Wednesday, October 30, 2013

How Ideal Beach Was Created On Bear Lake, by VSNE

HOW IDEAL BEACH WAS CREATED ON BEAR LAKE

My grandfather, James Wilson Neil, started building Ideal Beach in 1913 – just before World War I erupted in Europe. (America entered the war in 1917.) 
Jim Neil was born in a little mining village in Scotland named Calderbank (this is where we stopped the couple coming out of the bar and the woman went home and got me the map).

His parents had joined the Mormon Church in Scotland in the 1860s and they came to America in 1885 both to immigrate closer to Zion but also to find work in the coal mines near Evanston, Wyoming. 

In 1892, seven years after the family settled near Evanston, the Neil parents traveled to Logan, Utah, to have their marriage sealed in the Logan, Temple – the second temple completed (1884) after the Saints moved west.
While they lived near Evanston, and later in Kemmerer, Wyoming, the Neil family met many Utah Church members because they belonged to the Utah Woodruff Stake that stretched all the way from Garden City on Bear Lake, past Randolph and Woodruff, Utah, to Evanston and Kemmerer, Wyoming. They attended stake conferences with their fellow Church members and heard such speakers as Parley P. Pratt, J. Golden Kimball, and other notable Saints. 
The Neils also became acquainted with the Hodges family who owned a sheep ranch and milling company by Bear Lake. They got to know this family particularly well because the Hodges men would make a two day journey by wagon to sell their sheep, lambs, flour and any excess produce  to the coal mining communities in Wyoming. Then they would carry a load of coal back to Bear Lake. It was a profitable business for all concerned.

In 1900 Jim Neil’s parents bought a small parcel of land from the Hodges family where they could have a little home in their retirement. They moved to Garden City about 1908.

In 1910 son Jim had a thriving hardware and mercantile store in Kemmerer, but by 1912 he was persuaded to relocate near his parents and Bear Lake.

In 1913 Jim Neil bought 37 acres of what had been their spring “lambing out” property from Joshua and Niamiah Hodges for $1,900 – a large sum at the time. To buy the property and help develop the resort, he sold interests to his former partners in the hardware store and to other Kemmerer businessmen.
He named the new resort “Ideal Beach.” 

Jim had 41 small log cabins built in a row along the beach. Indoor plumbing was not considered necessary in vacation properties (or many homes, for that matter), so several outhouses were built and frequent standpipes were installed where people could obtain water in buckets for drinking. There were no kitchens in the cabins – just a bed or two and some chairs. This was not considered a deprivation. People went to the Bear Lake for a lakeside “camping” experience; and cabins were a real luxury. 

In addition to the 41 cabins, there was a bath house, a kitchen and dining hall, and a large entertainment building with a hardwood dance floor that was built with springs underneath so the dancers’ feet would not tire. (This room was later converted by a timeshare company called Sweetwater into a roller rink.)
Jim also had a dock and pier built, brought in sail boats and motor boats to rent, and ordered many truckloads of sand hauled in and spread between the cabins and the water as the original “beach” was just rocks and dirt and mud.
Ideal Beach was a popular summer resort for many years. Jim Neil advertised in the Salt Lake, Ogden, and smaller papers. It was only a one day drive for people living in Salt Lake or Kemmerer or Boise. 

Between 1915 and 1950, most people didn’t travel hundreds of miles from home just to vacation. Thus Bear Lake was a good destination for folks in the nearby states. Visitors were charmed by the water’s beautiful color and by shade trees for the hottest days. High school graduates came to celebrate the end of their schooling. People drove for miles to attend the dances – the best in the area as a good orchestra was always hired for the weekends. Jim’s wife looked after the guests and his sister-in-law ran the kitchen (almost single-handedly) where people could order full cooked meals or picnics to eat elsewhere. 

As they grew older, the Neil children were put to work cleaning the cabins, helping with the boats, working in and around the kitchen. In the winter the lake would freeze over pretty far out. Then they or someone else would need to cut big blocks of ice and put them in piles layered with straw in a large underground pit called an “Ice House.” A lot of ice had to be cut for the resort to be able to keep its perishable food fresh and to serve iced drinks throughout the summer. The older boys had the job of fetching blocks of ice from the ice house as it was needed.

(Once Uncle Lyle was showing the ice house to a guest and stressed the fact that he had to leave one block of ice there over winter. When asked why, he said “Because we need ‘seed ice’ so we can grow more ice for next year. His listener believed him. That was Uncle Lyle.)

Ideal Beach was popular for many years. However, a drought occurred about the same time that farmers wanted to divert more water from the Bear River for their crops and the power company built a diversion dam to run their turbines. These combined stresses on the lake caused the water level to drop much lower; the shoreline to recede many yards out; mud, sticks, and rocks became the beach, and the resort lost popularity. Jim Neil had passed the management over to a native of Garden City some time earlier, but he finally had to abandon his “Ideal” resort; and it passed through a variety of hands to be what you see today. (Is it called Sweetwater now?)

Some Recollections of VSNE, by NEP

Some Recollections of VSNE, by NEP
Okay, Celeste.  I have sat down today and written the thoughts that have come to me about my mom.  I’m sure I will have others, and obviously you can’t use them all.  The picture painted here will give you a feel for the experience having Vella for a mom was for me.  Pick and choose anything that might be useful to you.  If there is anything specific that you would like, please let me know! 

Clearly, it was alarming to Mom that one could ever be indifferent to the injustice or suffering of other people, especially those rejected by or invisible to society.  This is where I first recognized her passion for people.  To me she usually appeared self contained and absorbed in her work but this is where her caring for others took shape.  I remember one time when a stranger on a motorcycle crashed into a tree on our front lawn.  He broke his leg.  It surprised me to see mom rushing out to bring him blankets and lemonade while we waited for the ambulance to come.

Mom also had an almost religious observance to daily structure and schedule, and I think success in her day was measured by productivity and progress toward important goals.  For her, self mastery equaled success, and self discipline was constantly being cultivated in us all.  On the other hand, she also seemed to respect natural consequences and allowed her children to make their own choices, even if those choices might reflect on what others thought of her.  For example, apparently she allowed me to go to school every day of third grade without combing my hair, which was a silent concern for her.  I didn’t realize it needed combing ;)  She also that same year allowed me to quit taking piano lessons simple because I stated how stressful it was to perform in recitals.  I was eight years old.  She offered no rebuttal.  I have to admit that I was surprised at her easy acceptance of my choice, which I always regretted.    

Another image in my mind had to do with what I considered mercy on her part.  I have already mentioned her strict adherence to her schedule, especially when she was in school pursuing her master’s and doctorate degrees.  She had an ambitious volume of work cut out for herself each day, and advised us of her schedule by putting a plastic clock on her bedroom door stating until which hour she would be unavailable.  I, having come home from school and having no one to talk to on several occasions would enter her room uninvited and plop myself on the bed.  She would always close her book and cap her marking pen, ignoring the sign on the door, and listen to me as long as I wanted to share. 
Another touching display of mercy came when I was a senior in college I had worked for days on an important final paper on our family’s old computer.  The night before it was due somehow the whole document was lost and I was dismayed.  Mom surprised me very much by offering to sit and retype it for me (she was an extremely swift typist) while I recalled the important points to be discussed.   I had given up, but she helped me succeed.  I’m sure her helping me organize and rewrite my thoughts contributed to the fact that it was the best paper I ever turned in J

Mom’s health was delicate, due to her size, stress level and poor circulation.  When I was 12 (1972) Mom was hospitalized with pulmonary embolisms.   She lost a lot of weight and it took her many weeks for her to recover.  She also suffered from phlebitis in her legs quite often.   In an effort to prevent against these when she was studying, she would set the timer for 45 minutes and then run up and down the stairs a few times before continuing her work. 

Mom was pro human rights and anti killing. She cried when JFK was assassinated and in the late 1960’s became a vegetarian.  She loved living in the Phoenix sun and away from the omnipresent religious influences in Utah.  She took us often to the YWCA to swim while she took yoga classes.  She liked to meditate and got rid of sore throats doing “the lion”, with mouths wide open to the sun.  She also took over-the-counter medication as little as possible, preferring deal with headaches and such in more natural ways. 
Mom got a degree in French, just like her parents, and she like French cooking.  She would put “cooking” wine in many of her recipes, like cheese fondue and black bean soup and tried to quiet our objections by telling us the alcohol would all cook out.   She also made marinara sauces with cinnamon and other spices and substituted zucchini for the ground meat in our food. 

In my early childhood mom liked to entertain and was known for being a wonderful cook.   She did not enjoy much the constant efforts of mothering young children and would find some measure of fulfillment in painting and remodeling as well as learning to play Bach’s fugues (sp)on the church’s organ.   I think she looked forward to the day when our constant needs would not consume her.  J
We took many car trips in my youth all over the western United Stated.  We spent countless hours in the back of the station wagon going to Indian ruins, ghost towns and National parks.  Mom washed our hair in the kitchen sink once a week and put lemon juice or vinegar in as a rinse to help capture the natural sunshine.  She washed her own hair weekly as well and would sit under the hair dryer for an hour to lock in her curls. 

Mom’s favorite color was yellow and she loved wild yellow roses, at least so she said.  She loved visiting Mexico and decorating in the Spanish way.  We had a complicated Saturday’s work schedule which was regulated by a point system.  Each job was checked and inevitably there was follow up work to be done.  (Especially for meJ)She taught us very early to be responsible and I think it has served us well all our lives. 

I love my mom!  I think she has always done the very best  of her ability to adhere to virtues that were important to her.   And I appreciate that she has accepted me, a very different soul, for what I am and has loved me in her own way.  I especially love the tenderness and humility she has developed in this last decade and wish to continue to help her feel the love of God that is all around her.  

John M. Cannon Education

Returning to the Salt Lake Valley

On their return to Salt Lake from St. George, the two Angus Cannon families continued to live together for a time, presumable in the big house Angus build at 246 West First South in the old Fourteenth ward.

There was a closeness and strong affection between the children of Sarah’s little family which continued throughout their lives.  John and George were always devoted brothers despite their differences in temperament.  George and Ann were great readers.  John comparatively was a slower reader but possessed an excellent memory and always read thoughtfully.  He charged his children not to be “mere sponges” for what they read.  He excelled in mathematics; he was deep chested and well built, though only five feet six or seven inches tall.  In winter George would be seen going out to do his chores bundled up to his ears.  Father, John, would dash out in his shirt sleeves getting “done” in a hurry.  John’s sister, Nora told me she recalled John as a boy rushing home from Sunday School removing from his shirt the detachable, stiff collar then in vogue, as he came through the gate.

When John was about ten years old he worked for a time long hours – I think it was ten, in a brush factory.  George M. told me there was a brush factory in the Fourteenth Ward which was a cooperative affair, probably called “Zion’s”. It was operated by the bishopric of the ward.  One of the managers was Levi W. Richards.  His brother-inn-law,  a Romney, was superintendent of the plant.  Boys, including Father, were chosen as apprentices to learn the trade.

When John was fifteen, his mother and her family lived at the “point of the mountain,” the southend of Salt Lake Valley near Bluffdale.  They made this a happy time with their music and reading.  George, who was nineteen, was in Salt Lake teaching in his Uncle George Q. Cannon’s private school. 

George had given John a violin.  George told me he paid forty dollars for it – a large sum for a boy at that time. He bought it from a young musician, Willard Weigh, who taught Father on the violin and Uncle George on the flute.

(Note: The violin was played for a time by my sister Mary C. Peck who later had no use for it.  We have had it repaired and it has since been used by my granddaughter, Lark Evans.)

I don’t know just how long it was after Grandma Sarah’s family return from the farm but sometime later they moved into Sarah’s own little home on Folsom Avenue to be close to Aunt Amanda’s.  They remained there until some time after  John’s marriage.  Father commented that the sleeping rooms in the house were so arranged that on returning home at nights he had to pass through his mother’s bedroom and she could always check on the time he returned.

His life-long passion for horses began when he was young.  With the first money he earned which he was at liberty to use as he wished he bought a horse.  To his sorrow “the thing just lay down and died.”  But that in no way dampened his ardor for the “noble” animal.

John’s Maturing Life.

According to his story in the “History of the Utah Bench and Bar,” “John was educated in the district schools of Salt Lake City until he was fourteen years of age. He then worked on a farm for three years and as a carpenter until he was twenty.  Attended the University of Utah for one year then engaged in business until he was twenty-three years old.  Attended University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, Michigan from 1888 to 1890.  In June of the latter year he received the degree of L. L. BB.. Admitted to the bar of Michigan 1890, Utah 1892. Commenced the practice of law with Barlow Ferguson under firm name of Ferguson and Cannon.


“This firm continued until 1901.  In 1901 formed partnership with A. (Alonzo) B. Irvine and Ashby Snow under the firm name of Cannon, Irvine and Snow; This firm continued until 1909 when he maintained the general practice of his profession alone to the present time.   

“Specialized in corporation law.  Democratic nominee for county attorney in 1902.  Vice president of the George M. Cannon Company,  Salt Lake City. President Bennion Livestock Company Salt Lake City.  Member of Company C. Utah National Guard 1896-99.”

“Following the discontinuance of John M’s association with Irvine and Snow, Jedediah Stokes and Loraine Bagley practiced law in his office for a time but not a partners.”

What farm work he did other than when fifteen years old at the Point of the Mountain farm,  I don’t know . but his father had various properties.  It may have been on one of them.

He learned carpentering at the Oregon Short Line Railroad yards.  He enjoyed using this skill while building our larger Weber Canyon home on the site where the Lorin Moench house now stands. It would have been beneficial to father if he had spent more time in work which gave him physical exercise.  He advocated the learning of a trade or the acquiring of some physical skill even for a man with a profession because of the psychological and physical benefits as well as the practical value in emergency.

Law School

“It was father’s ambition to go “East” to study law, there being no law school in Utah at that time.  But his father had the fear which was common at the time that students living away from Latter-day Saints environment might lose their religious faith.  He therefore would not consent to John’s leaving even thought he had earned the money for it himself.  John was naturally most energetic and a good business man.  He had made money in real estate and working in the Salt Lake County Recorders  office where his brother Geog M. was County Recorder.  It might be noted here that John was offered a job by a man from the East, whose name as I recall, was Frawley, if John would remain in Utah and take charge of Farley’s business interest here.  He offered John a very tempting salary.  This he declined as his heart was set on an education in law.

“It was while John was still occupied in the recorder’s office that James H. Hart Oscar W. Boyle, Joseph F. Merrell and probably several other young Mormons were in Salt Lake on their way to the University of Michigan.  Learning of this John’s father relented and gave his consent for John to go with them.

“The circumstances of this can better be described in John’s own words in a letter he wrote his uncle David H. Cannon after his arrival in Ann Arbor, Michigan.

“In September 1888, shortly before going East John had made a trip to St. George to visit his Uncle David and have his endowments in the St. George Temple, the Salt Lake Temple not then being completed.”

The letter is dated October 7, 1888.  After explaining why he had not had time to write earlier the letter reads, “upon my arrival home (from Saint George) I found George very busy and needing my assistance very much, and I accordingly put aside pleasure and assisted him for one week when to my surprise upon the morning of September 22nd while I was working in the recorder’s office two of my old school mates entered and said that they were on their way to Ann Arbor to study law and that my father was desirous is that I should accompany them.  It was then 15 minutes before 10:00 the train leaving in 55 minutes.  I, after consulting with George, decided to go with them, which I did arriving here September 27th just in time to enter the examinations which took place in the afternoon of the day I arrived.” He had dashed home for and a bundle of clothes and caught the train.

“Father roomed his first year at Ann Arbor with Benjamin Cluff Jr. who became president of the Brigham Young Academy (later University) from 1892 to1893.  Judge T.  A.  Lewis went to Ann Arbor when father did but was a student in literature.  In an interview with Judge Lewis he confirmed that father and he were both in Salt Lake for the Summer of 1889, Lewis at the County Recorder's office and father working in real estate which was in a boom at that time.  Incidentally this boom broke after the liberal party came into power.  Dr. Van (actually her name was Mary Van Schoom-hoven though we never called her that) who became our beloved family Doctor for all our early years, was also a Student in Ann Arbor.  She delivered mother’s babies at home for many years.

For part of a year or so Joseph F. Merrell, who years later became an apostle, roomed with father.  He said they knelt together daily for prayers.  I quote from a letter Brother Merrill wrote me in 1947.

“It was during the school year 1889 - 90 in Ann Arbor, Michigan that I became acquainted with John M. Cannon.  We were students at the University of Michigan, he in law and I in science.  We were roommates at number six Church Street.  This intimate association enabled me - a country-raised  boy - to be well acquainted with this Salt Lake City raised young man.  To my great admiration I learned that he was a gentleman to the core - always thoughtful, courteous, and considerate of others, absolutely true to friends and his principles, and ever ready to do anything in his power to help a person in need.

“In those days LDS students living in Ann Arbor - about 20 of them at that time -met weekly in sacrament meetings.  John M Cannon was a wheel horse of those meetings - always present, well informed, true to the faith, and ever ready to fill his assignments on the program.  He enjoyed the respect and confidence of everyone who became acquainted with him.  Years later, we were associated as counselors to President Frank Y.  Taylor of Granite Stake, where John continually exhibited those qualities of wisdom, energy and devotions to the cause that distinguished him in Ann Arbor.  His untimely death took from his multitudinous friends and the Stake a man who could not be surpassed in loyalty to his convictions of right and in willingness to serve his fellow man.  His descendants have every reason to be proud of their heritage and ancestry.”   Joseph F. Merrell, November 10, 1947.

An incident which demonstrated John's physical strength and courage occurred  while he was at school in Ann Arbor.  Without being in training, he threw the champion wrestler of Michigan in his weight class.  After this triumph John was carried about the campus on the shoulders of the jubilant students.

An excerpt from a letter to his Sister Ann dated Ann Arbor, September 28, 1888 may be of interest to some other young students who lack confidence.
            “Dear sister,
“I am here, as you know, amid the wise and the learned and I feel almost lost.  While I was home I tried hard to have a voice in whatever was being done in my presence but here I felt to take a back chair and watch the display of talent until I can feel more free and less embarrassed.  I like the place and I believe I will like the school but I think it will be very difficult for me as I am not very bright as you know in literature.  However I feel to make a desperate struggle at least and then if I fail it will not be my fault.

“I am a rooming with Brother Cluff from Provo at a widow lady’s named Mrs. Hicks.  She is very kind and does all in her power to make her lodgers comfortable.   And this is the Benjamin Cluff who succeeded Karl G. Maeser in 1892 as president of the Brigham Young University.”  It was mentioned in a BYU program recently (1975) that president Cluff was one of the first - I think the first - Utah student to get a college degree in the East.  I suppose father would also be considered among the first.” 


His letters are full of concern for the care of his mother “who is aging and needs all the help and comforting that is possible for us, her children to give her.”  His Mother, Sarah fell and broke her hip when she was about 60 years old, and walked with a crutch the remainder of her life.  She lived to be eighty four.

Mary Turpin Bennion Table and Chair

The Mary Turpin Bennion, her parents and her historic table and chair:

Mary Turpin was born January 25, 1841 in Birkenshaw, Yourkshire, England of William Turpin and Elisabeth Tidwell Turpin.

William was a skilled carpenter and wheelwright.

While Elizabeth had no formal schooling, she was educated by her father. At age 16 she went out to domestic service and lived for seven years in the cultured and wealthy family of Edward Acroid.

William earned a good living, building a home and had several cottages to rent.  He married Elizabeth May 14, 1838.

During the early years of this marriage, the Mormon Elders brought the gospel to the family which was baptized in May or 1842.

While they had a comfortable living, the call to “Gather to Zion” put the family on the ship, Norfolk the fall of 1844 on the way to the mouth of the Mississippi River.  Mary was just three and a half years of age.

That fall, a steamboat took them up the Mississippi  to Nauvoo.

With the Prophet Joseph already dead and the Saints being driven from Nauvoo, the family was asked to stay in Nauvoo so the father could help fix wagons for those fleeing the area. 

The fall of 1846, with nothing to show for his most productive years, the family set out to cross Iowa to rejoin the Saints.  In later years, Mary said her five-year-old memories of those days are the first to stick in her mind. 

Through sickness, birth and family death, they traveled to Bonaparte, not being able to make it to Winter Quarters arriving at Winter Quarters late the next spring.  They stayed in the general area of Winter Quarters for three years.

Their four month journey across the plains to Salt Lake City started in June 1851 when Mary was ten years old.  With family sickness, Mary was practically the only one to help drive the wagons, the extra teams and keep track of loose cows that traveled with them for the four month journey.

They reached the Salt Lake Valley in October 1852 and settled “over Jordan” about ten miles south of the city.

On April 19, 1857, at age 16, Mary became the third wife of John Bennion. 

For the next ten years, she lived “Over Jordan” in the area where Taylorsville now is, and 1861 she lived in a dugout in Rush Valley, west of the Oquirrh mountains.  She returned once from Rush Valley because of problems with the Indians.

During her life, she had seven sons and one daughter, Zina with whom she chose to live beginning in 1897 for the last 16 years of her life after the death of her husband and the university graduation of her sons.

A table and chair that travelled with Mary and her family across the plains and found their way into her daughter Zina Bennion Cannon’s home.

Beatrice Cannon Evans, the eldest of eleven children of Zina Bennion and lived 16 years with her grandmother and her table and chairs.

If the table could speak, what stories it could tell.

I now have the table and chairs to be passed on in the family.

For more detail consult Bennion Family History Volume 1.


Beatrice Cannon Evans As Remembered By Her Children

Beatrice Cannon Evans as remembered by her children:

On March 4, 1990, David, Robert, Ted and Wayne, sons of Beatrice Cannon Evans and David W. Evans sat together to share their thoughts about their mother.

The following notes were taken that day by Wayne with extended thoughts he thinks are significant.  Some of the typed report that was written in January of 2012 – was transcribed 22 year later.

1.       Born May 18, 1894.
2.      Her traditional menu: Lamb roast, tossed salad, green onion dressing, beets and lemon chiffon pie.
3.      Playing in Zina Bennion Cannon’s root cellar.
4.      The cheapest vegetables – parsnips in the 1930’s.
5.      Sour “creamed” cucumbers.
6.      BCE born on Center Street – near the state capitol building site.
7.      DWE born in a 6th Avenue home.
8.      Through her Uncle George who lived next door, Mother learned the names of all the trees.
9.      She was student of grammar “Don’t Think”
10.  She learned to ride horses properly from her father.
11.  She thought a great deal about good foods.
12.  She frequently said, “I usually don’t have desserts –But.”
13.  She grew up in her father’s home at 2381 South Seventh East,
14.  She was the oldest of eleven children of the first of three wives.
15.  Her father’s family raveled to the Weber in “white tops” or “canyon wagons.
a. White tops were the same as the wagons that pioneers used in coming to the west. 
b. They stayed the first night at the Kimball Ranch, near the present Kimball Junction.  They stayed the second night at the Richards Ranch at the Pines development on the Weber River.
c. At least one time, she and her father rode horseback the entire way in one day, changing horses at the Kimball Ranch.
d. Until 1927 there was a small road following the stream up Parley’s Canyon, used mostly by animal power. At that that time, the road was only slightly refined.  During Wayne’s youth, (I went to the Weber the same year I was born) the cars were so troubled by this climb that there was a station midway up the canyon where the cars would cool down from boiling over.
e. The rest of the trip to the “Weber” was through silver creek canyon to Wanship, then up the side of the Weber River where the Rockport Lake now is through the town of Rockport.  Almost every trip there would be an old man in a rocking chair in front of his home that would wave to the passing cars.
From the City of Oakley there was no pavement until 1950. At best, the trip to the cabin  took 3.5 hours by car.
16.   Mother’s horse was Seal Muff, a registered race horse.  At the start of the race, horses were started by cracking a whip in front of them.  On one occasion, the whip struck the front shoulder of this horse, making him no good as a racer.
This was “Bea’s” horse.  They are reported to have become one animal when she mounted.
When the horse was sent to the “ranch” early in the year, some of the sheepherders tried unsuccessfully to ride it. 
When Bea and her father arrived, they said the horse was a killer and the girl should never ride her.  However, she walked up to the horse, boosted herself on and then rode off as a team to the consternation of the sheepherders.
17.   On one occasion, Dave and Bob were invited to eat breakfast with Uncle Sterling.  Mother told them they should eat only one pancake.  Therefore, Uncle Sterling made one the size of the whole skillet.
18.  Pete Jenson’s (sheep operation manager) camp wagon was at ‘Moffit Creek.” His wife, Pearl made lemon meringue pie that was tough and rubbery but we (Bob and Dave) loved it.  Wild gooseberry pie was Bob’s favorite.
19.  Mother was the editor of the High School paper, the Gold and Blue.  Mother loved her instructors, particularly Talmage.  (SP?) She read Goetta(?SP) in German.  After 60 year from school, she sometimes still spoke in German.
20.  At age 19, she had a critical illness and her father build her a small house down by the Weber river.  She used a darkened room in the Forest Dale home where he eyes could rest.  She also had thyroid surgery.
21.  She won a “normal” scholarship at the University of Utah but was not able to accept it.  She taught at the Steward Training school.  She really wanted to study history, law and English.
22.  Also at 19, she served on the Primary General Board and travelled to Southern Utah with Joseph Fielding Smith.  They had meetings in many of the small towns along the way.
23.  She said that Joseph Fielding Smith was the kindest person she could remember on that trip.  She said she really did not like Primary as a child.  She said “Perhaps that is the reason I was called to that assignment.”
24.  When courting, DWE would ride the street car to visit and sometimes he missed the last car and had to walk home to the Avenues, four miles. 
25.  DWE and BC met at LDS High School. Both worked on the newspaper, the Blue and Gold.
a.      They had a “joking” relationship which lasted through life.
b.      From their graduating class, there were many friends they stayed with through life.  Max and Leo Sharp, Ed Winder, Herb Maw, Bish James and Ruby, Wilfred Gardner, Ray Wood, Harold Wallis and others.
26.   John M. Cannon bought the Weber “ranch” in 1916 and it was sold in about 1919.
27.   David W. Evans came back from the army having been trained in the use of “Wireless Telegraphy” – two-way radio. He trained at Yale University (College Park Michigan.)
28.  They were married at age 25 on September 9, 1919.  David C. was born, Feb. 24 1934, Bob was born February 28m 1936, Ted born May 28, 1939, Wayne born August 26, 1931 and Carl born July 20, 1934.
29.  BCE loved coconut macaroons.
30.  She had eye problems which gave her much pain.  She would put a cotton patch over the eye for comfort.  It was later diagnosed as Anasychonia (? Spelling)
31.  When she did read, she would make lots of notes and hold her place in the book with                   hair pins and clips.
32.  After DCE’s birth, she went to Long Beach California for her health.  She met a man in Logan, Utah who said she should drink as much buttermilk as she could.
33.  She was inclined to get help from naturopathic doctors – Dr. Wilkey who treated many illnesses with an electric machine that “stimulated” the body part that hurt.
34.  During the 1940s she sent much of her time in bed, being carried downstairs as needed.  She was taken to a Provo, Utah hospital where she received electric shock treatments.  It was there were times she ate cucumbers almost exclusively.
35.  Upon returning from Provo, she stayed with her mother in the Forestdale home.
36.  Miss Forrester was BCE’s teacher at Forest Dale School and was the principal when David C. went there.
37.  In the summer up the Weber we would stay in the “bees a nest.”  Father would drive up coming to the Weber on Friday and on Saturday night drive back to Salt Lake because he was a counselor in two Bishoprics for 17 years.
38.  The cabin had no running water so we would carry water from the river in buckets. It was cold when it splashed against your legs. There was an outhouse 150 feet from the front door with two holes.  The cabin had two rooms. In the back was a bedroom with a bed on top of a storage box.  The front room had a large coal or wood burning stove. Benches were around the edges and a table.  There were no windows.  Where windows normally would be was screened and there were canvas covers that could be a closed against the wind.
39.  Water was heated on the stove.  For Saturday night’s bath there was a large metal tub placed in front of the stove.  Children were bathed from youngest two oldest.  Therefore David had the dirtiest water.
40.  Mother often had a hired girl as a maid.  These were country girls that came to town sometimes expecting a baby.
41.  Mothers cousin, Adelle Cannon Howells, lived in the ranch house where the original John B, Cannon house was placed.  She often made horses available for mother and the children to ride.  Fresh milk came from the Howells or from the Decker family in Holiday Park.
42.  Both at home in Salt Lake City and at the Weber, our spare time was used for darning socks, cracking nuts, sewing on buttons, and similar activities.
43.  Baby diapers were rinsed out in the creek, sterilized in heated creek water and hung to dry.
44.  Fish were weighed on baby scales.  Logs and kindling were cut for the stove.
45.  One summer and a young deer took shelter in the unfinished Cannon cabin next door to the “b” nest.  The older boys played with it even with it’s paws on their shoulders.
46.  Bob reported rats running on cabin rafters that were shot with a 22 caliber rifle.  Uncle Frank reported catching a mouse in a bag which bit through the bag and his leather gloves.
47.  Back in Salt Lake mother was often helping relatives with drinking problems to “dry out.”  She always had a project person often found in a bar on west temple.
48.  Older children were taught in “charm classes” and “pronunciation” at the ladies literary club.
49.  She had pride in being a Cannon, one of 11 children.  “Cannon women didn’t marry you, you married the Cannon woman.  Jeffrey Holland, reminded he had some Cannon blood, responded “a little Cannon blood never hurt anybody.”
50.  Mother often spoke with pride about Cannon relatives, George Q, David H, and her grandfather Angus M. Cannon.
51.  One of the older brothers remembered praying for the arch bishop of Canterbury to die, to release church records for microfilming.  With a major effort by Ann M. Cannon, mother’s aunt, was successful in getting the records in the isle of Mann microfilmed.
52.  Mother was a founder of the Cannon Family Association.  She wrote the newsletter, the Cannon Family Chronicle, for many years.  She was a member and president of the Salt Lake Women’s Republican Club and the Utah Republican Club where she was the president.  She was a delegate in Chicago to a National Republican Club event.
53.  She was active in the Bonneville Knife and Fork Club, the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers the Cannon, Hinckley Club and other such activities.
54.  Father and mother traveled abroad taking granddaughters.  Julie to New Zealand, Ann and Lark to the South Pacific, Pat and Nancy to Europe and Eastern Europe, Gayle to Mexico and Central America, Katherine and Carol to Seattle for the World’s Fair.  Ted and Gloria, Bob and Marianne traveled with them to Europe.  David, Joy Vella and Wayne to the Caribbean and a large group for an Alaska inland tour cruise.
55.  On the car rides and at home mother peel cucumbers and dished out vegetables “treats” carrot juice, celery juice, parsley juice, and then the dandelion and walnut sandwiches with cream cheese.
56.  She would get spring water from a neighbor’s backyard and from a spring on 8th South.  She made root beer and loved it!
57.  She wanted to try everything.  In her 70’s she tried water skiing, learned to type, took swimming lessons and learned to use a typewriter. This helped her to write and edit the Cannon Family Historical Treasury.
58.  As soon as Carl was born, father left with the two oldest boys for the Chicago World’s Fair.  In 1931, mother took the three younger boys to San Francisco (where her sister Lenore lived) for the World’s fair.
59.  She had “troubled Girls” from the Relief Society to help with the household chores.
60.  Ted said she taught me I was special.  She challenged him to read, write and take classes in Latin, Greek and always encouraged me to do well.
61.  Because of mother’s eye problems she had the rights to use records for the blind and would listen to wonderful things, great books, the reader’s digest and the like.  She would also have the boys read to her, correcting pronunciation and making certain we understood every word.
62.  She encouraged us to make sleeping bags with wool from the Woolen Mills, unbleached muslin dyed brown, and made waterproof with paraffin wax dissolved and gasoline.  She encouraged us to “put a pasteboard box by our head “to keep a cow from stepping on your head.”
63.  We had large family bonfires in the evening by the river in the fireplace.  We sang songs and told stories. One of her sayings was “hang your clothes on the hickory limb, but don’t go near the water.”
64.  The story was told of when a diamond fell out of her ring and got lost.  They looked long enough and prayed long enough.  The diamond was found in a rat’s nest several days later. 
65.  Ted was the one who canned the peaches.  He said it was better than weeding. Each son had a specific area he was responsible to keep weed free – fat chance.
66.  When there was whooping cough, father did not come home.
67.  It was clear that mother always had an interest in healthy foods – all types of veggie drinks.  A Dr. McCullum introduced her and us to Vit. D and cod liver oil.
68.  Carl called attention to mother’s grey hair and mother started using Henna Rinse.  She was proud and dignified as any Cannon should be.
69.  Setting the table was important – 2 forks, knife and spoon, cloth napkins, napkin rings.  We each had a rabbit napkin ring each with a different colored eye.
70.  Ted talked about earaches –put the center part of a boiled onion in the ear for relief.  Other health items were hot wet packs, lemon and soda drinks, “Swiss-kriss”, Denver Mud and being in bed with lots of blankets to induce sweating. Also many Utahns used “prescribed” beer.
71.  At Christmas time, Leah Wooley always sent us Applettes.  They were one of the things mother would hide between the blankets.  I, Wayne, never learned that fact.
72.  There was on constant piece of advice we received – “Be Believing!”
73.  In what was “Family Home Evening” for our time, Father would read from good books for us as we did chores such as darning socks, cracking nuts, mending clothes, etc.
74.  Horses were big for mother. In her youth she would ride from her 7th East home to Liberty Park with her father and back. She won first prize at the Utah State Fair riding in the saddle-horse class.
75.  She spent part of one summer in Alberta, Canada on a farm her father owned.  Grandma Cannon had a very hard time living in polygamy.
76.  David H. Cannon, mother’s uncle, said that it was right for John M. Cannon to live in polygamy with marriage to two women who already had children.
77.  John M. Cannon’s Canadian Ranch was used as a reformatory for friends and relatives.
78.  There was some reason that David C. was not able to see Uncle John K. Cannon in the army during WW2.  He was a four-star general and the son of one of John M. Cannon’s wives.
79.  There was a discussion of mother’s exercise activity, high kicking, broom-stick jumps (I doubt it) a slant board and isometric exercises. 
80.  Mother’s swimming skill at the time was “dog paddling.” However, no water was too cold for her.  At age 70, she did try water skiing without success, but with much bravery.
81.  Mother helped her mother a great deal when grandma had cancer.
82.  DWE and BCE, in their old age took regular long walks in the neighborhood in all types of weather – to the market and/or the cleaners., etc.
83.  Ted said, “If she hadn’t been so darn sick, she wouldn’t have lived so long.”
84.  When one of the sons insisted on doing something she didn’t want them to do, she would say, “Do as you damn please!”
85.  A great time for everyone was regular Sunday dinners with the families and other guests.
86.  On Sunday afternoons, we had the best times playing with cousins in the large house and yard at the home on 7th East.
87.  On the last evening of her life, Ted was asked to read John Bennion’s play, “Crossing Jordon.”
88.  Ted said that I her later years, one time he went out to get the newspaper.  When he came back in, she said, “Ted, where have you been?  I haven’t seen you for a long time.”
89.  BCE gave DWE golf clubs in the “30’s” and wrote a poem about each club – relating to each boy -- putter, mashie, etc.

90.  Mother gave each of the boys the opportunity for many lessons, ballet, tap dancing, piano, tuba, vocal and clarinet.

Angus M. Cannon and Family Called to Utah's Dixie

Angus M. Cannon and family
Called to Utah’s Dixie

[This report borrows generously from a document written by John M. Cannon’s sister, Aunt Ann M. Cannon about the life of her mother, Sarah Maria Mousley Cannon.]

On October 6, 1861, Angus M. Cannon and his brother, David H. Cannon with their families were called from the pulpit during General Conference to move to Southern Utah to assist in developing a community in the area, later named St. George.  They were just two of 309 families called the same day to settle in the Cotton Mission.

At the time of this calling to a mission by President Brigham Young to help settle Southern Utah the family consisted of Father, Mother, Aunt Amanda, Mina and Angus M. Cannon, junior.  The latter two were Aunt Amanda’s and father’s children, Angus being but a few weeks old.

A little Adobe home in Salt Lake City on the west side of the the block where the post office now stands was sold or traded for two covered wagons and necessary equipment and the family started out well provided for the journey into that “burned out,“ now glorious, country.

Father furnished the necessities, but each wife’s treasure chest supplied fine household materials grandmother brought across the plains by ox team.  In addition, they had crude pottery from the factory father helped to start; flour, sugar, dried corn, beans and seeds to plant to start their new vineyard.

In the company were father's sister, Ann Cannon Woodbury, her husband and two or three children; his brother, David H. Cannon and wife, Aunt Willie (mother's sister), their little son David; mother's brother, Lewis H. Mousley and wife, Aunt Mary, in addition to many others.

For about a month they traveled, most of the way through unbroken roads - possibly following Indian trails or those of the coyotes.  Into the floor of two covered wagons had been loaded the boxes, chairs, and utensils not needed on route and on top all these, on grandmother's live goose feather beds, slept the travelers.  On and on the wagons journeyed, from the colder north into the warm south.  The sand clung to the broad tires, lifted with them and fell in a soft spray as the wheels turned.  The lonely coyote slunk away as they drew near by day, but at night his weird howl filled the women and children with terror.  Sagebrush-- miles and miles of it; rabbit brush; occasionally a clump of scrub oak -the only live green on the landscape.  Then long, long stretches, with only the green-gray of the desert growths, perhaps a yellow stretch of wild mustard; now a pink glow from the rising sun; a dark green-blue shadow from a passing cloud; a low twitter of birds from their cacti-fortressed nests; the desert billowing on like the waves of the ocean; the purple mountains; the promise of a far flung shore.  Journeying thither vistas of a lake to lave their weary bodies proved a mirage.  It vanished as they drew near.  A city with white temple spire arising from the sands vanished also, but it presaged the future.

Black Ridge the trail ended.  The wagon-boxes were let down almost sheer cliffs by ropes; the women and children found a less precipitous place and climbed down, clinging to the rocks or to the hands of their husbands.  On again to the Rim of the Basin. How balmy the uncontaminated air; they seemed never to have breathed before – so deep the breaths!

Just east of the present town of St. George the company went into camp formation – the backs of all wagons turned inward, forming a circle.  Father knew he must make a more permanent camp for the birth of Mother’s child.  A little to one side he found a level stretch, cleared it, measured the size of his circular army tent and began to dig.  About two feet deep he made it.  His friends helped place the tent over the excavated circle.  It left a shelf all around the improvised room and the excavated two feet, added to the four feet of the tent, gave six feet to the lowest part of the sloping ceiling.  The circular tent was supported by a center pole, and gave the effect outside of a huge, bulging wigwam.

Life settled down.  The country was explored. Negotiations started with the Indians.  On the morning of December 24 Father was detailed with some others and went to seek the Indian camp, down the river toward what is now Santa Clara.  Thales Haskell and Jacob Hamblin were there as missionaries.  As the day progressed a storm threatened and the men were urged to stay.  Father said, “No, I’ll go if I go alone.” And he did.

As he reached home the storm broke.  Toward midnight Mother was taken ill.  Father called Uncle David and sent him for “Aunt Dicey Perkins,” the midwife.  She had gone up the river to attend someone eighteen miles away.  The team was hitched up and Uncle David started after her.  Father called Aunt Annie Woodbury and Sister Church.  They were both women with children.  Uncle David returned in despair.  The Virgin River was on the rampage –a seething, boiling mass, through which nothing could pass and live.  Prayer was their only resource in that agonized moment.

            But Aunt Amanda wept and wrung her hands;
            “The doctor said she could never survive another childbirth.”

“Why didn’t he tell me:” Father demanded.

“She forbade him.  She forbade us all.”

Father lost no time.  He called Sister Church and Aunt Annie.  He blessed them, set them apart and sent them in to help my mother and her child.  The little group waited and prayed as never before.  That unseen power made those willing hands so skillful!  The presence of angels stirred the air.  The hosts of Heaven drew near and awaited..

Christmas Morn George was born at six o’clock – the first white boy in that country:  And Mother lived and smiled.  Once again “Peace on earth, toward men!”

That day they danced upon the green and sang praises to the God who had succored them.


“At this time, St. George was just a desert spot lying below red sandstone cliffs on the north and the wandering, sandy Virgin River in the South.”

One historian has said that at that time (in 1861) the journey from Salt Lake to St. George was harder than the journey from Nauvoo to Salt Lake City because the former was over dry, rugged desert while the Nauvoo journey followed the water ways.

In the six years Angus lived in St. George, he was made a member of the Committee to locate the City of St. George.  He was elected Mayor and reelected for a second term.  He was the first Marshall of the area and helped to organize the Dramatics Society and played a part in the first production.

He was on the committee to organize the St. George Public Library, the first public library in the State of Utah. To buy books, citizens were asked to bring a quart of molasses that was sent to Salt Lake City to be sold.

Along with this activity, he helped to organize the public school system.

His brother, David, was called to serve a mission to the Moquis Indians with Jacob Hamblin his first year in the valley.  He was called as the assistant to the first Temple President when it opened in 1877.  This was the first operating temple in the West.  Latter he was called to serve as the temple President and served in the temple for 45 years consecutively.


Another Christmas in St. George, by Ann M. Cannon

Another Christmas in Saint George
By  Ann M. Cannon

I have told you of the first Christmas in Saint George when my Brother George was born in an improvised bedroom made of a wagon-box.  Perhaps you would like to hear of another Christmas in what was then that faraway land.

The family still lived in Saint George and consisted of father, mother and her son George, and Amanda and her children Mina and Angus.  Father was a very active figure in the little town.  At one time he was County Prosecuting Attorney. At another time Mayor, and always he had a butcher shop, the only place in town where meat could be purchased.  The butcher shop still stands, I think, on the east side of father’s lot, near the line between his place and Uncle David's.  A three room adobe house with cellar (a very important place in that hot country) had been built near the center of father’s lot, facing south.  (it still stands as a part of our Cousin Woodruff Cannon’s residence.) From the front door a grape arbor had been planted running south to the gate.

The country was still wild and new, only the little town and a few acres around it having been cultivated.  Father was often out of town.  He was always in the thick of things.  Once when he was away the supply of wood ran low. Mother was worried.  There was the big wood pile, but the logs were too heavy for either of the two women, and the children were small.  Suddenly she missed George, a child of about three years.  She ran out into the yard, not at all reassured by the sound of a loud Indian chant or song, coming from the public square to the west.  Turning her eyes in that direction she saw a tall Indian buck, singing at the top of his voice, and a small child holding his hand and leading him toward her.  It was George.  She ran to meet him, with her heart palpitating.  As they approached, the Indian opened his hand and showed the child's tiny white hand in his big, red palm.  The words “Twidge neepooch” (too little) were upon the Indians lips as he followed, or was pulled by the child toward the wood pile.  The child showed him the axe and watched while he cut a big pile of wood.

Such Indians were much appreciated, but they were not the only kind that called.  And when the others came they demanded what they wanted - the best of everything the home afforded - bread, sugar, etc.  After having entertained one of the demanding groups, Mother missed the big butcher knife that was so essential a part of father’s butcher business.  She searched everywhere but could not find it.

The good Indian, whose services George had enlisted to keep track of mother and the little group came the day after the knife had disappeared.  Mother told him about the loss.  He asked many questions and then he held up three fingers saying “sleeps” thus indicating three days.  At the end of that time he reappeared with the knife.

Sometimes the Indians brought pine nuts and offered them in exchange for things they wanted.  “Biscuit” was one thing that they always asked for, but sugar was the thing most eagerly sought.  Our pioneers’ supply of sugar was always limited but the Indians desired it more than anything else.  The squaw would hold the corner of her shawl for the sugar to be poured into it, then would tie it into a knot.

A squaw would come and help with the washing which was done out of doors.  She would dip up water from the red stream and pour it into a barrel to settle.  Washing machines were unknown.  The tubs were placed on the ground and the woman bending over them rubbed the clothes clean on a washboard.  Then the clothes were put into a large pot and boiled over a wood fire.  The children loved to watch the flames curl up around the outside of the big, black kettle.  It was altogether primitive.

This year as Yule-time approached father was away again.  It is hardly probable that this was the occasion when he went with others to see what had happened to Dr. Whitmore and his companions and found them dead and buried there by Indian renegades.  And yet it might easily have been that time.

The two mothers at home did their best to prepare for Christmas.  There were cookies made in the form of animals; ginger-bread men, women and children; homemade molasses candy; and each child had a tin cup filled with pine nuts.  There were balls for the boys made from rags wound tight and sewed as they were rolled to keep them hard; then, to hold them firm, stitched with any bright color available.  Mina had a new calico dress with small brown and an orange colored dot in it.  This new dress was made in a county so far away from stores.  It, or rather the material for it, had been purchased from people en route to California at one dollar a yard.

All preparations in readiness, the two mothers decided they must have a Christmas tree for the three kiddies.  Aunt Amanda stayed with the children and Mother sallied forth to the hills to find a tree, a hatchet in her hand.  Her search led her to the “sugar loaf”, a red sandstone pile of rocks in the northern foothills.  She found a small, perfectly-shaped tree, suited to her purpose.  At the first stroke of the hatchet a young Indian buck sprang up and confronted her.  She had not seen him as the lay in the shadow of the rock nearby.

They faced each other; she apparently without fear, though her heart beat fast.  After a long searching stare he held out his hand for the hatchet.  Should she surrendered it, thus placing herself entirely at his mercy?  Or should she refuse?

She decided to smother her fear.  Still holding him in her gaze, she handed him the hatchet.

He looked searchingly at her as if to read her very soul, then cut the tree and carried it home for her.

Father returned.  The children, not sated as the children of today, loved their humble toys.  And that Christmas day all yielded thanks to the God who had gone before them into the wilderness.  Once again peace dwelt in their little world, and good-will toward all men.