ON THIS DAY IN HARWARD FAMILY HISTORY

October 28, 1919

Leon Rees Harward died

Emma Jane Rees and Leon Sinclair Harward (nicknamed Lin) moved from Spanish Fork, Utah to Blackfoot, Idaho with their four children in 1911. They leased land outside of town and took up farming. What crops they planted is not recorded, although they kept adding to the acreage they were working in an effort to increase their earning potential. The only things that increased during the next seven years, however, were the size and needs of their family. Their oldest son, Rees (born in 1900), dropped out of school in the eighth grade to help sustain the family. He seriously considered joining the army at age 18 when the United States entered World War I, but his assistance on the farm was crucial. Uncle Sam had a lot of other sons, but the Harwards needed Rees to help support the family. He postponed enlisting until after the crops were in, and by then the Armistice had been signed. In the fall of 1919, Lin signed a contract with Bingham County to grade roads near Blackfoot, east of Thomas. Nineteen-year-old Rees worked with his father on that project.  

The Bingham County newspaper reported the tragic events of Tuesday morning, October 28, 1919:  “Rees Harward and two Sova brothers, Henry and Lester, were grading the highway with a team of horses between the farms of Pat Murphy and Vance Johnson. An irrigation ditch passed through the Murphy property and carried water to Johnson's land. Johnson was concerned that the road grading was being done too close to the ditch and would restrict his access to water.  He approached the boys and demanded that they shift direction and plow further away from the telephone poles that lined the land between the road and the ditch.  Rees explained that they were required to carry out the orders of the contract with exactness, and had no authority to make any changes.  An argument ensued.

"Mrs. Johnson, hearing the trouble, telephoned the county clerk's office, the county attorney's office, and Judge Good's office in an effort to get the work stopped legally. Apparently, she was not successful. At about 3:00 p.m. Johnson returned to the road crew and demanded that the work be stopped. Rees refused. When Johnson went back to his house the boys thought the conflict was over.” The newspaper reported that Johnson's wife tried to prevent him from getting his shotgun, but Johnson took the weapon and circled around behind the workers.  About thirty feet south of the boys he rested the gun on a fence and took aim. One of the Sova brothers called a warning to Rees, which caused him to turn around in time to receive a full charge of shot in the chest. An autopsy revealed 148 shots entered the young man. He died instantly, with the reins still in his hands. The article stated that after the shooting Johnson returned to his house, put away the shotgun and resumed work in the hay field until he was arrested by Sheriff A. H. Simmons.[1]  

It was not reported in the newspaper that when Lin arrived at the scene, shocked and distraught, he cradled his oldest son in his arms and attempted to carry him all the way home. It was not reported in the newspaper that Jane, fighting back tears, laid out clean sheets on a bed and prepared her house and the children to receive the body of her oldest son.

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[1] "Dispute Over Road Grading Proved Fatal Last Tuesday" Bingham County Newspaper, Oct 31 1919.

PEEK INTO THE PAST

The Home Place on Williams Road

            Did you ever wonder what the Williams farm looked like?  Here’s your chance to see Elmer's woolly flock, Boyd on his horse, Donna with her piglets, and little Max barreling down the creek. Judging from the estimated age of Max, the barnyard footage was probably shot before 1940. The scenes inside the house seem to be taken just before Dean and Rob reported for military duty during World War II.

            Note:  When the 8mm footage was originally transferred to video tapes, and then later to DVDs, by a professional service many years ago, I tried to have them label some of the people. You will notice that at least one of the names is wrong – Vera was identified as Vera Mae. I’m sorry. Unfortunately, I wasn’t looking over their shoulders. The background music was also added at that time, and as cuts have been made to consolidate different footage into this segment the music sometimes changes rather abruptly.  

Elder Williams

       In 1912 Elmer Williams was called to serve as a full time missionary to the Central States Mission headquartered in Independence, Missouri.  According to Vera, who was counting the days, he left on November 6, 1912.  Only three letters he wrote from the mission field have survived the passage of more than a century of time.  They are dated January 2, February 25, and March 9 of 1913. Elmer’s 39-year old mother died on April 9, 1913, and at her request he did not leave his mission to attend her funeral.  But her death may explain why only three letters were preserved.  Elmer was the oldest of seven children, and it is easy to imagine how the full responsibility for care of a large, motherless family may not have included long-term preservation of the weekly mail.  Without a doubt, Vera saved all his letters.  But they would have been consumed by the 1929 fire that destroyed their home and everything in it.

       Surprisingly, at first Elmer was not a proselytizing missionary as he expected.  Instead he was assigned to teach school in the rural township of Marlow, Oklahoma. Up to this point in his life, Elmer had graduated from high school and spent many long, lonely summers herding his father’s sheep. While skills learned as a student and a shepherd could serve as a foundation for missionary life, they were surely not sufficient for the responsibilities handed to the young elder. Elmer's January 2nd letter expressed concern at being “put in” as Sunday School Superintendent, theological teacher, school master and Presiding Elder.  He was actually the “only elder left,” in the area, he admitted, as the other two had been transferred or released. “I don’t have a minute to spare,” he wrote.  Apparently, Elmer replaced a female teacher who could not handle the man-sized rebellious boys in the class. Elmer’s teaching methods certainly lacked professional finesse. One is left to wonder whether or not the techniques learned at home on the range were as effective with his stubborn students as they were with his woolly flocks. You are invited to listen to highlights from the February 25^th letter read by a great grandson. Click on the podcast link in the column at the right.

Both the Harward and Williams families lived in and around Blackfoot, Idaho. A map marking some of the places mentioned in their histories is helpful in picturing their circumstances.

PEEK INTO THE PAST

A few weeks ago, on September 14th, a 1938 Boise newspaper article introducing Elmer Williams, the freshman senator from Bingham County, was posted. That article stated that Elmer was a former professional wrestler.  I thought his present day posterity might be interested in seeing him in action. This will commence a new feature on the Harward-Williams Family History blog called "Peek into the Past," where short snips from old 8mm movies will be posted. Like looking through a tiny window of time long gone, we can catch a glimpse of our history in motion.

Today's short snip features Elmer wrestling with his eldest son, Marsden. The film segment then moves into the lava rock house at what they called the Home Place in Moreland. Vera, in her Life History, described their living room and office  the new house as "painted with oil paints on the ceiling to resemble the sky, and on the two side walls of the den were murals with mountains, lakes, trees, flowers and a boat."  The film scans the mural she described, and then Elmer at his desk. It must have been filmed the latter end of the year 1937, as the baby on the floor is Merrill Harward, Jr. who was born in May of that year.

Next week's Peek in the Past, probably filmed early in 1942 or before, will feature a tour of the Home Place farmyard and a gathering of the young adult children:  Boyd on horseback, Marsden and Phyllis, Boyd and Darlene, Merrill and Vera Mae, Donna and Rob, and Dean, ending with young Max "tubbing" in the ditch. (Dean and Arva were not married until after World War II, and unfortunately, she is missing from this segment).

Some of the future posts will also share early movies of the Harward ancestors.

THE FIRE

From the Memoirs of Vera Mae Williams Harward

Heatrola

The following event took place when Elmer and Vera Williams had five children:  Marsden, Vera Mae, Boyd, Dean and Donna.

When the twins, Dean and Donna, were about two years old, Dad bought an 80-acre farm in Moreland. I was in the fourth grade and had to make all new friends. We now lived three miles from the school and the church. Often in the winter the wind would drift the snow across the roads, making them impassable by car. Sometimes Marsden and I would take a horse to school, one riding and the other being pulled behind on skis.  Early one January morning when I was in the 5th grade [1929], Dad got up before dawn, as usual, to build a fire in the stove in the kitchen, as well as in the Heatrola in the front room so the house could warm up before the family needed to get out of bed. Then he went back to sleep. Later, he heard loud crackling sounds and awoke to discover that it was lighter in the front room than it should be. He jumped up, put his bathrobe on, and rushed in to find the ceiling on fire.  He quickly woke the family and told us to get out of the house as fast as we could.  The twins slept in the room with me. I gathered one under each arm and carried them out into the snow and up the hill, where we got into the car for shelter. I sat there with the babies, cold and frightened, and prayed as we watched the flames devour our house, and everything we owned.
           Marsden had broken his leg on New Year's Day, and was using crutches. In spite of the stiff, heavy cast on Marsden’s leg, Dad lifted him up into the attic through a hole in the ceiling in hopes he could douse the flames from there. Then Dad ran outside to the pump (we didn't have running water in the house) to get buckets of water to hand up to Marsden. We considered ourselves extremely lucky because Dad had recently purchased a motor to work the pump so we didn’t have to draw water by hand-pumping. But on this morning it was so cold, and there was so much ice on the belt of the motor, that it kept slipping off the pulley, and he couldn't get even one drop of water to fight the fire. Flames were spreading rapidly, so Marsden jumped down from the ceiling. Having learned in Scouts that smoke rises, and there is more oxygen near the floor, he grabbed a couple of blankets from his bed and crawled to safety, dragging his heavy leg cast painfully behind him.
       Dad tried to save the piano that was mother's gift from her father. He struggled and pushed to get it to the front door, but could not lift the heavy instrument over the door frame by himself. Heat from the flames was intense, and the ceiling was falling all around him. The varnish on the piano melted and stuck to his robe and hands. Finally he had to give up. It was a frame house, and burned fast. But the family all made it out safely. It was a hard time for me. I had been taught that if I prayed in faith my prayers would be heard and answered.  There was no doubt in my mind that the Lord could have stopped that fire if He wanted to, and I couldn't understand why He didn't. But I learned from that experience that prayers are not always answered the way you want them to be. For days after the ashes cooled, I would sift through the charred wood and soot looking for the new wristwatch I had earned as a prize selling boxes of chocolates for a school fundraiser. We had all gotten new ice skates for Christmas, but they were nowhere to be found. As hard as I searched, all I got from the ashes was dirty.  
        Dad didn't complain.  He put his arms around mother, wiped her tears, and said, "We’re lucky that we're all safe--and I still have my taw."  A “taw” was the big marble used to shoot at, and win, other smaller marbles.  Playing marbles was a popular game in those days, and you played for keeps. As long as you had a taw you could win other marbles for your collection. One of Dad's favorite sayings was, "Don't lose your taw." All the smaller marbles could be lost to other players, but as long as you had a shooter, or taw, you could always win more. Boys used to collect marbles in big jars and bury them. They would brag about how many jars of marbles they had buried around.  When Dad said he still had his taw, he meant that he was still strong, able, and willing to work hard and build us another home.

Typical Sheep Camp

We put our sheep camp facing close to Uncle Leslie's so we could step from one to the other, and that's where we lived the rest of the winter.  In the spring, Uncle Les fixed up a little two-room house that was on his property.  Dad built beds in one of the rooms that served as the kids' bedroom and kitchen. We stayed there until another home could be built on our land. The new house was built with lava rocks brought from the bottom of our field. I took great comfort in the fact that lava rocks could not burn. It took several years to get the lava rock house completed, but it was nicer than anything we had ever lived in.

The new home in Moreland made from lava rock

The Williams children after the lava rock house was built.
Back: Vera Mae, unidentified girl, Marsden with an unidentified baby, and Boyd.
Front: two unidentified girls, Dean and Donna, and an unidentified boy.

ON THIS DAY IN WILLIAMS FAMILY HISTORY

September 30, 1915

Joseph Elmer Williams and Vera Louie Marsden were married

Elmer and Vera were neighbors in Taylorsville, Utah, and attended the same one-room school house when they were youngsters. Two entries from Vera’s Life History give a glimpse of their courtship and marriage.  Elmer’s father, Joseph Williams, was in partnership with his brothers raising sheep.  The Williams brothers had purchased 200 acres in Moreland, Idaho, near Blackfoot, and Elmer spent his summers there herding the flocks.  There is much to “read between the lines” in Vera’s account of saying goodbye to Elmer one spring as he left for Idaho.

From the Life History of Vera Louie Marsden Williams:       Elmer went to Blackfoot, Idaho in the summertime to help with his father’s sheep.  Their summer range was up in the mountains near Brockman Creek.  One time when he was going to Idaho he stopped to see me and tell me goodbye.  He was going to walk to Murray, (two miles) carrying a saddle, and his clothes in a flour sack.  He said, “I must go or I will miss the streetcar and the train.”  He kissed me and said, “Goodbye, Darling,” and I was so thrilled, I said, “Say it again!”  He did, and he missed the train.  He called from Salt Lake and said he was going to sleep on a bench in the depot and wait until morning for the next train.

In 1912 Elmer was called on a mission to the Central States, and two years later, prior to Elmer’s release to return home, Vera was called as a missionary to the same mission.  Elmer and Vera had been engaged since the fall of 1911, but it was important to her to put the Lord’s work first, and she entered the mission field in May of 1914. Vera wrote:   My fiancée had been home from his mission for a year in September [1915] when he went to Chicago with a [rail]car of fat lambs.   After selling the lambs, he went to Independence, Missouri, and had a talk with [mission] President Bennion.  I was called to the mission home.  President Bennion said, “This man needs you and I am going to release you provided you marry him within two weeks.  He will take the train home and you will leave later, and he will be in Salt Lake to meet you when you arrive home.”  Somehow he missed the train in Denver and caught the next train, the one I was on.  We arrived home on Friday and were married the next Thursday, September 30, 1915, in the Salt Lake Temple for Time and Eternity.  We had been sweethearts for six years, three of which we waited while one or the other was in the mission field.  

THIS DAY IN WILLIAMS FAMILY HISTORY

Vera Mae Williams

Born 23 September 1917

The year 1917 was notable in history for both political and social wars. On April 6^th the United States joined their allies fighting in Europe in what came to be known as the Great War or World War I.  At the same time a social battle on American soil was being waged. On August 28th in Washington D.C. ten women were arrested and jailed for picketing the White House demanding female voting rights.  In the midst of the first world war and the turmoil of social injustice, in a tiny, two-room farmhouse in the rural community of Thomas, a few miles southwest of Blackfoot, Idaho, Vera Louie Marsden and Joseph Elmer Williams welcomed their second child and first daughter. The baby arrived at sunrise on Sunday, September 23, 1917.  Elmer named her Vera after her mother, and May after Vera’s mother, Clara May Elsmore Marsden. When Vera May started school and learned to print her name, the teacher insisted that M-a-y was the name of a month, not a girl, and taught her to spell it M-a-e.   And that is how she was known the rest of her life.

FINE AS HOG’S HAIR

Among the personal papers collected by Vera MarsdenWilliams were several newspaper write-ups about her husband, Joseph Elmer Williams, who was a prominent figure in the L.D.S. Church, the Blackfoot community, and the State of Idaho.  One of the articles, in particular, revealed things about Elmer that were new to me. I thought you would be interested in seeing this column that was probably printed in the Boise newspaper after Elmer began serving his first term as Idaho State Senator in 1938.  Since the photocopy of the article is difficult to read, the transcription follows:

“If a one-word description would be applicable in the case of the senator from Bingham County, he might be termed ‘different.’  Two hundred pounds of well-trained bone and muscle with a capacity for tongue lashing when the occasion arises, Senator Joseph E. Williams stands out already as an able legislator, although this is his first senate term.

            “As evidence of his willingness to stay in the background, however, many senators didn’t know about Williams for some time, not until he got up last week in opposition to a bill which would raise salaries for the public utility commissioners. Then in forceful language, and with the scowl of a wrestler which he has been for 25 years, he pounced on the pay raise issue with all fours as fellow senators sat back in surprised admiration. 

“Practically everything about this amiable senator is different, from his closely cropped pompadour to his ability to sling the king’s English.  When you ask the senator how he feels, he doesn’t resort to the common place, unimaginative ‘okay’ or ‘first rate,’ but tells you ‘as fine as hog’s hair.’  And as for his nationality, he tosses this forceful phrase back at you:  ‘I’m a Scandinavian Welshman, and I sing Irish songs.’

“After he left the University of Utah, it seems young Williams asked his dad for a team of horses and a wagon to get started in farming.  His dad refused and told him instead, ‘I’ll give you the whole state of Idaho to make a living.’  As it developed, Williams took the whole country, moving about as a wrestler from match to match and city to city.  But a sense of sportsmanship turned him against many of the phases of the modern theatricals of the grunt and groan business, and eventually he was back in Idaho running a ranch and dealing in livestock.

“Meanwhile, came marriage and subsequently four little wrestlers and two girls.  However, only one of the four boys actually turned to the mat game, and he, Marsden Williams, went far enough to win a couple of amateur crowns.

“The Senator, president of the Blackfoot LDS Stake, has been a member of the school board for many years.  Out of the campaign he has coined an expression, based on the lines made famous by Bottolfsen[1] during campaign days:  ‘I have observed,’ declared the senator, ‘that honesty and simplicity go together.  Complex methods bring corruption.’”            

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[1] Clarence Alfred Bottolfsen (October 10, 1891 – July 18, 1964) was an Idaho politician. He served as the 17th and 19th Governor of Idaho, from 1939 to 1941 and again from 1943 to 1945.

FUN IN YOUR FAMILY TREE

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THIS DAY IN HARWARD FAMILY HISTORY

1872-1936

Leon Sinclair Harward died September 7, 1936

Excerpt from the life story of Vera Mae Harward:   Mother and Father Harward loved nature and were especially fond of riding in the country and basking in the scenery.  It was a particularly coveted experience because they did not own a car.  Merrill and I tried to see that they had frequent outings because they enjoyed them so much.  We had only been married for a couple of months and were living near them in Blackfoot, Idaho, when Merrill suggested we take his parents to see his dad's sister who lived in Springville, Utah.  Dad Harward had mentioned how much he would like to visit her.  So one weekend in early September we drove them down to her house and had a very nice visit.  On the way back, we bought bushels of peaches from a fruit stand in Brigham City for me to can.  This would be my first experience bottling fruit for my own home, and I was excited. We enjoyed eating some of the ripe, juicy peaches on the drive back to Idaho.  Father Harward found great pleasure in the trip and said so many times.  But the travel wearied him.  We returned to Blackfoot on September 6, 1936.  When we drove up to their house, he commented that he was so tired he didn't ever want to leave home again.  His wish was granted.  The next morning, very early, Mother Harward called and urged Merrill to come quickly as his father was having a "bad spell" with his heart.  They lived just a few blocks away, and we got there in a matter of minutes. But we were too late. Father Harward had died.  After the funeral, his body was taken back to the Springville Evergreen Cemetery and buried next to his two sons, Kenneth and Rees. He was one month shy of his 64th birthday.