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Georgiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279465292498884320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2479151463129193573.post-4369567897119452622011-07-23T22:56:00.000-07:002011-07-24T02:40:33.022-07:00John and Christena A. Christenson History <br />
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Johannes Christenson was the eldest of three children born to Johanna Martenson and Christian Gudmundson, He was born August 16, 1826 in Krokhusetgard, Gunnarp Parish, Hallandslan, Sweden, The family were tennants there, and the whole family worked for the overlord, or owner.<br />
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When Johannes came to America he became known as John.<br />
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As a lad, John's work at the gard was that of swineherd at least part of the time. Economically, Sweden's people had little of which to boast; but they were able to get some basic education under the auspices of the Luthern (State) church, if they were members.<br />
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John's sister Magdalena was born October 27, 1830, and his brother Bengt Magnes on Sept. 19, 1934. His brother died at the age of two. His father died when he (John) was about nineteen years old.<br />
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A few years later the family heard the "Mormon" missionaries, and, recognizing the truth of the gospel, they were baptized. John was baptized by Elder Jons Olson on March 23, 1859. He was soon assigned to duties as a missionary, and continued in that work until 1861.<br />
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Naturally, John and his sister were anxious to come to America. It was not easy to save money for the trip in that land of small opportunity, where their friends had turned away from them and all was hostile to them and to the church they had joined. Perhaps the hardest of all was leaving their mother, who was too old and ill to travel, knowing they never would see her again in this life.<br />
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At last, in the spring of 1861, they were ready to begin their journey to 'Zion'. When they reached Copenhagen, Denmark, where saints gathered to take ship, Magdalena became very ill. One of the saints, Christena Nilsson Holm, took her into her home and nursed her back to health by the time they were ready to sail. The three became friends, and were passengers on the same ship, which left Copenhagen May 12, 1861.<br />
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Christena was the youngest of seven chldren. She was born August 4, 1836 at Farlov, Christianstad, Sweden. She was the daughter of Ake Nilsson and Kama Svensson, both of Opmanna, Shristianstad, Sweden.<br />
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Because work was scarce in Sweden, Christena's older-brother went to Denmark, and there he found work as a blacksmith. He took the trade name of Holm. He wrote home and told his family of his improved condition, and told them that there was plenty of work for all, so the rest of the family followed him to Denmark. Christena was then fiftenn years old. She found work in a weaving mill. From that time she went by her brother's name of Holm.<br />
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While she was working in the factory she heard the Gospel taught by the Mormon missionaries. She accepted its truths and was baptized in the North Sea, on January 8, 1856. they had to chop a hole in the ice three different places before they found water deep enough, as the ice was very thick. It was either this, or to wait, maybe for months for the elders to come that way again. There was great opposition and persecution of the Mormons and their religion. She suffered no ill effects from the cold, but did meet many trails because of her decision to join the Church. She told of a cottage meeting which had been called one evening, secretly, because of the bitter enmity of the majority of the people. Somehow news of the meeting leaked out, and as they were listening to the Elders, an ax was hurtled through the window, striking one Elder in the head, splitting his skull. The Elders poured consecrated oil into the wound and administered to him. Through the faith of those present the Lord heard their petitions; the split bones came together, the Elder recovered and was able to complete his mission.<br />
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Christena was the only one of her family to accept the gospel. The rest of the family was very bitter toward her for joining the Church. She was engaged to a young man of considerable wealth. when he heard of her 'crazy notions' he gave her a choice-either him or the church. Without hesitation she chose the church, and went to return the costly gifts he had given her. Her ring and his picture, framed in gold, he threw to the floor, stamping them to pieces in his anger, and said he would do the rest the same way. So Christena kept a few things, which she gave to her daughters many years later.<br />
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Emigrant ships were certainly not luxury liners. The passengers carried his little clothing, bedding and food for the journey, and found space for himself somewhere on the ship. They were six weeks on the ocean. At one time, during a storm, Christina fell through a man hole, or trap door which had carelessly been left open. She grabbed the edge of the opening and held on for dear life until she was found and rescued. Had she not, the ballast, shifting with the movements of the wilding pitching ship, would have crushed her.<br />
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Ship the three friends sailed on to America</td></tr>
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The three friends crossed the plains together in the Hans Murdock Hancart Company of 1861*. This meant walking all the way from Omaha across Nebraska, Wyoming, and part of Utah, pushing and pulling handcarts which held all their worldly possessions, over muddy, or hot and dusty plains and rugged mountain trails. Slowly the miles fell away. Christena walked all the way, wading most of the streams and rivers until she became ill, and suffered from sore eyes; so it was ruled that she would be allowed to ride across the streams.<br />
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They arrived in Salt Lake City on Sept 8, 1861. Now they had to conquer a strange language, learn to understand a strange people, a strange land, Indian troubles, and make a home. The task seemed insurmountable!<br />
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John and Christena were married on November 2, 1861, by Bishop Davis of the Salt Lake Seventeenth Ward; and they lived in a house of his for awhile. In 1862 they moved to American Fork. They were sealed Oct. 9, 1862, in the Endowment House.<br />
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While living in American Fork the Christensons would walk into Salt Lake City twice a year to attend the General Conferences of the Church, in April and October. Then they visited with John's sister Magdalena, before the twenty-five mile hike back to their home.<br />
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Two children were born to John and Christena while they lived in American Fork. Caroline Josephine was born June 2, 1863, and Brighamine (later Minnie) was born April 21, 1865. Brighamine was premature, and it was touch and go as to whether shey would live, but due to the faith and prayers of her parents, she did live, and grew to preform a very great service as a trained nurse and midwife. She lived to be almost ninety years of age, and to her dying day she was thoughtful and helpful to those who were ill or otherwise needed her.<br />
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The companies of saints coming to Utah were sent to different localities to make their homes and build up the outlying towns; so many from the same country were sent to the same place. Among those who stopped at American Fork were Pher Hanson, his wife and sister-in-law, Johanna Herling. They were stopping in Bishop Harrington's yard when the Christensons visited them and welcomed them to Zion. On March 12, 1864, John Christenson and Johanna Herling were married in the Endowment House. Their first child, Joseph, was born April 19, 1865, at American Fork.<br />
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In 1866 the home in American Fork was sold for a new wagon and a team of oxen. The family had been called to go to Gunnison, Sanpete County, Utah, to help in the settlement of that country. Because of Indian troubles they travelled in groups. There were eight wagons in their particular group. Among the number of people who travelled with them were William and Joseph Bardsley and Sylvester Whiting. The wagons were of the scooner type, with a heavy canvas top. The women and children rode inside, while the men walked outside, carrying their guns.<br />
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This was the time of the Blackhawk war, and there was much trouble and many raids in Sanpete County; so for protection the people in Gunnison lived in the Fort for many years. John bought a house, one wall of which was the wall of the fort. Each family had one room in which to live; and as they tilled their farms they had to station guards and work in groups to guard against surprise by the Indians. Here was born to Christena, John and Tilda Christena, and to Johanna, Anna and Emma.<br />
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When the Blackhawk war was over and peace had been established, John built a home for his family on Main street in Gunnison. It was built of native gray sandstone, and was built int he manner of a Duplex, having two rooms and an attic room on each side, with a private room in the middle for John. They moved into this home in 1872, and here they lived, and the children grew up.<br />
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The children were taught to respect the rights and feelings of others. There was never a distinction made of any child, and in all their lives they never felt that they were anything but whole brothers and sisters to each other.<br />
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The women were active in church organizations besides taking care of their home and children, so it was a busy life. There was certainly much to be done to wrest a living from the land in that desert country. The girls learned to help their mothers in such tasks as spinning and weaving and knitting, as well as cooking and sewing, and the boys worked with their father on the farm. Any honest means which came to hand was tried to provide for the family needs. John became a farmer, a miller, a tool maker and a tool dresser. While working at the latter trade a piece of steel from a tool he was working on broke off, striking him in the eye, destroying the sight in that eye.<br />
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At the time of the "Crusade", John had to build another home for Johanna. This was build in Centerfield, on the farm, and there she finished raising her children.<br />
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John couldn't bring his family to American, but he did a great work in taking freedom to his ancestors, in getting their temple ordinances done for them. When his three sons went on missions to the Old Country, John had each of them do what he could to gather up genealogical data so the work could be done.<br />
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Part of the time that Joseph, (John's oldest son) spent in Sweden, he was in John's birthplace. Upon his return to Utah he spoke of his great admiration for his father and the great things he had accomplished here, after such poor and humble beginnings in that far away land.<br />
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John was known among his associates as a man of integrity. He lived the principles of the Gospel to the letter as he learned them. He was a kindly man, a generous neighbor. He was the president of the High Priest Quorum at the time of his death, which occured June 8, 1903, at Gunnison.<br />
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Both Christena and Johanna lived for more than two decades after his death. Christena lived in the home on Main Street, with her daughter Minnie, and she was active in the Relief Society until just a few years before she died. She died at Gunnison on Dec. 20, 1929. She was 93 years of age. Johanna died at 85, on Oct 5, 1925. She was also living in Gunnison with her daughter Anna.<br />
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* It is believed that this actually was the John R. Murdock Company, (not a handcart company).<br />
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Publisher's Note: Among the few precious items Christena kept of her engagement gifts, was a Lavalierre, that was given to her youngest daughter, Cindy Sorensen. A lavalier is named for the type of pendant popularized by the Duchesse de la Vallière, a mistress of King Louis XIV of France. Within the fashion world, the name was eventually shortened to "lavalier(e)". The lavalier can be recognized most for its drop (that usually consist of a stone and or a chandelier type of drop) which is attached to the chain and not attached by a bale.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christena Akeson Christenson</td></tr>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Christena Nilsson <i hasbox="2">Okesson</i> Christenson</span></strong><br />
Birth: Aug. 4, 1836 <br />
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Death: Dec. 20, 1929 <br />
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Chrestena O. Wife of John Christensen 1836-1929<br />
(Publisher's Note: spelling as posted on Find A Grave)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christena Akeson Christenson State of Utah Death Certificate</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chrestena O. Christensen 1836 - 1929<br />
Gunnison, Sanpete, Utah</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;">John Christenson Laid to Rest</span><br />
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After a well-spent life of seventy-four years, and with another well-nigh completed, John Christenson, a pioneer of Gunnison passed peacefully away at his home in this city at 4:45pm, Monday, June 8, 1903. His illness lasted but a few day. Pneumonia being the immediate cause of his demise as was brought on by exposure while attending his duties on the farm. Brother John Christenson was the son of christian Gudmundson and Johanna Martensen. He was born August 16, 1828 in Kroksered, Halland, Sweden, was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1857, and was soon after assigned duty as a missionary, continuing that labor until 1861 when he sailed from his native land for Utah. He drove an ox team across the plains, and on his journey met Christena Holm. Shortly after reaching Salt Lake City, the two were united in marriage which occured November 2, 1861. He moved with his wife to American Fork in 1862 where he met and married in 1864 Johanna Harling. With his two wives, Brother Christenson came to Gunnison in 1865 and continued to reside here until the close of his life came. <br />
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Deceased with the father of one son and three daughters by his first wife, while three sons and three daughters were the fruit of his union with the second wife. Both widows, besides eight of their children and a number of their grandchildren, survive. One child from each family has gone before.<br />
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John Christenson has led a life of integrity. He was energetic and industrious during his whole career. It may truly be said of him that he practised his religion to the letter, living up to it's teachings and being constant in all the duties required of him. At the time of his death, he was the local presiding officer over the High Priests, who manifested their love and esteem for their departed brother by attending the obsequies in a body and alternating in bearing the remains from the family home to the place of holding funeral service.<br />
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At the funeral, which took place from the R.S. Hall yesterday at 10:00am, there was a very large attendance of relatives and friends, quite a number being in from Centerfield who were associated with deceased from early days and shared with him in the hardships incident to the establishing of this place during the Indian troubles.<br />
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Eulogies were offered by Bishop C.A. Madsen, Elders Austin Kearnes, James Hansen, Joseph Christenson, Brigham Jensen, and Frank L. Copening. The casket was a beauitful one and the floral emblems tendered for evidence of the high regard. The mortal remains of Brother Christenson were followed by thirty-seven carriages bearing friends to the cemetery where the dedicatory rite was preformed, consigning his body to rest in the earth, eventually to be reunited with the Spirit which animated it, to then abide continually. Elder Thomas E. Taylor of Salt Lake City offered the dedicatory prayer.<br />
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Birth: Aug. 16, 1828 <br />
Death: Jun. 8, 1903 <br />
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Married to Christena Nilsson Okesson Christenson (1836 - 1929)<br />
Johanna Herling Christenson (1840 - 1925)<br />
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John Christenson Born Aug. 18, 1828 Died June 8, 1903 Amiable and beloved Father farewell: (?) on this perishing stone but in the Book of Life and in the hearts of thy afflicted friends is thy worth recorded. <br />
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GRAVE LOCATION - Block C Lot 4 Grave 6<br />
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on the same stone as James Brooks Wasden<br />
STONE SAYS married 9 Mar 1898<br />
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Tilda Christensen Wasden <br />
Born 21 Jan 1871, Gunnison, Sanpete, Utah<br />
Daughter of John Christensen & Christena Aakeson<br />
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Md James Brooks Wasden, 9 Mar 1898, Manti, Sanpete, Utah<br />
Died 3 Jul 1962, Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming<br />
Buried 5 Jul, Thursday <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wasden Funeral Held in Lovell</span><br />
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Funeral services for Tilda C. Wasden, early day pioneer of the Big Horn Basin, were held Thursday, July 5, at 10 a.m. in the LDS Stake House with Bishop Scott M. Welch officiating.<br />
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Ford and Arthur Welch sang "One Fleeting Hour" and the invocation was offered by Bishop Ernest Jensen of Byron. Mrs. Scott M. Welch read the obituary and Mrs. Phil Reasch sang "The King of Love My Shepherd Is," Bishop Rupert Kocherhans gave the sermon and the Third Ward Singing Mothers sang "I Know That My Redeemer Lives," the benediction was given by Floyd Allred.<br />
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Six grandsons were the pallbearers, Grant Wasden, Calvin Johnson, Stephen Blood, Verne House, Philip Wasden and Julian Sorensen.<br />
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Interment was in the Penrose cemetery under the direction of Haskell Funeral Home.<br />
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Tilda C. Christenson Wasden was born Jan. 21, 1871 in Gunnison, Sanpete County, Utah, the daughter of John and Christena Adeson Christenson. She came to Wyoming in 1904.<br />
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She first attended school at the age of four years. Eventually she attended Snow College, Ephriam, Utah and taught one year. She also worked as piece worker in an overall factory and as cook and house keeper in Salt Lake City to help support her brother who was on a LDS mission.<br />
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Mrs. Wasden was a member of the LDS church and she participated actively in the church, even in her later years. She worked in all the church auxiliary organizations in many capacities, and she filled a mission call to the Manti temple, Manti, Utah from 1896 to 1898.<br />
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Tilda Christenson and James B. Wasden were married in Manti Mar. 9, 1898. In December, 1904 the family moved to the Big Horn Basin to make their home, first to Byron and six months later to a new agricultural development later named Penrose, where they homesteaded on new uncultivated land. As post office, church and school came to the little farming community, the Wasdens were foremost in actively supporting these projects. Mrs. Wasden helped with the sick and assisted at over fifty births in the community since doctors were almost unknown in that locality.<br />
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Except for two years, 1931-1932 spent in Utah, the family lived in Penrose until 1955 when Mr. and Mrs. Wasden moved to Lovell.<br />
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She passed away Tuesday, July 3 at the age of 91 years, five months and 12 days.<br />
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Survivors include her husband; two sons, David of Cody and Brooks of Medford, Ore.; four daughters, Mrs. Alvin Johnson of Lpvell, Mrs. Russell Blood of Garland, Mrs. Jospeh Lohoff of Sheridan and Mrs. Norman Sorensen of Lovell; 35 grandchildren; 70 great grandchilden and one great grandchild. One son, James Orvil, preceded her in death.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James Brooks and Tilda Christina Monument Penrose Cemetery</td></tr>
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Source: <br />
<a href="http://personal.tctwest.net/~gonefishin/penrose/pafn01.htm#105"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://personal.tctwest.net/~gonefishin/penrose/pafn01.htm#105</span></a>Georgiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279465292498884320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2479151463129193573.post-3017381605373942002011-07-20T18:27:00.000-07:002011-07-24T03:01:54.157-07:00James Brooks Wasden<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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GRAVE LOCATION - Block C Lot 4 Grave 5<br />
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on the same stone as Tilda Christina Wasden<br />
STONE SAYS married 9 Mar 1898<br />
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James Brooks Wasden<br />
Born 16 July 1870, Scipio, Millard, Utah<br />
Son of John Brooks Wasden & Sophia Olsen<br />
Md Tilda Christensen, 9 Mar 1898, Manti, Sanpete, Utah<br />
Died 25 Feb 1966, Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming (Lovell Nurseing Home)<br />
Buried 1 Mar 1966<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">James B. Wasden Services Held</span><br />
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Funeral services were held Tuesday morning for James Brooks Wasden, 95, retired Penrose farmer, in the Gold Chapel of the Big Horn Stake Center. Bishop Scott Welch conducted the program which opened with a vocal solo "O Divine Redeemer" sung by Mrs. Phil Reasch and accompanied by Carma Allred. Arthur Asay gave the invocation and Dwight Blood, a grandson, gave the obiturary. Josephine Sorenson played an organ solo which was followed by the sermon given by Ernest Jensen of Byron.<br />
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The Closing song was sung by Art, Ford, Klaes and Scott Welch. Their selection was "Jesus, My Savior True." The benediction was pronounced by Orin Jones. Interment was held in the Lovell Cemetery under the direction of Haskell Funeral Home. Max Lowe of Ten Sleep decidcated the grave. Mr. Wasden died Friday in the nursing wing of North Big Horn hospital. Where he had been a patient for three and a half years. Although he farmed for many years in Penrose and served as Bishop of the Penrose Ward for 13 years, he moved to Lovell in 1955.<br />
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Mr. Wasden served as a teamster and later construction foreman on some of the first roads that were built in Yellowstone Park. An early pioneer in the area, he first heard of the Big Horn Basin from Buffalo Billl Cody whom he met while he was working on the railroad in Sheridan.<br />
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Col. Cody described the opportunities to Mr. Wasden, drawing him a map of this country and telling him of the two routes to the Yellowstone Park, over "Dead Indian hill into Cooke City and up the North Fork of the Stinking Water."<br />
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Hightlights of Mr. Wasden's work in the Park were the dedication of the arch at the Gardiner entrance when he was privileged to meet and shake hands with President Theodore Roosevelt, and construction of the Chittenden bridge in 1903.<br />
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Mr. Wasden was an active member of the LDS church and had filled a mission in his youth. He was married to Tilda Christensen in the Manti LDS temple Mar. 9, 1898. His parents were Mr. and Mrs John Brooks Wasden of Scipio, Utah.<br />
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Survivors include two sons, David of Cody and Brooks of Medford, Ore.; four daughters Mrs. Alvin Johnson of Lovell, Mrs. Russell Blood of Garland, Mrs. Elna House of Cody and Mrs. Norman Sorensen of Lovell; 35 grandchildren, 92 great grandchildren and two great great grandchildren.<br />
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James Brooks Wasden, age 95, died Friday in the nursing wing of the North Big Horn hospital, where he had been a resident for three and a half years. He was a former resident of Penrose.<br />
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Mr. Wasden was born July 6, 1870, at Scipio, Utah, the son of Mr. and Mrs. John Brooks Wasden. His earlier years were spent in Gunnison, Colo. On Mar. 9, 1898, he married Tilda Christensen in Manti, Utah.<br />
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Interment was in the Penrose Cemetery.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James Brooks and Tilda Christina Wasden Monument</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Source:</span> <br />
<a href="http://personal.tctwest.net/~gonefishin/penrose/pafn01.htm#105"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://personal.tctwest.net/~gonefishin/penrose/pafn01.htm#105</span></a>Georgiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279465292498884320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2479151463129193573.post-62422085228866719702011-07-19T21:56:00.000-07:002011-07-22T20:59:42.801-07:00James Orvil Wasden Family <br />
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"Happy"</td></tr>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Publishers Note: Families who are fortunate enough to have in their possession, precious historic family photos, histories and memorabilia, should be gracious and generous enough to share with family members who do not have such access. A cousin found a history on one of my sites that he wanted to include in a book he was writing, and asked permission to use it. I told him, "It isn't my history, it's OUR history."Georgiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279465292498884320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2479151463129193573.post-17123206019714659562011-05-23T00:17:00.000-07:002011-06-10T18:11:58.002-07:00Philip Asay Wasden<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;">Philip Asay Wasden, eldest son of James Orvil and Mae Asay Wasden. This site is for our ancestors, but when wonderful things happen, we just have to celebrate them! My brother Phil left this morning for Washington D.C. He will be participating in a Concert this Memorial Day, and was chosen to be one of four vetrans who will place a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. What a wonderful honor. Following is a message sent from Phil regarding this event:</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">"Among the patriotic and rousing numbers we will perform in our Armed Forces Concert this evening, is the thoughtful piece entitled, "Who Are The Brave?" The answer to the question is a powerful rejoinder, “Those who serve mankind!” My thoughts regarding this song are as though there is a “looped” playback of the words in my psyche. In other words, I cannot get them out of my mind. I think of the many Patriots of this country—known and unknown, in times of war and peace, civilian and military; there are many “hero’s.” Are the United States leaders and their decisions perfect? Of course not! They have often blundered putting others in “harm’s way.” Like Tennyson’s account of the Battle of Balaclava, those icons of courage and achievement were the ones carrying out the orders of their superiors. The debates of war will continue long after the battles but they should never taint the pure sacrifice of those who “paid the ultimate price.” </div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><strong>“…Forward, the Light Brigade!'</strong><br />
<strong>Was there a man dismayed?</strong><br />
<strong>Not though the soldier knew</strong><br />
<strong>Some one had blundered:</strong><br />
<strong>Theirs not to make reply,</strong><br />
<strong>Theirs not to reason why,</strong><br />
<strong>Theirs but to do and die:</strong><br />
<strong>Into the valley of Death</strong><br />
<strong>Rode the six hundred…”<br />
n “The Charge of the Light Brigade” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson.</strong> <br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">As we sing tonight, and again next week in the Washington, D.C. Concerts, my thoughts will be upon the many hero’s in my life. I will not embarrass some of the living by naming names however, you know who you are! I have been granted the ultimate honor of being one of the Veterans selected to present a wreath at The Tomb of The Unknown Soldier next Saturday. When I salute, I will salute all Patriot’s of all ages. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>We are grateful to all who serve this great country, past, present and future. Thank you for your service.Georgiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279465292498884320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2479151463129193573.post-42016535344438019782011-04-27T03:57:00.000-07:002011-07-23T11:19:44.850-07:00Thomas Wasden's Record from Aston, Yorkshire, England to Salt Lake City, Utah <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This typewritten copy was sent to Dave Carlsen by Dalene Butts on 5 February 1999 </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And came by rails and river up to Cincinnati, Ohio, U. S. on the 5th of June, 1855 and had a great deal of sickness with the death of Willard and Sarah Ann Wasden. W. 3. & S.A. 1 and left Cincinnati on the 19th of April on the [ ? ] train and arrived at St. Louis on the 26th of April 1859. And left St. Louis on the 28th and arrived in Florence on the 9th of May by the boat Carrier and to our surprise we found the houses deserted. Where we found a comfortable house and brought a fine yoke of cattle and paid $80.00 dollars, also bought another yoke and wagon and paid $125.00 dollars. The wagon been in use before, and left for the plains on the 19th of June. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">21st of July was a very pleasant day. We traveled 14 miles, camped on the Muddy Creek. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">22nd was a pleasant day with a great deal of sand hills, traveled about 15 miles. A little rain in the evening. Nesflins Train is ten miles ahead. We have many lame cattle in the camp now. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">23rd a wet morning. It rained while at dinner, started at 12 A.M. Traveled 9 miles. Brother Hastings cow left behind. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">24th was a beautiful morning with the death of two oxen, one of Brother Teners and one of Brother Chamberlains. A young girl died, daughter of Brother Allen---Elizabeth Allen, aged 15 years. She and her mother and brother came to this country on the Ganoe, the same train and ship as we did, and are still camped this evening by the Platt, three miles west of the Bluff Creek. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">25th of July a wet day, traveled 10 miles with very bad roads through sand hills. There are plenty of flies and mosquitoes. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">26th of July traveled 10 miles. Beautiful day and in the evening Brothers Eldridge, Young and Coward came in the camp with three wagons. Brother Stainpour's ox dead. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">27th traveled 12 miles, very pleasant day. There are a great many lame cattle. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">29th A very heavey sand hill 1/2 mile long. We had to double teams, it took til dinner time. Traveled about 7 miles. Was a thunder storm in the evening. There are a great many Indians about warring with the Panners. </div><br />
29th. Pleasant day with the death of Sister Hoppley, wife of Brother Hoppley, died of cold, been exposed to hardships which she could not endure and buried at Castle Creek. A train of some 10 or a dozen wagons returning from Utah and Ogden City; traveled about 12 miles. Sister Gumbar Con left on mistake. Brother Silver is strained a little in the arms and breast, in going through a san bar the cattle turned around and stood on him, very nearly upsetting the wagon. Camped about nine o'clock in the evening. Many Indians around. Camped by the Platt. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">1st of August traveled 11 miles. A great deal of sand. Pleasant day. </div>2nd. Fixed up the wagons till dinner time. Pleasant day and in sight of Chimney Rock twenty miles ahead. Traveled 10 miles with a little rain in the evening with the death of Brother Griffith's child, five months old, died of diarreah. <br />
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3rd. Pleasant day. Traveled 18 miles with a very heavy thunder storm in the evening we passed a train of wagons from Salt Lake-------- and camped five miles the other side of Chimney Rock. <br />
4th. Pleasant day. 18 miles and we have camped. <br />
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</span>Georgiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279465292498884320noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2479151463129193573.post-28380375798844531042011-02-02T23:54:00.000-08:002017-07-31T07:36:55.506-07:00James Orvil Wasden <br />
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That 27th day of May, 1910, was a beautiful spring morning at our farm home in Penrose. It was my birthday. I was 9 years old, but no one was thinking of that right then. We children had been sent to play with friends, but with the appearance of the midwife, I suddenly knew what was happening. So, keeping out of the way as best I could, for our home was only a two room log house at that time, I hung about trying to think of something to make Mama feel better… then I had to go away, so I took a pail and went out to the water barrels which were on a sled across the irrigation ditch by the front gate. Dipping from the “waterhole” I poured water into the barrels until the midwife came out and said, “your Mama wants to see you.” Is it a boy or a girl?” I didn’t wait for an answer.</div>
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Wrapped in the little blanket Mama had made and lying beside her was the new baby brother, all red-faced and tight fisted. Late afternoon after she had slept, Mama said, “I’m afraid we didn’t do much about your birthday - not even a present or a cake.”<br />
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“Oh, but the baby is my present. He’s mine, the nicest present ever.”<br />
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Mama smiled and called us her twins and perhaps that helped foster that special something between us.<br />
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Naming the baby was an important family affair. Many names were discussed but not one seemed right. At last Mama said, “If he’s your birthday present, you should help name him.” Then we went over all the list of names again and when she came to Orvil, I said, “That’s the name for the baby, but he should have Papa’s name, too.” <br />
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So on the ninth day of June we took the baby to Church and Papa blessed him and named him James Orvil. I took care that he was called Orvil.<br />
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Orvil was sixth of seven children; David, Sofe, Brooks, Minnie, Elna in that order. The seventh member, Lucinda, arrived at a later date. Well, he grew as babies will and was a really good baby even in the eyes of his impatient sister. Of course it became my business to tend him and rock him, to sleep in the cradle for Mama had so much to do. Mama became very concerned over an enlargement which appeared on the baby’s neck and seemed to bother his breathing. What to do with no doctor available? What does a mother do? I remember the consecrated oil and the administration and after awhile the enlargement disappeared and was forgotten.</div>
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Even as a small lad he was happy. He’d look up from his business at hand always with that wide smile as though he enjoyed whatever he was doing. Such a spirit was a needed influence in our home for not all of us were as calm dispositioned. School days began when he was absorbed in the business of finding out what was in all those books, but no matter the task or situation, his attitude was to do a good job and be happy about it. This earned him the sobriquet, “Happy” and that became his name to everyone.</div>
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After Sunday School, 7 July 1918, families and baptism candidates gathered at the canal near the southeast corner of our farm and there Orvil was baptized. That afternoon in Testimony meeting he was confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of latter Day Saints. He felt keenly the importance of that ordinance. He was happy when he was ordained a deacon in the Aaronic Priesthood. Proudly he performed his responsibilities in the Church and Priesthood. As a young man he served as Assistant Sunday School Superintendent, Counselor in the Branch Presidency and after the Penrose Branch was disorganized due to lack of enough members he joined the Byron Ward and taught in the Sunday School there.</div>
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A severe attack of measles left his weak eyes weaker, so from that time on he wore glasses. He and I both had the same problem of one eye sighting a bit higher than the other so the glasses helped that, too.</div>
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I was married in 1920 and lived in Basin for several years. With roads and transportation being what they were, visits were infrequent and I missed many happenings. But Mama said that was his unhappiest time. He didn’t want me to go away.</div>
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After graduating from the eighth grade at Penrose, Orvil attended high school in Powell. He loved sports of all sorts and wanted to play football so much that he often jogged the ten miles home after a practice session if no transportation was available; jogged or ran, so the ribbons won in tract events were a natural result. After high school he remained on the farm working with our father.</div>
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He loved to hunt. The McMullough peaks west of Penrose afforded many happy hours when work was not too pressing. There he found antelope and deer, and also predators such as the coyote.</div>
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He grew to nearly six feet tall, taller than either brother, with light brown hair, blue eyes and always that friendly twinkle. He spoke rather slowly and I doubt if anyone ever felt uncomfortable around him - unless there was mischief afoot. He loved to joke and would save one up for weeks so he could enjoy the blank look on my face when he sprung it on me. He was now carrying the burden of all the farm work. Papa was ill. His heart was grossly enlarged and returning bouts with malaria, contracted while on his mission in Florida, made it necessary to take a rest. He and Mama went south for the winter leaving the home place in Orvil’s care. Most of the stock had been sold so there was little for him to do during the winter months.</div>
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He came to our place in Lovell and stayed with us for a month. When he decided to go home he said, “Good-bye” and hiked off across the fifteen miles to Penrose. Of course we went up there to be sure he got home and was all right. He said, “Oh, I didn’t want to put you to any bother. Besides I hike a few miles all the time.”</div>
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There wasn’t much work to be had that winter, but he was not idle. If there was nothing he could do to help Alvin, he did little chores about the house. I was so grateful for the buttons sewed on, the everlastingly holey sox mended. I teased him about making some girl a great husband. He said, “I can’t see laying around when I’m not busy, letting any woman do all these things when I am more able to do them.”</div>
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One evening I prepared a large chocolate pudding for dessert. I called the family to supper. No one came. I called again, crossly, “Come and get it, or I’ll throw it out.” Everyone ran to the table. I lifted the pot of pudding from the stove and at that instant it slipped from my hands with a big splash all over the stove, table, chairs and floor. Everyone laughed, except me. They all cleared out except Orvil, still laughing, who helped me clean up the mess.</div>
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On a day in late summer, 1935, Orvil came to visit and I sensed with something on his mind. He said he had found the GIRL, now if he could only get her to marry him. “Did she turn you down?” “No, I haven’t asked her yet.” “Well, silly, how’s she going to know if you don’t say anything? Go, do something about it.” Next time he came in, Mr. Happy was back. Delilah Mae Asay, youngest daughter of Adelbert and Delilah Mae Boice Asay, had said, “Yes.” <br />
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They went to Salt Lake City and were married in the temple, 4 Nov 1935. They moved to a cottage on our parents’ property for Orvil would continue to work the farm for Papa as he had always done.<br />
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It was a proud day when on the first of August, 1937, their son Philip Asay Wasden was born, and again when on 7 August, 1939 they announced the arrival of a daughter, Marlene.<br />
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A Wasden family reunion was scheduled the next summer in Yellowstone Park. My family was not able to go and leave the sawmill, but made it possible for me to go with Lucinda and our parents. We had fun setting up the tent and making up the beds in it. Orvil and Mae and their two little ones rode in the beet truck as that carried our food and other necessities and the beet rack would make a safe bed for their family, it being quite high from the ground. The notorious bears of Yellowstone would not bother them there. The camp had just settled for its first sleep when such commotion arose as to rouse the dead! Woofs and grunts, and Mae crying out, “My children, my babies.” Everyone was looking for flashlights or weapons when we heard Orvil laugh. It seems that Mae had used her broom to sweep the debris out of the beet box and had left it there. She grabbed it up and swept Mr. Bear right out of the beet box when he got up there looking for food. That was a highlight of the reunion.</div>
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Adelbert and Delilah Asay Family 1940. Mae Asay Wasden is seated </div>
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The future was looking brighter. It was Valentine’s Eve, 1943. Orvil had just come by to tell Alvin that at last Papa was leasing the farm to him to run and the bank would finance him and in a year or two he could buy the place. He was so happy that day. He said, “Who could want more? I have my good little wife, a son, a daughter, a way to make a living for them and will soon have the farm. I’m going home and we’re having a Valentine party tonight and really celebrate.”</div>
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The next time we saw him was in the Lovell Hospital. The live coals in the kitchen stove triggered the explosion which wrapped him in flames burning over most of his body. When he roused enough to know I was there, he acknowledged me with a faint smile and said, “I’ll be better.” He died on the 16th for at that time there was nothing could be done except deaden the pain. The funeral service was held in Byron Ward and his final resting place is on the hill overlooking the valley of Penrose which had always been his home.</div>
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But life goes on and we who are left, must adjust. The threads of life are not all broken, just extended beyond our sight, so we were happy when on 11 August that year of 1943, another son was born and named James Orvil Wasden.<br />
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Abt October 1943</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Source: Wasden Histories Compiled by Sofe Johnson, 1964</span><br />
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James Orvil Wasden<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Born 23 May 1910, Penrose, Park, Wyoming</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Parents James Brooks Wasden & Tilda C. Christensen</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Md Delilah Mae Asay, 4 Feb 1935</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Died 16 Feb 1943, Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Buried Saturday</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Fire Accitent Claims Life of Penrose Man</div>Death relieved the suffering of Orvil Wasden of Penrose Tuesday morning after he had been fatally burned 24 hours earlier at his home. He received the burns when a large oil can, containing tractor fuel, exploded as he was pouring from it into a fire in a stove. The fuel saturated his clothing after the explosion and he ran from the house and for some distance before Mrs. Wasden overtook him and threw a quilt around him. The first quilt was also burned and a second was needed to completely smother the flames.<br />
The couple then drove in a truck loaded with coal to the home of his parents, where Dr. Graham of Powell was called and immediately after the examination he was taken to the Lovell Hospital where he was treated to ease his suffering. He remained conscious during Monday and passed away just 24 hours after his accident.<br />
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As a result of the fire in the home the kitchen was completely burned, but neighbors controlled the blaze before much other damage was done.<br />
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Funeral arrangements have not been announced, as a brother is expected to arrive from California today or tomorrow.<br />
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Funeral Held at Byron for Wasden<br />
Funeral services for Orvil Wasden were held Saturday afternoon in the Byron Ward chapel. They were conducted by Bishop Walter G. Stevens. The choir sang "Thru Deepening Trials," and John Jensen offered the opening prayer. Ted Stevens and Ralph Ericksen played a violin duet, "The End of a Perfect Day."<br />
R.L. Allphin read the obituray and made a few consoling remarks. Dr. Thos. B. Croft was the main speaker, telling of religion in life and the fine things deceased had done to make a full and complete life while here on earth. Merrill Tew sand, "I Am A Pilgrim," and the benediction was offered by Floyd Cowley.<br />
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Interment was made in the Penrose cemetery with Albert Shumway, Fred Hopkin, Arnold Berthelson, Alden Anderson and Thurman Rorer pallbearers.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">James O. Wasden, the son of Mr. and Mrs. James B. Wasden, was born on May 27, 1910 at Penrose. He attended school there, and later at Powell where he was outstanding in athletics, winning several track ribbons. He was married to Delilah Mae Asay on February 4, 1935 and was the father of two children, Phillip 5, and Marlene 3. He is also survived by his wife, parents, two brothers, Brooks, of Pomona, Calif., and David of Cody, four sisters, Mrs. Alvin Johnson of Lovell, Mrs. Russell Blood of Ralston, Mrs. Oscar House of Ralston and Mrs. Norman Sorenson of Lovell.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">(taken from the Lovell Chronicle)</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Source: <a href="http://personal.tctwest.net/~gonefishin/penrose/pafn06.htm">http://personal.tctwest.net/~gonefishin/penrose/pafn06.htm</a></div>Georgiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279465292498884320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2479151463129193573.post-36320478959323163282010-11-01T19:03:00.000-07:002017-07-04T14:07:36.557-07:00A History of James Brooks Wasden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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History as posted in Sons of Utah Pioneers</div>
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Submitted by Philip A. Wasden (grandson)</div>
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<strong>Pioneer's Information</strong><br />
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Type of Pioneer: Early Pioneer<br />
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Pioneer's Name: Wasden, James Brooks <br />
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Birth Place: Scipio, Millard, Utah USA<br />
Date of Birth: Sat, 16 Jul, 1870<br />
Date of Death: Sun, 25 Feb, 1966<br />
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Father: John Brooks Wasden <br />
Mother: Anna Sophia Olsen <br />
Spouse: Tilda Christena Christenson <br />
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Arrived in Utah: Sat, 16 Jul, 1870<br />
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Education: Elementary level<br />
Profession: Farmer<br />
Honors: Honored by Governor Hunt of Wyoming as Wyoming Pioneer; Grand Marshal in Parade<br />
Civic Activities: Community Leader; director in the Elk Canal Company, was elected road supervisor for District No. 3, Park County, Wyoming on November and was reelected in November 1916.<br />
Church: Bishop for 16 years of Penrose Ward; Superintendent of the Penrose Sunday school from the time of its organization, December 24, 1905 to October 19, 1913.<br />
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Authentic Mormon Pioneer: No <em>(Age criteria not met?)</em><br />
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Early day settler and pioneer of Northern Wyoming; Built the first house in Penrose, WY; Bridge builder in Yellowstone National Park; Met U.S. President Teddy Roosevelt; Lacked formal education however, excelled as a scriptorian and a prolific reader.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">A HISTORY OF JAMES BROOKS WASDEN</span></strong></div>
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Submitted By: Philip Asay Wasden </div>
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History of James Brooks Wasden <br />
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Transcribed by Philip A. Wasden. Phil is the grandson of James Brooks Wasden and Tilda Christena Christensen. <br />
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James Brooks Wasden, son of John Brooks and Anna Sofie Olsen Wasden was born July 16, 1870, at Scipio, Millard County, Utah. His mother gave birth to twin boys and named them James and Peter for her two brothers. Peter died soon after birth and seven days later the mother passed away. <br />
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His Father's first wife, Nancy Arrilla Herron Wasden, took James to raise as her own child. This was the woman he knew as Mother, and the bond between the two could not have been deeper or more lasting. He was sickly and skinny and there was despair for his life. Through the special care and determination of his parents, he survived. <br />
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There was a real struggle in central Utah in those days to find the wherewithal to keep body and soul together. The family moved about a great deal in trying to provide the creature necessities of life. They lived at Brooklyn (named for James' father), back at Scipio; then to Glenwood and finally to Gunnison. As it was necessary for his father to work much of the time away from home, James, the oldest boy in the family, felt it his duty to take care of the chores and work around the home. When he was about six years old, his mother made him a suit of clothes out of cloth. This was to replace one she had made from buckskin that he had ruined by wading in the water. The buckskin first stretched and then shrunk until he could not get into it. As soon as he was old enough, his father took James with him on freighting trips, railroad grading jobs, timbering, or whatever work was available. <br />
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The frailties of childhood seemed to plague James through life, yet he was an individual of tremendous endurance and physical ability. When he was fifteen he went to work for his uncle Orson herding sheep. At that time, wages for a man's work were twelve to fifteen dollars per month. He was taken out to the camp wearing one shoe and one boot. They unloaded his tent, a skillet, sourdough starter and a few meager supplies and for six weeks, he did not see another human being. One day, the following spring, another band of sheep was driven near his and in trying to keep them from mixing, he became overheated. He drank from a cold stream, which made him very sick. He was unable to work for some time after that. <br />
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By Winter time he was feeling better but not well enough to work, so he went to school for a short time. This was his only formal education. In spite of this lack of schooling, he became well read and searched constantly for information of the world about him. <br />
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The following Spring (1887), James and his father left Gunnison for western Colorado, having heard of railroad work to be had there. While they took provisions with them for the trip, they were able to buy eggs for five cents a dozen in Emery County, Utah. The Rio Grande was building the railroad from Denver to Salt Lake at the time. They worked on the grade, freighted to Glenwood Springs and did other jobs that were available. <br />
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Sickness was James' lot again that first summer in Colorado. Home remedies did not give much relief from the trouble. His father gave him a team of horses as he wished James to stay with him. Wages were low, but he sent part of his earnings home to his mother to help with the family. After the work shut down for the winter, they finally got a contract for getting out timber that lasted until nearly Christmas in 1888, when they returned to Gunnison. <br />
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(A note on the Colorado job: "While we were in Colorado hauling wood for the C.C. & I. Company, it was a cold winter with temperatures of 25 to 35 degrees below zero. Lottie (a sister) cooked for us and stayed until the job was done. Then we went to Lake Ivanhoe and contracted to stock a sawmill. We moved into some quarters that had been made by some woodsmen when the Midland Railroad first built through from Leadville to Aspen, under the Maughn tunnel. The quarters were built from ties.") <br />
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When James arrived back in Gunnison, he built a log house for his mother. It was only two rooms but much more than she had before. While working on this project, the ax slipped, cutting the inside of his leg near the ankle very badly. His mother took care of him and did all she could to heal the cut. <br />
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Next, they bought some cows and went to Grass Valley to operate a dairy, making cheese. In the fall they sold out and secured work on the railroad south of Milford that was being built from Salt Lake into Nevada. This road was built by Clark of Butte as the Salt Lake, Los Angeles and San Pedro. Later, it became part of the Union Pacific system. <br />
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The following summer, work was found in Spanish Fork Canyon. The Rio Grande railroad was changing its track from narrow to standard gauge. Then there was work in a stone quarry East of Salt Lake and in the brickyards at Bountiful. <br />
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In the fall of 1899 the depression struck the country so severely that employers were able to pay only a small part of wages due with money. James managed to get some merchandise and clothes to send home. He then left for Butte, Montana, hoping to get work in the mines. He found them closed. His time was then spent in Montana, Northern Wyoming, and Yellowstone Park until work shut down for the winter of 1896 for lack of funds. The search for employment then took him into northern Idaho near Bonner's Ferry. While working at a log camp some forty miles up the river, he received a letter telling of the serious illness of his mother. He walked to town and took the train for home, arriving a few days before his mother passed away on March 22, 1897. <br />
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James went to Butte until the following spring when re returned to Gunnison for his marriage to Tilda Christina Christenson at Manti, Utah on March 9, 1898. To this union, seven children were born: David John, December 6, 1898; Sofe Christine, May 27, 1901; Brooks Fulton, November 27, 1903. These three children were born at Gunnison, Utah. The four youngest, Minnie Arrilla, October 4, 1906; Elna Tilda, September 15, 1908; James Orvil, May 27, 1910; and Lucinda, August 20, 1913, were born at Penrose, Wyoming. <br />
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James was baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints when he was twelve years old. He had a deep and abiding faith in his religion that sustained and supported him through the trials of life. A week after his marriage, he left for a two-year mission for the Church in the Southern States Mission, spending his time in southern Georgia and northern Florida. While there, he contracted malaria and the chills and fever almost brought about the end of his existence. He estimated the cost of the Mission at about $300, a sizable sum for those days. <br />
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James Brooks Wasden - Gunnison, Utah top row 3rd from left</td></tr>
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Upon arriving home in April of 1900, he went to work getting material to build a house of sawed logs. This was their home until the fall of 1904 when he moved his family to the Big Horn Basin of Wyoming. Farming was not profitable, for while land was plentiful in central Utah, water for irrigation was scarce and uncertain. Other jobs were hard to come by with wages of a dollar for an eight to twelve hour day. So, in the summer of 1901, James returned to Yellowstone Park as road foreman, a position he held through the season of 1905. This was the last season spent in the Park until the summer of 1921 when he was a foreman on the East road. For this work, it was necessary to take a Civil Service examination, which he passed with a grade of 97. <br />
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During the summer of 1904, he made inquiry as to the possibility of establishing a home in the Big Horn Basin. A number of communities had been started by then. On the Stinking Water, later called the Shoshone River, the Mormons had taken out a canal and started the towns of Byron and Cowley. When work shut down in the Park for the winter, he drove his team to Byron, looked the country over and decided to try for a home there. He went to Gunnison by train, disposed of the house and loaded an immigrant car for Wyoming. There were the household effects, a cow, chickens and some farm machinery that had belonged to his father-in-law. His wife and three children followed by train, going by way of Denver, Alliance, and Toluca to Garland, arriving there on December 6, 1904. The first winter was spent at the little town of Byron. <br />
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One hundred and sixty acres of land under the Elk Canal was purchased from two men from Burlington. They gave a quitclaim deed and the Wasdens' homesteaded it. The East forty acres were later sold to a neighbor. So lots 38 D.E. & H., Section 24., Township 55, Range 98 West became the family home for half a century. <br />
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Water rights were secured by doing construction work on the canal. Logs were hauled from the mountains fifty miles to the West to build a house. A town site called Penrose was laid out and each settler was entitled to a lot for each eighty acres. The ones chosen were in the southwest corner just across the street from the farm. Here the house was built. <br />
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May 1, 1905, was moving day from Byron to the new home, although it still lacked some of the final additions such as daubing between the logs and dirt on the roof. The weather obliged with a typical Wyoming blizzard, rain mixed with snow, bone chilling, cold and miserable. Pieces of canvas were spread on the roof in an effort to keep at least part of the house dry. Even so, Tilda held an umbrella over the cradle as she rocked the baby to sleep. <br />
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A small patch of alfalfa was planted, a garden plot prepared, and then James went back to the Park for the summer. When he returned home in the fall, his brother, Isaac, came with him. Together they brought logs from the mountains for a barn and donated the first load for the building that was to serve the community for school and church purposes. <br />
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James was always interested in the well being of his neighbors, giving of his time and substance for community betterment. He served two terms as school trustee of the Garland district, of which Penrose was a part. He was elected three terms as Road Supervisor of the Powell District and served many years on the Elk Canal as Board member and Secretary. When a branch of the Church was established at Penrose in the fall of 1905, he became the first Superintendent of the Sunday School. He held this position until October 1913. From May 1915 to 1928, he served the church community as leader in the office of Bishop. He always championed the cause of right, as he saw it, and thus, at times, become unpopular and lost so-called friends. The following story, which illustrates this, is worth repeating. A young banker in Garland was accused and convicted of embezzlement. He was sentenced to serve a term in the State penitentiary. James was convinced that he was innocent and that the evidence against him was perverted. He talked to officers, wrote letters and did all he could to get a reversal of judgment, but to no avail. Excerpts from a letter written by the young banker in prison show the kind of a person James really was. <br />
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"Kind Friend Mr. Wasden: <br />
I assure you my silence is not due to unappreciation--I couldn't brace up enough to write. The hardest hearted men oft times have a soft spot. Well, I want to tell you that when I went to you (after having been turned down by my own church Pastor) and you proved to me how the strong arm of friendship could reach across the chasm that separates creeds and religious sects and give me a helping hand in time of trouble--then and there you touched my soft spot. Probably the Good Samaritan was considered a heathen, but then he offered a helping hand to the man who was down and out. He gave to the world a practical demonstration of real honest to goodness religion. Whenever I hear a wise acre criticizing the Mormon faith, I shall rise up and call you blessed and defend the kind of creed that teaches the Samaritan brand of religion. Mere words can never repay, and I do want you to believe me when I say I do thank you most sincerely for the several kindnesses you have shown me. I understand you have just recently written a letter in my behalf, which only increases the obligations that I fear are beyond my power to repay. Thank you for the unselfish, unalloyed friendship you have so graciously shown me. <br />
Very sincerely your friend, <br />
E.S. Dabbs" <br />
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There seemed to be more down than ups in the family fortunes at Penrose. The farmland was very rough and required a great deal of leveling by team and scraper. Therefore, after water was applied to the land, it began to bog. It was a long tedious process to get the community to unite in a drainage program. It was frequently necessary, during that time, to find employment away from home on various construction jobs. As the land was returning to productivity, a serious heart condition indicated that James should at least partially retire. Some time was spent in the hold home area in Utah recuperating. The farm work was carried on, mostly through the help of the youngest son, James Orvil, until he died in a fire in his home in 1943. The farm was then rented until it was sold in 1955, James, and Tilda moved to a small home in Lovell. <br />
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One of the highlights of later years was an invitation to take part in a Pioneer Day celebration at Powell on October 28, 1950. James and Tilda prepared a covered wagon as authentic as any that broke a track in a virgin wilderness. It was complete with household utensils, plow and chickens, followed by a milk cow. They were the stars of the parade and were personally congratulated on their long Wyoming residence by Senators Joseph C. O'Mahoney and Lester C. Hunt, who had canceled previous important engagements to pay honor to the early pioneers at Powell. <br />
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After the passing of his wife, Tilda, on July 3, 1962, James' health declined quite rapidly, and so he entered the Old Folks' ward of the North Big Horn Hospital at Lovell. Death came at seven o'clock in the morning on Friday, February 25, 1966, at the age of 95 years, 7 months and 11 days. He was survived by six of his 7 children, 35 grandchildren, 92 great-grand children, and 2 great-great grandchildren.<br />
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Funeral services were held in the L.D.S. Church at Lovell on March 1, 1966, at 10:00 A.M. with Bishop Scott M. Welch officiating. Pallbearers were grandsons of the deceased: Mark and Newell Sorensen, Stanley and Verne House, John and James Orvil Wasden. Burial was in the family plot in the Penrose Cemetery beside his beloved wife and companion of over three score years. <br />
A granite stone marks the resting place of these two stalwart pioneers. <br />
Additional Information for James Brooks Wasden <br />
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James Brooks Wasden, Bishop of the Penrose Ward (Big Horn Stake), Park county, Wyoming, was born July 16, 1870, at Scipio, Millard county, Utah, the son of John Brooks Wasden and Anna Sophia Olsen. He was baptized in June 1882 by Isaac Pierce; ordained a Deacon in 1882; ordained a Priest January 1, 1898, by Bishop Christian A. Madsen of Gunnison, Sanpete county, Utah; ordained an Elder March 1, 1898, by Thos. Nielson; ordained a Seventy March 16, 1898, by Jonathan G. Kimball; ordained a High Priest by Jesse W. Crosby Jr.; called to act as Bishop of the Penrose Ward, Big Horn Stake, in April 1915, and ordained a Bishop May 23, 1915, by Apostle Rudger Clawson and set apart to preside over the Penrose Ward, which was then organized. He filled a mission to the Southern States, leaving Salt Lake City March 17, 1898, and returning April 6, 1900. During this mission, he labored principally in the Florida conference. At home for fourteen years he was engaged in road building in the Yellowstone National Park; after his arrival in the Big Horn country in 1904 he has followed farming as his chief avocation; He built the first house at Penrose. Since 1905, he has acted as a director in the Elk Canal Company, was elected road supervisor for District No. 3, Park County, Wyoming on November and was reelected in November 1916. He also acted as superintendent of the Penrose Sunday school from the time of its organization, December 24, 1905 to October 19, 1913. On March 9, 1898 brother Wasden married Tilda Christine Christensen of Gunnison, Sanpete County, in the Manti Temple; his wife has borne him seven children. Namely, David John, Sofe Christina, Brooks Fulton, Minnie Arrilla, Elna Tilda, James Orvil, and Lucinda <br />
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<strong>Source: B.Y.U. Documents in the archives</strong> <br />
James left for his mission on Wednesday March 23, 1898 at 6:10 pm from Central Depot in the company of Elders David Elton Horton, and Wixom. They arrived Thursday March 24, 1898 at Wood Bine. Stayed here for thirteen hours because of “our mistake.” Boarded the train again at 8:10 pm and arrived in Jacksonville, Florida at 10:37 am Friday March 25, 1898. Elder John Z. Brown of Pleasant Grove, Utah met them. They stayed at brother Mauns and walked three miles to a meeting. Elder Wasden spoke of the Gospel and bore testimony along with his companions. On Thursday March 24, 1898, Elder Brown, Wasden, and Wixom gave a Priesthood blessing to Elder Horton for his eyes. <br />
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James Brooks and Tilda Christena Christensen Wasden <br />
Penrose, Wyoming Circa: 1920's <br />
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<strong>Sources:</strong><br />
First person transcription to son David Wasden, and grandson Philip Asay Wasden<br />
Virtues: Hardship, Difficulty, Trials, Honor, Integrity, LeadershipGeorgiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279465292498884320noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2479151463129193573.post-47770739117678747632010-11-01T19:02:00.000-07:002011-07-24T03:09:12.780-07:00The History of Tilda Christena Christenson<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">History as posted in Sons of Utah Pioneers</div><div style="text-align: center;">Submitted by Philip A. Wasden (grandson)</div><br />
Type of Pioneer: Early Pioneer<br />
Pioneer's Name: Christenson, Tilda Christena <br />
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Birth Place: Gunnison, San Pete, Utah<br />
Date of Birth: Sat, 21 Jan, 1871<br />
Date of Death: Tue, 03 Jul, 1962<br />
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Father: John Christenson <br />
Mother: Christena Akeson <br />
Spouse: James Brooks Wasden <br />
Other Spouses: <br />
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Arrived in Utah: Sat, 21 Jan, 1871<br />
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Education: Elementary level<br />
Profession: Housewife; Mid-wife<br />
Honors: Governor Hunt honored her as early-day Wyoming Pioneer; Grand Marshal in Parade<br />
Civic Activities: A Pioneer family in Penrose, Wyoming<br />
Church: Nearly every position a woman could hold in every auxillary in a Ward<br />
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Authentic Mormon Pioneer: No <em>(Criteria perhaps based on age?)</em><br />
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<strong>Excerpt from Pioneer Story</strong><br />
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Raised in Gunnison, UT; Mid-wife for over fifty births; Husband left on a mission only one week after being married; worked in the Manti Temple to support husband; early day Wyoming Pioneer.<br />
<strong>Full Pioneer Story</strong><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">THE HISTORY OF TILDA CHRISTENA CHRISTENSON</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">Submitted By: Philip Asay Wasden </div><br />
History of Tilda Christena Christensen Wasden <br />
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Transcribed by Philip A. Wasden. Phil is the grandson of James Brooks Wasden and Tilda Christena Christensen. <br />
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The following are some of the incidents that Tilda related in her own words of her early life: <br />
"I was born in Fort Gunnison, Sanpete County, Utah, the daughter of John and Christena Christensen, at two p.m. on Saturday, January 21, 1871. The Fort had been built as protection against the Indians. However, the raids were diminishing, and at this time, the people were building on lots further east that had been surveyed for a town. Father's lots were a mile from the Fort, located on Main Street, and had been planted to crops in the summer of 1870. On this Saturday morning, Mother went up to the town lots, got a sack of corn for the pigs, came home, scrubbed the floors, cleaned the house, and was ready for the event at two o'clock. <br />
"Father built a rock house on the town lots in 1872 and it was my home until I was married. <br />
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</tbody></table> "My first recollection of anything sad happening was the sickness and death of my oldest sister, Caroline Josephine, who was eight years older than I. She had typhoid fever, was sick for three weeks and passed away in October 1877. <br />
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"I was baptized in the Sanpitch River by my father on June 2, 1879. At that time, Fast Day was held on the first Thursday of the month, so Elder Hansen, father of my friend, Maria, confirmed me on June 5. <br />
"Travel was by ox team. In the winter time, father would hitch the ox team to the sleigh, place heated rocks or adobe bricks and straw in the bottom, and with heavy quilts over us, we'd be ready for the seven mile ride to Mayfield to visit mother's particular friend on December 1st, or First Day of Winter, as they called it. <br />
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"It was the job of my sister Emma and me to gather the eggs, take care of the chickens, and herd the cows. When feed was short, we drive the cows above town to graze on the brush. If they did not come home, it was up to us to go find them. In the fall, after the grain was harvested, we took the cows to the farm to herd. The nearest farm father owned was a mile from home, so we took our lunch and stayed for the day. We had to keep our cows on our own land and, as there were no fences, we were kept quite busy. We used to tell our younger sister Hannah about the good times we had. We told her that we had a way of getting to the farm without walking. When we started out in the morning, a car would meet us at the bottom of the hill. (We called it a car.) It had a platform and wheels. The cows would step on and away we would go to the farm, and at night it would bring us back. Hannah would watch for us at night, but we would always get the cows into the corral before she saw us. Finally, she got permission to go with us one day and of course, there was no car. We told her the car would not come if anybody was with us and that she was the cause of us having to walk. This was about 1879 and we had never heard of such a thing as a car or any vehicle going without horses or oxen to pull it. We did have imagination! <br />
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</tbody></table>"At the age of four, I attended my first school. It was held in a neighbor's home. A peddler came through Gunnison and Mother bought a book from him. It was a first reader, which I took to school and everybody used it. It was the only book in that school. At school, we had to furnish our own books and slates to write on. Sometimes we would get some brown wrapping paper and make it into books to draw maps on and to write some of the things we wished to keep. In addition, we had to pay tuition. The older children usually went in the wintertime after the farm work was done. Then in the spring when farm work started again, the younger children would to school. Often the teacher was crowded for time and would ask me to take the 'chart class.' <br />
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</tbody></table>"In the fall of 1890, my sister Minnie, brother John and I decided to go to school and made arrangements to go to the Sanpete Stake Academy at Ephraim. It was later known as Snow College. Minnie and John stayed until April Conference, but I stayed until school was out in May. I went to Provo to summer school, and then taught in Mayfield from January until June. I had all grades from beginners to Fifth Readers." (Mother kept a careful account of all her finances. Here are some entries while at Ephraim: October: Two photographs, $2.00; Slate, 15¢; Bible, 25¢; Set of bookkeeping books, 50¢. There are two entries for tuition: November 11: $3.00 and January 5, 1891, $4.00. There was a grand total of $17.95 for the term! -- David John Wasden) <br />
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"The amusements were mostly dancing. A dance was held every other Friday night. Sometimes a play would be staged to get finances to carry on. I think two winters the 'Home Dramatic Club' put on a play every other Friday night, alternating with the dances. It was the custom, in those days, to have an escort to the dances. A girl never thought of going to a dance without a partner. Sometimes a boy would take two or three girls to a dance and then each girl would dance with anyone who asked her. We were only allowed a certain number of round dances. The rest were quadrilles. Dances started at 7:00 p.m. and closed at midnight. We always had a good time.<br />
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</tbody></table>"The pioneer homes had to be self sufficient, not only in providing food but clothing as well. I never crocheted or knit a lot, but one summer my sister Emma and I had as our job herding cows on the hills outside Gunnison, so we took our knitting along like a couple of old ladies. I made several pairs of socks for brother John and several pairs of long hose for myself. Our hose all came well above the knee. We also made our own yarn. We washed and cleaned the wool and took it to people in Manti, fifteen miles away, who made it into rolls about two feet long. Then Mother spun the rolls into the yarn we used or into finer thread to be woven into cloth, the commonest being called 'linsey'. Mother had a large spinning wheel at which one had to stand and walk back and forth to operate. She used this one a great deal. She also had a small one she used on smaller amounts of yarn. It took so many knots to make a hank and then the yarn was washed and dyed. Some dyes were bought, but local material, such as the bloom of rabbit brush for yellow, was sought out and used. Then it was ready for knitting or, if for weaving, it was taken to a neighbor, Mrs. Harris, who had a loom and did much weaving. My most beautiful dress came from her loom. It was woven, one thread of red, and one thread of black, giving a small striped appearance that went around the dress. Mother brought the cloth home and I thought it was beautiful I liked it so much that she made my dress. She had no sewing machine, so it was all done by hand. I loved the dress and was so proud of it. It was my very best dress. <br />
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"Another job for the younger children in those early days was to glean the fields. The grain was cut with a cradle and bound by hand. The children gathered the stray heads that had been missed, putting them into sacks. All the grain was then taken to a threshing floor to be flailed out and winnowed." <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tilda Christena Christensen</td></tr>
</tbody></table>In 1887, Tilda obtained her parents' consent to go to Salt Lake City to do house work where three of her sisters were already working. The wage of $2.50 a week offered there seemed high compared with the local wage of one dollar. In addition to the regular housework at Gunnison, one was also expected to do the washing and ironing and any outside work that needed doing. Her brother John took her to Juab, some twenty-five miles distant, to take the train for the city. Altogether, she spent several years in Salt Lake, doing housework for various families. The wages seem to have come up some, as entries in a ledger after 1890 indicate a weekly wage of $3.50. There are entries indicating that money was sent home in $5.00 amounts and gifts were sent to a brother who was on a mission in Sweden. Here are some expenditures, evidently in 1893: March 15, dress, $2.80; April 8, oranges, 20¢; April 22, hat, $3.50. Stockings were listed from 20¢ to 35¢; a pair of gloves, $1.00; waist, 55¢ and corset cover, 75¢. There are entries for bananas for 10¢ and 40¢. Even in those day's weight seemed to be important to women. On one page is recorded Tilda's weight: June 6, 1891, 139 pounds. From there, it fluctuated down to 125 pounds in July 1896 and to a high of 143 lbs. on April 5, 1897. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Penrose Relief Society Tilda Wasden, President</td></tr>
</tbody></table>The lives of those early settlers in Utah were centered completely in their religion. It dominated all their activities. Throughout Tilda's life, from childhood on, the doctrines and teachings of the Latter-Day Saints were the impelling force to action. There was scarcely a time in her long life that she did not hold one or more offices in the various organizations of the Church. Before she reached her teens, she was Secretary in the Children's Primary. She served in the Sunday School, Relief Society, Primary and Mutual, variously as teacher, President, Secretary or in any capacity where she was needed. At the age of 88, she had a perfect attendance record in her Ward Relief Society. She was always ready and willing to give of her time and talent to help those who were sick and distressed. After moving to Wyoming, she assisted in some fifty births, many of them without the help of a doctor. <br />
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</div>On March 9, 1898, she became the wife of James B. Wasden at Manti, Utah. He left a week later for a two-year mission for the Church in the Southern States. She supported herself, during that time, with work at the L.D.S. Temple at Manti, where she had spent the two previous years. With what she was able to earn, the help of family and some minor contributions from friends, the mission was financed. The only money borrowed was for James' return railroad fare. <br />
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</tbody></table>Upon his return, they began the making of a home at Gunnison where their three oldest children, David John, Sofe Christine, and Brooks Fulton were born: In the winter of 1904-1905, they moved to Wyoming, settling at Penrose the next spring. Here four more children were born: Minnie Arrilla, Elna Tilda, James Orvil, and Lucinda. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cindy, Minnie, James Brooks, Tilda, Orvil and Edna</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Tilda always cooperated and tried to carry her full share of the load in raising the family of seven children. The first summer in the new home at Penrose, she was alone with the children while James was working in Yellowstone Park. There were other times when it was necessary for James to work away from home to provide for the family and Tilda had the responsibility of the home. The problems and aspirations of these two people were of mutual concern throughout their long life together. <br />
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In early May of 1954, she suffered a severe fall on the ice covered steps of her home. She was a long time recovering from this accident, and it was a contributing factor in the decision to sell the farm and move to Lovell where she was closer to medical help. In January 1962, she suffered a stroke, and while she recovered speech and mobility, her strength was greatly depleted. She passed away on the morning of July 3, 1962. <br />
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Funeral services were held at 10:00 a.m., July 5, 1962, in the Lovell L.D.S. Church with Bishop Scott M. Welch officiating. The pallbearers were six grandsons: Grant Wasden, Calvin Johnson, Stephen Blood, Verne House, Julian Sorenson, and Philip Wasden. Interment was in the Penrose cemetery. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Funeral Costs 1962 Tilda Wasden</td></tr>
</tbody></table> [Transcribed from writings of David J. Wasden, Cody, Wyoming - December 1966, by Philip A. Wasden] <br />
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First person: Son David Wasden and Grandson Philip Asay Wasden<br />
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Virtues: Faith, Hardship, Difficulty, Trials, Love, CharityGeorgiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18279465292498884320noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2479151463129193573.post-86341184489458239852010-11-01T19:01:00.000-07:002011-07-23T11:05:33.853-07:00Anna Sophia Olson Wasden <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anna Sophia Olson<br />
abt 16 years old in Denmark</td></tr>
</tbody></table> “Show me the manner in which a nation or a community takes care of its dead and I will measure with mathematical exactness the character of its people, their respect for the law of the land and their loyalty to high ideals.” –William Gladstone <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anna Sophia Olson Wasden</td></tr>
</tbody></table> <strong>Close of the Scipio Pioneer Cemetery</strong><br />
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"On January 21, 1894 a meeting was held to consider the propriety of closing the old graveyard for interments. The ward has the title to it I having got it from Brother Croft last summer." - Thomas Memmott, Vol. 1, page 182 (1/21/1894)<br />
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Picture taken by Phil Wasden 8/7/2006</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Today, 11-27-07, I helped install a beautiful memorial marker in the Scipio Pioneer Cemetery. I feel a peaceful "closure" to memorializing great-grandmother Anna Sophia Jensen Olson Wasden and her twin-son, Peter. The marker is located next to her brother-in-law, Frederick Wasden. Eighty-two people were buried before the Cemetery was closed in 1894. Over the years, residual numbers have been added by way of spouse and family members. Only a few have a marker of any kind to identify the deceased. Rocks, bottles, and boards are used to indicate where "someone" may be buried. Only a few have a marker with an inscription of any kind. A large portion of the graves are "unmarked." For over one hundred and thirty-seven years, Anna Sophia and her son Peter, have laid in unmarked graves in a sadly neglected Scipio Pioneer Cemetery. I suppose that a flat rock inscribed with her information using a SharpieÔ marker, lobbed into the Cemetery, would satisfy the basic requirements for a memorial. I determined to undertake this project without jeopardizing my level of support to any other obligations. Should you be in the Scipio area, visit the Pioneer Cemetery and ponder some of the stalwart pioneers buried there particularly, Anna Sophia and Peter. Whether anyone visits or not, they will be remembered!<br />
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I love you more! <br />
Dad, Grandpa, Uncle, and Phil<br />
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Dear Dad & Mother,<br />
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It sounds as though you are pretty busy with church work, harvesting and entertaining relatives.<br />
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We've been pretty busy too. Russ has been a carpenter and a farmer. I've been shocking and stacking oats for over a week now. Minnie is canning and drying apples.<br />
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They have created some road work in this state for the unemployed and the out-of -work men in each county are to make application. The money was let on Aug. 23. Board will be no more than 75(cents) a day. Skilled labor will draw 60 (cents) per hour and unskilled labor 40 (cents). They're using as little machinery as possible to give jobs to single hands and horses. Russ and I applied about a week ago. of course we're both skilled laborers. Russell at cooking and I at fresnoing. I told the secretary I'd done done everything on the road. I'd really rather be a flunkey than fresno hand because it's not so monotonous and a flunkey works every day, rain or shine. I'll take what I can get tho.<br />
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We went down to Conference yesterday. You should have seen the crowd that was turned away. Apostle Ballard, Sisters Hogan and Hart were here, besides some people from Denver. I expect the old skinflints who refused to donate on the stake tabernacle were joyous to see people turned and a lot of them held down the softest seats in the hall. Last nite was the Mutual session. The Gleaner chorus sang and did a real job of it. Golden Welch was conducting.<br />
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Hattie or Charlie manage everything around here but the dances. Old Man alcohol sometimes manages them. "The Way to Perfection" is used here.<br />
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The Penrose Branch Relief Society exhibit was highly complimented after Russ had made most of the things. It was an ideal reading center.<br />
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Take care of yourselves and maybe Santa Claus will come son. Good luck,<br />
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