STEELE, Frances Fern-[69] ^{2 3 4 5}

   Ancestral File Number: 1P3V-B3.

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FRANCES FERN STEELE HENRIE
Written by herself in 1963 for the book, “Memoirs of Mahonri Moriancumer Steele.”

During my lifetime there have been the horse and buggy days, the first automobile (which was the Model T Ford) and the airplanes. In fact, there have been many changes.

When we were first married, we lived in Panguitch, Utah until our first baby girl was born. When Myrtle was nine months old, we moved to Delta, Utah. Here we went through all the hardships of a new country. We lived in Delta for 14 years; then we moved back to Panguitch and have stayed here up to the present time. Myrtle lives in Salt Lake, Mildred in Elsinore. Don, Steele and Keith all live in Panguitch on the same block as we live on. Our family has always been very close to each other. In fact, some people say we live the United Order (but that’s not so).

Most of our family sings in the choir. We all like to sing and have some good little singers in our grandchildren. The Christmas party at our house is the jolliest time of the year. You should hear the grandchildren sing! We have 26 grandchildren and five great-grandchildren at present. We have two grandsons, Fondd Christensen and Ronald LeMmon on missions for the Church. Edgar and I have served as stake missionaries. We have served in every organization of the Church. Ed has been a good farmer and salesman, and I’ve tried to be a good housewife. We are getting ast the age where the steps are getting steeper, things look farther away, and people just go around whispering all the time.



A TRIBUTE TO MY SISTER FERN
by Abigail S. Prestwich, 1971

The best tribute I can pay to Fern is remembering the wonderful friendship and adventures we shared together while at home before we parted into marriage. About the first episode of life I remember is the time Fern had typhoid fever when around ten years old. She was very ill, running an extreme temperature and nearly losing all of her hair. We lived in Panguitch. Many trips I made downstairs in the dark for water to give her a drink each night she was ill. She was given many cold baths, which I couldn’t understand, to reduce her fever. After she recovered, to make her feel better, after nearly losing all her hair, we curled it very tight to her head. We had our picture taken, me with my long ringlets and her with her short, scant fuzzy locks. She resented my long hair.

I remember she had a real good voice and sang in all (or most all) of the cantatas at school. The themes for the cantatas were usually taken from the Bible. One I remember is when she sang about Naomi. I was so envious because I couldn’t sing like her. She had much self-confidence.

One time on the East Fork Ranch, when she was staying with us kids while Mother had gone to Tropic for fruit or food, she and Aunt Zephyr locked horns. Fay and Flora got into a fight. Aunt Zephyr came out and put Flora on top of Fay, then Fern came out and Put Fay on top of Flora, defying Aunt Zephyr. As the situation got more explosive, Mother appeared on the horizon with her goods dangling at the horse’s sides. We kids were all afraid of Aunt Zephyr because of her bad temper, but not Fern. She let her know what was what.

Grandmother Steele requested that one of us girls (“‘cause Lottie you have so many girls”) come and stay with her to help her. Fern was chosen because she was the oldest, but she didn’t stay long. Grandfather said, “She is too sassy,” so I went. He didn’t like a “know it all.”

Around 1914 the family came to Murdock Academy in Beaver from Panguitch. We girls were there for a while alone before Mother and Dad arrived. I remember the time when a group of us were gathered at our place singing. LaPrelle McKnight played the piano. When Principal Erickson accused us of entertaining boyfriends who were smoking, Fern stood up to him and let him know that ours was clean and wholesome entertainment and nothing else. Fern was great for setting people right.

IT was here at Murdock Academy that basketball was the thing. Even the girls played in their mini blouses with sailor collars and the pantaloons with elastic at the bottom. Fern played as forward and I played as guard. When Cedar came to play, we decided we were going to win. Eva Mitchell was on Cedar’s team. Old Eva grabbed me by the hair, so I grabbed back. Fern hollered, “hold her, hold her!” I did until Fern made the basket. We won the game. Word got around what a rough bunch we were, so the next game there was a big audience.

While we were in Beaver, after Itha was born to Mother, Principal Erickson and his wife came to visit Mother. Unknown to me, Fern had decided to use the pot instead of making the long trip to the “out house.” I invited the Principal and his wife in. There was Fern perched on the pot. She quickly spread her skirts out around the pot and her. They visited for over a half hour. Boy, did I get my ears boxed when they left, with an explanation that she would have a lifetime ring around her bottom.

When we moved from Beaver to Delta, Fern and I came along in the second wagon with the kids and bedding while the more important people and furniture was in the first wagon. Our very coveted and beautiful full-length mirror was in the first wagon standing erect ast the back wrapped in a built. I was driver of the second wagon, but Fern was very much the “trail boss.” When we were in view of Delta, I became very indignant. What a crummy little town, and how stupid we all looked. I refused to drive into town. Fern command Harold to drive, “‘cause Abbie is too dammed proud.” Harold was mad. He whipped the team and we started up fast. Without any warning, the first wagon had stopped in the train, and Harold plunged the wagon tongue through our elegant mirror as he jerked the horses to a halt. I turned to him and said, “Now look what you have done. That means seven years bad luck for us.”

It was after we moved to Delta that our loyalty to Murdock Academy showed up. When Murdock came to play Hinckley, Fern and I were at the game to cheer Murdock on. We sang the Murdock school song, and Fern yelled stronger, longer and with more success than any other fan in the building. She was almost out on the floor with the players. After the game Coach Knapp came up to Fern, put his arm around her and thanked her for helping win the game. Fern was always enthusiastic with life and action.

In fun, Fern found a postcard showing a girl and boy parting. She laughed and said, “I’ll send this to Ed Henrie.” He was the brother of her dear friend Myra Henrie, and he was always playing jokes on her, so she wrote on the card,

“How would it be
If this were you and me
Running away to Salt Lake
To be married in the Temple.”

We dared her to sent it, and she did. It wasn’t long afterwards, perhaps a few exchange of letters, until a proposal of marriage came from old Ed. She set the proposal letter on the piano and Harold got it and read it and laughed and laughed and laughed. He spread the news and everyone was laughing except Fern. She was crying. Father got after Harold for reading someone else’s mail. Anyway, it wasn’t long until we started making quilts and a white dress for Fern to be married in. Ed came with his mother from Pangui5tch, and Ed, Fern, and his mother went to Salt Lake City where they were married in the temple.
They went to Panguitch for a while to live, then Ed came to Delta and got a farm near the river.

I remember the time Fern came home with her things after some kind of misunderstanding with Ed. Mother picked up her things and masrched her back telling them to patch up their difficulties. Ed always sang Mother’s praises from then on.

Fern seemed to have bad health during her life. I can r3emember her lying in bed pale and without energy. Us girls took turns staying with her to help.

Since parting into marriage, Fern and I visited from time to time, but our rich girlhood friendship ended. The last time I saw her we talked, remembering the girlhood days of yesteryears past. When I went to leave, she grabbed my arm and said, “Don’t go! Stay with me forever.”

Fern, Fern! How my heart yearns
To sit and have a little chat
About this and that.
But that can’t be for a while
So I’ll have to meet life head on with a smile.
We will be a visiting pair
When I get there.



MEMORIES OF SISTER FERN
by Lila Steele Judd, September 18, 1972

My earliest recollection of my sister Fern go back to the time we lived on the Mitchell Ranch. I remember one morning early of waking up to find myself in a wagon going toward the Cheese Factory on the hill. Seems that Mother was away from home, and during the night a flood came down the Creek and we were forced to leave the house. Father was driving the horses and I was snuggled in Fern’s lap. I felt rather secure since Fern often took charge of the family while Mother was away.

Fern being the oldest girl in the family took the reins in her hands every once in a while. For instance, I was forced, by Fern, to have my hair washed every week. Now when you get to talking about hair, you are touching upon a very touchy subject. My hair was long, I doubt if it had ever been cut, it was red, or golden as Mother called it, but my brother Harold preferred to call it sorrel. It was straight, fine and SNARLEY. I remember the long house of sitting on the table in front of the window so the sun could shine on me while it dried. Then came the ordeal of having it combed. This was something else. I would duck my head until Fern would whack me on the head with the comb and tell me to “stop sucking your knees.” This happened about twice a week, and in the meantime I managed to store up a real flood of tears for each occasion.

I loved to watch the big girls as they cut capers with the hired men on the ranch. Quite often their capers would end up in a water fight, and boy, that was exciting. I remember one time the string on Fern’s petticoat broke, and much to Abbie’s embarrassment, she kicked it aside and went on with the fight.

The winter we spent in Beaver while the girls went to school was SOMETHING ELSE. Father moved Fern, Abbie, Harold, Doyle, Fay and I to Beaver first. Seems like somehow he forgot to leave us much money, and supplies ran low. So Fern bought a bushel of plums and made them into jam, and we ate grad and jam, and jam and bread, until the folks got there.
The girls starred in basketball while at school. Fern was sure a scraper and if she started after the ball, everyone else would drop the ball and run. I loved to watch these games.

I enjoyed the trip from Beaver to Delta. Fern was our teamster, body guard, cook and BOSS. Abbie was much too shy to assert herself.

Shortly after we arrived in Delta, Fern became engaged to Ed Henrie and she married and moved to Panguitch. I remember going over to Panguitch with Mother when their first child Myrtle was born. I remember all the little trinkets Fern had in her house and I still remember the same trinkets in her house when she died. She never wasted anything and took very good care of what she had.

When Fern and Ed moved to Delta I visited them real often, helped them haul hay and did the chores for Fern when Ed when on his wood-hauling trips. I remember her hot bread and honey, cookies, cakes, and candies, which such a large family as ours couldn’t afford.

It was at Fern’s house that I first met my husband. She chaperoned our courtship and recommended that I marry him. I have her to thank, or blame, for whatever success or failure I have made of it.

IN LOVING REMEMBRANCE OF FERN.

LILA



MEMORIES OF MY LIFE WITH MY SISTER FERN
By Wanda Steele Cox, 1972

I was three years old when my sister Fern was married, so I have no recollection of her as a girl at home. I never remember Fern without Ed by her side. They were a great team and supported each other in all their endeavors. They worked hard, played hard and had many good times with their family and friends. I think as I relate the many things we did together while I lived in their home, it would help you to know just what wonderful people they were.

My earliest memories go back to when they lived on the Michael Lloyd farm in Sutherland, Utah. This farm was a very nice one with many nice buildings for the animals and a lovely five-room house with a screened-in front porch. The mosquitoes and flies were bad in Sutherland, so this screened-in front porch was a real pleasure in the summertime. There were quite a few trees, and I especially remember the two mulberry trees. There was one with dark fruit on and one with white. They were messy trees to have around because the fruit was very sweet and the flies were bad around them, but how we enjoyed the fruit. Fern and Ed always raised a good garden. They had a little of everything; fruit trees, current bushes, gooseberry bushes and raspberries, as good variety of vegetables and rhubarb. Corn on the cob was my favorite.

Ed planted many acres of corn, and we had great canning bees. Many were the hours spent in harvesting corn. W3e got up early in the morning and picked it. My job at first was to walk alongside of Fern or Ed and carry the corn as it was picked into baskets and tubs. Then these were empties into the bed of the wagon, and when it was heaping full, it was taken by a team of horses to the corrals where we removed the outside covering of leaves called the husks from the cob ov corn. The cows and horses enjoyed the fresh corn husks and the pigs the cob after the corn was cut off. The cobs of corn were then hauled to the house where it was silked and washed and the corn cut from the cob. This lovely corn was then put on the stove and brought to a boil in water and then put into glass bottles and salted and sealed and boiled in he large boiler for two or three hours. We had no racks to set the bottles in as they do nowadays. Clean rags were packed around the bottles to keep them from hitting together as they boiled.

If we planned to dry the corn it was heated in the oven until the milk was s et and then spread on a sheet of cloth in the sun to dry. It was always a problem to keep the flies away from the corn, and it was covered with cheesecloth. Later Ed got the idea of laying it on large screen doors and covering it with another screen door, and these were laid on two saw horses. After a couple of days in the hot summer sun, it was dry enough to be put in cloth sacks and hung on the clothesline for several days to completely dry. Every hour or so we would go and shake the sack to the corn would dry evenly. While the corn was on we were allowed to eat all we wanted, and I remember eating four or five large ears of corn at a meal. I also remember the trail to the little “out house” was kept hot during this time, ut even the discomfort of this did not curb our enjoyment of eating fresh corn on the cob. Fern’s homemade butter made it a little bit of heaven.

Speaking of butter, Ed and Fern always milked six or more head of cows and the milk was put through a separator. This was quite a process, and as I was young and strong, I turned the crank. It had to be turned about the right speed or it would not separate all the c ream from the milk. One of the benefits was to hold your glass under the cream spout to finish filling it. How I loved fresh, warm milk right from the cow. We churned the cream into butter and fed the separated milk to the calves and pigs. We always saved some milk out before it went through the separator for us to drink and use in cooking.

Fern suffered with hay fever and asthma most of her life. The Lloyd farm was about a quarter of a mile from the reservoir of the Sevier River, which was a fairly large body of water at that time. THIS quarter of a mile was covered with sage brush which gave off a very potent aroma, especially in the evening and early morning. This was death to anyone suffering from asthma. Fern was very sick and never lay down to sleep and often never closed her eyes all night, but fought for every breath she drew as long as the sagebrush had leaves on from early spring to late fall. Needless to say, she was not well and needed help to raise her small, growing family. I was about ten years old, and as Mother had a large family at home with hired men to cook for, she was very busy. Lila and Fay were in their teens and of much more help than I, and of course had a few boyfriends. The younger, little sisters were always getting into trouble, so Mother let me go help Fern. Steele was a baby, and I carried him on one hip and went all over doing what I could to help and also getting my share of play in.

Fern was well organized in her work and liked things done right. She taught me how to do many things which I enjoyed, although I gave her some static at times. Because the dust from the flour gave her asthma, she could not mix bread until it was in dough form. Ed bought a bread mixer. This was a large bucket which clamped on the table and had a hook which hung from the lid and was turned around by a crank. My job was to put all the flour in, then the wet ingredients, and crank this until the flour was mixed in. Fern could take it from then on and make it into loaves and bake it. I soon learned to do the complete process, and was I ever proud of my bread. I still love to make bread. Fern and Ed made me feel so important over every accomplishment.

Every week had its regular work. I remember washday. Fern had a Maytag washer with a wooden tub and wringer. It was run by pushing a lever back and forth to turn the dolly in the tub. It was my job to push the lever back and forth. Back and forth was one stroke. We counted the strokes very faithfully so as not to turn them longer than necessary. A nice warm suds was put in the tub, and all the clothes were put through this suds , then brought to a boil in the large copper boiler on the stove, then all were put through another suds in the swashing machine. The underclothes and heavily-soiled clothes were scrubbed on the board between the boil and second suds, then they were rinsed through two waters, the last one having bluing in it, and put on the line to dry. I remember the fine clothes got 100 strokes, and the rest more depending on how dirty they were. The soap was homemade, and it had to be chopped up and melted in some hot water on the stove before it was put in the washing machine. The colored clothes were st arched after they had gone through the bluing rinse water. I usually hung them on the line, and was I every proud of that beautiful white wash. Because water was hard to get and had to be pumped by hand, we always mopped the kitchen and washroom floors with the last suds before it was put on the row of flowers by the back fence. In cold weather, the clothes would freeze stiff before we could get them on the line, and so would my fingers. By night they were usually dry, but if not, they were brought in and hung over the furniture until they were dry and the ironing folded down.

The next day w3e did the ironing. The flat irons were heated on the stove. We had a variety. Some were those old cast irons with handles of the same material, and some were the more modern with wooden handles, but all were heavy. It took a fairly hot fire to keep them hot, so ironing was a hot day, especially in the summertime. As the clothes were ironed, anything that needed mending was put in one place and mended before it was put a way. The Sunday pants of the male members of the family were always pressed in readiness for Sunday.

Two other jobs which were weekly were to wipe off the shelves of the cupboards and polish the glass doors on the cupboards. The other was to clean and polish the stoves. A brush was dipped in whipped egg white then rubbed over the underneath part of the back plate of the range, which was covered with soot. This made an excellent polish for the wrought iron parts of the stoves, and when dry, it was shined with newspaper until you could see your face in it. The chrome parts were washed and polished with as towel.

Ed was always trying to fix things to make it easier on Fern. The well which drew water by pumping it by hand was about a city block a way on a sandy hill. Ed built a pump house around it. He fixed a fifty gallon wooden barrel up on a platform and run pipes from it down the hill to the house. At first it came out in a tap outside the house, but later he got it put into the house and we had a sink. The waste water had to run out into a bucket which had to be empties often. It was my job, with the help of Myrtle and Mildred to see that this barrel was full of water before we went to school each morning. This was accomplished by pumping as bucketful and carrying it up the three steps and emptying it into the barrel. Those buckets were heavy. We had them counted as to how many it took to fill it. I don’t remember how many now, but I remember we counted them, and if it wasn’t quite full, that didn’t matter, we had done our part.

We also had to pump a trough full of water for the cattle to drink out of. They came and put their heads through a hole in the wall and drank from the trough. Usually two could drink at a time. Some drank more than others. There was one old cow we hated to see come, as it took considerably more to satisfy her than the others. I remember the honey bees Ed bought knew when the fresh water was being pumped, and they came in a swarm. The cattle knew enough to let them have first dip at the trough. After all the animals had left, we had to leave the trough full of water for the day.

Ed was a good provider and Fern a careful, frugal person who took good care of what came into the home and made it last as long as possible. Fern and Ed made a game out of work, and many a job was speeded up by competition between the men and women of the family. As we hoed the long rows of corn, potatoes and sugar beets, Ed always managed to reach over and help those who were lagging, so we could all keep together. When fall came and things were harvested, it was a beautiful sight to see all the bottles full, flour and wheat in the bins, meat bottled and cured and potatoes, carrots, turnips, parsnips, etc. in the cellar. Each evening we always brought up a milk pan of apples to eat as we studied or did sewing or just visited around the heater. Fern had to have all her teeth pulled and had trouble getting dentures to fit, so she ate many a meal without teeth. She loved her raw apples, so she took a knife and scraped the apple to a pulp and ate it. She couldn’t eat the skins but managed to get most of the apple.

Fern always taught a Sunday School and Primary class. She was an excellent story teller, and as she prepared her stories for her classes or read many to find just the right one, we all enjoyed them. The Children’s Friend magazine was our favorite. It usually had a continued story in which we all looked forward to each month. We sang songs every night. Fern and Ed sang alto and base. The rest of us sang the lead, and it sounded great.

In the winter when the reservoir froze over, the men would saw large blocks of ice out and store them in straw under the machine shed, so we could have ice cream for the Fourth of July. That was about as long as we could keep it. We had plenty of milk, eggs and cream. The ice cream nowadays doesn’t taste a thing like it. It was served in large cereal bowls and heaped high. We often had eating contests, and I remember just once eating more ice cream than Ed.

In the summertime we went swimming in the reservoir. This was bun, but very dangerous as the reservoir was the end of the Sevier River, and it had sink holes in it. We youngsters were never allowed to go swimming alone.

The large red barn housed the hay crop as well as the place where the cows came to be fed and milked. The hay was put into the barn with a large fork through a hole up near the rafters. We children helped with the hay hauling. We rode on the load, and as the men pitched the hay from the ground to the wagon, we tromped it so that it made a good, solid load that would fork off better. When they took it to the barn, I had to ride the horse that pulled the large derrick fork of hay to the hole in the barn. This was quite a process. The hay was lifted from the wagon with a large derrick fork which came down onto the load and the big tines of the fork clamped onto a big bunch of hay. The fork was lifted up by a pulley to the top of the barn where it struck as track and went into the barn. When it reached the place where the stacker wanted it, a rope was pulled to trip the fork and let the day drop. My job was to ride the horse as it pulled the derrick fork up to be dumped. Fern always worried about us as we helped with haying, but we felt so important we did not see the danger involved.

Ed bought a two-seated surrey with a fringe on the top. We were as proud as anyone could be as we drove to church. It was black with red wheels and gold fringe on the top. There was a place out back for luggage. This was a fine place for extras to catch a ride, and it was always loaded. In the winter we put a quilt over our lets and a heated brick for our feet to rest on, because it was the open-air variety, but in summer it was delightful to ride in.

We lived about two miles from the school house, so when Myrtle started school, we had to have some means of transportation. The most satisfactory thing proved to be the pony. We had two different horses. One was a black horse we called Nig and the other one was a red horse with a club front foot which we called Don. Don was mean and used to bite us if he didn’t especially want to be rode. We learned to watch him and not push him too far. Old Nig was very gentle and good natures. We just put a loop over his nose and rode him bareback. In the fall for two or three weeks we were stiff and sore, but we soon toughened up and got along fine. When spring came, Old Nig had a place on each side of his back where the hair was worn off to match where our legs had rubbed back and forth as we galloped along. After Mildred started school, we all three rode Old Nig. I sat in front with the book sack hanging from my neck and resting on the horse’s neck and the dinner pail in one hand. Mildred put her hands under my arms to keep them warm, and Myrtle held the whip. Fern made the little girls leggings, but for me she had me wear her long coat which wrapped around my legs and kept me warm. We made the old horse gallop most of the way, and he worked up a sweat. Our stockings and pants would be wet when we got to school. Oh how I hated that.

All families have their ups and downs, and being a normal family we did too. I will never forget the big tussle Ed and I had. I got mad one morning and talked back to Fern. Ed called me down for it, so I went out the kitchen door and slammed it so hard that I broke the glass in the door. Ed told me to come back and clean it up and to apologize to Fern. I refused and said I was going home. Ed said I could go home, but he would take me in the buggy when he got his chores done. I was not about to wait. Mother had moved into Delta, which was five miles away, so it would have been quite a walk. I started down the lane and Ed ran after me. I was about fourteen years old and a pretty good chunk of as girl. I fought him. Ed was not to be outdone, and we had a real fight. However, Ed won and brought me back. Fern said that because of this fight, Ed developed a hernia and suffered a lot with it for years aft er. When the chores and morning work were done, Fern and Ed took me home in the buggy. Mother was wise, and after listening to both sides of the story, she suggested I go back and make things right, which I did.



FRANCIS FERN STEELE HENRIE
1 April 1893 - 11 November 1970
by Wanda S. Cox

Frances Fern Steele Henrie was born 1 April 1893 in Pangui5tch, Garfield, Utah. She was the second child and eldest daughter of Charlotte Moore LeFevre and Mahonri Moriancumer Steele Jr. Being the oldest girl in a family of twelve, she learned to work and was a good organizer, and as the younger children put it, “was the Boss.” Her father was away from home a lot with his employment as a postal inspector, so she assumed a lot of the responsibility in helping her mother raise her brothers and sisters. When she was about twenty years old, she moved with her family to a new pioneer frontier, Delta, Millard, Utah. Here among the sagebrush, greasewood, wind, sun, snakes and scorpions, they went to work to make the ground yield bumper crops of alfalfa seed, sugar beets and grain.


Romance came to Fern when the mail carried letters to her childhood friend Edgar A. Henrie. they were married June 17, 1914 in the Salt Lake Temple, and they went to Panguitch to make their home on a farm. Ed was never very happy there, so they sold it and moved to town and lived in his mother’s big south room where their first child Myrtle was born 9 July 1915. Seven months later they moved to Delta to try their hand ast farming there. They bought forty acres of brush land, but their wheat crop failed to head out, so they gave it up and bought another farm in Sutherland. They lived there about seven years, during which time Mildred was born 14 July 1917, and also Don Edgar 2 September 1919. They next bought Uncle Michael Lloyd’s farm with a nice house and other improvements. Steel Francis Henrie was born here on 29 November 1921. They had great times here, but it was surrounded by large fields of sagebrush which gave Fern severe asthma. She suffered a great deal, and they were soon forced to rent the farm and move into Delta. Their third son Keith Ray was born there 29 November 1926, and Fern developed milk leg and was in bed for six months. Her asthma didn’t get any better, so they moved to the John Sevy Ranch east of Marysvale. They lived there several years and then moved to Marysvale to work in the feed store for Ivan Foisy. They next moved to the Showalter Ranch near Panguitch. They spent five happy years here where they made cheese and butter, then they bought Ed’s father’s old home in Panguitch and fixed it up. This is their home today. Fern loved the gospel and tried to live its principles. She honored the Priesthood in her home and did all she could to help her family do the same. Her happy smile and warm loving ways made her a joy to be around. Although they were not blessed with an excess of this world’s goods, they never wanted for the necessities. Fern was very frugal and took care of all that Ed managed to provide for their family. Some of her sayings were, “A stitch in time saves nine,” and “If a thing is worth doing at all, it is worth doing well.” As a younger sister, I will always be grateful to she and Ed for the love they gave me in my teenage years, and the things they taught me. Fern made beautiful pieced quil5ts, c4rocheted doilies, and made many pretty front aprons. Many were the happy times in her home pulling candy, quilting, canning, or just sitting around the fire at night eating popcorn and apples and listening to Fern tell stories. She was an expert story teller.

In spite of her poor health, Fern always managed to have one or more church jobs. She held many jobs in the Relief Society. She was counselor to five presidents for 12 years. She was a Visiting Teacher for over forty years with 100% of her homes visited most of the time. She taught Sunday School and Primary, served as a stake missionary for 26 months and served in the stake and ward genealogy programs. She loved to do temple work and spent as much time as her health would permit in the House of the Lord. She kept accurate records of her family. Ed and Fern raised a lovely family of five, two girls and three boys. All of them were married in the temple. Myrtle married William Vernon LeMmon, Mildred married George Oliver Christensen, Don Edgar married Martha Melvina Jensen, Steele Francis married Ireta Slater, and Keith Ray married Roma Christensen. Their descendants number 28 grandchildren and 28 great grandchildren.

In her later years, she developed sugar diabetes and high blood pressure. She had a series of strokes which caused her as great deal of suffering. She passed away 11 November 1970 in a hospital in Salt Lake. To honor her request, her grandchildren gave most of the parts on the program with the exception of a vocal duet by her sisters Itha Ahlstrom and Wanda Cox. She was so proud of her children and grandchildren, and well she might be. She was laid to rest in the Panguitch City Cemetery.

   Events:

1. LDS Blessing, 4 May 1893, Panguitch, Garfield, Utah, USA. ⁶

Frances married Edgar "A" HENRIE-[82] [MRIN:39], son of James HENRIE-[2969] and Gedske SCHOW-[2970], on 17 Jun 1914 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, USA.¹ (Edgar "A" HENRIE-[82] was born on 5 Nov 1891 in Fredonia, Coconino, Arizona, USA ⁹, christened on 21 Nov 1891 in Fredonia, Coconino, Arizona, USA, died on 16 Jan 1985 in Elsinore, Sevier, Utah, USA and was buried on 21 Jan 1985 in Panguitch, Garfield, Utah, USA.)

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