Ben Ch 3

BEN missed his little wagon, of course; and he had his moments of sorrow over it. What natural boy would not? But he did not find much time during the busy days that had come to Nauvoo to grieve about the loss; for he and every other healthy lad in that town had to help all they could through the testing years of 1844 and 1845. Yet, in spite of little duties placed on young shoulders, these Nauvoo boys managed to find their fun, and to get close to some exciting events that were making history during these troublous times.

One event that impressed him deeply happened shortly after he had come to live in Nauvoo-the martyrdom of Joseph and Hyrum Smith. Though only just seven, Ben never forgot the day the bodies of these great men were brought to the city. Still too young to realize what it all meant, he had followed with other boys the draped carriage down to the Mansion House, and gazed with childlike curiosity on the gathering crowd of grief-stricken people. Later he listened to the men in the wagon shop telling how a mob had killed the Prophet and his brother, Hyrum. While he did not understand the inner meaning of what they said about this wicked deed, he did carry in his heart ever afterwards a hatred of mobs and the mob spirit.

Grandfather and Grandmother White, with whom Ben stayed for several days after this tragedy, helped him to know more of Joseph Smith as a boy. They were neighbors of the Smith family in old Vermont.

"Yes, I knew Joseph and Hyrum just like my own boys," Grandfather said. "They lived up the road a piece from us, not far from Sharon. And they were mighty fine boys, too; always helped their father and mother and other folks."

"That's right, Henry," added Grandmother White; "many's the time Joseph would do errands for me when his mother sent him to the village. He was cheery about it, too. I can hear his merry whistle now as I think about the boy."

"He was a plucky young fellow," remarked Grandfather; "you remember that time, Rebecca, when he almost lost his leg from blood poison."

"Course I do," said Grandmother; "his mother has told me about it many times."

"Tell me about it," spoke up little Ben. "Well, once after Joseph had a fever," Grandmother began, "it seemed to settle in one of his legs. This swelled so terribly that they called for a doctor; but in spite of all he did, the leg grew worse. Other doctors were called. They finally said that the leg must be cut off or the boy would die.

"Mother Smith just wouldn't think of this. She begged the doctors to cut in deeper to get out the poisonous matter. She had faith if they did, her son would get well.

"Finally they agreed to try, if only Joseph would stand the pain. They wanted the suffering boy to drink some brandy or wine, but he would not. He said that if his father would hold him in his arms, he could stand it."

"Yes, and the brave boy did stand it," added Grandfather; "and he lived to become our Prophet. Why those cruel men ever killed him, I can't understand."

"They killed him because he told the truth," Grandmother replied. "Some wicked folk don't seem to like to hear truth. Didn't they kill our Savior for telling them the truth and trying to help them? They have killed other good men, too."

"But what shall we do now for someone to lead us?" asked Grandfather.

"The Lord will provide a leader," Grandmother said, "He always finds a way."

Little Ben listened eagerly to their earnest words. He was later to understand more of their meaning.

A leader was raised up to rally and guide the people. It was Brigham Young, President of the Twelve Apostles. He seemed to know just what to do. People must go ahead with their work. The great temple begun by the Prophet must be completed. Farms must be tilled to raise plenty of food. Shops where wagons and other needed things were made must be kept humming. Everybody must work. Ben soon became one of his father's real helpers. He couldn't do the heavy tasks connected with wagon-making, of course; but there were errands to run, and other little duties he could perform to save the time of the men who were shaping the wheels and bolsters and tongues and other parts of the big wagons. He was learning a good deal about the trade, too, while his bright eyes were watching; and often he found some exciting fun when he was out on an errand.

One day his father had sent the boy down to Lower Nauvoo to take a certain tool to a blacksmith whose shop was near the Joseph Smith store. When the tool was delivered, the boy turned to go back to his father's shop. But something kept him from hurrying home. Other boys were running up one of the streets as if they had sighted a circus parade; and Ben raced after them. No$ it wasn't a circus parade, yet it was something just as interesting.

A band of Sauk and Fox Indians had crossed the Mississippi River to hold a pow-wow with the Indian agent in Nauvoo. There they were in all their fine feathers and fringed buckskin, with beads and other ornaments to add color to their shirts and leggings and moccasins. And they were marching in stately single file to the appointed place of meeting. On reaching the spot, the red men circled around on the green, and quietly sat down.

Officials took their places with the Indians. Then with dignity, the head chieftain took a pipe of peace--presented it solemnly to the east, the west, the north and the south--and afterwards passed it round the circle. This was an introduction to the talks that followed. Each of the chieftains and also the white officials spoke. Finally, the pow-wow ended with the Indians evidently much pleased, for there was shaking of hands and many "how-hows" and other expressions of good will. Then the white men gave their red visitors a feast.

It all seemed to be a "homecoming" for the Indians. This Sank and Fox tribe, indeed, had once lived in and around the pleasant country on which Nauvoo was built.

Watching the steamboats, with their big wheels churning their way up and down the great stream was another sight that gave, delight to Ben and his pals. Then too, Joe Phelps, a neighbor boy, and Ben, were always ready for a run to the Indian mounds that rose above the high bluffs to the north of town. Sometimes, if their parents gave consent, they would go to the wharf and watch the negroes loading and unloading the boats, and listen to their songs.

Often they would see great rafts of logs floating downstream, with tents or cabins on them for the lumber hands who were taking the timber on to St. Louis or some other river town. Some of these rafts would anchor at Nauvoo; for it was in this way the folk there got the timber to build their houses, and also the temple that was steadily rising on the brow of the hill.

Nauvoo might have remained a pleasant place in which to live had there not been some folk around the city and within it to cause trouble. These people, filled with some evil spirit, would not let the followers of Joseph Smith live on in the city they had built. Just why, no one seems even to this day to know.

"This is a free country," said Grandfather White. "My own father and uncles were in the army that Ethan Allen raised to help win our liberty. Why can't the officers of the law protect us in our right to worship as we like?"

"Well, the sheriff is doing all he can, so they tell me," spoke up Grandmother; "don't you get yourself too excited, Henry. It will all come out right somehow."

Ben, who had been listening to their talk, found out a day or two later that his Grandmother had spoken the truth about the officer she named. It happened that be and Joe Phelps were standing by a store two blocks away from the wagon shop when down Mullholland Street came two horsemen on the dead run. Right in front of the store they drew up their horses sharply, sending the dust and dirt flying as the hoofs of the animals dug into the' road.

It was Sheriff Backenstos and Porter Rockwell, who had been called into service by the sheriff to help drive back the mob. One of the leaders had refused to obey orders of the sheriff, and had been killed. A tragic duty had been performed by the courageous sheriff; it meant further trouble, however, for the people he was trying to protect.

Other true Americans tried to keep down the mobs, but things grew worse. Finally the leaders saw that to live in peace, the Latter-day Saints must find a new home- land farther West.

There was harder work ahead. Every home became a center of industry, with quilting, knitting and weaving and making of clothes. Every shop was as busy as could be, with most of the effort being turned to the making of covered wagons, ox yokes, chains, harnesses, saddles, and other equipment.

Something else must be had for this journey in the covered wagon. That was oxen. These patient, slow moving animals were safer than horses or mules. They would draw heavy loads, and not be so hard to keep well fed on the grasses to be found along the way. As it became more certain that the saints must find new homes, they began to trade for oxen, or purchase them.

Ben's father had only the two fine horses that had brought them from Ohio to Nauvoo. These, like the dog, Bones, were almost part of the family. But it was decided with a good deal of heartache that they must be sold to get money enough to buy several yoke of oxen. In looking around for a buyer, Ben's father found one. Apostle John Taylor, who needed a horse, bought old Mack. There were tears in the eyes of Ben and his mother as this faithful animal was led away.

A few days later the brown mate to Mack was also sold. For a time the barn and corral seemed deserted. Then several oxen were driven into it, and Ben had a new experience watching the men yoke up and train these animals. He had a new chore, too. With Joe Phelps, whose father had also bought some oxen, he had to become herd boy, and to trail the cattle twice a day down an old Indian trail to the Mississippi to let them take a drink.

One day Apostle Taylor came driving old Mack, 'hitched to his buggy, up to the wagon shop. Calling Ben's father out, he said quietly, "Brother Shad, I just drove over to say that you didn't tell me all you know about this horse."

"Well, Brother Taylor," replied the father, "I always found him to be a good 'horse."

"That's what he is. He is a better horse than you said he was. Here's ten dollars more for him. I feel that I owe it to you." With that the fine leader drove away, leaving an abiding affection for him in the hearts of all the family.

It is small wonder that when the time came, as it 'did the next spring, that this pioneer wagon-maker and all his dear ones were ready to follow such honest and faithful leadership into the wilds of the unsettled West.

Ben Ch 2

GRANDFATHER and Grandmother White also had stories to tell the eager boy when he visited their home. And they had cookies, too, to help make him happy. It is no wonder that the lively little boy, with his dog, Bones, was always running over to their home when his mother would let him do so.

Another place that claimed his interest was the big wagon shop across the road from his home. It was such a busy spot, with the song of saws, planes, hammers and other tools making music all day long.

"Don't get too close to these workmen," his father would keep warning the interested boy; "and leave the sharp tools alone."

"But I want to make me a wagon, Daddy. Why can't I do it?"

This pleading usually resulted in Ben's getting some boards, with a few tools, and a place out of the way where he could hammer to his heart's content.

Then came a joyous day. His father promised to make him a little wagon--exactly like the big ones--for his birthday. It would have to be done after regular work hours, perhaps in the evening, when all was quiet at the shop. And Ben must promise not to bother the workers or tease his father while it was being made.

He was quick to promise. Away he went in high glee to tell his mother.

"Just think, a really true wagon like the big ones- all my own," he exclaimed. "I can take baby brother for rides, Mother, and I can bring things for you from the store. Won't that be fine?"

The mother agreed it would. In her heart she was about as happy as her little son.

It was nearly a month before the Maytime birthday would come. Ben could hardly wait. When his father really did begin to create the wagon, it helped. Day after days as he could find time, the master workman put his skill into the creation. As it began to develop, he grew in interest in what he was making to gladden the heart of his boy. A day before the birthday the little wagon was finished-with a coat of paint to make it a thing of beauty.

On the morning Ben was seven years old, he woke to find his dream come true. There in the living room was his wagon. Tears were in the mother's and the father's eyes as the happy son gave them both a loving squeeze. Then out he, went to run up and down the street and show his little friends the rare gift.

True to his promise, Ben did take his baby brother for many a ride. He also ran errands for his mother, most willingly, whenever she asked him to go. Ben and his dog, Bones, became a familiar sight around the streets of Nauvoo.

The boy, with his father's help, soon rigged up a little harness, and trained the clever little animal to pull the wagon and the young master, but only around the streets near home. Knowing that Bones was fond of chasing cats, the father was afraid there might be a mad chase after one some day, with a broken wagon and an injured boy as the result.

One of the favorite errands Ben liked to do for his mother was to go down Mullholland Street through the business part of town, and on past the lot where the great temple was being built, to Parley P. Pratt's store. Shops along the way were full of interest. It was a stirring sight also to see the workmen shaping and placing the stones to make the stately building rise. Besides, at the Pratt store, there were some good things to buy. Ben always remembered the sweet molasses shipped up the Mississippi from New Orleans. It wasn't quite so good as maple syrup, but it did make buckwheat cakes taste almost as good. Frequently he would bring a jug of this molasses home to mother.

Her caution to him was, "Now, don't let the grass grow under your feet; and don't try to hitch Bones on your wagon. He would likely run away and spill the molasses over everything."

The thought of losing the sweets was enough to bring obedience about the dog. Ben did not always heed the advice to burry home, however, and one day this brought real sorrow into his young life.

He paused near the temple lot to watch a workman carving a stone. The chip, chip, chip of the chisel, driven deftly into the hard substance, was so interesting a process that Ben forgot how time was passing. Nor did he notice that two of the other workmen had also paused to look intently at his little wagon.

What brought the boy back to himself was hearing one of these men say, "That wagon would be a mighty handy thing to haul our tools about the yard."

Then to the startled lad he said, "Sonny, how would you like to let us have your wagon to help build the temple?"

"Oh, no, no, I couldn't do that," replied Ben.

"Isn't your father the boss of the big wagon shop?" the man questioned.

"Yes."

"Well, we'll talk to him about it." Frightened at the thought of losing his precious wagon, Ben sped for home with Bones at his heels. There, bursting into tears, he exclaimed, "Mother, you won't let them take it away, will you?"

"What are you talking about, boy?" his mother asked. "Some men at the temple asked me for my wagon to haul their tools; and when I said I couldn't give it to them, they said, 'we'll see your father.' "

"Perhaps they were just joking, Ben. Come, you're late for dinner. Now eat something and you'll feel better."

But the boy could hardly eat anything. Finally his father came in and before his son could tell what happened, the two men appeared at the door.'

In the kitchen with his mother, Ben heard one of them say, "It would be a great help, brother, to keep some of our best tools together and to take them from place to place."

"Well, let me talk it over with the boy," replied the father. "He is mighty proud of the little thing; but perhaps he will give his consent if he sees things as we do."

That night Ben and his father and mother had a good heart-to-heart talk.

"You see, son, everybody is giving something to help build the temple," said his father. "I know just how you feel about it and I am not going to force you to part with your wagon. My heart is in it, and your mother's, too. But just think about it. Ask your Heavenly Father to- night when you say your prayers to help you decide what to do. It is the house of the Lord that is being built. Perhaps even a little boy like you can help."

Ben's mother had only this to say, "I know you will do what is right."

As she took him to his bed, she kissed his tear-stained face, patted his rumpled head, and walked away to let him say his prayer alone.

Next morning a little boy, drawing his wagon and followed by his faithful dog, made his way down Mullholland Street and over to the temple lot. Walking up to the man who seemed to, be foreman, he said simply, "I've brought you my wagon to help the men build the temple."

Looking into Ben's frank face, the kindly man replied with feeling, "God 'bless you, boy. I know what this means to you. No one has made a greater sacrifice to help build the Nauvoo Temple. Your gift will help. God bless you." He gripped the boy's shoulder gently.

Ben bravely held back his tears, as he walked home with Bones by his side.

Ben Ch 1

BLOSSOMING Maytime had come again to old Ohio. Birds were singing, bees humming, squirrels frisking among the hickory and other trees that shaded a certain frontier village of that "Buckeye State." Merry voices of children, just dismissed from school, echoed the welcome everyone had for spring.

Not all of these happy youngsters hurried home. Several of the boys paused at a wagon shop on their way to watch a skilled workman there making a wheel. It was real fun to see him put the hub in the vise, shape and set the spoke and felloes. Then, if they had not bothered him too much, the kind-hearted wagon-maker would let the boys have the best sport of all-rolling the new wheel off to the blacksmith and watching him set the iron tire.

On this day, however, something else happened. A little girl came running to the shop and said excitedly, "Oh, Mr. Woodbury, guess what? Aunt Liza has a baby boy!"

"Well, well, Nancy," returned the wagon-maker; "that is good news."

"Yes, and there's something else you'd like to hear," said the little girl. "Uncle Shad says they are going to name him for you, 'cause you taught him how to make wagons."

"That is a pleasant surprise, Nancy; thank you for coming over to tell me." Then, turning to the eager boys, he added, "This wheel just can't be finished today. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'll let you roll two of them tomorrow. I must go over and have a glimpse at my little namesake, Benjamin. That sounds like a big name for a tiny baby, but I guess he can carry it."

With this he straightened up his work bench a bit, and while the boys scampered off to their homes, he and Nancy walked to the cottage where a baby boy had come to bring joy and sunshine to a young father and mother.

Little Ben had a healthy, happy childhood in his Ohio home. Of course he could remember almost nothing about it; for when he was about five years old he was taken by his parents to another home by the Mississippi River. Nor did he learn, until he was older, why they had given up their home where he was born in 1837, and made the long journey to a new one.

It had all come about, as his parents told their questioning son, because some Mormon missionaries had come into the Ohio village, and converted a number of the people there to the gospel. Ben's father and mother, his four grandparents, with some of his uncles and aunts and their neighbors, had been baptized into the new church. Others had made fun of them, and had caused trouble for them because they had accepted what they believed was the truth; so they decided to gather with other folks of their faith in the city of Nauvoo, in western Illinois.

Little Ben did recall how his mother cried when she left some of the friends who had come with her from Vermont. He remembered, too, the big covered wagon his father, with the good help of Mr. Woodbury, had made. He was all excitement when they hitched "Mack," their black horse, and his brown mate to one of these "homes on wheels," then drove away with their relatives and friends along the road that led towards the west. Nor did he ever forget Bones, their dog, who barked for joy because he was being taken along with his little master.

Another thing that Ben kept in vivid memory was the bump, bump, bump, of the wagon when they had to travel over corduroy roads. You see, in those long ago days, there were no such pavements as those over which we glide today in rubber-tired automobiles. The wagon roads of that time were mainly along Indian trails. Sometimes where the ground was a bit too miry, the men would lay small logs or poles across the road, and over these the wagons would go bumpety, bump until they got to smoother ground. Ben could understand better after this bumpy ride why they needed stout, well-ironed wheels.

Ohio with its great groves of hickory, walnut, maple and other choice trees, was gradually left behind. Then came the more open country of Indiana, and finally the green prairies of Illinois, stretching as far as the eye could see.

"My, what a sweep of good corn land!" exclaimed one of the men. "No trees to, chop down and bum up just to get a few acres on which to raise a crop."

Yes, Sam," responded Ben's father; "but I'm wondering what we're going to do for good timber to build homes and make wagons."

"And where's the maple trees to give us syrup and sugar? This boy must have his sweets," added his mother, as she gave the lad a loving squeeze.

"Quit your frettin'," said Grandmother White. "We'll get along somehow; we always have."

Three weeks had passed-days of travel, nights of camping out under the stars-and then the journey ended. As they neared the "Father of Waters," the prairies of Illinois broke into rolling, wooded hills. Among these the little caravan wended its way until finally came glimpses of the Mississippi and then Nauvoo, the Beautiful, was before them.

There was the river, curving like a great silvery horseshoe round the lower part of the town. Across it were the green hills of Iowa. In the middle of it an island covered with woods. The city itself, patterned with streets running east and west, north and south, had already in 1842, when Ben first saw it, spread over much of the bottom land, and was extending eastward over the upland.

Of course this lad of five was interested in something besides a growing city. Just then he wanted a good dinner and a place to sleep. How his parents and grandparents solved the vexing problem of getting settled, he hardly knew; but they were not long in finding or building homes in Upper Nauvoo.

His father bought a roomy house on a large lot-just the place for a lively boy to romp about. Across the road was a large wagon-shop, of which this skilled workman was soon made foreman. Not many months had passed before another baby boy came to give added cheer to this new home. Ben was, of course, delighted with Paul, as his little brother was named.

His grandfather and grandmother, on the father's side, lived only a few blocks away. While Paul was a tiny baby, Ben often stayed with them, sleeping in the attic room. There, grandfather often told him a bedtime story to charm him off to dreamland.

"Just remember," he would usually begin, "that your great grandfather was an American soldier who helped win our war for freedom. He was born in Connecticut; and he was in the same regiment with Nathan Hale.

"Well, after the war was over, he moved from Connecticut into New York. That is where I was born. There were still plenty of Indians about when I was a boy, but they were not wild ones. Often they would come to our home to trade moccasins, buckskin shirts and other articles, they had made, for flour or sugar or whatever we had to swap with them. Once father got an Indian suit for me, all beaded and fringed, and an Indian bow and arrows. Wasn't I proud when I put it on? I looked like an Indian papoose for sure. Wish I had kept it for you, Ben, but somehow it got lost when I moved away from New York to Ohio."

"But why didn't you stay there where the Indians were?" asked the boy.

"I guess it was your grandmother's fault," he went on. "You see I found her the prettiest girl you ever saw, except your own mother up there in the Mohawk Valley; we decided to get married and have a home of our own. So we came on to Ohio, first by boat on the old Erie Canal, then by another boat over Lake Erie. Then we found a home on the shore of this great lake. It was in this home that your father was born. He used to be just your size, Ben, and he was always teasing me to tell him a story. But now you must go to sleep, and I promise to tell you more stories some other night."

Sometimes when her evening's work was done, Ben's grandmother would do the story telling. His eager ears never tired of hearing true tales of when she was a little girl, or when his father and grandfather were little boys. One of the favorites was about a blackberry pie. He always got a good laugh with that story.

“Well, one day," she would begin, "I told my four children that if they would go into the nearby woods and pick blackberries, I would make each of them a pie out of the berries they brought home. Of course, they were happy over the promise; so off they scampered with their little pails.

" 'Now be brisk, and get home by noon,' I warned them.

" 'We will, mother,' they shouted back, and soon they had disappeared among the trees.

"Shad, your father, would rather chase frisking squirrels than pick berries from thorny bushes. So he just wasted his time at play in spite of the warnings of little Chloe, his sister. The other children kept at their picking. About eleven o'clock, I guess, Shad's little stomach must have reminded him of dinner and the blackberry pie I had promised. Suddenly he went to work; but he soon, saw he couldn't fill his pail before noon. Then be decided to play a naughty trick. By the blackberry bushes were some pennyroyal leaves. And what do you think your father did?

"Well, he slyly filled his pail nearly full of these sweet- smelling leaves. Then he worked fast and soon he had the leaves covered with blackberries. His brothers and sisters could not imagine how he had filled his pail so quickly.

"When they all came home, I praised Shad for being such a good worker. And I made them each a pie out of the berries they had brought. Shad's was the biggest pie of all. When he cut into it, though, he got a surprise. It was full of blackberries mixed with pennyroyal leaves."

"That was a good joke on my Daddy," said little Ben. "Yes, and it taught him a good lesson," said his grandmother.

"Now, tell me another story," Ben coaxed. "Tomorrow night, laddie; you must say your prayer now, then shut your bright eyes and go to sleep."

Ok now one about Sarah in B3

Childhood Memories

I had a very happy childhood. We moved twice when I was a kid and I hated it. I’m glad we did because I love where I live now, but I remember going back to visit our old house and friends and feeling so sad. In the second place we lived we had a big backyard and orchards all around us, and it was especially big for being a kid when everything looks bigger than it really is. This house was really cool in another way and that was the fact that my cousins lived there before we did. So it really wasn’t new to us except for the living experience. We made a lot of changes to this house but especially to the big backyard.

This backyard of ours had really tall weeds that covered it. It was nothing but those tall wheat-like weeds and trees. It was always so much fun. Our cousins would come over all of the time and we made up so many games to play and we could spend hours out there. We made trails in the weeds. There was a main road that ran from the front to the back and then there were these side roads that went off from that. They were never straight. They always went curving around or zigzagging somewhere. They were tall enough and we were short enough that we could play hide and seek and cops and robbers. Even though we were shorter than the weeds, we always ducked when we were running somewhere. It was like there was less of a chance to get caught that way. One time, my brother and I decided to team up-as we often did-and we made a hiding place in the weeds. It had the perfect location and it was the perfect size. It was like a nest that was only big enough for two people and it was so well hidden that sometimes I had a hard time finding it.

Neither the weeds nor the nest lasted long. Once they dried out we had to chop them down and burn them. But we soon found other games to play which meant my brother and I found more opportunities to team up and dominate.

What ever happend to Paul

Paul Albert Hutton was the handsomest man in the world, until he died. He died on November 26, 1998. It was sad that I had to go so soon. I was so young and able to do many things. He said it was the US History paper that put him under six feet of soil. I can tell that everyone is going to miss me. It is real sad that I had to go so soon. Later reports say that he died because he ate too much pie, and choked on a peach pit.

Pauls English assignment

Well when you leave your files on my hard drive, I guess I can claim them. So here is one that we can all share.

Pauls early years

My Birth and Family Circumstances at that Particular Moment in my Life

I was born on December 6, of the year 1981. I was born in a hospital in the city of Payson. It was cold that early morning. My parents were so happy to see me they let me pee on the doctor. I few days later I moved to my new home in Springville. I was trained to wear those great comfortable cloth diapers. My parents had been living there for about a year before I moved in.

Ralph Poulsen was just called to be the bishop. He was the principle at Mapleton school. My dad had just bought his first package of bees. He was excited for that to come. He was called to be the ward clerk. My dad had begun to read Before and After Mt. Pisgah. This was a book written by my great grandfather, Clare Christensen.

That winter it snowed. It always snowed a lot down there, in Springville. It was because of the lake affect. In the last of December the weather was mild. The nights were cold, but there had been little snow or rain. My brother had just turned two years of age that August. He had yet to begun to lose his banana head.

In January of 1982, my dad had come home, and my older brother said to him, “daddy, daddy, I did it.” Mom had to tell what John just did. He wet in the toilet by himself. That was a great accomplishment for my older brother. On the 13th of January, a flight leaving Washington D.C. bound for Florida, crashed into the 14th Street Bridge. There was a lot of ice in the Potomac River. The plane sunk into the river. My great-grandmother Hanson was on that plane. My parents went to the east to see the funeral, I was tended by my Aunt Cindy. My father spoke at his grandmothers funeral. So did my father’s brother, my Uncle Duane.

My dad was working at Hjorth Brothers, a welding company. He wage was $ 6.75. One Saturday he was working at the Pacific States Cast Iron Pipe Company. He was working all alone. He thought he heard somebody yell. He was on the balcony looking down by the truck. He was laying on his stomach. My dad had thought he was looking at the truck. He actually had fallen from the roof. My dad ran down and saw blood by his head. Dad went to the guard house and called an ambulance.

John’s was two and a half. These were two of his favorite words. “Happy Do” and “Itsucky-MOM.” Fred Flintstone would say, Yabba Dabba Do. My mother would change John’s diaper and would say, “It is yucky, John.” He would reply back, “Itsucky-MOM.”

Pauls earlies memories

My Wonderful Earliest Memories

In Springville, there was a forest behind the apartment building. When I was about five years of age they tore it down to make a duplex. My friend moved into the abandoned house up the road. His name was Jake. His brothers’ and sisters’ names were Jeremy, Josh, Bambi, and Maggot. I cannot remember her real name. She liked being called Maggot. There was a plowed field across the street where we played baseball. We did not know if it was safe to play there because we were yelled at once. In the same field there was the old man’s barn. We went into barn once and we were scared and we ran out.

There was another experience that Jake and I had, when we were Kindergartners. There was a field down the street from Jake’s house. We had built a fort and we found some matches. We decided to burn some cardboard. That was a huge mistake. We tried to put it out with dirt. It spread to rapidly. We both ran to our homes. I told my mother and she called the fire department. That night I received a punishment.

On part of my early childhood, I was afraid to go outside. There was some neighbor kids who would chase me. They didn’t like what I said so they would chase me up the tree. They moved shortly after. They had the chicken pox many times they said. I said, “You could have it only once.”

We lived at the bottom of the hill. To go to the library, we made a trip up that great hill. I visited the great hill recently, it is not as big as I thought it was. Our school was the best. Hardy’s had just been built on Main Street. If you were good you could go to Hardy’s with the principle and miss school to eat lunch. I had the chance to do that once. It was great. I remember walking to Westside Elementary, everyday. The snow was mid-thigh height in the winter because of the lake affect from Utah Lake. Whenever we got a ride from our mother we were late. We weren’t late too often.

The streets were very wide. In the summer, John and I picked up many balls of tar from the road. It was easy to pick the tar up. It was great when the cousin Peterson’s came over. We made homemade ice cream when they came over. All of the supplies where in the shed in the far back. That is where our shop was. That is also where John fell off the top shelf and broke his arm. The lumber yard behind the sheds, and across the fence. We were not permitted to go over there. If we did go over there we didn’t stay long.

In Pleasant Grove I remember no one could find our house. The best part of that house was the great big back yard. Those small trees were very fun to hang on. I wish they hadn’t be torn down so soon. There was a gap in the fence where kids would go to the canal. My dad had greased up the poles and barbed wired the poles closed. There was enough room for me to squeeze through.

In the winter time, we followed the deer tracks around the back yard. In the spring we found there had been a little deer foot stuck in the fence. We looked down and there it was, the animal carcase. That was really sad. One other thing I remember about the backyard was that the yard kept on getting larger, and getting smaller at the same time. The grass portion was growing larger due to my dad. He planted seed there, it was great to play football on. The garden area was getting smaller. Now the portions of the ground are both enormously large.

The home in Orem is the best. We don’t live at the bottom or the top of the hill. We live behind Allen’s Supermarket.

Pauls family

Paul Hutton’s Great Family

My parents are wonderful. My mom can never take a good joke from me. She doesn’t understand when I am kidding her. On the other hand, my dad can take all that good stuff from me. He sometimes can take my jokes.

My parents are smart and hard working. They can help me on my homework but sometimes it takes to long to do it when I ask them questions. My dad will talk an hour for each problem, but he still would not answer my questions. He is still very knowledgeable. My mom can answer the question and get it over with. If it is a question about English subjects, I would ask my mother. If it was anything else like math, I would try to ask my brother but he wouldn’t be any help. I would then go to my dad for current events and subjects around there. He likes to watch the news, and go on the Internet and look up what’s going on in the world today.

` My older brother is now on his mission to South Dakota, Rapid City. He is in Gillette Wyoming at the time being. I am really close to John. He is my best friend. Even though we had the best of times, and of course the worst of times we made it to this point without killing each other. I understand sometimes when he doesn’t want me hanging around, but I still want to be with him. We had a great experience together this last summer when we went to Summer Lacrosse. He wanted for me to go with him. I felt great that he wanted me to come along. He wanted me to come one time after I hurt my foot. I was a gimp, but he didn’t care. He wanted someone to come with him and he chose me.

My sister, Sarah, and I have a good relationship also. I give her rides to school everyday, rides to practice, rides home from practice and rides to her friends house. That is not all, I help her with her homework. She would have a question and I would try to answer her math problem. It is great that we can be around each other and not kill each other like sometimes that we have.

She also does things for me. She helps with the chores. She helps cook dinner and we enjoy doing things together. I think that is great that I want her to be around, and sometimes she likes to have me around.

My other sister, Rebecca, is best know as Becca. She is the funniest kid. She tries to make us laugh with some very lame jokes she makes up. The jokes do not work. She also likes to bug me. She thinks she never gets to watch Television. I take the remote away and she freaks out. She just doesn’t know what is good for her, when I do this to her.

The great things about Rebecca is that she cares about everyone in the family. She misses John, and he has been gone only for a month.

My other relatives are Nana, Grandpa and Grandma, and the Petersons. I love it when Nanna comes from California to visit. We catch up on old times and there is always something to talk about with her. We could talk for hours on end. Grandpa’s and Grandma’s house is just another one of my family’s home. It is just an extension of our house but one mile away. There are some differences though. It is always clean. They don’t have us kids to mess it all up every day. There is love beaming from that home at all times. And the Petersons’ are very close to us.

One family tradition is that we have Family Home Evening almost every Monday. Sometimes we are too busy to have it so we go through everyone’s schedule for the week. Every month, on the first Monday, we have family home evening with the extended family with Grandpa, Grandma, and the Bryan Nelson family.

Another tradition we have is to get together on the major holidays. Thanksgiving is coming up and my Grandma from California is coming to visit us. It is great when she can visit. I wish she could visit year around. This year we are going to Grandpa’s and Grandma’s house for Turkey Dinner. Every one is going to be there.

On the Fourth of July, we travel to South Jordan to my Uncle’s house. We play games, have food, and do the firework thing. Then I have more food. It is great. A few years we bought some fireworks from Wyoming. They scared the neighbors and the people watching the fireworks. My cousins from California went into the house they were so scared. In California they can’t set off any fireworks. This was their first time, and probably their last time they want to do that again.

Another traditions that our family has is to put up the Christmas tree around my birthday. We used to go out to look for Christmas trees but we bought a fake tree a few years ago. My brother and I got sick of decorating it so we don’t any more. We leave Sarah, Mom, and Rebecca to do it.

We have never had a pet but my dad had some pets growing up. He found a turtle on his mission. We would visit Papa and Nana every so often and look for the turtle in the back yard. One year it did not show up. It made us kids sad.

Where did Paul live

Where did you live?

The first location I lived at was 361 West, 100 South, #2. It was the apartment in Springville Utah. The other name for this city was Art City. We lived 500 feet away from the train tracks. These tracks were used at a constant rate. You knew when the trains were on strike because they would not come by. I lived there for 8 short years of my life.

I have a book all about Springville. It began on the wagon train ride from Council Bluffs, Iowa. The families who were in the company were for the most part of New England stock who had joined the Latter-day Saints Church. They wanted to get away from the persecution. They settle Springville on the 18^th of September1850. They built a small fort for the winter. They out grew that fort shortly and began to grow into the big town it is now. This book had described wars, famous people, and the growth of Springville.

Then I moved into a house in Pleasant Grove. The address was 847 South, 1260 East. It is my Grandma’s and Grandpa’s house now. It is a very difficult address to find, people say. It was at a dead end road when I lived there but the orchard was knocked down to build houses next to the house. The property was very large. It is close to a half of an acre. It extended from the road to the Murdock Canal. We lived at the top of our road. The driveway is very steep, and was easy to shovel the snow off.

There are two canyons that led to Pleasant Grove. They are Battle Creek Canyon and Grove Creek Canyon. Kiwanis Park is at the top of the road leading to Battle Creek Canyon. That was the beginning point to climb to the G on the mountain.

I once heard Pleasant Grove was called Battle Creek because there was a fight with the Indians in that area. The outcome was good, that is how the town gets it name.

I then moved to Orem City after living in Pleasant Grove for two years. I have lived in the house at 509 west 1930 north for six years, this last Halloween. This City was named after a dude named Orem. I don’t know any other history of the town except that.

My neighborhood is the Ribbonwood Neighborhood. We are right behind Allen’s Supermarket, that is how you find this place. State street messes with people’s minds when it comes to east and west. My neighbors are very nice to me. If I break there windows with a lacrosse ball they don’t care. If I throw apples in the road no one knows it is me, but they probably suspect it is me.

Kindergarten thorugh JR

My Education: Grades Kindergarten through Eleven

Westside was the best elementary school comparing it to Lindon or Valley View. I went to Westside from Kindergarten to second grade. My teachers in order were Mrs. Tuttle, Mrs. Poorman, and Mrs. Poorman again. She moved from first grade to second. I learned quiet a bit from those great teachers. I learned the song, It’s a Small World After All. We also went to Pumpkin land and as I was walking home the stem of the pumpkin in my hand it dropped and the stem broke. That pumpkin had a very short life. I still remember were I dropped the pumpkin.

In third grade, I went to Valley View Elementary. Mrs. Olsen, Miss Elsworth and Mrs. Hall. Mrs. Olsen taught her last year when I hade her. She could not eat chocolate or she would be hyper for many hours to come. I learned that when I brought peanut butter cookies with Hershey Kisses on the top. My Utah book was made in fourth grade due to Miss Elsworth. She served in the National Guard and she played the guitar, for our music classes. Mrs. Hall was the enormous chair breaking teacher. I had her for two months before I moved to Orem.

The closest school was Lindon Elementary. It was very close to my home in Orem. At Lindon I had Mrs. Bodily, Miss Albaugh, Mrs. Mickelson, and Mr. Ormsby. Mr. Ormsby was my favorite. He taught the best subject of math and History. He died a year later when I was in seventh grade. Mrs. Mickelson was the teacher with the baby. She moved after her first year there at Lindon Elementary. She was from Georgia, and she liked to say y’all. That was the sad part about her. Miss Albaugh was the coolest. I acted very strange in that class. I hope to have changed from that strangeness from those many years ago.

Junior High at Oak Canyon just sucked. Those are the worst years of school anyone can have. I have many teachers that come into Timp Rentals that I can talk to, and some I do not want to be around. There was this one science teacher that nobody liked except me, it seemed. I always see him at Shopko or Timp Rentals. One of my favorite teachers from Oak Canyon was Ms. Hatch. She taught German and Spanish. She was very easy to make fun of. I hope she did not take most of that irregular behavior from the students personal. She was a easy target It was easy to be yourself because we shared things about ourselves in German. She liked to use the terminology of “Red Light” and “Green Light”.

High school has been the best experience yet. I cannot write anything about high school because I have not experience the three years of it.

Pauls accomplishments while in HS

The Many Great Things that Paul has Accomplished during his Lifespan and Things That he does in his Spare Time

I was taught piano for ten years. I had two teachers, my mom, and Aunt Rosalie. I retired from that after school profession two summers ago. I was fifteen years of age going on sixteen. I had begun playing Hymns. I am very rusty in the profession now, but I like to play every now and then. I wish I had more time to do so.

I work at Timp Rentals. It is a great place to work, because of the people I work with. I am part-time during school, and during the summer I am part-time working full time. It is a difficult, hot, long ten hour days during the summer. When my brother worked there it was awesome. Richard is one of the mechanics, he is a very funny guy. Also the people at Circle K make the job that much better. I visit them a few times a day.

One of the funniest parts about working there is testing the equipment. There is a gravel pit in the back where we can test the Kubota box scrappers, Case backhoes, Ingersolerand bobcats; with the many attachments it has, namely, bucket, sweeper, auger, and concrete breaker, Ingersolerand trackhoes, and Ditch Witch trenchers. The Vermeer chipper shredders are also fun to operate when you have blocks of wood to chop up.

The Ingersolerand equipment is fun to ride. The bobcats can do pop-a-wheelys. The trackhoes can spin around while driving them. If you need any help with landscaping just call me and I can get you a deal. I will work the machinery, and you can pay only half price. That is a great deal.

I have accomplished the requirements to my Eagle, in scouting. I did my project last November and I finished the writing up process in May. I had my Court of Honor in August. I have also completed the requirements for a bronze palm. It is a great thing to have in scouting. You can only get it if you have your eagle.

In lacrosse, two years ago we went to state. We lost to Murray High School. We only lost three games that year. Last year at Mountain View we didn’t make it to the playoffs, we had a .500 winning percentage. This year I hope to have a team at Timpanogos. If we do, we will be Division 2. I predict if everyone will try, commit themselves, and play hard we have a chance going to the championship.

I will lead the way in the defense, and Bart hopefully will lead the offense. We are the most experienced players from Timpanogos.

One of my other favorite sports is church basketball. There is a kid with a sweater with a church basketball picture. It was two football players tackling each other. That is how you play the game.

My social life is another matter. I have none. When I am not doing US History homework I am sitting at home doing nothing. It is really sad, that I am this way.

The most hansom man in Pauls world

The Most Hansom Man in the World

I am quiet tall. You could say I was six feet two inches. You could assume such a thing and still be right. I have short, straight as a whistle blonde hair. It is the most elegant thing upon the world at this junction of time. I like to say there is not part in my hair. My mother would probably say different if you asked her. I have large feet. I wear a size fourteen in mens. It is very hard to find the right shoe for my feet. I have a long wing span also. It is about six feet, six inches. I have one pasta pouch, 1 ½ love handles, and working to get ride of those. I hope to have a washboard stomach and get ride of those beautiful love handles one of these days.

My health has been better earlier in my life. When I was about fourteen, I pulled my Hamstring very badly. It broke a bone in my pelvis, that caused it to shift, which makes my back curved slightly. I wish this didn’t happen to me. Now I go to the Chiropractor and he fixes my back to the best of his ability.

Some goals of mine are to serve a full time mission. I would like to go to Germany, Switzerland, or State-side. Another goal I have is to play lacrosse for BYU. I will probably be going there at the same time. Another goal, at this point in my life is to become a better person. I wish a would work harder doing this. I try to enjoy school and be happy about school subjects, but sometimes it is just really hard. That is one goal of improvement I have.

I will have many goals, but one goal I have is to accomplish all my goals. The goal or outcome for the future for me is to live long, and prosper, then eventually die. That would be nice.

What happend the year Paul was born

Some Events That Happened in 1981

The U.S. hostages in Iran are released. The Prince of Wales marries Lady Diana Spencer in Britain. The first 24-hour music video channel MTV (music television) is launched in the U.S. The first Space Shuttle is launched, crewed by John Young and Robert Crippen. Argentina invades the Falkland Islands; Britain and Argentina are at war. Film maker Steven Spielberg

directs E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial. Pop singer Michael Jackson records the all-time best-selling album Thriller. Richard Attenborough directs the Academy Award winning film Gandhi.

The Chevrolet Corvette was made. The model was introduced in 19 78. It had a 350 cubic inch 190 bhp, V8 front engine, rear-wheel drive. It had a four speed manual transmission, and had an optional automatic transmission model. It weighed 3179 pounds.

Roger Smith is named the General Motors chairman. John DeLorean introduces his ill-faded car. The Mazda establishes Mazda North America, Inc. The Type 944 extends the Porsche model range in the year of the firm’s 50^th anniversary. A 936 Spyder wins the 24 Hour of Lemans race. Kia falls into debt, and ceases automobile production while reorganizing its management.

Radio Shack ceases production of the TRS-80 Model I, and recalls units from the US market, due to failure to meet new FCC radio-frequency interference regulations.

Casio demonstrates the FX-9000P, with a 5 inch CRT, keyboard, keypad, removable memory modules, and 256x128 graphics.

Commodore announces the VIC-20, with full-size 61-key plus four function key keyboard, 5KB RAM expandable to 32KB, 6502A CPU, 22 character by 23 line text display, and

color graphics, for US$300. During its life, production peaks at 9,000 units per day.

Steve Wozniak's private plane crashes, leaving him with a temporary loss of short-term memory, lasting for over a month.

Xerox unveils the Star 8010, at the National Computer Conference. Many features that were developed on the Alto are incorporated. It includes a bitmapped screen, WYSIWYG word

processor, mouse, laser printer, Smalltalk language, Ethernet, and SoftWare for combining text and graphics in the same document. At a starting price of US$16-17,000, the computer is not a commercial success. During its lifetime, 100,000 units are produced.

Duna

Duna

When I was a little Lad

With folly on my lips,

Fain was I for journeying

All the seas in ships.

But now across the southern swell

Every dawn I hear

The little streams of Duna

Running clear.

When I was a young man

Before my beard was gray,

All to ships and sailor men

I gave my heart away.

But I’m weary of the sea-wind,

I’m weary of the foam,

And the little stars of Duna

Call me home.

Go check out my blog, yo!

There is an article about Paul online. But, you must check out "Hutt's Guts" first to find out where the article is found. Click on the Hutt's Guts hyperlink, and Enter at your own risk!

John Observed Rebecca's English Class

Yes, I receive updates on the blog.
That is very good.

I observed Rebecca.
She is quiet.
Her class is quiet.
She learned, hopefully.

I learned that observing is dumb.

My scouts made fire! 6 times! 2 groups and 3 different ways!
I can’t believe that did it with the flint and steel!

John Hutton

Bawck Bawck ??

We were having Sunday dinner together as a family. It was a really nice dinner Cosette had prepared. We were eating mashed potatoes, chicken and green beans. It’s one of my favorite dinners. The chicken was moist and juicy and it was real mashed potatoes, not those fake store bought flakes.
Cameron likes to eat mashed potatoes and green beans some of the time. He eats meat, but not that often. He is his mother’s child in that respect. He doesn’t chew very much because he’s still getting all of his teeth. The mashed potatoes are his favorite because they go in and then down. There isn’t much chewing involved for him. I gave him a bite of chicken and he spit it right back out asking for potatoes. After feeding him a few bites of potatoes, Cosette decided to cover up the chicken bite with some mashed potato. She feed him several bites that way that went down easy. She showed me that she was going to sneak the chicken in as she prepared another bite. She gave the bite to Cameron, but he was not to be fooled for long.
The bite went in and he mashed his little mouth over the potatoes once, then twice and then he froze.
His eyes looked at his mother and then me. I started smiling and tried not to laugh. He didn’t move his mouth once after the second chomp.
Cameron’s eyes moved back to look at Cosette.
“He knows.”
Cameron finally opened his mouth and said questioningly, “Bawk, Bawck?”
I couldn’t help but start the Santa Claus belly laugh.
He mashed his gums down once, twice and then swallowed his Bawk, Bawck.

509 West

Finaly got the numbers on the house. Well so much for the handy man's secret weapon. 

176 Semi Annual Confrence

Well, what was your best talk from confrence?

Location Location Location

Does anyone know what was dedicated the same year I was baptized? No fair asking Becca! Oh, I forgot no fair asking Anna! Plus, no fair asking Paul, either!

Truck Driver Story

Our family was on vacation in Stockton California visiting my Grandmother. We had spent a couple of the several nights in a nice motel. You know that kind of motel with that kinda fake new smell it has. All the free ice you could eat, suck, munch, chomp, or throw at little brothers and sisters. The kind of motel that was lucky enough to have three children in a room above the managers room. That kind of motel; at least it had a pool. My mom was really out of it that night. I guess she had been chewing to much motel ice.

After all the ice us kids could eat we decided to get rowdy. We jumped off beds, wrestled each other and chomped ice. The phone rang after a few minutes of us kids exercising.

“This is the manager. Will you please control whoever is making all the noise up there.”

“Okay we will keep them quiet.”

After this conversation took place twice the kids were sent to bed. I jumped on the bed and tried to steal as much of the covers as possible. My brother got next to me and then my sister next to him. They soon stole the covers back from me and we were trying not to smell that fake new smell.

“Paul you had better not wet the bed tonight,”I said.

“Oh yeah, this just might be my only chance,”said my younger brother.

“Will you three be quiet,”ordered Mom.

Pretty soon Mom and Dad had turned in too and the room was dark. All that nice exercise of picking on my younger brother and sister had tuckered me out and I fell asleep.

I didn’t sleep very well considering the threat of the bed wetter next to me and the almost noiseless hum of the air conditioner. I woke up one time in the night when I heard a large thump. I didn’t think anything of it at the time and tried to sleep again.

The next morning I was the first to wake everyone else up by hitting my brother and us wrestling on the bed.

“How did you three sleep?”asked Dad.

“Pretty good except for the loud thump that hit the floor,”I said.

“Oh, that was just your Mom falling out of the bed from laughing,”said Dad.

“Well why did she fall off the bed?”we all asked.

“She just couldn’t stop laughing and wouldn’t go to sleep,”said Dad. “I asked her if she was a truck driver and she thought that was so funny rolled right out of bed.”

My mom just laughed at the story.

“A truck driver!”

“It looks like mom had the Wakies,”said my little sister.

“I guess so

September 2006 Update

Well, how are things? For me it kinda goes up and down quite often. Just typing on the keyboard seems great. How do I create a new topic that someone else will read. I thought a lot about this BLOG. I started out adding at minimum two BLOGS per week. Then there was the lull. Have you noticed the same article on the top of the screen? Well things get pretty busy, and I have not been able to update as regular as I have in the past.

There are also articles that help people from writing BLOGS.

I have also been rethinking the purpose. It was great to have all the family input items. However not everyone uses a browser as often as others. So sometimes a tidbit of information may lag and not get to everyone immediately. I have also been considering to have only my immediate family to be able to create a post. (Gary, John, Paul, Sarah, Becca) This BLOG may not be for the whole family, but just for my immediate family. This may simplify the layout. Of course anyone can leave comments, as long as you have a blogger account.

For me it is great to have a picture to share, and have you leave your comments. Then I find I leave two kinds of pictures: Current pictures and Past pictures, or family pictures that perhaps you have never seen before.

I have also been busy installing a new operating system on my play computer. Randy Nelson was getting rid of some computer parts. Believe me it is time to move this stuff out, as it was getting old fast. But I was able to acquire a mother board and memory. So with new hardware for me I installed 'ubuntu'. This is another Linux os. (I used to run Mandriva Linux, remember JR run SUSA Linux from Novel) Wow, it runs great. It is much faster than the main computer. I can run most of the same programs. But it is the faster part that I like best. Plus it runs on the slower systems. {AMD is comparable to a Pentium III} This is actually the computer John set up with Andy one Christmas. Thanks John.

ubuntu will run with a minimum of 128 MB of RAM and 1.8 GB of disk space. It also comes with a live CD. This means you can boot from CD and be running Linux on any computer. This is nice because sometimes a hard drive crashes and this can be used to save data without having to reformat.

Firefox is the browser of choice. I like running my windows in tabs. Plus I don't get all those virus things as I do with IE.

Another program is Open Office. This is a suite of programs like the Office suite from Microsoft. This is the office suite that the Church uses for its word processing. The best part of this is it is free. By the way did I tell you it is FREE! Because of the open standard, the creators want people to use their programs, and there is no cost. So now I don't have to feel like I am stealing software (which I have in the past). Another great part of Open Office is that it imports documents from the Microsoft Suite. It can also save them in Microsoft format, although it does better in its own format.

Another program I like to use is Picassa. This keeps all my pictures organized and helps with some editing features. I can also easily share pictures with email or the blog. Plus it is now available on my Linux box.

Another new program from Google is 'Sketch'. I like the free programs. With this one you can create 3D drawings like a schematic with exact dimisions. Well we are still learning how to use this program. There are many other programs available from Google Labs. Have you found any worth sharing? Well enough of these other programs.

Dance with Cameron

And here is John and Uncle Paul dancing with Cameron. They all like the closing shot from 'Little House on the Prairie'.

Nils with perm

Something just has to be said about Nils with a perm to his hair. Doesn't this just look great?

IE for your browser

It has come to my attention that when this BLOG is viewed with IE it appears as one column. When I view this BLOG I use Firefox as my browser. It appears as two columns. It is very pleasing to see the items listed with two columns.

• How many of you have this difficulty?
• Would it more readable in two columns
• Should the appearance of the BLOG be changed to accommodate IE?
  

Thank you,

The talk at Beths funeral

Well it was my turn to give the Historical Moment in Family Home Evening. As I was looking for some items I came across this folder about Air Florida Flight 90. This is the one Beth Hanson died on in January 1982. So I present to you the talk I gave back then at the funeral of my grandmother Hanson:


... I speak of a certain topic from the scriptures. A topic that is special to me. The topic which I desire to speak of is the resurrection.

To introduce this topic I will define death. Death is a separation of the body and spirit. Now we can see a body that has had its life take out. It is limp, cold, and motionless. The spirit which gave it life has gone. This spirit existed before we were born. We lived in a pre-earth life. We do not remember this time in our life. There has been a veil placed over our memory, so that we cannot recall anything which took place. When we die our spirit goes to a place to await the resurrection . This resurrection is a reuniting of our spirit with a perfect body. Both limb and joint shall be restored to its perfect frame, even as we now are at this time. Now this restoration shall come to all, both old and young, both bond and free, both male and female, both the wicked and the righteous.

Paul speaks of this resurrection to the Corinthians in 1 Cor 15. In verse 21, "For since by man came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead."

Or in other words, This is also a resurrection.

He continues by saying the same thing in a different way, v.22, "For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made alive."

Or in other words, because of the events Adam was involved in, men will die. On the other hand because of the events Jesus Christ was involved in we shall all be made alive. This is why his names are: Savior, Messiah, Redeemer, etc. It is because he saves us from death.

John also spoke of the resurrection in 5:28:

"Marvel not at this: for the hour is coming, in the which all that are in the graves shall hear his voice,

"And shall come forth; they that have done good, unto the resurrection of life; and they that have done evil, unto the resurrection of damnation."

And I say, how can they hear his voice unless they have a spirit, and are preparing for the resurrection?

After Jesus died his body was laid in a tomb. His spirit, which did not die, went and preached to all those who had died. They were waiting for him. He especially went to those who died because of the great flood.

Two scriptures in 1 Peter speak of this preaching. 1 Pet 3:18-20 and 1 Pet 4:6.

"For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God, being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the spirit:

"By which also he went and preached unto the spirits in prison;

"Which sometime were disobedient, when once the longsuffering of God waited in the days of Noah, while the ark was a preparing, wherein few, that is eight souls were saved by water."

John 4:6 "For for this cause was the gospel preached also to them that are dead, that they might be judged according to men in the flesh, but live according to God in the spirit."

This is what Christ did during the three days his body laid in the tomb. Once he finished his assignment he returned to his body. He alone had the power of resurrection. We all will enjoy the blessing of the resurrection, because the resurrection of Jesus Christ was attended with such great force. This is my testimony. I know it to be true. In the name of Jesus Christ.

Nelson Family Reunion

Our next activity was at the Hutton home we had lots of good food and took some great family pictures. They are not included here yet. I want to make a good composite of all the Nelsons. Lets see how all of this turns out.

Nelson Reunion at Stewart Falls

The next day we had an activity hiking to Stewart Falls. It took about 45 minutes of hike time, after driving up past Sundance to Aspen Grove.

Not everyone was able to make this hike. But for all those that did we wanted to share the falls.

Our next activity was to go swimming at Aaron's club house/pool area. This was a great activity. Unfortunately I was sleeping and did not take any pictures. Does anyone have any to share here? 

Nelson Reunion Temple Trip

The first activity we did for the Nelson Reunion was to attend the temple. I can tell you this meant a great deal to Dewey and Ann. We all wanted everyone to participate. Now for the few that were not in this picture we share all that we can with you and know you would have enjoyed the events together.

This was also the day that my father was sealed to his parents.

I took this picture right after stepping in the pool of water. One foot was soaking wet. Boy is sure felt good.

1910 Census for West Roxbury

My mothers grandparents lived nearby in West Roxbury, Massachusetts. The Hansons lived in Quincy and would regularly visit with them.

So there I was searching Census Records. You remember that sometimes the research begins by starting the places you already know. You go from the known to the unknown. I all ready knew about my grandmother Beth and her whole family. However I quickly learned of things I did not know. Of course her family in the 1910 Census is listed like this:

1. Louis H Hamlin - Head
   
2. Eva G Hamlin - Wife
   
3. Roger C Hamlin - Son
   
4. Beth Hamlin - Daughter
   
5. Louise Hamlin - Daughter
   
6. Harriet D Hamlin - Daughter
   
7. Perley C Hamlin - Son
   
8. Benjamin W Hamlin - Son
   
   
   This was the part that I knew. We know who the children of Louis and Beth from the Autobiography of Eva Hamlin. We also knew the profession of Louis as Jeweler. This was also listed on the census.
   
   So, I started to record this items, just so I could say that I searched the census. I was writing away, when I found that there were other individuals in the home.
   
   
9. Abbie R Robinson - Sister in-law
   
   This was great that Eva's sister could live with them for a time. But I kept reading and found:
   
   
10. Kate C Corren - Servant
    

See for yourself. I have attached these two forms. Just click on them to enlarge them.


Judy never told me that the Hamlin's had a servant. No wonder there were so many children. No wonder that Abbie was staying there. No wonder that Eva was all over the map with different meetings, teaching Shakespeare, and socials, and those trips to Yosemite and Bishop California, and was so involved with politics.







There were still other fascinating things I found searching in all of these census. For example I was not able to locate in the census Louis Hamlin's father Oscar Hamlin. My records show that he died in 1912. But where was he living during the 1900 and 1910 Census? The same goes for his mother? And perhaps the question, why did not Harriet Amanda Hamlin live with here son? [I found a Harriet Hamlin - Mother-in-law living in Augusta Maine]He probably still had one brother living, George Herman Hamlin, where was he living? [Louis survived one brother, Reuben and one sister, Florence]

Other items include: In the 1920 Census the servant is not listed. Why, what happened to the need for a cook? Plus the relationship for everyone was listed as 'border'. How could they be a 'border' in their own home?

In the 1900 Census the occupation of Louis Hamlin is listed as 'Traveling Collector'. Wow, that is interesting. This is also where they only had two children, [Roger - Beth].

Another question that just burns to be asked is: If the Hamlins were so well off, then why did not he assist the family in the crisis in 1939? Of course Louis passed away in November of that year, but something could have been done, don't you think?

Another question that needs to be asked is who was Perley Chamberlain named after? Or I should say who is the first Chamberlain that is is named after? Was it Oscar or Temperance? [Most of the children were named after former family members]

And leave your comments. I would like to know more of things. How about just trying to list all of the personalities that shout for attention in this picture?

First Mormons in Stockton

At the intersection of I-5 and Hwy 120 is a Historical Marker. It indicates the location of the Ship Comet, the first to sail into the great valley of California.

The ship carried a party of 20 Mormon pioneers in 1846. They established the Community called 'New Hope'. The colony was later known as Stanislaus City. See #436-#437

When we were in California in 2006, we were invited to Duane's home in Modesto. I insisted we drive down I-5, by the Mossdale Y. This is the intersection of Hwy 120 and I-5. The intersection also crosses the San Joaquin River. While driving by this location I mentioned this is the spot where the Mormons first landed in California and started a community of their own. John was pre-occupied and did not hear my full expaination. So I am attempting to enhance the history of Stockton here.

Stockton was founded by a man named Charles Weber, and he named it after a friend he had, Commodore Stockton, from the Bear Flag revolt.

Sam Brannon has quite a history also. Sam Brannon sailed on the ship 'Brooklin'. A ship that brought passengers into California. He was an opportunist. Some could describe him as a con man. He communicated with Brigham Young several times. But in the end, he stayed in California and died a poor man. He did a great deal to establish California on the Map. The first store in the area was established by Sam Brannon near the Sacramento River, taking advantage of the convenient waterfront location and another settlement sprang up called Sacramento. So while everyone was panning for gold Sam Brannon opened up a store and cashed in on all the money. He also started newspapers in San Fransicco.

Samuel Brannan started the city's first newspaper the California Star.

Samuel was also on he way back to Sacrament when he met men from the Mormon Batallion. He instructed Azaria Smith and Henry Bigler, Israel Evans, and others that they were to stay another year before returning to Salt Lake City. These young men were with John Marshal when gold was discovered. They found jobs building a saw mill up the south fork of the American River. It was Azaria that recored in his journal that gold was discovered on January 24, 1948. Samual Brannon was the one that announced this in San Fransico. It is reported that Azaria did not care about the gold he just wanted to get back to his family in Salt Lake.

It is also interesting to note that the young men were never paid for there work on the saw mill, and that they brought about $30,000 worth of gold back to Salt Lake. Sam Brannon was also collecting tithing from all the California Mormons. Sam Brannan refused to send back a cut of his riches. He is reported to have told emissaries from Salt Lake that he would "turn over tithing money if they showed him a receipt from God."

In the 1850's Brannan became a major business force in San Francisco, establishing banks, a railroad and a telegraph company, and accumulating much land. He did much to advance education. Brannan was always "aggressive but liberal in his views, showing no signs of sectarianism" according to the historian Hubert Hugh Bancroft who asserts that he "probably did more for San Francisco... than was effected by the combined efforts of scores of better men." Bancroft describes Brannan as "shrewd in his dealings, as famous for his acts of charity and open-handed liberality as for his enterprise, giving also frequent proofs of personal bravery." Sam did not do well in his later years.

Also in stockton is a significan landmark called "Mormon Slough". It is a river way that pulls most of the water from the Calaveras River and dumps it into the Stockton Channel. It was used to stop a great deal of flooding that accured in the area. It begins on the Calaveras River near Bellota, travels westerly near Linden and Copperopolis, and finaly crosses under Hwy 99 near Hwy 4 before it empties into Stockton Channel at Weber Avenue and Hunter Street. See 'The Spring Floods'. The best map of Mormon Slough I found is here.

Another interesting item about Stockton is the scriptures that were given to Charles Weber for land. When we visited the muesum at Mickey's Grove, we saw a display of Charles Weber the founder of Stockton. There under glass was a book with the title "The Holy Scriptures compiled by Joseph Smith". Now what is the history of this event? What land did the mormons want to obtain in trade for a book of scriptures? I have not been able to learn much about this book and the gift to Charles Weber.

John wanted to be introduced to Stockon, the place where I was raised. But there is a great deal to learn about Stockton that I never knew when I lived there.

Eva and Louis

If these are my great grandparents, they they are your great grandparents.

Picture taken near their home in Boston, on the Boston Commons.

I share these pictures with you when I come across them. I have looked at a great many family pictures, and these are significant. So pay attention and look into their faces. Their story can help you some day.

Children of Louis and Eva Hamlin

This is the picture where Eva said 'Never was there a happier time'

Roger Chesley
Beth
Louise
Harriet Dora
Perley
Benjamin

5 Generations

Included here are:
Relia Sarah Allen Christensen
Ann Clarise Christensen Nelson
Ann Raquel Nelson Hutton
John J Hutton
Cameron J Hutton