Sent by Ethel Hiatt. The couple lived for a short time in Wilmington, Ohio. While there they had their first child, who they named Elihu. The family then mvoed to town of Salem in Marion Co., Ohio. Here they lived ten years.
(395.) REUBEN HIATT (77.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. c1796, Grayson Co., Va.; d. 5 June (or Jan.?). 1840, Brighton, Washington Co., Iowa; m. 13 September 1817, Clinton Co., Ohio, to MARY STOUT, d/o John and Ann (Hobson). Stout; b. 16-3mo-1797, Orange Co., NC.; d. 23 February 1848/9, Brighton, Washington Co., Iowa. From Ohio to Iowa in 1833.CH: (1147.) Elihu; (1148.) Stephen; (1149.) Lavina; (1150.) Matilda; (1151.) Charles; (1152.) Reuben; (1153.) Samuel Moore; (1154.) Mary.
Caesars Creek Mo. Mtg., Clinton Co., Ohio:
30-1mo-1818 - Reuben Hiett condemned his marriage contrary to discipline.
24-4mo-1818 - Reuben Hiatt granted a certificate to Center Mo. Mtg., Ohio.Center Mo. Mtg., Clinton Co., Ohio:
18-7mo-1818 - Reuben Hiatt received on certificate from Caesars Creek Mo. Mtg., dated 24-4mo-1818.
20-6mo-1818 - Mary Hiatt received by request.
13-2mo-1833 - Reuben Hiatt disowned for disunity.
13-11mo-1839 - (1833 on original records -- editor.) Mary Hyatt, wife of Reuben, and children Elihu, Stephen, Martha (Martilda on original -- editor.), Charles, Reuben and Samuel M. (More on original -- editor.), granted to certificate to Salem Mo. Mtg., Iowa. (R57).While in Salem, five children were added to the family. The family then moved to Morresville, Ind. and here a son was born, Samuel Moore. The family moved again in about 1836 to Ill. where the final child was born, Mary. Making a total of eight children. The family settled in Brighton, Washington Co., Iowa. It was here that Reuben died.
NOTE: (Larry Anderson) I visited Brighton, Washington Co., IA about 1990 because of my PICKENS side of my family who had moved there in 1851. As I then went to Washington, Washington Co., IA to look for records, I there discovered the marriage records as well as other family records in the local court house, purely by luck. The clerk allowed me to go thru the old books and records as they did not have the time, so discovered many things of these families. Also, found a family cemetery of the STOUT families but did not have time to go thru it. There seems to be many families that stayed there and continued to be part of the community to this day. Sure would be nice to spend time and go thru all the records and families and to look thru the old cemetery. Larry Anderson
Sent by Connie Dabel. D/o John Stout and Ann Hobson. John was born 5 Dec 1767 at Cane Creek, Orange Co., N.C. and died 26 Feb 1836, Clinton Co., Ohio. He was the son of Charles Stout and Mary Noblett. Ann Hobson was born Nov 1769 in Chatam Co., N.C. and died 3 Sept 1834 Clinton Co., Ohio. She was the daughter of Steven Hobson and Ann Barnes.
Mary remarried Mr. Dempsey Gatlin, Washington, Washington Co., Iowa 28 May 1845, see Early to 1850 Marriage of Iowa.
(1149.) to (1152.) No further record.
(1149.) to (1152.) No further record.
(396.) GIDEON HIATT (77.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. c1793 (?)., Grayson Co., Va.; m. 5 August 1819 (date of marriage bond, Clinton Co., Ohio)., to MARY THATCHER. To Indiana by 1820, but removed by 1830. Descendants have not been traced.Caesars Creek Mo. Mtg., Clinton Co., Ohio:
28-5mo-1819 - Gideon Hiatt granted a certificate to Center Mo. Mtg., Ohio. (Date should be 29-5mo-1818 -- ed.)Center Mo. Mtg., Clinton Co., Ohio:
15-8mo-1818 - Gideon Hiatt received on certificate from Caesars Creek Mo. Mtg., dated 29-5mo-1818.
18-3mo-1820 - Gideon Hiatt condemned his marriage out of unity.
18-11mo-1820 - Gideon Hiatt granted a certificate to Springfield Mo. Mtg., Indiana.(In 1821 Gideon Hiatt removed from Springfield Mo. Mtg., Ind., to Cherry Grove Mo. Mtg., Randolph Co., Indiana. R98).
1820 Census, Wayne Co., Indiana: Gideon Hiatt - 1 male aged 26 to 45; 1 female aged 16 to 26.
See Deeds book, Washington Co., IA
Jesse HIATT to George Roberts, Fairfield, Washington Co., IA, pg. 408 #35. April 3, 1843 - May 23, 1844
Deed Book B pg. 17 N 1/2 NW 1/4 Sec 20 T 9 8WMarriages, pg. 122, 232 ad 353
Henry Hyatt (HIATT)
Elihu H. HIATTJesse HIATT & Alice his wife
Stephen S. HIATT 4 April 1843.
Jesse and Albrania HYATT 4 April 1843
(Abrania)(397.) JESSE HIATT (77.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 12-3mo-1801, Grayson Co., Va.; m. 3 March 1824, in Randolph Co., Indiana, by William Hunt, M. E. minister, to ALVINA PUCKETT. Descendants have not been traced.1830 Census, Randolph Co., Indiana: Jesse Hiatt - 1 male aged 20 to 30, 1 male aged 5 to 10, 1 male aged under 5; 1 female aged 20 to 30, 1 female aged 15 to 20, 1 female aged under 5.
See Deeds book, Washington Co., IA
Jesse HIATT to George Roberts, Fairfield, Washington Co., IA, pg. 408 #35. April 3, 1843 - May 23, 1844
Deed Book B pg. 17 N 1/2 NW 1/4 Sec 20 T 9 8WMarriages, pg. 122, 232 ad 353
Henry Hyatt (HIATT)
Elihu H. HIATTJesse HIATT & Alice his wife
Stephen S. HIATT 4 April 1843.
Jesse and Albrania HYATT 4 April 1843
(Abrania)(397.) JESSE HIATT (77.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 12-3mo-1801, Grayson Co., Va.; m. 3 March 1824, in Randolph Co., Indiana, by William Hunt, M. E. minister, to ALVINA PUCKETT. Descendants have not been traced.1830 Census, Randolph Co., Indiana: Jesse Hiatt - 1 male aged 20 to 30, 1 male aged 5 to 10, 1 male aged under 5; 1 female aged 20 to 30, 1 female aged 15 to 20, 1 female aged under 5.
Sent by Ethel Claunch.
JAMES FRANKLIN HIATT SR.
By Jeanne Oliphant Guymon
A grand-daughter - daughter of Martha Gertrude Hiatt OliphantJames Franklin Hiatt Sr. was born on the 12th of June 1871 in Payson, Utah. He was the second child born to his parents, James Madison and Martha Ellen Taylor Hiatt. They had emigrated West from North Carolina in 1869.
As he was growing up in Payson, Utah he was expected to help in the daily activities about the home. They produced most all of their food on their acreage in Payson. They had cows , chickens, pigs, and they raised vegetables in their garden. They planted fruit trees and the home was becoming a little paradise for them. When he was about five years old, the family moved from their small one-roomed log home they had built with their industry and hard work into a new five-roomed adobe house which they had also built.
When James Franklin was only fifteen years old, his father died. He went with his father to the canyon to get their winter's supply of wood. It was while they were there that his father became sick They had taken two teams and two wagons. With much difficulty they got home safely. He died from the effects of typhoid fever a number of days after this incident.
James became the man of the house and helped his mother to "keep the home fires burning" for six years until he was married at the age of twenty-one. He married Christiana Gertrude Mitchell on the 19th of November 1890 in the Salt Lake Temple. They lived for a time with his mother.
Their first child, (my mother) Martha Gertrude Hiatt was born the 30th of August 1891 in the home of Martha Ellen Taylor Hiatt.
His wife's family had emigrated from South Africa in 1863 soon after they became members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. So they were pioneers in the city of Payson just as Jame's family had been. James and Gertrude had much in common in which to build a life together.
They built a home with their thrift and hard work much as their parents had done. This home was a model of industry and thrift. My mother, Martha Gertrude Hiatt Oliphant tells the story this way:
My parents lived for a time with my grandmother, who had been a widow. Then Grandma, who, as I see now, was a business genius, helped her son to acquire a piece of virgin sagebrush land next to her own, and lent him $800 to build a home on this land for his family.
This home in which I grew up ;was a model of industry and thrift. It was constructed of brick and native lumber and shingles made in the mountains nearby at sawmills. It was a clean, light, restful place, and in my early childhood had no trees etc. around it until they had time to grow after my father and mother planted them. It was windswept and dry at first. But irrigation ditches were dug, the yard was scraped down with my father and his team at hard labor, so the water could be run in on them to make plants grow. An orchard for family use was planted, a little at a time. A lawn and a hedge were planted. The house was painted and redecorated as funds became available. At first the walls were white-washed with lime. The carpets consisted of rag ones, home-made on a loom. My mother made her own first carpet --cut and sewed carpet rags from old bits of clothing, and wound them into balls eight inches in diameter. Grandma had a carpet loom and my mother wove the carpet on it. As the family grew, more room was necessary. The attic came into its own as bedrooms, with a good staircase up to them. An then a cellar was added by digging under the floor of the northwest room and hauling the dirt out through an opening made in the foundation of the house and wheeling the dirt in a wheelbarrow up a plank on an inclined plane. The cellar was then cemented and a nice window left and screened where the exit had been, and the cellar stairs were under the stairs that led upstairs.
In this home we had plenty of the foods we hear so much about over the radio now as having so much vitamins. There was milk and butter and cream and buttermilk and dutch cheese and whole-wheat mush and good bread and honey and meat of various kinds, and garden produce of every kind, raised in our own garden, and fruits of all kinds that grow in Utah, and berries, etc. All these things in abundance.
There were things cultural too. Ma was an accomplished pianist or organist. She played beautifully. And she taught us the beauties of music and tried to make musicians of us like she was herself. May mother was a lady. She used no slang, told no vulgar stories, indulged in no acts of questionable character. She taught us to be honest and never try to hide any questionable behavior. She had a powerful presence; I wished always to please her, never to get any look or slightest word of disdain from her. She was undoubtedly the strongest force that shaped my life.
My parents were the parents of one girl and three boys besides me. I was named Martha for my paternal grandmother, and Gertrude for maternal grandmother, and also for my mother. I was born August 30, 1891. ---- On December 19, 1892 my sister was born. She was named Cornelia for another name of my maternal grandmother, whose maiden name was Christiana Gertrude Cornelia Clagnette Frost. Her married name was Mitchell. Ma called my sister Cora, and I was known as Mattie. We grew in stature and in years and understanding. In our baby-hood our father was called on a mission. I cannot recall his going. He went to North Carolina to preach Mormonism among his father's and mother's kindred. He spent two years as a missionary. I recall his returning. Ma took us and went to Salt Lake City to meet him on his return. It was a glad reunion.
I forgot to tell of life while Pa was away on his mission. I recall how Ma worked keeping the home fires burning. She had a brindle cow we called Old Red to give the milk to feed us. Such good milk it was -- rich and yellow. Old Red had crumpled horns and long, freckled teats six inches long. And she was hard to milk. Ma paid for it by milking it only! Ma climbed on top of the haystack in winter, knee-deep in snow, and cut the hay with a hay knife to feed Old Red so she could feed us! And she tended her flock of chickens and pig so we could have eggs and meat to eat. And we kept well and I was happy in the security and dependability of my mother's capabilities and strength.
My mother's youngest sisters stayed with us at night sometimes to keep us company, and went to school in the daytime. Aunt Nora and Aunt Rachel Mitchell, they were.
At the return of my father from his mission I didn't know him. I whispered to ma, "Ma, who is that man?" and she said, "Why, that's your Pa! Don't you know him?"
He was never very demonstrative to his children. He was inclined to be cross and harsh and showed little affection to us. He was prone to laugh at us and ridicule us, or else scold us, thinking we ought to know more than we seemed to know. ---- But he was not without affection for us, as numerous incidents prove. At Christmas time he locked himself up with wood and tools and made a little cradle for me, and a little cupboard, and another time a sled out of broken hayrake teeth that he bent in his blacksmith shop for runners. He fastened these to a board to ride on, and that made many sled rides available for us. We got skates one Christmas. And the year I was in the third grade we got the smallpox. What a dreary Christmas we had.
But I'm getting ahead of my story. On May 27, 1897, my brother, James Franklin was born. He was a wailing infant. I think he must have been hungry much of the time. He had what was known as the "white mouth" and was seriously sick. Ma had her hands too full. She couldn't seem to cope with the situation at times. She got Dr. Hall's Canker Medicine to give James F. I don't know how she managed it, but she finally got him through that serious sickness. But he was so thin and pale and cried so much Ma used to put him in the baby buggy for me to push him about, and he would keep quiet then. One time, on washday, I pushed him out on the rocks in front of the house where the lawn was some day to grow, but where boulders as big as my head held sway at that time. I pushed the baby buggy over one of those boulders and James F., fell out on the rocks. That broke his arm, and I think the bones of his poor arm never grew straight any more. They put splints on the arm and tried to do the best they could. He suffered intensely because of that. I was not very old when this happened and had only a child's judgment.
Now, about that winter I was a third grade school child. The school was a one-room school up by the flour mill. At mid-winter our family -- every member-- was sick, had smallpox. Since then vaccination has been perfected, but that winter all Payson had it! The town almost every house, was quarantined. A man was hired by the city to take a district of the town. Several men -- one for each district -- went on horseback each day to take our grocery order and fill it and return it to us, so nobody would go without absolute necessities. An orange piece of calico 9 x 12 inches, nailed to a piece of wood was nailed as a quarantine sign at each home so infested. This would get wet with snow and rain and blow out stiff and straight and freeze that way -- so it looked like a piece of orange sheet metal. During the time we were quarantined Ma took it herself. Her face was pitted seriously. And worse than all, my brother, Ralph, was on his way. This sickness induced his premature birth. He almost didn't make the grade. One day he lay in the buggy as though he were dead. Ma cried aloud and prayed aloud for him He rallied and lived to become a man, through her love and faith and prayers. (Ralph Kleo Hiatt was born 9 December 1900.)
There was one more addition to my mother's family. That was the coming of my brother, Lewis Mitchell Hiatt. He was the youngest. He was born January 23, 1907. He grew to manhood and took his father's place in the sun.
Eight grade graduation found Cora matured and about to be ushered into wife hood. She managed to go to school at high school two years. Then she married Frank Taylor. I continued in high school and graduated at the spring of 1912 with honors. I got a scholarship ;to go to the University on. In the fall of 1912 I went to the University of Utah. My dear friends, Irene and Susie Simons, were going there, and I wanted desperately to go along with them and have company I was acquainted with. But just at the time for me to go, Ma was taken very sick. She miscarried a baby girl. She thought she overdid herself tending Clare Taylor, Cora's baby, and induced the miscarriage. She and Pa mourned over the loss of that baby.
James Franklin Hiatt had a gift for writing. He wrote a composition entitled " The First Settlers Story". He wrote another - "Hello - Good-bye" which I will quote hereafter. This was read at his funeral at his request. It was written June 24, 1952. James Franklin Hiatt Sr. wrote this while he was in "Utah County Welfare Infirmary".
Hello - Good-bye
Two words in the English language vastly different, though exactly the same. Used more than any other. Producing more real joy and fame, than all else by the name.
To explain a little further, and make things a little more plain.
Imagine yourself a standing at nearest end of a land a-waiting for your turn to come to hear the words, "Hello, It's a boy! Welcome son." And so with that - good-bye starts.
Down the lane with honest heart. Determined to do your full part in carrying on the program thus begun. And finally, at the point where you cease to view things going forward, only from the rear.
And finally the time doth come, to separate from these cheerful scenes and Say Good-bye. And Hello and Good-bye.
The two words separate and the same, discovered at the latest end of the lane.
****************Life Story of James Franklin Hiatt Sr.
Written 1985 by his daughter-in law, Edith Taylor Hiatt.James F. and Gertrude had two girls, Martha Gertrude (Mattie) born 30 August 1891 and Cornelia (Cora) born 19 December 1892 when James F. was called to go to the Southern States Mission. He was set apart by President S.B. Young on February 2, 1894. This was hard for him to leave his wife of just over three years and his two little girls one and two years old. he wanted to do his duty and believed as Nephi had said, That the Lord asks nothing of his people unless a way is provided that it may be accomplished." With a heavy heart, he left for his mission traveling without purse or script eating where he was invited, and sleeping where a bed was offered which was sometimes under the stars. It is believed he traveled by train to the mission field. Gertrude took care of the children and farm animals, and did all the things a woman could do to care for her children.
In one of James F.'s letters sent to Gertrude just before being released he tells her of his love and concern for her, and of his plans for coming home. "When I return to my loved ones in Zion with a clear conscience, I think often of the joyous times I am returning to, and if I look at your pictures when in such a study, it seems like I just can't stand it longer. I pray that we may both be contented till the time comes, as much as possible and then have the happy privilege of being able to enjoy ourselves many years to come. There has been many people who, when they look at your pictures, as well as other say that Utah affords the most healthy looking people they ever say. May the Lord bless you with every needful blessing is the prayer of your loving husband, James F. Hiatt." (letter in possession of Lewis M. Hiatt) No date is given of his mission release. it is believed it was in the summer of 1896.
Three more children were born into the family of James F. and Gertrude. These children were: James Franklin Jr. born 22 May 1897, Ralph Kleo born 9 December 1900 and Lewis Mitchell born 23 January 1907. James F. Sr.'s mother, Martha Ellen, helped him obtain a parcel of ground at Eighth South and Third West in Payson - Highway 91. Here James F. built a three-room brick home. It is not know if this was before or after his mission. The house was built on a rock foundation. The walls were of adobe with a red brick facing. The ceilings were high as was the custom in those days. The house was cool in the summer and warm in the winter. After the house was built, he dug a cellar under the northwest room. This was done by pick and shovel. A window was made in the foundation and a scraper was lowered into the excavation and the dirt was pulled out by a horse on the outside attached to a long chain. Later he built a kitchen, bathroom, and utility porch on the west, and two bedrooms were finished upstairs. What started to be a three-room house became a large comfortable home. Barns and granaries were built. Fruit trees were planted as apricots, pears, peaches, apples, cherries, and grapes. When the trees produced fruit, James F. would peddle the fruit in Goshen and other towns. This was done by horses and wagon. He had horses, cows, and pigs. Gertrude would churn the cream into butter and it was of such good quality it was in demand.
In the fall the Indians would camp on the hill west of the barn. The Indians would shuck corn and do other odd jobs to pay for fruit which they dried and took to their winter camp grounds for food. The Indians became friends and would come back year after year.
James F. worked with his mother helping care for her farm until the time of her death 2 March 1909. His mother's farm was divided between the two boys and one sister. James F. then bought more farmland. it was his desire to have his children live close to him. Marth (Mattie) married Clare Oliphant and moved away. Cornelia (Cora) married Frank Taylor and farming was not his ambition. Frank died in 1918 of the flu. Cora married Angus Pierce and they moved to Idaho. James F. Jr. married Leah Bowen and he studied electricity and made that his life work. Ralph farmed until he married Ida T. Lee. He then worked at Geneva and farmed on the side. Lewis married Edith Taylor and made farming his life work. The depression of the 1930's was hard on James F. Sr. The Federal Land Bank held a mortgage on all of his farm ground. There was no money to pay the loan payments. The Federal Land Bank started foreclosure; however, Ralph and Lewis were able to save most of the farm from the foreclosure.
James F.s wife, Gertrude, his life companion who loved him and supported him, always encouraging him for forty years, died suddenly of a stroke on November 15, 1931 at the age of 59. His life was empty, his light had gone out, he had lost the desire to carry on.
Ralph lived home with his father until he married then James F. lived alone. He became very lonely and on 11 June 1937 he married Olive A. Maddox. This marriage failed. On 2 June 1944 he married Sarah Jasperson and this marriage ended in divorce also. No one could take the place in his life of Gertrude. James F. Jr., Ralph, and Lewis did all they could to help him. The church had always been of great importance to him. He had held many callings in most organizations. He taught Sunday School, Priesthood, read the scriptures and could understand the principles. He loved to sing and directed the music at different times in most of the organizations. He had a true base voice and sang in choirs and male choruses. he gave readings that brought tears to the eyes of many as he recited his story, "The First Settlers Story," and Betsey and I Are Out". The Church was his comfort the rest of his life. He attended all his meetings and enjoyed his association with the members. He was anxious that his grandchildren get to church meetings and would call for them when they needed a ride.
James F. Hiatt Sr. was a portly man. He held his head high and his back straight. He stood about five feet ten inches high with dark hair. He was very religious and studied the gospel He was hard working and enjoyed watching and growing crops. Farming was his occupation following the example of his father and grandfather. he lived to see many changes. His father farmed with oxen teams and then horses. In later years tractors were used on farms. In his early days he would drive a team of horses on the coach that was used at funerals for burying purposes. A bicycle was one of his means of transportation, and he was known to ride it as far as Provo. When cars became more plentiful, he owned one. His last car was a 1930 Model A Ford, which he drove as long as he was able to drive. He never had the opportunity to ride an airplane.
The last few years of his life, James F. developed hardening of the arteries. He would black out because not enough oxygen would get to his brain. He needed constant care so he was placed in a rest-home in Provo. He died there on 14 February 1954 at the age of 82.
At the funeral of James F. his good life was told. The speeches told of him being a stalwart in the Church, a balance wheel in his community. They told of his strong testimony that he bore of the divinity of our Savior, his love for the Church, of his kindness and honesty. He was buried in the Payson Cemetery by the side of his dear wife.
Children of James Franklin and Christiana Gertrude Mitchell:
1. Martha Gertrude born 30 August 1891-Married Clare Oliphant 16 May 1918 Died 13 December 1942
2. Cornelia (Cora) born 19 December 1892 - Married Franklin Hugh Taylor 23 November 1911 - He died 11 August 1918 - Married (2) Angus Pierce 20 October 1920 - He died 12 January 1946. - Married (3) George S. Taggart, 12 October 1955 He died ? She died 17 January 1961
3. James Franklin Hiatt, Jr. born 27 May 1897 - Married Leah Ann Bowen 14 February 1916.- She died 28 January 1963. - Married (2) Viola Butler Ivy 15 May 1964. He died 2 December 1980.
4. Ralph Kleo Hiatt born 9 December 1900. Married Ida May Throckmorton Lee - 7 August 1934. - She died 21 November 1961. Married (2) Dora Alice Crook -5 October 1962. He died 31 March 1973
5. Lewis Mitchell Hiatt born 23 January 1907. Married Edith Taylor 16 October 1929.(5100.) JAMES FRANKLIN HIATT SR. (2931.) (1158.) (402.) (81.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 12-6mo-1871, Payson, Utah; m. 19-11mo-1890, to CHRISTIANA GERTRUDE MITCHELL, d/o David Alexander and Christiana Gertrude Cornelia Clagnet (Frost). Mitchell; b. 10-4mo-1872; d. 15-11mo-1931.CH: (6569.) Martha Gertrude; (6570.) Cornelia (Cora).; (6571.) James Franklin Jr.; (6572.) Ralph Kleo; (6573.) Lewis Mitchell. (R152).
Sent by Ethel Claunch.
JAMES FRANKLIN HIATT SR.
By Jeanne Oliphant Guymon
A grand-daughter - daughter of Martha Gertrude Hiatt OliphantJames Franklin Hiatt Sr. was born on the 12th of June 1871 in Payson, Utah. He was the second child born to his parents, James Madison and Martha Ellen Taylor Hiatt. They had emigrated West from North Carolina in 1869.
As he was growing up in Payson, Utah he was expected to help in the daily activities about the home. They produced most all of their food on their acreage in Payson. They had cows , chickens, pigs, and they raised vegetables in their garden. They planted fruit trees and the home was becoming a little paradise for them. When he was about five years old, the family moved from their small one-roomed log home they had built with their industry and hard work into a new five-roomed adobe house which they had also built.
When James Franklin was only fifteen years old, his father died. He went with his father to the canyon to get their winter's supply of wood. It was while they were there that his father became sick They had taken two teams and two wagons. With much difficulty they got home safely. He died from the effects of typhoid fever a number of days after this incident.
James became the man of the house and helped his mother to "keep the home fires burning" for six years until he was married at the age of twenty-one. He married Christiana Gertrude Mitchell on the 19th of November 1890 in the Salt Lake Temple. They lived for a time with his mother.
Their first child, (my mother) Martha Gertrude Hiatt was born the 30th of August 1891 in the home of Martha Ellen Taylor Hiatt.
His wife's family had emigrated from South Africa in 1863 soon after they became members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. So they were pioneers in the city of Payson just as Jame's family had been. James and Gertrude had much in common in which to build a life together.
They built a home with their thrift and hard work much as their parents had done. This home was a model of industry and thrift. My mother, Martha Gertrude Hiatt Oliphant tells the story this way:
My parents lived for a time with my grandmother, who had been a widow. Then Grandma, who, as I see now, was a business genius, helped her son to acquire a piece of virgin sagebrush land next to her own, and lent him $800 to build a home on this land for his family.
This home in which I grew up ;was a model of industry and thrift. It was constructed of brick and native lumber and shingles made in the mountains nearby at sawmills. It was a clean, light, restful place, and in my early childhood had no trees etc. around it until they had time to grow after my father and mother planted them. It was windswept and dry at first. But irrigation ditches were dug, the yard was scraped down with my father and his team at hard labor, so the water could be run in on them to make plants grow. An orchard for family use was planted, a little at a time. A lawn and a hedge were planted. The house was painted and redecorated as funds became available. At first the walls were white-washed with lime. The carpets consisted of rag ones, home-made on a loom. My mother made her own first carpet --cut and sewed carpet rags from old bits of clothing, and wound them into balls eight inches in diameter. Grandma had a carpet loom and my mother wove the carpet on it. As the family grew, more room was necessary. The attic came into its own as bedrooms, with a good staircase up to them. An then a cellar was added by digging under the floor of the northwest room and hauling the dirt out through an opening made in the foundation of the house and wheeling the dirt in a wheelbarrow up a plank on an inclined plane. The cellar was then cemented and a nice window left and screened where the exit had been, and the cellar stairs were under the stairs that led upstairs.
In this home we had plenty of the foods we hear so much about over the radio now as having so much vitamins. There was milk and butter and cream and buttermilk and dutch cheese and whole-wheat mush and good bread and honey and meat of various kinds, and garden produce of every kind, raised in our own garden, and fruits of all kinds that grow in Utah, and berries, etc. All these things in abundance.
There were things cultural too. Ma was an accomplished pianist or organist. She played beautifully. And she taught us the beauties of music and tried to make musicians of us like she was herself. May mother was a lady. She used no slang, told no vulgar stories, indulged in no acts of questionable character. She taught us to be honest and never try to hide any questionable behavior. She had a powerful presence; I wished always to please her, never to get any look or slightest word of disdain from her. She was undoubtedly the strongest force that shaped my life.
My parents were the parents of one girl and three boys besides me. I was named Martha for my paternal grandmother, and Gertrude for maternal grandmother, and also for my mother. I was born August 30, 1891. ---- On December 19, 1892 my sister was born. She was named Cornelia for another name of my maternal grandmother, whose maiden name was Christiana Gertrude Cornelia Clagnette Frost. Her married name was Mitchell. Ma called my sister Cora, and I was known as Mattie. We grew in stature and in years and understanding. In our baby-hood our father was called on a mission. I cannot recall his going. He went to North Carolina to preach Mormonism among his father's and mother's kindred. He spent two years as a missionary. I recall his returning. Ma took us and went to Salt Lake City to meet him on his return. It was a glad reunion.
I forgot to tell of life while Pa was away on his mission. I recall how Ma worked keeping the home fires burning. She had a brindle cow we called Old Red to give the milk to feed us. Such good milk it was -- rich and yellow. Old Red had crumpled horns and long, freckled teats six inches long. And she was hard to milk. Ma paid for it by milking it only! Ma climbed on top of the haystack in winter, knee-deep in snow, and cut the hay with a hay knife to feed Old Red so she could feed us! And she tended her flock of chickens and pig so we could have eggs and meat to eat. And we kept well and I was happy in the security and dependability of my mother's capabilities and strength.
My mother's youngest sisters stayed with us at night sometimes to keep us company, and went to school in the daytime. Aunt Nora and Aunt Rachel Mitchell, they were.
At the return of my father from his mission I didn't know him. I whispered to ma, "Ma, who is that man?" and she said, "Why, that's your Pa! Don't you know him?"
He was never very demonstrative to his children. He was inclined to be cross and harsh and showed little affection to us. He was prone to laugh at us and ridicule us, or else scold us, thinking we ought to know more than we seemed to know. ---- But he was not without affection for us, as numerous incidents prove. At Christmas time he locked himself up with wood and tools and made a little cradle for me, and a little cupboard, and another time a sled out of broken hayrake teeth that he bent in his blacksmith shop for runners. He fastened these to a board to ride on, and that made many sled rides available for us. We got skates one Christmas. And the year I was in the third grade we got the smallpox. What a dreary Christmas we had.
But I'm getting ahead of my story. On May 27, 1897, my brother, James Franklin was born. He was a wailing infant. I think he must have been hungry much of the time. He had what was known as the "white mouth" and was seriously sick. Ma had her hands too full. She couldn't seem to cope with the situation at times. She got Dr. Hall's Canker Medicine to give James F. I don't know how she managed it, but she finally got him through that serious sickness. But he was so thin and pale and cried so much Ma used to put him in the baby buggy for me to push him about, and he would keep quiet then. One time, on washday, I pushed him out on the rocks in front of the house where the lawn was some day to grow, but where boulders as big as my head held sway at that time. I pushed the baby buggy over one of those boulders and James F., fell out on the rocks. That broke his arm, and I think the bones of his poor arm never grew straight any more. They put splints on the arm and tried to do the best they could. He suffered intensely because of that. I was not very old when this happened and had only a child's judgment.
Now, about that winter I was a third grade school child. The school was a one-room school up by the flour mill. At mid-winter our family -- every member-- was sick, had smallpox. Since then vaccination has been perfected, but that winter all Payson had it! The town almost every house, was quarantined. A man was hired by the city to take a district of the town. Several men -- one for each district -- went on horseback each day to take our grocery order and fill it and return it to us, so nobody would go without absolute necessities. An orange piece of calico 9 x 12 inches, nailed to a piece of wood was nailed as a quarantine sign at each home so infested. This would get wet with snow and rain and blow out stiff and straight and freeze that way -- so it looked like a piece of orange sheet metal. During the time we were quarantined Ma took it herself. Her face was pitted seriously. And worse than all, my brother, Ralph, was on his way. This sickness induced his premature birth. He almost didn't make the grade. One day he lay in the buggy as though he were dead. Ma cried aloud and prayed aloud for him He rallied and lived to become a man, through her love and faith and prayers. (Ralph Kleo Hiatt was born 9 December 1900.)
There was one more addition to my mother's family. That was the coming of my brother, Lewis Mitchell Hiatt. He was the youngest. He was born January 23, 1907. He grew to manhood and took his father's place in the sun.
Eight grade graduation found Cora matured and about to be ushered into wife hood. She managed to go to school at high school two years. Then she married Frank Taylor. I continued in high school and graduated at the spring of 1912 with honors. I got a scholarship ;to go to the University on. In the fall of 1912 I went to the University of Utah. My dear friends, Irene and Susie Simons, were going there, and I wanted desperately to go along with them and have company I was acquainted with. But just at the time for me to go, Ma was taken very sick. She miscarried a baby girl. She thought she overdid herself tending Clare Taylor, Cora's baby, and induced the miscarriage. She and Pa mourned over the loss of that baby.
James Franklin Hiatt had a gift for writing. He wrote a composition entitled " The First Settlers Story". He wrote another - "Hello - Good-bye" which I will quote hereafter. This was read at his funeral at his request. It was written June 24, 1952. James Franklin Hiatt Sr. wrote this while he was in "Utah County Welfare Infirmary".
Hello - Good-bye
Two words in the English language vastly different, though exactly the same. Used more than any other. Producing more real joy and fame, than all else by the name.
To explain a little further, and make things a little more plain.
Imagine yourself a standing at nearest end of a land a-waiting for your turn to come to hear the words, "Hello, It's a boy! Welcome son." And so with that - good-bye starts.
Down the lane with honest heart. Determined to do your full part in carrying on the program thus begun. And finally, at the point where you cease to view things going forward, only from the rear.
And finally the time doth come, to separate from these cheerful scenes and Say Good-bye. And Hello and Good-bye.
The two words separate and the same, discovered at the latest end of the lane.
****************Life Story of James Franklin Hiatt Sr.
Written 1985 by his daughter-in law, Edith Taylor Hiatt.James F. and Gertrude had two girls, Martha Gertrude (Mattie) born 30 August 1891 and Cornelia (Cora) born 19 December 1892 when James F. was called to go to the Southern States Mission. He was set apart by President S.B. Young on February 2, 1894. This was hard for him to leave his wife of just over three years and his two little girls one and two years old. he wanted to do his duty and believed as Nephi had said, That the Lord asks nothing of his people unless a way is provided that it may be accomplished." With a heavy heart, he left for his mission traveling without purse or script eating where he was invited, and sleeping where a bed was offered which was sometimes under the stars. It is believed he traveled by train to the mission field. Gertrude took care of the children and farm animals, and did all the things a woman could do to care for her children.
In one of James F.'s letters sent to Gertrude just before being released he tells her of his love and concern for her, and of his plans for coming home. "When I return to my loved ones in Zion with a clear conscience, I think often of the joyous times I am returning to, and if I look at your pictures when in such a study, it seems like I just can't stand it longer. I pray that we may both be contented till the time comes, as much as possible and then have the happy privilege of being able to enjoy ourselves many years to come. There has been many people who, when they look at your pictures, as well as other say that Utah affords the most healthy looking people they ever say. May the Lord bless you with every needful blessing is the prayer of your loving husband, James F. Hiatt." (letter in possession of Lewis M. Hiatt) No date is given of his mission release. it is believed it was in the summer of 1896.
Three more children were born into the family of James F. and Gertrude. These children were: James Franklin Jr. born 22 May 1897, Ralph Kleo born 9 December 1900 and Lewis Mitchell born 23 January 1907. James F. Sr.'s mother, Martha Ellen, helped him obtain a parcel of ground at Eighth South and Third West in Payson - Highway 91. Here James F. built a three-room brick home. It is not know if this was before or after his mission. The house was built on a rock foundation. The walls were of adobe with a red brick facing. The ceilings were high as was the custom in those days. The house was cool in the summer and warm in the winter. After the house was built, he dug a cellar under the northwest room. This was done by pick and shovel. A window was made in the foundation and a scraper was lowered into the excavation and the dirt was pulled out by a horse on the outside attached to a long chain. Later he built a kitchen, bathroom, and utility porch on the west, and two bedrooms were finished upstairs. What started to be a three-room house became a large comfortable home. Barns and granaries were built. Fruit trees were planted as apricots, pears, peaches, apples, cherries, and grapes. When the trees produced fruit, James F. would peddle the fruit in Goshen and other towns. This was done by horses and wagon. He had horses, cows, and pigs. Gertrude would churn the cream into butter and it was of such good quality it was in demand.
In the fall the Indians would camp on the hill west of the barn. The Indians would shuck corn and do other odd jobs to pay for fruit which they dried and took to their winter camp grounds for food. The Indians became friends and would come back year after year.
James F. worked with his mother helping care for her farm until the time of her death 2 March 1909. His mother's farm was divided between the two boys and one sister. James F. then bought more farmland. it was his desire to have his children live close to him. Marth (Mattie) married Clare Oliphant and moved away. Cornelia (Cora) married Frank Taylor and farming was not his ambition. Frank died in 1918 of the flu. Cora married Angus Pierce and they moved to Idaho. James F. Jr. married Leah Bowen and he studied electricity and made that his life work. Ralph farmed until he married Ida T. Lee. He then worked at Geneva and farmed on the side. Lewis married Edith Taylor and made farming his life work. The depression of the 1930's was hard on James F. Sr. The Federal Land Bank held a mortgage on all of his farm ground. There was no money to pay the loan payments. The Federal Land Bank started foreclosure; however, Ralph and Lewis were able to save most of the farm from the foreclosure.
James F.s wife, Gertrude, his life companion who loved him and supported him, always encouraging him for forty years, died suddenly of a stroke on November 15, 1931 at the age of 59. His life was empty, his light had gone out, he had lost the desire to carry on.
Ralph lived home with his father until he married then James F. lived alone. He became very lonely and on 11 June 1937 he married Olive A. Maddox. This marriage failed. On 2 June 1944 he married Sarah Jasperson and this marriage ended in divorce also. No one could take the place in his life of Gertrude. James F. Jr., Ralph, and Lewis did all they could to help him. The church had always been of great importance to him. He had held many callings in most organizations. He taught Sunday School, Priesthood, read the scriptures and could understand the principles. He loved to sing and directed the music at different times in most of the organizations. He had a true base voice and sang in choirs and male choruses. he gave readings that brought tears to the eyes of many as he recited his story, "The First Settlers Story," and Betsey and I Are Out". The Church was his comfort the rest of his life. He attended all his meetings and enjoyed his association with the members. He was anxious that his grandchildren get to church meetings and would call for them when they needed a ride.
James F. Hiatt Sr. was a portly man. He held his head high and his back straight. He stood about five feet ten inches high with dark hair. He was very religious and studied the gospel He was hard working and enjoyed watching and growing crops. Farming was his occupation following the example of his father and grandfather. he lived to see many changes. His father farmed with oxen teams and then horses. In later years tractors were used on farms. In his early days he would drive a team of horses on the coach that was used at funerals for burying purposes. A bicycle was one of his means of transportation, and he was known to ride it as far as Provo. When cars became more plentiful, he owned one. His last car was a 1930 Model A Ford, which he drove as long as he was able to drive. He never had the opportunity to ride an airplane.
The last few years of his life, James F. developed hardening of the arteries. He would black out because not enough oxygen would get to his brain. He needed constant care so he was placed in a rest-home in Provo. He died there on 14 February 1954 at the age of 82.
At the funeral of James F. his good life was told. The speeches told of him being a stalwart in the Church, a balance wheel in his community. They told of his strong testimony that he bore of the divinity of our Savior, his love for the Church, of his kindness and honesty. He was buried in the Payson Cemetery by the side of his dear wife.
Children of James Franklin and Christiana Gertrude Mitchell:
1. Martha Gertrude born 30 August 1891-Married Clare Oliphant 16 May 1918 Died 13 December 1942
2. Cornelia (Cora) born 19 December 1892 - Married Franklin Hugh Taylor 23 November 1911 - He died 11 August 1918 - Married (2) Angus Pierce 20 October 1920 - He died 12 January 1946. - Married (3) George S. Taggart, 12 October 1955 He died ? She died 17 January 1961
3. James Franklin Hiatt, Jr. born 27 May 1897 - Married Leah Ann Bowen 14 February 1916.- She died 28 January 1963. - Married (2) Viola Butler Ivy 15 May 1964. He died 2 December 1980.
4. Ralph Kleo Hiatt born 9 December 1900. Married Ida May Throckmorton Lee - 7 August 1934. - She died 21 November 1961. Married (2) Dora Alice Crook -5 October 1962. He died 31 March 1973
5. Lewis Mitchell Hiatt born 23 January 1907. Married Edith Taylor 16 October 1929.(5100.) JAMES FRANKLIN HIATT SR. (2931.) (1158.) (402.) (81.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 12-6mo-1871, Payson, Utah; m. 19-11mo-1890, to CHRISTIANA GERTRUDE MITCHELL, d/o David Alexander and Christiana Gertrude Cornelia Clagnet (Frost). Mitchell; b. 10-4mo-1872; d. 15-11mo-1931.CH: (6569.) Martha Gertrude; (6570.) Cornelia (Cora).; (6571.) James Franklin Jr.; (6572.) Ralph Kleo; (6573.) Lewis Mitchell. (R152).