Many thanks to Patricia Glenn Bates Miller and Lisa Bates Kent, who compiled the document that is transcribed here.
History of the Kimberly, Idaho Ward
Jerald Wesley and Velma Tyler Glenn, 1980
HISTORY OF JERALD WESLEY GLENN
By Jerald Wesley Glenn - 1961
After a lot of persuasion by my children and mostly to please them, I am going to write a history of my life. I hope that with the inspiration of the Lord and my own intuition I will attempt to please them.
I was born in the land of freedom of goodly parents on the third day of May in the year of our Lord one thousand nine hundred four---3 May 1904—at
, the second
child of Andrew Glenn and Mary Elizabeth Tolman. Cassia County, Idaho
Jerald Wesley Glenn (left, Abt. 18 months) and his brother Wendell (right)
Andrew Glenn Family
Fern, Wendell, J. Wesley,
Mary Elizabeth, Elzina, Thelma, Andrew
There are in the family five boys---Wendell Ammon, myself, Calvin Rolly, Arvil Kimber, and Burton John in that order. There are five girls---Thelma Louise, Ora Fern, Ada Bernice, Ina June, and Elzina. In the order of their birth they are---Wendell, myself, Thelma, Calvin, Kimber, Fern,
and Ada . Burton
My father was born in
Lake 23 June
1874, the son of Andrew
and Anne Craig. My father and his
brothers added the extra ‘N’ to their surname
to give it the English spelling instead
of the Scottish spelling. During his
boyhood his father moved from Salt Utah Lake City to Snowville, Box Elder, and
then to Elba, Cassia, Utah ,
where my Father
lived most of his boyhood days. My father
was very independent as a boy, left home
at an early age, and earned his own way.
It will be interesting to note that grand-father worked in the coalmines in Idaho Scotland
before immigrating to
in 1869. He then worked as
a stonemason on the America
for a period of eleven years and made his way into northern Salt
Lake Temple Utah
where he made his living by farming. Grandmother Glen was a weaver before
her marriage, 31 December 1861, in Idaho . Scotland
My mother was born 7 January 1880 at Knowles,
(they lived on Settlement Creek
in Tooele, Utah ) the daughter of Cyrus Ammon and Maria
Louisa Pickett Tolman. Mother
moved to Oakley, Cassia, Idaho, about 1882, and lived there until she was
married, 2 March
1900. I know very little of the history of my grandmother except she taught
school. I know nothing
about my Grandfather Tolman. Tooele County, Utah
My parents lived at Sublett in rough central
where I started life. It was rather
cold there, although it did not make much of an impression on my young mind.
Dad heard of a nice
place, so he thought, at Idaho Emmett, Idaho, near .
In 1906, we moved there. I was beginning to
remember a few things then. Emmett being a fruit country, I can remember going
into the little orchard
and getting peaches and peeling them and like most small boys I would get the
juice on my clothes,
much to the dismay of my mother who had the task of keeping small boys clean.
Dad did not
like that country because of the poor soil and all the pesky mosquitoes which
were large enough to
carry away a small boy. During the fall of 1907, he came to southern Boise and looked at the tract
of land on which we now live and decided to move back to good old southern Idaho . While he was
here, he got a potato that was large enough to last the family four days. In
the spring of 1908 my
father, mother, my older bother, and myself ‘pulled stakes’ and landed on the
farm one mile north
, one-half mile east, and one-quarter mile north of Kimberly, Twin Falls, Idaho , where I lived until
I was twenty-five years of age. Idaho
In the early days of the tract, the country looked anything but promising. There was sagebrush everywhere one looked. The brush was very large, some of it standing three to four feet in height. The sagebrush had to be grubbed by using a large pair of blades which cut a few inches under the ground. The brush was then raked into rows, piled, and burned. There was lots of work to be done, but I was too small to enter therein, although I can remember the burning and clearing of the land. The land being new and rough caused an immense amount of work to get the water upon the land, but it was worth the effort once the deed was accomplished and the land forced to yield of its treasure. The first two years we were in Kimberly the jackrabbits ate nearly everything that looked green. They took nearly all the crop and there was not much left to pay bills and live on. By 1910, more people came to live nearby, so the rabbits were forced to retreat and by a lot of hard work, we were able to survive. I have seen the country grow and today (1961) it does not look anything like it did fifty years ago. One looking at the place now could not imagine what it was
like then. The old home place is still in my mother’s possession and will always be home to me. The old house where I grew up has been replaced by a newer one, but the old one still has memories of it in my mind. It means one never forgets his childhood days; they are the best time of his life.
For religious training, we attended a branch of the Marion Ward of the Cassia Stake, later organized into the Kimberly Ward, May 1908. We shared a building with other churches until our building was completed in 1909. This building was used until it was out grown and a new building was erected in 1950 and 1951. Mud in the spring of the year and the hard work in the summer limited our attendance at church meetings. However, as I grew older we would rather walk the two miles to church than get the horses in and ride to church. I have walked the two miles many times. I think that was good for us as it made us use our legs which made them strong. Children nowadays do too much riding in the car to keep themselves strong and healthy like we used to be.
|Jerald Wesley and Wendell Ammon Glenn Abt. 1916|
I was baptized during my eighth year, 31 August 1912, in a canal which ran through Brother Moroni Morgan’s place—the place where nearly all baptisms took place—by Elder Joseph H.
Sudweeks and was confirmed the next day, September 1, 1912, by Elder Samuel F. Strong. I was active in the priesthood quorums as I became of age. I was secretary of the Deacons and Teachers Quorum. There was not the emphasis placed on the activity of the youth then as there is now. We did not get to do the work that the young boys do now. The Church always progresses so the youth are now kept active. During the year of 1929, I was sustained as president of the Elders quorum.
In the year of 1916, the sugar company wanted to plant sugar beets. My father contracted for 65 acres of them. We had a crew of Japanese people to thin and take care of them. They did a good job of it. However, as the fall progresses the weather became colder and colder. Late in the season, the ground began to freeze. The leader of the crew told my father to keep pulling them—we pulled the beets with horses then and topped them by hand—and they would keep topping them to get them on top of the ground. The idea sounded very good to my father. He did that and after they were on top of the ground and the ground was frozen, they hauled them to the ‘beet dump’. If they had not done this, they would have had some frozen in the ground as other farmers did. My father said that he would get us an automobile if he got all the beets out. To keep his word he got one the next spring. It is quite amusing to me now to look back and watch father try to drive the car. He had never tried to operate a machine like that before. He had a hard time of it. The salesman would drive and show Dad how it should be done, but Dad just couldn't do what he was supposed to do. However, in a few days, it all came to him and he was an old hand at driving.
The auto helped us to get to church more regularly. I was enabled to attend M.I.A. meetings, heretofore denied. I was secretary of M.I.A. at the age of 16. The car permitted us to attend Stake Conference in
One night just before Christmas, the fall of 1917, Wendell and I were at a dance and as he was at the right age to be taking girls home, he and a friend took their girls home and left me with the car thinking it would be safe. But, to their surprise when they returned the car was gone and so was I. I waited for an hour for them to come. I thought an hour was long enough for anyone to travel a couple of miles and get back. At one o’clock, I took the car and went home. The roads were slick with mud, as it had been raining for several days and there were no paved roads as there is now. But, that made no difference to me. I was not afraid of the mud for it was there first. I drove slow and easy and kept to the middle of the road so as not to slip off into the ditch along the side of the road. There were not many cars on the road then, as I did not meet a single one on the way home. I arrived home safely and went to bed. Was Wendell mad at me when he had to walk the two miles home! Father took my side and told Wendell he did not blame me as he would have done the same thing had he been in my place. I was not left with the car alone anymore because I could not be trusted to stay put.