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Heritage Album

HERITAGE ALBUM
Black and white photos aged with time now cover the pages before you. These pictures are a reminder of a moment in time and give us a past to hold onto.

The harders of times our loved ones endured as they steadily paved the way. Gratitude and respect they have earned and their legacy of love we can never repay.

Each photo has a story of personal happiness, heartaches, blood and sweat. But for their individual journeys and their legacies to live, the sacrifices we must not forget.

Hold onto the history stored within these precious pages and allow these stories to live. For these memories of trial and triumph are the most priceless treasure that one can give. By Wendy Silva

Old Photographs by Ernest Jack Sharpe

OLD PHOTOGRAPHS by Ernest Jack Sharpe
A box of faded photographs I opened yesterday, And instantly my memories were carried far away

To many friends and places, from years so long ago, As I sorted through those photographs of folks I used to know.

There were some of family members that are no longer here, and photographs of sweethearts I once thought very dear.

Thoughts swiftly raced and tumbled on things that are no more, As I daydreamed over photographs and happy days of yore.

ANCESTORS

ANCESTORS

If you could see your Ancestors All standing in a row, Would you be proud of them, or not, or don't you really know?

Some strange discoveries are made in climbing family trees. And some of them, you know do not particularly please.

If you could see your Ancestors all standing in a row, These might be some of them perhaps, You wouldn't care to know.

But here's another question which requires a different view, If you could meet your Ancestors, Would they be proud of you?

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Nancy Henrietta Call




NANCY HENRIETTA CALL daughter of Homer Call and Nancy Merrill was born 4 Dec. 1857 at Willard, Box-Elder, Utah. She was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ in 1866. On 27 Dec. 1874 she married Frederick Walter Parish in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, Utah. They made their home in Willard Utah where four children were born. William Charles was born 17 Oct. 1876. Walter Frederick was born 2 Nov. 1878. Mary was born 11 Feb. 1881 and Alonzo Franklin was born 16 April 1882. They moved to Elba, Cassia, Idaho where they purchased a farm.
Seven children were born in Elba. Homer John, 17 August 1884; Oel Oscar 7 April 1887; Sarah Amber 11 August 1889; Elmer 28 Jan 1892; Chester Leo 25 Nov. 1893; Ellis Robert 21 August 1897; Inez Caraline 23 July 1900 and Elva Nancy 6 Nov 1903. Because of no doctors back then Nancy did have the best of medical care and had been torn during childbirth. When they moved to Elba, Nancy planed two orchards and raised a beautiful garden. They had plenty of fruit. She always said, “If it wasn’t for me we wouldn’t have any fruit.”
Nancy was a tall slender person. In fact, she was just a little bit taller than her husband. She reasoned things out when disciplining her children. She was a good mother and very active in the church, working mostly in Relief Society. She was very particular about paying their tithes. They were a God fearing couple and very good Latter-Day Saints. She worked hard, and sewed the clothes for her family. For activities they had to make their own entertainment and mostly went on picnics, dances and plays.
Later she became sick with cancer in her female organs. She went to Ogden to the doctors and she was baked in an oven. This was used as a remedy for cancer then. Although she suffered very much she never was cross or complained. She would always send something home with her grandchildren, even if it was one egg that they could take to the store and trade for candy. She loved children, had infinite patience and kindness for all. When she was too ill to be dressed and she had time to take the children on the bed, she sang to them, dressed dolls, made doll houses out of boxes and wall paper catalogs. Everyone loved her dearly and she was an inspiration to most of her grandchildren. She wrote poems and axioms. She was a very spiritual woman, read when she could and had a cheerful disposition and a great sense of humor.
When her youngest daughter was 16 years old she died of cancer after being sick for more than 13 years. Her death was a blessed relief to her. She died 13 Jan 1919 in Elba and was buried there.

Aunt Alta Parish (my father’s oldest sister) gave me this information.
Elva Nancy lived in Burley. I was asked to tie the bow on her veil before closing the casket at her funeral as I as the only family member who held a Temple Recommend. by Brenda Bailey

NANCY HENRIETTA CALL PARISH
By Alta Parish Glade, a granddaughter
Submitted to the Family Blog by Suzanne J Belger (desertmtnmalinois@gmail.com)

Born: 4 December 1857, at Willard, Box Elder County, Utah
Died: 9 January 1919, at Elba, Cassia County, Idaho

Nancy Henrietta Call was born at Willard, Box Elder County, Utah, a daughter of
Homer and Nancy Merrell Call. Her father was a farmer and owned the first grist mill in
Box Elder County. She was the oldest of twelve children. She spent her childhood in
Willard, Utah.
In December 1875 she married Frederick Walter Parish and spent seven years (in
Willard), having four children while living there. They buried one daughter there, Mary,
thirteen days old.
The farm they settled on in Elba, Cassia County, was not very prosperous, but they
were thrifty and with the help of the older children, they were able to make a living.
My Grandmother was a good worker, sewing for her large family, as they had eight
more children over the years, after moving to Elba. A small son and two grown sons
preceded her in death.
She had to knit most of the stockings that the family wore, and when my father,
Alonzo, went to the Academy in Oakley, she made his suit. My father helped her with her
knitting.
She worked in the church what she could, and was very faithful in paying her tithes
and Grandfather was the same way. They were a very hardworking, God fearing couple
and were good Latter Day Saints.
In the latter part of her life, my Grandmother did not have very good health and after
the birth of her youngest daughter she suffered from palsy and became a semi-invalid. She
did not have a doctor attend the birth of any of her children, consequently, she suffered
damage and it was never repaired. She went to Ogden, Utah and had surgery, but was
never well.
She suffered much, but was still not cross and irritable or complained of her lot. My
mother, Ida, helped what she could. I remember going up to visit and she would always
find a bit of something to send home with her grandchildren, if it was only an egg, which
we could take to the store and trade for candy or gum. I spent many hours there, as my
two aunts and an uncle were not much older. Elva was only one year older.
Grandmother loved children, had infinite patience and kindness for all of us, and when
she wasn't able to be out of bed, we would get on the bed with her. She sang to us,
taught songs and poems to us. She dressed dolls, made doll houses out of cardboard
boxes and wall paper catalogs. We all loved her dearly, and she has ever been an
inspiration to me. I well remember many of her poems, songs and axioms.
I remember her father, my great-grandfather, coming from Rigby, Idaho to visit. He
had a long white beard and a big watch chain and a pocket watch. I sat on his lap. I was
four years of age.
Grandmother contracted the "flu" in the bad epidemic of 1919 and died 18 January
1919. She had been ill a long time, suffering intensely from uterine cancer. She had been
close to death in November 1918, seeing her mother and loved ones and calling for them.
They had been dead for many years. Death for her was a blessed release.
She was a very spiritual person, reading scripture when she found the time. She had a
sense of humor and was cheerful. Many children inherited her keen sense of humor and
keen wit, including my father, (Lon).

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