Showing posts with label history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label history. Show all posts

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Germany and a Bavarian Castle

Tower of the Castle in Southern Germany  Personal photo REK
After a short trip through Austria recently, we arrived in the dark at the quaint town of Garmisch, Germany. The attached town of Partenkirchen boasts of fascinating art and murals. Both towns rest quietly at the foot of the Bavarian Alps in the Werdenfelser Valley. Historic buildings, architecture, monuments and so much more line the cobblestone streets.

We stayed at The Edelweiss Lodge, which is specifically for veterans of foreign wars. Since we arrived on Halloween night, several decorated pumpkins greeted us. It was a very warm and welcoming resort.

The lodge is named after the Edelweiss flower. The legend goes that a young Bavarian couple were hiking through mountains where Alpine peaks pierced the blue skies. They walked through blooming wildflowers of many colors. On an exposed cliff, the young man spotted a white flower with felt-like petals. Showing his bravery, yet ignoring his own safety, he plucked the flower. It was his ultimate love charm from the Alps to gift to his lovely lady. Since then, the Edelweiss flower has been the inspiration for music, stories and folklore throughout the Alps. The flower is also known for its healing abilities.

After a good night’s sleep, we were anxious to explore the area. We jumped in our van and drove to the amazing Eibsee Lake at the base of the Zugspitze peak admiring reflections on the glassy water.

During the winter, this area is packed with serious skiers. Sledding, snowboarding, paragliding and hiking are available during the various seasons. Horse and carriages are ready to take you around town at your bidding.

We chose to spend the rest of our day at the Royal Residence Hohenschwangau Castle, once home to King Ludwig II. While waiting for our tour, we enjoyed the colorful foliage surrounding the former residence.

The castle has 300 stairs most of which we personally ascended or descended. We heard the history of King Ludwig II on handsets the recordings of which were available in several languages. As we were escorted through the castle, history was shared about each room. We were unable to take pictures, but believe me, it was extraordinary.
Just a bit about King Ludwig. Born on August 25, 1845 to Crown Prince Maximilian of Bavaria and Princess Marie of Prussia, he spent his childhood at the Hoehenschwangau Castle with his mother and only brother Otto. He loved German legends, artistically displayed on the walls of his home. He developed a romantic outlook on life worshipping the forests near the castle and he was considered an introvert. He loved poetry and drama, escaping into a world where everything was beautiful and noble.

At age 16 Ludwig experienced Richard Wagner’s opera, “Lohengrin”, which was perhaps the beginning of his downfall. He collected all publications and compositions created by Wagner. When Max II died in 1864, Ludwig became King of Bavaria at the age of 18. He had very little contact with the world and very little knowledge about politics. He did not work well together with his cabinet.

Shortly after the beginning of his reign, Ludwig invited his favorite composer Richard Wagner for a meeting. He offered a chance for Wagner to immortalize his works for future generations. Their friendship grew and was mutually beneficial, at least for a while. Ludwig II created a Music School and new opera house. Those around the King considered Wagner a revolutionary. He was compared to a plague and rumors circulated that he exploited the King.

Under force, Ludwig II yielded to pressure and asked Wagner to leave Bavaria. The king had no love interests, but his only friendship was with his cousin Elisabeth, Empress of Austria. Engaged, but never married, he retreated again to his beloved Alps. He visited Richard Wagner in Switzerland and on his return Parliament demanded war against Prussia.

Ludwig threw himself into rebuilding extravagant castles. Meantime, Germany was busy taking over Europe. The embittered ing seldom went out in public and became known as the Fairy Tale King or Swan King. In a single generation, the huge fortune amassed by his family over 800 years was gone. A conspiracy developed, doctors were bribed and the King was declared insane. A commission from Munich stripped him of his crown and freedom. His death is mysterious as he was found in a lake near his castle.

After our visit to the castle, we enjoyed some local food. I returned with a new appreciation of the beauty to be found in Southern Germany and hope to return again.

Friday, November 20, 2015

The Magic of Italy

Over Too Soon!

Before the Paris attacks, we spent three splendid weeks in Europe. It all feels like a dream, but it did happen. With my deepest sympathy to those who are currently suffering, I would like to make a record of where we traveled and my impressions before I forget.

Our main reason for going to Italy was to be with our son and his family for his promotion in his vocation. We were so happy for this opportunity to be with them, and since we had not traveled there before, it was even more exciting.

Exploring Italy

It was intriguing to us that we could travel to four countries in four days, by car, bus and train. This miraculous feat included Italy, Austria, Germany and the Vatican. We only had so much time when our son could travel with us.

Exploring Italy would take years, but the parts we visited were mesmerizing. In the small town where we stayed, even the birds were very impressive.They were plentiful and sang beautiful melodies I was not familiar with. The bells in nearby churches were rung every hour. When it was time for prayer, they were rung for a lengthened time. I tried to count to see how many tolls, but they were never the same. 

Culture and Food

Mountains in all their majesty formed the backdrop for this lazy little town in Northern Italy. No need to rush here. Old men visited on the street corners. Markets opened around 9 and closed at 1:00 so the workers could take a nap. Then they would reopen around 3:00 and closed when the sun set.

Several restaurants offered Italian favorites, with some of my favorites, ravioli, tortellini, pizza and much more. All the food was hand made, so we were prepared to wait a while and visit as is customary in Italy. It was definitely worth the wait. I especially enjoyed the pumpkin soup and artichoke pizza. 

Gelato and croissants

A tiny local shop boasted yummy gelato. My first choice was tiramisu, then pistachio, hazelnut and pumpkin. It was made daily and served with pride. The owner was very accommodating to our boisterous group.

During our time in Italy, I became addicted to their croissants. Hence, I gained a bit of weight, but not to worry, as I returned to my regular diet when I returned home. We also feasted on lasagna, omelettes, spaghetti and bread sticks (not like the logs we were used to) dipped in olive oil and vinegar. 

Hills and Dales

Very narrow roads wound through small towns. At times you had to pull over to let the other car advance. Buildings were built nearly touching the roads, so you had to be very alert while driving. I was surprised at how well the roads were kept, even though some were minuscule. There was no garbage on the side of the road. Eventually I discovered that most of the roads have a toll gate, so every so often you would have to stop and pay a toll for using it.

Italy was covered with rows of grape vines, even in the smallest of lots. Also, olive trees were plentiful. As a windbreaker, taller trees were planted in rows and became part of the splendid scenery. Rarely did we see a flat terrain. Hills and dales with occasional rivers and mountains made up the geography. Plentiful sheep and cows dotted the land. 

History

As we made our way towards the middle of Italy, our son educated us on some of the customs, traditions and regional differences. Italy is considered in the top ten world economies, yet it still stays true to its agricultural heritage.

Not only does it include snowy peaks of the Alps, and small islands in the Mediterranean, but each region has a distinct dialect. World renown brands are recognized throughout the world, including Fiat, Armani, Pirelli, Olivetti among others. Italy is a fairly young country, becoming a unified nation in 1861. Prior to that it has been split between warring countries who attempted to dominate it. The Roman Empire claimed Italy in the 2nd century B.C. and is a big influence still today. Before that, the First Greek colonists reached Italy followed by the rise of the Etruscans.
Christianity was a big influence in Italy, with popes and emperors fighting over who should be in charge for five long centuries.

Venice

The first weekend we were in Italy, we traveled by car to Venice. No cars are allowed on the land, so we parked our car and walked for miles. With our son leading the way, we attempted to keep up. He had made me buy “appropriate” walking shoes before we left, and I was truly grateful for them and the steroid shot I had in my knee before we left the states.
The evening we had in Venice was truly magical. There was a full moon and the water was like glass. Only ripples from the gondolas and water taxis were evident. It was our wedding anniversary and my son wanted to make it special for us. What more could we ask for? We had a ride on a gondola with our four grandchildren as our son and his wife waited on shore. 

Ancient homes flanked the canals, in a variety of colors and shapes. It made for a photographers dream. I attempted to get pictures of the buildings and in particular the people of Italy. Couples embracing, people walking their dogs, an old man reading his paper on his veranda, and too many more to count. Every one we met was pleasant and accommodating.

The lights had just come on and reflected in the water as did the houses and businesses. Afterwards, our son took us to a little restaurant with tables adjacent to the canal. I dined on tortellini and salad. It was delicious. A little old man came with roses and tried to sell them to my husband, as if he somehow knew it was our anniversary. I accepted one red rose as the owner of the restaurant chased away the vendor. We all returned home full of memories that would last a lifetime.

I will continue our journeys in upcoming articles. Stay tuned.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

My Incredible Great Grandmother, Mary Ann Knopp

Mary Ann Knopp, Niels Heber Anderson and their large family.My grandmother is on the back row right in the middle
  Mary Ann Knopp was the second child and the oldest daughter of Jens Englehardt Johansen Knopp and Anna Jacobsen, born 17 September, 1870 in Moroni, Utah. 
    As far as we know, mother received the regular grade school education that was available in Moroni in the 1870s and 80s.  She probably attended school in the first school building that was
built in Moroni. This was a square building which was built in the year 1863. This building still stands and is used as a family dwelling at the present time (1980), and is located at 90 Duck
Springs Drive, Moroni, Utah.
    In 1883 a log school room was built in Moroni and was erected on the ground just north of where the present Lincoln Elementary School building is located.  Mother may have attended this "Log School Room", since she would have been 13 years old the year it was erected.
    Mother was married to Niels Heber Anderson in the Manti Temple at Manti, Utah on the 22nd of November 1888 by Daniel H. Wells who was the first president of the Manti Temple. Mother had just turned 18 the 17th of September and her husband was 24 the 27th of September.
    According to a family tradition, some older man approached mother's parents and proposed a polygamous marriage with their daughter, Mary Ann. To this proposal grandmother Knopp firmly objected. It would appear from this incident that Anna Jacobsen Knopp was not a staunch supporter of the practice of polygamy. Mother never had much opportunity to serve in church offices because of the many responsibilities resting upon her as wife and mother of a large family. Apparently the only official position she ever held was that of Relief Society visiting teacher.  She and Maria J. Morley, a neighbor lady, were companions who very faithfully made monthly visits to the families assigned to them. Sister Morley, speaking in mother's funeral, said that they had a 100% record of visits and that mother always had a meaningful contribution to give during each lesson presentation in the homes. Mother was always very busy with numerous responsibilities and work that naturally resulted from caring for a family of twelve children.  There really was little time to be spent outside of the home after present family needs were satisfied. All of her children grew to be respected citizens of the communities in which they lived.  All have been successful in raising families of their own.  This is the greatest service one can give to mankind and is likewise the greatest tribute that can be given to another. President Harold B. Lee said, "The most important of the Lord's work that you will do will be the work you do within the walls of your own home" (Strengthening the Home (pamphlet, 1973, p.7).
    Mother learned from experience that if one intends to keep a secret one must tell no one, otherwise it is no longer a secret.  This bit of wisdom was reinforced one time when she happened to make a statement to one of her friends that another neighbor was  constantly borrowing a little flour, or sugar, or something else, and never or very seldom returned the borrowed item.  It was but a very short time after making this statement until the friend had informed the borrowing neighbor that Mary Anderson was unhappy because she never returned that which was borrowed.  It was a long time before this rift in a long standing friendship was healed. Mother was very sorry about the situation and this experience was one of the reasons why she told her children that "if you want to keep a secret, you tell no one, for when you tell another person, you no longer have a secret."
    One challenge that soon comes to the attention of young, new parents is the matter of disciplining children.  Mother raised twelve children, and therefore, she was looked upon as an authority on the subject of disciplining children by her married daughters. Mother never gave them a pattern for disciplining children nor a set of rules one might apply to a given situation.  All she would ever say was that in administering discipline one must be firm  If you make a promise you must keep it.  By this she meant that an offense today brings punishment today, and not at a later day or on another occasion.  Unacceptable behavior must always be considered as unacceptable and dealt with in the same firm manner each time it occurs.  Her philosophy was that if you make a promise of certain behavior as being unacceptable and would result in certain consequences that you must keep your word.  This is a basic principle and if applied consistently produces beneficial results. Mother was never one to use the rod or to lecture long and loud when one of her children misbehaved. Proper instruction was given at the appropriate time and the desired behavior carefully explained so that there was no possibility of the child not understanding what was expected of him.  If, after this instruction had been given, there was a continuation of the unacceptable behavior, mother had a way of taking one by the arm and pinching the bicep muscle in such a manner as to cause one to walk "turkey" for a short distance. Any of her children can bear testimony that her method was effective and produced good results.
    "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares." (Hebrews 13:2)  I do not know if mother ever fed an angel, but I do know that a hungry person was never turned unfed from her door.  Every spring and sometimes in the fall, hobos would pass through our area. Their stopping  place was an old sugar beet dump which was located just a short distance south of our home.  There were often hungry and always in need of water.  Almost all of them came to our home for water and often asked for a little something to eat.  Mother always gave them food to satisfy their needs. I remember one time when she had invited one of them into the house where he was fed at the kitchen table and how she scrubbed the chair after he was gone.  They were certainly not the cleanest of persons and mother was right in carefully washing everything involved in the meal. Their wants and needs were always willingly supplied in as much as mother could supply them.
    It always hurt mother to see food wasted. Perhaps this annual exposure to hunger and want, and abject poverty kept the importance of food uppermost in her consciousness.  She has been heard to say many times "waste not, want not."  This is a principle people today might well accept and apply in their own lives and within the family.
    One of her neighbors often times was next to destitute of the common necessities of life and knew that a little flour or sugar could be obtained from mother.  No matter who the person in need might be, mother was always willing to supply that need if it was within her power to do so.  Never was a person ever turned away hungry from her door.
    "Follow the Brethren" is not just an idle slogan or just a catchy bit of rhetoric, but a very basic principle of the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. Mother learned of it early in life and
made its observance a part of her guiding philosophy of life. A number of happenings bear this out.
    At the age of 29, mother undertook the operation of the little family farm to support her husband on a two year mission for the Church with the help of six little children, the oldest three being girls of 10, 8 and 6 years of age.  Heber, the only boy, was four years old.  In addition to these four children there were twin girls who were just under one year of age, having been born the 13th of June 1899.  How she accomplished this herculean task is hard for us to understand.  Faith we are told moves mountains, and mother certainly had a tremendous mountain to move.  As we look back upon it now, we sense, perhaps vaguely, the magnitude of the undertaking and experience a flood of respect and admiration for our mother and grandmother whose heroic faith in support of the priesthood in the family during this two year period at the beginning of the twentieth century fills our hearts with pride and thanksgiving.
    Father later acquired a small flock of sheep, the care of which for a number of years required him to spend some time during the winter months on the west desert.  Whenever father was away on this occasions, mother presided over the family and conducted the morning and evening devotionals regularly.  In the absence of father, mother always conducted the morning and evening prayer service and saw to it that some member of the family expressed thanks for their food and offered a blessing upon it before each meal.
    Honesty was a natural ingredient of mother's personality. This great principle was taught to all of her children, not only by precept, but by example.  Jim often told of the time when his older brothers and their friends had carefully laid plans to enjoy some peas from a neighbor's pea patch but would not allow him to go along because he was too little and too young.  He told mother
of their plans and as a result just as the boys were about to embark upon their excursion to the neighbor's pea patch, mother appeared upon the scene and took her sons home.  This experience
was an excellent opportunity to teach the principle of honesty.  Mother seemed to recognize teaching moments in the life of her children and quietly and effectively used each one to teach or to emphasize some principle of the gospel.
    I do not remember of mother publicly bearing her testimony, but every day of her life was a living testimony of her belief in Jesus Christ and in His gospel plan of life.  Contention is of the
devil, the scriptures tell us and mother would not allow quarreling or even friendly scuffling among her children.  There were no lectures or formal instruction the the matter, as I recall.  Each
of the children somehow instinctively knew that contention was displeasing to mother and out of love and respect for her feelings, such behavior was never indulged in by her children in her
presence.
    She was a peacemaker in the neighborhood.  One of her means of helping to create a peaceful spirit in the community was to listen attentively to the neighbor's complaints or hurts, real or otherwise, give consolation or comfort as needed, and then never breath a word of what she hear to another soul. This method created perfect confidence and respect for her on the part of all the neighbors and friends. They knew that they could confide in Mary Anderson in full confidence.
    She was a lover of peace but fully recognized that sometimes and under some circumstances a person must stand firm and defend the right.  This was illustrated beautifully when she discovered that her son, Jim, had not learned that sometimes one must defend one's principles of right.  One of the older neighborhood boys was giving Jim a bad time at school and Jim was following mother's instructions about not fighting to the letter until one day mother discovered that Jim was being chased home by the neighborhood bully. This was a teaching moment when her son should be taught the other side of the peacemaker coin.  She told Jim if he did not give the bully a beating she was going to beat him. That was all the encouragement Jim needed. He was never chased home again by anyone at any time.  Mother was not a one sided idealist, but was practical in the application of the great Christian principles in daily life. "Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen." (Hebrews 11:1)  This great principle when applied to mother helps to explain many things in her life.  She demonstrated an abundance of this power when she accepted the responsibility of providing food, clothing and health needs for six children all of them under 10 years of age for a two year period while her husband answered the call to fill a two year mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. In addition to caring for the children, she accepted the responsibility of providing the financial needs of her husband for two years while on his mission in Missouri and Kansas.  The way she was to accomplish all of this was by operating a small farm, milking cows, tending pigs and chickens, etc.
    Her faith was tested when sickness came to the children, when one of the twins became seriously ill while her husband was sharing the gospel with the people in Missouri in the early part of the year 1902. Perhaps it was her faith and prayer that caused her husband to pour out his heart to the Lord to send someone bearing the priesthood to his home to rebuke the power of the evil one and bless his family.  The answer came in the person of George W. Jolley who arose from his bed and came to her home in the middle of the night, and by the power of the priesthood and in the name of Jesus Christ rebuked the disease and restored the health of the stricken child.
    Perhaps it was mother's faith that preserved the health of her twelve children and protected them from accident and serious injury, and preserved their lives until they all arrived at
adulthood and became parents in their own right.
    How many times was she inspired to teach a valuable lesson or to give a bit of important counsel, or to warn of possible danger at sundry times during the many years of raising her twelve children and five additional grandchildren.
    Mother was an excellent homemaker.  The house was always clean and orderly.  The beds were always made, the rooms swept and dusted, and the dishes always washed and put in place in the cupboard.  Mother never sat idle, there was always some chore she could be doing as she sat for a while resting from the strenuous tasks of the day. One of these chores was to darn the holes in the menfolk's socks.  Mother extended the life and usefulness of many a pair of socks by skillfully mending the holes.  She could fill the hole with a darning cotton so perfectly that the mend never made the foot sore or even red.  So perfect was the mend that one never felt the darn.  It would be interesting to know how many pairs of stockings she saved by her ability to mend the holes.
    Mother was a faultless laundress. A shirt must nave no wrinkles. The collar, front, and cuffs must be flawlessly starched and pressed, and indeed they always were. All of her sons on
numerous occasions were complimented on the perfectly ironed shirt they were wearing. This she achieved without the use of faultless starch and the light weight electric steam irons of today.  Until the last years of her life the flat irons she used were the ones with a detachable handle and heated on the top of a coal burning kitchen stove. One wonders what she would have thought of the no iron permanent press fabrics of today.  Every now and then whenever the need arose for a new quilt, a fleece of wool with fine, long fibers would be saved at shearing time and be brought home for processing into wool batts for a quilt. Mother would wash the wool in a number two wash tub in the back yard.  This was a long, smelly, tedious process. She would wash and rinse and wash again and again until all of the natural oil of the wool and the dirt was washed away.  When this was completed she would card the wool into what was called wool batts. They were fluffy white light rolls of wool about two or three inches in diameter by about ten or twelve inches in length.  She would sit and card wool at times between the daily routine duties of the day or in the evening after the regular daily activities were completed until she had enough wool batts to make a quilt.
    For years mother made all of the laundry soap used in the wash.  The fat from the butchered hogs was saved and during the summer month, mother would boil it in a black number two wash tub over an open fire in the back yard.  Lye had to be added and the grease or fat, water and lye had to be boiled until the liquid would float a small potato.  The mixture when properly cooked would be removed from the fire and allowed to cool in the tub. After the soap cooled it would be cut into small squares and placed on boards to cure in the sun. When cured the bars would be put into boxes or small sacks and stored for use during future wash days.
    Father raised porkers for the family meat supply. The butchering was done in the winter time and three or four hogs would be dressed out at one time.  Mother received the responsibility for
taking care of the meat.  Father would trim the shoulders and hams for smoking and salting, and when they were ready they were buried or stored in the wheat bins in the granary, thus a year's supply of bread stuff and meat was always on hand.
    Mother's work in connection with the pork was to wash and clean the entrails for making casings for sausages.  When these were all filled, the excess sausage was made into patties, cooked and sealed in quart fruit jars for future use.  This was a big project but mother was very efficient in her work and never complained.  She seemed to be pleased with the food storage and the assurance that she could feed the family for another year.
    Mother was an excellent cook. She very seldom followed a recipe to the letter.  She would say the proof of the pudding was in the eating of it.  She baked six or eight loaves of bread every
day except Sundays for many years.  Her bread was always perfect. It is no wonder that none of her children really enjoy baker's bread to this day because it could never come a close second to
her delicious home made loaves.  Many a time her grandchildren would line up to be given slices of her delicious bread covered with rich cream and sugar.  She made delicious cake and pie.  One of her favorite pies was sour cream.  Marie Callendar makes a good sour cream raisin pie but it cannot compare with the one mother made.  Sweet rolls and raisin filled cookies were other specialties she liked to make.  She loved to cook and bake and was a master at it.
    Mother never liked guns.  She was not fanatical nor adamant regarding them, but she definitely preferred not to have them in the house.  There were probably two incidents in the life of the
family which contributed to her feelings towards guns.  One evening her first born son, Niels Heber Jr., was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the front room, as it was referred to by members of the family.  He was toying with a .22 caliber small pistol in his overall pocket when the gun accidentally discharged. No one was injured but one of the children who was playing on the kitchen floor could have been or Heber could have shot himself in the leg or foot.  Fortunately neither of these possibilities happened.
    The other incident involved her husband who happened to be present along with Bill Brewer and Scott Bruno at the shooting of Sheriff James Burns on Reader's Ridge back of the Horse Shoe Mountain on the 26th of November 1894.  The lives of these three men who were the only witnesses to the murder were threatened by the murderers. Father spent considerabe time both in the wintertime and during the summer away from home with the sheep and carried a "Six Shooter" for years after the murder and mother no doubt was concerned during the time of year when father was away with the sheep.  Whatever the cause, mother did not like to see a gun or have one in the house. Mother died February 6, 1953 at her home after a short illness. We were most grateful that mother did not suffer but a very few days before she was called home to continue her labors on the other side of the veil.

Written by George M. Anderson, my uncle

Saturday, June 27, 2015

Picture Brides of Hawaii

In the early 1900s many immigrant men were recruited to work on the sugar cane plantations in Hawaii on temporary visas. Rather than intermarry, a match making organization sent pictures of these men home to recruit willing women to be their wives, and to help on the plantations. These were known as the picture brides.

Between the years of 1907 and 1924, more than 20,000 young Korean, Japanese and Okinawan women made the journey to Hawaii to be married in joint wedding ceremonies.

Photography had modernized the arranged-marriage tradition that began with matchmakers or with families who arranged face-to-face meetings to join their youth in matrimony. Now they could introduce prospective couples who lived miles apart or even across the ocean.

However, often pictures of younger and more handsome men were sent in order to make the girls more willing to travel the long distance. When they found they were "tricked into it", the girls often had no way out, since there was no money to pay their long way back home.

Most of the girls came from very poor families and were promised a better life. They were told that in Hawaii they would have freedoms denied them in their home countries. Historically, they were bound to traditions of filial piety (support and care of parents), carrying out sacrifices to ancestors, ensuring male heirs, and other burdens and expectations.

Often they had mass wedding ceremonies held at the dock or in a hotel shortly after the ship's arrival. On average, the men were 15 years older than the brides. Many of the men had put on suits or posed with a car and a nice house to attract the women, but when the women faced reality, they were very disappointed at the crude plantation quarters and sad living conditions.

Most of them did not want their families to know of their misfortunes, so they raised families and taught them traditions instilled in them from their homelands. Many of the picture brides ended up working long hours on the sugar cane plantations. Even though the women did similar jobs to the men on the plantations, they were paid considerably less. Some even strapped their babies on their backs and worked alongside their husbands. Some women left the fields and took in laundry or cooking for bachelors or wealthy families.They did all this to avoid bringing shame on their families back home.

For those picture brides who were abused, disillusioned or could not adjust to their new lifestyle, the Women's Home Mission Society provided temporary shelter as they waited and worked to go back home. Some husbands offered rewards for those that could find and return their pictures brides. Because of many of the problems caused through these practices, the picture bride process took on a negative reputation. It is interesting that it still continues from many countries today.

Woman's Typical Work Day on the Plantation (1910)

4:00 am          Women wake to prepare breakfast & lunch

5:00 am          Whistle! Wake-up 

6:00 am          Gather at train or walk to field

11:00 am         Whistle! Lunch (kaukau)

11:30am          Whistle! Kaukau finished (pau) go back to work

4:30 pm          Whistle! Pau Hana 

                        Go to furo/bath

                        Fix dinner

                        Garden, sew & other family care

8:00 pm          Whistle! Lights Out 

                        Continue family care activities as necessary

Thursday, January 15, 2015

History and Art in Utah Fairview Museum

A Sentimental Journey
I recently went on a sentimental journey with my father to Sanpete County in Utah. He wanted to drive to where he was born, raised, married and worked. My husband came along, and we taped my father as he recalled places, dates and people who had influenced him through his life. Mother passed away a few years ago, and my father often thinks about her and the relationship they had.

We began our journey in Orem, where my father now resides. He has lived there since I was four years old, so nearly sixty years ago. I must have made this trip from Orem to Sanpete County hundreds of times during my life. But, as I age, I notice different things. The mountains really impressed me this time, with their freshly fallen snow. It was a beautiful sunny day with blue sky and moderate temperatures.

We stayed on Utah's Heritage Highway I-89 for the first half of our trip and returned on I-15. Founded in 1859, nestled at the northern end of historic, pastoral Sanpete Valley, Fairview is the gateway to Huntington-Eccles Canyons National Scenic byway, I-31. We spent several fun summers up in the Fairview Canyon with my grandparents.

There is a museum in Fairview, housed in two imposing buildings; the 100 year old stone, former school (where my father attended all of grade school), and the Heritage building and more contemporary Horizon Building. This museum is a real treasure. It contains ninety works by the artist Dr. Avard T. Fairbanks.

Mammoths once roamed Sanpete County, Utah

A Life-size cast replica of a skeleton unearthed in 1988, 18 miles east of Fairview at Huntington Reservoir is a Columbian Mammoth. The discovery of this forerunner of our modern elephant, was hidden in the earth for 15,000 years. It has been preserved well. There are also hand carved and crafted historical coaches and carriages. American folk artist Lyndon Graham, is one of the founders of the museum and created many of the displays.

The Museum Mission

1. is to preserve pioneer and historical artifacts, histories and cultural collections
2. to provide an outlet for creative talent
3. to be an educational center and a source for wonder and vision.

The Museum Goals are

1. to build a strong and stable endowment
2. to create and improve exhibits and cultural exhibitions
3. to improve collections management, and 3) to further develop museum buildings.

Meeting My Relatives

As my father took us through the Fairview Museum of History and Art, there were many pictures on the wall of citizens in the area. He remembered many names, and some of them were our relatives who came from Scotland, and came to receive religious freedom and settled many of the little towns in Sanpete County. My grandfather used to be the mayor of Fairview. He also helped to build many buildings and other structures in the town.

The Museum is open year-round Monday through Saturday 10 am to 6 pm. It is located at 85 North 100 East, P.O. Box 157 Fairview, Utah 84629. You don't expect to see a quality museum in a tiny town like Fairview, but here it is for all to enjoy.

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Friday, December 26, 2014

The Quorum of the Twelve Before They Were Called: Richard G. Scott

Richard G. Scott serves as an Apostle for the Quorum of the Twelve for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. But did you know that as a kid, his parents trusted him and his brothers to fix the family car? They once put a caboose whistle on the exhaust manifold as a joke (“Richard G. Scott”). In this biography of Richard G. Scott, read about how he came to learn and love the gospel, the influence of his beloved wife, and his faithfulness to the Church.

Learning, Following, and Teaching the Gospel

Something Was Missing

Richard G. Scott was not raised in a home that was active in the gospel. His father wasn’t a member of the Church, and his mother was inactive. However, his parents did instill good values and character in their children. Richard’s home teachers and ward leaders encouraged him to attend church. However, he admits that he sometimes did so reluctantly.

http://lds.net/blog/faith/people/lds-church-leadership/biography-of-richard-g-scott/?utm_content=bufferc7132&utm_medium=social&utm_source=plus.google.com&utm_campaign=buffer#.VJ4d7ANBA

Friday, May 2, 2014

Fairview Museum of History and Art in Utah


A Sentimental Journey I recently went on a sentimental journey with my father to Sanpete County in Utah. He wanted to drive to where he was born, raised, married and worked. My husband came along, and we taped my father as he recalled places, dates and people that had influenced him through his life. Mother passed away a few years ago, and my father often thinks about her and the relationship they had.



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Monday, April 7, 2014

The Reign of Rice in Hawaii

One of the most important staples in Hawaii is rice. Due to the diversity of cultures that have made Hawaii their home, rice continues to be included in home cooking, picnics, and restaurants. But, at one time there were rice fields all over the islands, and rice was exported to the mainland USA. Today, no traces remain of the once richly farmed rice paddies in Hawaii.

http://elayne001.hubpages.com/hub/The-Reign-of-Rice-in-Hawaii

Saturday, April 5, 2014

The True Beginning of the Hula

Today, the hula is associated with a dance often including long mu’umu’us, grass skirts and leis as a form of entertainment at a dinner or show. That is only a minute part of the whole picture. In its earliest forms, the hula was a form of worship performed in a temple in honor of the Gods, and under the direction of a priest.

http://elayne001.hubpages.com/hub/The-True-Beginnings-of-the-Hula

Monday, March 31, 2014

Annexation of The Hawaiian Islands

Truth or Fiction?

To those of us who are fairly new to Hawaii, we have to more or less learn for ourselves about the so-called injustices that were done to the “Native Hawaiian” people. We get a sense that something happened when we hear of recent assaults by locals on militarypersonnel or tourists. But the stories are veiled since they are not particularly a draw for the tourists that keep the state economy from folding.
Upon further investigation, I found many biased pieces of revisionist history providing selected historical facts, together with dubious interpretations, half-truths, and falsehoods, carefully choreographed and narrated to support different theories. My suspicion is that whatever has been written regarding the annexation of Hawaii is false or badly twisted. Also I have found that some persons who have degrees and so-called expertise apparently get away with intentional historical malpractice.http://elayne001.hubpages.com/hub/Annexation-of-The-Hawaiian-Islands