Wednesday, May 31, 2023

Washington Perry McArthur and Urania Gregg McArthur ~~~Pioneers of the Month ~~~June 2023



According to the Index of Utah Pioneers compiled by the Sons of the Utah Pioneers
 Urania Gregg came to Utah as a pioneer when she was 24.
 She was married to Washington Perry McArthur in Scrubgrass 
Township, Venango County, Pennsylvania on October 25, 1846, when she was 20 years old. 
Very quickly the new family began the move west, as her first child, 
Almeda Jennett McArthur was born just a few days 
over a year later in 1847 in Fort Madison, Lee County, Iowa.

Monday, May 1, 2023

Mary Ann Dallin Wheelock


Mary Ann was the wife of Cyrus Wheelock who was Pioneer of the Month, 

August 1, 2008.  Not much was said about his wife Mary Ann.  So now we can

learn more. 

Mary Ann Dallin Wheelock 

Mariane Dallen
BIRTH27 May 1831
Devon, England
DEATH13 Mar 1892 (aged 60)
Mount Pleasant, Sanpete County, Utah,
Mount Pleasant, Sanpete County, Utah, USA PLOTA_ms_109_5

Her parents were Tobias Dallin (Dalling) and Anthena Finch.
Mary Ann was the firstborn of ten children.  She was the caregiver in the Dallin family.  Her mother died while the family was still living in England.
After her mother's death, Tobias joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. 
 Tobias Dallin moved his family across the Bristol Channel to the area of Newport, Monmouthshire.
 On May 27, 1848, Tobias was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints by W. Hemshaw.

 His children who were old enough were baptized in the months that followed: Mary Anne, Thomas, Robert, and Anthea on Oct. 5th and John and William on Jan. 30th of 1849. Catherine is listed as a member of the branch in the Newport branch records, but no baptism date is given for her.

Family tradition says that the Dallin family was converted to the LDS Church by Cyrus Wheelock, who later married Mary Anne Dallin. 

Newport records and the history of a neighbor in Springville who also joined the Church in Newport confirm that Cyrus was a missionary in that area at the time the Dallins were baptized, though he did not personally baptize any of the family. No mention is made of Tobias' wife, Anthea in the Newport records.  

One more child was born after the family moved to this area. Louisa was christened in August of 1849 at Hartland, Devonshire, but Tobias’ residence was listed at Newport in Monmouthshire.  Anthea’s name did not appear on the baptismal record. It is possible that Anthea died just after Louisa's birth.
Anthea was buried back in her birth parish of Clovelly on 24 August 1849.

The four oldest brothers of the Dallin family, John, William, Thomas, and Robert, sailed on the “North Atlantic” from Liverpool on 4 September and arrived in New Orleans on 1 November 1850.  Evidence from genealogical records suggests that the brothers traveled to the Salt Lake Valley in 1851.  However, further research is needed to determine the exact company they traveled with.    

The rest of the Dallin family traveled to the Salt Lake Valley in 1852 with the Abraham O. Smoot Company.  

The brother’s father, Tobias, and the rest of their siblings, Mary Ann, Catherine, Eliza, and Edwin, sailed from Liverpool on the “Ellen Maria” on 10 February, and arrived in New Orleans on 5 April 1852.

Mary Ann's birth and death dates are confirmed by the Utah State History Cemeteries and Burials Database and Find A Grave website.

Mary Ann married Cyrus Hubbard Wheelock on December 11, 1853. They were the parents of seven children and they were living in Springville, Utah.


They moved to Mt. Pleasant, Utah December 1863. Then they moved to North Ogden where Cyrus was called to be a bishop.  At this time Mary Ann taught school.  Then they moved back to Mt. Pleasant.

Mary Ann was a small woman, but a woman of strength, as was displayed in the many trials of endurance faced in her life.  She had a keen mind.  She was able to discern, foresee, and counsel family and friends. Her husband traveled a lot making life difficult and lonely at times. 

Mary Ann passed away on March 13, 1892, in Mt. Pleasant at the age of sixty-one.

Tabias Dallin
Father of Mary Ann Dallin 

Anthena Finch Dallin

Mary Ann Wheelock's Timeline

May 27, 1831
Birth of Mary Ann Wheelock
West Bromwich, Sandwell, UK

June 19, 1831
christened on 6/19/1831
Ilfracombe, Devonshire, England

June 19, 1831
christened on 6/19/1831
Ilfracombe, Devonshire, England
October 1850
Birth of Kate Ethlinda Wheelock
West Bromwich, Stafford, England
Birth of Julian Russell Wheelock
Utah Territory
February 17, 1861
Birth of Cyrus Alberto Wheelock
Springville, Utah, Utah, United States
October 26, 1863
Birth of Marion Ella Wheelock
Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah
October 16, 1865
Birth of Hannah Ellen Maude Wheelock
Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah

Marian Dallin Wheelock 
Grave Marker 

Cyrus Wheelock is one of my favorite Mt. Pleasant Pioneers 


Friday, March 31, 2023

Andrew Johansen and Annie Monsen Johansen ~~~ Pioneers of the Month ~~~ April 2023


Andrew and Anna 

Andrew Johansen's life story in The Niels Johansen Family Record Book, compiled by Gayle Hayward Bailey, November 1968. Story submitted by Beverly Johansen Edvalson.


Andrew Johansen, the fifth son and seventh child of Niels and Ane Andersen Johansen, was born on 26 November 1870 at "The Bottoms," an area located a little west of Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah. His father lived the then-prevailing church law of polygamy and had two sisters, Ane and Andersina Andersen for his wives. Ane, Andrew's mother, lived on a farm at the Bottoms while Andersine (or Sena) and her children lived in Mt. Pleasant. Andrew did not receive too much early schooling perhaps because of the distance to school or perhaps because he was needed to help on the farm. Although he was the fifth son, two boys had died while very young, and the oldest (Joseph) had married when Andrew was only seven years old; this left just Andrew and John to help on the farm and assume responsibilities when their father was not at home. When Andrew was fifteen his mother died. She left her husband and a family of six living children.. Living just a few miles north of Niels Johansen's farm was another Danish convert and his family. Mons and Maren Katherine Pallesen (Jensen) Monsen had come from Denmark in 1879. Their oldest child, Annie, along with one brother had been born in Denmark. (The Monsens later had five additional children.) Andrew began "courting" Annie Monsen--taking her horseback riding, to the local dances and to church parties. Two days before Andrew's twenty-first birthday they went to the Manti Temple to be married. After their marriage, Andrew and Annie purchased a farm on the Bottoms, but later acquired a home in Mt. Pleasant. In addition to farming, Andrew spent some time during their early married life herding sheep in Scipio. They lived in Mt. Pleasant for seventeen years and during this time Annie gave birth to six children: Fredrick Leo 10 February 1893; Andrew Orange 2 April 1896; Vienna 4 November 1899; Arda May 5 April 1901; Mons Neldon 1 April 1904; Ada Arvinna 2 January 1907. Two of the girls, Vienna and Arda May, passed away during this period and are buried in Mt. Pleasant. Vienna was just a little over four months old when she died of whooping cough and Arda May had heart trouble and passed away at the age of three. In 1908 they heard of some land in the Uintah Basin that could be obtained if a person made the proper filing and then homesteaded it, continuing the necessary improvements. Andrew and his brother-in-law, Will Oman, (married to Andrew's younger sister, Annie) decided to investigate and they later filed on some land in Boneta, a community fifteen miles north of Duchesne, the county seat of Duchesne County. The two men left in the late winter or early spring for Boneta and built homes for their families. In April they returned to Mt. Pleasant for their families and traveled to Colton and thence to the "Basin." Their first home in Boneta was a one-room log cabin with a sod roof, dirt floor, and no windows. (It was located under the hill from their later large family home.) Conditions were very similar to those of the early pioneers of Salt Lake Valley. Sagebrush had to be burned and land cleared before any planting could be done. Some other settlers from Sanpete also joined them at about the same time. There was no water so they had to haul it in. In the winter they melted snow. Then the men all went up to the Lake Fork River and made a canal. Even with the canal and new ditches, many areas were quite a distance from water and still had to haul it to their homes. Because of Indian treaties, Indians had priority on water rights and the settlers worked hard with their crops and meager water privileges. However, the Lord was sure with them and while Andrew didn't become a rich man of gold or silver, he did raise a posterity to honor his name. During this hard period of homesteading, there were few, if any, serious illnesses in his family. (Among his posterity three descendants are named after him: Andrew Orange Johansen, a son; Donald Andrew Johansen, a grandson; and Donald Andrew Johansen, Jr., a great-grandson.) In 1911, Annie returned to Mt. Pleasant for the winter to await the birth of their seventh child. Leo had stayed in Boneta with his father and the other children accompanied their mother. On 25 February 1911 their last child, Mary Catherine, was born. They first had a school in Boneta which also served as the church meeting place; later a chapel was built. At this time Andrew built a "townhouse" near the church and school for winter living and in the spring and summer, they moved to their farmhouse under the hill. Finally about eight or ten years after they had arrived in Boneta, they built a lovely four-room ranch house on a flat overlooking the surrounding area, and it was here Andrew spent the remaining years of his life. Annie's brother, Orson Monsen's wife died in 1925 after giving birth to a baby boy. Andrew and Annie took the baby, Frank Monsen, into their home and loved and raised him as their own. Andrew and Annie sent one son, Andrew Orange, on a mission and helped their other children in establishing their own homes. Andrew was generous with what he had although he was very quiet. The following obituary was published at the time of his death: "Andrew Johansen, 68, one of Bonet'a earliest settlers, died suddenly at his home Sunday, July 23, 1939, at 4:15 P.M. ...Mr. Johansen had been suffering for several months from a serious heart ailment, but though he and his family had been warned his condition was serious, it was not expected that the end would come so soon. Sunday morning his son, Andrew Orange Johansen, of Logan, had arrived at the home and had suggested that his father and mother accompany him to Logan for a visit. Mr. Johansen seemed in good spirits and health as he prepared for the journey and all the members of his family were present to bid him goodbye as he left the house and entered his son's car. The car, with orange and his mother in the front seat and Mr. Johansen in the rear, had hardly traveled 100 yards when Mr. Johansen made some strange sounds that attracted his son's attention, and before the car could be brought to a halt he toppled over in the seat. Death apparently came almost instantly and the goodbyes Mr. Johansen had just given his family served as a goodbye for all time... Although a staunch L.D.S., Mr. Johansen never made any effort to push into the limelight in church work or otherwise. he was known by all his neighbors and friends as a quiet man with little to say, but one who was always a good neighbor, ready and willing to take the share of all responsibilities and cares. he was loved and respected by the entire community." Andrew's appearance was one of premature aging almost certainly coming from the hard pioneering work on his farm in Boneta. he carried the same appearance for years and never seemed to age any further than the first time you met him. He was a quiet hard-working man who never complained or spoke ill of anyone. His visits were always a treat to the grandchildren, and on one such visit, they brought a beautiful Christmas baby doll to their granddaughter, which she still treasures and holds dear. Andrew today (1968) has a posterity of 83; these and many other people will remember and hold dear the memory of Andrew Johansen. Story submitted by Beverly Johansen Edvalson. (Beverly originally began compiling the Niels Johansen Family Record, then asked if I would take over. She deserves our thanks for her foresight.)

Wednesday, March 1, 2023

Carl Gustave Bjelke and wife Mary Wall Bjelke ~~~ Pioneers of the Month March 2023

Carl Gustave Bjelke, son of Niels and Catherine was born in Malmo Sweden December 13, 1823. He learned the trade of shoemakers.  He joined the Latter Day Saint Church in 1857 and immigrated to Utah in 1861, crossing the plains in an ox train under Captain Murdock.

After residing in Salt Lake for one year he came to Mt. Pleasant in 1862 and worked at his trade and on a farm.

When he landed in New York he had just 50 cents left and he gave that to a Danish emigrant whose wife and baby was ill.

He was the only one in his family to come to this country except for a cousin by the name Streeper whose posterity is living in Davis County.

He lived in the fort the first winter and the next winter he had a shop where the Texico Service Station now stands (no longer).

Anthon H. Lund who later became prominent in the Church lived here with him during the winter.

He served 3 and 1/2 years in the mission field in the old country before coming here and was the means of converting several families to the Gospel, who then came to Utah and were located in Fairview and Moroni.

Mr. Bjelke was married to Mary Wall in the fall of 63. Seven children were born to them and four of them passed away in infancy.

The couple moved to Moroni in 1866.  That was the year the Black Hawk War was an uprising.  The subject of this sketch is Captain Swenson Company. 

After spending years in Moroni, they moved back to Mt. Pleasant where they resided ever since. 

After coming back to Mt. Pleasant Mr. Bjelke worked with four other shoemakers: Hafen, Hendricksen, Nielsen and Omen to make shoes for the growing community.

He was one of the companies that built the amusement hall which was afterward sold to Duncan McMillan and became the Wasatch Academy and later the First Presbyterian Church. 

He was also one of the first stockholders of the Snpete Coop in business 58 years.

Mr. Bjelke died in December of his 85th year. He belonged to the Kings Hussars while in Sweden  

(1823 to 1909)

Thursday, December 1, 2022

The Ellertson Family


Even though John and Gertrude Ellertson were not listed as Mt. Pleasant Pioneers, many of their family
were.  And many of the family still live here in Mt. Pleasant.
Including Speakman, Reams, Barentsen,Syndergaard 



by Ephraim Ellertsen

   John Eilertsen was born on 13 September 1823 in Carlsgave, Frederiksborg, Denmark, the son of Eilert & Barbara (Schadt) Henriksen.  John’s father was a cottager and tailor in Carlsgave.   

   Eilert & Barbara’s family consisted of 10 children, 2 of them dying in infancy.  When John was seven years old his father died leaving his family of eight, with the youngest only four years old.  Because of this death, the family became scattered very young.  John left home between the ages of ten and thirteen years and went to Copenhagen where he learned the trades of blacksmithing and milling. After several years he seldom heard from his family.

  His mother lived to be 92 years old. 

On April 13, 1844 John Eilertsen married Gertrude Christena Lund, daughter of Hans Peter & Gertrude Margareth (Larsen) Lund.  To them were born seven children, the first four being born in Denmark while the other three were born in America.

  In June 1850, Erastus and Willard Snow arrived in Copenhagen as missionaries.  They became very dear friends to the Lunds and Eilertsens.  Two of the Eilertsen children bear their names as also do some in the next generation.

   Gertrude Christena Eilertsen joined the Church with the first converts.  Later that year (1850) John Eilertsen, his mother-in-law Gertrude Margareth Larsen Lund, and her children Hans Peter Lund and Barbara Christena Lund, and her step-children Lars Peter Lund and Angelica Christena Lund.

   John Eilertsen did some missionary work in Copenhagen and then, Friday morning  November 7, 1854, John, his wife Gertrude Christena, three children, mother-in-law, and Lars Peter Lund set sail for America.  Barbara Christenea Lund planned to come to America but at the last minute changed her mind and never did emigrate.  Hans Peter Lund remained to do missionary work.  He came to America in 1857 and returned on the second mission in 1860. The others believed in the Gospel taught by the elders but did not feel that it would be the right thing to give up all they had and emigrate.

  The Ellertsens spent their last night with Sophia Louise who after became the fifth wife of Apostle Orson Hyde.

   They sailed on the steamer “Cimbra”, under the direction of Peter O. Hansen.  They safely arrived at Fredrickhaven on the east coast of Jutland where more emigrants joined them.  Upon leaving there, a fierce wind began to blow.  After several days of practically drifting around, the captain, though an experienced sailor, deemed it necessary to seek the nearest harbor in Norway.  This brought them into a beautiful harbor called Mendel, surrounded by very high cliffs.  In a few days, they again put out to sea.  The captain soon learned that the change was only for a short spell.  He then decided to go back to Mendal, but could not.  They were forced to go back to Fredrickhaven, their first stopping point.  They arrived there on December 9th, 1854.  On the 20th they set sail again.  The weather was worse than ever before.  For two days the ship fought her way against the raging winds and was forced to start back.  The wind suddenly changed, and immediately they steered for Hull landing there on the 24th of December.  The following day they continued their journey by rail to Liverpool, England. 

   They were checked to sail on the ship Helios, but because of the delay, they sailed on the James Nesmith.  Captain Mills was secured for their company.  They set sail from Liverpool on January 7, 1855.  They landed in New Orleans on February 8, 1855.

They sailed up the Mississippi, arriving at St. Louis, Missouri.  In March they continued their journey to Mormon Grove, Weston, Missouri, where Norman Willard was born on the 16th of April 1855.  They remained there for six weeks.  From there they crossed the plains in Noah T. Guyman’s Company.  They arrived in Salt Lake City on September 9, 1855.  They lived in Salt Lake City on 3rd East Street between 7th and 8th South, in part of the home of Lars Peter Lund’s three daughters.  Their mother had died while crossing the plains.  Later John Eilertsen bought two lots between 9th and 10th East and 8th and 9th South Streets.  They then moved o Spanish Fork in 1856 where they bought a home. 

It was there that John Louis and Ephraim were born.  John Eilertsen’s mother-in-law died in Spanish Fork at the age of eighty in 1861.

   John Eilertsen was the first councilor to the Bishop, and his wife was the Relief Society President.  He also married a second wife, Mary Hansen, and one son was born to them, John Paul Eilertsen.

   In January or April 1863 they moved to Spring City, Sanpete County, Utah, where they again bought a home and some farming land.  From there they moved to Mona, Juab County, Utah in June of 1873.  They owned a home on the main street and kept campers and travelers and also worked in the mercantile business.  Gertrude Christena died there on March 26, 1900.  He then married Christena Burrison but lived only one and one-half years after his marriage.


1. From another letter, probably by Ephraim Ellertsen, states:

a. The father of John Ellertson died at age 50.

b. the children of John Ellertson were Henry Peter, Julian Barbara, 

    Hannah Rosetta, Erastus, Norman Willard, John Louis, and Ephraim.

c. Erastus died shortly before they came to America at one year of age.

d. Those remaining said the Lord had blessed them wonderfully and felt

   they should stay and take care of it

2. The fifth wife of Apostle Orson Hyde was Sophia Margaret Lyon.

3. This history as relayed through the Ellertsen Family organization indicated

    that the Eilertsen home in Mona is still standing and that it was purchased by Ray Newton in the winter of 1929 and has been remodeled.  John Louis and his wife Eveline Dinitia lived in this home, after the death of their daughter Floosie  Rosetta lived in the home.  Mrs. Ray Newton was living in the home, in 1977.

4. The spelling of the Eilertsen name was changed to Ellertson.  The descendant of  John, Paul Ellertsen took the name of Ellison.

Transcribed by Elaine Speakman


Neola Gertrude Ellertson Olson One very special spiritual experience for Neola, occurred when she was twelve years old. Because her mother was the Relief Society president, she often attended the meetings to help with the music by playing the organ. She had been taught by her mother and was quite gifted. In one of the meetings, a woman stood and spoke in tongues. She said that Neola would one day cross the waters to preach the Gospel. Another woman then stood and gave the interpretation of this prophecy. This would indeed come to pass because she later served a mission for the Church in the Hawaiian Islands. A cousin who was in attendance at this meeting would later stand and relate the events at another church function. (Neola, my grandmother, told me this story.)

George and Neola Ellertson Olsen

Henry P. Ellertson
A veteran of the Indian War
listed ninth from the bottom 

more information and pictures (including names)
can be found at:

Tuesday, November 1, 2022

Isaiah Cox ~~~ Pioneer of the Month ~~~ November 1, 2022


One of Mt. Pleasant's First

Sitting in our northeast room of the Relic House is a picture of Isaiah Cox.
We honor Isiah as the first pioneer baby born in Mt. Pleasant.

Isiah Cox
First Born Pioneer Child In Mt. Pleasant 


1894 Lookout Mountain

1894/7: Elders at Lookout Mountain - Southern States Mission (6 July 1894)

Isaiah was the son of Isaiah Cox Sr. 
Isaiah Cox Sr. 
A History of Isaiah Cox Sr. will be posted tomorrow. 

Abigail and Mary Ann Were Sisters 

McMullin, Abigail


Abigail McMullin by Clesta Worthen Adams

Abigail McMullin was born in Payson, Utah County, Utah, 12 November 1861. Daughter of Willard Glover McMullin and Mary Ann Holmes. In December 1862 she moved with her parents, who had been called to colonize the cotton mission, to Harrisburg, Wash Co., Utah. Her father died on 18 Oct 1884. Her mother continued to live in Harrisburg for several years and then moved to Leeds, Wash. Co. She married Isaiah Cox, Jr., on 15 November 1882. They were the parent of eight children: Walter McMullin Cox, born 11 Aug 1883, at Leeds, Washington, Utah Mary Ann Cox, born 23 Jan 1885, at Harrisburg, Wash., Utah Willard Glover Cox, born 13 Feb 1887 at Harrisburg, Wash., Utah Abbie Cox, born 1 June 1888, at Harrisburg, Wash., Utah Wilford Fenton Cox, born 10 Aug 1890, at Harrisburg, Wash., Utah Lawrence Janes Cox born 4 March 1893 at Harrisburg, Wash., Utah Elson Holmes Cox, born 15 Oct 1896, at St. George, Wash., Utah Henrietta Cox, born 12 Apr 1900, at St. George, Wash., Utah 13 Abigail died of consumption 28 March 1904, at the very young age of 43. Mary Ann Cox had just turned nineteen at the time and took over in the home with much of the responsibility of caring for the younger children until her marriage later in the year. At that time she took Henrietta (Etta) with her for several years. (I am Clesta Worthen, daughter of Mary Ann Cox, and these are some of the things I remember that my mother told me. ) She said her mother, Abigail McMullin, was a very small woman, good at handling her children. During her final illness, she seemed to realize the danger of her disease infecting her family and instructed the older children to dig a deep hole away from the house and dispose of the waste that she coughed up by burying it in the hole and covering it with a layer of dirt each time. Just before she died she called her family around her and sat up in bed and appeared to be looking into the future as she recited a poem about the future of her family. The poem was not recorded, but my mother recalled that it told of some of her sons going to foreign lands, which two of them did. Wilford and Lawrence fought in France in World War I. The poem was very unusual, as she was not a poet - just seemed to be inspired at that time. In My 1976 I wrote to Aunt Abbie Moore to see if she remembered any of the poems her mother recited before she died. This is all she could remember: Children of Earth remember me While on this land or on the sea There is no better friend to thee Than Father, Mother, and God, these three.


Isaiah  Cox Jr. and Anne Middleton 


Cox, Isaiah Jr.



by Clesta Worthen Adams

I was around ten years old when Grandpa Cox and Aunt Anna moved to St.George. They had been living in the Moapa Valley, Nevada. I recall him talking about raising cantaloupes.

He said the ground got so it didn't produce well - got too hard - so he had the bright idea of plowing straw into the ground, and it produced much better.

 He and Aunt Anna built a new home in St. George, in the northwest part of town, and my father and mother built next door to them. Grandpa had an old threshing machine in his yard. He puttered around it a lot, hoping to invent something better. He had a large Asparagus patch in his yard and walked with his crop to Warren Cox's hotel. He liked to sit on his front porch and read the scriptures. While married to his first wife, Abigail McMullin, he was called on a mission to the Southern states, and his family had a real struggle while he was away. My mother told me how little food they had. She was the oldest girl. He got sick and had to return home. I remember when Mt. Pleasant had some big celebration, they asked him to come because he was the first white child born in that town. I have the large photograph that was taken of him at that time.   Grandpa was a tall slender man with dark hair (originally).

I thought he was very nice-looking. He had a hearty laugh, and I loved him. Apparently, he was quite a step dancer in his day. Once in a while, we could talk him into dancing a bit for us. He danced only with his feet - no arm movements at all - and he sort of stayed more or less in the same spot. We liked to watch him. He lived long enough to have a five-generation picture taken.  

Isaiah Cox, Jr. was born 5 June 1859 at Mount Pleasant, Sanpete Co. Utah blessed 29 Apr 1860 by James N. Jones Baptized 3 Oct 1867 by Daniel D. McArthur, Confirmed by the same man Endowed 15 Mar 1877 Ordained and elder 15 Mar 1877 by his father

Married 15 Nov 1882 to Abigail McMullin in St. George Temple (She died 28 Mar 1904)


Married Anna Elizabeth Middleton 8 Feb 1912

The first home I lived in was a rental at 364 W 200 N in St. George, Utah. I was brought there as a newborn infant and lived there for a few years. I don't remember living there but the couple living next door at 398 W 200 N became friends of our family for life. They were Isaiah and Annie Cox, better known to us as Grandpa and Aunt Annie. Isaiah had been married before and had children, that is why we called him grandpa. Aunt Annie married later in life and had no children. She sure knew how to spoil children though. Even after our family moved to another part of St. George, our family kept in close touch. My mother wrote this in her personal history: When Darrell was two, a baby girl was born to us. We named her Mary Anne. Our next door neighbor, Aunt Annie Cox, fell in love with Darrell when he was five months old. She came to be such a special person in our lives. After Darrell learned to walk good, he would go over to Aunt Annie's every day. She made all his clothes. She played so many games with him. Any time he broke a toy, he would say, "No matter, Annie will fix it!' Grandpa Cox was sort of partial to Mary Anne. She always kissed him on the forehead where he didn't have whiskers. Grandpa Cox blessed Mary Anne when she was two months old. Darrell called himself Grandpa's 'feetheart' and Annie's 'pet'. Mary Anne continues. I remember going to Aunt Annie's home often to visit after I grew older and we had moved to another neighborhood. My love for sugar sandwiches came from Aunt Annie. White bread spread with butter and sprinkled with sugar, then folded in half, is still a delicious favorite treat! Every time I eat a sugar sandwich, I think of Aunt Annie. ( It doesn't taste the same on whole wheat bread.) One winter night, in the mid 1950's, my favorite cousin, Linda, and I slept over at Cox's. The bedroom was not heated so we slept with heated bricks wrapped in blankets to keep our feet warm. This was a unique experience for both of us, one we had heard about but thought only happened in our parents day. Our breakfast was cooked on a wood stove before we woke up. In the warming oven at the top of the stove were bowls of piping hot cereal, fried eggs, bacon and white toast. We felt like royalty being served the finest breakfast ever. I ate breakfast with Aunt Annie many times after that! My mother had a modern electric stove so the warming oven was so quaint - as were the hot bricks to sleep with. My first taste of asparagus was at Aunt Annie's. I didn't like it, but I enjoyed picking it for her out of a large patch in her back yard. I treasure a small crocheted multicolored purse Aunt Annie made for me and a glass dog figurine that she gave me because I liked it. Aunt Annie and Grandpa loved us and we loved them.

Five Generations
Isaiah Cox Mary Ann Cox Worthen
William G. Worthen 
Richard G. Worthen
Margaret Worthen Terry


A gathering of early settlers outside the St George Tabernacle circa 1907



Isaiah Cox Jr. and Annie Middleton 

   My mother wrote this in her personal history: When Darrell was two, a baby girl was born to us. We named her Mary Anne. Our next-door neighbor, Aunt Annie Cox, fell in love with Darrell when he was five months old. She came to be such a special person in our lives. After Darrell learned to walk good, he would go over to Aunt Annie's every day. She made all his clothes. She played so many games with him. Any time he broke a toy, he would say, "No matter, Annie will fix it!' Grandpa Cox was sort of partial to Mary Anne. She always kissed him on the forehead where he didn't have whiskers. Grandpa Cox blessed Mary Anne when she was two months old. Darrell called himself Grandpa's 'feetheart' and Annie's 'pet'. Mary Anne continues. I remember going to Aunt Annie's home often to visit after I grew older and we had moved to another neighborhood. My love for sugar sandwiches came from Aunt Annie. White bread spread with butter and sprinkled with sugar, then folded in half, is still a delicious favorite treat! Every time I eat a sugar sandwich, I think of Aunt Annie. ( It doesn't taste the same on whole wheat bread.) One winter night, in the mid-1950's, my favorite cousin, Linda, and I slept over at Cox's. The bedroom was not heated so we slept with heated bricks wrapped in blankets to keep our feet warm. This was a unique experience for both of us, one we had heard about but thought only happened on our parent's day. Our breakfast was cooked on a wood stove before we woke up. In the warming oven at the top of the stove were bowls of piping hot cereal, fried eggs, bacon, and white toast. We felt like royalty being served the finest breakfast ever. I ate breakfast with Aunt Annie many times after that! My mother had a modern electric stove so the warming oven was so quaint - as were the hot bricks to sleep with. My first taste of asparagus was at Aunt Annie's. I didn't like it, but I enjoyed picking it for her out of a large patch in her backyard. I treasure a small crocheted multicolored purse Aunt Annie made for me and a glass dog figurine that she gave me because I liked it. Aunt Annie and Grandpa loved us and we loved them.

Friday, September 30, 2022


 Eli Azariah Day was "Pioneer of the Month" in July 2011.  I found more cute stories on Family Search.


Eli Azariah Day by Edith Larsen Baker

Eli was born in Springville, Utah on September 23, 1856, to Abraham Day and Charlotte Melland Day. His father had two wives, Charlotte being the 2nd wife, and they all lived together in the same house at first. His only memory of Springville was when he and three of his brothers tried to follow their father into the field, but they wandered out into the south bench above town and became lost in the sagebrush and cedars. He was only three years old and was so frightened that he never forgot this experience. While he was still three years old, his father moved Charlotte and her children to Mt. Pleasant where they had a small adobe home that had been purchased from Nathan Staker (Eli’s future father-in-law). Eli remembered that he got his first “pants” at age five. Up until that time he wore the usual “sissy clothes” that all children wore, whether boys or girls. One Sunday while he was still in his “sissy clothes” (about four years old), his mother sighed and said, “Oh I wish I had a fish for my dinner.” “Mother, make me a fish hook and line and I will catch one for you,” replied the child. “Alright, hand me my workbasket,” the mother said. With Eli’s help, she doubled and twisted spool thread and soon had a fishing line for him. She put some little pieces of lead on it for sinkers and bent a pin for a fish hook and took a cork from a bottle for a float. Eli got a dry willow for a rod and, with a piece of fat pork for bait, he was ready to catch his first fish. “Eli,” said his mother, “go to the fishing hole, let the hook into the water at the head of the hole and allow it to float on the cork to the end of the hole. When the cork bobs under three times, jerk!” Eli walked to the well-known fishing hole and did as he had been directed. He pulled up a nice little fish, but did he touch it? No! But quickly climbing the bank, holding it out at full length, skirts swishing about in the breeze and shouting at every jump, he made his way back. “I’ve got one Mother! I’ve got one Mother!” Yes, he had a little trout about ten inches long, and his mother had a “fish for her dinner.” * * * * * * * * * * Eli was very excited to be able to start school, and his favorite subject was history. Also, he loved to recite and sing in school and in other places, although he was very bashful and would “blush like a girl.” His mother and his sister Dora taught him long recitations such as “God Made the Old Man Poor” and “The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck.” Eli had very few books to use and had to borrow books to get his lessons from. Blackboards were almost unknown in these pioneer schools. Eli also spent a lot of time as a child herding in the fields barefoot. While herding in the spring or fall, he would often catch big green frogs, so then they would have roasted frog legs – a tasty treat. Eli’s love of reading history once nearly got him into trouble. All his older brothers had gone to work in the mining camps, and Edwin was wanting to go, too. Eli asked him why he wanted to go to such places and Edwin said that he wanted to learn something of the world. Eli said, “That is the worst part of the world. I can get more and better knowledge of the world in one hour from reading history than you could get in all summer in one of those rotten holes they call a mining camp.” Sometime later, his older brother Ira, having heard what he had said, threatened to beat him up for that opinion. It didn’t happen, but Eli said that he would have fought for his belief that reading was the better way. * * * * * * * * * * Eli and most of his friends loved to go fishing, but they couldn’t afford the 25 cents for a store hook and line, so they would make fishhooks out of pins, wire, or needles. One day a boy named Neal Christofferson teased Eli to kick Will Morrison, saying he would give Eli a “store hook and line” if he would do it. Eli was human, and he succumbed to the temptation. It brought on a fight – the only fight Eli was ever ashamed of. Not that he got licked! No, it was because he had let a boy persuade him to pick a fight. Eli later asked for Will’s forgiveness. He always believed that it was “low down” to pick on anyone, entirely wrong to fight with his brothers, and a cowardly act to strike a girl or woman. If girls gave him a bad time or struck him, Eli would take revenge by kissing them! * * * * * * * * * * In 1865 and 1866, the Black Hawk War was on and the Indians made many raids, stealing cattle and horses, killing people, burning houses, etc., making scary times for the children who were forbidden by parents to go away from the town. It was at this time that Eli developed a strong fear of the dark, which bothered him until he finally conquered it as a grown man. It was also during this time that Eli and a large group of boys went out south of the town graveyard to swim in an adobe hole that they had filled with water. They left their clothes lying on the banks. Suddenly, the bass drum boomed from the public square and the flag was run up to the top of the library pole! An Indian raid somewhere! Did those boys stop to put on their clothes? No! They grabbed their clothes and scampered for a town as fast as their legs would carry them! They stopped at the edge of the town to dress, thankful that they were alive. * * * * * * * * * * When Eli was eleven years old, he was working for a neighbor named Andrew Peterson. This Peterson had a mule named Mary that would nearly always buck if she was ridden fast. One day, Peterson took Eli fishing with him – Eli riding the mule. They fished until late in the day, catching quite a lot of fish, and started for home after the sun was down. Peterson had a good saddle on his horse and rode on ahead, leaving Eli behind on the tricky mule. Remember – Eli was afraid of the dark. He was more afraid of the dark than he was of the mule, so he tried to make her go fast in order to catch up to Peterson. Of course, the mule threw him off, and he hurt his ankle badly (it was most likely broken). Peterson took him crying to his mother, who tied up the ankle. But he was suffering terribly with it, so after a short time, Charlotte dug some of the burnt adobe off of the back of the fireplace, pulverized it, making a poultice of it for his ankle. The pain soon eased and he was asleep in about 15 minutes. Amazing! * * * * * * * * * Every spring and fall, the cattle were all rounded up from the range and separated according to brand. At one of these cattle “drives,” Eli and his friend Will McArthur had climbed up the south gate of the old fort and were watching the cattle pass in and out. Perched up there twelve feet high, they were enjoying themselves until a boy from Moroni, a little larger than they, came along. This boy had an ox whip with a buckskin lash about five or six feet long and stock about the same length. He was showing off with his big whip. When he saw the two boys up on the gate, he walked over and ordered them down, threatening them with the whip. They refused to come down, and he began lashing them. Eli ordered him to stop or he would get down and lick him. But he did not scare worth a cent, but continued using his whip on them. Well, Eli came down, but the boy looked pretty big to him. To try to get out of it, he walked near and said, “If you lash me again, I will lick you.” He did, and the tussle was on. Eli soon had him down and crying. George Cantland pulled him off, and that Moroni boy gave Eli the “worst cussing” he ever had, promising that if Eli ever came to Moroni he would beat him to death. Eli was actually afraid to go to Moroni for years after without a good escort! * * * * * * * * * At a Fourth of July celebration in 1866, Eli ran in a sack race and won first prize – a beautiful chrome picture of roses. He prized it highly and his mother hung it on the wall. Some time later, an old woman came to the Day home. She was a good friend of Eli’s mother and she was moving away. She wanted something to remember Charlotte by. Charlotte asked her what she would like and, after looking around, she chose Eli’s picture of the roses. Charlotte gave it to her. Eli’s heart was nearly broken, but he didn’t say a word about it. What self control for a boy so young! He doubtless never forgot the hurt, though. * * * * * * * * * Now for a couple more fish stories. One day while Eli was about ten years old, he started up Pleasant Creek, fishing with his homemade hook and line. He came upon several boys fishing in a large hole. Most of these boys had store hooks and lines and some of the boys were older than Eli. There was a large trout in the hole and the boys had gathered to try to catch it. Eli joined them and, as luck would have it, he caught the big fish. It was nearly one-and-a-half feet long. Some of the other fellows were angry at him and jealous because he had caught it with a needle hook. They went on up the stream together, keeping together because of Indian fears, and then they returned to town. One of the big boys then took Eli’s big fish from him, mutilated and soiled it until it was worth nothing, then grudgingly let Eli get it back. But Eli didn’t go home entirely empty-handed – One of the Northbend boys traded him the bodies of his fish for the heads of Eli’s fish so that he could show off. Another day, Eli’s older brother Ira said to him, “Rye (they called him that – short for Azariah), let’s go fishing in Sanpitch today.” “I haven’t got a fish hook and line,” said Eli. “Well,” replied Ira, “I’ve got two store hooks and lines and you may take one of them and fish on shares. You may have half the fish you catch. You have the first, me the second, you the third, me the fourth, etc.” “Alright,” said Eli. “I will go with you.” They went up to the river and began to fish. Luck seemed to favor Eli, as the first trout was quite large, the second a little smaller, the third a trifle larger, the fourth some smaller, and so on to the eighth. When they were ready to go home, Ira looked at Eli’s string of fish which were larger than his and he said, “Rye, I will give you that fish hook and line for your four trout.” “All right, sir!” was the ready reply. What a lucky day for Eli! He had earned a 25 cent store hook and line! But neither the day nor the luck was ended yet. On their way home, as they got to the bend in the river, they found two or three other boys fishing and very excited. They said to Eli and Ira, “Don’t go home yet! There is a trout in this hole as long as a man’s leg!” “How do you know he is as long as a man’s leg?” was the question. “We have pulled him to the top of the water two or three times!” was the answer. There was no question about – they could not go off and leave such a fish as that loose in the Sanpitch River, so they baited their hooks and joined in the fishing. The other boys were so excited that when they felt the fish take hold of their bait, they jerked at once, and so they would lose him. It was not long until the fish took hold of Eli’s bait. He managed to restrain himself until the fish had the bait well into his mouth, then he jerked with all of his strength. It took all his power to get the fish out of the water. Was it as long as a man’s leg? Well, not quite, but it was the largest trout that Eli ever saw caught with a hook. Was Eli proud? As proud as a peacock. He had earned a store hook and line and caught the biggest fish of his life. He later wrote: “Don’t talk of your lucky days unless you can equal that one.” * * * * * * * * * As a small boy, Eli remembered several times when Brigham Young visited Mt. Pleasant and he was able to shake the prophet’s hand. He never missed an opportunity to attend meetings when Brigham Young was there. When Eli was about 12 years old, he and his brother Herbert took six traps into the hills and came back with six coyotes. They sold the skins to the Co-op Store for 50 cents each. Eli asked his father to buy an ax with his share of the money. This was a splendid ax and Eli used it in the woods for many years. One fall, Eli and his brother Herbert were going for a load of wood. When they got nearly to their destination, Eli discovered that his ax was missing. He told Herbert to go on ahead, as he wanted to go back and find his ax. Eli was not fourteen years old. As he went along, looking for his ax, he promised the Lord that if He would help him find the ax, he would thank Him in vocal prayer. Well, he did find the ax, and then he had a problem on his hands that made him tremble. He had never prayed vocally before, and to kneel down in secret seemed to him a very difficult task. After walking slowly along for some time, he at last plucked up enough courage to kneel down in the dust of the road and pray to his Heavenly Father and thank Him that he had found his ax. That was the beginning of Eli’s secret prayers, and he later said that from then until he was eighty years of age, he very seldom missed praying secretly every day. * * * * * * * * * Another time when Eli and Herbert were going after wood, they saw a couple of boys just ahead of them also going after wood. One of the boys came back to ride with them, to be sociable, but Eli did not like the story that he told them. He related how he and his brother-in-law had gone into the cedar hills and found several hundred cedar posts that had been cut and piled by John Hasler, a poor cripple. These young men had hewed of the old ax marks from the posts so as to make them appear like new posts, and hauled them home. Eli felt awfully indignant, although he said nothing. Later Eli said to Herbert that he was going to report the fellows, but Herbert talked him out of it. Well, Eli lived to regret his decision. It wasn’t long after that that Eli and his father spent six weeks cutting poles, only to have the same thieves haul away nearly all of their poles, disguising them in the same way they had John Hasler’s posts. Eli and his father rode over to the thieves’ place and they were sure they could identify their poles, but his father would not prosecute. * * * * * * * * * When Eli was about fourteen, his sister Dora’s first baby had a large swelling on her neck which made her suffer greatly. It got worse until Dora brought her to Charlotte’s house, crying, and asked Eli to lance it for her. He hesitated, but she insisted, so he took an old jack knife from his pocket and sharpened the end the best he could. Dora let her mother hold the baby, and she herself ran around behind the house so she wouldn’t have to watch. Eli struck the swelling once with his improvised lancer, the baby screamed, and Dora flew back to look at his cruel work. She saw a drop or two of blood on the swelling, grabbed the baby, said some unkind words to Eli, and went off to her home in a fury. About two hours after that, she came back very pleased and thanked Eli for what he had done. He had cut through the outer skin, and in just a little while the swelling had opened and run a lot of pus. So the pain was relieved and the baby was sleeping. Now Eli was a doctor! What would he be next, he wondered? * * * * * * * * * Eli did not do a great deal of hunting for game, but one day after the day’s plowing was done, he and his brother Edwin took the horses to the pasture along the river for the night. There Eli saw a lot of ducks swimming on a pond, so he said to Edwin, “I am going to get the old musket.” (It was the gun his father had used in coming across the plains to Utah.) He retrieved the gun, powder horn, caps, and shot and hurried back to the pond. The ducks were waiting. He sneaked up until he was close enough for a good shot. Taking careful aim from a kneeling position, he fired. What a fluttering and swimming there was! Not one duck flew! He jumped up and ran toward the ducks, shouting to Edwin, “You get what you can from this side and I will run around on the other side and get them.” With the help of a pole, they managed to get all the ducks that were in the water – seven in all. * * * * * * * * * One time, Eli’s mother gave him a piece of ground and told him that if he would spade it up, he might have what he raised for his own. That pleased him and he went to work with a will, fertilizing, weeding and watering. He raised some beautiful melons. A few days before they were ripe, he was coming home from town one evening with his brother Ira. Ira coaxed him to go into a neighbor’s lot and steal gooseberries. Eli was not very old, but he knew better than that, but he did it anyway. Shortly afterward, he went into his melon patch, thumped them and decided that they were ready to eat, or at least some of them were. The next Sunday he would give his family a melon treat. But alas! When Sunday came, he took a look at his melons and found only stomped vines and smashed melons. His heart was completely broken, but as he gazed in sorrow upon the wreck, the thought came to him: “What did you do a short time ago in your neighbor’s lot? Now you know how it feels to have your garden robbed.” And so Eli vowed that he would never do such a thing again. It was a lesson well learned and well remembered. * * * * * * * * * An experience that exemplifies Eli’s feelings about fighting with his brothers happened when he was about fifteen. He and Herbert were working building a fence, when they got into an argument about something and Herbert called him a d_____ liar. Eli flew at him, grabbed him by the throat with his left hand and drew back his right fist to strike him, when something inside him seemed to say, “He is your brother.” Eli dropped both hands and stepped back, saying, “If you were not my brother, I would make you take that back or take a licking.” Herbert just stared at him in wonder. Eli was just barely sixteen when his mother died. Just before she died, she called him to her and asked him to kiss her, which he did. It was the first and only time he remembered kissing her in life. He loved her very dearly and knew that she returned his love with interest, but he had never been much for kissing anyone. As she lay in her coffin, he kissed her again, and felt a terrible, sorrowful shock, for her lips were so cold. Shortly after the funeral, Eli’s father said he had some work that needed to be done on Sunday in order to be prepared for the threshers who were coming on Monday. He offered to pay Eli $1.50 if he would do this work. He had never offered to pay Eli for any work before, so it came as a surprise, but Eli instantly answered, “No, I will not go and work on Sunday for $1.50. The work has to be done, and I will go and help you do it, but not for money.” He felt that if he did it for money he would be breaking the Sabbath, but that if he went for free, he would only be helping to “pull an ox out of the mire.” * * * * * * * * * Now that his own mother was dead, Eli and his brothers and sisters lived with Abraham’s first wife, Elmira. They called her Aunt Elmira or Mother. Charlotte had left a young baby, and losing his mother’s milk was hard on him. The baby pined away in spite of all Elmira could do and died about three months after his mother. Eli’s half-brother Ira had come home from working in the mines. It seemed to Eli that he and Edwin had to do all the chores and farm work of the winter, while Ira had a jolly good time spending his money in the town, smoking, drinking, dancing, etc. Eli’s sister Flavilla was now a young woman and did a lot of the heavy work around the house. One Sunday she stayed overnight with her sister Dora, and Ira was angry that she wasn’t there to wait on him. Eli was getting upset at the foul way Ira was speaking of his sister. Soon Ira said with an oath, that if she did not do better, he would drive her from home. At that, Eli jumped up and said, “Look here, Ira Day, when it comes to that, two can play at that game. I give you to understand that this is our home and that you are working here as a hired hand and you can not drive us away.” “Oh,” said he, “You think you are so smart, don’t you. You have a little brother (referring to Herbert) who thinks he is smart too. I would like it for a breakfast spell to lick both of you every morning.” Eli went to the door and said, “If you want to lick me, just step outside here and do it now. I’ll soon show you that you can not do it – right now. You can’t come around here abusing my sister and get away with it so easy.” Flavilla told Eli that he had talked abusively to her all the way from town. Eli had never been so angry before in his life! Neither Eli’s father or Aunt Elmira would take any part in the argument. Flavilla made up her mind to leave home, and Eli was unable to talk her out of it. * * * * * * * * * Not too long after this, Eli was working at a sawmill helping to saw up some timber with a rip saw. He was attempting to clean out the sawdust that was clogged in the saw, and raised his head a little too high and the saw scalped the left side of his head just above his ear. The scalp dropped down over his left eye and the blood spurted about six feet. A woman held his head on her lap while one of the men sewed up the wound. Then they bandaged his head and sent for the ox team to take him into town. Eli wanted to pray in secret. He said he would walk down the hill and wait for the wagon at the bottom. On the way down, he prayed sincerely to his Heavenly Father for a blessing at his hands. While waiting at the foot of the hill, his head began to bleed again, so he went to a cold spring to bathe his head, which only made it bleed worse. On the way to town, Eli’s head kept bleeding worse and worse. They stopped two or three times and he got out and soaked it with cold water which made it bleed worse. Eli asked the man with him if he could not do something to stop the bleeding, but he said no. Eli was beginning to feel weak and faint. He did not know what to do, but knew that something must be done if he were to live. Finally he unpinned the outer bandage and took it off. He then asked his companion to stop and put it on again, drawing it as tight as possible. This soon stopped the bleeding. Eli was taken to Dora’s home, and his father and Aunt Elmira soon came. Many others also came, among them an old quack doctor and an old Danish lady called the Danish Doctor Woman. The Danish woman told them that the wound should be opened up, cleaned, and broken bones taken out, but they did not listen to her and it was left wrapped up. Every night someone would sit up with Eli and put rags dipped in disinfectant on the wound. Dora dressed the wound every day. As the wound healed, a piece of his old black felt hat, sawdust, and pieces of bone all came out of it. Eli rested the rest of that summer and decided that he would like to go in the fall to the University of Deseret (now the University of Utah) to learn to be a school teacher. His father said that he thought he could support him in this. Eli arranged to go to Salt Lake with Bishop Seely who was going there. Just as they were about ready to leave, Eli’s brother Ephraim came with the news that their father would not be able to support him after all. Both boys felt very bad about this. Eli studied hard and received a teaching diploma in June of 1876 – the first year that these diplomas were given at the University of Deseret. While at the university, Eli was given an assignment by an atheist teacher. He was to write about the origin of language according to the Darwin theory of evolution. Eli found that he could not write about something he did not believe, so he decided to write about the origin of language according to the Bible ideas. Everyone was much shocked at his audacity, but then they all admired him for his courage. It was also during this year at the University that Eli had an experience that was very frightening. One afternoon he was walking down the sidewalk opposite the big ZCMI store, when there was a deafening explosion – the whole earth seemed to shake and the glass from the windows began falling almost on his head. Then came another explosion, followed by two more so close together they seemed to be one. Looking north of the city, Eli could see a huge volume of black smoke rising from Capitol Hill. He at once thought of the terrible volcano that buried the city of Pompeii, and he turned to run down the street to safety. But he heard someone shout, “The Arsenals have exploded!” The Arsenals were four log buildings on Capitol Hill in which powder and explosives belonging to the merchants of Salt Lake City were stored. Two young men who had been hunting in the vicinity were blown to bits in the explosions. A crowd of boys were playing baseball not so far away. The explosion knocked them flat, but miraculously they escaped unhurt. A lady was drawing water out of a well and a rock struck her in the back and killed her. One little boy had the lobe of an ear cut off with a rock. Many people thought the end of the world had come and began to pray mightily. * * * * * * * * * After his graduation, Eli took a position teaching school in Mt. Pleasant. Eliza Jane Staker was hired to teach the younger students, and it was not long before they were married. Sometime later, Eli and his family moved to Fairview where he again taught school. It was there that he met and married his second wife, Elvira Euphrasia Cox, who was also a teacher. When the laws were passed against polygamy, Eli and his wives had a hard time of it. Eli at one time spent six months in prison and often had to go into hiding. He would spend one week with Eliza and one week with Euphrasia whenever he could. They had many hard times. Euphrasia finally got a divorce from Eli – a situation that was undoubtedly hard on them both. Eli taught piano lessons all his life and led the ward choir. He filled a six-month mission for the Church and spent his later years working in the Manti Temple. Eli Azariah Day died November 23, 1943 at the age of 87 and was buried in the Fairview Cemetery. His daughter Ellis wrote of him: “Mealtime there was a time of happiness. Father led conversations on subjects of interest to his family. Never were criticisms of others allowed in our discussions. Father told us stories of historic or scientific interest, but above all we were taught the Gospel of Jesus Christ. . . . During his last days upon earth which were spent in my home, he read several hours a day and did not use glasses. Because of his reading, he was a well-educated man. He could discuss science, history, literature, religion with equal effectiveness. Father was always kind, his discipline was firm but not harsh. He always encouraged the children of the neighborhood to come to our home and all were made welcome. His sense of humor made him an interesting companion. We often gathered around the old organ and sang while he played the accompaniment for us. . . . He was progressive, industrious, honest and charitable. His greatest desire was to set an example to his children and others that was worthy of emulation.”