after the most difficult years had passed and James had accumulated horses, cattle, a good ranch and all kinds of barnyard animals and fowl, he, as well as the other people in the mountain colonies and ranches had to be ever alert and on the watch for unfriendly Mexicans and Apache Indians. According to legend, Chief Geronimo's son, while yet very young, followed in his father's footsteps and led a very hostile band of Apache Indian into the mountains. It was they who were molesting and terrifying the people. They stole horses and cattle and would go into the fields at night, helping themselves to corn and potatoes.

Although James loved his children and did everything in his power for their comfort and well-being, he had very little companionship with them. He never took time out for relaxation except on Sunday, and that was strictly "go to church day.”
James had many faith promoting experiences. He was bitten by a rattlesnake once while hoeing corn in his bare feet. He had no shoes. On another occasion he camped in the oaks at the foot of the San Diego dugway and made his bed under a large oak tree. He was almost asleep when he was prompted to move his bed. He tried to ignore the prompting and go back to sleep, but he could not, so he moved his bed. About an hour later, one of the terrible electrical storms the country was accustomed to headed James' way. The big oak he had moved from under was shattered with lightning. The prayer he had offered before going to bed was answered.
While throwing corn fodder from the barn loft into the manger below, James fell and broke two ribs. There were no doctors in the country. The only remedy the family had for all kinds of sickness, accidents or anything was faith in the healing power of the priesthood. James was also saved from being killed by a big, brown bear through prayer. Another man was killed by the bear.
An exciting but sad experience happened on Sunday, July 4, 1910. Lightning struck James' barn and it was burned to the ground. His wife, Eva and son, Newell were lucky enough to get all the horses and cattle out of the barn, but the effects of the lightning caused Old Glory's death three days later. Old Glory was a thoroughbred horse for breeding purposed, for which James had paid $1,000. The death of the horse was quite a shock to James and a large financial loss in those days.
James was accustomed to have very severe headaches. They caused him to be delirious at times. These headaches, along with worry and loss of the horse, caused James to become very nervous and discontented. He decided to make a trip through Arizona, New Mexico and Utah, thinking the change would improve his health, and it did. It also brought a big change in the families' lives, for James never returned to Mexico.
James W. Palmer decided to make a new start at Grayson, Utah which is now called Blanding. The new start would not have been so difficult if he could have sold his property at Corrales and Pacheco. But soon after he left Mexico, the Mexican Revolutionaries started making trouble for the people in the Mormon colonies. They became so dangerous by 1912 that the President of the LDS Church, Joseph F. Smith, advised people to leave. It was thought that the trouble would soon be over and the colonists could return to their homes. Most did not return, however, except a very few.
When James decided to stay at Blanding, he sent for his wife, Eva and her unmarried children to move to Blanding. 
Myrtle and her family left Pacheco and Corrales with the rest of the Corrales and Pacheco people Tuesday morning, July 28, 1912. That was twenty-seven years after James had settled at Corrales. After twenty-seven years of hard labor and sacrifice, James now had no earthly possessions except the two teams and what few supplies and household goods could be hauled, plus a few horses his son, John, drove across the line and on to Blanding. Regardless of this, James was not broken spiritually. He had laid up for himself treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust consumes and where thieves cannot break in and steal. He was ready and willing to make a new start and was very successful
James developed his farm, not far from Blanding, to be one of the best, if not the very best, in the country. During the cold winter months when he could not work on the farm, he carried mail from Blanding to Buff by team and buggy in order to get money for shoes, clothing and other necessities. Most of the food was produced on the farm and in the home garden, but money was scarce.
James was of a quiet, reserved nature and would not tolerate anything loud, boisterous or obscene. He was very neat and particular, and viewed everything he did with pride. Public speaking was very difficult for James, but when he was called upon to speak in any church meeting he humbly responded.
James was a faithful church member. No man ever paid a more honest tithe. More than once the Bishop said, “Jimmy Palmer goes through his bins and sorts out a big tenth of the best he has for tithing.” Of course, in his day, tithes and fast offerings were paid with produce such as corn, potatoes, beans, squash, molasses, cornmeal, eggs, poultry, livestock, lumber, or whatever the people had. James was also ever ready with labor and means when a church or school donation was called for.  He also held several responsible civic positions such as school trustee, water supervisor and president of a stockholders' association. 
James kept going, and was never idle until his failing health forced him to slow down. He did not completely quit until he was helplessly confined to his bed. Finally, even the most efficient doctors could do nothing for him. He grew weaker until February 20, 1931, when he breathed his last breath at 9 AM Friday morning. James William Palmer's funeral was held on February 21 at the Blanding chapel and he was laid to rest in the Blanding cemetery.


obituary - San Juan Record 2-26-1931
















Related post: Olive Myrtle Black Palmer (1865-1949) 
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Sources:

  • History: "James William Palmer 1860-1931" written by his daughter, Chloe Amelia Palmer Nelson
  • Obituary: San Juan Record  February 23, 1931
  • Find-a-Grave.com
  • FamilySearch.org Family Tree



Sunday, January 4, 2015

52 Ancestors: #1 Abram William Burgess

I'm a year late but I am taking the "52 Ancestors 52 Weeks" challenge this year. Abram is  #1.
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Abram William Burgess 1857-1929
Abram Burgess is my great grandfather 
Me - My father - Grandfather Milton Burgess - Great Grandfather Abram William Burgess

 Abram Burgess was born in Salt Lake City, Utah territory on 16 July 1857. Abram was the sixth child of Harrison and Amanda Melvina Hammond Burgess.

Abram's family was one of 309 families called to settle in Southern Utah during the October 1861 General Conference of the LDS Church. So Abram was four years old when he moved to southern Utah. His family spent their first winter south of St. George in the Fort Pierce area where there was grazing for the cattle they brought. In the spring they went up to Pine Valley where they made their home and set up Abram's father's lumber mill. His father helped saw logs used for pipes in the organ in the Salt Lake Tabernacle and lumber for buildings including the St. George Temple and Tabernacle as well as homes in the area.

Abram spent his formative years in the small, beautiful town of Pine Valley where he worked hard and also enjoyed friends, church and social life there.

Abram's younger brother Isaac says that their young days were spent helping their father build a home and doing what they could do to help their parents in the struggle to make a living for a family of eleven - six boys and five girls. They started early doing a man's work. They would cut grain with a cradle and help haul and stack the grain. They milked 25 or 30 head of cows and also helped their mother make cheese and butter. They either had to herd cattle or take them to the hills in the morning then go get them at night. As they got older they helped their father make lumber at his sawmill. Abram's father, Harrison Burgess was one of the first to put a sawmill in the Pine Valley Mountains. They used ox teams to get the logs to the sawmill. The sons helped their father saw blocks off of trees which they would split and shave-off to make shingles. They would take the shingles to sell in the mining town of Pioche, Nevada. ... During this time the brothers worked most of their time at the sawmill making lumber to help build up the country.:

Abram was educated in part by his father's first wife, Sophia. 

His Daughter, Lucille writes:
"Grandfather Harrison Burgess's first wife was a school teacher, and she begged Grandfather to take a second wife because she was unable to bear children. Aunt Sophia said, "It isn't fair that you have no one to carry on your name, and have no children of your own." She told Harrison, "If you promise me you will do this, I will educate your children."
"Father said she never forgot that promise. He would always try to hide from her, so he could go play with the other kids, but she always found him and Grandpa supported her about this schooling."
"Later Dad told me what having a good education meant to him. He said, "My life has been so rewarding. I can read - and understand what I read. It's not only to be able to read for enjoyment, but to know what's going on in the world, to understand the scriptures, and to follow political events in the governing of our country."

In the spring of 1874 Abe (as he was called), Jeter Snow and Thomas W. Burgess went north to seek work. They cut and burned wood for coke to be used in the mining and smelting industries in Rush Valley and later chopped and hauled wood in American Fork Canyon.

A few years later Abram and his best friend, Jeter Snow went to Nevada looking for work. They were unsuccessful as they traveled north so went back to the Panaca and Pioche area. 
Jeter Snow and Abe Burgess (seated)

Here is the story from a history of Jeter Snow written by his daughter:
"Their long search for work and the return trip had all been on horse-back.  They had to take many days and let their horses rest frequently while  traveling through those seemingly endless sagebrush, lonely valleys.  Abe was riding a little cayuse mare he had purchased in Pioche when they left on their trip.  The mare was much too small for him.  All along the trip Abe had tried to sell, trade or even give her away, but with no luck. When they got back to Panaca, the cayuse was in such bad shape that Abe gave a man a dollar to kill her.  It took all the coins both father and Abe had to  raise the dollar for the shooting of the mare.  It was a sad ending to an eight-week trip."
 "Jeter and Abe stayed in Panaca and worked for some time.  They cut wood,  burned wood for charcoal and did anything else they could to earn a little money."

 They never worked in the mines, but burned coal for the smelters. They also hauled wood and freighted some. They were away from home for two years.

Abram Burgess married Sarah Jane Rogers in the St. George Temple on 30 December 1880. She was the daughter of David and Mary Ann Mayer Burgess born on 3 August 1863 in St. George, Utah. She died in an automobile accident on the Buckhorn Flat (23 miles north of Paragonah) at age 62 on 18 June 1926.
Abram and Jane were married over 45 years. Thirteen children were born to this couple. They lost one son at birth, William or Willie as is written on his headstone.

Abram's daughters write of their time growing up:

 Mame (Mary Jarvis Skinner) writes:
"In the spring of 1882 my parents with his brothers and a number of other families went down to settle Mesquite Flat. They got the water out on the ground and crops in and the rich soil made things grow beautifully, when just before harvest time the floods came down the Virgin River and washed out the ditches and , as I remember them telling me, a lot of the crops and the rest died for lack of water. So Pa and his brothers went back to Pine Valley where they lived farming, logging, and cattle raising until the summer of 1895. They sold their home and spent that summer at Foster's Ranch on the Clara Creek" (this was apparently north of Veyo)

Abram's brother Isaac Burgess also tells of their time in Mesquite (Nevada):
"About the year 1880 my father and his boys were called or requested to go take the water on what was then called Mesquite Flat. There were some others called at the same time. ..worked there with others for three years, building homes, and clearing land, and putting in crops, a ward was organized.. We also hauled salt rock from the Muddy Valley to St. George to the Wooley, Lund and Judd store to get groceries to live on. We were just getting along so we could live, had cut 30 acres of grain, had it all shocked also 15 acres of hay all cut and piled. I think it was about July, and then it was all destroyed by the big flood water [which] went through fields, washed grain and hay away - some clear into the Virgin River, destroyed all our past work, filled up our ditches, etc. ... We stayed a few weeks longer, made a small ditch to take the water through as the large ditch was completely filled up. But we were not able to do much. After all the loss we suffered, we took the chills and fever, a disease very common in that country then ... So having lost about all we had we went back to Pine Valley, this time our main work was farming."

Mame:
"The spring of 1896 I think it was Pa bought the home where we lived  (in St. George) and he never left it. We spent the summers at the Ranch and the winters in St. George. Father and Uncle Jode owned the Ranch together and also the farm in the Clara field. In about 1904 or near there, Pa traded his share of the Ranch for Uncle Jode's share of the field in St. George and stayed there except when he was taking care of his cattle which he still ran up at the Ranch."

Lucille Tegan:
"In St. George Father bought a home by the Black Hill, [the southwest corner of 400 West Tabernacle Street] and twenty-six acres of farming land in the Santa Clara fields. He also bought many acres of range land, and leased acres of range land from the federal government."
"He told me many times in the first years of purchase, the feed in the hills was so good it reached to the bottom of the stirrups on his saddle. Then as the years went by the climate changed. The Dixie country became - most of the time - a hot, dry desert wasteland. Just imagine those faithful pioneers trying to reap a harvest from that dry, parched soil."
"Father tried to farm and raise cattle. When those dry years came he lost so many head. In those days one couldn't obtain a loan from the government to purchase feed for their starving animals. I can imagine our father with a heavy heart watching his cattle die one by one. Then every day feeling that hot wind blowing in his face, and wondering if it would ever cease."
Lucille:
"I think father's legs and knees bothered him most of the time. He was always getting them hurt. I can remember seeing him sitting on the lounge [that] Grandfather Rogers made, his face white with pain, and the doctor pulling gauze from an incision he'd made in father 's leg, to rid him of infection or blood poisoning caused by a bruise to the bone."
"... Dad [liked] to have us children go with him on trips to the ranch and to the farm in the Santa Clara fields. Thelma and I would sit in the back of the old white-top buggy with our feet and legs dangling out at the back and going through the creek bed. Dad would trot the horses and we would sing to the top of our voices we were so happy."
"Another thing I remember about father was his love for flowers. On his rides in the hills he would get off his horse and gather wild flowers, that we might enjoy them too. It seemed like we always had a vase of wild flowers in our home. Seemed like Mother liked to place the flowers on the back of our big flour box, so she could see them as she spent a great deal of time in the kitchen."
"When I think of that huge flour box, and how happy Dad and Mother were to get it filled in the fall so would have our winter supply. It brings back lots of happy memories. I remember dad as he emptied the last sacks of flour in the bin, he would push his hat to the back of his head and smile in a strange happy way at us kids."

Mame:
"One of my fondest memories is of my mother reading aloud to us in the evening or Pa singing and telling us of his experiences and Mother knitting with her eyes closed. Many are the times we all went to sleep lying in front of the fireplace and then Pa would carry us all to bed."
Lucille:
"Father said he hated to be so reserved, and wished he could talk more, and let people know just how he felt. I remember many nights I'd hear Father and Mother talking in bed until I would go to sleep. If they every felt like quarreling they didn't do it in front of us children. It was always peaceful and orderly in our home."
"When Mother was killed he really suffered so much. [She died in an automobile accident in 1926.] He said it was terrible to feel her grow cold and stiff in his arms."
Lucille:
"Father was so independent. During the Great Depression many people accepted relief from the government. Father didn't believe in it. He felt like as long as you could work, you should strive to take care of yourself. (He had the same philosophy as Brigham Young.) So he started raising chickens to sell, and he also kept laying hens."
"He died [in 1936] suddenly one evening while doing chores. When they lifted him to bring him into the house his little worn wallet fell from his pocket. In that little purse they found enough money for all his burial clothes. So even to the end he was strong and wise and independent. What a wonderful example for all of us."
Mame:
"... there never was a more humble or sincere man in the world. He never pushed himself forward."
Lucille:
"I've tried to show what a noble and honest person he really was. He loved his family; and Mother and Dad brought much happiness into their home. There were many joyous occasions we shared together."
"In material things our needs were many, nevertheless, we realized they did the best they could for us. Times were hard, and we accepted what they could give us, and were grateful for their sacrifices."
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Children:

Belle Vilate Burgess • 1881-1955
md: George Raymond Hardy

Abram Burgess • 1883-1964
md: Mary Maudeen Whitney

Diantha Burgess • 1885-1910
md: Clifford Sullivan
Diantha died unexpectedly after a miscarriage at age 25

Milton Burgess• 1887-1951
md: Clara Cannon

Mary Burgess • 1889-1978
md: Frank Woodbury Jarvis
md:Chester Louis Skinner

David Burgess • 1891-1955

William Burgess • 1893-1893

Karl Burgess • 1894-1963
md: Laura Elizabeth Owen

Dora Burgess • 1897-1963
md: Levi Empey

Kate Burgess • 1899-1961
md: Vivian Milne

Jane Burgess • 1902-1982
md: Edward Parry Brooks

Thelma Burgess • 1904-1996
md: Alvin Alfred Jones

Lucille Burgess • 1907-2000
md: James Thomas Tegan
md: Delno Avon Smith

See Abram William Burgess part two with obituary, headstone and death certificate here.
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Sources:
Family records held by Cindy Burgess Alldredge

Privately published histories:
"A Short Sketch of My Father: Abram William Burgess" author: Mary (Mame) Burgess Jarvis Skinner
"Our Father - Abram William Burgess"  Lucille Burgess Tegan
"The Life of Jeter Snow 1855-1936" author: Larue Snow Carter

WPA Interview:
"Brief History of Isaac H. Burgess" St. George, Utah -- September 16, 1935


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Related Posts:

Abram William Burgess - part 2
Sarah Jane Rogers Burgess
Children of Abram William and Sarah Jane Rogers Burgess