(2672.) EVAN TAYLOR (1032.) (364.) (72.) (10.) (2.) (1.):
b. 25-10mo-1845, Surry Co., NC.; d. 17-4mo-1925, Payson Utah; m. in Mt. Airy, Surry Co., NC., 31-3mo-1867, to JARMELIA SCOTT, d/o Jarrot and Permelia (Thomas). Scott ; b.9mo-1847, Davidson Co., NC.; d. 19-3mo-1916, Salem, Utah.CH: (4699.) Luey Ann; (4700.) Minerva Adeline ; (4701.) Walter Evan; (4702.) John Wesley; (4703.) Nettie Levina ; (4704.) Adar May. (R117).
Is #2672 in the Hiatt-Hiett book of genealogy:
In writing the story of my father's life, my source of information will be the family records and my own memory - Nettie T Christensen-
My father, Evan Taylor, was born Oct. 25, 1845 at Mt. Airy, Surry Co. NC. He was the 7th child of a family of 11 children whose parents were James Taylor and Nancy Hiatt. Two years ago (1935) when I made a trip to NC in search of genealogies, I was privileged to go to the old Taylor homestead where my father was born, and although the house had been removed, I was thrilled to stand on the spot and view the landscape. The old apple and cherry trees which stood behind the house are still standing, and they surely look to be nearly the hundred years that they are. The farm is nestled in and around large clusters of pine and quaking asp trees. It was here that my father learned to work, the usual farm work - caring for animals, plowing, sowing, and reaping. The chief crop was tobacco. The farms were small and it was necessary for those who owned them to plant the crops that produced the most money in order to have enough to provide for the family. Even though he was in this environment, he didn't form the habit of using tobacco. I was always proud of him for that. The farmland was all rolling hills and in small valleys. In all the years that have passed since my father left there, the trees and shrubbery have not been removed from more than half the land. There are many beautiful hillsides and streams of water in the valleys. I imagine my father with his friends spent many happy hours together when they were not working. Father had a cheerful disposition but a quick temper if things provoked him, and even with that he was soon laughing and joking again. He had lots of friends. I have heard him and mother tell about the young folks in the neighborhood getting together at someone's home and spend the time singing and dancing - not the music of someone's orchestra, but to a violin or banjo or guitar, and that was the music. Sometimes they would get together at a "husking bee" after the crops were "carried in" as they called it. The crowds would husk all the corn and put it in large bins ready to take to the grist mill, here it would be ground into corn meal to make bread. There was very little wheat readied, so corn bread was the staff of life. They used to have happy times at the "husking bees" at the close of which they would all be served with chicken dinner and "johnnie cake". Father's schooling was the winter months of two or three years. Even though the time in the school room was short, he learned to read well; also write and figure well enough to take care of his business and financial affairs. When the Civil War broke out, father was not old enough to go as he was fifteen; neither did he want to go. He always had a desire for peace, and because his home was in the South, he would have had to fight for the thing he was opposed to. He didn't think it was right to have slaves. Near the close of the war, however, he was drafted into service. He went with a heavy heart, but fortunately the last battle was fought just before he reached the firing lines. We couldn't ever think of him as one who would shirk his duty, but rather as one who was willing to serve, even against his honest convictions. I should like to have been there when the courting days were on. There were no cars to take the girls out for a ride, no places for amusement except as I've mentioned. It was even before the horse and buggy days, so a young man had to walk or ride a horse when he went to call on his girl friend. My father lived about 3 or 4 miles from where my mother lived at the time he was courting her. I fancy I see him now, in his best homespun clothes (all the cloth that they used in those days was made by the mothers and sisters of the family). Sometimes he took a shortcut through the fields to make a call on the sweetest girl in all the world, who was all dressed up in a dress she had made herself from wool that was taken from her father's sheep, and washed and carded and spun by the use of the old family spinning wheel into fine thread and dyed and woven into a beautiful piece of cloth. Father enjoyed calling at the Scott home. The evening was usually spent with the family in friendly conversation and in "spinning a few yarns". There was not much opportunity to be alone with the girl of his choice, except to and from husking bees or to and from dances. Sometimes they found an excuse to go to the pond for water, as there must always be fresh water in the house at nights. One evening it happened this way - they found themselves out in the open. What a beautiful night! The full moon just peeping over the mountains, or hill, which was about three hundred yards away. The house stood on a small hill opposite. They followed the path down the hill to the creek, which they called Rutlege Creek, crossed the sparkling stream and a few yards beyond they were at the spring. I fancy they stopped on the bridge and watched the moon as it danced about in the waters, the love call in the whistle in the leaves of the swaying trees, the love call in the answer of the chirping cricket to his mate. I even fancy he took the advantage of the opportunity and stole a kiss. When they returned to the house, they announced their engagement. The next few months were busy ones in preparation of their approaching marriage. Father was always anxious to take the grist to the grist mill because it gave him another opportunity to see mother, as her father, Jarrot Scott, owned the mill whcih was just a few hundred yards from the house. They were married March 31, 1867, at Dobson, Surry County, NC. They built their home on a tract of land about half way between grandfather Taylor's home and grandfather Scott's home, and there they prospered. About that time or a little later, the Mormon missionaries contacted them, and they became very much interested in religion and studied the scriptures day after day. On March 15, 1869, my mother was baptized into the church at Mt. Airy by Henry Boyle, a missionary, but father was not fully converted. Two children, Lucy Ann and Minerva Adaline, were born to them in NC. Then in April, 1872 they immigrated with a company of saints called the Henry Boyle company to Payson, UT. They lived there only a short time; they moved to Salem, UT, about four miles away. Father rented land, engaged in farming, and was soon able to buy a small farm and home of his own. Two sons, Walter Evan and John Wesley, were born. I Nettie was the fifth child and 2 1/2 years later a baby sister was born -Adar May. As the boys got older, father felt that he should have more land so that the boys could be kept busy. He homesteaded a quarter-section of land 1 1/2 miles east of Salem. He and the boys went to the canyon day after day and hauled logs to build the house and stables and fences. He and his brother Uriah H Taylor, and neighbor, Robert H Davis, discovered a group of springs in the mountains nearby. They made improvements and filed rights on them. This furnished water for irrigation and culinary purposes. Father prospered as a farmer and a gardener. He planted large fruit orchards and soon had luscious fruit of all kinds on the market. We all helped to make the home. John Wesley died when he was 13. A few years later, after my two oldest sisters and my brother Walter were married, father built a five-room brick house, so we had plenty of room when they all came home with their families. When father and mother reached Utah, father had expected to be baptized into the church, but when he saw the weaknesses in people, he seemed to forget his desire for religious principles, and so he permitted the weaknesses of people to deprive him of the blessings; consequently he grew farther and farther away from the church. But he was a honest man in every sense of the word. A well-respected citizen, a good neighbor, and a good provider. He was very hospitable, doing acts of kindness to many of his friends and neighbors, and even the "stranger within the gates". He enjoyed talking politics, always a Republican, sometimes radical in his views. He had little civic pride or community spirit, but on election day he was at the polls early and late. Sometimes acting as one of the officials and unhappy when the opposite party received majority votes. In the year 1913, he and mother sold the home and farm and moved into the town of Salem, a few blocks north of the home where I spent my earliest childhood. There they lived and enjoyed life until 1916, when mother died. My oldest sister Lucy Ann, who was then a widow, moved into the home and took care of father. After two or three years, father bought a home in Payson and he and Lucy moved there. In 1924 he married Fanny Griggs, It was on April 17, 1925, that father died of pneumonia at his home -just 6 months before he reached his 80th birthday.
Salem Cem. notes say she was born in Davidson Co. NC (that was according to her husband's recollection at time of death...at which time he didn't know her birth date.....)
(A brief sketch of the life of my mother-by Nettie T Christensen)
I should like to make this sketch accurate and complete, for she was a darling mother - yet, there were no written records kept in the Jarrot Scott family, none that we were successful in finding. Therefore, it will be necessary to record the happenings of her childhood and youth through the memories of incidents I have been told by my dear parents. I sincerely hope that as the story of her life unfolds that it will be an inspiration and help to all her posterity. Inasmuch as there were no written records and she could never remember having had a mother, except a stepmother, and didn't remember that she ever had a birthday to celebrate, didn't know the birth date of all of her brothers and sisters. the record will be incomplete. She was reared on a homestead farm a long way from schools. Therefore, she had but few weeks of schooling, but filled her niche with the family. We as her own family, always felt that she was near about the same age as father, so we gave her a birthday to celebrate. Show was born about Sep. 1843-1847, the daughter of Jarrot Scott and Permelia Thomas, and given the name of Jarmelia Scott, a combination of her parents' names. She grew and developed into a very pleasing personality. I have given this bit of explanation and will continue the introduction by repeating, through memory, some of the vital conditions surrounding her childhood and youth. Through all our searching - and that has been many years of diligent searching, through hired researchers, and many trips to the gen. library, together with many letters of inquiry to the counties and nearby counties in which the family lived, we have never found a trace of the birthplace of mother's parents. We are still putting forth effort in the research, and I still have faith that my family will succeed in finding my ancestry. I am the only living member of my mother's family, but my descendents are interested and are putting forth efforts. Grandfather Jarrot Scott owned a tract of land in Surry Co. NC, not too far from a small colony of people who called the place "Skeltontown". On this tract of land he reared his family. With the cooperation of family members they grew the necessary farm products. He built a grist mill on Ruthledge Creek, where he operated it by water power. It was a short distance from the house and the whole family was kept busy - planting, caring for crops, harvesting, and keeping the grist mill running to accommodate the other farmers. While the boys were kept busy with the farm products, the girls were learning vital lessons of homemaking - cooking, picking cotton, carding wool, spinning and weaving, knitting, etc. They made all their own cloth, dyed it and made dresses for the firs and suits for the men and boys. they learned to give very efficient service, Their father was a very devout and religious man. He belonged to the Dunkard Church and served well. This was a good background for his family and they had a good foundation upon which to build. When the Civil War began to demand the services of all young men, some of grandfather's sons enlisted. The family loved Lincoln and were desirous of helping their country, but they were forced to fight on the opposite side. I don't know how many were killed, but mother's sweetheart was killed and grandfather died in April, just a few's months before his second wife, Sarah Evans, gave birth to their youngest son, Jarrot Jr., in Nov. 1862. These occurrences made many changes in the family. Most of those who were still alive began to scatter in different parts of the country - some remained in the same state, others went to VA, still other in IN, etc. After the period of mother's mourning, she became acquainted with my father, Evan Taylor, whose parents were also farmers in the same community. They became friendly, then attached, but then there were no cars, no buggies, no conveniences for travel to call on the girl of his choice, so he must ride a horse or use "Shanks ponies". Therefore, they didn't get ot see each other every day as the youth of today do, but I imagine that father took advantage of choosing his turn to take the grist to the mill, which would likely give him opportunity to see mother and do a little bit of courting. There were no organizations for cultural, educational, or social developments out on nth farms. Those farmers lived far from those centers of opportunities, and because of long distances, Those mode of travel made it difficult to do much except train themselves to be useful, energetic neighbors and prove their worth in times of need. They made their own entertainment by singing and dancing, telling jokes and stories, some of which were the truth and others imaginary. On their farms they kept a good supply of animals, breeded stocks, and herds for work and for food , etc. Some owned more than others, and some were more thrifty than others, but they were happy in their work. The times were happiest for them when they "carried in the crops" as they called it - Harvest Time. Mother was happy to use her skill, 'with the help of her sisters, to prepare a most delectable dinner that received much praise and satisfaction, a genuine chicken dinner with all the trimmings, topped with their favorite "johnnie cake". Then they danced and sang by the music of a banjo, guitar, or violin. They had a regular "hoe down", their method of tap dancing, and made fun for all. About this time - 1867- The L D S Church sent the missionaries into the southern and eastern states and they labored among my people. Some of father's relatives became interested and were baptized. Father and mother were married March 31, 1867, and built their home on a tract of land about midway between grandfather James and Nancy Jane Hiatt Taylor's home, and grandfather Jarrot and Permelia Thomas Scott's home. There they prospered with farm life. The Mormon missionaries began to make calls on my parents and they became interested and studied their Bible and Book of Mormon. Mother was baptized 15 March 1869 at Flat Shoal, Surry, NC by Henry Boyle of Payson, UT. Father was favorable but not quite converted, but they continued their studies of the scriptures and attended their cottage meetings. They were very happy when a group decided to migrate to UT. Father and mother joined with them and began preparations for the journey. Two daughters were born to them 7 April 1868 and 5 Jan. 1871. They had been deprived of many activities, schooling, cultural, educational, etc. while on the farm. Now they thrilled at the fact that they were going to join the saints in UT and have many privileges they had never known before. They packed their belongings in covered wagons and traveled by team for many miles until they reached the RR where they placed their belongings on the train and sent the wagons back to Surry Co. with relatives or friends. This was their first experience of traveling by train. They were surely a happy group laughing, joking, telling funny stories, and singing the songs of Zion. They were learning more and more from the missionaries of what to expect in theri new locations and environments. My parents arrived in Payson, UT April, 1872, and became acquainted with some very good saints and neighbors. They succeeded in finding work on farms and remained there for a year or two./ Then a group of relatives and friends moved about 4 miles to the east to a small settlement called Salem, where the people were friends because of their early training to make friends with all good people. As they joined in with the Church in its activities and worship, they were very happy and contented. Father grew less faithful as he discovered the weeknesses of men and he decided he didn't want to be affiliated with people who preached righteousness and yet made so many mistakes. He even found some returned missionaries who made mistakes. Then he began to criticize the Church leaders and he permitted the weaknesses of others to deprive him of the blessings of the Church, which made mother's heart very sad and heavy. Yet she continued to remain faithful, true to the trust, and helped in the Church wherever she could. Father and mother purchased more land and an adobe house of three rooms and a summer kitchen. They made it a beautiful place in which to live. They planted an orchard and vegetables of all sort. There was plenty to eat and to give others. As the years went by, four more children were born to them, two boys and two girls, but mother continued faithful and helped in the Relief Society and other organizations and always sang in the choir. Seven years after their migration to UT, Sister Eliza R Snow was asked to organize the primaries for the children by the general authorities and to lay the foundations for spirituality, helpfulness, reverence, and lessons that were to aid in their growth in the Church, that they may be children of God and ready to hold positions of trust as the Church grew and they reached maturity. Sister Snow was sent to the Salem Ward to organize on Sep. 20, 1879. At this organization meeting, mother was sustained a second counselor to Sarah A Curtis and the first counselor was Johanna Hanks, who also acted as secretary. A year later my oldest sister, Lucy Ann Taylor, was sustained as secretary, although she was only 12 years old. She performed her duties well and in 1884, mother was sustained as president of the primary and Lucy was again sustained as secretary. Mother served well and helped with all the activities and achievements of RS. She was a expert at making quilts, sewing, and helping with needful things for the poor. She also served as a RS visiting teacher. When I was about 4 or 5 years old, father and mother decided to homestead a quarter-section of land as they felt the need of more work for the family and more money to equip the farm with machinery and necessities. It would take time and a great deal of effort to clear the land of brush and shrubbery and plant crops. Therefore, the men folks went to the canyon day after day to get logs with which to build a house. They succeeded in getting men folks to build a large one-room log house with an attic which we reached from the outside by climbing a ladder. Even though I loved the home we were in, were were soon to leave it for a new adventure. When the house was finished and the stables for the horses, corrals, for the cattle, chicken coops for the chickens, etc., were completed, we made ready to move. The farm was about one and half miles east of the home we were leaving and about two miles from the school and church. It was exciting to even think about living on a big farm where we could plant and grow food of all kinds - anything we wished for ourselves and for the animals. Father and mother sold the present home to Niels Larson, and in the spring of 1885 we said "Good-bye" to the old and "How do you do" to the new. It meant a great many changes in our way of living - 8 of us in one large room - but there was still room for our dolls, dishes, and playthings. Mother always arranged for them. She wanted her children to be happy, but she taught us to keep things in their proper places, except as we played "house" and she took time to teach us how to keep the house in order. In a short time another room and a summer kitchen were added also a porch across the front of the house. My two older sisters were married, my youngest brother died of pneumonia and heart trouble, and there was plenty of room for the remaining family members. Father and mother kept things on the go and soon had everything growing - fields of waving grain and lucerne for the hay; all kinds of fruit and produce for food and for sale, and many bushels to give away to those who had none and no money to buy. Our home was beautiful place in which to live and bring our friends. Mother loved to keep the flowers growing and blossoms were everywhere. Her favorites seemed to be roses and with the addition of the fragrance of the blossoms of the fruit trees and berries, it seemed a haven of rest rather than a place where we must work to keep the "wheels rolling". Father and two of his adjoining neighbors discovered springs of cool, sparkling water in the canyon not far from our house. They cleared them out and through the courts in the country, they filed their rights and thus furnished the water supply for all growing needs as well as culinary purposes. The harvesting years were all very busy years, yet very happy ones. We children all felt an interest in the home and surroundings because we had helped to make it. There was little time to idle away, as we were always in school during the school season, although it was not expedient that we put so many weeks in school as the plan now calls for. Then there was the cultivation, picking, and marketing of the fruit and produce in the summertime. Father and mother always said, "an idle brain is the devils's workshop" and we were kept busy; consequently the devil didn't get much opportunity to work with us. Father was an honest man in every sense of the word - honest with himself, honest with his family, and honest in his dealings with his fellowman. No act of his was ever underhanded - always straightforward and loyal to every cause that he was converted to the justice of - a good hardworking man who was conscientious and who didn't use tobacco or whiskey. I think perhaps his greatest weakness was that of speaking against the Church and its leaders, and those who professed to be LDS He didn't seem to realize how these things "out" and "hurt" mother, who always felt that the gospel was the dearest thing that ever came into her life. She felt the lack of education so much that the was willing to help in every way she could to get money to pay for the educational growth of her family members. To her I owe more than to anyone else for my degree of success if I have been such so far in life. I am grateful for her example, her attitude toward the right at all times, her faith in the Church and its leaders, and in the Lord Jesus Christ, her teachings, her prayers, her tears, her tolerance, her love of neighbors, her willingness to serve in any place at any time to make others happy, her unselfishness, her devotion, her truthfulness and honesty, her love for her family and her desires for their success in life, her good advice, for her kind and watchful care through the tender years, and many more excellent qualities she possessed. She was always true to the faith and instilled that faith in all her children. She taught me to pray for those who were placed in authority, for the Spirit of the Lord to guide me in all things I might undertake to do, for wisdom, understanding, and courage. Somehow I always knew that God would hear my prayers. She taught me also that I may not always get the things I pray for, but that God was wiser and knew what was best for me. He would answer according to his best judgment. Mother was always anxious to take care of her Church duties, although it was not always possible for her to attend the stake meetings as we were all in Utah Stake and the distance was far when we had to travel by team and wagon. Sometimes it was our privilege to go in a buggy. Mother attended General Conferences in SLC when it was possible. It was my privilege to go with her two or three times. The one I remember best was in 1893 when the SL Temple was dedicated. I shall never forget that occasion, when each stake had to take its turn. It took a goodly number of days to give all the worthy ones an opportunity to go to the dedication, and how happy we were! It has been an inspiration to me all of my life, and I was married there Aug. 26, 1903. Back to the farm-----although there was plenty of work, it was seldom a burden - enough variety to make it interesting and plenty of good things to eat, fresh fruit and vegetables from early spring until late fall. Although mother kept up with her part of the work, she was a great help to father in his work. She was a better manager than he and found most of the markets for the fruit and produce. In those days, many people made their living by buying fruits, vegetables and all kind of produce, traveling to the mining camps and selling it there. Besides selling to peddlers, mother would load up the old white top and travel to the neighboring town of Spanish Fork and sell it for groceries and cloth for dresses etc. We kids often went with her on these trips. If I can remember I'll name the fruits as I helped to pick them day after day. There were six or seven kinds of apples (the best); peaches of many kinds, early and late; plums of six or seven varieties; cherries of four varieties; nectarines; berries, red currants, small and large for making juices for jellies and large for bottling for juices; two or three varieties of gooseberries (I remember the ones for pies); raspberries, black and red; blackberries, strawberries; dewberries, black currants; yellow currants; and grapes. Mother kept the cellar shelves filled with bottled fruits, etc, - Much more than we could eat each winter and enough to give away. My parents were very hospitable and had a great deal of company. In their cellar they also kept their home-cured meat. And they stored vegetables that would keep. They kept plenty of chickens and turkeys for fresh meat. It was seldom necessary to go to the store to buy food. The farm proved to be the best place on earth to live - to live honestly, to have plenty to eat and wear, and to live happily and make others happy. When I was about 14 or 15, father had acquired enough money to build a new brick home with four good rooms and a pantry. And then we did have fun! And plenty of company. On moonlit nights we could sit in the forks of the trees and eat fruits until we could eat no more. Then we'd join in games and songs until time to say "good night". When our relatives or friends came for a visit, they brought their families- came as early as ten o'clock and we certainly enjoyed them. Mother enjoyed preparing dinner and always proved her skill as a cook. No one could make better chicken and dumplings or fresh green string beans and salt bacon or apple dumplings or pumpkin (squash) pies made form hubbard and banana squash. I can still taste them! Mother didn't try much fancy cooking, but she could always satisfy our appetites and make our company happy. My elementary schooling was gained in the Salem public schools in a one-room adobe school house the first two years, and then a new brick room was added. Schools were not yet graded and mother's health was poor so I stayed at home to help her. But she was so anxious for me to go to school that she made arrangements for me to stay with father's cousins' family and go to mother's the next year in Payson where they had graded the schools. I finished the eighth grade there and when it was time for me to have higher education, mother was the one who found the way. Father thought he had been fairly successful without taking the time and money to spend on education. mother and I were trying to plan for me to go to the Brigham Young Academy at Provo. Father said he'd furnish the money if I would go to the University of Utah at SL, but he wouldn't for me to go and study religion. Father's sister's husband had money to let out on interest, so mother and I went to explain the "Education" to him. He and his wife had never had children and they were such good kind-hearted people.( probably William Henry and Martha Jane Taylor)
They had always taken a liking to me and he said, "Of course I'll help you, and you needn't worry about any interest. Just pay back the money to me when you earn it. " And we were thrilled! Father told us it was all right to make the loan if I would be responsible for paying it back. Mother and I felt that the Lord had answered our prayers and we surely were grateful. We straight-way began to make preparations to find a girlfriend who was anxious to go to school also. We found the girl and then made the trip to Provo to find a place to live where we could do our own cooking, washing, ironing only two blocks from the BYU. We found some very nice friends and they charged us only $6 a month and paid all utility bills. We arranged to take our provisions from home - food that grew on the farm - and our parents made trips down to bring us the things we needed. On Aug. 31, 1898 we registered at the Brigham Young Academy which was mostly high school work, some preparatory work for the students who hadn't had an opportunity to go to school regularly, and hadn't finished high school. There were also a few college students - a few more than a hundred in all. They had just completed College Hall and the Training School, and of course we had the administration building. We could surely feel that the Lord was blessing us abundantly. I surely loved school work and all my teachers. Mother was so happy with all of our arrangements. In those days one didn't need to go until one graduated to qualify as a teacher, but as soon as he could prove his knowledge and pass the county examination, he was ready. My first trip home was at the end of the quarter and my family were all so proud of me for the many things I had learned in the short time, that father told me he would furnish the rest of the necessary money and that I wouldn't have to borrow more. Mother was running over with joy. We didn't try to keep up with the Joneses, but made our expenses as light as possible. I took the County Examinations in 1901 and began teaching that fall. I sent $10 a month for my sister Adar, who began to prepare for teaching Kindergarten. She graduated, but I didn't go back for any more training. We enjoyed the new home and the family's friends and associates, but I didn't get to live there many years as I was married Aug. 26,1903. My parents lived there and enjoyed the freedom thereof. And Adar taught school until 1912. Then when she was married, father and mother sold the home and farm and moved back into Salem, just a few blocks north of the home we owned when we decided on moving to the farm. They bought a home near my sister Adeline (Addie), and again felt at home. It was a nice welcome place when we girls and families and brother Walter and his family would go home for a visit. My parents children and spouses are:Lucy Ann and Albert Manwill; Minerva Adeline and Edward H Cloward; Walter Evan and Zanetta Curtis; John Wesley, died at 13 years; Nettie Lavine and H Oswald Christensen; Adar May and Glen Croper. In early 1916 mother became very ill with Bright's Disease and suffered a great deal. We, the family, were all called home. Some members made several trips. I lived farther away and stayed awhile, and during that time mother repeated many things she had told me before about her great disappointment in father's not joining the Church so she could have the privilege of going to the Temple and do work for herself and also for her parents and brothers and sisters. She asked me to be responsible for it, as I lived nearer a temple than the others, or perhaps she knew I would have cooperation with my husband in it. I hadn't ever thought of taking on such responsibilities but after I had promised, the Spirit of Elijah seemed to lead me on and I soon began to realize my responsibility. Mother died March 19, 1916, and was buried on March 21st, my husband's birthday, in the Salem Cemetery on the family plot near my brother, Wesley. After mother died, Lucy went home with me to spend a few weeks visiting and resting. While she was there, she had a dream which she related to me and asked me the meaning of it. The dream was this: "She was on her way to church and heard someone calling her for help. As she looked around in the direction of the voice she seemed to recognize an old friend, but on reaching the spot she found mother and mother was in a pool of mud and couldn't help herself out. Mother said, "Lucy, aren't you going to help me out of this?" Lucy helped her out and got rid of the mud and dirt and they were both very happy She turned around and saw mother on her own dooryard in the most beautiful white robes she had ever seen. When Lucy asked my opinion as to the meaning, the answer came as a flash and I told her that I thought mother wanted her to do the Temple work for her. Although mother ha asked me to take the Mother, Lucy was her oldest and it was her right to do it. As soon as she could arrange for it, she went to the SL Temple and did the endowment work for mother, and surely the spirit of Elijah was urging me on. I set about my work with joy and thanksgiving. I prepared temple sheets for all the names and dated of her father's family, but mother didn't have them all. With the help of my good husband and friends, most of the work was done in the Logan Temple, only 25 miles from Preston, Idaho. After we moved to Rexburg, we made several trips to the Logan Temple until our Idaho Falls Temple was completed. We are still doing research - some member of my family - and we hope to be successful in getting more names for work on our lines. God has been good to keep us interested. The sons who are still living are all interested. We did the temple work of some of mother's people but there is still some left to do. We were advised by genealogical authorities to wait a few years before we did work for father, which we did, and we finished up the work for him in 1938. He died in 1925. Then my husband and I, with a few friends participating, had father's family sealed together, as all other family members had died except on sister, and I am sure that brought joy in heaven. WHO IS WHO? (In memory of MY Mother) Who's who, with a pretty face? Who's who, with a gentle grace? Who's who, in ribbons and lace? Who's who, at any place? It's my Mother. Who's who, with smile sublime? Who's who, at dinner time? Who's who with friends of mine? Who's who at any time? It's my Mother. Nettie Taylor Christensen...
(4702.) JOHN WESLEY TAYLOR (2672.) (1032.) (344.) (70.) (10.) (2.) (1.):
b. 25-5mo-1876 Salem, Utah Co., UT; d. 31-12mo-1889.
(2672.) EVAN TAYLOR (1032.) (364.) (72.) (10.) (2.) (1.):
b. 25-10mo-1845, Surry Co., NC.; d. 17-4mo-1925, Payson Utah; m. in Mt. Airy, Surry Co., NC., 31-3mo-1867, to JARMELIA SCOTT, d/o Jarrot and Permelia (Thomas). Scott ; b.9mo-1847, Davidson Co., NC.; d. 19-3mo-1916, Salem, Utah.CH: (4699.) Luey Ann; (4700.) Minerva Adeline ; (4701.) Walter Evan; (4702.) John Wesley; (4703.) Nettie Levina ; (4704.) Adar May. (R117).
Is #2672 in the Hiatt-Hiett book of genealogy:
In writing the story of my father's life, my source of information will be the family records and my own memory - Nettie T Christensen-
My father, Evan Taylor, was born Oct. 25, 1845 at Mt. Airy, Surry Co. NC. He was the 7th child of a family of 11 children whose parents were James Taylor and Nancy Hiatt. Two years ago (1935) when I made a trip to NC in search of genealogies, I was privileged to go to the old Taylor homestead where my father was born, and although the house had been removed, I was thrilled to stand on the spot and view the landscape. The old apple and cherry trees which stood behind the house are still standing, and they surely look to be nearly the hundred years that they are. The farm is nestled in and around large clusters of pine and quaking asp trees. It was here that my father learned to work, the usual farm work - caring for animals, plowing, sowing, and reaping. The chief crop was tobacco. The farms were small and it was necessary for those who owned them to plant the crops that produced the most money in order to have enough to provide for the family. Even though he was in this environment, he didn't form the habit of using tobacco. I was always proud of him for that. The farmland was all rolling hills and in small valleys. In all the years that have passed since my father left there, the trees and shrubbery have not been removed from more than half the land. There are many beautiful hillsides and streams of water in the valleys. I imagine my father with his friends spent many happy hours together when they were not working. Father had a cheerful disposition but a quick temper if things provoked him, and even with that he was soon laughing and joking again. He had lots of friends. I have heard him and mother tell about the young folks in the neighborhood getting together at someone's home and spend the time singing and dancing - not the music of someone's orchestra, but to a violin or banjo or guitar, and that was the music. Sometimes they would get together at a "husking bee" after the crops were "carried in" as they called it. The crowds would husk all the corn and put it in large bins ready to take to the grist mill, here it would be ground into corn meal to make bread. There was very little wheat readied, so corn bread was the staff of life. They used to have happy times at the "husking bees" at the close of which they would all be served with chicken dinner and "johnnie cake". Father's schooling was the winter months of two or three years. Even though the time in the school room was short, he learned to read well; also write and figure well enough to take care of his business and financial affairs. When the Civil War broke out, father was not old enough to go as he was fifteen; neither did he want to go. He always had a desire for peace, and because his home was in the South, he would have had to fight for the thing he was opposed to. He didn't think it was right to have slaves. Near the close of the war, however, he was drafted into service. He went with a heavy heart, but fortunately the last battle was fought just before he reached the firing lines. We couldn't ever think of him as one who would shirk his duty, but rather as one who was willing to serve, even against his honest convictions. I should like to have been there when the courting days were on. There were no cars to take the girls out for a ride, no places for amusement except as I've mentioned. It was even before the horse and buggy days, so a young man had to walk or ride a horse when he went to call on his girl friend. My father lived about 3 or 4 miles from where my mother lived at the time he was courting her. I fancy I see him now, in his best homespun clothes (all the cloth that they used in those days was made by the mothers and sisters of the family). Sometimes he took a shortcut through the fields to make a call on the sweetest girl in all the world, who was all dressed up in a dress she had made herself from wool that was taken from her father's sheep, and washed and carded and spun by the use of the old family spinning wheel into fine thread and dyed and woven into a beautiful piece of cloth. Father enjoyed calling at the Scott home. The evening was usually spent with the family in friendly conversation and in "spinning a few yarns". There was not much opportunity to be alone with the girl of his choice, except to and from husking bees or to and from dances. Sometimes they found an excuse to go to the pond for water, as there must always be fresh water in the house at nights. One evening it happened this way - they found themselves out in the open. What a beautiful night! The full moon just peeping over the mountains, or hill, which was about three hundred yards away. The house stood on a small hill opposite. They followed the path down the hill to the creek, which they called Rutlege Creek, crossed the sparkling stream and a few yards beyond they were at the spring. I fancy they stopped on the bridge and watched the moon as it danced about in the waters, the love call in the whistle in the leaves of the swaying trees, the love call in the answer of the chirping cricket to his mate. I even fancy he took the advantage of the opportunity and stole a kiss. When they returned to the house, they announced their engagement. The next few months were busy ones in preparation of their approaching marriage. Father was always anxious to take the grist to the grist mill because it gave him another opportunity to see mother, as her father, Jarrot Scott, owned the mill whcih was just a few hundred yards from the house. They were married March 31, 1867, at Dobson, Surry County, NC. They built their home on a tract of land about half way between grandfather Taylor's home and grandfather Scott's home, and there they prospered. About that time or a little later, the Mormon missionaries contacted them, and they became very much interested in religion and studied the scriptures day after day. On March 15, 1869, my mother was baptized into the church at Mt. Airy by Henry Boyle, a missionary, but father was not fully converted. Two children, Lucy Ann and Minerva Adaline, were born to them in NC. Then in April, 1872 they immigrated with a company of saints called the Henry Boyle company to Payson, UT. They lived there only a short time; they moved to Salem, UT, about four miles away. Father rented land, engaged in farming, and was soon able to buy a small farm and home of his own. Two sons, Walter Evan and John Wesley, were born. I Nettie was the fifth child and 2 1/2 years later a baby sister was born -Adar May. As the boys got older, father felt that he should have more land so that the boys could be kept busy. He homesteaded a quarter-section of land 1 1/2 miles east of Salem. He and the boys went to the canyon day after day and hauled logs to build the house and stables and fences. He and his brother Uriah H Taylor, and neighbor, Robert H Davis, discovered a group of springs in the mountains nearby. They made improvements and filed rights on them. This furnished water for irrigation and culinary purposes. Father prospered as a farmer and a gardener. He planted large fruit orchards and soon had luscious fruit of all kinds on the market. We all helped to make the home. John Wesley died when he was 13. A few years later, after my two oldest sisters and my brother Walter were married, father built a five-room brick house, so we had plenty of room when they all came home with their families. When father and mother reached Utah, father had expected to be baptized into the church, but when he saw the weaknesses in people, he seemed to forget his desire for religious principles, and so he permitted the weaknesses of people to deprive him of the blessings; consequently he grew farther and farther away from the church. But he was a honest man in every sense of the word. A well-respected citizen, a good neighbor, and a good provider. He was very hospitable, doing acts of kindness to many of his friends and neighbors, and even the "stranger within the gates". He enjoyed talking politics, always a Republican, sometimes radical in his views. He had little civic pride or community spirit, but on election day he was at the polls early and late. Sometimes acting as one of the officials and unhappy when the opposite party received majority votes. In the year 1913, he and mother sold the home and farm and moved into the town of Salem, a few blocks north of the home where I spent my earliest childhood. There they lived and enjoyed life until 1916, when mother died. My oldest sister Lucy Ann, who was then a widow, moved into the home and took care of father. After two or three years, father bought a home in Payson and he and Lucy moved there. In 1924 he married Fanny Griggs, It was on April 17, 1925, that father died of pneumonia at his home -just 6 months before he reached his 80th birthday.
Hiatt Hiett Family History, Volume I, page 509
(2673.) JAMES ALLEN TAYLOR (1032.) (364.) (72.) (10.) (2.) (1.):
b. 9-7mo-1848, Surry Co., NC.; d. 15-5mo-1915, Payson, Utah; m. in Payson, Utah, 7-10mo-1869, to (4603.) LOUISA JANE TAYLOR, d/o William and (2604.) Permelia Leah (Grigg). Taylor ; b. 17-11mo-1848, Surry Co., NC.; d. 18-2mo-1937, Union, Oregon (bur. At Payson, Utah). (R117). (She was his cousin in the fourth degree, once removed.)CH: (4705.) James Milton; (4706.) William Walter; (4707.) Martha Alice; (4708.) Adelia Ann; (4709.) Augusta Louisa; (4710.) Luzetta Angeline; (4711.) Nancy May; (4712.) George Samuel; (4713.) Mary Permelia;(4714.) Nora Jane; (4715.) Robert Allen; (4716.) Phoebe Estella; (4717.) Cora Bell. (R117).
Is #2673 in the Hiatt-Hiett book of genealogy:
Missionary to southern states 1899-1900. Director canal board, member Salem town board. Farmer and fruit grower.
Joseph came from NC arriving in Utah in 1873 (1872?) (independent company with Nancy Jane Hiatt Taylor) and in Salem a few years later. He took great pride in his horses, kept them well fed and their coats shiny. He was civic minded helping build the early church, school house, city hall, and amusement hall. He loved music and was an excellent musician playing the banjo and violin. He loved to dance and could out last those much younger in the "Carolina Hoe Down".
Missionary to southern states 1899-1900. Director canal board, member Salem town board. Farmer and fruit grower.
(2675.) PHEBE BELINDA TAYLOR (1032.) (364.) (72.) (10.) (2.) (1.):
b. 4-5mo-1854, Surry Co., NC. d. 30-9mo-1891, Salem, Utah; m. 15-10mo-1871, to JOSEPH ADAMS STONE, son of Calvin Gordon and Jane Elizabeth (King). Stone; b. 30-llmo-1853, Pilot Mt., Surry Co., NC. d. 12-2mo-1928, Salem, Utah. (Married in Surry Co., NC.)CH: (4725.) Nancy Jane; (4726.) Charles Walter; (4727.) Joseph Oliver; (4728.) James Calvin; (4729.) Robert Henderson; (4730.) Effie Ann; (4731.) Maggie Angeline; (4732.) Wesley Erwin. (R117).
Is #2675 in the Hiatt-Hiett book of genealogy:
(4732.) WELEY ERWIN STONE (2675.) (1032.) (364.) (72.) (10.) (2.) (1.):
b. 1-8mo-1891, Salem, Utah. (R117).
(3024.) ELDRED M. COOPER (1214.) (426.) (87.) (11.) (2.) (1.)
b. 11-3mc-1849; m. at Mechanicsburg, Indiana, 25-12mo-1875,to ALVIRA TRUE-
BLOOD, d/o Edwin and Agnes (Nelson). Trueblood.CH: (5257.) Robert E.; (5258.) Porter W.; (5259.) Lelia T.; (5260.) Ward D.; (5261.) Gertrude.
(5257.) ROBERT E. COOPER (3024.) (1214.) (426.) (87.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 1-4mo-1876.
(5258.) PORTER W. COOPER (3024.) (1214.) (426.) (87.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 15-lmo-1879.
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(5259.) LELIA T. COOPER (3024.) (1214.) (426.) (87.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 12-3mo-1881.
(5260.) WARD D. COOPER (3024.) (1214.) (426.) (87.) (11.) (2.) (1.):
b. 2-10mo-1886; d. 8-4mo-1888.
Hiatt Hiett Family History Volume I, page 513
SEVENTH GENERATION: DESCENDANTS OF JOHN HIATT, JR.(2707.) JENNIE HIATT (1062.) (376.) (73.) (10.) (2.) (1.):
m.______YOST; had four children. (R119). In the 1940’s Clara V. Kelly wrote: “The name of the town where Sgt. Hiatt’s father lives in NARKA. I lived there for seven years ___at Chester we had a boy in
School named (Charlie?). Yost. His mother was a Hiatt and out (sp.? __ed.) Rubell Mrs. Dr. Wilcox, nee Sadie Hiatt, a sister of Mrs. Yost. The Hiatts down here couldn’t place the relationships for sure and I didn’t know enough about them to do so.” (R22).
(2708.) ELMER HIATT (1062.) (376.) (73.) (10.) (2.) (1.):
m. EMIL (?). PRESTEN; had four children. (R119).