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DANIEL RAY JUDD 1893-1957

Daniel Ray Judd was born in Fredonia, Arizona, on August 23, 1893. He was the third child born to his parents, Ira "M" Judd and Hannah Louise Lewis. His brothers and sisters in the order of their appearance are: Lafe, Vida, Father, Sarah, Parley, Roy, Dale, May, and Opal.

At the age of nineteen, his father Ira and Nancy Ann Norton, fifteen, were married. Ira's father Hyrum Judd, who was Justice of the Peace in Panguitch at that time, performed the marriage February 15, 1875. A daughter, Nancy Rebecca was born to them in Panguitch in the year 1876. Hyrum Judd, his sons and a daughter and their families were all called to help settle Arizona and Ira and Nancy went with them. Nancy gave birth to a second daughter in May of 1880 in Pima, Arizona. The baby died and she nearly lost her life, so Ira took her back to Panguitch so she could be close to her parents.

On the 11th of November 1886 Ira married Hannah Louise Lewis of Panguitch as a plural wife. He was 31 years old and she was 17. This was during the time the polygamy issue came to a head, and to evade the law enforcement officers, Ira sent Hannah to Kanab to live with his Uncle Zadock and family. She worked in homes wherever she could get work to help support herself taking the name Liza and her mother's maiden name of Weeks. She was known as Aunt Liza the remainder of her life.

Two years later (about 1889), Ira moved both his wives to Fredonia, Arizona, a new town three and one_half miles south of the Utah_Arizona state line. It was settled by residents from Kanab. The men with plural wives were not molested in the state of Arizona, so many moved to Fredonia and helped to build the town. Sometime later when Apostle Erastus Snow was attending conference in Kanab, he was asked to give the new town a name. He suggested the name Fredonia or "free doņa" (free woman).

Ira acquired two large lots on the west side of town near Kanab Creek where he built two homes. He brought fruit trees from his farm in Pahreah and soon had an orchard on both places. He also bought land in the field area where he raised feed for his animals, milk cows and horses to farm with.

It was here in Fredonia that Lafe, Vida, Ray and Sarah were born. Vida said she thought those were their parents' happiest days.

They talked of their good neighbors, how they would help each other with no thought of pay. There was no closed season on deer on the Buckskin Mountain, and several men would get together and go with their team and wagon and get 15 or 20 deer and divide with the families who needed meat for winter. They had small homes and no luxuries, but they owned what they had and were a happy, contented people. The ward was organized and a school was started, and the town was growing, as the children came and other families moved in.

Ira loved music and, as a master with the accordion, was welcomed by the dancers. His wife Nancy called for the dancers. They liked the square dances best, though they did dance the round dances and several others like the heel and toe polka and schottische. The quadrille was the dance the Church advised. Later on when the children were old enough to dance, several of the boys (including Ray) would furnish the music with harmonicas. Ray's uncle Dan Judd said, "No waltzing, no swinging around the waist, ladies on one side of the hall and gents on the other; if you broke the rules you quit dancing." They had no dance hall, but they were too poor to buy carpets for their floors, and since they didn't have much furniture, it didn't take long to set it outside to make the largest room (usually the bedroom_living room) available for a good old hoe down.

Then one day when Ray was about three years old, a friend who owned a lovely farm in Idaho came to visit his parents. He painted such a beautiful picture of Idaho that Ira wanted to have one of those farms for himself. Hannah begged him to take Nancy and family first and leave her in Fredonia until he was sure this was what he wanted to do, but he thought it was too far to make two trips by team and wagon; so he sold the homes, stock, and all they couldn't take in two wagons and were soon ready to start. Nancy's daughter Rebecca and Lee Brown were newly weds (married 21 May 1896), and they went along too making nine in all. Vida, who was five at the time, well remembers the trip:

We had a team of gray mares (they looked white to me), and their names were Doll and Bess--Doll, the mother, and Bess, the daughter. Bess was frightened of the train, and when she heard the whistle blow, she would sit down in the harness and bellow like a bull. She would tremble for a long time after it had passed by.

Two babies were born on the trip, a girl to the newly weds [Dezzie born 17 May 1897 in Ogden] and my brother Parley [born December 12, 1896 in Ogden].

We traveled as far as the Teton Basin in Idaho. The winters were cold, and rent on the better homes was high for poor people. There were beautiful farms to be sure, but none to give away. After two years of hardships, sickness and all kinds of trouble, we returned to Fredonia without a home, money or a job. Father decided the trip to Idaho was the biggest mistake he ever made.

Out in the sagebrush flats east of Fredonia stood a one_room, log house about 12 feet x 14 feet. The owner, Joe Carpenter, wanted to move to St. George, Utah, and Ira was able to buy this house for fifty dollars on time payment. He moved Hannah and her five children into this little house and somehow got some lumber to build a small, two_room house for his first wife Nancy, her daughter Becky and her husband Lee Brown. It was not long, however, until Lee and Becky separated.


Vida described the little log house in her history:

"We lived in this little house for six years. Two more boys were born making seven of us living in one room. Father made a trundle bed to slide under another home_made bunk. We pulled it out at night and hid it under the bed in the day. Then there was Father's and mother's bed, a home-made table, wood stove, boards nailed on the wall to be used for a cupboard, a few old chairs which Father had repaired, and a long bench he had made for us to sit on at the table.

There were times we didn't have money to buy kerosene to burn in our lamp, and in this case we would open the end door of the stove and let the light flicker out into the room. Sometimes Mother would make what she called a bitch. This was made of tallow (hard grease) which was not clean enough to use. She would put it in a can and put one end of a braided rag or string in the grease and the other end would hang out, and the grease would soak into the string and burn slowly until it was all burned up. The light was about like a candle makes. I have seen her make candles out of the tallow too. So if we didn't get our lessons before dark, we had a hard time to see by the light we had.

Father made the cups we used too. He would take a tall tin can, cut it in half leaving a strip for the handle. When the top edge was turned down so it was not sharp and the handle bent down to hold on to, we had a nice cup to drink milk from (if we could get the milk). We did have a cow part of the time, but not always. I can remember getting skimmed milk from Aunt Mary Judd, and if there was not quite enough for each to have a cup, a little water would have to be added, then we could have our bread and milk for supper. One time I remember Aunt Mary putting a piece of butter in the milk and how it floated on top of the milk. This was a treat to get a piece of bread with butter on it.

At one time a fellow gave a sack of potatoes to us and how happy we were to get them! Some of the men who worked on Buckskin Mountain would plant a patch of potatoes and put a high pole fence around them to keep the deer out, and the sun and rain would do the rest, and they would harvest a good crop in the fall.

Sometimes Mother would not have enough flour to make biscuits stiff enough to roll and cut, and she would pour the stiff batter in the pan to bake; she called it "drowned the miller." We thought this was the best bread we ever tasted and coaxed her to make it more often. In thinking back over these things, it seems terrible, but we were as happy as any of the kids we knew, and as long as we had a full belly and a place to sleep, what more could we want? I have no recollection of ever going hungry at any time."

Ira worked at the carpenter trade after they returned from Idaho and helped build many of the homes in Fredonia. He was able to make a good living for his families and earned as much as one dollar a day. This undoubtedly was where Ray learned carpentry which he used later in his life to support his family.

There has been some confusion as to the date that Ray was baptized. The Fredonia Ward records give the date as 1 September 1900. This cannot be correct, since he would have been only seven years old then. The date of 1 September 1901 which the family has recorded is probably correct. The exact place of his baptism is not known; however, Vida describes her baptism in a pond made by the irrigation water pouring through a head gate, washing the dirt out, leaving a deep hole. The water was clear when it settled, leaving mud in the bottom.

When Ray was about eight years old (ca. 1901), they were living in his Uncle Asa Judd's old home. Outside, on the north side of the house there was a cellar--a big hole in the ground with a roof over it and a door on one end with steps going down. It had dirt floor, and when it was sprinkled with water, it would keep fairly cool. This is where they kept their milk and butter in the summer time. One day Ray's mother came from the cellar with the milk and asked, "Which one of you kids have been into the milk?" No one seemed to know anything about it. For several days the same thing happened; someone was skimming part of the cream from a pan of milk. Each day she became more puzzled when she couldn't get anyone to plead guilty. Then one day, the problem was solved. She went rushing to the cellar to get some milk for lunch, and can you imagine her surprise when she caught the culprit in the act. There was a big blow snake on the shelf with its neck stretched across the pan of milk, enjoying a meal of nice, sweet cream!

In the early days of Fredonia, the water situation was a real problem. Many times during the hot summer days, the water coming down the creek would sink into the sand before it reached town. The men would take their teams and plows and put it into one furrow. It was very unsanitary to say the least, as herds of cattle watered on it the year round. Quite often one would get stuck in the sand and die before it would be found. A few wells were dug in town, but the water had too much mineral in to be good for drinking, but most of the people used it anyway.

All the water the family used had to be hauled from the creek about a mile away. Barrels were mounted on a sled and pulled by the old gray mares. The older children would haul the drinking water from the nearest well about four blocks away using some smaller barrels or kegs and a small express wagon.

The family didn't have any land or water to raise feed for the milk cow, so Ira would go into the fields after the alfalfa was harvested, and on the ditch banks and places where they couldn't cut, he would cut it with the scythe. The children liked to go to the fields with him and gather the alfalfa into piles and watch their father sharpen the scythe with a steel file. The hard steel made a ringing sound, and Ira would say "Listen, can you hear what it says? Tobacconic, Tobacconic, it will make you well if you are sick; if you are well, it will make you sick--Tobacconic, Tobacconic."

Hannah used to make salt. She would take a large piece of rock salt, the kind put out for the cattle to lick. First she would break it into pieces and put them in large iron kettle. Then she would cover it with water and boil it on the wood stove for hours until the salt was all dissolved. When it was left to cool the dirt would settle to the bottom and the clear water was poured off and put back in the clean kettle and boiled for several more hours until the water had all gone off in steam and left the clear salt crystals in the bottom. It was then spread out in the sun to dry before it was rolled with a wooden rolling pin until it was nice, fine table salt.

Thomas Jensen Sen. a farmer, raised a lot of field corn to fatten his hogs. He would shock it in the barnyard to dry and let Hannah know when it was ready to husk. The children thought the husking bees were great fun. Sometimes when they found an ear of corn that was still soft they would ask if they could have it to roast. They would lay it on the hot stove and turn it around until it was cooked on all sides. The nice, soft inside husks were saved to put in the mattress for their bed. The mattress was made of heavy ticking with an opening in the center to put the husks inside. It was great fun to sleep on the first night when it was big and round and made a crunching sound as they rolled around.

Ray's first four years of school were spent in Fredonia. It wasn't until his second winter in school that he got his first pair of shoes. The first winter he wore someone else's old shoes. To get his first pair of shoes, he traded a colt, which Lafe had given him, to his Uncle Asa who owned a store.

Prior to this time he did not have a coat. When it was too cold to go without a coat, he had to stay home. One day when he was going to school, it was snowing quite hard. As he passed Cass Lewis's house she called him in and gave him an old coat which had at one time belonged to her boy. The coat was much too small, and it was very scratchy, but he wore it anyway, because it was too cold to go without it. This was about his second or third year in school.

He and Vida were coming home from school once, and there was a regular blizzard. Neither of them had coats or overshoes, and they were wet up to their hips. If their Uncle Asa had not called them into his house and warmed them up and dried out their clothes, it is doubtful if they would have made it home before they froze to death.

When Ray was in the second grade he was assigned to give a poem in the assembly program. The teacher's desk was at the end of the room near the door, and he stood by it and began with his little poem: "A little fish way down in the sea, went bobbing about quite merrily. . ." At this point his courage failed him, and he bobbed out through the door.

The school house was one long room and all eight grades were held together. Vida recalls that there were 13 pupils in her class.

The family loved music, but there was no money to buy instruments or pay for music lessons, so they had to be content making their own music by singing. They loved to sing together. Ira would say "If you all have your lessons, how about some singing tonight?" The children were glad to hear that would get their notebooks with the songs written in--school songs, love songs, comic, popular songs, and sacred hymns. All the songs they knew were written down, so they would not forget them. Vida said, ". . . we would sing until we were hoarse."

In July 1903 Rebecca married James Farmer who owned a home in Tropic, Garfield County, Utah. Her mother Nancy couldn't live away from her, and insisted that Ira move both families to Tropic. So, in 1904 when Ray was eleven years old, the family moved to Tropic, Utah, where whey lived for about five years. They lived on the ranch in the summer and in Tropic during the winter months, so the children could go to school.

The ranch they owned was in Georgetown under the East Fork Mountains about twenty miles from Tropic. The ranch itself was about 640 acres. There had, at one time, been as many as seven families living in Georgetown; but because the water there was bad, and many people got goiters, most of them moved away. Knute Mangum's was the only other family when the Judds lived there. While they were there, they raised doggie lambs and accumulated a herd of 500 or 600 head of sheep.

A one-room, frame house with a lean to kitchen served as living quarters for them while they were in Georgetown. Because there was not enough room in the house, the boys had to sleep in a big granary behind the house. Every morning Ray's father would pull a string in the main house which was attached to a bell hanging in the roof of the granary to wake them up.

Ray stayed in Tropic with Becky to go to the fifth and sixth grades. He graduated from the fifth grade and went two winters in the sixth grade. Because he couldn't go all the time, he was behind in the class and older than most of the other students, so he quit school and never finished the sixth grade. The day he quit school, he walked most of the twenty miles to the ranch at Georgetown.

When Rebecca divorced her second husband, James farmer, there was no reason to stay in Georgetown; so in June of 1909, after five years of struggling to survive on a small farm, Ira sold his farm below Tropic and moved back to Fredonia. Rebecca later married her first husband Lee Brown, and they made their home in Fredonia thereafter.

They rented a house for a while, but soon were able to buy the old Hortt home in the north part of town, one of the first to be built in Fredonia. Ira remodeled it, and he lived there until he died.

Fredonia was a small town with only two streets running north and south and three streets running east and west. At that time, the population was about 300 people.

The horse power mill stood on the old Hyrum Church lot in the south end of town. The farmers raised fields of sugar cane, and when it was ripe they would go over it with a large knife and strip off all the leaves and the head or seeds. The stalk was then cut down and hauled into the mill. The mill was turned by several horses walking around in a circle, and the cane was fed into a large hopper in the center and was ground in the hopper until the sweet juice was all squeezed out and caught in containers underneath. It was then poured in large vats with fire under them and was boiled for hours. As it boiled, the vegetable matter came to the top and was skimmed off and thrown away.

When the juice began to thicken someone would yell, "Come and get it!" and a dozen kids would run with a bucket to be filled. Then right away a party was planned, and all gathered to someone's home for a good old molasses candy pull. It was as much fun to stretch it as it was to eat it, almost. Everyone would take a ball and stretch as long as it was warm enough to pull; then it was laid in a long strip to cool until it would break into pieces. Few people could afford to buy sugar, and as molasses and honey were much cheaper, they were the main sweets.

When the family moved back to Fredonia in 1909, Ray was sixteen. He joined the Army, but was only in three months before he was released because of a heart condition which plagued him the rest of his life.

For the next two years, he couldn't find work that was steady, so he raised sheep and cattle on the farm. He tried to save his money so he could go to school, but when he found that his younger sisters and brothers needed shoes and they had to have flour, he would turn over his earnings to his father.

Even though he could not go to school, he always had a desire for learning. When he was 18 years of age he came back from the mountains and went to the Board of Trustees of the school and asked for special permission to attend school. He was granted this privilege and attended school for six months one winter.

He got his first real job herding sheep at 19 or 20. He was gone for nine months, came home for three days for the Fourth of July celebration and then went out again for about six months.

He herded sheep, punched cows and did other odd jobs until he started to work for the Government in November of 1919. He was twenty_six years old at the time, and continued to work there until 1924 when he was 31. For about the first year he helped build trails in the Grand Canyon. The next year he worked as assistant contractor for maintenance of roads and had eight or ten men under him. The remaining three years he served on the ranger force. He and two others were assigned quite a large territory to cover. It was 85 or 90 miles from the station at Bright Angel Point to the west boundary and 20 miles from the station to the east boundary.

On May 26, 1926 he married Lila Steele in the Manti Temple. Shortly after their marriage, they moved to a small farm in Sutherland near Delta.

The former owners of the farm told Ray he wouldn't be able to get along with the fellow across the road, for he was real cross. One day Ray was in desperate need of a piece of machinery, so he ventured over to borrow from his neighbor. The man was very blunt and said that when he was through with the equipment, that he wanted it returned today, not later. Ray was prompt in his use of the machinery, and returned it in as good, if not better, shape than it was in when he borrowed it. They soon became good friends and helped each other in many ways.

From this lesson, he taught his children a fundamental truth about good neighbors: "Anything you borrow should be returned as soon as you are through with it, and in as good, if not better, condition than when you took it; take better care of someone else's property than you would your own."

In 1929 they moved to a farm in Lakeview just outside of Provo, Utah where they lived for the next 12 or 13 years. Ray ran a herd of dairy cows, and delivered his milk house to house in Provo. This, of course, was very hard work for a man with a family of small children--only one boy and four girls. Because of a heart attack in 1940, he had to sell the cows. He tried to keep the farm and raise a little hay and some chickens, but this proved to be too much for his heart also, and didn't bring in enough money to support his family.

About this time the government began to build a large steel plant north of their farm, and Ray decided to sell out and move. In Pleasant Grove he worked on housing projects, etc. when his health would permit. They raised our own fruit and berries and tried to keep lots of chickens. The chickens became diseased, however, and that venture failed. The children were old enough then to earn a lot of their own expenses every year by picking fruit and baby sitting. Ray's health became progressively worse, and he was forced to give up working in 1946 when he had another bad heart attack. He recovered from this attack fairly well, but was never able to work full time again. He did piece work, so that he could work at his own speed and quit when he felt that he was too tired. He did some work on the stake house and the ward chapel.

Compiled in 1991 by Ileen Judd Johnson References:
1. Judd, Daniel Ray. Oral History Transcript. Interview by Ileen Judd. Pleasant Grove, Utah: 1954.
2. Jackson, Sarah Judd. "Biography of Ira 'M' Judd."
3. Bunker, Carlyle. Funeral services for Daniel Ray Judd. Pleasant Grove, Utah: December 27, 1957.
4. Brooksby, Vida Judd. "A Life History of Vida Judd Brooksby."


MY FATHER
Unpublished manuscript by Hilga Judd Frier

My first recollection of my father came about the time I was five years of age. One spring morning as I teetered on a box near the pantry door, Dad called me to come to breakfast. I ignored him and continued to teeter. Upon his second request, I smartly answered, "I won't do it." To my utter amazement, Dad selected an appropriate shingle from behind the stove, and thus instructed me to never use that phrase to him again.

Dad was very busy and had very little time for us children except to discipline us as was needed. He arose early every morning to milk the cows and went to bed before nine at night. Often we children would come in at dusk on a long summer evening to find Dad already asleep in bed.

Long winter evenings were a bit of comfort to us. Dad listened to the radio and would occasionally play games with us. Very often I was sent for a pan of apples which he would peel for all of us with his sharp pocket knife. Even today whenever I peel an apple, I think of a cozy winter evening on the farm, and Dad in his rocking chair by the pot-bellied heater.

Dad was a man of genuine character. He said what he thought, but seldom passed a compliment even if it had been earned. When questioned about a new dress, he would say, "If it suits you, it suits me."

He was very honest and therefore easily skunked on a horse trade. He made many horse trades in an effort to match a pulling team, but finally had to admit defeat and buy a tractor. I don't believe any one was ever able to beat him in a cow trade, for he could always pick the best cow of any herd. Mom often said, "If I had been a cow, I'd have been you Dad's pride and joy, with my long neck, narrow shoulders and broad hips."

Visiting was one of the things that Dad greatly enjoyed. He would load us all in the car on Sunday afternoon, and he would go trading. He loved to talk to people, and often in the summer we visited relatives after church. Uncle Tom was our favorite; he raised watermelons, and we loved to eat them. Jeniel could eat more watermelon than any of us, and Uncle Tom loved to see her eat to her limit. Other visits included those to Uncle Parley's in town, and to some of Mother's cousins.

Dad was a very exacting man, no job was too insignificant for his best. It often seemed to others that he was real slow in his work but each job showed his fine workmanship. "If it isn't worth doing right, don't do it at all." "If you don't intend to do it right, get out and let someone else do it who will do it right." If it didn't fit right, he did it over. He never left a job until he felt satisfied about it within himself.

Dad taught us many of the fundamental principles such as respect for our elders, honesty, and to give a full day's work for our pay. He had worked hard all of his life, and he taught us to be proud of our ability to do a good job. To show disrespect for our mother or to sass was a great sin in his eyes, and we were punished accordingly.

Reading was his favorite pastime. He read whenever he could, and all subjects available. He seldom read novels or cheap literature; he read on all the political issues and current events, history and church works. He was always on a quest for the knowledge he had been unable to attain as a child and a young man. He was eager to learn from anyone, and although he may not have agreed with your views, he always listened.

He died December 23, 1957 while working on the ward chapel. He was happy in his work, and we were glad that he did not have to go back to bed for an extended stay. He had said a few weeks before that he didn't know if he could stand another winter cooped up in the house. He was a good father in his own way, and we are ever grateful for all that he was able to teach us, and for the love he gave us.


EXCERPTS FROM RAY'S FUNERAL SERVICE
December 27, 1957:

Bishop Willis M. Banks:

We as a bishopric felt that it would take about 200 hours per family. About three weeks ago or four weeks ago he had completed approximately 192 hours, and then due to the weather and conditions and so forth he had not come down until one day Brother Jeppson talked to me and said, "Well, Brother Judd came down today and told me that he was going to come again, that he was feeling much better." He worked last Saturday and then again Monday which made 200 hours just almost within the hour. . .It was really a joy to be around Brother Jeppson when Brother Judd just happened to come and work on the building. I might say there's only once that I ever called Brother Judd to work on the building, and that was when Brother Jeppson felt he couldn't get along without him. Oh, you look around and you see little things that he did here, the door just outside, Brother Judd was responsible for that being put in and many little things, the sacrament room, Brother Judd cut the door out in it. Just so many things we could mention. The roof on the north end, I think that Brother Judd probably shingled half of it or more.

Ovid Jeppson:

I have seen him put a floor down in a home I was building, and by the time he'd get through with all the scraps he didn't waste anything. If you have ever put a hardwood floor down, you know how easy it is to go across the floor until you get to the other side. The last six inches there is no place to pry against the wood, you have a plastered wall. It's hard to get the nails in, and in some homes next to the wall you'll see cracks left because it was too hard to put it down right. Just little things like that, Brother Ray Judd took just as much interest in getting the last three boards in the floor just right as he did the first ones. I think that is the place where you find out what kind of an individual we are. Long as everything is going easy, it's not too much trouble to do it right, but when it comes to the tight places in life, some people give up.

I have been with Ray--perhaps you think he didn't come to church much to know whether he had a testimony of the Gospel or not, but I have been with him when the Church has been challenged, and I have just enjoyed being quiet and listening to what he had to say about it. He could hold his own, perhaps not from a scholarly standpoint. I didn't find him arguing with anybody, but in no uncertain terms, he gave several people that I knew of the occasion to understand that as far as he was concerned the gospel of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints was worth while and those that didn't have it were lacking. I don't believe that he went to the trouble of trying to get someone that didn't want to believe to listen, but he didn't let other people trample what he did know about the Gospel; he was able in his way of it let them know how he felt.

Carlyle Bunker:

People liked him, not because
He was rich or known to fame;
He had never won applause
As a star in any game.
His was not a brilliant style,
His was not a forceful way,
But he had a gentle smile
And a kindly word to say.

Never arrogant or proud,
On he went with manner mile;
Never quarrelsome or loud,
Just as simple as a child;
Honest, patient, brave and true;
Thus he lived from day to day
Doing what he found to do
In a cheerful sort of way.

Wasn't one to boast of gold
Or belittle it with sneers,
Didn't change from hot to cold,
Kept his friends throughout the years,
Sort of man you like to meet
Any time or any place.
There was always something sweet
And refreshing in his face.

Sort of man you'd like to be:
Balanced well and truly square;
Patient in adversity,
Generous when his skies were fair.
Never lied to friend or foe,
Never rash in word or deed,
Quick to come and slow to go
In a neighbor's time of need.

Never rose to wealth or fame,
Simply lived, simply died,
But the passing of his name
Left a sorrow, far and wide.
Not for glory he'd attained
Nor for what he had of pelf,
Were the friends that he had gained,
But for what he was himself.

Edgar A. Guest

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Utah Cemetery Inventory, Pleasant Grove Cemetery, Pleasant Grove, Utah. Viewed on Ancestry.com
Name: Judd, Daniel Ray
Birth Date: 23 August 1893
Birth Place: Fredonia, Arizona
Death Date: 23 December 1957
Death Place: Pleasant Grove, Ut
Burial Date: 0 0 0
Cemetery: Pleasant Grove City Cemetery
Source: Sexton Records / Grant
Grave Location: A-19-007-11
Relatives: Father Ira Judd

World War I Draft Registrations, viewed on Ancestry.com
Judd, Daniel Ray
Birth Date: 23 Aug 1894 Ethnicity: W
Birth Place: Fredonia AZ City/County: Coconino
State: AZ

   Research Notes:

1893 BIRTH: AZ, Coconino, Fredonia. Born 23 aug 1893. Fredonia Ward Record: Daniel Ray Judd b. 23 Aug 1893, to Ira Judd and Hannah Louise Lewis, Fredonia. Birth certificate in possession of Lila Steele Judd (now deceased)

1893 BLESSING: AZ, Coconino, Fredonia. Blessed by James Henrie. Fredonia Ward Record: Blessed by James Henrie. Jackson, Sarah Judd, his sister, records blessing was given by Eli Cox.

1901 BAPTISM: AZ, Coconino, Fredonia. Fredonia Ward Record: Daniel Ray Judd bap 18 Dec 1901 by by Asa W. Judd; confirmed 18 Dec 1901 by Edw Carroll, blessed by James Henrie. [CONFLICT: The ward record gives the date as 1 Sep 1900, but this is incorrect as he would have only been 7 years old in 1900. Lila Steele Judd, wife, lists his baptism date as 1 Sep 1901.] IGI: Daniel Ray Judd bap 1 Sep 1900. Fredonia Ward Record, Early: Daniel Ray Judd bap 1 Sep 1900.

1901 CONFIRMATION: AZ, Coconino, Fredonia. Confirmed 1 Sep 1901 by Heber Meeks. [This date and name written in Lila Steele Judd's Book of Remembrance.] Fredonia Ward Record 1900-1930, FHL film 002389: Daniel Ray Judd bap 18 Dec 1901 by Asa W. Judd and confirmed 18 Dec 1901 by Edw Carroll.

1904 RESIDENCE: UT, Garfield, Tropic. Vida Judd Brooksby, older sister: The family moved to Tropic where they lived for six years.

19?? EDUCATION: UT, Garfield, Tropic. Attended fifth grade and went to two winters in the sixth grade in Tropic.

1908 MILITARY: Ray went into the Army when he was about 16 years old and was only in three months before he was released because of a heart condition.

1910 RESIDENCE: AZ, Coconino, Fredonia.
When he was 17 years old the family moved back to Fredonia.

1910 OCCUPATION: AZ, Coconino, Fredonia. Raised sheep and cattle on the farm for two years.

1911 TEACHER: AZ, Coconino, Fredonia. Ordained a teacher 6 Feb 1911 by Asa W. Judd.

19?? CALLINGS: AZ, Coconino, Fredonia. Secretary of Fredonia Ward YMMIA.

1912 OCCUPATION: AZ, Coconino, Fredonia. Worked herding sheep, punched cows and other odd jobs until he started to work for the government in November 1919.

1919 OCCUPATION: AZ, , Grand Canyon. Started work in November 1919 as a Forest Ranger on the rim of the Grand Canyon. He worked there until 1924 when he was 31.

1926 ELDER: UT, Sanpete, Manti. Lila Steele Judd, wife: Ordained an Elder in the Manti Temple the day they were married, 26 May 1926.

1926 MARRIAGE: UT, Sanpete, Manti. Marriage certificate in possession of Lila Steele Judd: Married in the Manti LDS Temple, 26 May 1926 by Lewis Anderson. IGI: Daniel Ray Judd end 26 May 1926.

1926 MARRIAGE: UT, Sanpete, Manti. Marriage Lic 25 May 1926, Fillmore, UT Bk C p. 291.

1926 SEALING_SPOUSE: UT, Sanpete, Manti. Manti Temple records: Sealed to Lila Steele 26 May 1926.

1929 RESIDENCE: UT, Utah, Lakeview (near Provo). Moved to Lakeview and bought a dairy farm.

1929 OCCUPATION: UT, Utah, Lakeview (near Provo. Dairy farmer from 1929 to 1942.

1942 RESIDENCE: UT, Utah, Pleasant Grove. Sold farm and moved to Pleasant Grove. Lived at 690 North 3rd East [now 490 North 3rd East].

1942 OCCUPATION: UT, Utah, Pleasant Grove. Worked for S. Christensen for seven years as a carpenter.

1953 OCCUPATION: UT, Utah, Pleasant Grove. Helped with remodeling of the Pleasant Grove Third Ward building. Project was in process for about three to four years.

1957 DEATH: UT, Utah, Pleasant Grove. Lila Steele Judd: Died 23 Dec 1957 at the Third Ward church while hanging sheet rock. Personal knowledge and family records of Lila Steele Judd.

1957 BURIAL: UT, Utah, Pleasant Grove. Ileen Judd Johnson attended funeral and burial: 27 Dec 1957 in the Pleasant Grove Cemetery.

   Birth Notes:

Lila Steele Judd obtained a delayed birth certificate when they applied for Ray's Social Security.

   Death Notes:

He was working on the renovation of the Pleasant Grove Third Ward when he died.

   Events:

1. LDS Blessing, 1893. ¹³ Fredonia ward record says he was blessed by James Henrie. His sister Sarah Judd Jackson records blessing was given by Eli Cox.

Daniel married Lila STEELE-[37] [MRIN:17], daughter of Mahonri Moriancumer STEELE, Jr.-[65] and Charlotte Moore LE FEVRE-[67], on 26 May 1926 in Manti, Sanpete, Utah, USA.¹ (Lila STEELE-[37] was born on 12 Sep 1904 in Panguitch, Garfield, Utah, USA ^{14 15}, died on 22 Aug 1988 in Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah, USA ¹² and was buried on 26 Aug 1988 in Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah, USA ¹⁶.)

   Marriage Notes:

Married in the LDS Temple in Manti.