Part 4

My Grandpa Stickney had lived in Santaquin all his life.  He was a farmer.  He was a tall man with a sense of humor.  He had a lot of land that he farmed.  He planted a vegetable garden for Grandma and she took care of it, while he had many acres of wheat and oats and hay and pasture ground.  They had trees with every kind of fruit - (apples, peaches, pears, prunes, etc.)  They had cows which had to be taken care of.  After the milking, the girls in the family had to herd the cows to pasture for the day, and bring them home at night for milking.  They also had to feed the pigs, the young calves, the colts.  They had to work from early morning until after dark.  Farm life was a hard, tiring, necessary life.  Everyone in the family had a job to do every day.  Grandpa (Jody, we called him), said one time, "First thing I do when I get up in the morning is sit down and have myself a big long rest."

While Grandpa was still a young man, he married Leatha May Taylor.  Her family was from South Carolina.  Her father had been a soldier during the Civil War.  He had been severely wounded and left on the battlefield for dead.  He had crawled on his stomach and knees for many days, eating out of garbage cans and horse troughs and wherever he found anything at all edible.  He just barely kept himself alive until the war was over.  Then he brought his family to Utah, and settled in Payson.  I saw him once.  He was sitting in an arm chair with both hands closed over a cane that he held up in front of him.  He had an abundance of snow white hair, both on his head and his chin.  His beard hung nearly to his stomach, and it was combed and slightly curly.  His mustache was neatly trimmed and when he smiled his white teeth could be seen.  His wife, my great-grandma, stood behind his chair with her hand on the back of it.  She was a very stern, unhappy looking woman with white hair.  She was very thin and cross looking.  Her very hard life showed on her face.  She was my great-grandmother.  Her daughter, Leatha May Taylor was my grandmother.  She married Joseph Stickney and they lived in Santaquin, Utah.

Part 3

Grandpa told us about an accident that happened to his father during the days that this little settlement was trying to survive.  His father and another settler had up their horses and gone up Santaquin Canyon to get a load of logs for winter.  They cut down trees, trimmed off the smaller branches, and loaded the logs on their wagon and set out for home.  The road was not very wide, and the canyon walls were tall and steep.  Halfway down, out of the canyon,  a snowslide came down, burying horses and wagon and both men.  It was impossible to get them out until the snow melted enough so they could clear off the roads, and that didn't happen until spring.

Part 2

One day as Grandma was home alone (because Grandpa was working somewhere in his fields), she heard a noise outside the house, and before she could get to the door to open it, two burly, half naked Indians burst open the door and stood glaring at her.  Grandma had just baked a batch of bread and had barely taken it out of the oven and placed it on the kitchen table.  She was frightened but she grabbed two loaves of the hot bread and handed each Indian a loaf.  They looked at her in astonishment for a few minutes and then left.  Later she told Grandpa that it was better to feed them than try to outwit them.

Times were not easy for these early pioneers, and they were a united and brave bunch of settlers.

(She is in the picture that I posted last week.  She and the her husband are the old people in the front of the picture.  I'm most anxious that you see who the stories are about).

Grandpa Stickney

(This post is in the words of Birdean Fotheringham Duke, taken from her own writings.  It is rather lengthy.  Therfore, I will post it in parts.  Today is part 1).

My grandpa Stickney was a farmer.  He lived in Santaquin, Utah.  He lived there all his life.  His name was Joseph.  His mother (I think her name was Julia) was the post office operator.  He met and married Leatha May Taylor and they lived in Santaquin all their married lives.

Grandma's family came from South Carolina.  Her father had fought and been wounded in the Civil War, and when they came west they settled in Payson, Utah.  I saw this grandpa only once.  He was sitting in a chair and I stood and gazed at him.  He had an abundance of snow white hair and a long white beard.  This grandma stood by his side, very sober faced, and just looked at me and my mother.  I was not very old, but I can still recall how unhappy she looked.

My grandma (Leatha Taylor) was a short, stout, heavy set lady, while Grandpa was tall and thin.  Grandpa had a sly sense of humor.or, while Grandma was a very sober faced, demanding woman.

Grandpa used to tell us stories about Santaquin, and about how Santaquin got it's name.  He told us (his grandchildren) about an Indian encampment that used to be up the canyon, somewhere above the town.  The Indians seemed to be peaceful enough, and they were occasionally down in the town, so the people got used to seeing them.

Then one night, Chief Santaquin crawled on his hands and knees out of his encampment until he was out of sight of the Indians, and ran to the settlement and alerted the white settlers that the Indians were on the warpath.  When the Indians arrived in town, the town's people were armed and grouped, awaiting their arrival.  A massacre was averted and the town was saved.  The settlers were so grateful that their town, and the people were still there and all right, that they named the town after this brave and courageous Indian - thus Santaquin was now a town with an Indian name.

Grandpa Stickney

(This post is in the words of Birdean Fotheringham Duke, taken from her own writings.  It is rather lengthy.  Therfore, I will post it in parts.  Today is part 1).

My grandpa Stickney was a farmer.  He lived in Santaquin, Utah.  He lived there all his life.  His name was Joseph.  His mother (I think her name was Julia) was the post office operator.  He met and married Leatha May Taylor and they lived in Santaquin all their married lives.

Grandma's family came from South Carolina.  Her father had fought and been wounded in the Civil War, and when they came west they settled in Payson, Utah.  I saw this grandpa only once.  He was sitting in a chair and I stood and gazed at him.  He had an abundance of snow white hair and a long white beard.  This grandma stood by his side, very sober faced, and just looked at me and my mother.  I was not very old, but I can still recall how unhappy she looked.

My grandma (Leatha Taylor) was a short, stout, heavy set lady, while Grandpa was tall and thin.  Grandpa had a sly sense of humor.or, while Grandma was a very sober faced, demanding woman.

Grandpa used to tell us stories about Santaquin, and about how Santaquin got it's name.  He told us (his grandchildren) about an Indian encampment that used to be up the canyon, somewhere above the town.  The Indians seemed to be peaceful enough, and they were occasionally down in the town, so the people got used to seeing them.

Then one night, Chief Santaquin crawled on his hands and knees out of his encampment until he was out of sight of the Indians, and ran to the settlement and alerted the white settlers that the Indians were on the warpath.  When the Indians arrived in town, the town's people were armed and grouped, awaiting their arrival.  A massacre was averted and the town was saved.  The settlers were so grateful that their town, and the people were still there and all right, that they named the town after this brave and courageous Indian - thus Santaquin was now a town with an Indian name.

Who is this?

Did you know that when Grandpa Don and his family lived in Magna, he used to jump off the top of the barn, turn a somersault, and land in the hay.
While ice skating on the canal that cut through a farmer's land, the farmer shot him and his friends with a twelve gauge shot gun.  They were hit, and dug BBs out of each other.
 He also went wading in a swamp and cut his foot on a bottle.

DID YOU KNOW . . . Here is an excerpt from Grandma Birdean's history:
When I was a small girl and we were living in Eureka, Dad and Mother liked to take an outing with all the children, and I remember one time they took us up Provo canyon.  It had been a long, hot ride for all of us so Dad stopped the Buick by the side of the river where the river was quite deep, got out of the car, walked to the river's edge and dove into the water, clothes and all.  His hat flew off and he cut his head on the sharp stones in the river bottom.  He was bleeding quite badly when he was able to get out of there, and I remember how white his face looked.  We were not able to get him down out of the canyon to a Dr. because Mother couldn't drive, so we just sat in the grass by the river until he got his bearings, and the wound had stopped bleeding.  He washed it off with cold water and it wasn't long before he said, "let's be on our way."  He
was a tough old bird.

DO YOU KNOW . . . who this is?


Here is a quick story for you.
DID YOU KNOW . . . that I took a shovel to the garden yesterday to see if the carrots I left in the ground last fall survived.  I couldn't figure out what all the odd size holes were that were up and down the row where the carrots were. . . until I dug and found nothing . . . then noticed deer droppings up and down the row.  Bon Apetite little deer.

DID YOU KNOW. . . that the following is a direct quote from Grandma Birdean's history?
"I have just recalled something that happened years ago when I was about 12 years old.  Grandma (Elvira) Fotheringham was living with our family.  She told us stories about the living and dead.  One night, she said she was wandering somewhere within heaven, just walking and looking around, when she came upon a house being built.  She stopped and asked some workman whose house it was.  He told her that William Fotheringham was building it for his wife.  It was made known to her that she had to remain on earth until the house was completed.

Two posts today.

DID YOU KNOW . . . that your fourth great grandfather, William Fotheringham, was the first in his family to join the church?  He came to America after joining the church.
He was called from the pulpit to serve a mission to India.  He and sixteen other Elders were called at the same time,  They were the very first missionaries ever to go to India.  The book "Nothing More Heroic," by R. Lanier Britsch tells about that experience and Grandfather's journal was one of the journals used to write it.


DID YOU KNOW . . . that Aunt Donetta/Mom has a terrible phobia about mice.  It came from Aunt Fay putting her to bed when she was babysitting her, when she was very little.  Aunt Faye would tell Donetta that if she got out of bed the mice would bite her feet.  That terrified her so baldly that she never got over it.

Now, fast-forward to this week.  Donetta was working in the yard when a mouse came out of the bushes.  She wanted no part of having a mouse near her house, so she picked up a stick and prodded it out to the street.  Then she guided it with her stick down the walk toward the end of the street and beginning of the mountain.  As she was guiding it down the street, some kids came out of their house to watch, and asked her if she was out walking her mouse.  How I would LOVE to have a picture of that!😂

DID YOU KNOW  Grandma Birdean and her cousin Helen Sticney were graduating from high school.  Helen's mother, Aunt Ruby sent grandma a real pink rose.  It was so thoughtful and grandma loved it.  Grandma's parents didn't go to the graduation.  They were moving to Spring Lake.  She stayed that night at her friend, Sylvia's house, and the next day tried to find her way home (wherever that was.)

She found a bus leaving for Spring Lake and got on it, hoping she could find out where she lived.  When she got to Spring Lake, she started to get off the bus, when a girl took hold of her arm and said,"stay on the bus.  I'll show you where to get off."  When the bus stopped on the street where the girl, Helen Carter lived, they got off.  Helen took her to grandma's new home.  That was the beginning of a friendship that lasted for many years.

Helen's father was named Warren Carter.  He and grandma's mother were sweethearts when they were young.  They wanted to get married, but their parents objected.  Warren's family had already picked out his mate (whom he married.)

DID YOU KNOW . . . that your great grandfather, Otto Fotheringham, was with Louisa Wilhelmina Yorgenson, after your great grandmother died in a car accident.  Louise had a raccoon that she kept on the back porch in a wooden cage.  Raccoons wash everything before they eat it.  We loved watching the raccoon wash whatever was given to it before eating.  Aunt Faye thought it was really funny to give the raccoon a cube of sugar and watch it wash it until the sugar was gone, and the raccoon was confused.  Faye would keep giving it sugar cubes and laughing.

Did you know how your grandparents met

DID YOU KNOW. . . that your grandpa Larry was a refrigeration man?  He installed and fixed refrigeration equipment.
When I met him, I was working at the snack bar at Regal's Bowling alley just across the street from Provo High School.  He came in to fix our pie case.  We would talk whenever he came in.  One day he said, "Do you belong to anyone from the Gent's Car Club?"  When I said, "No", he asked me to go out with him.

Today I will share a story about my children.
DID YOU KNOW . . . that Stacy, Casey, and Carrie Hopkin, found a unique game that they enjoyed playing?  They would ride a sleeping bag down the basement stairs.  They began on top of the sleeping bag, but decided it was scarier to get inside and ride it down.  They called it "The White Knuckle Express."  By the way, it ended up by Casey breaking his foot. (One of the times he broke it.)

DID YOU KNOW . . . Grandma Birdean had an older brother named Don?
Don didn't care for Jr. High school very much, and he'd cut class whenever he could.  He rode a buckskin horse that was beautiful.  One day during school, he went riding up to the classroom on his horse, where grandma was.  He made the horse rear up on his hind legs, outside the window.  Don would wave his cowboy hat and give a war whoop.  Of course this disturbed the class, so the teacher would go out after him.  Don galloped away before the teacher could catch him, then returned to repeat his performance again and again.  Next day he spent time in the principal's office.

William Fotheringham was one of the early pioneers of Lehi. He stayed here until Brigham Young called him to settle Beaver. Lehi men were callled to settle much of the settlements of Utah and Idaho. He wrote this about coming to "Dry Creek"

I learned from Brother Pugmire that a few families were going down to Dry Creek 30 miles south of Salt Lake City in Utah Valley to make a settlement. I concluded to go there a take up a farm. When we arrived, there were only six families camped on the ground. I was flag man in getting the land surveyed that is now known as Lehi. My father and self put up a little hay which was growing on the margin of the Utah lake and also built a cabin. We secured 40 acres of farm land and 20 acres of meadows. This land was an average of any land in the survey.

DID YOU KNOW that Grandpa Otto lost his father when he was quite young.  His mother raised several children, and Grandpa Otto was a bit wild.  He would leave school and go to a lake that was in Lehi, go out to the middle of the lake and sit there until school was over.  The principal of the school would go to the lake to bring him back to school.  He would shout at Grandpa Otto from the bank and would get really angry, but Grandpa stayed right in the middle of the lake and ignored him.

Here is a winter story for you . . .
DID YOU KNOW that one of your great-grandfather's (I don't remember which one, but is on my mother's side of the family) was hauling logs from the canyon when an avalanche came down and covered him and his horse and wagon.  No one could retrieve him and his horse until spring because of the avalanche.  When they could get in to get his body out, they found that the avalanche had hit so fast the the horse was frozen, standing up.
Your turn.  What's happening in your life?

Good morning my loves,

I've been sitting here watching the deer press their noses against the sun room door to let me know they want some apples.  It's hard to concentrate when they do that.

DID YOU KNOW that when grandma and grandpa got married, Grandma Fotheringham ran out to the car and put a quilt she had made in grandma Birdean's arms.

 Grandma and Grandpa didn't have anything in which to start their life together, so the quilt was very welcome.

Grandma and Grandpa were so poor that they used wooden apple crates for their table and chairs.

That's it for today kids.  Your turn to share.

Quail

We have a whole covey of quail  (10 to be exact) living in our backyard. I love bird watching, but quail are particularly funny to watch. Thought I would share. xD

Happy New Year

Hi Everyone!  Happy New Year!!!

Years ago I set up this blog and somewhere along the way it just faded away and I forgot about it.  When we created the Family Cookbook, I thought it would be fun to create a place where we can all share information, tell what our families are doing, share thoughts and experiences, share new recipes to go in the family cookbook, and continue on with the DID YOU KNOW . . . paragraphs of family historical experiences.  I would like for any and all of us to use this blog to share anything you want.
With that thought in mind, I would like to share with all of you something that concerns Grandma and Grandpa Duke

DID YOU KNOW . . . that Grandpa Duke proposed to Grandma on top of Bridal Veil Falls.

Now it's your turn to add your experiences, recipes, or anything else you would like.

I love you all eternally!