Saturday, May 17, 2014

Life History of Velma Tyler Glenn (1906-1996): Part 7

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MEDICAL REPORT:
I had Measels (the big red) , German measels or Rubella, mumps, whooping cough, typhoid fever, rhumatic [sic] or maybe I had typhoid fever again the next summer. The Doctor wasn't sure what I had. My hair almost all came out and I could peel my skin off in flakes after I got up from the bed after I recovered from both sicknesses. I also had the chicken pox. All these by the time I was 13 years old.

ACCIDENTS:
When I was very small, just walking, I ran into a kettle of hot water the older children had set on the floor, and burned byself [sic] very severely. The scars that it made stayed with me until I was grown. The scars I saw were on my right leg and hip. One of the scars on my leg between my knee and hip was about two inches wide and at least six inches long. I can't remember when they completely disappeared.

In the 1960's, I was trying to feed the cows and fell against a plow and cracked my ribs. They hurt me for months. Another time, I was under the car, trying to help locate a bolt. The car slipped off and cracked my ribs again. This hurt me for months. I couldn't get comfortable sitting up or laying down unless I took something to kill the pain.

The first week in March, 1977, we had been cleaning the freezer and I decided to get the food replaced in it. I tried to lift a box of meat which I didn't know was three times too heavy for me to lift . I twisted my back bone and ribs and bruised all the organs in my body so much I could hardly bare [sic] to move for a year. I went to Dr. Pond . He had my back x-rayed but didn't do anything to help me but give my some pain pills. They didn't kill all the pain, it was so severe.

Last March, 1978, I started to go to a chiropractor, Dr. Alan Fox. He helped my back. Dr. Fox had me come twice per week for awhile. Then I fell twice that summer and got my back out of alignment in four places. I am going to him now (March 1979) sometimes once or twice each month. My back will not stay in alignment very long. The one place between my shoulders hurts and pinches my nerves almost continually.

OPERATIONS:
Repair and uterus straightened 1939
Hysterectomy 1949
Legation (some of the veins in my legs striped) 1960
Hemorroidectomy 9 January 1975
I think that‘s all. Anyway, who wants to readvaH this? ? ?

ALLERGIES:
Almost everything . . . Food, . . Grasses, . . . weeds, fungi, moulds.
If I get chilled, I break out with hives, or nervous
Other than Hives, Allergies and Sinus, Allergies can and do affect me either way.

Vacinations [sic] - Immunizations --
Smallpox, Diptheria, in the 1930's or early in the 1940's. Polio and tetanus booster in 1975.

Sports  I like softball, basketball, tennis , volley ball, riding a horse and in a car. I don't care to participate now--too old, I guess. I like to see others participate. I don't care for rough games, like wrestling, boxing, and football. I never learend [sic] to swim. I am still frightened of water if it is over ankle deep.

Music  I have always loved good music. My favorite kind of music--folk, classical , patriotic, religious, etc. The relatives I knew and heard of on my mother's side of the family loved music. They sang, danced, and could play some musical instruments--violin, accordian. Grandfather John Gabriel Hogan's sister, Delilah, was a very excellent ball room dancer. It was said of her that they were sure she could dance all night with a bucket of water on her head and never spill a drop. My father, Rufus Black Tyler, was also considered a good ball room dancer. I never saw him dance. I suppose he thought when anyone got married, they should settle down and rear and take care of their family. This he did.

Hobbies Knit, crochet, sew, embroider, quilt and read good books. The books that have influenced me most are: The Standard Works of the Church (LDS), the magazines they publish. I also like to read history and study geography. I keep letters of Genealogical information, and some of the immediate family letters.

Life History of Velma Tyler Glenn (1906-1996): Part 6: Descendants

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DECENDENTS [sic] OF VELMA TYLER AND JERALD WESLEY GLENN -- February, 1979

Grandma Velma gives a lot of information here about her children and their families, including many dates and places. Since they are all still living as far as I know, I've opted to omit some of that information (mainly birth dates and places) for now in order to protect their privacy. If any of the people listed here would like me to remove more information, please let me know and I will be happy to do so.

Moena Glenn was born . . . in the old Twin Falls County Hospital, which is near and east of the new Magic Valley Memorial Hospital. She was the first grandchild on the Glenn side of the family. For that reason, I suppose, I had to have a private room and a special registered nurse, who was my husband's sister,
Thelma Glenn. She took complete care of me and the baby, Moena. She changed our clothes, our bed, gave us our baths. Before the Doctor came in for his daily visit, she would but [sic] a bit of makeup on me and a touch of color, and say to the Doctor, “Don't you think I have a pretty patient?"

When the baby and I came home from the hospital, Wesley's four sisters would each have to take turns holding her. Each would tell the other she didn't know how to hold her. They would try to sit her up but she was too young. She would just bend over. Poor little child. I was glad when they decided to go home and dreaded to see them come again. When she really got old enough to sit upright, the newness had worn off so they didn't bother her so much. Dr. Joseph Davis was our family Doctor.

Moena was married to Van Tassell Stonehocker, . . . in the Logan Temple, Logan, Cache Valley, Utah by Elder ElRay L. Christensen. They have eight children:
          Wesley Glenn Stonehocker
          Thomas Perry         "
          John LaRe1e          "
          Mitchell Cory         "
          Sydney Dean         "
          Marcelle Susann     "
          Michael Bradley     "
          James Andrew       "

Wesley filled a mission in California South. Thomas in New Jersey, Deleware [sic], Virginia and Washington DC. Mitchell filled a mission in England. Sydney filled a mission in Norway. Michael filled a mission in Arizona and Minnesota.

Moena was baptized 1 March 1939, by Kenneth Johnson and confirmed by William Egbert at the same time, in the old Twin Falls Stake house, by the Park. The building has been torn down.

Moena graduated from Kimberly High School, and attended the University of Idaho and the Beloit College, studying music.

Patricia Ann Glenn was born at home (at that time) on Highland Av in the south eastern secion [sic] of Twin Falls, about a block south of the railroad . . . Dr. Joseph Davis was the attending physician and Wesley's sister was the nurse (Thelma) . She stayed with us and took care of us for a week. Patricia was baptized 6 April, 1940, in the old stake house on 4th Avenue, east in Twin Falls by S S Bartlett and confirmed by Herman G Lind. In those days, when our children were small or baptismal age, certain men were assigned to do all the baptizing and confirming each month. The father wasn't given the privilege.

Patricia graduated from Kimberly High School and studied business at Heneger's Business College in Salt Lake City, Utah.

She was married, . . . , to Allan Eugene Bates in the Idaho Falls Temple by William L Kilpack, Temple President.

Allan and Patricia have four children:

          Derald Orman Bates
          Lisa Louise           "
          Mary Annette       "
          Charlotte Yvonne "

Derald Ormas Bates filled a mission in Kentucy [sic] and Tennessee in 1976 and 1977

Donald Wesley Glenn was born . . . in the old hospital east of the new Twin Falls Memorial Hospital, Twin Falls, Twin Falls, Idaho. He was our first boy. I sure was thrilled about that. Donald was baptized by M F Lind and confirmed by W A Masters, 4 October, 1941. He was ordained to all the offices of the priesthood by his father, Jerald Wesley Glenn except to the office of High Priest. He was ordained a High Priest by Lloyd A Hamelton, the Stake President of the Twin Falls Stake, 18 February, 1968.

Donald graduated from Kimberly High School and received a Bachlors [sic] of Science degree from the Universtiy [sic] of Idaho, at Moscow.

Donald was married to Bonnie Ann Pickett, . . . , in the Idaho Falls Temple by William L Kilpack. They had nine children:
          Daniel Allan Glenn
          Tony Lee            "
          Rebecca Ann      "
          Norman Donald  "
          Patrick Tyler       "
          Michael Andrew "
          Martin Joseph     "
          Gary Gorden       "
          Timothy William   "

Derald Boyd Glenn was born . . . at home on the farm one mile north and one mile west of Kimberly, Idaho, on highway US 30. Dr. Joseph Davis was still our Doctor. His nurse, Olive Tate, was with me all afternoon and evening. She was supposed to watch me and call the Doctor as soon as she thought she should. The nurse had me on the bed and everything in readiness. I felt some extra pressure and told her. She put me to bed and my husband, Wesley called the Doctor. The baby decided to come and not wait for anyone--so he came before the Doctor got there. The Doctor came rushing in and said, "Why didn't you call me sooner?" She said we did but the baby come too quickly. Everything went OK. Mother and son doing fine.

Derald graduated from Kimberly High School, attended the University of Idaho at Moscow as a music major for two years. A representative from Boeing Aircraft Co. in Renton, Washington come to Moscow and persuaded Derald and some of the other boys to go to Seattle, Washington to help build airplanes. He and his family lived in Seattle while he worked for Boeing. When he had been there about two and a half years, he decided he wanted to come back and help his dad farm in the Kimberly area. This he did. He is still farming and his Dad is helping him during the summer (and loves it).

Derald was baptized 25 February 1945 by A Stanley Brown and confirmed by his father, Jeraid Wesley Glenn. His father ordained him to all the offices of the Priesthood except the office of Seventy. He was ordained to that office by Paul H Dunn.

Derald married Lois Adelaide Taylor, . . . in the Idaho Falls Temple by William L Kilpack, Temple President.

The Children of Derald Boyd G1enn and Lois Adelaide Taylor---
          Debra Kay Glenn
          Kevin Jerald Glenn
          Cherise Renea   "
          Loriann              "
          Janeil Marie       "
          Maria Elizabeth  "
          Melanie Jeanine  "
          Nesha Michelle   "
          Karen Leann       "
          Jason Derald       "

As of 14 February, 1979, Velma Tyler and Jerald Wesley Glenn have had four children, 31 grandchildren, and 22 great grandchildren. Eleven of the great grandchildren are Stonehockers , 4 are Bates, 6 are through Derald Glenn and l is through Donald Glenn.

All of the data on these families can be found in the ward records to which they belong and in the Church Office Building, Records Department, Salt Lake City, Utah.

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Life History of Velma Tyler Glenn (1906-1996): Part 5: The depression of the 30's and some early incidents

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1930's----The depression of the 30's (1930)

We were married August 30, 1929, just when the "depression" was beginning, and when it hit, the bottom dropped out of everything. It went on into the 40's. People couldn't get a job anywhere. It they did, the person that hired them didn't have any money to pay them for their work.

People couldn't sell anything, if they had anything to sell, because no one had any money to buy.

The banks closed. Those that did have any money in the banks couldn't get it out (That is one disadvantage of a bank). In this area, the two banks in Twin Falls, Bank and Trust and Fidelity, finally got enough together to open and keep open a little bank in Filer. That helped some.

Very few people in those days had a furnace to heat their homes, which was an advantage at that time. Heaters were used to heat the homes. The people couldn't sell their crops--so they burned them for fuel. We could keep one room quite warm by starting a fire with some small peices [sic] of wood then carefully piling some beans on. About all they did was smoulder. But, they kept many from freezing. Slack (powdered) coal was also used the same way. Extreme care had to be taken to keep a draft through it or it would blow up and fog the smoke and fumes all over the house, which it did quite often. Most every one had a difficult time getting the coal because they didn't have the money to buy it with. Everyone had a hard time getting the necessities of life and I mean NECESSITIES---existing---

Wesley and the other Glenn boys worked with their dad on the farm. Their dad did not want them to work away from home. When we got married, his dad gave him $100 to buy some furniture for our house. We took it to a furniture store in Twin Falls and asked them how much we could buy with it. They figured for a while and let us have a brown iron bedstead, a pair of springs , a mattress, a dresser and a 9 by 12 ft lenoleum rug for the bedroom and a dinnette set (a small table and four chairs) . Wesley's folks gave us two small rockers and a camp stove (we used to heat the room and cook what we could on top of it). They also gave us an old iron folding cot that I put a folded quilt on and used it for more sitting room if anyone came. The $100 and a once a month $5 hand out was Wesley's pay for the years work, I guess. We managed to exist on it. The only furniture we had for 20 or 25 years was something Wesley's folks didn't want or had worn out, I should say.

We had our four children between 1931 and 1936, which made our financial condition worse. We didn't get the Doctor's bill paid until after our last child was born. I'll bet the Doctor was glad to see the last of us. He was very good to those who didn't have and poured it on to those who did have.

I made all the clothes and canned everything we ate. We did have a cow which helped.

Moena was almost two her second Christmas . We didn't have any money to buy her a present. We asked a merchant in Kimberly, Russel (Rus) Wilson, if he would take two sacks (100 lbs each) of beans in trade for a little red wagon and a little red rocking chair he had in his store (they were $1.00 each) . He said he would. That is the way Moena got her first Christmas present.

Some of the prices--at that time ---
Beef - 10 to 15 ¢ per pound - live weight
Eggs - 20 to 25 ¢ per dozen
50 lbs of flour - 98 ¢
Butter - about 50 ¢ per pound
Cotton cloth - 5 to 35¢ depending on grade -- could push a broom straw through the 5¢.
Beans - 98¢ to a $1 per hundred weight
Wheat - about 25 to 50 ¢ per bushel
Apples - wind falls - 25¢ per bushel, or free sometimes if you picked them off the ground. Better grade - 75¢ to $1 per bushel.
Mens overalls - 98¢, shirt - about the same.
Womens work and childrens shoes - 98¢
If you could find work--women or girls, $5 per week--men $1.50 per day for stacking hay. later men got $17.50 per week (9 hour day, 6 days a week).
Everyone that had any space had a cow and a few chilckens which helped the meals a bit.
Men stacked hay by hand for $1.50 per day.
The houses couldn't be kept very warm so I bought all you children a pair of coveralls. I washed them out at night, let them dry and you put them on the next day.

In 1970, bib overalls were $3.98 per pair, a denem [sic0 jacket the same. In March, 1979, overalls were $15. and up and jackets, 15 to 35 dollars.
The cheapest dresses were $20 to $70 and over $100 or more for the best.
Milk $2.09 for whole, $1.89 pergal for 2%. Fruit, apples, peaches, etc., $6 to $10 per bushel (1978). Beef, 60¢ and up per pound live weight.

Everything gradually started to pick up after Franklin Delano Roosevelt became president and started a lot of government spending projects. This is when the government started getting in debt and it gets worse every year. (1979)

This is our 50th year of marriage (Velma and Wesley). We have our property all paid for (in 1975). We have our home furnished comfortably and have enough money to pay our expenses by being very careful of our spending and hope we will always have.

Some early incidents--When I was very small, my father made a swing and hung it between two large cedar trees in our yard. We children had to take turns for a certain period of time, then we had to let the next child, brother or sister, take a turn, etc. Sometimes we would get to arguing about whose turn was next or someone took turn too long. If Dad came around and heard us arguing, he would put the swing up so high we couldn't reach it and say, "Now when you think you can play with the swing without arguing, I will take the swing down." Sometimes he would let it hang there for a day or two.

All the people in this area were very bitter toward the "Mormons" and didn't want them in that area, and didn't want them preaching to the people. Some of the men in the community planned to burn the church to try to get rid of them. They piled some wood against the church house and lit a fire and went away thinking it would burn. The fire went out. The house didn't burn. They went inside another night, built a fire, set the wood afire and ran away. It went out. They tried again. This time they piled a lot of fine pieces of wood and larger pieces in between the benches, poured kerosene all over it, lit it and ran away, thinking for sure it would burn this time. It burned long enough to scorch some of the wood and went out, not damaging anything. They never tried it again. Grandpa and grandma said it was a testimony to them that "God moves in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform". He wouldn't let the church house burn.

Jerald Wesley Glenn Family (Taken 1952)
Velma Tyler &Jerald Wesley Glenn (Front Seated)
Back Row L to R Patricia Ann, Donald Wesley, Derald Boyd & Moena


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Saturday, May 3, 2014

Life History of Velma Tyler Glenn (1906-1996): Part 4: Memories of Arkansas and Ancestors

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August 30, 1979, was our Golden Wedding Aniversery [sic]. Our children had a very nice party for us. We told them we only wanted our close relatives invited, our brothers and sisters, our children and grandchildren. That many relatives made quite a crowd. We appreciate all our children did for us to make it a happy occasion. They had a beautiful four tier white and gold cake made. They sang songs and told short stories about our lives and theirs.

Another thought---I must not leave out. This is 26 November 1984-- ---
Wesley and I (Velma) have been working as name extractors in the Spanish language since June of 1982. We work afternoons three or four times per week. We enjoy this mission as much as we did the one we filled in Independence, Missouri.

Continued--1979. My daughter, Patricia, and her daughter, Lisa, can be blamed for this addition to this history. They wanted me to tell what the country was like in northern Arkansas, where I was born, and more of the things that happened to my ancestors.

All of the eastern half of what is now the United States was heavily wooded in the early days when the people from the eastern coutries [sic] first settled in the country. Some of the trees were two to three feet in diameter. It was more of a jungle. All under the tall trees were smaller trees and shrubbery from a foot to six feet high and many many kinds of wild flowers. The large trees were hardwood. Three kinds of oak, hickory, walnut, birch, maple, sycamore, gum and cypress (all I can remember).

Some of the smaller trees I remember were black haw, about 6 to 8 feet high, fruit was edible. Sweet, sort of dry, ripe in the fall. Mostly seed, fruit hung in clusters. Maybe a handfull to the cluster. Each little fruit about a half inch long and not as wide. Very good. The red haw was the same size. We didn't eat its fruit. I don't know if it was good or not.

There were wild plums, wild crab apples (about an inch in diameter), wild strawberries, black berries, dew berries (similar to boysen berries in Idaho). Wild May apple (fruited in May) grew about a foot high, had two leaves on it that stood straight from the stem. Two little apples grew out just above the leaves, about one inch to one and one-half inches in length and diameter. They had a rather queer flavor but very good. The wild cherry tree also grew there. The tree was hard wood, grew very high and large and the cherries were bitter. We ate them anyway. They were good for jam or jelly. The persimon tree grew to be probably 50 feet. The persimons were about an inch in diameter and were much better after frost--more sweet and sugary.

Three varieties of grapes grew wild. The vines grew up and wound around the trees. We sometimes had to climb the trees to get them if they were on a very high tree.

There were black walnuts, three sizes of hickory nuts, and hazel nuts that grew as shrubbery under the large trees. Some of the acorns from the oak trees were edible, if you didn't eat too many.

During the winter and spring, cold springs of water would push up out of the ground. Some would flow all year long and some would dry up during the hot dry months.

There were many wild flowers in bush and shrubbery and also flowering trees. It looked just like a beautiful garden during the springtime.

With the damp beauty comes a lot of disagreable [sic] things--poison snakes, spiders, ticks, chiggers and many other disagreable [sic] pests.

The states of Arkansas, Kentucky, Tennessee, Missouri, are the states I know more about because I have studied them searching for information on my ancestors. I have studied some about the states of Illinois, Pennsylvannia [sic], Virginia and South and North Carolina, where some of my ancestors settled first. These states, especially northern Arkansas and southern Missouri, have large beautiful caves, many lakes, and many large streams that are full of fish.

Mother said the HOGAN OR O‘HOGAN ancestorus [sic] came from Limerick, Ireland. The four brothers, Joseph, Charles, Humphrey and Waiter G, came over to America with an Irish Colony of Catholics between 1700 and 1800 because mother and I found them in Tennessee marriage records, court records . Humphrey had many acres of land there before 1800. We have never fouind [sic] where they landed in America on the East coast. Humphrey was married in Davidson county, Tennessee, 24 June, 1800, to Catherine Fisher (Md Rec of Davidson Co, Tenn). I don't know if he ever left there. Charles and Joseph Hogan are mentioned in the very earliest records of Kentucky, helping improve lands and waterways. The record said that Charles and Joseph and a number of other men's names were found on some scraps of paper. The researcher said they could find no other records of the men. They figure they were killed by the Indians because they were very hostile in that area (before 1800) and killed many of the early settlers . My great great grandfather, Walter G Hogan, their brother, was married in Hopkinsville, Christian county, Kentucky, 18 March, 1800 to Susannah Miller (Md rec of smae place & Martin Miller's will). They and all their chidren [sic] were found there in the 1810 census.

Martin Miler (Muller, etc) and his wife, Sophia Randleman (Rindlemann, Rintelin, etc) came from Germany (Ship list). The next place we found them was in North Carolina, next in Kentucky, Missouri, then to Arkansas Territory. Our other ancestors that are supposed to come to America from Germany are Meyer, Moyer, Myer, Moir, and many other spellings. (We first found them in North Carolina) Weidener (now usually Whitener but also found spelled Wydner) . The Graves or Segraves or Sitgraves or Seagraves, etc, from England (the family said [sic] directly from England and settled in western North Carolina, settled on California Creek near Mars Hill (it is still there. There is a college there by that name and one in England)

My great great grandfather, Vincent Segraves, moved from North Carolina to Illinois. There he married his first wife (never found the name) and all their children were born there. The oldest child, Elizabeth, married a Payne and stayed in Illinois. The others moved to Arkansas.

We are not sure where our branch of the TYLER (also TILER, TILLER, etc)[from England] landed. But, the Tylers that landed on an Island off the coast of the Virginias and in Virginia, are our branch. They have the same male family names as ours. Those that landed in Massachusetts and higher up in the states are not related (proved by that branch). While checking the President John Tyler genealogy records, the men's family names are the same as ours carried on generation after generation. They said one of their James Tylers went south from Virginia. They didn't know where. Our oldest Tyler that we have record of, James, was supposed to have come through or from Georgia to Arkansas. I found James in Lawrence county, Territory of Arkansas, in the 1830 and 1840 census. According to these census, he was born 1780. It didn't give a birth place. I found his wife, Sylvia, 86 in the 1850 census of Randolph county, Arkansas. She said she was born in North Carolina. She had two of her grandsons with her.

My great grandmother, Mary Ann Myer(s) was a very small woman with dark complexion. Very spry and moved quickly. A hard worker, very particular. Everything had to be done right. She was the second wife of my great grandfather, Martin Miller Hogan. Martin was born in Hopkinsville, Christian co, Kentucky, 28 August, 1803. Mary Ann was born in Fredericktown, Madison co, Missouri, about 1811 (cemetery rec.). She is the daughter of Mary or Ann Marie Weidener (Whitener) and Henry Myer(s). Henry was born about 1780, and Ann Marie about 1790 (as near as we can figure from census records). Mary Ann Myers and Martin Miller Hogan are the parents of my grandfather, John Gabriel Hogan, who was born 22 March 1851 in Foster (10 miles north of Pocahontas), Randolph co, Arkansas. He married Mariah Elizabeth Segraves, 24 February, 1876, at that same place. Mariah Elizabeth was born at the same place as above, 14 June, 1856. This couple are the parents of my mother Mary Ann Hogan, who was born 5 January, 1877 at that same place. She married Rufus Black Tyler, who was born 20 August, 1871, at Lima (in the same area). Their marriage date was 10 January, 1892, at Attica (same area as above). Grandfather Hogan was a short dark complexioned man. Dark hair that he kept cut short all over his head. He was very stooped in his shoulders (mother was also. She had grandfathers dark hair and skin.) He was a hard worker. Very quiet, but laughed easily. Grandma Mariah Elizabeth Hogan had fair skin, light brown curly hair and blue eyes, quite large frame and bones, a spotless housekeeper, an excellent seamstress. She could spin cotton and wool into thread and weave it into cloth in different weights or thicknesses for blankets or work clothes or dress clothes. She was a very jolly person and loved to joke. But she could get very angry. I never remember seeing Grandpa get angry.

My mother was a perfect person, I think. I can't remember any fault she had. She was jolly, loved to joke with we children. She knew how to spin cotton and wool into thread, crochet, knit, embroider and was an excellent seamstress. Father was 5 feet, 10 inches tall, dark hair, grey eyes. He liked to play and sing with we children around the fireplace at night. If he got angry at mother, he would walk out of the house and stay until he cooled off. He was a hard worker and believed children should have work to do each day, to help keep them out of mischief. We were taught to be very polite, at home as well as at other places. We were not to touch anything that didn't belong to us. He helped mother outline the work for us to do each day in and around the house. He always wanted his family to be neat and clean, in appearance as well as conduct. When we were told to do something, we did it now, not five minutes later. He said "Procrastination is a thief of time", "A place for everything and everything in its place", "Don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today", "An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure", “A stitch in time saves nine (stitches)“, "Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise". I think he said Benjamin F said that. He always had some quote that fit the occasion and he knew who said it. "Pride costs more than hunger, thirst and cold.“ Thomas Jefferson said that. "Always put your best foot forward“ (look the best you can under the circumstances) at all times.

My grandfather, John Tyler, was born 1810 (1850, 1860 & 1870 census of Randolph co, Arkansas) Once he said he was born in Indiana, another in Arkansas, another, no place was given. His second marriage was to my grandmother, Sarah Catherine Jones, 27 November, 1868 (Randolph co Md. rec, in Court house at Pocahontas, Arkansas) Looking at John Tyler's picture, I would say he had very dark brown hair, small dark eyes, slender face (ears sort of stuck out from his head) (I was told that is a Tyler characteristic.), tall and slender. Grandma Sarah Catherine gave her birth date as 1839, born in Indiana (1860 & 1870 census, Randolph co, Arkansas). Sarah was of medium build, medium brown hair, fair complexion, blue or greyish eyes.

Ancestors-- ---Incidents
The Jones, Weidener (Whitener), Segraves, Eldridge, Miller (Muller, Mueller, etc), Randleman (Rendlemann, Rintelin) and many of those that married into these families were at one time in North Carolina. All the people in the very early days seemed to move quite often. They covered a lot of territory considering they had to travel by horse or ox team, or horse back. I suppose they were hunting for the greenest grass or they didn't want their neighbors too close. They had so many encounters with the Indians, one would think the people would want to stay close to each other. The men, according to history, were very brave, but I'll bet the women folks were frightened. The old Heinrich (Henry) Weidener came home from hunting one day by way of his neighbors and found their house burned and all of them dead by scalping. Their little baby was still alive when he found it. He took it to his home but having its whole head peeled (scalped), it died. I don't know why the Indians killed that way. To make the people suffer longer I suppose. Why didn't they just shoot them like they did in their wars.

All the old ancestors lived in Forts at first. The men would have to brave it outside the walls to hunt food for them to eat.

Great grandfather Vincent Segraves was hunting one day and he heard the Indians coming. He saw a cabin near by. He went inside and climbed up in the chimney as far as he could. It seemed to be the custom for the braves to send a squaw into build a fire. She came in and looked up the chimney before building the fire and say [sic] Vincent up there. He shook his head and motioned for her not to tell. She didn't build tthe [sic] fire. He didn't know what she told the braves, but they left and Vincent climed [sic] down and went home. One time, another man was hunting with him. They had been hunting for some time and were cold. They found a deserted cabin near and went in to get warm. They had just got inside when they heard the Indians coming. They climbed up in the loft as they called it. Some boards layed over the two by fours, or whatever. Vincent told the other man to be very quiet or the Indians would kill them. This man was very curious so when the Indians came in, he kept edging over to see if he could see them. He knocked one of the boards to the floor. The Indians didn't look to see where it came from. It scared them so much, they ran away as fast as they could

Vincent was in the Revolutionary War, in the Battle of Kings Mountain. One of his brothers was killed in the battle. He was also one of "Johnson‘s Guards." He and many of the other men (relatives) at that time were in all the early wars . The country had "rebels" (they were called), gangs that just went about destroying and taking anything from the people that they wanted. The people didn't dare try to stop them or they would be killed. They would take their animals, especially horses, destroy their crops, gardens, take their knives and cut the cloth in the looms. Sometimes they would take the men off and kill them.

Grandmother Mariah Elizabeth Segraves Hogan was the one that told we children about an the things that happened to the ancestors. Many of the things she was old enough to see happen during the Civil War.

Grandma said her father, Thomas Henry Segraves, got up mornings, warm or cold, and walked to the big spring where they got their water, and washed his face and head. If it was cold, he would come back to the house with icicle in his hair. He said it was healthy. They were thankful he didn't insist on any of the other family members doing it.

The people always got up long before day light and worked until after dark. They had to, I suppose, to get all the carding, spinning, weaving, and sewing done. It was an every day job, except Sunday. Saturday night was celebration night. The young folks had that time off. Grandma said sometimes they would dance all night. To save the wear on their shoes, in warm weather, they carried them almost to the church house, then put them on. When they left the church, they took them off again, as soon as they got out of sight of the church. The fathers made the shoes. They had one pair at a time.

Every one had fireplaces in their homes. It was used to keep them warm and to cook their food. Some had ovens built to one side, to bake in. Many just used their heavy iron skillets that had heavy iron lids. They put them on the fire to get them hot. Then they would rake some coals out on the hearth, set the skillet on them, put the bread in or whatever they wanted to bake, but the hot lid on and put some coals on it . Some of the food was cooked in an iron kettle hung on a rod over the fire. They also used copper kettles.

There was no water in the house. It had to be carried in and out. No toilets. It was a little house out back.

Grandma said she say [sic] a meteor shower when she was a young girl . They thought all the stars were falling and that the world was coming to an end. Every one was frightened. until it stopped.

All the ashes from the fireplace were piled in a hopper. When speing [sic] came, the women poured water on the ashes every day. When the ashes got all soaked, the liquid that ran through into a trough at the bottom would be strong lye. The women tested the solution by dipping a chicken feather in it. It if dissolved the feather, it was strong enough. This solution was kept covered at all times because it was strong enough to kill an animal or person. The solution was put in a large iron kettle, on a fire outside. The fat from the meat was put in as it was boiled until the lye ate up (disolved [sic]) the fat. The stronger the lye, the quicker it would eat up the fat. It was set aside to cool, then cut into retangular [sic] shapes and put in large wooden troughs to cure or dry. After they were cured, the lye had spent its strength on the soap, it was ready to use. These big trought [sic] were kept in one end of the “smoke house“ where the meat was put to smoke and cure. Salt was also stored with it. It was bought by the 50 gallon wooden barrel. They cured some of the meet [sic] with it. The pork sides (beacon) callled [sic] salt pork. That is the only way they had to keep it.

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Grandma said, in the early days the people had to build their homes of logs. They didn't have time to saw or split the lumber and let it dry before building. The floors were made of wide planks or boards split from a big tree. They were put in as soon as they were cut. After they lay there for awhile, the boards or slabs would get dry. That would make big cracks between the boards. She said they were called puncheon floors. I don't know why and I didn't ask her. Later years, the floors were made of smooth hardwood. Many were left bare and polished and cleaned by rubbing the floors with clean white sand then sweeping it up. When they covered the floors, they would cover it with a clean layer of straw with a home woven carpet over it, and tacked down. Every spring, the carpet was taken up, put outside and beat good. New clean straw was put down, and the carpet tacked down again. The matresses were made of an unbleached material and stuffed with clean straw. This was redone each spring. From this time (1700-1800 and on up to 1915) everyone had a mattress filled with nice fluffy goose feathers to put on top of the straw mattress. If a young person got married, and the parents could not scrape up enough to give them a feather mattress and two feather pillows, it was an unpardonable sin.

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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Life History of Velma Tyler Glenn (1906-1996): Part 3 (Mission in Independence, Missouri)

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1974--During the summer of 1974, we remodeled our house. We added three rooms. One was added for a music room, one for a garden room (we raise flowers and vegetable [sic] in it), and one for a storage room. We had new carpet put down in all the house except the kitchen. We are really enjoying the extra space, our new carpet, our baby grand piano and our organ. One evening in early October, our Bishop, William Lyda, came to visit us. He said he came to ask me (Velma) to teach an advanced genealogy class. He would not sit down because he said he had another appointment soon. He walked about in our house for a few seconds and stopped and said, “I have the impression that I should call you two on a mission“. He said, "Don't answer now. Think about it awhile." Then he left for his next appointment. It didn't take us very long to decide to go where ever we were called. The bishop reported to Salt Lake City and we were called to the Missouri Independence Mission and were to leave 22 February, 1975. I had some health problems develop. We couldn't leave until March, 1975.

We entered the Mission Home 22 March, 1975 and departed 26 March. We arrived at the mission in Independence, Missouri, 29 March, on a Saturday. President Graham W Doxey was our Mission President. We stayed in the Mission Home until we found an apartment. The President assigned us to work as guides in the Mormon Visitor Center in that city.

We found an apartment in the Kingsboro apartment complex on 140 S. Forest street, Apartment Q, 3rd floor, middle apartment, facing north. The rent was $149 per month. Everything was furnished except the lights. All the guides lived in this complex while we were there. Four couples worked during the winter because we were not busy during the winter. It was too cold and icy for people to travel in that area. During the spring, summer, and fall, we had eight couples working there as guides and we were all kept busy. We had people come from all over the world to visit. Some days we would have four to six bus loads plus the regular visitors. It was very interesting to meet these people and see their reactions to the building and the lecture we gave them. Some were very interested in our story of the Church and its teachings. The majority only wanted to see the many beautiful paintings and historical diplays [sic] that were in it. The painting that attracted the most interest was the picture of Christ in his second coming surrounded by his Angels. It faced the large glass front of the building and could be seen at night from outside. A policeman came in one day and stood looking at the painting for awhile and said, "That is a beautiful impressive picture. Very often at night I drive around my beat, then drive in and park in the parking area across the street and sit there and look at the Christ for a long time."

We had people come from all walks of life and different professions. I took four ministers and their wives on tours. They were very polite and didn't try to argue. One day I took some Catholic peolpe [sic] on a tour. When I came to our display of the Bible, I pointed to it and said, “We use the King James Version of the Bible.“ One of the women said, “Oh, do you claim to be Christians?“ I told her that we did. We went on to the painting of the Savoir's [sic] visit to the people in America (Nephites). I quoted John, Chapter 10, verse 16; "And other sheep I have, which are not of this fold: Them also must I bring, and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one told, and one shepherd." The woman said, "I never saw that in the Bible." I asked her if she wanted me to show it to her. She said, "No!, I will believe you.“

I took a young man, his wife and two children, through one day. They were members of the Church. The wife was visiting her mother. I took them on a tour. A few days later, a long distance phone call came to the Visitors Center, asking for me. It was the young man I had taken on a tour a few days before. He said he had to go back to Arkansas to take care of some business and left his wife and children at her mothers. His wife had become ill and was in the hospital in Kansas City, Missouri. The Doctor said she had a tumor in her head and must have it removed soon. The young man asked me it [sic] I would ask my husband and another Elder if they would go to the hospital immediately and administer to his wife. They administered to her. About a week later, the man came in the Visitors Center. I asked him how his wife was. He turned around, pointed to her and said, “There she is!“ After the administration, the Doctor did another x-ray. There was no tumor. The Lord had performed a miracle. The tumor was no more.

Another time, I was taking a group through the Visitor Center. One man said, “Your Church pays all your expenses while you are here, don't they?“ I told him we paid all our own expenses. He looked at me a few seconds, as if he didn't know if he could believe me. "Well, I must say you sure are devoted.“ I told him, all our missionaries, where ever they were, pay their own expenses. In other churches, the ministers are payed to preach to the people, they are paid to sing in their choirs (the larger church congregations, anyway). The few that go on missions have to be paid. I feel, within myself, that it makes a missionary more humble, more devoted, and closer to the Lord, if they have to pay their own way and sacrifice some of the things they might have if they did not go on a mission. I enjoyed my mission very much. It was a very good learning experience. I am glad and thankful that the Lord allowed me to serve Him in this manner. I had many other experiences that were thrilling when someone was interested in the message we had to give them and I was sad when I could not. I felt it was my fault. Maybe I could have presented the message in a more sincere attitude. I don't know.

We were priviledged [sic] to have our daughter, Moena, and family, visit us twice while we were there. Many of the people we knew from our home state came to the Visitor Center while we were there. Also, my brother, Leslie Tyler, and wife, Edith, came with a bus load from Salt Lake City, Utah and visited us.

The parts of Missouri I have seen are very pretty, especially during the spring time when they have so much rain. The flowers and other vegetation grow so rapidly in the warm damp weather. There are so many trees that bloom and all the many, many flowers; it looks like I think the Garden of Eden looked.

We were released from our mission 24 October, 1976. We were very happy to come back to our home in Kimberly, Idaho. I was happy to see all of my family again.

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Life History of Velma Tyler Glenn (1906-1996): Part 2 (Vacations/Tours)

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My husband and I have taken many long tours together. We have made many trips to Moscow, Idaho, taking the children to school, taking them supplies, etc., until they were through school. The roads to Moscow were mostly winding and over hills. The scenery was beautiful during the spring and fall.

The last week of February and the first week in March of 1953, we toured all the LDS Temples in the United States. We went to Los Angeles, California, through Nevada. While in Los Angeles, my sister Glenda and her husband, John (Jack) Frances Hansen took us to Knotts Berry Farms, the Wax Museum, the Sea World, and to China Town . We had dinner in a Chinese restaurant. We looked at all the things in their different stores. We went out to the shore and watched the big ships come in. We went to Glendale's “Forest Lawn", a very very large cemetary [sic] and Mausoleum. In it there are three churches; "The Little Church of the Flowers", "Wee kirk'O The Heather", and “The Church of the Recessional." People come from all over the couintry [sic] to be married, to hold furnerals [sic] or to just sit in peace and quiet in the little churches. "The Wee Kirk‘O The Heather" was recreated from the kirk at Glencian, Scotland, the home of Annie Laurie. "The Little Church of the Flowers" is a replica of the village church at Stoke Poges, England, where Thomas Gray composed his immortal "Eulogy Written in a Country Churchyard." The "Church of the Recessional" is a recreation of the parish church of St. Margaret in Rottingdean, England, where Rudgyard Kipling worshipped. Some of the most beautiful stained glass windows and some of the most renouned [sic] sculptures in the world are found in the "Church of the Recessional." The architecture in all of the buildings is copied from early English 16th century styles. In the enclosed walled "Mystery Garden", are marble statues of Mary and other Bible characters such as Moses being found in the bullrushes, Moses as a man. A large sculptured group, "The Mystery of Life", depicts life from infancy to the grave. The reproduction of Michael Angelo's colossel [sic] figure of David (20-1/2 feet high, weighing ten tons) stands in front of a building representing the Court of David.

In the Mausoleum is a stained glass window, a recreation of "The Last Supper" by Leonardo De Vinci [sic].

The builder of Forest Lawn, a Doctor Eaton, had a large hall built to house the picture of the "Crusifixion." [sic] It is a beautiful building depicting the Gothic architecture. The picture is 45 feet high and 195 feet long. After we had see the picture and heard the lecture, we had the feeling we had actually seen the events take place.

The above is quite a detailed story for a history, but I have never seen so many different things in one place as we did there.

One day, while we were seeing sights, my sister and I and our husbands traveled farther down the coast of the Pacific Ocean to Tijuana, Mexico. The stores in the town had open fronts. No heat to keep them warm. The store clerks wore heavy coats to keep them warm or to keep them from getting too cold. We saw the big race tracks were [sic] people take their famous horses to race.

My husband, Wesley, and I came home by way of Boulder Dam, which is built across the Colorado river where California, Arizona, Nevada, and Utah join. We went on a guided tour through it. No one could imagine how large the different rooms are inside of it.

We drove through Zion's National Park; went through the St George. and Manti Temples, through Salt Lake City and Ogden, Utah, and then came on home to Kimberly, Idaho.

The last of February, 1954, our daughter Patricia's husband, Allan E Bates, called from the army post at Ft Benjamin Harrison, near Indianapolis, Indiana, to say he was going to Japan. Patricia called for us to come and get her and bring her back to Idaho . We had three days to get there, so we didn't have time to do sightseeing. While there, she took us around to see Indianapolis. Coming home, we traveled in Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, Nebraska, Wyoming, Utah and home to Idaho. A blizzard was following us so we didn't get sight seeing done on the way home, either. We did stop in Springfield, Illinois, to see President Lincoln's home, his tomb, and we bought a few souveniers.

Patricia and her mother-in-law came back in Patricia's car. It wasn't in too good condition, so we had her drive in front and we drove behind so if she had any car trouble, we would know it.

In 1956 and 1957, our oldest daughter, Moena, lived in Tacoma, Washington, while her husband was in the Army at Ft Lewis, Washington. My husband, Wesley, and I made several journeys by car to see them. We went by way of Boise, Idaho, Vale, Baker, LeGrande and Pendleton, Oregon, and Pasco, and Yakama, Washington, through the Snowqulamie Pass (mountains) and through Rainier National Park. We drove up the mountain to the resort which is as near to the glacier as anyone can get in a car. The scenery was beautiful . We would see mountain range after mountain range any way we looked. Close around us, the grass was green and small flowers were in bloom. But, the wind was very cold, blowing off the glacier. The icy peak of Mr [sic] Rainier shone in the distance like a huge diamond.

The next year, 1957, we went to the west coast by way of Boise, up the Payette River to Horse Shoe Bend, Cascade, Donnelly, McCall, up the Salmon River through Riggins, Whitebird, Grangeville and spent the night with our son Donald, in Moscow, Idaho.

The next morning, we went on the Spokane, Washington. We took highway 2 to Wilber and 4 to the Grand Coulee Dam, which is built across the Columbia River. If [sic] furnishes water for irrigation and domestic use for about 400,000 people. We went through the dam which was very interesting. We then drove on to Winatchee, Washington, the apple country. We stopped there and bought a bushel of Red Delicious apples to take to our son Derald and family who lived in Seattle, Washington.

After visiting our son and his family in Seattle, and our daughter and family in Tacoma, we traveled on down the Pacific coast. It was a beautiful drive. We could see the big waves coming in and dashing against the big black rocks that are jutting out along the coast. We saw some oyster beds. We crossed the mouth of the Columbia River on a big ferry boat at a little place called Megler, Washington. We landed at Astoria, Oregon. We stopped at Seaside, Oregon, went out on the beach, went throught [sic] an acquarium [sic] that had all kinds of deep sea fish in it. We enjoyed the journey down the coast very much, because we didn't hurry. We stopped many times and looked at the ocean and took many pictures.

At Newport, Oregon, we started back across the state of Oregon, going through Corvallis, Burns, Nyssa, Boise and on home to Kimberly. The scenery along the coast was very beautiful because of the abundance of rain in that area. There were huge trees, smaller trees, large broad leaf ferns, mosses, flowers and lakes.

The last week in September, 1958, Wesley and I took another journey to see our daughter, Moena, and family who had moved from Tacoma, Washington to Beloit, Wisconsin where her husband had a job working as an engineer for Fairbanks-Morse.

We left Kimberly and went through Burley, Idaho and Ogden, Utah, Rock Springs, Rawlins, and Casper, Wyoming. From there, we took highway 20 through Nebraska, Iowa and Illinois. We stopped at Galena, Illinois, and went through President Ulysses S Grant's former home. It was very interesting to see. The State Historical Society is preserving it and it's furnishinings [sic] as it was when he lived in it. We then traveled easterly to Rockford, Illinois. There, we turned north about 20 miles to Beloit, Wisconsin, where our daughter and family lived.

After visiting with our daughter, Moena, for two weeks, we came back through Wisconsin, Minnesota, South Dakota, and Wyoming. We drove through "The Bad Lands“ in South Dakota. This is really a sight to see. I could not describe it in a way anyone would really know what it looks like. To stand on a peak and look out over the vast expanse, it looks as if at one time all the land was the same height, flat and level . But through erosion, deep canyons, caverns, large and small peaks have formed. Some places may look like a large castle with its many rooms, turrets and windows. Some peaks will extend up into the air until the top most point will be as small as the end of my finger yet down its sides, it will have the same eroded places as a large peak. It looks as if a very heavy rain had fallen straight down and washed little canyons straight down the sides of the little peaks. The colors of the formations run in horizontal lines and are mostly grays, oranges, yellows, and tans. Anyone can look across it in any direction for miles and it all looks the same. If anyone got lost there, they would never get out because it all looks the same. We were there just before sunset. We stayed and took a picture of the sunset. It was beautiful.

We stayed at Graybull, South Dakota that night, and drove on to the Black Hills the next day. We went through the Mt. Rushmore Cave early the next morning, drove to Mt Rushmore, climbed up to the foot of the peak where there is a large building which has one side all of glass. Anyone can sit in the building and look at the Mr. Rushmore peak where the busts of Presidents George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt and Abraham Lincoln are carved into the granite mountain. From the building, they look life size, but we were told that the nose of Goerge [sic] Washington is 40 feet long. This will give you an idea of the size of the busts.

After we left Mt. Rushmore, we drove through Montana, and Wyoming. We went into Yellowstone Park through the east entrance, which is the Shoshone Canyon. The road was chipped out of the solid rock walls of the canyon, and not too wide. I sure was glad when we got through it . We traveled about in the Park, took a look at the geysers and took some pictures. The "Old Faithful“ and "Castle" geysers are the largest. We left the Park through the west entrance. We came home by way of Ashton, Rexburg, Idaho Falls, American Falls, and Burley, to Kimberly.

In February, 1960, Wesley and I went to Los Angeles, California, to bring my mother, Mary Ann Hogan (Tyler) home to Kimberly. We went through the Los Angeles Tempie and to Marine Land while we were there.

From Los Angeles, we went to Mesa, Arizona, stayed all night and went through the Temple while we were there. We met quite a number of our friends who had gone to Mesa for the winter. The weather there is very nice during the winter, but rather hot during the summer.

We came back home through Pheonix [sic], Wickenburg, and Parker, Arizona, Needles, California, Seachlight, Hederson, Las Vegas, Caliante, Ely and Wells, Nevada, and Rogerson, Twi n Falls and home to Kimberly.

196l---We have traveled through 23 of the 50 states, and visited 12 of the capitol cities. We have visited the Teton National Park, in Wyoming. We took a ride in a boat on Jenny's Lake. We drove to the Jackson dam and lake . It was very pretty in that area. Many large pine trees and the lakes. The Grand Teton peaks were standing close by and reaching up above everything else in that area. The park is in the side of Wyoming where it joins Idaho on the west.

We visited the volcanic formation which starts at the Yellowstone Park above Idaho Falls. The lava flow spread almost all the way through eastern Idaho from north to south. It formed many craters near Arco which area is called "Craters of the Moon." There are many places in a northerly direction across the river from Kimberly, Idaho, where the rocks have blown up forming a large mound or a long ridge of rocks that have large cracks in the top. All those cracks and holes had to open so the hot steam and gases could escape from the earth. There isn't any historical record of this huge eruption, that I know of. It must have happened at the time of the death and crucifixion of the Savior.

In 1966, the last week of February, we went to California. We took the road that would go through the famous "Death Valley“. We were told that it is so hot there during the summer time that many people in the early days met their death trying to go through. That is why it is called “Death Valley". We went through “Scotty's Castle" which was built or supervised by Scotty, an old prospector who lived and hunted treasures near there.

A very well-to-do man who was in very poor health came to that area hoping to improve his health. When he found Scotty there, he told him he would furnish all the money he needed to build him a home there where he could be out in the fresh desert air when he wanted to. This Scotty did. The building had many different kinds of wood and other materials from many countries of the world. The building was very modern for that period and much was far advanced modernization, far surpassing what was thought of at that time except by a very few. Or maybe, he was inspired. I have never heard of anything so modern at that time. He had water piped from up the canyon to the house. Each room was cooled by water running down the wall from the ceiling to the floor. It ran into a shallow pool at the bottom then collected for use again or it was recirculated. He built a large music room. A large pipe organ covered one side. He made it so it could be made to sound like any single instrument or it could cound [sic] like a very large orchestra. The kitchen was large and very convenient. The Castle cost two million dollars in the early 1920's. I don't know how much it would cost now. The Scotty Castle would be a marvel for anyone to see.

When we left the Castle, we took highway 72 through Death Valley to Baker, Barstow and Montebello, California, where my sister Glenda lives. While we were there, my sister took us to the Huntington Library at Whittier, California. The gardens around the building are very beautiful. The library contains many rare books and paintings from different parts of the world.

Our youngest son, Derald, bought a newly built home in the City of Kimberly. He lived in it two or three years and decided he would like to live in the country with his growing family. He asked us if we would trade houses with him so he could raise his children on the farm. After much thought, we decided to trade. We exchanged places. We hurried to get our household goods and other supplies arranged in the house and got ready to go to the World's Fair in San Antonio, Texas. This was in July of 1968. We went to the Fair for two days. We all went on a boat ride on the San Antonio River which runs through the city. We visited some of the very old missions and saw the “Alamo” buildings and walls. We visited many old Indian ruins in Colorado, New Mexico and Texas. While in El Paso, we crossed the border into Old Mexico. We visited some of the stores. The main interest to us was the Glass Blowing factory. It was very interesting to see the men form the many glass objects while they held the glass in a huge hot furnace. They had a room adjoining the furnace room in which they had on display many, many of the things they had made. In Houston, Texas, we took a tour through the huge Astrodome in which football and probably many other games are played. On one side of the building, on an upper floor, is a large area enclosed with glass where the elite sit to watch the games. It is furnished very elaboratly [sic] in red velvet chairs and sofas. Beautiful tables and chairs where they can sit and drink or eat if they choose.

We went through the Carlsbad Cavern, an enormous cave in the grand, at Carlsbad, New Mexico. This tour was with the James Travel Tours of Salt Lake City, Utah.

In October, 1970, we took a tour on the Kirkman Bros. Bus Lines. We went northwest this time. We went through Oregon, to Seattle, Washington and visited the World Fair Grounds. We traveled through British Columbia, Canada, to Banff. We saw Lake Louise, that so many talk about. We road [sic] on a lift to the top of one of their highest mountains. It was very pretty up there. We could see many large mountain ranges covered with large evergreen trees. We went to Waterton Lake, to a park where a large herd of buffalo were kept, to Calgary, Alberta, Canada and went through the Cardston Temple while there. We came home through the pan handle of Idaho. We travelled along Coeur d' Alene Lake and town, to Moscow, Idaho, on down through the state to home in Kimberly. The same year, 1970, we went on another tour with the Kirkman Tours. This time we went to the Fisherman's Wharf, in San Francisco, took a ride on the trolley cars, went across the Golden Gate Bridge and took a boat ride on the harbor waters. We drove down the coast of California and stopped at Carmel by the Sea and visited many of the old Catholic Missions that have been restored as tourist attractions along the coast.

We went with the James Travel Tours to the Rose Parade in Pasadina, Caiifornia, 26 December, 1970 through 2 January, 1971. We visited the famous Hersts Castle, went to a Lawrence Welk show, to the Sea World, and to Knotts Berry Farms (again), where we had dinner that evening.

In July of 1971, we went with the James Travel Tours to the Hill Camorah [sic] Pageant. We visited all the church sights in Vermont, New York, Ohio, Illinois, and Missouri. The Pageant was in Palmyra, New York. We visited Boston, Massachusets [sic], Delaware, Washington DC, the Virginias, and many historical evidences of the early forming of America. We visited The Betsy Ross Home (the woman who made our first flag), The Old Church (there we saw the lanterns Paul Revere hung in the church to signal which way the British were coming). Paul rode through the country by horse to warn the people.

We drove to Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Montreal is on a group of islands in the St Lawrence River. We road [sic] on a subway train that went through a tunnel under the St Lawrence River to another one of the islands, to visit the World's Fair, or Expo-67, as they called it. It was very interesting as all Fairs are. We stayed in Niagra Falls, New York, one night. While there, we went up in a "Needle" to get a better view of Niagra Falls, the Niagra River, the city of Niagra Falls and the view of Canada across the river. It was a very beautiful sight. The city is very clean and beautifully landscaped. Wesley and I could see the Falls from our hotel window.

We saw Old Ironsides and walked on it. We visited George Washington's home and plantation, the Potomac River that George Washington was supposed to have thrown a silver dollar across. The river landing is on one side of his place. We saw his monument. We visited the Capitol Building, the United Nations Building, and the Empire State Building. In Virginia, we visited the Robert E Lee College and the chapel where he worshipped (this was in Lexington). We saw Stonewall Jackson's statue and the cemetery where he and all of his family are buried. This was across the street from The Heritage House, where we spent the night. We also went through the beautiful Luray Caverns in Virginia.

The latter part of September, 1973, Wesley and I flew to Beloit, Wisconsin, to visit our duaghter [sic] Moena, and family. While we were there, Moena took us sight seeing. We went through the Octagon House in Watertown, Wisconsin. It was designed and built by the owner, John Richards in the 1850's. It has three stories above the ground and a full basement. It has a circular stairway that extends from the basement through the center of the house, to the top. It is modern in its lighting, heating, water and sewer systems even if they are a little crude in comparison to the systems we have now. Water was piped from the basement through the center of the house and a faucet was installed on each floor of the house. If any member of the family didn't want or wasn't able to come down to the kitchen to eat, it was sent up to them on the Dumb Waiter. We also went through the Three Domes botanical garden in Milwaukee county's Mitchell Park. It was a very interesting place. The temperature was kept in the different rooms so that any flower from any country would thrive in it.

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Sunday, March 16, 2014

Life History of Velma Tyler Glenn (1906-1996): Part 1


LIFE HISTORY OF VELMA TYLER GLENN
Written February, 1961
Updated October, 1984

I was born of goodly parents on a farm ten miles north of Pocahontas, Randolph County, Arkansas, Thursday, 25 January, 1906. The sixth child of a family of twelve. My mother is Mary Ann Hogan, daughter of John Gabriel Hogan, born 22 March , 1851 , and Mariah Elizabeth Segraves, born 14 June, 1856. My father is Rufus Black Ty1er, born 20 August, 1871. He is the son of John Tyler and Sarah Catherine Jones.

The house where I was born was a large two story log house with a fire place in each room. It was built by my grandfather, John Gabriel Hogan, and his brother, Joseph Antony Hogan.

My ancestors are Irish, Welch, English, German, Holland Dutch, or so my ancestors said. There were Doctors, ministers, lawyers, school teachers, farmers, cobblers, weavers, etc. They landed on the eastern coast of the United States in the late sixteen and early seventeen hundreds.

Some of them were in all of the early wars—the Indian War, Revolutionary War, the War of 1812, the Civil War and the war with Mexico. My second great grandfather, Vincent, was in the Revolutionary War. My great grandfather, Thomas Henry Segraves, was in the Civil War, on the side of the Confederacy. Also, his brother, Jacob, was in the Civil war. Great grandfather Martin Miller Hogan had four sons in the Civil War, on the Condfederate [sic] side. They were Humphry, Martin Miller, Jr., Henry Jackson Hogan and Benjamin Franklin Hogan. Humphry and Martin Jr, lost their lives in the war. Grandfather John Tyler had three sons in the Civil War, on the Confederate side. They were Ambrose, Thomas Jefferson and George Washington Tyler. Ambrose and Thomas Jefferson lost their lives as a result of the war.

I had two brothers, Samuel Lyman and Rufus Lloyd Tyler, in the Navy during World War II. My nephews, E1mer Johnson, Dewey Johnson, Clifford Johnson, Chester Alvin Issacs, Porter Issacs, LaVern Issacs, were also in the war. LeVern lost his life as the troops moved into Germany.

My ancestors were very religious and patriotic. The feeling of patriotism must have been born in me because, ever since I can remember, I have had a very reverent feeling toward our flag and our country. Saluting the flag and all our patriotic songs brings tears of joy and gratitude.

I have four brother and seven sisters: Ada Ethel, born 2 July 1893, died 20 June 1955; Emmett, born 22 June 1895, died 10 November 1921; Ora Blanche, born 18 February 1898, died 18 April 1980; Edna, born 21 April 1900 *; Thelma, born 31 March 1903, died 6 August 1904; myself; John Leslie, born 16 February 1909 *; Glenda Opal, born 19 May 1912 *; Mildred, born 27 February 1915 *; Jewel Catherine Elizabeth, born 23 June 1918 *; Samuel Lyman, born 27 March 1920 *; Rufus Lloyd, born 25 June 1923*. My mother and father also raised two children, Ethel and Ellen Tyler, infants of my father's brother, Alexander Breckenridge Tyler. (* still living Nov, 1984)

There were so many of us, we never had time to get lonesome. Each child had chores to do—washing dishes, bed making, carrying in wood and water, etc. This helped to keep us out of mischief. We caried [sic] all of the water from a large spring a few yards from the house. The spring was about four to six feet and flowed from under a large oak tree (about 2-1/2 to 3 ft in diameter). Father made a little house over the stream about 20 feet from the spring. In this we kept our milk, butter, etc, during the summer to keep it cool. We children had to take turns going after the milk, butter and water. We always worked in pairs--two to wash and dry the dishes, two to make beds, two to get the wood, etc. Then we would change jobs. If we forgot whose turn it was to do what, mother straightened us out.

After the evening meal, everyone gathered around the big fire place in the living room, played games, popped corn, told stories and sang songs.

When we children got tired of playing with each other, got angry or started to argue with each other, dad would make us kiss and say we were sorry. My! That sure is hard to do when you were mad at someone. I think we would rather have had a spanking.

Mother's mother and father lived quite close to us. We children loved to go visit with them. We very often spent the night with them. We always went early enough to help them with the chores and ate the evening meal with them. After the meal, we sat around the fire and talked. Grandma told us stories about their ancestors and grandfather played his violin. Grandma said he would sometimes sit up playing his violin until midnight. She would get tired and go to bed.

Grandfather and grandmother had a large Seth Thomas clock that set on a shelf on the wall. I loved to hear it's [sic] musical tones as it chimed the hours.

Grandfather Hogan and my father at one time, had about 320 acres of land. We weren't rich, but we had as many clothes as anyone. Everyone had one best outfit every summer and every winter, two school dresses, and two every day dresses. We had to always change when we came home into our “every day clothes". Mother made all the clothes and was an excellent seamstress. Women came from all around the area to get mother to help with their sewing problems. She could make beautiful hand made button holes and her pintucks were perfect.

My grandfather, John Gabriel Hogan, built a church house on his farm. He said that people in that community needed a church to go to and any minister who would come into the community could preach in it. Ministers of different faiths came in and held meetings in it for some time. In the early spring of 1899, the Latter Day Saints, or "Mormons" came and asked permission to hold meetings in it. Grandfather gave them permission and asked them to stay with him while they were in the community. The missionaries stayed and taught grandfather and grandmother the religion while they were there. They were converted and baptized in June of 1899.

While the missionaries were holding a meeting one night, my father heard some of the men plotting to mob the missionaries. Father asked them to stay at our place that night. The men followed mother, father and the missionaries all the way home but didn't try to bother them. Father thought they would try to attack them after they went to bed. They all went to bed, father being the last. He first barred the heavy oak doors, loaded his shot gun, and stood it by his bed, then said a silent prayer for protection. He laid awake most of the night, thinking the men would attack at any time. No one came.

The missionaries went to some other area of the state. While they were gone, a minister of another faith come and told such disgraceful tales about the Mormons that father told mother if the Mormons were that kind of people, he didn't want anything to do with them. The missionaries came back into that area two more times. On May 29th, 1902, my father and mother were baptized. 22 February, my oldest sister, Ada Ethel (10 years), my oldest brother, Emmett (8), and mother's sister Mazie Hughes Hogan (9) were baptized. It was so cold that the missionaries had to chop a hole in the ice to do the baptizing, so grandfather wanted them to wait until warmer weather. Aunt Mazie refused and just walked into the icy water dressed as she was, shoes and all. They wrapped the children in quilts and blankets and walked to grandpas [sic] place, about a forth [sic] of a mile away, to change into dry clothes.

My parents joined the church (LDS) six years before I was born.

I was blessed by a missionary, Elder Ira L. Nealey, 13 April 1906. When I was 13 months old, the family decided they wanted to live where a branch or ward of the Church was located. They packed our things and moved off and left our home for Utah. We stayed in Murray, a suburb of Salt Lake City, for two weeks. Dad didn't like it there, so we headed back to our home in Arkansas (Foster, Randolph co, Ark). We did our traveling by train on the Denver-Rio Grande Railroad, through Salt Lake City, Denver and Pueblo, Colorado, Kansas City and St Louis, Mo. The folks did stay long enough to collect a few picture folders of the areas they went through, and of Salt Lake City.

By the time I was eight years o1d, the missionaries had persuaded my father to move to Enola, Arkansas, where there was a branch of the church called the Barney Branch, about 30 miles north of Little Rock. It was there I was baptized and confirmed by Elder Arthur Glover, 2 May, 1915.

A few days before the baptism, a heavy rain storm had made the river where we had to do the baptisms very swift and muddy. Sunday was set for the baptism. Another couple and I were the only ones to be baptized. A large crowd of members and a large one of non-members had gathered to see the baptism. Mother knew I had a horror of water it if [sic] was muddy so I could not see into it, and if it was more than ankle deep. She was afraid I would cry and refuse to be baptized. I imagine she said a silent prayer because I didn't feel the least bit afraid. Any time before that, or since, I would have screamed in horror if someone had tried to get me to go into the water.

Soon after we moved to the Barney Branch, father was put in as president and my oldest brother, Emmett, was put in as Sunday School superintendent.

We now had our own church to go to and our own school, taught by one of the missionaries. The non-members were very bitter toward the Mormons. We had to pass each other on our way to school. The non-members would not speak to us if there were four or more walking on the other side of the road. We children called them 'love breakers'. The church later thought it would be better if we went to the regular public school. It did help. The people became more friendly with us.

While we lived in the Barney Branch, our brother, Emmett, married and two sisters, Blanche and Edna, married and the two cousins mother and father raised from infancy, were also married.

On 27 February, 1919, my father decided he wanted to go back to the farm we left in northern Arkansas. About 15 December, 1923, Dad got the travelling fever again. We moved to Ft. Thomas, Arizona, where one of my sisters lived. On 9 June, 1927, we moved to Twin Falls, Idaho. All the married children except my oldest sister, Ada, had moved to Idaho and liked it very much.

I had finished high school and wanted to take nurses training, but my folks didn't want me to, because, at that time, a lot of people thought nursing was a degrading profession. I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to do so I didn't go to college.

I saw my future husband twice during the summer of 1928. We met officially at a dance in September of that year. A friend, George Miller, introduced him to me. I suppose Jerald Wesley Glenn, who had just returned from a mission in Australia, was shopping around to see which girl he liked the best and had gone with George's girl, because when George introduced us he said, "Here is a nice girl. Go with her and leave mine alone!" We danced together that evening. We saw each other at the dance every week end. Then he asked me for a date to the "Green and Gold Ball". We went together steady after that night. We were engaged 20 January 1929, and married 30 August that year in the Salt Lake Temple, Salt Lake City, Utah, by Elder George F. Richards. We spent some time sight seeing in Salt Lake City and took a drive up the Columbia river to Portland, Oregon. We were gone two weeks.

Our first home was an old five room two story house on one of the farms of Wesley's father. On 15 January 1931, our first child, a daughter was born. Wesley's mother named her Moena. On 17 March 1932, our second child, a daughter, was born. We named her Patricia because she was born on St. Patrick's Day and Ann because it was a family name on both sides of the family. On 24 August 1933, our first son was born. We named him Donald Wesley--Wesley after his father and Donald for another name, I guess. Our fourth and last child, a son, was born 21 October 1936. I never could decide on a name for any of the children. One day my brother Lyman was visiting me. I told him I could not think of a name. He thought awhile and then said, "Why not add a 'D' to his dad‘s first name and call him Derald instead of Jerald (his dad's first name). Then he said, "add Boyd for a middle name and you will have Derald Boyd Glenn." That is what we named him or what Lyman named him. We were very happy. We had two girls and two boys.

While Donald was a baby, we moved to the place where we lived for a long time, on Highway US 30, one mile north and one mile west of Kimberly, Idaho.

Our children had the usual childhood diseases,mumps, measels [sic], chicken pox, whooping cough, etc. There weren't any vaccinations for those diseases at that time.

They all went to school, both grade and high school, in Kimberly. They were in all plays, bands, and choruses. Donald studied the clarinet and Derald the oboe. The two girls took vocal, violin, and piano lessons. They all won awards at the music festivals with their musical selections. During the summer of 1947, Moena and Patricia studied music at the summer music camp in Moscow, Idaho.

Moena graduated from Kimberly High School in 1949, Patricia in 1950, Donald in 1951 and Derald in 1954. Donald and Derald were president of the Kimberly Future Farmers of America (FFA) while they were seniors in high school. They won a number of awards in that field of study. Derald was selected to go to Kansas City, Mo., two different years to attend the National FFA Convention. One year he played his oboe in the National Band.

Donald attended the University of Idaho, at Moscow for four years, graduating with a degree in agronomy. The first year in college, he was chosen to be a member of the "Inter-Collegent Knights", which was quite an honor because it is usually given to an upper classman. In Moscow he met and later married Bonnie Ann Pickett, 16 June 1953, in the Idaho Falls Temple.

Derald, our youngest, went two years at Moscow majoring in music. He met Lois Adelaide Taylor. They married 15 June 1955 in the Idaho Falls Temple. While Derald was going to school at Moscow, a representative from Boeing Aircraft contacted him and influenced him to go work in their plant at Renton, Washington. He worked there for two years. He decided he wanted to come back to the farm and work with his father. This he did.

Patricia took a business course at Henager's Business College in Salt Lake City, Utah, and then worked as a stenographer at the Idaho Power Company division office in Twin Falls. In 1952 she met her husband, Allan Eugene Bates. They were married 31 March 1953 in the Idaho Falls Temple.

Moena attended two years at the University of Idaho at Moscow as a music major. She was chosen to be a member of the "Women's National Music Organization". She met her husband, Van Tassell Stonehocker, there. They were married 11 September 1951, in the Logan Temple, Logan, Utah.

We never had very much money but we have helped all of our children in one way or another. We divided food we raised each year and some money now and then as we had a bit to spare. We divided milk, meat, and vegetables that we raised in the huge garden that I planted and took care of every year.

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