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Stubbs Nelson Hart Pickett Home Tervort Wride Davis Bradshaw
James Ephraim Stubbs was born December 7th, 1868, at Provo, Utah, The son of Peter Stubbs and Elizabeth Dunn. The seventh child of eleven children. A boy and girl died at birth, six girls and three boys living to maturity. Peter Stubbs and Ann Wride Stubbs (second wife) had nine children, two boys dying in infancy; they raised four girls and three boys to maturity. James grew up in Provo, Utah, working mostly on the farm. He went to the B.Y.U. academy to the sixth reader or grade, he was a good student, and he especially liked arithmetic and was an excellent penman. When he was a small boy his Mother lived above his father's store on Center Street. Ann's family lived on 5th south and Academy Avenue. One night when he was 5 years old, his mother woke him up and said, it get up James, someone is trying to break in the store," she handed him their kerosene lamp and she grabbed a big iron poker, and went down stairs to investigate, when they opened the door into the store they could hear a tapping on the window, on further investigation, they found the wind had broken the shutter and it was tapping the window to their happy surprise.
Dad used to take the cows to the pasture south of town, he said he had one cow he used to ride down and back. There was one block on the way that had water on each side of the road 2 to 3 feet deep. He said, one morning on the way down, right on this street, they met some cows going the opposite way, and the cow he was ridin" got in a fight with them, and threw him off in the pond. She said that when the stores would have a sale on shoes, he would buy several pair, and the boy or girl that needed them most would wear them, whether they fit or not, the same thing with clothes.
Mother loved music and had a fair sin-ing voice, and as a young lady, she san "duets" with her older brother Thomas.
A friend of her Dad’s about his age, used to come visit them quite often, and she said she didn’t realize why his friendly visits, until one day, she heard Dad tell him to get out and not to come back, he wasn’t going to have one of his daughter for wives. Mother and her sister Anne, two years younger, were now grown ladies.
She was baptized and confirmed a member of the church in 1877. In 1888, she moved over to Provo, and worked in a boarding house, owned by the railroad, that catered to the people who came in on the trains. It was in Provo, where she met James Ephraim Stubbs, and on October 28, 1890 they were married in American Fork, Utah, by Bishop George Halliday.
They moved to Provo to live, where Dad went into the Saloon business with his brother-in-law, John Taylor, this business went broke because of Dad’s drinking and Uncle John’s mismanagement or tipping the till. Grandpa Stubbs (Peter) helped each of them get a home on South Academy Avenue, (now University Avenue) and through the failure in the business, they both lost their homes, and started to rent and do daily labor.
On May 18, 1895, mother gave birth to her first son, they named him Peter Kelly Stubbs. On October 1, 1897 they had their second son, they named him William Kelly Stubbs. They moved to American Fork for a short time, and their third son was born on November 19, 1900, this boy lived just long enough to receive the name of Royal James Stubbs, he was buried in the American Fork cemetery. They moved back to Provo in a small two room home on 647 East and 5th South, where their fourth son, was born on November 3, 1902. They named him Reed Kelly Stubbs. From a small inheritance, Mother received from her Dad’s estate, after his death, she built a small room onto the other two rooms. In 1905 Dad got a job as bookkeeper for a Coke Co. in Sunnyside, Utah where they moved. On July 3rd, 1906 they had their fifth son, they named him Glendon Kelly Stubbs. A few months later they moved back to Provo, Utah, in their little home on 5th south. Dad started to work for his brother in law, Willis Spafford, delivering coal for $1.50 a day. On October 10, 1909, mother gave birth to her sixth son, who lived just long enough to receive a name. They named him Phil K. Stubbs. He was buried in the Provo. City Cemetery. On January 30, 1911 they had their seventh son. He received the name of Roy Kelly Stubbs.
Mother was a very religious woman and hardly ever missed doing to her meetings with her boys, she sang in the choir, and always did her sister teaching. She saw that all her boys were baptized and confirmed into the church. Because of his drinking and smoking Bull Durham, Dad never went to church, but was ordained a deacon.
Because of the poverty, Mother lead a hard time keeping food on the table, and clothes on her boys, until they were old enough to earn a little money. During these years, Mother suffered a lot of mental abuse, while he was drinking. Dad was very abusive in his language.
In the spring of 1915, Dad and my brother Peter went to Gunnison, Utah to farm on shares in Christenburg. Bill was working for a farmer, and living with them. Mother was left alone with three young boys, and no income, except $10.00 a month Bill gave her out of his check. During this summer, the boys raised a good garden, had a few chickens and raised pork. The boys thinned beets, sold paper on Sundays, and picked up coal off the tracks for fuel. Reed and Glen went to Christiansburg for a month and thinned 19 acres of beets, the first beets raised in Gunnison.
In the fall of 1915, Mother was to Relief Society meeting and the Bishop (Ben Bullock) heard her say, “I have to hurry home before the boys get back from picking up coal.” The next morning a man brought her 500 pounds of coal that the Bishop had ordered and paid for out of his own pocket. Mother did not receive any cash from Dad during, this summer, as they had a crop failure. In the fall of 1915, Dad started to work for Fred Swalburg, and Pete worked for Bishop Ernest Swalburg and each of them sent Mother a little money each month.
In December 1916, Dad moved Mother to Christenburg, in a two-room house on a farm, owned by Fred Swalburg, who had sold Dad four Jersey cows, so Mother for the first time in her married life had plenty of milk, butter and meat. Bill and his friends from Provo came down for Christmas, and Peter came over, and they each brought presents, and Dad had stopped his heavy drinking, so Mother had the best Christmas she had for many years.
Mother had another shock. After living in Christenburg three months, Fred Swalburg sold the farm and bought a large one a mile south, so Mother had to move again, this time into an old 3 room frame home, behind a flour mill. This home had been used to store grain in, so was full of mice and bedbugs, so Mother had a hard time scrubbing and fumigating and killing mice, and to make it worse, she had to use the water out of the mill ditch. She burned wood for fuel, and scrubbed the clothes on a washboard, as she had done most of her life. During all these years, Mother had no conveniences, no electricity, no telephones, no radio, no newspaper, and no rugs. The one big hardship was Mother had no way to go to Church, living three miles from it. We hauled our drinking water from the Depot, about three blocks. Mother had no close neighbors in Christenburg.
About once every two weeks Dad would take Mother to town, in a horse and buggy, to get some groceries and dry goods, and about Once a Month he would take her, to a show.
Mother had another blow in 1918, when Bill enlisted in the Army and Peter enlisted in the Navy during World War One.
During the summer of 1918, Dad farmed the Swalburg farm, with the help of his three young sons. In September 1918, Peter had a furlough and came home and helped us put tip our grain. On October 1, 1918, Bill had his 21st birthday in France. Dad hired John Beasley from Provo, to help him top the beets because of his experience. During the middle of the beet harvest, Glen came down with the flu and two days later Roy got it. Mother had both of us in bed, with no Doctor available, being three miles from town, and the flu epidemic was so bad many people died from it, and only one Doctor in the area. After we had been down in bed eight or nine days with a high fever Mother decided the only help she could get was from the Lord. Dad was an inactive Deacon, so mother closed the door, anointed us with oil, and gave us a blessing, asking the Lord to help. The next morning the fever broke and we both got better.
After the beets were harvested in 1918 Fred Swalburg sold his farm and Dad moved Mother into a small three-room house in Gunnison, across the road South of the Ball Park. This was the first home Mother had with electric lights, there was no plumbing in the house, but water just outside of the kitchen.
On November 11, 1918, the armistice was signed, but Peter had the rheumatic fever, and was in a Navel hospital in Washington, he had gone from 160 lbs to 105 lbs, He got a medical discharge from the Navy and came home for Christmas, with a heart ailment, and took most of the winter to get back his normal health.
During the summer of 1917, a Gypsy lady told Mother’s fortune, for a fat hen, she said. “You will have two sons go into the war, but only one will come home.” In an hour, she returned and told Mother she had been checking and said both of your sons will come home, but there will be something wrong with one of them. Bill came home from France in May 1919, with an honorable discharge. In the spring of 1920, Dad and the boys bought a 40-acre farm west of Gunnison, and a 30-acre farm in Dover, and planted 52 acres of beets. The housemother moved into on the farm had 5 rooms and one fruit room; it had electricity, but no plumbing. The water was just off the kitchen. This was the first house I could remember that Mother did not have a bed in each room. One day I was with Dad over at the Dover farm changing the irrigation water, when Howard Roberts, a large man, who had a farm next to ours, came up across the ditch from where we were working and accused Dad of taking the water too quick. After an argument, Roberts threatened to throw Dad in the ditch. Dad said “You dirty ____ ____ ____, you cross that ditch and I’ll open your head with this shovel.” Roberts took him at his word and left.
In December 1921 there was a recession. The price of sugar beets dropped from $12.00 a ton to $6.00 a ton and Dad lost both farms, so Mother had to move again, this time in a small four room house on 175 East, Second South in Gunnison.
Peter went to Utah Ageculture College in Logan, on a G.I. Bill. Dad and the boys continued to crop share farm.
The years 1924-1925 Dad leased the Charles Peterson farm, one mile east of Gunnison and Mother moved into part of the Peterson’s home. Two rooms down stairs and one room upstairs. The Peterson’s lived in the east part of the house.
On February 24, 1926 Peter Married Elizabeth Ehlers in the Salt Lake Temple.
Dad moved Mother back into the Anderson home south of the ballpark. Bill went to California to work. Dad planted 35 acres of beets, and they all blighted, so on July 19, 1926, Peter, Glen, Reed and Clair Tollestrup went to Ely, Nevada in Reed's Ford car, worked on a ranch for a month, then went to San Jose, California and worked till the last of November. During these years Mother was very active in her church, she was a councilor and then President of the Relief Society, never missed sister teaching and paid what she could on her church assessments. Dad never went to church, up to this time he was well physically, worked hard, hauled all the beets, went to most of the baseball games, and spent most of the evenings down at the pool hall, telling stories and spreading the bull with his friends.
Dad and my brothers used to play solo, and have a good time as long as things went well. When Dad lost two or three games in a row he would start cussing, and blame his partners, then Reed would tip the table over, cards and chips, and say the game is over.
On August 18, 1927 Dad and Mother got their first grandchild, Betty had a baby boy in California and named him William James Stubbs.
On November 23 1927 Glendon married Ruth Nelson in the Manti Temple and they moved to Gunnison the next day.
One day in the spring of 1926, Dad and I were pitching manure on a beet rack, and three men from Ephraim came and tried to sell Dad an electric washing machine. He repeatedly told them no, one of them made the remark, what are you trying to do, kill your wife off. This made Dad see red and he started after them with a pitch fork, and said get out of here you dirty ___ ___ ___, or I’ll let your guts out right here, they fell over two barb wires, and got out of the yard. Dad came back smiling and said, “I sure scairt the ___ ___ out of them.” The next day he went down to the Con Wagon and bought Mother a washer, the first electric washer she had ever had.
Dad continued farming the next few years wit a little help from Roy and me. On April 21, 1931 Bill married Jesse Thygerson, in Ogden, Utah, they were sealed in the Manti Temple Feb 10, 1932.
In Feb 1932 Dad, Reed and I jointly leased a farm from Bert Madsen, just east of the Gunnison High School, Dad and Mother, moved into a little three-room house on the farm. On Jan. 2, 1933 Roy married Loraine Nelson in Richfield, Utah, he had been working in California for a couple of years. They were sealed in the Manti Temple June 30, 1950. By 1932 Dad was having real troubles with rheumatism in his knees, but he hauled all our beets in the fall. This was the last heavy work he did; he raised a garden each of the next five years.
In the spring of 1936, Dad and Mother moved from the farm into a little three room house on 4th east and 3rd south in Gunnison. In Sep 1936, Dad and Mother moved into a five room brick home with inside plumbing on 75 East 1st South, the best home they ever lived in. In about 1942 Ruth and I bought the home so Mother would not have to move any more, and was easy for her to go to church and close to the stores. The last few years of his life Dad was quite lame, and walked with a cane, had asthma and became very thin, weighing about 108- 110 pounds. Mother’s health was good, and they used to go to a show once a week. Mother would say, “Pa you start out and I’ll catch you.”
Dad spent a lot of time visiting with his neighbor Pete Peterson. On Sunday October 7, 1945, we were down visiting with the folks and I asked Dad how he was feeling and he said, “If I have to spend another winter like last winter, I would rather be dead.” On Thurs. Oct 11, 1945 Reed called me, and said Dad had passed away.
Reed bought a cemetery lot, we had a good service for him, and he was buried in the Gunnison cemetery. His sons paid for the funeral. When Bill and I were looking at his body in the casket, Bill said we have had a lot of arguments and hard times, but we could always sit down and have dinner together.
Mother and Reed continued to live in the home in Gunnison, Mother enjoying her church meetings and socials. We continued to visit her at least every other week. On September 2, 1946 Mother called and said Reed was acting queer, to please come down. On our arrival we found that he had fallen the night before and bumped his head. He was calm and normal when we got there, then he would have moments when he was irrational. We checked with Dr. Reece and he made an appointment for Reed to see a specialist in Salt Lake City. We thought he was a brain surgeon, but when we got there he was a Physiologist. In about two minutes Reed came out and said lets get out of here, he thinks I’m nuts! He’s the one that’s crazy! After a couple of days, we sent him up to the Provo Hospital for tests, in six days later he passed away. We had an autopsy on him and found he had died from a brain hemorrhage. On September 11, 1946 we had a nice service for him and the side of his Dad buried him in the Gunnison cemetery. This experience in the home was very hard on Mother; she remained in the home and spent some time with her families, the winters with those in California.
She spent the next several years this way. We visited with her at least every other week. She continued to go to her church meetings, war socials, birthday parties, and a show once in awhile.
She would never admit that she was old it was 85 years young. When she was 85 years old a young Doctor in Gunnison called and said she had had a heart attack, and to call my brothers and tell them she could die any minute. We went to Gunnison, and found her resting and in good spirits. We had the Relief Society sisters care for her for about two weeks, but could not hire anyone to take care of her. Peter and Betty came down and get her and put her in a nursing home not far from their home. This was a very nice place and Mrs. Christensen, the lady that owned it was a registered nurse, and she took real good care of Mother. Mother enjoyed this place very much; she made lots of friends and helped a lot of the ladies that were bedfast as she was now back to normal health.
All went well with her until one day a large man accidentally stepped on her foot, and crushed the bunion and joint in her bid toe, she got infection in it and her leg went dark up to above the knee. Mrs. Christensen had a doctor come and see her, and he told Mrs. Christensen they would have to amputate the leg, but she would not agree with the doctor and she treated and packed the foot, and cleared up the infection, all but a light drainage in the bunion.
After Mother had been in the home about two years, Roy and Loraine came and took her to California and gave her a room in their home. Mother enjoyed living with Roy and Loraine, they all treated her very well, took her to Church and on short visits.
When Mother was past 90 years old she spent a short time with her brother Phil, her sons went to visit her. I asked my brothers if they remembered the little song she used to sing to us when we were young boys, they said they didn’t remember it, I said Mother will remember, at first she said no, then I quoted the chorus that was all I remembered, it was “eggs fried in butter, Mother make my bed down, I’m sick to my heart, and I want to lay down.” She thought for a minute and sang us two verses.
On October 26, 1963, Roy called me and said, Bill passed away suddenly from a stomach problem. Ruth and I took Peter and Betty, and Bill’s girl Barbara with us to Napa for the funeral. This was very hard on Mother, while Bill’s body lay in the casket, she kept saying, “Willis why did this have to happen to you.” Bill’s funeral service was held in the Napa Chapel, he was buried by the side of his wife Jessie in the Napa City Cemetery, on Oct 30, 1963. Mother stood the services well, but after the services we returned to Shirley’s home for a lunch, after lunch Mother went to the bathroom, being in a strange room, she fell into the bathtub, cut her head and eyebrow on the faucet. Peter, Roy and I took her up to the hospital and the Doctor sewed up the cuts. Mother kept apologizing to the Doctor for causing him to come back after he had done his days work.
Mother seemed to get along well the next few months until the first part of May, when Roy called me and said Mother had a broken hip. We had a Doctor put in a new hip and Roy and I paid for the operation, the strain and pressure were too much for her and she passed away three days later on May 15, 1964. We had the body returned to Gunnison, where we had a very nice service for her and she was laid to rest in the Gunnison City Cemetery next to her husband and son Reed.
At the time of her death, she was 95 years ¼ months and 23 days old. She had three living sons, Peter, Glendon and Roy, 14 grandchildren and 9 great grandchildren. On October 28, 1940 Mother and Dad celebrated their Golden Wedding Anniversary at Peter and Betty’s home in Salt Lake City. They had a wonderful time, all their own family, some of their brothers and sisters and families and many friends celebrated with them.
Newspaper articles
Couple to Celebrate 53rd Anniversary
Gunnison—Mr. And Mrs. James E. Stubbs born December 7, 1868 in Provo will celebrate there fifty-third weeding anniversary on Thursday at their home in Gunnison. The couple was married on Oct. 28, 1890 in American Fork at the home of Mr. Stubbs parents in American Fork.
Mrs. Stubbs who before her marriage was Miss Martha Lenora Kelly, was born December 23, 1868 in American Fork, a daughter of William and Christena Peterson Kelly. The family was among the first settlers to reach Utah by ox team.
Born on December 7th 1868 in Provo, Mr. Stubbs was the son of Peter and Elizabeth Dunn Stubbs. His parents were early pioneers who reached Utah by Ox Cart. He attended the district schools and latter attending Brigham Young Academy, he worked as a farmer and a stock raiser.
In Provo James worked in the Provo coal yard for Smoot and Spafford, also clerked in his fathers store, Dunn and Company. The couple lived in Provo for 23 years when they moved to Sunnyside, Carbon County and remained for two years. Where Mr. Stubbs was employed as a timekeeper for the Utah Fuel company. In 1915 they then moved to Gunnison where they have resided since.
Both have been active in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Mrs. Stubbs has served as president of the Relief Society, relief Society teacher for 35 years and as chaplain of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers. She is a member of the Singing Mothers organization. Mrs. Stubbs is known also as a poet and her hobby is making quilts and crocheting.
They have seven sons of which five are now living. They are: Peter K. Stubbs, of Murray; Reed Stubbs of Gunnison; Glendon K. Stubbs of Ephraim the manager of Christensen store; William Stubbs of Santa Rosa, California, and Roy Kelly Stubbs of Napa, California. They have 12 grandchildren.
My Dear Brothers and Sisters, I feel like I ought to arise and thank the Lord for the many blessings he has bestowed on me and mine. If we have not had as much of this worlds goods as many others, we have been greatly blessed with health and strength and have this far had no hospital bills to pay for and during the twelve years we have been in Gunnison. I don't think to my knowledge there has been a Dr. in our house. The boys have had a few minor ailments but have been able to go themselves to the Dr. and ask advice. During the epidemics of the flu, we all were stricken while in Christenberg and the two younger boys were real sick and Mr. Stubbs went for Dr. Hagan but he was out of town and he did not get to see him. It was while Mr. Stubbs was busy getting up his beets and we had two hired men besides our boys and he said we can't give up because we go to get those beets up-- then one day Glen dropped in the field and had to be brought home. Then in three days I had Roy in bed with him. I know that the Lord hears and answers our prayers for one night while both boys were tossing with fever, I was at a loss to know what to do for them and I closed the door and asked the Lord in humble prayer to direct me to do the things which would be for their best good and that their lives might be spared, and I even anointed them with oil and in a little while they both slept.
I am thankful as Brother Henry said on the 24th of July, that I am born of good parents that left their native homes and all that was near and dear to them and came here for the Gospel sake. My father came over in President John Taylor's Company and was only married two weeks to his first wife and while only 19 years old was called to go with the Mormon Battalion and leave his young wife behind to get along the best she could. He suffered privations along with the rest of the men. I heard him say that their rations got so low they had to chew rawhide and cut strips from the tops of their boots to get a little juice to keep life in their bodies. He advised us to never waste bread. He was a Major in the battalion. My mother left her parents and all that was dear to her and waded the streams to reach Zion. She was only a girl of I 'D and could not speak a word of English and in two years she was married as plural wife to my father. She too had lots of troubles and privations to put with. At one time she with another plural wife were living over Jordan and the Indians were so troublesome, one day a number rode up to the house and asked for food and mother and lvirs. Adams were alone with 2 or 3 little children and they gave them all the bread they had then they asked for more and they baked hot cakes and filled them up and they left without molesting them. Mother said that Brother Brigham always advised them to give them food, and then they would not harm them. My dear old grandmother emigrated some 10 years later and buried her husband on the plains. I have often wished I could be as good and patient and thankful for small favors as she was. She was always seeing the good in her neighbors and friends instead of looking for their faults. She lived in Pleasant Grove for a number of years and thought a great deal of Bishop Brown, the father of Mrs. Amy B. Lyman.
In later years she lived with us on the farm in American Fork. Our farm was just over the borderline of Pleasant Grove and it was 1-½ miles to Pleasant Grove and 1-½ miles to American Fork every other Sunday. She would walk to Pleasant Grove to attend her Scandinavian meetings. The other to American Fork. She preferred to walk instead of getting in the buggy or wagon. When she was 88 years old my cousin persuaded her to get in the wagon and ride home and she was thrown out and was the cause of her death. At one time my sister Mrs. Nichols and I were just young girls, Grandmother turned to my sister and said Eleanor you will have go finish my work in the temple for my dead ancestors. I said, "Grandma, Can't I help? " Yes Nora you would be willing to but I feel like it will be Eleanor that will have to do it." Why Nora can't we couldn't figure it out at the time and we were both married out of the Temple. Years later when her son Joseph was called to fill a mission in Denmark he was called to the place where my Mother and Grandma were born and my sister and family went through the Temple when their son did. Her son and wife were baptized for 500 of Grandma's posterity. I have always had a desire to go to the Temple, but we can't shed tears over it. I still live in hopes that there will be a way open up that I might be able to go to the Temple before I die, so that I might be laid away as I should be, and have our children sealed to us. Sometimes I think we will get our reward for the good intentions we have, if we are unable to do the things we long to do. I know there is many dear sisters feel as I do. Grandma used to say, "In my Fathers house there are many mansions," maybe there is a place for me. I am thankful that I am able to sing the songs of Zion even if I don't know one note from another (for many times when I am blue-and I wonder why I can’t do as I would like, the words of the song come to me "Do what is right let the consequences follow" and again "I know my Heavenly Father knows the clouds with which my ways is opposed, but he can drive the clouds away and turn the darkness into day", "He knows I'm, sure he knows" and again, "Guide us, oh Thou Great Jehovah". I catch myself singing "For a wise and glorious purpose, though he's placed me here on earth and without the recollection of my former friends and birth". I know I have many faults and weaknesses, but have tried in my weak way to do the best I can, under the circumstances. Sometimes I feel like the old Negro lady that was very sick and the Dr. told her to have patience and all would be well with her. She said, "Dr. you has easy talking, what I want to know is why I have all his trouble placed upon me and some of de meanest people in the world die as easy as a child."
Another instance when our family was blessed was when my boys left for California. In the spring the first letter I got from Will, he wrote, "Mother, I thought I'd better write at once to let you know we arrived safely at San Jose. We knew you would read about the Dam bursting and so many being killed. The Lord must have been on our side because we passed right over that ground the clay before." I wrote back and told them not to make light of Mother, but I had prayed earnestly that their lives might be spared that no harm or accident might befall them. Note: She was able to do her own endowment on 30 Sep 1 947 in the Manti Temple. Copy of above...
On Sunday Dec 23rd, 1951, Mrs. Martha L. Kelly Stubbs will have reached her 83rd milestone, Mrs. Stubbs was born in American Fork, Utah on Dec 23rd, 1868, of pioneer parents, William and Christina Peterson Kelly. I am one of a family of ten children four of whom are living, Mrs. Eleanor N. Nichols, of American Fork, Dr. Philip M. Kelly of Oakland, Calif. James W. Kelly of Wiser, Idaho, and myself, I married James E. Stubbs of Provo, Utah on Oct 28,1890, by Bishop Geo. Holliday in American Fork. Mr. Stubbs passed away on Oct 11, 1945. The Couple lived in Provo, Utah for 23 years, and they also lived in Sunnyside, Carbon County, Utah for a little over two years. They moved to Gunnison, Utah in Dec 1916, where they have resided since.
Mrs., Stubbs has been active in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, She has served as President of the M.I.A. for one year under Bishop E.L. Swalberg. Was first councilor to Jennie Mansfield, in the Relief Society under Bishop Leslie Kidman, and a member of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers, and Relief Society Teacher for forty-years, and belongs to the B.B. Club.
In the past three years she has been able to have her Endowments in the Manti Temple and have Mr. Stubbs married to her, and five of their children sealed to them, three of whom have passed away. She was promised in her Patriarchal blessing if she exercised faith in God that her hearts desire would be granted unto her.
They are parents of seven sons, fourteen grandchildren and one great grandson. Mrs. Stubbs lives alone and is able to do her own work and loves to crochet and do needlework and has also composed several poems, she says it is better to wear out, instead of rust out, she loves her neighbors and friends and thanks God for her health and strength, and is proud of her family.
Fifteen Wedding Anniversary
Fifteen years of toil and strife
Fifteen years of move and bristle since I became your lawful wife.
With four children God has blessed us
One from us was taken small while the other three remaineth
May God's blessings rest o'er all.
May our boys grow strong and sturdy
Honest, forceful and true.
Be a credit to their parents keep this motto always in view:
Honor thy Father and thy Mother.
'Tis one of God's commandments given,
And, dear children, if you obey us you have one great chance for heaven.
As we journey
Thru this stage our called life
May we ever be united
As becomes a man and wife.
As is natural in one's lifetime
We have had our ups and downs
May our future be more cloudless
May there be no cause for frowns.
For this life is one great lesson from beginning unto the end
Always remember to make improvements
And a chance to make amends.
I trust our future may be more prosperous
And our hearts be light and gay.
And as a little family be united when both our hairs are turned to gray.
And when we leave this sphere of action
And our work on earth is done
May our spirits still be united in our Father's presence and his oldest Son.
I said “Come here!” and the baby coward and wept.
I said “Come here,” and he cood and straight to my arms he crept!
