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Donn Bowman

Donn Seymour Bowman, beloved father, grandfather, great grandfather, Scoutmaster, builder, teacher, and friend, passed away peacefully on Thursday, 2 February 2023, just a week short of his 99th birthday.

Donn was born on 9 February 1924 in Colonia Dublán, one of the Mormon Colonies of Mexico, to Claudious and Jennie Bowman. He was the sixth of their nine children, seven sons and two daughters.

Donn was full of life and fun. He appreciated and loved all his teachers, even though he caused them some grief because he also loved mischief. He, along with his brother Keith, Dan Taylor, and Moroni Abegg, formed a club they called “The Winged Four”. They built and test-piloted model airplanes, using the clubhouse they constructed as a study hall and laboratory for that hobby and many other adventures. They also formed bonds of friendship that lasted for over eighty years.

Donn gave the valedictory address at his eighth-grade graduation and then attended high school at Juarez Stake Academy in Colonia Juarez. He enjoyed the twice daily bus ride from Dublán, singing, laughing, and studying with his friends. He was elected editor of the school newspaper his senior year. His first official date with his future wife, Maurine Lunt, was to their graduation dance in May 1942; he described her as “the most beautiful, vivacious girl in school”.

Donn financed his first two years at Brigham Young University by cutting weeds around campus and working as a night watchman. He was then called as a missionary in the Mexican Mission from 1943 to 1946. Maurine served in the same mission until the summer of 1945. As Donn put it, “The mission rules weren’t broken, just strained a little” while they served in the same area for several months. Later Donn became editor of the mission magazine and other publications. It was at his suggestion that President Arwell Pierce asked President David O. McKay for permission to use the name “Liahona” for the mission magazine. This change became effective with the January 1945 issue. The Liahona was eventually published throughout South America and is now the name of the Church’s worldwide magazine.

When Donn returned to Dublán after his mission, he found Maurine engaged to someone else; but, with encouragement from his father, he won her heart and they married in the Mesa Temple on 26 April 1946. After a summer working at Jacob Lake, they returned to BYU and struggled together as he continued his education. Maurine worked as a waitress and took in boarders, while Donn taught Spanish classes at BYU, worked swing shift at a cast iron pipe company, and sold a one-volume encyclopedia. They had two children before he graduated from BYU in May 1949, majoring in Chemistry with a minor in Zoology.

Having taken pre-med classes, Donn applied to the University of Utah School of Medicine and was accepted as an alternate. With help from family members, he bought a house on First Avenue in Salt Lake City in the same ward as President David O. McKay. They had two more children during their years there. To pay off their loans as well as meet the expenses of a growing family, Donn worked as a laborer in construction, sold and installed tile and formica, and held a job as a chemist.

When Donn’s father was called as President of the Mexican Mission in 1953, he asked Donn and Maurine to sell their home in Utah and move with their four young children to Dublán to live in the family home while he was gone. Donn took over the operation of the flour mill, which had been rebuilt after a fire in 1951. When his father was killed in a car accident in 1958 while traveling on mission business, the move became permanent – but the job wasn’t.

The mill had been sold in 1957, and Donn had turned to construction to make his livelihood. He built up a business that included carpenter, structural iron, and machine shops and a building materials store. He trained men to do plumbing, electrical, and masonry work. He designed and built and/or remodeled most of the homes and swimming pools built in Nuevo Casas Grandes and the Colonies during the next 15 years. His work included partnerships with Church supervisors to build schools, a gymnasium, and new chapels. He planted an orchard out on the flat, which he later sold to his brother Claudius. He and his brother Keith developed a successful cattle ranch out near the lakes.

Tragedy struck when the Bowman pioneer home burned down in 1973, but Donn was always optimistic and positive about life. He and Maurine held a family council with his four youngest children, all born in Mexico and still living at home, and the decision was made to use the insurance money to first build a pool and tennis court and then build a new home.

In the fall of 1969, Donn began teaching at Academia Juarez. For the next 19 years he taught English, American History, and shop classes, including carpentry, auto mechanics, welding, printing, and mechanical drawing. To improve his teaching skills, he attended summer classes at BYU. He worked with the BYU technology department to transfer their outdated equipment to the JSA. Besides shop equipment, he helped acquire a multilith printer and a Veratype machine. He stopped teaching at the end of the 1988 school year.

Donn’s lifetime of service in the Church began soon after he moved to Dublán. He was called as a counselor in the Dublán Ward Bishopric from 1953 to 1956, and again in 1985. He served as a counselor in the Juarez Stake presidency from 1956 through 1968. He was a Gospel Doctrine teacher and Ward YMMIA President, and he and Maurine served as Branch Presidents in Hidalgo from 1978 to 1983.

In addition to these callings, Donn volunteered to be Scoutmaster in 1967 and spent 19 years serving in that capacity for countless young men. He then became stake scout director in 1986 and built up scout troops in every unit of the stake, as well as working with units in Nuevo Casas Grandes and Ciudad Juarez.

Donn and Maurine served a full-time mission together as directors of the Church Visitors Center in Montevideo, Uruguay, from 1989 to 1991. Donn also traveled around the country to encourage implementation of the scouting program there. After returning home, they moved to Mesa, AZ in 1992 to be closer to their children. They served as workers in the Mesa Temple, but loved to return “home” to the Colonies at every opportunity to visit family and friends.

Another trial began in 1995 when Maurine was diagnosed with multiple myeloma, a type of cancer. Her death on 4 January 2002 was a painful loss after 55 years of constant companionship and love, tempered only by the knowledge that they would be together again.

Donn continued to serve in the temple, where he eventually met Nancy Iacoi, whom he married in the Mesa Temple on 19 April 2003. They were able to travel extensively together both before and after serving in the Cochabamba Bolivia Temple Mission from January 2004 to July 2005. Nancy passed away unexpectedly from the effects of a brain hemorrhage, on 25 April 2008 in Scottsdale, AZ.

One benefit of Donn’s call to serve in the Cochabamba Temple was that President Faust set him apart as a temple sealer. This gave him the opportunity later to perform sealings for over 20 of his grandchildren and other family members.

Lonely once again, Donn eventually began dating Dorothy Kalember, whom he married in Scottsdale, AZ on 2 January 2009. They took many trips together, but by August 2012 her battle with dementia was becoming increasingly obvious. Donn continued to care for her in their Scottsdale home until a fall sent him to the hospital for ten days in May 2019 and then to a rehabilitation center for physical therapy. Dorothy was placed in a respite
facility; she never was able to speak after his accident and passed away on 8 June 2019, before he could resume caring for her. Donn moved to the Citadel in July 2019, where he lived until the time of his passing.

Donn was the last surviving member of his immediate family. He was preceded in death by his parents; his brothers Claudius, Bob, Wesley, Keith, Maurice, and Tracy; his sisters Dorothy McClellan and Kathleen Criddle; his three wives, Maurine, Nancy, and Dorothy; his son-in-law Gerald Cardon, and three of his grandchildren, Brett and Rae Dawn Bowman and Donn Carlos Brown.

Donn is survived by his eight children: Marza Cardon; Greg (Kathy) Bowman; Renee (John) Hatch; Dan (Kellie) Bowman; Harold (Alicia) Bowman; Donn (Nancy) Bowman; Roxie (David) Brown; and Rhett (Colleen) Bowman; 42 of his 45 grandchildren; and 118 great grandchildren (with more on the way!). He will be missed by the extended Bowman and Lunt-Taylor families. Many will especially miss his birthday and Christmas cards,
packed with pictures and inspirational messages.

A viewing will be held from 6 to 8 p.m. on Wednesday, 15 February 2023, at the Bunker University Chapel, 3529 E. University Drive, Mesa, AZ. On Thursday morning, 16 February 2023, a viewing will begin at 9 a.m. and services will begin at 10 a.m. at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, located at 4640 E. Holmes Ave.,  Mesa. Interment will be in the Mesa City Cemetery following the services.

Eran Abegg Call

1929 ~ 2018

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

Edward Christian Eyring

Edward Christian Eyring

Edward Christian Eyring

(1868-1959)

I was born in St. George, Utah, May 23, 1868, the second son and fourth child of Henry and Mary Bommeli Eyring. I grew up as most children of the time did. My first remembrance was going with the family to Salt Lake City, to see my first railroad train. On our way home we lost our mules but arrived home safely.

My father went on a mission to Germany and I remember Henry and I in Washington, Utah when I was eight years old. I remember also that I worked for Solon Foster at that age driving a team for ten cents a day and enjoying it very much. At that age my father bought land that gave employment to Henry and me, who worked it. The height of my ambition then was to own six pretty black mules, two wagons and to be a real freighter. Later my ideal was to be a real cowboy, own a ranch and lots of cattle.

I went to school but didn’t like it too well. Yet my father sent me to he Brigham Young Academy in Provo when I was seventeen. I liked better to work with my uncle on a ferry over the Colorado River in the summer. I used to swim in the river, often going down at nights to cool off when the nights were too hot to sleep. We also used to boat ride on the river. Ferrying was fascinating work. One time when the river was high we went over the rapids with a big freight outfit, then we had to tow the boat up the other side of the landing. Uncle was a splendid hand at the ferry business, employing several Indians. One time we went up the river about ten miles and brought back a big raft of wood and railroad timbers. Uncle Daniel, Aunt Ann, cousins Isabel, George, Frank and Alice were the relatives with whom I spent the summer, and who were very kind to me. When I returned to school in the fall, George went with me.

My schooling that winter was cut short, however, for in February, my father needed me to accompany him to Mexico to drive a team. We left St. George for Mexico on February 10, 1887. Father, Aunt Deseret, Annie, Andrew, and I were in the company. Andrew was then only three years of age. We went by way of Price, Scandlens Ferry, Hackberry, Mesa, Tucson, Fort Bowie, San Simon, and La Ascension, arriving in Mexico in April, 1887. We had quite an agreeable trip, traveling in company with Eli Whipple and family. Brother Whipple had hired Joseph Bryner to help him. He was a good friend of mine for we had grown up together. Accordingly, we had good times together hunting as we traveled along. The Indians were periodically bad, and we had one little scare at San Simon, where an Apache raid had taken place about the time we passed.

On arriving at the customs house in La Ascension, we began to learn something of Mexico and the Mexicans. We arrived in Colonia Juarez, all O.K. and settled on the Old Town site two miles below the new town. We commenced at once to fence lots and to get out logs for houses. After one month’s stay in Mexico I started back to the United States in company of Joe Bryner. We went to San Jose on the Mexican Central and from there by rail to EI Paso, Texas. At that time EI Paso was just a little frontier town, with a population of about four thousand people. We went from there into New Mexico and got work on a sawmill where we worked all summer.

The next winter I went back to St. George and went to school. The next spring I went to Arizona and took employment on my Uncle’s cattle ranch at Quail Springs, sixty miles southeast of the Colorado Ferry. I stayed there with my cousin George, our nearest neighbor living ten miles away. Sometimes George would go away and I would be alone for two or three weeks, never seeing a white man in that time and seldom an Indian. I quite enjoyed the ranch work. I liked to practice roping cattle and breaking broncos, and got, I thought, quite proficient. I remained there over a year. I got a lot of good experience there. George was a good cowboy, a good roper, and a good horseman. I learned a good many things, which helped me in the cattle business later on in Mexico.

Father needed to have me come to Mexico at this time to help him in the store. I was twenty-one years old in 1889, and the colonies had begun to be quite prosperous, as I found when I returned. It was splendid grass country, in which cattle and horses did well. While I helped my father in the store I found time to use the money I had saved while working in Colorado to buy up a few ponies and to trade for horses, which I enjoyed. I grew up with a natural love for horses and cattle and dearly loved to work with them.

In 1893, I bought a lot and made preparations for building a home. On October 11, 1893, Caroline Romney and I were married in the Salt Lake Temple. I had proposed to her prior to this time, but it took me two years to convert her father to the idea. However, he finally approved and later paid me a very fine compliment, saying, he thought I was an ideal husband. Caroline and I commenced housekeeping under many obstacles. We had only a straw tick and very little furniture, but we were extremely happy. Our own home was being built and was soon ready for us. Before long we were quite comfortable, considering the times and country.

I continued working in the store for awhile. However, I had a number of horses which I had hired out to the Davis boys who were using them to haul lumber out of the mountains. When the railroading commenced I took my teams out on the railroad grade and worked there until the grading was finished as far as Colonia Dublan. I then stopped working on the grade and sold and traded my teams, getting ready to go on a mission to Germany. My first daughter, Camilla, was born December 7, 1894. We then learned what childbearing meant. I wondered many times that night if I would have a wife or child by morning, but, oh, the joy when we finally succeeded.

I started on my mission the first of October 1897 going with my father and mother to Salt Lake City. When I went out to get in the carriage, I threw my tobacco away and have never tasted it since. If my mission did nothing more for me than that, that alone would be worth it. I have often wondered if I should ever have been able to discontinue its use, had I not gone on my mission. My wife was very brave, never making a complaint while I was away and was able to earn enough to keep me on my mission, but she worked very hard.

I left Salt Lake City with a number of Elders, James Skousen going as far as Liverpool with me, and Walter Romney and Ernest Schutler of Salt Lake City going on to Berne, Switzerland. On our way we visited Chicago, Washington, D.C., Baltimore, and Philadelphia, embarking at the latter place on the S.S. Belganland, a small second class boat. The commencement of the journey was marvelous, sailing down the river, but the next morning the wind had risen and the sea was rolling high. It was not long until we were feeding the fish. Jim was sick almost the whole way over. I soon got better but I never relished my meals. I remember how happy I was when I saw the Irish coast looming up in the distance. We landed at Liverpool, having been thirteen days on the water.

We went by rail to London where we saw the sights for a few days and then started for Berne. I was seasick again crossing the channel. We traveled through France, going to Paris. From Paris, we got on the wrong train. There was no one we could talk to, as the train kept carrying us farther off the track. Finally, at Lyons we were put on the right train, but it is a queer feeling to know you are going wrong and unable to get going right. We arrived safely in Berne, the headquarters of the Swiss and German Mission, where I did some sightseeing. Then I was sent to Mannheim, Germany, where I met my cousin Henry E. Bowman, who was my first missionary companion, and with him I began the study of the German language. After three months Henry was called to Berne to preside there and I was left alone in the branch. I will never forget how lonely I felt, but I got along nicely. I didn’t speak English for three months.

We had a lot of old timers in the branch, who were none too lively in the Faith, but we did the best we could with them. I found there a man in my tracting who afterwards joined the Church and now after thirty years, has just finished a mission to Germany. Our efforts sometimes bear fruits. I remained in Mannheim one year, going from there to [what was called] Frankfort-on-Maine, where I enjoyed my work very much. While laboring in Mannheim I made an excursion trip down the Rhine River to Koln. It is the most beautiful place I have ever seen…cliffs, the castles, vineyards on the steep hillside, all most wonderful. Koln is such an interesting old town. The old Koln dome took six hundred years to construct.

A little later, Brother Schutler and I were sent to Nene Vied on the Rhine to open a branch. There we found it quite difficult to do much because most of the people were Catholic. Three months later we returned to Frankfurt where I remained until I was released. Then I made an extended tour of Germany, Berlin, Dresden and Mannheim. While I was in Mannheim, Henry Bowman and I visited Koburg, my father’S birthplace. We passed through the old town where Martin Luther translated the Bible, and saw the spot on the wall of the old castle where he threw the ink bottle at the devil. We met Aunt Clara in Koburg. She took us all around, showing us the old family home, the cemetery where so many of our people are buried. On my return home we went through Paris, taking in the sights. Then I went to Glasgow, Scotland, which was a very dirty city, the river and docks being simply thick with oil and smoke, from where I embarked for New York City. My homeward journey was better than the one going over, for I was not seasick. I landed in New York and remained there a few days sight-seeing. Going overland, I visited Niagara Falls, Chicago, Kansas City, Independence and El Paso, Texas.

When I arrived home I found my wife better. She was just recovering from a very severe illness. Camilla was then a big girl of five years, and Mary, whom I had never seen, was two years old. I had not known that Mary had been born deaf. I think I never felt so badly in my life over anything. Nevertheless, I felt to praise the Lord that everything was as well as it was. I went back into the store to work, but decided it was too slow and that the cattle business might be better. Accordingly, I secured the job of tending the company pasture and commenced to buy stock in it. I succeeded in getting considerable stock and later, when we decided to separate, I got still more. I traded for the Palo Quemado Ranch of six thousand acres, which we used for our cattle in the summer, moving them back to the Tinaja for the winter. When Dennison E. Harris left, I bought his cattle and pasture interests. Then my cattle interest grew.

When Father died in 1902, Andrew and I continued to run our cattle together. I think the happiest time of my life was when we ran the dairy on the Tinaja, breaking broncos and caring for fat cattle on those green grassy hills. A t that time the colonies were in their best days, everyone was prospering and there were good schools and good times for all.

In 1903, I decided to enter the holy order of plural marriage, so with the help of my wife, I was able to woo my wife’s sister, Emma, and after considerable persuasion, I married her in November of 1903. We then built her a home on the lot joining ours. My idea of plural marriage was strict equality, which I have tried to practice all these years.

In 1905 we moved across the river to be closer to the Juarez Stake Academy, so I bought a number of lots from James C. Peterson and one hundred acres of pasture and land adjoining. There we built two very comfortable homes (brick) and were living very happily together-too much so-for the best good of mortals. I feel now that the twenty-five years of my life spent in Mexico were wonderful indeed. In July 1912, owing to Revolutionary conditions in Mexico, we were forced to move into the United States. At the time of leaving we had not the slightest idea we were making a permanent move. The families going out on the train took only a few necessary articles to last for a couple of weeks when we expected we would return. Most of the men remained in the country to guard the property, but conditions became so unbearable, that we knew sooner or later something terrible would happen. Accordingly, we decided to pack up, just leave everything, and move for the border. This we did, arriving at Hachita and leaving our horses there. From there we went to El Paso where we had sent our families. Even then we could not realize we were not going back.

We remained in El Paso hoping for encouraging signs that we might return. We waited to see how it went with some of the brethren who went in to see how things were. When they were forced to come out again, our hopes wavered. Finally seeing the futility of going back there now, we decided to move to Arizona. We had lived in EI Paso ten months. I moved to Safford, Arizona, and bought the Corder place, going in partnership with Miles A. Romney. This deal soon proved unsatisfactory so I sold out to Miles. By this time I had decided there was no possible chance of returning to Mexico, now or ever, to operate my prosperous business there, and that I had just as well abandon the idea. I tried the livery business as a substitute for a few months but soon saw there was no future in that. So I traded it for the Rogers farm in Pima, and moved my family there. As part of the farm was still brush, it was uphill business getting settled. There was only one two-roomed house on it so we had to pitch tents for part of the family.  Getting a comfortable home built, lands cleared and under cultivation, and still keeping the family fed and clothed, was a superhuman task and one that could not have been possible had not the Lord helped us as we struggled to establish ourselves.

Yet by about 1922 I decided the Pima farm was just too small to sustain my family, and there being a colonizing project under way on the upper Gila, I gave it a try. Taking Emma and family with me, and leaving Eddie who had just returned from a mission, to operate the farm in Pima and care for his mother, we threw in our lot with this company. But after a year of the hardest work, and the heaviest kind of soil to work with and being betrayed by the perfidy of land dealers, we returned to Pima worse off than when we left.

The dividends from the Tinaja property in Mexico proved our salvation. I had traded it off in 1916 for a store in Safford, Arizona which Andrew took part interest in and ran for me. But by trading it for land in Mexico and selling Andrew’s property in Mexico to Miles Romney, we began to see daylight. Eddie had done well with the Pima farm. We still have the farm, the comfortable duplex we built on it and are thankful for getting the mortgage gradually paid off while still keeping all the children in school. I will add that I have recorded only a small part of the deals, trades and monies I made to better our future after the Exodus, for there is not space to record one hundredth part of them.

In 1931 all of my mother’s family met in Mesa and spent three months together doing temple work. Besides our good times together, we were able to do many names, most of them for our own progenitors. Had it not been for the pleadings and encouragement of my brother Henry, who is blind, this gathering would not have taken place, nor this history written. I will close this history by giving my testimony concerning the principle of plural marriage. This will no doubt be obnoxious to some who may read it. Even some of our descendants may wish it had been otherwise. I wish to impress this fact upon the minds of my children: that to discredit the principle of plural marriage is the same as discrediting any other principle of the Mormon doctrine as they all come from the same source. Joseph Smith the Prophet was commanded to establish this principle in the Church. I testify to you that I know my father entered into the principle in full faith of receiving a generous reward from our Heavenly Father for his honest efforts to live it properly. The same can be said of my father-in-law, Miles P. Romney, and I testify to you myself after twenty-eight years’ experience in trying to live it that I know the principle is divine.  Although it is at the present time unlawful both from the Church’s view as well as from the standpoint of the state, I know it was established by God.  Those who have lived it faithfully and well will receive a very enviable reward in the world to come.  We are very thankful that the great government of the United States has granted amnesty to our people, and it is up to us to submit to the laws and to uphold the same. 

Edward Christian Eyring

Stalwarts South of the Border by Nelle Spilsbury Hatch, page 146

Charles Eli McClellan

Charles Eli McClellan

1875-1967

Charles Eli McClellan was the twelfth and last child of William Carroll McClellan and his first wife, Almeda Day. He was born February 8, 1875, in Payson, Utah County, Utah. When he was two his family moved to Sunset, Arizona, and lived under the United Order there four years.

The earliest memories which he has recorded were at Sunset. The family then moved to Forest Dale, Arizona. This was found to be on Indian land, so after only one year they moved on to Pleasanton, New Mexico. At Pleasanton, he recalls, he helped with the family chores and in particular with the removal of unending rocks and weeds from the garden. Here he also attended a one-room school and received the beginnings of his lifelong education.

At the age of ten, Charles Eli McClellan and his family migrated to Mexico which was to be his home for the next twenty-seven years. Here he added to his meager education in a larger school with a better building and more teachers. He learned rapidly and became a foremost student of Dennison E. Harris. Having mastered the fundamentals he was asked to teach and in the spring of 1895, at the age of twenty, he began teaching grade school in Colonia Juarez. This opened a new life for him and inspired a teaching career.

Before the year was out, he had learned much about discipline, individual differences and the common sense approach to problems. He also realized that further education for himself was imperative. So he attended Brigham Young Academy in Provo the following year and then in the fall of 1897 Charles Eli McClellan was called to serve a mission in Colorado in the newly established Western States Mission.

Charles Eli McClellan served there without purse or script for two and one-half years and was released in the spring of 1900. On April 11, 1900, he and Josephine Haws were married in the Salt Lake Temple. She was the first child of George Martin Haws and his first wife, Josephine Cluff, who had lived in Mexico since 1891. Charles began teaching at the Juarez Stake Academy in the fall of 1900 and taught there continuously until the summer of 1912.

During these years he was in charge of the English department and taught kindred subjects the entire time. For the first three years, he was a student as well, for he had not yet graduated from high school. In 1903 he and Franklin S. Harris were formally graduated from an accredited four-year high school course at the Juarez Stake Academy.

His love for oral English and his admiration for classical use of words brought deep appreciation of language to the minds of those he taught. His precise diction made him exemplary and his approach to the mastery of fundamentals was effective and stimulating.

He developed in himself an advanced philosophy of education and psychology. He put human welfare as the final goal and held that any course failing to build integrity and character was only partially achieving its objective. From the outset, he looked past the subject material to the pupil, and recognized each as being important and distinct from any other individual. This was a basic tenet throughout his lifetime of teaching. He looked for the good in every pupil. His task was not done when the class was finished. Through personal contact he set more than one pair of feet on the path of better living and greater self-realization.

Charles Eli McClellan recognized that people learn faster when they are interested and was brave enough to break away from traditional teaching procedures. One of his novel plans has been used in countless ways since he introduced it.  He had pupils write to pupils of other English classes in far away places, using, of course, clear and correct English. Replies came from Florida, Maine, Michigan and other parts of the United States as well as from islands of the seas. They contained choice descriptions of the localities from which they had been written as well as interesting information about the writers. The natural result was an aroused interest in composition, letter writing and descriptive language.

Eventually specimens of the flora and fauna of various regions were exchanged which became the beginning of a school museum. Mining men donated various mineral specimens in their various steps of refinement. A room was fitted with shelves, tables and stands for the various displays. Arrows gathered by President Ivins from the body of the Apache Kid were added and taxidermists, both local and foreign, stuffed and mounted birds and animals. Bottles were filled with rare reptiles from local and foreign places, carefully preserved in alcohol. The outcome of the freshman English class project was the establishment of an enviable high school museum.

Though always busy with school activities, Charles Eli McClellan was equally immersed in church activities. Soon after his return to the colonies from his mission, he was called by Bishop Joseph C. Bentley to be the Superintendent of the Sunday School. At the same time, in the years 1902-1905, he taught a Stake training class for missionaries. This course was instigated by examining boards and the Seven Presidents of the Seventies. Those who enrolled in it were expected to make the same sacrifices to master its fundamentals and complete the course that a real mission would require. In addition to Gospel principles, lectures treating problems incident to missionary life were added by faculty members, Mission Presidents, returned Elders, and Church and Stake Authorities.

After four years he was called to be a Counselor to Bishop Bentley where he served for four additional years. In his final four years in Mexico he served as Second Counselor to President Junius Romney during the years leading up to the Exodus in 1912.

Even with all of his regular duties and callings he found time to promote extra-curricular activities for the students. Story telling, public speaking, and debating were all outcomes of his oral English classes and provided many school and evening programs, giving at the same experience and personal growth to the participating students.

He also fostered dramatics for both the school and the Ward auxiliaries. He carried on the work started by Miles P. Romney. He directed plays, promoted school dramas and provided school and community with theatrical events several times a year. The events ranged from light comedy to Shakespearean productions. On occasion he participated in as well as directed a play. He loved this activity and was particularly pleased by the training and development it brought to the participants. His was a dynamic means of teaching the dramatic arts while entertaining and having fun.

The Mexico years were exciting but also brought great sorrow. During this time Charles and Josephine became the parents of six children, four girls and two boys. But they were grief-stricken during the final four and one-half years as they stood helplessly by as death took two of the girls and both of the boys. This may have precipitated a return to the United States.

In the summer of 1912 Charles Eli McClellan returned to Provo, with his family, to  continue his studies at Brigham Young University. When the Exodus occurred at the end of July, 1912, he went from Provo to El Paso to see how the refugees from the colonies were faring. He went down into the colonies to evaluate the situation relative to possible return of the colonists. He reported to Church Authorities that he could see nothing to assure the safety of a return at that time. He then returned to Provo and completed his B.A. degree in 1914.

While Charles Eli McClellan was in school another son was born. After graduation Charles became Superintendent for one year of the Independent School District in Rigby, Idaho. This was followed by two years as President of the Hinckley Academy, in Hinckley, Utah. While there, they were blessed with two more sons. They then returned to Rigby where Charles was Superintendent of Schools for the years 1918-1921.

In 1921 they moved to Logan, where Charles was a student and part-time instructor at Utah Agricultural College, later to become Utah State University. In 1923 he received a Master’s Degree there and became a full-time teacher. Soon after, in 1924, their last child, a boy, was born.  This was their first child to be born in a hospital.

With interruptions for graduate study at Stanford and Columbia, he taught continuously at Utah State, advancing to Full Professor. He served one year as Acting Dean of the School of Education. He was the prime mover behind the establishment of a school for teacher training. He officially retired in 1945 but continued to teach part-time for several years thereafter.

His teaching at Utah State was characterized by a basic philosophy developed in his early years of teaching at Juarez Stake Academy. Always he put the needs of the student as an individual ahead of the course material and inculcated this philosophy into many of the hundreds of teachers and teachers-to-be who came under his influence. Many students have commented that in his classes, as in none other, they were encouraged to really develop their thinking abilities.

While teaching and well into his retirement years, he was active in church and community affairs. After retirement, Charles and Josie, as he called her, remained in their home in Logan where he enjoyed life as a Professor Emeritus and in 1959 he was presented with the University’s Distinguished Service Award. Josephine continued to extend her great love for children and was known affectionately as “grandma” to all of the little ones in the neighborhood. Failing health finally took her life in 1959 at the age of eighty-one.

A year later Charles married a widow, Mae McAllister, who had been a fellow teacher at Juarez Stake Academy fifty years earlier. She passed away in 1966 and Charles died in the fall of 1967 at the age of ninety-two.

Cyril E. McClellan, son

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Franklin Stewart Harris

 

Franklin Stewart Harris

1884 – 1960

Details of activities and achievement of this illustrious educator, administrator, and ambassador of goodwill need no repetition. But mention of them assures him a place among the stalwarts of the Mormon colonies in Mexico. His heritage, his natural adaptabilities as well as his basic potentialities assure him this claim.

Franklin S. Harris was born into a family of educators. His father and mother, Dennison Emer and Eunice Stewart Harris were both students of Karl G. Maeser. They met and marr ied while attending Brigham Young Academy. Both did competent work in the schoolroom before and after marriage, first in the Nebo District in Utah and later in the pre-Juarez Stake Academy days in Colonia Juarez.

Frank, their second son, was born in Benjamin, Utah, August 27, 1884 and was but five years of age when his parents joined their educational efforts with the struggling settlers of Colonia Juarez. They were a vital part of the community life until Frank was nineteen years of age. His growing-up days afforded experiences that laid a firm foundation for his future greatness. Being a grandson of sturdy pioneers on both sides of the family, he was richly endowed with resourcefulness, endurance, an abiding faith in God, and a consuming desire to qualify for whatever life had to offer. Many of his future positions of trust stemmed from lessons learned in these early years.

Frail and delicate in health during his childhood years, he would sit much of his time, looking at pictures in a book and holding a pet. His love for good books and his later ability to author several important textbooks had their beginnings in these early years. What he read from them made a profound impression on his life. No matter where his travels took him in later life, he never bypassed a library building nor failed to browse through its aisles to leaf through its. most appealing volumes. “I like the feel of a good book in my hand,” was his usual comment at the end of these visits.

From this came his wide reading habits, his ability to assimilate information, to classify and use it to make him an authority on many vital questions. The value of good books and voluminous reference material geared his promotion of adequate library facilities in every university he headed, and filled them with books containing information in all fields.

As a boy Franklin S. Harris was taught the Spanish language in school, and was provided with infinite opportunities to use it in free conversation with natives of Mexico, working, playing and later doing business with them. This made it easy to love those of another race, to respect their customs and way of life. From this he found that mastering one foreign language was an open sesame to the fundamentals of another and being able to understand a foreign people. Growing up on a foreign frontier, he worked for what he had, or went without. From his first job, clerking in his father’s store, he learned to hand Ie money, to be strict in accounting for what passed through his hands. Later as an administrator of large universities, where he had to handle great sums of money, these fundamentals helped. Riding the range and rounding up cattle to preserve and build up a good herd gave him genuine respect for a good mount. He never outgrew his love for a faithful horse, nor lost his enjoyment of the feeling of a sturdy, dependable animal under him.

His interest in food preservation originated in Mexico also. Until a cannery, in which he worked, was instituted, the only means of enjoyment of fruits and vegetables the year-round was through drying apples, peaches, grapes, green corn and squash. The only means of keeping pork, beef and butter for year-round consumption was in preserving it in brine or dry salt.

Through his continued interest in this subject, he became chairman of the United National Food and Agricultural Association of Greece in 1946 where his findings were of international benefit.

In his evening strolls from home on star lit nights, study of the stars and other heavenly bodies became a favorite pastime. He often said, “No place in the world stars seem so close and friendly” as he found them on these strolls. He came to know many of the common constellations. At an early age he could talk understandingly of heavenly bodies and impart his awe and amazement of the perfect order in the universe. On one of his trips through the deserts in Iran, his group had been following the tracks of a truck, for there was no road. When the truck tracks disappeared, everyone had a different idea about which way they should go. Frank quietly said,

“We will sit and wait until it is dark. Then I can tell you by the stars the direction we should take.”

Frank was an independent thinker and worked out his own problems, never asking for help until he had done all he could for himself. He also learned the value of time, and was always willing to do his share of work. These stable qualities contributed immensely to his future success.

With the coming of Guy C. Wilson to Colonia Juarez in 1897, Frank’s school life took on more purpose. He was just ready to enter his freshman year. This was a privilege made possible after only ten years of settlement.

Ordinarily high school privileges were not possible in so short a time, and Frank was not slow in realizing this opportunity as an outlet to his ambitions. He was primed to be fed educationally by this dynamic Utah-trained educator and to digest his teachings. Under Professor Wilson’s stimulating direction, learning-hungry Frank went fast. Quoting his brother, we read:

Education was not the only manifestation of quality among these resourceful pioneers. Though poor in material things they were rich in aspirations of the cultural and spiritual attainments. Mediocrity and the shoddy were looked upon with disfavor, while excellence and high quality were sought. As early as the 1890s many cultural achievements were manifest. A band under the direction of German-trained John J. Walser was organized in which Frank played the cornet. Local dramatics and musical presentations were of a high order. A well-trained Ward choir directed by Walser enriched the weekly Sacrament meetings in which Frank sang a tenor part. Intense interest in these cultural activities were developed in Frank.

His reward was the cultural uplift such things gave to his life. Frank also was influenced by the missionary system that, in spite of poor conditions, sent several missionaries a year to all parts of the world. In this atmosphere, Frank passed through four years of high school and graduated in May 1903. His appetite for learning had been whetted so that nothing but a college degree could be considered. Three months after his graduation from high school, he enrolled in the Brigham Young University to begin a brilliant career. He was primed and readied for a dedicated life by taking seriously what his mother had often repeated: “Preparation is the key that opens the door of opportunity.”

Franklin S. Harris returned to Colonia Juarez after one year at the Brigham Young University to be a fellow teacher with Guy C. Wilson, and proved by the efficient way he opened scientific doors to students so inclined, that the torch Professor Wilson had lit for him was being passed on to others still burning. His father moved his family from Colonia Juarez that year, 1904, to a farm near Cardston, Canada. So the community in which he had grown up saw him no more as a resident. During college years he met and married Estella Spilsbury, daughter of Moroni and Rosalie Haight Spilsbury of Toquerville, Utah. The marriage began a long, happy fruitful life together and was solemnized in the Salt Lake Temple June 8, 1908. Together they reared six children, all of whom do honor to his name, one of them being the well-known columnist for the Improvement Era, where for twenty-five years approximately he shared his scientific findings under the title, “Exploring the Universe.” All are graduates, even Estella, of the Brigham Young University.

Franklin S. Harris received his Bachelor Degree from the Brigham Young University in 1907 and his Ph.D. in soil sciences, chemistry and plant physiology from Cornell University at Ithaca, New York in 1911. Less than ten years later he was appointed President of the Brigham Young University. He was then thirty-six years old. Because of his doctorate, his training under Dr. Widtsoe, his teaching at the Agricultural College in Logan and his magnetic personality, he was rated the best man in the State of Utah for the position. His twenty-four years of service proved this to be no exaggeration. His fame as an agronomist was worldwide, and his textbooks are yet in demand.

In one year Franklin S. Harris increased the enrollment from 425 to 800, and in twenty-four years to more than 3000. There was only one college within the university, education, when he began. “Not everyone who enters the BYU wants to be a teacher,” he reasoned. “There must be other departments added for training in other fields.” Five more colleges were added in less than four years: the College of Arts and Sciences; the College of Applied Science; the College of Commerce; and finally, the College of Fine Arts.

Later a Graduate School and Extension Division were added. His annual budget was less than 5 percent of what other universities were receiving. Yet with his ability to stretch dollars and make every penny do maximum service, and by insisting that every department stay within its budget, he saved enough to buy property on “Temple Hill” for an expanded BYU campus, and began the fabulous building program that still is in progress.

The Maeser Memorial was the only building on the upper campus. To it were added seven more buildings: The Heber J. Grant Library in 1925; the Stadium in 1929; the Brimhall Building in 1935; the Stadium House in 1936; the dormitories, Allen Hall for men and Amanda Knight Hall for women in 1938; and the Joseph Smith Memorial building. The J. Reuben Clark Library replaced the Heber J. Grant Library in 1963. The George A. Smith Field House was added to the Stadium about the same time. And vision of what has since been accomplished building-wise was in mind.

As his school expanded, his popularity with teachers and students grew. He was friendly and helpful and his office door stood open always for free entrance of students or teachers with problems to discuss. This easy accessibility to his office made Franklin S. Harris personally acquainted with many students and teachers. He could call more of them by their first name than any other administrator on campus. He curtailed the fraternity system extensively, viewing it as a detriment to academic attainment, and as insufficiently democratic. He controlled his students by giving them just one rule to follow, which was: “Make every thought and act of your life while attending the Brigham Young University square with the teachings of the Gospel of Jesus Christ.” He set the example and required faculty members to do the same.

While Franklin S. Harris was changing the Brigham Young University from a small unknown college into a renowned institution of learning, he was filling other assignments of a world-wide nature. In 1929 he was chairman of an American Commission to travel to the Soviet Union to observe the living conditions of the Jewish people. After traveling through parts of Europe and European Russia his commission went to Eastern Siberia to explore the agricultural possibilities of land which was thought to be a suitable place for Jewish colonization. Franklin S. Harris reported his findings to Jewish leaders in Europe and his descriptions of various colonization projects were welcomed by influential American Jews. In 1939 Franklin S. Harris served a year as agricultural advisor to the Shah of Persia. Sometime later he returned to set up a workable four-point program. He later returned to Persia (now Iran) again in 1952, after he left the Brigham Young University and was President of the Utah Agricultural College in Logan, Utah. Even after his retirement in 1950, he undertook similar missions. He raised the standards of production, improved methods, and made lasting friends from His Majesty the Shah to the lowliest workman. His reputation as an agricultural advisor never suffered a decline.

His appointment to become President of the Utah State Agricultural College caused deep regret in the separation from his beloved BYU, but he entered his new duties in the fall of 1945. Franklin S. Harris held this position until the spring of 1950, and remained President Emeritus of this institution until he died. Death marked the passing of a remarkable educator, a lover of mankind and a world-wide benefactor. He died April 18, 1960 and was laid to rest in the Salt Lake City cemetery. He was mourned and revered by his family and legions of friends. His funeral service was held in the Assembly Hall on Temple Square, Salt Lake City and his memorial services were held in the George Albert Smith Field House on the campus of his beloved Brigham Young University in Provo, Utah, May 23, 1960.

In 1962, a lasting memorial for Franklin S. Harris was planned and in 1965 BYU’s largest academic building, the Franklin S. Harris Fine Arts Center was dedicated. It is a structure that dramatically perpetuates his love of the Fine Arts, his appreciation of the culture that produced it and his dedication to the promotion of a keener appreciation of the beauty of art.

The building, while perpetuating the memory of a revered founder, is truly an art center, a sight-lifter for all who enter and a cultural uplift to the campus. It is also a reminder of one who enriched life and added beauty to that of others.

Nelle Spilsbury Hatch

Stalwarts South of the Border, by Nelle Spilsbury Hatch

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Junius Romney

Junius Romney

1878-1971

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Joseph Romney, grandson

Stalwarts South of the Border, Nelle Spilsbury Hatch

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Miles Park Romney

Miles Park Romney

1843 – 1904

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ethel Romney Peterson, daughter

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Samuel Edwin McClellan

Samuel Edwin McClellan

1867-1957

Samuel Edwin McClellan was born July 23, 1867, in Payson, Utah and was ten years old when his father, William C. McClellan, accepted a call to settle Sunset, Arizona.

He was old enough to remember his school days in Payson and his teacher, Annie Ride, who was again his teacher in Colonia Juarez, Mexico, as the wife of Dennison E. Harris.  Other memories of life in relatively prosperous and fast growing Payson lingered.  He remembered with pride the reputation his father earned as a builder and as town councilman; how hard it was for William C. to sell out, because the Payson people wanted the man to stay more than they wanted to buy his property; that when he did sell, four wagons were required to carry his household goods and merchandise with six yoke of oxen, and a team to hitch to a light wagon to transport the family.  Ed remembered riding a horse and driving the loose stock until he got a saddle boil after which he walked and drove them until the boil healed.  From September 24 to November 20, 1877, he had the excitement of seeing a new country, then, the anxieties of poor feed for animals most of the time, frequent dry camps because the water holes were far apart, straying animals to look for and delays until they were found, and always rough, jolting roads.

It was still new country when Sunset was reached, where a new life awaited them.  Five years in the United Order taught all the participants many things.  The McClellans ate at the “Big Table” and were absorbed into the communal family plan that kept food supplied and prepared. Ed, along with other boys, hoed the corn, cane, and turnips, peeled peaches in the cannery, did chores about the sawmill and between times went to school.  He learned to be self-reliant, trustworthy, capable, and cooperative, sometimes the hard way.  His formal schooling was scattered from Payson to Sunset, to Pleasanton, to Colonia Juarez, a few snatches in the winter months between demands of work about the home or in the fields.  This ended in his early teens, but he didn’t stop learning.  With an alert mind and a love of reading, he gained wisdom and knowledge to compensate for the lack of formal school work.  Later, when his father again became a building contractor in Colonia Juarez and pressed his son into service, Ed found his life’s work.  He liked to make things, and the hum of the saw was music to his ears as it ripped through lumber.  He was intrigued by the possibilities of the carpenter’s steel square and he took pride in making his work strong and true and expressive of the builder he longed to be. He soon learned, however, that there was more to building than measuring lengths of lumber or squaring timbers and he sought to learn more of the art of planning and blueprinting as the initial step in building.  He found his help in a correspondence course to which he zealously subscribed and studied.  By the time he had mastered the rudiments of his craft, there were amply opportunities in the furniture factory.  It was while working here that he lost a finger to one of the power machines.

His first major engineering and construction job was given him by Anthony W. Ivins, the new Stake President.  This was a wagon bridge across the Piedras Verdes River.  Before the days of steel and cement girders such a project was a real challenge.  Ed drew up plans for the bridge as he imagined it should be and set to work.  Stones for the piers were cut and sized at the quarry and hauled in ready to use.  While excavating for the solid foundation, unexpected difficulties arose.  Underground water filled the holes as fast as the men could throw out the sand and gravel.  An extra force of men set to bail the water and a “Chinese Pump” were to no avail.   The excavation remained a well of water and flouted continuous attempts to lay the foundation stones.  Discouraged and exhausted, the men quit.

In desperation, Ed searched his correspondence course for possible help.  There he read how lumber and been used successfully in masonry construction.  Although nothing was said of using lumber for underwater construction, he decided to try it.  He remembered that embedded planks in a wooden turbine he had recently dug up at the powerhouse were in a perfect state of preservation after years of lying in the damp soil of the riverbed.  He devised a heavy plank platform on the water.  On this, the layer of stone was added.  This procedure continued until the stone-covered platform settled squarely in the bottom of the hole.  On this foundation, the pillar could be built up to the desired height.  During the 75 years of constant use, these pillars have stood firm against heavy flood water hurled against them each year.  They still stand firm as a mute tribute to a young, imaginative builder.  When a new bridge to match the new highway was built, these same pillars designed by Samuel Edwin McClellan were used.

Growing prestige as a master builder established Ed as an authority on building problems.  This along with genuine integrity made him good teaching material.    Superintendent and principal Guy C. Wilson was quick to see this and made a position for Ed in the school system.  In 1902, an appropriation was made to create a manual training department for the Juarez Academy designed to give both boys and girls a foundation in manual training.  Ed was given charge of the department.  His first shop-laboratory was the little brick building on the Bailey lot adjacent to the old Academy building and later, a .umber structure on the grounds of the present site of the Academy.

For ten years before the Exodus of 1912 and form many years afterward, Ed passed his craftsmanship on to young people. In addition to a good foundation in woodwork, mechanical drawing and use of the steel square, Ed dispensed lessons from his life on the frontier which had made him resourceful, honest, and forthright.  Students learned that it was professionally sound to be dependable and important to do good, honest, work.

On the heels of this first major assignment, President Ivins gave Ed a second job, acceptance of which was a turning point in his life.  The job was to construct a new Academy building.  Ed considered it a staggering responsibility.  He wrote to teachers of his correspondence courses for blueprint help.  They, sensing the dimensions of the job and regarding Ed as a mere student, offered to take it off his hands and do the job for a price.  President Ivins, before accepting such an offer, requested Ed to draw up the plans for both the first and second stories for consideration of the Board of Education.  Since Ed knew the needs better than anyone else, President Ivins was confident that he would building best what they needed.  For long hours, Ed poured over plans which gradually took shape.  When a pencil sketch was made to his satisfaction, he presented it to Superintendent Wilson and the Board of Education.  The plan was complete with specifications for number and size of classrooms, for stairways, windows, doors and scale drawing of the building.

The plan was accepted and cornerstone laid in January, 1904, and the building completed for school opening time in 1905.  Ed kept on teaching his classes but supervised every detail of construction, not only directing the workmen but in off duty hours doing a large share himself.  Not a detail was neglected, not a school need was overlooked and the end result was a building with large, ample space and well lighted classrooms, a study hall, a library, a principal’s private office, as well as appropriate entrance halls, laboratories, a stage for dramatic productions, an assembly hall, and a building for multiple services.  The assembly hall was especially impressive with a stage at one end.  Equipped with scenery and stage properties, it was suitable for presenting plays, operas, and similar performances.  With chairs and tables in place, the Church Authorities could preside over conferences, the faculty over assembly programs.  Under the stage could be stored the extra benches needed when a dance was to take place.

The building answered the social and educational needs of the community for more than a half-century.  It enjoyed a charmed life during the Revolutionary years, left completely unharmed in any way, and still stands a monument to its builder.

The third major building job for Ed was the El Paso, Texas, Mormon chapel.  Church architects prepared the plans after Ed and Bishop Arwell L. Pierce had inspected many chapels in the Southwest, studying their plans and costs.  But Ed was given a free hand in using his own judgment to improve the building.  Construction occurred at a time when materials were subject to many restrictions.  Ed gave one-third of his wages as a contribution to the chapel building fund.  With the loyal and resourceful support of Bishop Pierce and his Ward in maintaining high standards, notwithstanding great scarcity and panic through the calamity of a bank closing, the building was completed.  When completed it drew the admiration and praise of the church building committee and local builders.  Ed’s picture was afterwards placedin the finished chapel and he was given credit publicly. 

In 1891, at the age of 25, Samuel Edwin McClellan married Bertha Lewis who had come to Mexico to visit her sister, Mrs. Peter McBride.  Mrs. McBride, incidentally, was one of the first LDS women to cross the border when the colonies were first settled.  Over the 64 years of their married life, Bertha stood by his side as a true helpmate and bore him 12 children. Her third baby was still young when she assumed responsibility for the family so that he husband could go on a mission to the United States.  By her own thrifty hands and sale of eggs, butter, and fruit, she maintained her family and her missionary husband.

Ed’s activities in church, civic and social affairs fo the town are still another story.  He served as an officer in Priesthood Quorums and Church auxiliaries, as a teacher, as Bishop’s Counselor, and as a member of the High Council.  His sound judgment and discernment in times of crisis as well as tranquility were highly valued.

Ed’s early continued practice of reading prepared him to share his storehouse of information and to have unusual insight concerning international events, including American involvement abroad.  His own love of freedom made him especially sympathetic to the struggles of people in countries not so free as his own.

Later in life when confined to his bed, Ed expressed his sentiments:

Lying in bed my mind goes round the world, picturing country after country, the people in them and conditions under which they live.  It lingers longest in those satellite countries where the poor people can’t call their souls their own and I think how blest I am to be in a comfortable bed in my own home, with all I need within reach of my hand, surrounded by loved ones and friends who are free to come and go as they wish.  How thankful I am in that freedom for me and my loved ones has been won by patriots who knew its worth.

Ed sang in the first town choir, played in the first band, was a member of the first dramatic association, and played on the first baseball nine.  In choir, Ed’s bass voice was a pleasing support. When amateur operas or dramatic productions were presented, he was usually cast in one of the principal roles.  Old-timers would remember best his interpretation of King Ahasuerus in the opera Queen Esther, and his sympathetic portrayal of “Uncle Tom.”  In both, he justified the choice of the director.

In the band he played the baritone horn.  His was significant part in every band concert, every band-wagon serenade, welcomes to visiting governors, farewells to missionaries, and when the band just played at the band stand in the town park.  Music was in his soul as craftsmanship was in his hand.  Yet, when a call to a Church mission came, he sold his horn and his tools for money to take him to his field of labor.  He trusted to Providence that they would be replaced when he returned.

His deep interest in baseball was in reverse proportion to his smallness in stature.  He became an excellent catcher and long after he served well on the town team he retained a lively interest in the game.  This love for baseball kept him pouring over results of the World Series as reported in newspapers and radio.  He studied the strategy of big league managers and recorded in his memory the names and capabilities of the players occupying the headlines in the news, keeping track of wins and losses of all.  Seated in his armchair before the radio while the World Series was in progress with the newspaper on his knee, he kept up to the minute with the game’s progress.  “This year was the greatest puzzle of them all,” he said chuckling.  “Seven games that looked like any one of them could end the series, where non one scored until the 10th inning, and where the Yanks beat the Dodgers 8-0.”  This excitement as he approached his 90th year.

Dancing was a favorite pastime with Ed.  During his young manhood, he danced nothing but the quadrille and kindred folk dances.  The waltz and other forms of “arm around the waist” dancing were barred by ruling of the Church.  Ed still danced the quadrille wholeheartedly and became a foremost “pigeon wing cutter” as well as expert dance caller.  He prepared the calls one by one and then added a spice and variety to the dance by his frequent introduction of new formations.

In his last years, years of physical infirmity, he remarked, “I think of everyone who has ever lived in this town, remember my work with many of them, feel sorry for those who were unfortunate and feel glad for those who attained success.”

He died of cancer, July 27, 1957 and was buried in the west cemetery of Colonia Juarez.  Twelve children, eight girls, and four boys, survived him.  They and the still standing structures of his superior workmanship are monuments to his active and productive life.  He fills a unique and respected niche in the history of Colonia Juarez and may rightfully be regarded as one of the colonizers who was responsible for promoting high quality performances in every field of human endeavor.

Nelle Spilsbury Hatch

Stalwarts South of the Border, page 432

 

 

 

 

Adelbert Augustine Taylor

Adelbert Augustine Taylor

1883-1938

Adelbert Augustine Taylor was born April 9, 1883, in Springerville, Arizona.  In the spring of 1881, Adelbert’s father, Earnest Leander Taylor and his mother, mary Magdalene, with two young sons, Guy, nine, and Alonzo, three years of age, moved to Springerville from Santaquin, Utah.

Earnest Leander (or E.L. as he was called) had married a plural wife, Hannah Skousen, in April 1884, and soon thereafter, because of increasing prosecution of polygamists in the Mormon Church, E.L., with his new bride, during the 125 emigrants in the expedition to Mexico to establish colonies to escape the harassment they were undergoing.

After establishing residence in Mexico, E.L. returned to Arizona and moved his wife Mary and her five children to Colonia Juarez, Chihuahua. There Adelbert, the fourth of 12 children born to E.L. and Mary, grew up.

His younger sister, Flora, recounted some of the details of Adelbert’s early life in Colonia Juarez. He recalled that he was a terrible tease, and somewhat of the show-off, a regular Don Juan. He dressed nicely and always had a way with the ladies. Adelbert or Delbert, as he was called through his life, detested his middle name, Augustine, and when Flora divulged it to his girlfriend, Lucille Robinson, whom he later married, she received quite a “licking.”

Adelbert Augustine Taylor attended the elementary or grade school, finished the eighth grade enrolled in the Juarez Stake Academy. He attended intermittently during his late teens years, as he helped his father and older brothers, Guy and Alonzo, in their cattle business. They bought cattle for ranches in northern Mexico, and ship them to the Omaha in Kansas City stockyards. 1902, Delbert, his father and brother going, together with his uncle Pete Skousen and his two sons, went to Raymond, Alberta, Canada, where they purchased to large wheat farms. For two years, the crops were good and they made a lot of money. There in a severe drought came and a hailstorm ruined a good crop of wheat just before it was ready to harvest. Delbert’s sister, Lydia, and her husband, George Redd, went to Canada and worked on the forms for a while, then disposed of all their holdings in Canada and move back to Mexico.

Adelbert Augustine Taylor graduated from the Juarez Stake Academy in 1906. He was a good student, popular, and played the trombone in the Academy band. Soon after his graduation he was called on a mission to Germany. On his return his sweetheart, Lucille Robinson from Colonia Dublan, met him in Salt Lake City and they were married in the Salt Lake Temple on February 10, 1910.

Delbert and Lucille made their home in Colonia Dublan where he principal of the elementary school. His sister, Flora, moved down from Colonia Juarez, lived in their home, and taught the second grade in the Dublan school for a year.

As the business interests of Delbert’s father began driving and expanding, Delbert was taken in as a junior partner, and soon their enterprises included a tannery where hides were processed and fine grades of leather products such a saddles, harnesses, shoes, etc. were manufactured. Delbert’s mission experiences enhanced his ability to relate well with people. He found markets for the company’s products and made deals for needed capital to make carload purchases of cattle hides.

After the Exodus of the Mormon colonists, the Taylor Brothers Company expanded its enterprises, and invested in mining and oil stocks in the states of Guanajuato, Veracruz, and Coahuila. Delbert spent a great deal of time in Mexico City promoting the sale of mining stock which yielded a 25% profit. He was a good salesman and made several trips to California and other parts of the United States and Mexico. However, some of the mining stock proved to be of little value.

In 1920, Delbert and his brother, A.L. dissolved their partnership with their brother Harvey, who retained the flour mills and farms near Colonia Dublan. After liquidating other properties in Chihuahua in El Paso, A. L. and Delbert bought property in the state of Nayarit unless there was a small mine which produced gold and silver ore.

A.L.’s son, Leander, went to the ranch and helped construct the mill for grinding ore. After several years, A.L. And Delbert divided their properties and a nephew, Gene Taylor, joined them working on Delbert’s ranch at San Felipe there is a small village on the ranch supplied sufficient labor to cultivating harvest the many types of crops grown in that area, such as corn, Chile, coffee, beans, mangoes, papayas and other tropical fruits.

In December 1938, A.L. was ambushed, shot and killed by several Mexicans as he was returning from Delbert’s ranch. Delbert’s health deteriorated as he was suffering from a liver ailment. The situation on the ranch became rather volatile. Leander and Gene returned to Sonora and Arizona, where Gene was reunited with his family. Shortly after A.L.’s death, Delbert died on the ranch at San Felipe they and was buried there.

Delbert’s wife, Lucille Taylor, is still alive in 1985 at 96 years of age and living in Colonia Dublan. She and her husband were parents of five children: Arnold, who died in his youth, John Bennion, Ruth, Vilda and Adelbert.

Stalwarts South of the Border, Nelle Spilsbury Hatch page 657

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