Tuesday, April 9, 2019

FOUND


I'd loved her name all my life.

When I was a young girl--having always been in love with my family history--I would pour over the names on my pedigree charts.  Names going back hundreds and hundreds of years, from places all over the world.....
(wish I still had one of my charts in my little girl self's handwriting--This was my teenager self!)

I loved them.  Loved spending time with them.  I would even practice my handwriting by writing the beautiful, antiquated and unusual names over and over again...

Ruby LaPriel.  Augusta Maria.  Adeline Amarilla.  Sarah Indiaetta.  Celia Cotton. Brita Stina from Sweden.  Patience and Mehitable from the Mayflower days....and infinitely more.  Not to mention all the amazingly wonderful names of my fathers through the centuries!

All familiar.  All loved. 

And then there was Sarah Lavinia Gant Perkins.  My fourth-great-grandmother.  For some reason her name was so very lovely and charming to me--but never a face to go along with the name. 

Until one day.  Decades after my love for her began.

While my own daughter Sarah was far away on her mission in Argentina, I was spending a little time looking through Ancestry.com... 

I looked through my pedigree--scrolling through all the familiar names.  A feeling, suddenly, to stop and click on my Sarah Lavinia once again.  And--

A PICTURE.  

A picture?!  My heart stopped--I just stared.  There had NEVER been a picture before.

It was so small.  Small, but perfect.  A painting--a portrait.  "Sarah Lavinia portrait from locket", the description said.  I sat there stunned.  Finally, a beautiful portrait for her beautiful name.

As she was so young in her portrait, I pictured her loving parents commissioning the painting to be done of their dear daughter. 

And to keep it close, I pictured her mother wearing it next to her heart.

And just to make sure that I never, ever lost my Sarah Lavinia again--

--I put her in a locket of my very own.

I made another for my Sarah Rose and sent it to her in far away Argentina.   She could keep it with her--one red-headed Sarah to another.  She has it still.

Found.  Found and loved.


Monday, April 1, 2019

A LITTLE DANISH GIRL



The little town of Randers in Denmark might not mean much to the world...but it means a lot to me.

In this Danish town, in 1854, a baby was born.  A little girl--the firstborn to her parents--and they named her Augusta Maria.

Here is the beautiful Lutheran church--Sankt Mortens--that her parents, Jens Christian Outzen and Martha Maria Christensen Outzen attended:

And would you believe we could be so fortunate as to even have a glimpse of the baptismal font in which baby Augusta was christened?  Can't you just picture her parents standing there--proudly looking on?

Augusta's father, Jens, was a very accomplished cabinetmaker.  He had much work in the area around where they lived, and he was able to provide a beautiful, comfortable home for his family, as well as providing for them very, very well.

This is a picture of their actual home in Randers--right there on the corner (taken in the 1940's)
It was in this very home--much less surrounded by city at the time--that Augusta grew up.  Her father had his carpenter's shop in the home, as well.  

And it was in this very home that the first missionaries in that area of Denmark came.  And they visited the good Outzen family very often.

In fact, this painting (the original hangs in the Church History Museum in Salt Lake City), is very reputably thought to be painted IN the Outzen home.  The missionary is here preaching the Gospel to the Outzens and their extended family.  All of those in the painting directly coorespond to the Outzen family in age and number at that time--being about 1856.
And this little girl peering at the missionary from underneath the security of her daddy's work table? Why, it's our very own Augusta Maria!
"A Danish Mormon Missionary"--Christian Dalsgaard
  In Augusta's own words:

"Father and Mother went to some of the (Church) meetings, and it wasn't long before they believed it was the true Gospel.  But it was a year or more before they were baptized (on 5 April, 1856), and after that, they soon lost all of their old friends."

Augusta's parents were some of the very first to join the Church in Randers. They loved the Gospel of Jesus Christ!  There are so many more stories to tell you about them and how steadfast and sacrificing they were in support of the Church there--but for now, I'll just tell you how much they loved the missionaries.

The Outzen home was ALWAYS open to the Elders of the Church, and was known to be "a good resting place for them" after all their traveling, rejection, and hard work.
(just a beautiful rural scene in Randers)

The family had a large summer garden that they loved to spend time in when the Danish weather permitted.  Augusta remembered:

"We had a lovely garden with bushes and hedges and flowers and a large summer house with bushes and a table.  We spent lots of our time in the garden.  Father took lots of pride in keeping our house in order and worked hard to make us all comfortable and happy."

As her knowledge of the Gospel grew, so did she.  I wish we had a picture of her as a young girl at this time, but I'm grateful to at least know some of the things she did.  Her parents wanted her to learn and progress and become a fine lady--and every opportunity was provided her.

Here again, in Augusta's words, is a beautiful illustration of her growing years:

"I started to school when seven years old.  We had to go to school all the year.  Just one month vacation in the summer.  I helped mother take care of the babies and do the housework, and I also helped knit the stockings for the children.  I just loved to sew and do fancy work (embroidery, etc.)

In addition to English, Augusta was also taught reading, writing, arithmetic, history, geography and Bible reading.  Quite a full education for a young girl!

She was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on May 15, 1864--when she was 10 1/2 years old.
( a beautiful river in Randers)

When she was 12 1/2 years old, her father took her out of public school, placing her in a private school, where she continued her English language studies--and, as Augusta wrote:  I took fancy work (for money).  My teacher's name was Miss Cofod."

In addition to English, she was also instructed in dressmaking, glovemaking, knitting, crochet, tatting (lacemaking), netting and embroidery. 

This piece was not done by Augusta, but is a beautiful example of classic Danish needlework that schoolgirls would have been taught around the time of her education:
She showed herself to be so skilled in all the needle arts and loved it all so much, that her father purchased a kid-glove making machine for her. (At no small expense, I'm sure!)  She was so excited and was extremely grateful to her dear father for this gift!  She became so proficient with it, that she sold several pairs of gloves a week!

Augusta had very wealthy relatives on her mother's side.  Her Aunt Vorre used to invite Augusta to spend weekends at her palatial home in the city.  This aunt bought Augusta many beautiful, expensive dresses and would spoil her while they were together. 

She was very proud of Augusta, and would take her along on her social visits to show her her off to her friends and acquaintances.  She was also taken on occasion to the Viborg theater--something that a young lady would, of course, love!  Sounds a little like visiting a wealthy relative in a Jane Austen novel, doesn't it?!
And so our little Danish girl continued on in her dear hometown of Randers.  Life was wonderful--but things would certainly get a little more exciting in her world when she turned 16...but we'll talk about that another day.

Saturday, May 12, 2018

MY MOTHERS

To all my mothers--

The women through the years that gave me everything I am.  Everything that makes me…me.

Karen's Glamour Shot--1958-59, Provo

My sweet mother, Karen, from whom I learned a mother’s unconditional love--and continue to learn that I have hers, each and every day.

And SO many more of my dear mothers through the generations…

Velda Ellen Stapley--young
Velda Ellen Stapley Ostlund

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Estella Vance Stapley


Sarah I. V. Young
Sarah Indiaetta Vance Young




So many of their stories I’ve shared with you before--so many more of their stories yet to be told--voices yet to be heard…

Ruby LaPriel Riggs
Ruby LaPriel Riggs Smith

Pauline Udall about 1909
Pauline Udall Smith

Mary West Riggs
Mary West Riggs



Polly May H. Stapley
Polly May Hunsaker Stapley

Mary Jane Robinson West1
Mary Jane Robinson West

 


Ida F. H. Udall
Ida Francis Hunt Udall

Lois Barnes Pratt Hunt--young
Lois Barnes Pratt Hunt

Louisa B. Pratt with granddaughter Ida Francis Hunt
Louisa Barnes Pratt and granddaughter--my great-great-great grandmother--Ida Francis Hunt

 

Marie Naegeli Brandley
Marie Elizabeth Nagely Brandley

Anna Ostlund young in sailor dress
Anna Meier Brandley Ostlund

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Augusta Maria


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 Brita Stina Anstrom Ostlund

Margaret Cooper West 
Margaret Cooper West

To you, my dear Mothers , I give so much thanks--you gave me my eyes, my nose, my hair, my smile…my faith, my courage, my love of family--everything that I ever was, am, or will ever be, I owe to you.

And how could I forget the incredible mothers that gave all for my husband and my daughters, as well?  Here are a few:


My beautiful, strong & amazing Mother-in-law, Shirley Gorrell Campbell.  We miss her so.


Shirely's mother, Fern Ellsworth Gorrell.


And my Father-in-law's beautiful mother, Minnie Frederica Peterson Campbell.


{Mom and I on my wedding day--30 years this week}

Words alone can never thank all of you enough, but I can only say:


Thank-you.


I love you all.  Eternally.


Saturday, May 5, 2018

THE FARMER'S WIFE


Pauline was pretty certain about one thing.  She didn’t want to marry a farmer.  Especially an Arizona farmer. 

This beautiful, young school teacher had a few other suitors in that rural part of northern Arizona where she lived at the turn of the century…the question was simply one of choice.  She wrote of her life in her early 20's:

"My plan was that the first of September (1908) would see me enroute to Logan, and dreams of schooling coming true.  My secret hope was that I might find a 'white collar' man for a husband.  Farmers were out of my thinking."



The night before leaving Snowflake to take her mother, Ida Hunt Udall, for a two-month stay in California for her health, Asahel Smith--who had known Pauline her whole life--came to her family’s home to propose marriage to her.


“He made a beautiful propasaI by moonlight, and I promised to correspond with him and think it over…but I then had not the least intention of giving up my schooling and becoming an Arizona farmer’s wife.”


While in California, Pauline received her first letter from Asahel.  "His words of sympathy over Mother's illness were comforting,", she wrote.

 {a picture postcard of Pauline while at Ocean Park on her trip to California…June 1908}

They had a nice correspondence during her stay in California, but Pauline still had felt no change of heart.  Then one night, her mother took a turn for the worse.  While feeling fear,  anxiety--and so much uncertainty about the future--she writes:

"I reached out my hands to my Heavenly Father, saying: 'What shall I do?!'  A voice as calm and clear said to my soul:

'Why, you will go back to Arizona and you will mary Asahel Smith.'"

The time then came to return to Snowflake--her father missed them, and sent them tickets for a return home.


Pauline loved and had a great respect for her father--David King Udall.  He was very pleased with her continuing correspondance with Asahel.    She wrote: "Three other very eligible young men had made offers to me since our return from California.  None of them filled the bill to suit Father, as Asahel did."

Showing her father one of Asahel's letters to her--hoping for his thoughts and counsel--David lovingly said, "My daughter, this letter shows his deep affection.  Why, this young man is like the oak; and he will never cease to grow.'"


Back in Arizona and while she and Asahel were courting, his mother--Augusta Maria Outzen Smith--once told Pauline:

“Asahel speaks with a sack of flour, a load of wood, or a job attended to, rather than with fine words.”

Another letter from Asahel arrived.    Of this, Pauline wrote:

"He asked if he might present his case in person...But I had been told the answer.  And so, Asahel came on his 28th birthday--December 2, 1908, and received Father's and Mother's blessing--and plans were made for our marriage at the April Conference in the Salt Lake Temple."


Pauline’s changed heart was content and secure.

Of the months after their engagement, Pauline wrote (much later in her life): 


“Our letters were now exchanged once a week.  I leave them to you for your character appraisal of us.  Our letters have their defects (mine, at least!), but so be it—we did, and still do have, too.”

To Pauline…January 1909

…I feel now like there is nothing I could not undertake, if you were there to help.  I feel like all will be right with us…I can see so many things in you that I admire, and I shall always find more.

I am going to write every chance I have—the thoughts that come to me so often lately—for I have (been living) in a paradise of beautiful thoughts.”

To Asahel…February 1909

My soul is filled with gratitude all the day for you, and the assurance I have that all will be well with us…for a happy home.

In my mind, home is not a house or furnishings….I love to plan and think of it…I think about how I’ll manage things when I can do everything to suit myself, with only my dear Asahel to please, who I know will be very compassionate with me.”


Upon reflecting on her life--nine children and many decades of marriage to Asahel before he passed away--I do believe that Pauline found that being an Arizona farmer’s wife ended up suiting her very well, after all.

{Asahel and Pauline with young Rudger and Andrew, about 1912}



{Pauline surrounded by 8 of their 9 living children in 1947, next to Asahel's casket}