Sent by Jeanne Guymon. 2nd wife Thelma Cottam Kinder married 2 Mar 1946,
Sent by Jeanne Guymon Tempe, Ariz.
My mother lived a noble but short life, being but 51 of age at her death,
the 13th of Dec 1942.
With her husband, Clare Howe Olphant, a veteran of WWI, she moved to a
pioneering - homestead in San Juan Co., Utah in 1920. Their second child,
Gertrude was born in Monticello,. They moved to Bluff, south of Blanding, Utah then back to Payson where Clare worked in the sugar factory. Her twin babies, Mack and Maud, lived but short hours after birth; the attending physician told Clare, I have only two hands; would you rather have me save the mother or the babies?
Margaret the fifth child, was also born in Payson 24 Sept 1924; she was a
babe in arms when the family moved to Salt Lake City in a Ford touring car with isinglass curtains and heated bricks and blankes to keep the little ones warm.
Burt, Jeanne and Ruth Alice were born in Salt Lake City. During the time
Clare worked for Mountain Fuel Co., Grand Central Market. The Utah Woolen
Mills (a top traveling salesman) and Zions Cooperative mertantile Institution until the economic crash in 1929 cost him his job. During these years, Mom cared for the children and found time to compose beautiful songs and to lead the first group of Relief Society singers in the famed Mormon Tabernacle on Temple Square.
Clare and Mattie sold their Salt Lake City home for $300. and moved back to the San Juan Co., homestead again in hard pioneering conditions. Mattie had suffered "St. Vitus Dance" (later known as Rheumatic Heart Disease) during her girlhood. This left her with a weakened heart, which now in San Juan Co., almost let her die at the 7000 ft altitude of Monticello. She lay in the hospital in Moab a year.
Clare moved his family. A navy doctor who examied Mattie in the Moab
hospital said, "If you expect his woman to live, you have to get her to the Sea coast." On the way to San Diego, Calif. they stopped at St. George, attending the Temple a few days, she received special blessings there insomuch that from having to be carried, she was again able to walk, and thence cared from her children's needs. Clare purchased an old two story house on tow and one-half acres in National City, Calif. a suburb of San Diego. The family lived here until the summer of 1937, a span of some two years. He traded this place for 1,320 acres in the Missouri Ozark mountains. Pioneering again. As before, Clare built a home. Work was still scarce, but he taught carpentry at the CCC Camps. He traded the Ozark property for 120 acres of rich farm land near Hatton, Audrian Co., Mo. However because of a mortgage on the land, he lost it, being unable to meet even interest payments.
Another move. This time to the Great Northwest by way of Salt Lake City. He visited with former neighbor, Harold B. Lee who told him he need not have moved to San Juan Co., Bro. Lee had had something in mind for him.
On to Seattle. The families first residence was an abandoned chicken coop, after having scraped out the droppings and litter. Clare scouted around and found twenty acres with a well, cistern and eight room 2 story house north of Silverdale. This became "Bezaleel" to the family. We moved there in July 1940.
Mom died on the sixteenth birthday of her son, Bert, right there at Bezaleel with her family around her. Her funeral was held in the Bremerton LDS Ward Chapel, interrment was in the little rural cemetary on the hill above Bezaleel, about four miles north of Silverdale, Wash. Mom had achieved a life long ambition at Bezaleel to have her home paid for and dedicated.
This tribute to my mother I am typing in the sixty-seventh year of my age at home, 455 East 700 Sourth, Orem, Utah on Saturday, the 11 of Jan 1986.
Clare Howe Oliphant Jr.
(6569.) MARTHA GERTRUDE HIATT (5100.) (2931.) (1158.) (402.) (81.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 30-8mo-1891, Payson, Utah; m. in the Salt Lake Temple, 16-5mo-1918, to CLARE HOWE OLIPHANT, son of Charles and Lucinda Abigal (Judd). Oliphant; b. 21-2mo-1888, Kanab, Kane Co., Utah; address: Route l, Box 97, Silverdale, Washington. (Mrs. Oliphant d. 13-12mo-1942, Silverdale, Washington; bur. In Mountain View Cemetery; Mr. Oliphant m. Thelma Cottom. )CH: (7697.) Clare Howe, Jr.; (7698.) Gertrude; (7699.) Mac; (7700.) Maud; (7701.) Margret; (7702.) Burt Hiatt; (7703.) Jeanne; (7704.) Ruth Alice. (R152.)
(7699.) MAC OLIPHANT (6569.) (5100.) (2931.) (1158.) (402.) (81.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 13-9mo-1922, Payson, Utah; d. same date. (R152).
(7700.) MAUD OLIPHANT (6569.) (5100.) (2931.) (1158.) (402.) (81.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 13-9mo-1922, Payson, Utah; d. same date. (R152).
(6576.) EDNA MAY TERVORT (5101.) (2931.) (1158.) (402.) (81.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 7-7mo-1902, Payson, Utah; m. ll-6mo-1924, to VERNAL TWEDE, son of Herman A. and Mary Eliza (Jensen). Twede; b. 22-5mo-1898, Mapleton. Utah.CH: (7733.) Kenneth V.; (7734.) H. Lamar; (7735.) Fred G. (R152).
(7734.) H. LA MAR TWEDE (6576.) (5101.) (2931.) (1158.) (402.) (81.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 15-5m0-1930, Payson, Utah. (R152).
(5101.) ROSA CLEMENTINE HIATT (2931.) (1158.) (402.) (81.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 13-5mo-1874, Payson, Utah; m. 11-6mo-1896, at Provo, Utah, to JOHN FRANKLIN TERVORT, son of Henry and Sarah Rosina (Savage). Tervort (Vagedes).; b. 10-11mo-1864, Payson, Utah; d. 25-8mo-1939, Payson, Utah.CH: (6574.) Clyde Franklin; (6575.) Rosina Ellen; (6576.) Edna May; (6577.) Marie; (6578.) Evva; (6579.) Wilma; (6580.) Iris. (R152.)
Sent by Lenora Schoenfeld.
Picture a boy of eight or so a barefoot boy, with dark eyes, stubby nose
and laughing face; a boy whose father had already taught hima creed, simple
enough for a boy to udnerstand -- yet profound enough for the most learned man to live by. That cree, " Do unto others as you would have other do unto you,"or in a boy's simple language, treat others as you would like to be treated. Such a boy it was who left his home in Mt. Airy, N.C. in 1888 with his parents and three younger brothers and sisters to come to utah to make their home, leaving behind home, friends and loved ones for their new found faith.
The hardships of that first winter in Salem, Utah, left memories and
impressions on his young mind that were never to leave him -- and took wasy the life of his infant sister, Ellen.
After a home was established it was a little easier, but life at best was
hard in those pioneer days and this little boy learned early in life to adapt
himself to any circustance and to make his time and effort count.
As he grew into manhood, a fine upstanding young manhood, he grew also
infaith in the priesthood, until the time arrived for him to marry. He chose
for his bride a lovely dark eyed girl, Harriet Buckley by name, a daughter of
Henry and Sarah Ann Buckely, who home was in Provo. This union was to end
shortly in the tragic death of Harriett and her twin babies in premature birth.
The trial of re-adjusting was very difficult until he met a sweet blue eyed girl by the name of Nora Mitchell, youngest daughter of David A. and
Christianna Mitchell who was to be his life long companion and the mother of
his ten children. Their live was very actively spent in farming and church
work and in shaping the lives of their ten children. Their whole interest was for them. With the same creed he wished to inspire uppermost in their lives. Planted early in their young minds, " Do unto others as you would have others do unto you."
As his children grew up and found employment elsewhere, they gradually
drifted away from the old home town of Payson, until most of them finally
settled in Salt Lake City.
After his retirement they followed and made their home also in Salt Lake.
Finally he had reached his goal. A good family reared , a home of his own.
Not a pretentious home, but comfortable and cozy and above all, his own home.
Here he would spend his reclining years, doing the work he loved, the work of his Heavenly Father, and so he became active again in the High Priest
Quorum, and soon called along with his dear wife to fill a mission in Wells
Stake which, to his great atisfaction, he was able to complete. But then,
tragedy came again, his health failed and suffering became his lot. Suffering which he bore with the patience and fortitude exemplified by his creator.
Now he has left us. Called again on still another mission. His suffering ended, his soul at peace. His was a life of self-sacrifice and devotion to his family and his beliefs in life. A life not rich in wordly goods but filled with the richness of understanding andd love. His was a life which combined all things good as he saw them and as the God he so unceasingly loved gave him the strenghth reach and to bring into being.David Rufus Hiatt: m. (1) Harriet Buckley 12 June 1901 (2) Nora Mitchell
29 Apr 1903 s. 29 Apr 1903 SLLaura Morse, my cousin, says that David Rufus Hiatt was her dad's pal. She said to notice that Nora Mitchell is a sister of "Grammie" Hiatt - Christiana Gertrude Mitchell. She also said that the Hiatts, Mitchells, and Taylors intermarried quite a bit.
(5115.) DAVID RUFUS HIATT (2933.) (1158.) (402.) (81.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 22-2mo-1880, Mt. Airy, Surry Co.; NC.; m. (1st). 12-6mo-1901, at the Salt Lake Temple, Salt Lake City, Utah, to HARRIETT BUCKLEY, dau of Henry and Sarah Ann (Gledhill). Buckley; b. 29-4mo-1880, Provo, Utah; d. 5-1mo-1902, Salem, Utah; m. (2nd). 29-4mo-1903, in the Salt Lake Temple, to NORA MITCHELL; d/o David Alexander and Christiana G. (Frost). Mitchell; b. 10-3MO-1885, Payson, Utah, address: 1783 Park Street, Salt Lake City, Utah.CH: (By first wife). (6631.) David Leland; (6632.) Harriett Luella. (By second wife). (6633.) Bliss Mitchell; (6634.) Rulon Lavere; (6635.) Marva Iris; (6636.) Lenora; (6637.) Lorin D.; (6638.) Ilene; (6639.) Ray Lynn; (6640.) Gordon Arthur; (6641.) Jesse Dean; (6642.) Julia Deon. (R152).
Laura Morse, my cousin, says that David Rufus Hiatt was her dad's pal. She said to notice that Nora Mitchell is a sister of "Grammie" Hiatt - Christiana
Gertrude Mitchell. She also said that the Hiatts, Mitchells, and Taylors
intermarried quite a bit.
Christiana Gertrude Cornelia Oligret FROST
LIFE STORY OF CHRISTIANA G. MITCHELL
Compiled and written by Lenora Hiatt Schoenfeld
Copied by Eleanor N. Tuttle - Feb. 5, 1965
Revised by Veda M. Scott - Oct. 1, 1975
Veda M. Scott gave this history to me about 1988Christiana Gertruid Cornelia Clignet Frost Mitchell, daughter of Philip John Frost and Christiana Gurtruid Clignet Van Lilyveld. She was born on September 7, 1842 in Uitenhage, Union of South Africa.
Philip John Frost, my grandmother's father was educated to be a medical doctor. Since he was financially secure through land and other holdings, he was able to set up his own laboratory for research, and he developed many useful prescriptions which were used for years by his wife and family, and recognized as worthwhile to medicine by his colleagues.
Christiana G. Frost was born into this home, into wealth and culture, and had all the comforts of life. She was well trained in music and was an accomplished pianist. However, she was not taught the simple tasks of keeping house or cooking. It was said she always set a lovely table and enjoyed entertaining.
Christiana's early years were filled with leisure and contentment. She was small, being about five feet two inches tall and slight of build. But her proud bearing and queenly grace commanded attention wherever she went. Her black hair was shining as a raven's wing, and her eyes, equally black, had a piercing quality. There was a rugged determination about her that proved a fortress of strength through the hard pioneering years of her life. Her independent spirit and dauntless courage never failed her, and though she knew that her people had more wealth than they could use, she never once asked for help.
From her girlhood home, which was a spacious estate, she could see the famous Table Mountain. She said she could always tell when it was going to storm, because a cloud which they called the table cloth would settle over the mountain. She had never seen a snow-capped mountain until she came to Zion, but she told her children of the Table Mountain. She later told her children many times amusing stories about the monkeys. They used to catch the monkeys by making a hole in the squash and leaving it so the monkeys would come along and reach inside the squash to get the seeds, but the hole was too small for them to get their hands out when their little fists were clenched holding the seeds. Not wanting to let go, they would sit there and cry until someone would come and pick them up. The monkeys were everywhere, and people had them for pets. They were always imitating the people. At one time there was a man who would throw a sheet around himself and run around scaring people. One day a monkey got a cloth of some kind from a neighbor's clothesline, wrapped it around himself, and followed this man. When the man turned around and saw the little ghost following him, he took off as fast as he could go. A little boy, who was sitting on a log watching the scene called "Run big ghost, the little ghost will catch you."
When Christiana reached sixteen years of age, she was married to David Alexander Mitchell, Jr. He was a son of David Alexander Mitchell, Sr. and Marian McKenzie, and was of Scottish descent. He was born June 10, 1837 in Grahamstown, South Africa. He was of medium build and height, and was very handsome, with brown hair, Scottish blue eyes, and fair skin, and a very kind sweet disposition.
They were devoted to each other, and he thought nothing of walking twenty miles to see her during their courtship. When they decided to get married, it was quite a shock to her parents, because David, being a poor shoemaker's apprentice was not financially able to care for her in the way she was accustomed. However, they were married in the year 1858, and moved into a small home in town. That same year Christiana was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. This proved more than her proud parents could bear, and it caused a break in the family, which was never healed. This finally resulted in her being disinherited. However, her father made the concession that if she would give up that "silly religion" she ha adopted, she and her children would be accepted back into the family circle. It was with great sadness in her heart that she gave her father her final decision, for she loved her father very much and her family meant a great deal to her. She had spent many days with her father in his laboratory helping him at his work and the bond between them was deep. Many of the things she learned while working at his side in his laboratory proved a bulwark of strength in years to come when her knowledge and skill in the use of medicine made her an invaluable aid in the pioneering community which finally became her home.
David did not join the church until two years later, in 1860. Their first child, Elizabeth Esther, was born in 1859 in Port Elizabeth. Later, in Uitenhage, Marian and Amelia came. In 1863, they took their three little girls and a few of their precious possessions and boarded a small sailing vessel headed for the United States, their final destination being Utah, the land of Zion.
It was a raw morning in March. There was a cold wind blowing when they arrived at the pier, Christiana holding a sleeping baby in her arms and David holding the small hand of each of the other two little girls, who were both unhappy at having been disturbed so early in the morning. David looked anxiously about until he recognized their huge box and their smaller bags, and started to board the ship. Christiana stood waiting and watching with mixed emotions, hungrily scanning every foot of the pier, searching every face that approached. Would no one come to see her off? Her mother, her father, her brothers or sisters? Would no one come to see her and wish her Godspeed, to bring their love? David seeing her looking, tried gently to urge her onward to get settled and comfortable aboard ship, but still she hung back. And at last he came, her father, only her father. "Dear, dear father," she said, as he gathered her into his arms. "Dear little Chrissie, may God be with you. May you find the happiness you are seeking. But remember, if you should change your mind and decide to give up this ridiculous religion, we will always welcome you back." "But Father, don't you see? I have found happiness. I have found what all mankind is seeking." She saw the disappointment and heartache in his face and quickly said, "Give mother my love and all the others, and don't worry about us, Father. Everything is going to be just wonderful, and thank you, oh thank you for coming." She turned a walked resolutely up the gang plank.
It was a long hard voyage across the Atlantic. They went through storms where the wind was blowing so hard and the waves were so high that the ship would rock until the candles would blow out and they would be in total darkness. During the voyage, little Amelia became so very ill, they were afraid for her life. They kept the baby hidden away in Grandmother's cabin, not daring to let the captain of the ship know how desperately ill she was, as it was a very small, light sailing vessel and sharks sometimes followed after these ships when the smell of death was there. It was said they sometimes even attacked the vessels and tipped them over and everyone, ship and all, was lost. It was therefore, one of the hard rules of the ship that if anyone was fatally ill onboard ship and sharks were trailing the ship, the captain ordered the ailing one thrown into the sea. These dear parents could not endure this thought so they and many of the converts spent most of their time in grandmother's cabin, fasting and praying that little Amelia's life might be spared. Strangely, the captain did not bother to investigate the reason for the group gathering so frequently in the Mitchell cabin. No doubt he thought, these Mormons are a queer lot of people anyway.
The prayers for Amelia were answered, for she did survive until they were on land. They rested in New York for a few weeks to let her gain strength, then began their journey, crossing the plains on their way to Utah. How very heart breaking it was then to lose their little one, but they dressed her in the best clothes they had, and after burying her on the plains, they had to turn away and go, never again to see that little grave. Christiana sighed heavily as she climbed aboard the covered wagon to go onward-ever onward. The burden of her emotion was almost more than she could bear. She breathed a prayer for the little grave she was leaving behind a wondered what might lie in store for the little life stirring inside of her.
They came to Utah in an independent wagon train led by Captain Patterson. They traveled three months on the sea and another three months on land, and arrived in Utah in September, 1863. There they were directed by Brigham Young to help establish the settlement of Payson.
Shortly thereafter, April 23, 1864, another child, David Alexander was born. They didn't have a home of their own yet in which Christiana might have her child, so a neighbor, whom they called Auntie Wilson, took her into her home, which was a half block from where their new home was being built. "Auntie" Caroline Wilson was a convert from Australia. She arrived in Payson only a short time before the Mitchell family. She was tall and slim and moved about with quick adept movements. She was always busy and seemed to have boundless energy. Her great heart was filled with compassion and love, and her great joy was in serving others. She, too, had left everything behind when she came to Utah and she and Christiana Mitchell became fast friend-more than friends, in fact, they were mother, sister, friend, and all to each other. They raised their families together, took care of each other through confinement, helped each other through illness and death, and share each other's joy and sorrow.
During the following years, there were eight more children born to David and Christiana, in an unfinished house. As the house grew, the family grew. The house consisted of only one room when Philip John was born. Later there were three rooms and then a central stair and another half on the ground floor, plus adequate bedrooms upstairs. It was a lovely home when it was finally finished.
Philip John was born in the one room log house. Then followed James Archibald, Robert McKenzie, Christiana Gertrude, Ephraim Arthur, Cornelia, Henrietta, and Rachel Ann. Nora, their thirteenth and last child was the only one born in the finished home in 1885, about twenty years after they arrived in Utah.
It was a long hard struggle to get their home built and acquire the furniture they needed, and both Christiana and David worked hard. They were able to raise all their children to adulthood except little Amelia, and Cornelia who was born in 1876 and died in 1877.
Though they were not able to bring many possessions with them over the ocean and across the plains, Christiana did manage to bring some of her jewels. Later, her parents sent them gifts of very fine clothing. During their trials and financial difficulties, it became necessary to sell these jewels and clothes in order to make ends meet. Many of these things were bought by Amy V. Hancock.
There followed years of hard work, back breaking, heart breaking work for both of them, during these years of bearing a family and building a home in a wilderness. David rented a farm from the Dixon family and spent many daylight hours farming, making cheese, selling butter and eggs, cheese and other crops. Then, when others were at rest, he spent his night time hours in his shoe shop making shoes for his fellow townspeople. He was skilled at his trade and took great pride in doing his work well. The last job to be done Saturday night was polishing the family shoes, and as many as twelve pairs of shoes stood in a neat row for Sunday morning and Sunday School. The children often asked if their father ever went to bed, because he was always up and at work when they got up in the morning, and was still working when they went to bed at night.
David did manage, through all their hardships to get his wife an organ, so that she could begin teaching music lessons. One of her pupils was John J. McClelland, who later became a tabernacle organist. He received his first training from her. Christiana said that even then, during his first lessons she could see that he had a great talent. He was so small when she taught him that his feet could not reach the pedals, yet he could play Nearer My God to Thee until it would just make you cry.
The education that Christiana received through assisting her father in developing his medicines later helped her in caring for the sick. She knew how to make poultices and dress wounds, and people could call on her when they needed care. She was said to have a God given talent as a nurse.
Their children often said there were never better parents in the world. Christiana's voice was never raised in anger, but her word was not to be trifled with. Rachel and Nora told of the day their mother made soap. When she had it all done and "poured" to set, she called the three girls together, Henrietta, or Ettie, as she was called, being the oldest, Rachel, and Nora, and said to them, "Now this soap is all finished and I've put it here to dry or set. Now don't touch it. You must play somewhere else for a little while." Well, when Mother had gone about her duties, the girls had great fun carving their names and various patterns in the soap. Of course, very shortly mother appeared on the scene, and after scanning the situation she simply said, "Girls, I told you not to touch the soap." She walked over to the apple tree and broke off a small willow. The two little girls stood in fear and trembling, knowing full well what to expect. But Ettie took off on a run. Mother called; "Ettie, if you run from me you'll get another whipping for running away." Well, Nora and Rachel took their whipping and shortly went back to play, but Ettie hid behind the lilac bush all afternoon. Occasionally she peeked out and called, "What's Ma doing now, Rachel?" To which Rachel would reply, "Oh, she's forgotten all about it now, Ettie, come out and play." But Ettie remained in hiding until time to clean up. For the girls always were washed and combed and had fresh aprons on when father came home from work. The three of them together walked down to the corner to meet him and walked back with him to the house, where they all climbed aboard his great cart and had a session of talking over the events of the day, punctuated by expressions of the deep affection that existed between them. On this day when cleanup time came, Mother called, "Come in, girls, it's time to get cleaned up. Ettie dared not remain longer behind the bush, and anyway, Mother sounded so calm and sweet. So they all went in and got washed and combed and put on their clean dresses, which always buttoned down the back. When it came Ettie's turn to have her dress buttoned, Mother turned her about, buttoned her dress, and picked up her little switch, which she had laid on the window sill. Then she calmly administered a few whacks to the nether section. Then she turned her around, looked her squarely in the eye and said, "Now Ettie, that was for getting in the soap." She then repeated the process and again looking into her eyes, she said, "That was for running away." And the issue was closed.
The girls said they cannot remember father ever punishing them, though they remember he was firm with the boys, and only once did he speak crossly to Rachel. She was so broken hearted at having displeased her father that she retired privately to the rear of the barn where she sat sobbing in remorse. Before long, her mother came by and saw her there. She went in and said, "Pa, do you know you have a broken hearted little girl out behind the barn?" So Pa went out and knelt down on one knee and took her upon the other, and with great kindness and gentleness explained to her why what she had done was wrong and how he wanted her to always do right because he loved her and wanted her to be happy and that happiness comes from doing what is right.
Their father always showed great love for them and used to bring them small gifts occasionally from town. How they loved to search his pockets when they were all piled in his great "captains chair" together. Mostly it was candy and small trinkets, but one day they found three pairs of gold ear rings, each sized to fit the three little girls. It was customary in those days for young girls to have their ears pierced and wear a small circular type of gold ear rings. Those were cherished possessions to the three girls for all their lives.
Due to their trials and years of hard work, both Christiana and David grew old before their time, and did not live long to enjoy the luxury of their lovely home.
One day when all the older boys were in town, the horses got out of the corral and ran all over the farm. They would run back up to the corral gate and away they would go again. Being all alone it was a tremendous task for David to round up those horses and bring them back. The young girls who were watching said this was the only time they heard their father swear. After this episode, he never had good health again, but steadily failed through the winter. Finally they moved off the farm and went back to their own home. They bought him a special chair to recline in for he could no longer lie down.
The children had always kissed their parents good night, so one evening the following spring, Rachel came to her father's door to kiss him good night. Seeing Sam Francom, a friend who was sitting with her father, she stopped and just stood there quietly. Her father, always being so gentle and kind, said to her, "Don't be afraid, come in and give me a kiss." Then he put his arm around her and said, "Rachel, you are a good girl, and I want you to promise me you always will be." The next morning boys came upstairs and told their younger sisters that their father had passed away. He was only fifty-three years old. When the little girls came downstairs that morning on March 9, 1891, they found their father had been washed and laid out with a sheet over him. Sam Francom was bathing his face in saltpeter water, which was the way they used to preserve the skin.
Now Christiana was left alone at the age of forty-eight with the three younger girls and Arthur to care for. Her own health was failing, and things got progressively worse until she too died five years later at the age of fifty-three of a growth in her stomach. With her until the last was her dear friend and "sister," Auntie Wilson, who lovingly performed those last services of washing and "laying out" the body and changing the wet saltpeter cloth on the face until the time for burial, as their dear friend Sam Francom had done for David. She died on March 6, 1896, and was buried on the 9th of March, just five years after her husband had died.
Shortly before her death, Christiana called her youngest son, Arthur, to her and made her wishes known to him. It was her request that Arthur remain in the home and take care of the girls. So for one year the four of them lived together, but when school was out that year, Arthur went to Eureka to work in the mines, and while there he met and married the girl of his choice. They did not go back to the family home to live. Instead he stored all the family furniture, and treasures, etc., in the upstairs rooms and rented the rest of the house.
During the time the house was rented, the upstairs rooms were looted and many family treasures and heirlooms were lost. Finally, it was decided among the brothers and sisters to empty the house and settle the estate, giving one of them the opportunity to buy the house. Who the fortunate one would be was to be decided by lottery. Since Arthur had been left in charge of the home, he went ahead and cleaned it out according to his own judgment. Many things he discarded and burned, not realizing of what value they might be to someone else. Among the possessions destroyed was the Old Dutch Bible, one of the choicest possessions that Christiana brought with her from South Africa. It must have been given to her grandmother Van Lilyveld, for it was printed in Dutch. In the center pages, provided for that purpose, she recorded the story and statistics of her life and that of her family. Since she was just as familiar with the Dutch language as she was with the English, she continued to use the Dutch language. Many times in the evening after her household tasks were finished, she sat by candlelight, writing with her feather quill pen in the journal while awaiting David's return from his work. Birth dates, wedding, deaths, and other situations vital to her family were recorded, as well as the story of her early life, their journey across the sea and across the plains, and events that followed the heart throbs of raising their family. The good times and the bad, all lovingly recorded for her precious family. The loss of the Dutch Bible was a great disappointment; a tragedy and a heart ache to other members of the family. But when approached on the subject, Arthur said, "Well, what good was it? It was all written in Dutch and no one could read it."
Since many of the earlier statistics were lost, this story has been written from those statistics actually available and from memory as told me by my own dear mother, Nora Mitchell Hiatt and her sister Rachel Mitchell Forbush.
photographer from Provo.
(6577.) MARIE TERVORT (5101.) (2931.) (1158.) (402.) (81.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 19-4mo-1906, Payson, Utah; m. at the Manti (Utah). Temple, 12-6mo-1929, to O. BLAINE LARSON, son of T.C. and Martha Teenie (Worthen). Larson; b. 9-10mo-1906, Provo, Utah.CH: (7736.) Orlo Blaine; (7737.) Thomas Franklin; (7738.) Louise. (R152).