Sunday, July 22, 2012


Joseph F. Smith Angus 
Louisa Caroline (Callie) Pace Angus

(Sister of Rebecca Amelia Pace Nielsen)

Children:
Byrl Agnes Angus   (1893 - 1987)                  
Caroline Marie Angus   (1894-1894)              
Leah Alice Angus   (1895- 1992)          
Franklin Robert Angus   (1897 - 1960) 
Grace Fielding Angus   (1901 - 1988)
Iva C Angus   (1906 - 1906)  (lived only a few hours)
Olive Rowena Angus   (1909 - 1948)

Joseph Angus was the fifth son of John Clark and Betsey Archibald Orrick Angus. He was born 16 Nov 1868 in Spanish Fork, Utah.

He married Caroline L. Pace and they were sealed 2 Mar 1892 in the Manti, Utah Temple.  His father John Clark Angus was born 25 Nov 1835 in Concrege Perthshire North Scotland. He was baptized 5 April 1856 and came to Utah in 1857 with a hand cart company.

His mother Betsey was born 4 Feb 1838 and came with her father, mother and 3 sisters to Utah. They sailed on the sail ship Monarch, arrived 1861. Betsey was a sweet young widow with 2 small children, Christine and Henry,  When John met Betsey he loved her and they were soon married by John Berry.  Her younger sister Jessie married Joseph Boyack at the same time. They lived in Provo for a short time where John ran the flour mill. John was a graduate mill wright and set up all flour mills from Spanish Fork south to Cedar City.

They soon moved to Spanish Fork where John made a home for Betsey, her mother and 2 daughters, Agnes and Mary.  After a time they realized their family had grown til they needed more room so John bought acreage on the East Bench in Spanish Fork about a mlle from town.  At this time Joseph was about ten years old. The boys had to clear the land of sage brush and other wild growth in order to make it tillable for crops.

They built many out buildings to house the animals as well as a beautiful big home with orchards of peaches, pears, apples, quince, and grapes.  They had a big cistern for water over which Betsey had planted roses, the first scarlet runners in Utah.  They had a wood lot where they planted trees for fuel for the stove for heat and cooking. They had sheep, the wool from which was exchanged for warm blankets and clothing at the woolen mills at Provo.

In the sunny back yard there were rows and rows of drying tables. There the girls dried the fruit for family use and to sell. There were chickens and other fowl and eggs in tubs. Sleek fat cattle and horses, in the barns and a blacksmith shop where repairs were made and horses shoed.

The little grandmother Christine Archibald, being an Edinburgh, Scotland medical graduate and having studied obstetrics under Brigham Young's school, was a very valuable person in the area, as there were few doctors. She delivered 2000 babies--white, copper and one negro baby.  Alexander Bankhead was the son of a negro couple who came to Utah with a southern pioneer family. Grandma was ready at any time day or night to leave her comfortable room to go to help the sick or suffering, often bringing food or warm clothing to make her patients more comfortable.

Joseph arrived in this family after four older brothers--Henry, John, Robert, and James. He grew up with all this abundance and love.  He had very little formal schooling but all that was available at the time. He was alert and interested in all mechanical things as well as fine cattle, horses and growing crops.

His father purchased a self binder, a machine that would cut and bind the sheathes of grain in bundles, eliminating the hard work of cutting with the cradle. The machine arrived at the farm in a crate with the promise that a man from the Company would be out to put it up. Joseph told his father he thought he could assemble it.  Father was not too sure of that but on Saturday, when mother and father left early for a shopping day in Provo, Joseph read the directions and went to work. When the parents arrived home Joseph had the machine running.  The grain was falling in place and the binder tying the bundles.  All were surprised and delighted.  He told his father he had had a lot of machine experience because he had been turning the machine while his mother sewed on her new Singer machine, the first in the valley.

Joseph was a quiet boy on the shy side, never interested in appearing in public or giving speeches but he carried the bag to collect the fast offerings for years and helped when ever called by his Bishop.

In his youth he spent some time out in the Duchesne country raising cattle.  While there he became friendly with some of the soldiers at the Fort.  He was given a gun by one of the men. He always treasured it as a relic among other treasures. It is still in the family.

When the land there was made available for homes and farms Joseph accompanied his brother Jim and sister Bessie’s husband, Jim Miranda, to the reservation to locate them and others a place to buy.  Jim, his brother, became a successful farmer but his sister Bessie died in childbirth.  Her husband and two children came back to Spanish Fork. There, brother George and wife cared for the children until he remarried.

Joseph’s older brother John lived out there in Vernal also.  All three brothers visited each other often.  All raised fine children.

When Joseph was 24 years old he married Caroline L. Pace.  Like his father, he was very ambitious and loved a home and family.  He immediately built a nice brick home for Callie, his wife, and expected children.  He had orchards and all kinds of animals. There was always an abundance of food and baby animals to care for. He also took care of his mother-in-law, Caroline Pace.  By farming her land she had money to enlarge and improve her little home, which made her quite independent.  She lived very near and there was always love and respect between them, both helpful to each other.  She did much to help Callie with her children and housekeeping. They were the parents of seven children, two of which died in infancy.  Byrl, Leah, Frank, Grace, and Rowena survived and grew to adults.

In mid-life, John Angus, Joseph’s father had a bad accident in trying to erect a hay pole. It fell across his back causing him to become paralyzed from his neck. The paralysis developed slowly, but the last few years he was completely helpless physically but, mentally alert.  He read the papers daily and was able to discuss the news with his friends and loved ones. This was important to Betsy, who cared for him lovingly.  He passed away 6 May 1906 in his second home in Lake Shore.

After John’s death Betsy wanted to go back to her old home "On the Bench.”  Their estate consisted of two farms with a large home on each one.  These properties were willed to their 2 youngest sons, George and Wilford, with the provision that they provide and care for their mother.  She made her home with her youngest son Wilford and his wife Hazel.  She had her own little apartment adjacent to the big house.

She spent much of her time visiting with her other children, her daughters: Agnus who was a widow who was teaching school, Jane who lived in a ranch in Soda Springs, Idaho and sons in Vernal and Duchesne, Utah.

She was entertaining her dear old friend, Mary Bradford at her home at the time of her death. The two elderly ladies arose early as was their habit and ate a nice breakfast.  Wilford helped Aunt Mary into his car to take her home.  They said their goodbyes. When Betsy came in the house she told Hazel she didn’t feel very well.  Hazel made her a warm drink and helped her back to her bed.  She said, “Please say a little prayer the I may go quietly.”   Before Wilford, her Bishop or her doctor arrived she slipped away--13 September 1920. She left a great heritage: 12 children and many grand and great grandchildren. What a beautiful lesson she left them-- “Honor thy Father and Mother.” Her little mother lived in their home 40 years.

Joseph was a kind and loving father. He was willing to sacrifice any amount of time and money for the good of his wife and children.  He was anxious for the children to have an education. Byrl graduated from teachers college and the U of U.  Leah attended L.D.S. business college.  Frank worked with Riverside county in Riverside Calif.  Grace graduated from the Kester School of Dress design in S.L.C.   Rowena was a graduate of a school of Cosmetology.  She worked in Spanish Fork.

Joseph was not a regular attendant at church but when a team of horses was needed or a member to do a hard days work, he was present and happy to help with anything the Bishop needed. On Saturday night he and Callie saw that the children were bathed, hair washed and curled, and lovely clothes ready for Sunday School.  When the town bell rang at 10 o’clock on Sunday morning Grandma Caroline went with them.

In the autumn when the potato crop was harvested he delivered a winter supply to every needy widow and old couple in the ward.   His children were allowed to go with him to see the grateful faces of those sweet old people.

Callie, his wife was a frail woman having had rheumatic fever as a child.  She suffered with bouts of crippling rheumatism.  In 1902 she had a very severe attack. Nothing the doctor did seemed to help.  It was decided that bathing in hot mineral water might eliminate the poison from her body.   It was winter and as there was no plumbing or electricity in the home, Joseph had a large bathtub made and traveled weekly to Castilla hot springs to bring the water for her baths. She bathed in the mineral water every evening.  Then he carried her to her bed that had been warmed with bags of heated rock salt to induce sweating.

The following summer he took her to the springs in Castilla where her sister Sibbie and an attendant took care of her and bathed her every day.  Her little body was crippled and she had to learn to walk again--which was a painful experience.  She had the courage and determination of a spartan and fought back to care for her children, Grace, being a very small child.  Her feet, hands and back were very misshaped but she was able to care for her home with lots of help from Grandma Caroline, who was her foster mother.  When Callie was a little girl her mother and father gave her to Caroline Pace, her father’s first wife who had no children. Caroline loved her and all the children and always did all she could to make them happy.  But 6 Apr 1905 she passed away very suddenly with pneumonia.  It was very traumatic for all the family.

In Nov 1905, Callie gave birth to her 5th daughter, Iva C., who lived only a few hours. After this time her health improved and 19 April 1909 she gave birth to her last child, Olive Rowena.  Her sister Sibbie, who had been living in Idaho had returned to Spanish Fork and was with her at the birth and babyhood of Rowena.  Callie’s health improved somewhat until Rowena was a young lady.  But on 7 Feb 1928, Callie passed away and was laid to rest in Spanish Fork.

Grace, their fourth daughter and her husband Irving Nelson, was living at home with her parents at the time.  So they remained there and cared for the home and Joseph.  Joseph retired from farming and rented his land to a fine farmer and sheep man, Jesse Ludlow.  However, he retained part of his barn yard 500 chickens, “Tiny” his little jersey cow, his orchard garden, and flower beds.

His last years were quite worry free, surrounded with friends, good neighbors, brothers, sisters, and children who all loved him.  He had only four grandchildren.

He was a man who did not preach his religion, he lived it.   Such words as hate, envy, greed, gossip were not a part of his life.  He was a peace maker.

He was laid to rest Jan 1937 in his loved Spanish Fork.

By Byrl A. Snell
Aug 18, 1985

Thursday, July 19, 2012


GRANDPA LARS & GRANDMA MARY JOHANNA BECKSTROM NIELSEN
By Arthur Nielsen McKell
(Son of Rebecca Elizabeth Nielsen McKell)

One of the first memories of Grandpa and Grandma Nielsen was the Christmas Eve party and the sleepovers at their home.

Every Christmas Eve all the Nielsen families met at Grandpa and Grandma's to see Santa Claus.  That was a bunch of kids.  We slept over at their home that night.  That meant that all the beds were full -- some had their heads at the top of the bed while some had their heads at the bottom of the beds.  We all had a kicking good time.

I remember that Uncle Jim and Aunt Beck took their family home.  They lived just two blocks away.

Christmas Day the kids were just as busy (busier) than ever.  Our parents and Grandpa and Grandma had a chance to catch their breath when they sent the bigger kids off to the show house.

It was luck that someone wasn’t hurt sliding down the banister in the hall that went to the upstairs and it was luck that we didn’t get our little bottoms spatted for playing with his roll up desk.  That was a no-no with Grandpa.

Grandma was a quiet person and she had her hair tied in a bob on top of her head.  When I would take something to Grandma she would always give me a couple of eggs so that I could buy candy at a little store across the street south of the Central School that was run by Mr. and Mrs. Has Tuttle.

When I was out for recess one day I heard the fire truck going to a fire.  I ran down to the corner and could see that it was on the east gable of Grandpa’s house.  I ran home to tell mother.  The fire was put out before too much damage was done.

Grandpa had a new car in his garage that I never did see him drive.  All us kids would look through the window and admire it through the window.

When Grandma died, Aunt Ardell lived with Grandpa and took very great care of him.

Every Saturday afternoon all Grandpa’s daughters, Aunt Mayme, Beck, El, and Ardell would meet at Grandpa’s for a cinnamon rolls and donuts and a cup of coffee.  Each one trying to get their word in.

I am sure that was the reason his daughters made for a close knit family.

I remember the year that Grandpa ran for mayor of Spanish Fork.  He was running against Ed Money who was Dad’s [Arthur Thomas McKell] boss at Jex Lumber Co.  Grandpa was a republican and Ed Money was a democrat.  My Dad was also a democrat and Mother was a republican.  I heard people ask Dad who he was going to vote for.  He would tell them that the voting was secret, but I know that Dad voted for Grandpa.  Grandpa won big and he made a good mayor.

When I was in 7th grade my Dad had a chance to buy 20 acres of farming land west of Spanish Fork.  Before he would buy it he and Mother wanted Grandpa to go see it and give them his opinion on whether they should buy it or not.  The farm was terribly run down.  All we could see on the land was white top and morning glory.  Grandpa said to Dad that any ground that could grow that crop of white top will grow anything.  Sure enough Dad bought the land and it has grown good crops.

Grandpa was one of the bigger cattle men in Spanish Fork.  You would think that he would talk like a lot of the other cowboys, but I never did hear Grandpa swear, but he would often say damn and hell but I don’t call that swearing because now I say them all the time.

The times I also remember well were helping Grandpa drive the cattle to the canyon.  The cattle were taken to the drive corral the night before we took them to the canyon.  When Grandpa opened the gate early the next morning, the cattle would come out and go up the road on the run.  They seemed to know where they wanted to go.  I would chase the slow cows and Grandpa would drive the horse and buggy.  Some of the little calves would get tired and Grandpa would put them in the rumble seat in the back of the buggy.

In the Fall of the year when the cattle started to come out of the canyon I would stop working for my Grandfather McKell at noon and would go to the drive corral with Grandpa Nielsen.  He would come past our home to pick me up and while he waited for me to get on the horse he would get a willow off the old poplar tree and I would climb on the fence then onto the horse sitting behind Grandpa.

On the way to the drive corral Grandpa would seldom talk, but he would whistle thru his teeth all the way.

The reason that I went to the drive corral with Grandpa was to tend the gate to the pen where Grandpa would put his cattle.  (He always got the corner pen in the North East corner of the drive corral.)  Uncle Cless, Uncle Harv, and also Uncle Lars were also there to help corral the cattle.

Our pen holding Grandpa’s cattle would get pretty full and when I opened the gate to let them put more in we would have a feisty cow that would get out.  Grandpa would never get after me.  He would just hunt down the feisty one and we would put her in the pen again.

Grandpa would never get excited nor swear -- even around the cattle.

When I was taking FFA in 9th grade I asked Grandpa if he would sell me a calf to feed for the stock show.  He said he wasn’t in the habit of selling his small calves, but he would make an exception.  The calf turned out to be just like a pet to me.

The calf won reserve champion at the Spanish Fork Livestock Show and I was paid 13 1/4 cents a pound.  The Spanish Fork Co-op bought it and Grandpa was President of the Co-op.  Those were depression days.  We were selling our beef for 3 cents per pound.

I think that Grandpa was proud to see the LN (his brand) on one of the calves. 

Sunday, February 26, 2012

William Franklin Pace Autobiography


WILLIAM FRANKLIN PACE

Following is a short sketch of the life of William Franklin Pace, one of the first men to settle on Spanish Fork river, as told by himself.

I was born in Tennessee May 19, 1838 and joined the Church five years later in a small town near Nashville. In 1843 my parents moved to Nauvoo, Illinois and they were living there at the time of the martyrdom of the Prophet and Hyrum Smith.

In l846 we were forced to leave our home and practically all we possessed and start on the long journey westward toward the land of promise.  

Our first, stop was at, Council Bluffs Iowa, there we organized with Brigham Young as our President and leader.  The only teams we had to make the journey with were oxen, with the exception of two spans of horses which belonged to President Young.  While we were at Council Bluffs, the Mormon Battalion was called to go into the war with Mexico.  From our company we were supposed to get five hundred men but we were able to muster only four hundred eighty four. The mustering of the battalion left us quite short of men to drive the teams and we had considerable difficulty in fording the rivers and getting the outfits over the bad places in the road.  In May, 1848, we began the long journey westward from Winter Quarters.  

The greatest trouble of the Saints was caused through not understanding how to provide for such a long hard journey as was before us and consequently we ran out of provisions.  With all our difficulties, however, we arrived in Salt Lake City on September 20th, 1848,  and commenced immediately to prepare houses for the winter. 

After living in Provo for two years, we settled in Spanish Fork in what was then known as the upper settlement.  The first year we planted and harvested an excellent crop.  About this time my father was called to the legislature, and my brothers Harvey and William were attending school at Provo.  I was left to take care of the home, though I was then only fifteen years old.

In 1853 we were forced to move to Palmyra on account of the outbreak of the Walker war, but after the war we moved back to the upper settlement and built a fort in which to live.

In the fall of 1856 I married, and a year later my wife and I moved to the Indian Farm where I worked as an interpreter for the Indians, and I became thoroughly conversant with the language and customs of the Indians.  After two years we again took up our residence in Spanish Fork.

One evening I was standing outside the door of our cabin while my wife was doing the evening work.  Suddenly I heard a great noise on the mountain, rocks came rolling down and dust rose in clouds, then from behind rocks, brush and other ambush Indians appeared in great numbers, all dressed in war paint.  Some of the savages were painted black, a sign that death was to come to some-body.  As the Indians came nearer I stepped into the house and told my wife not to show any sign of fear, as that would serve to provoke the Indians to attack us.  By this time they had reached the house.  They rode around the house, whooping and yelling in a manner calculated to strike terror to the bravest heart.  I stepped outside and looked them over without showing any fear.  The Chief walked up to me and said in the Indian tongue, “are you afraid?”  “No,” said I, “I am not afraid of my Friends.”  “Then stay here and raise corn,” the chief answered.  “The Indians will never hurt you.”

Then they rode away, still yelling at the top of their voices.  As long as we lived there I always was friendly with the Indians and they kept their promise to me.

Shortly after this the Indians became very troublesome and it was necessary to order the militia out to settle the out breaks.  One day during these troublesome times, I was plowing in my field, when Bishop Thurber came to me and asked me if I would go up the canyon and see the Indians.  I answered that it would not be safe so soon after the fighting but the Bishop insisted, so I finally consented, unhitched one of my mules and started off,  Bishop Thurber accompanying me.  After riding several miles without seeing any signs of Indians, we at length discovered two sitting on the side hill.  They called to us and asked if we had anything they could get a drink out of.  We told them no, but asked to come down to the river and get a drink.  Just then I noticed a dead Indian wrapped in a blanket and lying close to me feet.  I felt that we were in great danger, and drew the Bishop’s attention to the dead man and we moved a short distance away.  The two Indians approached, but kept looking back up the hill and acted as if they were afraid of something.  As they came nearer I perceived that each has his right arm broken and bandaged it with sticks and bark.  While we were talking, a large band of Indians came down the canyon, and we thought it would be wise to leave, but the men we had talked to warned us not to move and told us not to act as if we were afraid.

The band drew near, and when they saw their dead comrade, they commenced circling around us whooping and yelling.  Their leader, an old Indian named Old Taby, recognized me however, and saved our lives by a little talk to the braves.  For this service he demanded that we give him a sack of flour and a side of bacon, which, you may be sure we were quite willing to do.

I have always tried to do the best I could in serving the Lord and living in harmony with my fellow men, and in looking back over the rugged experiences of the past, I see today the fulfillment of some of our dreams, and realize that our struggles have borne fruit that has blessed the lives of those who came after us.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Linwood Ray Nielsen



Linwood Ray Nielsen

Lynn, Bud & Mark

From Left:  Mamie, Lucille, Mark, Fay, Bud & Lynn Nielsen
 James Nielsen (left) & sons, Linwood, 
Lavar, Mark & J Ross


Bud, Mark, J Ross & Lynn Nielsen





































Sunday, January 1, 2012

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Mark Franklin Nielsen


Mark Franklin Nielsen
August 16, 1910 - November 24, 1995
From Left:  Mary Louisa (Mamie), Jessie Lucille, 
Mark Franklin, Rebecca Fay, Lars Lavar (Bud), Linwood Ray

From Left:  Linwood Ray, Lars Lavar (Bud), Mark Franklin

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Lola Nielsen Stone (April 17, 1924 - September 17, 2009)

 Lola Nielsen Stone

Thayne E. & Lola Nielsen Stone
Married February 14, 1945


Steven Thayne Stone
Lois Cathlyn Stone (Schumann)

Bradly Nielsen Stone

Howard Stone

Cynthia Stone (Partridge)

Front:  Steven, Lola, Howard, Thayne
Back:  Brad, Cathlyn