Sources of Information:
Eileen Tyler DowlingF- Emmett Patrick Dowling
M- Margaret Mary Kelly
S- Eileen Tyler md 19 Aug 1944, Houston, Harris, Texas
Sealed 12 Jan 1968 Manti Temple
Sources of Information:
Donna Tyler Harris and famliy records
F- James Rue Tyler
M- Leona Adeline Douglass, md 27 Dec 1915.
S- Emmett Patrick Dowling Jr.
Sealed 12 Jan 1968 Manti Temple, Kent Jamison proxy
A. Donald McClure md 27 Feb 1971 Mexico
Source of information: Eileen Tyler Dowling McClure, Spouse.
F- Roscoe McClure.
M-
First wife: Sarah (McClure).
Second wife Eileen Tyler.
Killed in a one car accident
Sources of Information:
Donna Tyler Harris and famliy records
F- James Rue Tyler
M- Leona Adeline Douglass, md 27 Dec 1915.
S- Emmett Patrick Dowling Jr.
Sealed 12 Jan 1968 Manti Temple, Kent Jamison proxy
A. Donald McClure md 27 Feb 1971 Mexico
S/o Athur John Crane and Lucy Ann Cutler.
Life history of Walter Stanard Crane and Mary Jane Hiatt Crane, Written by
Naoma Crane Tilby.Papa left his parents home whe he was fifteen years of age. Mother didn't
know what he did for a living. He was born in Sugarhouse Utah on Oct. 10, 1881.Mother was born 24 dec 1883 at Harrisville, Weber Co. Utah.
Father and mother met each other some where in Weber Co. Utah around 1900 or 1901 and were married 17 dec 1902. Father got a job on the Railroad and they lived in a railroad car. There were other men working there too and mother had to cook for all the men who were working there. Mother and Dad had a car all to themselves. The other men slep in another car. When they finished a job they moved on to another job somewhere else. Mother didn't like this set up too well, but at least she was with father anyway. I do not know how long they stayed with this job.
Pres. Brigham Young sent brother Nibley as a leader to take some of the
saints to Union Co. Oregon and form a city and to set up a ward there. Papa and Mamma were chosen to go with them and when the saints gathered together their belongings they discovered that Mothers parents and their parents also were in the group. They traveled in covered wagons for quite a few day before arriving to their destiny. When they arrived there they started to work the land and build their homes. Brother Nibley named the town after his name, Nibley. Dad built our house there with help of some of the brethern. They always helped each other in those days.
Arthur Morrison Rawson, our great grandfather moved up there from Far West, Utah to see if he could cure his asthma. He was a Patriarch and while he was there he gave me my Patriarchal Blessing at the age of 2 years, I still have the origina copy.
I don't remember how long Papa and Mamma lived there, papa raised peanuts
while there. Some time later papa and mamma moved to Far West, and there is
where my sister Mae was born. Whe was so tiny that they had to caryy her around on a pillow, she only weighted 4 lbs. when she was born.
Father homesteaded some land in Soda Springs, ID, where he improved upon the place. I know we had to stay there a certain lenghth of time. Dad built a house and barns out of logs that he snaked from the hills. I know we lived on that farm until I was 15 years hold. While he was improving on the place and
building a house mamma and I and Mae were staying in Nampa with Grandpa and
Grandma Hiatt until the house was built. Father built that house. There were
four big rooms in that house.
Father snaked the dogs down the hill with a team of horse. I know that
because I have seen him do that very thing whenever he needed building material for building barns and chicken coops and corrals for hogs and cows.
When we were living in Soda Springs I was 7 or 8 years old. Dad ws working
at a bottling works, filling bottles with soda water from a large spring there. This bottling works were selling the water from that spring for comercial purposes.
Dad always took me along to hand him the bottles. We took our lunches and
was gone all day, I thought that this was great fun.
For some reason Dad moved mom and all of us kids to a big red brick house in Salt Lake City. We children had only a few blocks to walk to school. We were always coming down with some childs diseases. We were just getting over the small pox around Christmas time, and they lifted the quartine a few days before Christmas. Dad's brother Samuel Crane lived in Sugarhouse and both families combined our Christmas. Dad came for Christmas and brought a Christmas tree tall enough to reach the ceiling. We had fun decorating it with strings of cranberry and popcorn. It was beautiful. Uncle Sam got him a Santa suit and played Santa Claus. All of the little kids were having lots of fun and I did too seeing them so happy. Of course I had now that there was no such thing as Santa but I played along for the children's sake. This all happened before Dad sold the farm. We had allof the wonderfull food. Both families fixed food for the dinner, and mom made her famous plumb pudding and sauce to go with it. We got toys and candy and nuts and oranges. And old Santa brought it all and put them under the tree the night before and every one was out of bed at dawn. We each one received a toy of our liking. I beleive that was the happiest Christmas we had ever had. We always had a small tree and candy animals of all colors and candy of all kinds in our stocking. We also would find nuts in our shoes. We were always pleased with what we got for Christmas.
Dad got himself a job in the furniture store in Salt Lake while we were
living there. He must have had some one taking care of the farm because he
stayed for the next two months. Then he and all of us moved back to the farm. I was 7 years old when we went back to the farm in Soda Springs ID.
When we were living in Soda Springs we had a big yellow and white colie dog and she was a wonderful pet, and a very usefull dog. We could send her up in the hills after the cows and she would hike up ther and bring them down and hurd them in the corral calmly too. We had a mean old neighbor, who always turned his cows into our garden or into the grain. So papa told old Sport which was don't name, to go get them and take them home. That man tried to shoot her but she just ran too fast for him. But that man came over to our house and said that he was going to kill the dog. So us kids took her in the house and told dad what he said. Just then our door flew open, there stood that man with his gun. We were all so scared. We bunched up around mom. Dad didn't move, but he had a big stick of heavy stove wood and the dog sensed what was going on and she moved away a little from dad. It drew the attention of the man, and at the same time dad threw that block of wood right at his head and he droped his gun and Dad was over there so fast and kicked that gun out of his hand, and kicked him out of the house. We didn't have any more trouble out of him that day. But we think that he poisoned our beautiful dog. She died in the night we heard her crying and went out to her but she died anyway. We buried her out in the field of wild flowers. We mourned over her for a long time.
Most of the older boys were born there in Soda Springs. I went to school
there. In the spring and summer dad taught me how to milk cows, drive a team,
of horses. From then on I was the boy who helped father on the farm until the
boys became old enough to do those things.
When the men harvested their crops all the men in the neighborhood would
collect in one field and help each other get their crops in. The women had to
cook for all the men who were working in that particular field. I was six years old and mama's turn came to cook for the men for a week while they were
harvesting in papa's field. Mamma had a lame leg and had to rest her leg on a
chair in order to get around. I helped her by carrying every think that she
needed to put a meal together. She mad lucious pies and home made bread, and
all the good things to eat that you find on a farm. Dad always had the greatest luck with crops. There were 15 to 20 men to dinner every day for a week or ten days. The soil there was rich and every thing grew abundantly. Dad dug a big well and we had lots of good cool water, and plenty of it so the crops grew very well. The oeats and wheats stalks were as high as dad and such beautiful grain. He had nice healthy horses and cattle. We had some chickens and some hogs.
We had a big barrel setting by the house that dad put the excess skim milk
in for the hogs and the indians would come and beg for something to eat. Papa
or mamma would give them some flour and one day they saw that sour milk and
asked for some. After that they would ask for some of the milk and it didn't
seem to matter whether it was clabbered or not. Papa used to set a pan of whole milk back and let it clabber and eat it with sugar. He also tried to get us kids to eat some. He said it was a healthy food, but none of us ever tried it. It was on the same principal as yogart these days.
Then there was a man who came to my father and talked him into trading his place for a place he had down near Oakley. He told papa that it was warmer climate that Soda, and that he could raise anything he wanted to there. The place had a good water right. I never could ever understand why papa didn't go see that place before signing the papers. Nothing was said about this man getting any of our stock or machinery. He took every thing but 3 teams of good horses, a white top buggy and an old horse, my saddle pony and two old wagons to hall what belongs we had, a plow, a harrow. But he signed that contract.
Mamma didn't want to but dad made her sign it anyway. Mamma baked raisin bread and other bread. Fixed as much food as she could pack in a small trunk. Papa put mamma and the small children on the train and sent them to her mothers until such time we would arrive at the home to be. That rotten man took all of our chickens, cows, hogs and almost all of the machinery. I had to drive a team hitched to the white buggy with four of us kids loaded on top of bedding and our food and every things else we could get in there. My team was old Phebe and my saddle horse. There was four of us in that buggy. (Lloyd and Melvin and I and Mae and the rest of the boys were too small so they went with Mamma)
We left our nive place and traveled for ten days in all kinds of weather. We had to travel over high mountain trails hardly wide enough to stay on. The trails were so rocky the team kept sligging. I was petrified. Finaly old Phebe slipped and fell on her side. She was so fightened that she just lay there. I put the brakes on so the rig would stay there. I looked up and papa wasn't in sight. So we just sat there. Finally dad came back and took hold her bridal and yanked on it to help get her up and she did.
No one would let us stay over night even in the barn, so we had to sleep
inside the buggy and dad usually sat up all night in an overnight resturant.
Sometimes our food would be frozen so hard we couldn't eat it so dad would take us in the resturant to eat,which was a great treat for us. When we slep in the buggy all night I would be awake a lot of the time. But father always came out to check to see if we were alright. Some times we had to sleep on the ground. Dad would stretch a large rope around to keep the rattle snakes away from our beds.
When we arrived at the place we had gotten for our nice place in Soda
Springs, the whole place had never been clearned of sage bruch, had no water
right or even a house on it. There was an old shack just big enough to put our beds in and we had to set up our stove outside in order to be able to cook. It was cold weather.
When we arrived at the place , papa plowed a piece of ground close to the
house to plant a garden. The people across the street said we could use their
waste water to water our garden, and they kept their word. That was the summer before we went to work for Mr. Low. There was no water right so papa didn't plan to raise anything else.
A man named Lowe came along as we were to clear the sage brush off the land we had received, and offered dad a job running his farm. He told us we could move right away if we chose and take care of this stock and live there, and have milk from the coows and the eggs from the chickens, and feed for our
stock. He was really a good man. He said that the folks that had been taking
care of his place just up and left him without any help. We were so happy we
started to get ready to go at once. There was another house on the place and
Mr. Lowe told us we could rent one house and live in the other one. We had too much furniture to get in the house we had chosen so we stored it in one room of the other house. We rented the other part of the other house. One day the renters made a big fire in their stove and sent to bed and the house caught fire. Dad and I saw it and ran over there and got the people out and all their furniture and ours too but there was no way we could save the house. There was no fire department at that time. When Mr. Lowe found out he said to never mind, it was insured.
When we moved on the Lowe's place , we had a lot of cows. I was 16 then and I had to milk all the cows and feed the, and feed the horses and also harness the horses ready to start the day. Also I had to seperate the milk, all of this before going to school. I rode my horse to school. I would carry a bag of eats for her lunch. I would lead her to water at noon and kep her tied under a shed out of the storm until school was out. I was about 16 years old then.
We put our time picking fruit and corn and drying our chare as we picked on shares. The Elmer Dansies lived on the goat ranch and he was dan's cousin and he gave dad a job up there to help with the harvest. Dad earned enough money to buy a hog to butcher for winter. Also a half of beef. I thank the good Lord for all those good people that helped my folks when they were down and out.
That summer dad received word that his mother was dieing and for him to come at once. So dad left us picking apricots and how we enjoyed them, we were hungry for fruit. When dad got home after his mother's death we had prepared for winter.
Our little brother, Darrell followed some of the boys down an irrigation
ditch and fell in the canal and drown. We missed him only a second it seemed,
he was 18 months old. I and Melvin ran down the canal to the head gate just to see him go over it and Melvin jumped and caught him just in time or we may
never have found him.
The store keeper packed him home for us. I'll never forget how awful we felt that night. Dad was in Burley at the time. Mom called the Bishop and asked him to give him a blessing but he said that the baby was dead, it would do not good. Oh, people of so little faith. I and dad always thought that if some one had know what to do in the case of drowning, and if the Bishop would have given him a blessing he may have lived. We will never know now thats for sure.
Dad was so shocked that he fainted when he got home and saw what had
happened. He used that for an excuse to stay away from church, until he moved to Portnif area in Pocatello.
Two of the boys and Violet were never baptized in the church. I know he
suffered a lot because of it. He let them go without baptism when they were
older, he just couldn't get any of them to take care of it themselves, with
the exception of Ervin. He took care of his family himself and I am very proud of him. I had taken care of little Darrel all the time the folks were gone to the trial for the man taking our place in Soda Springs.
The other man that got our place hired a crooked lawyer and almost got every-thing papa owned. Mamma and dad were blue and upset for loosing nearly every-thing.
We lived on the Lowe's ranch until I found Otho and we were married, and
moved away to Jerome, Idaho.
Mr. Lowe was a good man and really saved our lives. But he was so fat that he could hardly walk. One day they found him dead on the railroad track. They said that he had a heart atack. This was after I and Otho had moved to Jerome. So the folks had to move because the place was claimed by his family. That is when the folks moved to Pocatello, ID.
The folks moved to Pocatello and rented them a house and stayed there in
Pocatello for the winter. Then papa bought some land across the Portnif river
and raised head lettuce and shipped it out to the different towns. It had to be planted early and harvested early. They were perfect heads. Dad was noted for his good crops. Dad built a shanty across the river north. There he built a nice little cinder block house and fixed it up pretty nice. I think some of the boys helped paint the inside and Mae too helped. That was the nicest mom ever had to call her own, and she kept it neat as a pin.
Before my father died he was having trouble with his heart and had a
ruptured prostate gland and was in so very much pain. He just wouldn't go to
a doctor but kept trying to do things in the garden. Mamma said that they found him passed out in the yard a number of times and when they got him to the doctor he was told not to do anything but sit and read.
I think it broke mamma's heart when they took her place for the Freeway. Of course she was payed for it, but its mighty hard to give up a home after you have lived in it for some time, it becomes part of you. She was very unhappy after dad died. She stayed a while with Mae and then she came down to my place for a while, but she wasn't happy there either. I think she would have been alright if I had been home all the time with her. I had to go to work at 5:30 am every moring and didn't get off work until 3 pm. I would walk in the house and she would be crying. She seemed to brighten up because I would take her out for a ride and take her to the stores and even took her over to see all the kids. I took her out to dinner sometimes but she wasn't happy. I think that is why she called or wrote to Ervin to come and get her. Bless her heart I knew just how she felt. It's pretty hard on a person to be shifted from one person to another and not feel that you really belong any where in particular. If it hadn't been for me being establised on a job I would have would up the same way. So Ervin was good enough to fix her up in that little house where she could have her own things and a few flowers. I think she was more lonesome for Ervin han anyone else. I know she wasn't used to me and my ways and Mae and her got along ok for a while. But there is no house big enough for two women for very long. She had too many adjustments to make and it was too much for her.Naoma Crane Tilby
Written Dec 1978Obituary Pocatello Idaho State Journal, Walter Stanard Crane, 78, Rt. 1 South, died Saturda at home of natural causes. Born Oct. 10, 1881, Salt Lake City, to Arthur John and Lucy Cutler Crane. Married Mary Jane Hiatt Dec. 12, 1902, Salt Lake Temple, Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Soda Springs farmer, well-driller, machiniest's helper. Pocatllo resident 36 years.
Survivors: widow, sons, daughters, Lloyd S., Melvin R., Wendell H., O.E., De Linn. Mrs. Eldon (violet) Baker. All Pocatello; LaFoy, American Falls: Mrs. Naoma Tilby, Loise: Mrs. Willis (Lucy Mae) Richardson. Inkom: 27 grandchildren: 18 great-grandchildren: brothers, sisters, Samuel B. Crane, Oakley; William H., Boise; Mrs. Lillian Kennedy, Ogdon, Utah. dide Feb 6, 1960)
Life History of Walter Stanard Crane and Mary Jane Hiatt. See Rin #63 Walter
Stanard Crane's.A Sketch of the Life of Mary Jane Hiatt Crane
I was born December 24, 1883, to my parents Ruben Hiatt and Amanda Rawson in Harrisville Utah. When I was a year old my parents took their family and moved to Epinbenah in Freemont Co. Idaho. I attended the Edmond school there. At the age of 17 I served as second counselor in the primary, also taught a class in Sunday School.
When I was 18 years old we moved to Nibley Oregon. While there I worked as a teacher in primary, and Religon class and taught a class in Sunday Schoool and attended M.I.A. While in Nibley Ward in 1902 I was married to Walter Stanard Crane in the Salt Lake Temple, Salt Lake City Utah. April 1904 Noama, our first girl was born. In 1905 we left Oregon and went to Far West Utah for a short time. In April our 2nd girl, Lucy Mae was born that year we moved to Soda Springs, Idaho, we moved on a farm of 160 acres in a one room cabin, but we were very happy and loved each other very much.
February 2, 1908 our first son was born, Lloyd Stanard, in the summer of
that year we built two more rooms on our cabin. 1907 our second son, Melvin
Royal, was born. We had a hard winter and lots of snow, but kept warm with our wood stove. In August 1911 our third son, Wenell Hiatt, was born by this time it was time for the two girls to enter school. So we left the farm for the winter and moved to Soda Springs town. That winter my husband went to Utah to find work. In the spring we moved back to the farm. The next winter we went to Salt Lake City and bought a house and went back to the farm until harvest was over, then back to Salt Lake City.
December 1913 our fourth son, LaFoy Karol was born, then back to the farm
in the spring. In the spring of 1916 Othella Ervin, our fifth son was born.
About that time we traded our farm in Soda Springs for one in Cassia County.
Which was a bad mistake. We discovered that there was no water for the land.
We left that place and rented a farm in Marion Idaho. There Darrell Elmer
in the year 1918, our sisth child, a boy was born. When this little boy was
22 months old we lost him by his drowning in a canal. Then in 1921 a little
girl, Violet Amanda was born to us. Then in 1923, Delynn Cecil, our seventh
son was born. Making 3 girls and 7 boys in 1925. We left Marion Ward and moved to Pocatello. There we lived a short time. Then we moved to Inkom and stayed there for the summer, and then rensted a small farm a few miles west of Inkom.
We lived there until 1929 then moved back to Pocatello and lived a few
years. Then we bought a 5 acre piece of ground 7 miles south of Pocatello. We
lived there in a little cabin. By now our children had grwon up and left us.
In 1945 we built a 5 room house. We lived there until 1960. Then my husband passed away. I kept the place 3 years when the interstate Hiway came through and bought the land and house. Then I moved to Inkom to live with my daughter Lucy Mae where I am at the present time at the age of 81 years.
Then I bought a trailer house and moved to Tyhee on my sons place, Ervin
Crane's. Was here until 1970.
There she expired July 15, 1970 at the St. Anthony Hospital and was buried
at Inkom Cemetary.
Obituary of Mary Jane Hiatt Crane, 86, Route 2 North, died Wednesday
afternoon in the St. Anthony Community Hospital following an Illness.She was born Dec. 24, 1883, at Harisville, Utah, the daughter of Reuben
and Amanda Rawson Hiatt. On Dec. 17, 1902, she was married to Walter Stanard
Crane in the Salt Lake LDS Temple; he died in 1960.
Mrs. Crane was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and had served in many capacities, including teacher in Sunday school, primary and religion classes; primary counselor, and had been active in the YWMIA and Relief Society.
Survivors include, five sons Lloyd, Wendell, Lafoy O.(Lafe) and O. Ervin
Crane, all of Pocatello, and Delinn C. (Del) Crane, Twin Falls; three
daughters: Namona Tilby, Boise; Lucy Mae Richardson, Inkom, and Violet A.
Baker, Pocatello; 27 grandchildren; 51 great- grandchildren, and 3 great-great grandchildren; a brother, Horace F. Haitt, Rupert. Two sons, Darrel E. and Melvin R., preceded her death.
Funeral services will be conducted Saturday at 1 p.m. in the Seventh LDS
Ward chapel at Tyhee, With Floyd Ward, counselor in the bishopric, officiating.Interment will be in Inkom Cemetery. The family will receive friends Friday from 7 until 9 p.m. at the Manning Funeral Chapel.
B-Early Nibley, OR ward rec F #5033
Bap & End- Salt Lake Temple F #184068 pg 130 #4667
M & sealing-Salt Lake Temple F #186206 pg 288 #5167
D-cert from State of Idaho File #3051
(5003.) MARY JANE HIATT (2897.) (1147.) (395.) (77.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 24-12mo-1883, Harrisville, Weber Co., Utah; m. 17-12mo-1902, to WALTER S. CRANE, son of Arthur and Lucy (--). Crane; b. 10-10mo-1881, Far West, Utah.CH: (6471.) Naomi; (6472.) Lucy Mae; (6473.) Lloyd S.; (6474.) Melvin Royal; (6475.) Wendell Hiatt; (6476.) LaFay; (6477.) Othello Ervin; (6478.) Darrell Elmer; (6479.) Violet Amanda; (6480.) Delin Cecil. (R122).
(6478.) DARRELL ELMER CRANE (5003.) (2897.) (1147.) (395.) (77.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 17-9mo-1918, Island, Idaho; d. 3-7mo-1920. (R122).