Friday, September 19, 2014

My Family Pedigree Chart

Staci's Pedigree Chart


Moses Family Tree
I thought it might be helpful for people to see who is in my family tree. This is a screen shot from my pedigree chart on Ancestry.com.

My focus right now is on the people you can see here. My mother is Patricia Ann Moses. I would love to have a history and photo posted on this blog for each of the individuals in my direct line. I will also be adding family information for each person if I can find it.

If you have a history for anyone connected to this family that you would like me to add to this blog please email me at lindholm30@hotmail.com.

Thanks for stopping by!

Friday, June 27, 2014

Alice Christie Moses





Alice Christie Moses

Birth - 1 May 1829 in Kkilpatrick, Renfrews, Scotland
Death 25 Apr 1893 in Taylorsville, Salt Lake, Utah


Emmigrated to Utah in 1861
Married George Reuben Moses in 1862


THE LIFE OF ALICE CHRISTIE MOSES A UTAH PIONEER OF 1861 Alice Christie, daughter of John Christie and Margaret Rainey, was born 1 May 1829 at Renfrewshire, Killpatrick Parrish, Scotland. Of her early youth very little is known. She was of a religious and loving nature and was always wanting to do for others. Following this desire to be of service to mankind, she entered the Edinburgh Hospital at Scotland and trained in nursing for two years. After practicing there for some time she decided to come to this country for her religious views, as her family was very bitter towards Mormonism. After much saving and hard work she could see it would be a number of years before she could make the trip to the States. One day an Elder of the LDS church came to her and told her that if she had faith and made up her mind to go that by the time she arrived her passage would be paid. This was true for she nursed sick on the boat and in this way paid for her passage. She was married to a man by the name of McPhail and through this union she had three sons and a daughter. She wasn't privileged to bring her children with her, her husband taking them away from her at the boat. Her baby daughter was only two years old. Mother never saw her sons again but the daughter came when she was 17 years old, Mother sending for her. After landing she lost very little time in getting to the Saints in Utah. She arrived in Salt Lake Valley in 1861 and began her nursing or whatever work she could find to do. She nursed under Dr. Tergerson, and Dr. Bendict and many other early physicians. While in Salt Lake she met George R. Moses and in 1862 they were married. Although her profession was caring for the sick, she was a splendid helpful mate doing her share of whatever occupation her husband undertook. They ran a boarding house and when Father's work took him to Camp Floyd, he drove the stagecoach between Salt Lake and Camp Floyd. Mother took over all duties cleaning, cooking, etc. in running the home. Finally, the Salt Lake home was sold and the family moved to Cottonwood - Mother, Father and one child. When calls came from the sick, Mother was always ready and willing to go and many times she used her own supplies when families were too poor to provide. At one time Mother was called to a home where the mother was sick. It was very cold and stormy, the rain coming through the walls and the wind blowing around the sick bed. Mother took off her own wool shawl and hung it around the bed, and came home without it. Taking from herself to give to others was a common thing, not only food and clothing but medicines as well, and it was always the best we had. Moving from Cottonwood the family homesteaded on the banks of the Jordan River in the ward known as North Jordan. Later when the ward was divided, their home was in Taylorsville Ward. In the new ward Mother was very active in Relief Society and taught her children principles of the gospel. While on the farm many were the tasks to do. It was a very common thing to make 45 pounds of butter with the old fashioned churn every week and then drive to Salt Lake and trade for food supplies and clothing. In order that nothing was wasted, Mother and we children would glean over the grain fields after the harvesters were through. A lot of this grain was given to the less fortunate. In the old homestead there were no carpets on the floors for a long time but the boards were spotless. A lot of the home work was done by the children as Mother was away nursing, going over the whole Salt Lake Valley. When she was called out, Father would take her most of the time but sometimes Mother would go alone. She was very well known for he work in the Wards of the Valley as well as her own ward. She was the mother of four children: Catherine Jane Moses MacKay, George R., Louis H. and Alfred, by George R. Moses. Mother died April 25, 1893 at Taylorsville. Impressive funeral services ere held and many were the homes that missed her.




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Thursday, June 26, 2014

What's Grandma Doing?

What is Grandma doing?


I know I am not the first person to come across a photo and wonder, What is going on in this photo? Sometimes this question can't be answered. But thanks to social media, questions can be answered. And sometimes we can find out so much more about the lives of our ancestors, just by gathering memories of one photo from the perspective of several people.

This is the photo that I post of my Grandma Moses.
Grandma Moses filling the water jugs for the chickens.
Here is the Facebook conversation that we had about this photo.


From this conversation we learn that Grandma is at the farm in Moreland, Idaho. The building in the photo was there when they originally bought the farm, the kids remember it as the pump house - but buildings with the studs on the outside were built that way on purpose for use as a grain bin, at some point the building was repurposed into a pump house. Grandma is getting ready to water the chickens, the white plastic jugs are filled up and then the top of the jug screws into the red bowl sitting on the ground. The tree in the photo has a 3 story playhouse that was built with scrap wood Grandpa brought home from American Potato, he built it with his boys. This photo was taken before the big fence was added around the house to keep the cows and chickens off the yard. 

We also learn that Cassi (granddaughter) waters her chickens the same way. And Edie will be protected from the chickens by her attack dogs.

We learned so much from one photo, that I didn't think was that interesting. Until everyone started to comment on the photo. This is so much more then a picture of Grandma filling up a jug.



Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Grandpa Moses, just a good ole boy


Grandpa Moses, just a good ole' boy with a good ole' story!

Ralph Moses on his horse Sweetheart
My Grandpa Moses always had a story to tell. And those stories were usually full of it.  But we loved listening to him. It was usually a pretty tall tale. When he was done telling the story I would usually ask "Is that true Grandpa?" He would laugh and laugh. I loved laugh. Maybe that's why I loved hearing his stories. When I read through this it brought back loads of memories. I love you Grandpa and miss you tons.

From Peggy Morgan: This is a copy of a tape that Debra had Grandpa Moses make.
Okay I was born November the 22nd in the year of 1919 my fathers name was George Reuben Moses my mothers name was Mary Wallace Moses. I was born in Jefferson County. Rigby being the county seat. About oh say five miles to the east of Rigby,  I was born in a little log cabin there where mother and dad was (winnin) with the cattle that winter. Well, in the spring in 1920 my first trip to the mountains of course I was in mother’s arms and everything like that she was driving the wagon and feeding the cowboys. I was their, I guess I was their helper I don’t know. But, anyhow the roads was fairly good until we got to (ozone?) and then from ozone we had a little canyon we had to go through. There was a lot of times there was rocks on the road dad would have to pull them out of the road, y know we couldn’t get around them y know. And that and so I see as I go up that road at this time in my life, I see those big rocks and I wonder if those is some that dad had to pull out of the way. Then we go on up to bone. The road was fairly good up to bone and from bone on we just more or less just two tracks in the sage brush but that’s where we started running into a little water problem. A lot of snow that spring and comin that water coming down those canyons why cross the road would be a little too deep and runnin pretty fast so we would take the horses e’t wagons an go up the creek or up the ridge a’ways til the water wasn’t so deep and then find the crossing we could make there and go down the ridge on the other side, that’s the way we got around that one. There were several of those creeks. there was Oh [there was] ole seventy creek and mill creek and they’re all named all of em I can’t remember em all. And I found out later about them you know. Then it was about 11 miles from bone till we started headin hwere the (shumbines?) lived and the butler boys n tom callwell n coy n burt Gibson joe laouk and his family, kindof a little settlement there on deer creek. The roads was not too good to there but little, not bad. We had a few of those creeks we had to go up the ridge and cross n one time there wasn’t a guy gonna help gramma find a good place for grandma to cross I found out later on in life his name was Andrew Newball. And he was ridin his saddle horse, and I don’t know mom she decided to she’s passin an awful good one there so she swung them ole ponies down in there and started to whoopin and a-hollerin an throwin the whip to em n down through the water we went and up on the ridge on the other side and went on down and ole newball they said he looked at that and said “that too rough for me” and so he went on up the creek a little ways up the ridge a little ways and then he crossed an then caught up to us. Well, we was getting pretty close up to where the butler boys and tom and all of them lived now and anyhow tom callwell come along and seen us and of course he had to stop an visit afton…we was all eatin dinner there up eatin dinner or supper or somethin why it started snowin pretty good an there’s big ole flakes fallin called them wet snow an we all just kindof jumped I’the wagon for a few minutes tom looked out there he said I had a fork trying to catch those snowflakes I was hungry gonna eat em. He told me lot of times later on “Ralph, always thought you was smarter than tryin to catch those snow flakes with a fork you should of by (almost) used a spoon.” We had a many a good laugh tom and I over that. Well, after we get past the butler place and and uh tom and them we kindof get into a little flatter country we don’t have so many canyons comin down the waters kindof standing all over there and uh Cows is grazing along gettin what they could eat. We was wantin to push them back so we could get back on the south slopes of old devil slide mountain as us kids had named. Lot of good early feed had hit up in there. And after we had left the butler place about I think uh six or seven miles on to where we could get to the home place the cabin and that you know and lot better when we get out of the wagons into the cabin of course. Mom would get the little cabin swept out and the fire goin and we sure, sure nice and comfortable there and that. It was a wonderful big ole, big old two room cabin it was and then there was a lean to on the side of it. For kind of a bedroom I think there was two or three bedroom..two or three bedrooms  small bedrooms out there in that. Then of course there was an upstairs in the big cabin where the us boys slept. As I got later on.
Well, I don’t know much about now till I get about three years old but after I got about three years old why that dad and me we was together pretty much all of the time. He’d saddle his horse and I’d be standin watchin him and he’d put me in the back of the saddle and I’d stand on his slick or his coat whatever he had and put my arms around his neck and away we’d go n we’d ride here n ride there you know and anyhow we lost one of the mornings a horse uh a one of the horses didn’t come in to…they used to come in to kindof fight flies down around the old cabin down there below the below the the house the house set upon a ridge and down below that was the place where the horses would come in fly and this one horse didn’t come in and dad sa well we’ll have to go and look for her tomorrow so the next day why reuben and dad they saddled up about 9:30 10 o’clock or such a matter, I don’t know dad s “you wanna go,” Sure dad” So I went with him again an here we are riding this one ridge and then another lookin for this big black mare. Well finally we, dad says “look over there there’s Reub with his hat off and so we went over there and sure enough there she lay. That’s the funniest thing I thought I ever saw in my life. I got off with dad and first I done is took her shoes of she’d been hit with lightening and round every one of the nail holes in her feet why as big as lead pencil I could just take her shoes off and I didn’t even have to pull hard. And then there was a big; she had a great big blade of mouthful of grass. I said to dad, “ that’s awful that horse didn’t get the chance to finish that grass, dad.” Then he was all laughin at me concerned over that horse being, taken her shoes off and couldn’t chew her grass. So they all had a lot of laughs over it. And well you know too we had an awful big nice spring there by the cabin an dad had kind of put a board or two by four or something across there and dug a little trench around the side. He had a little kind of a dirt roof cellar type over the cabin it was real not too big but it was sure nice and cool in there all the time. And then this water would come down along the side there about oh maybe two inches deep and that’s where would could set our milk or butter or cheese or anything we wanted in there and the water runnin right underneath kept just almost as good as refrigerator you ever saw the water so cold and nice and clean and we had that tere and then down below the cabin there was some big lakes, ponds of water too where we had could play in the water the meadow creek wasn’t too far and we could go out there and play fish or look at the fish or anything we wanted. We had a wonderful time and a lot of fun up in there. Well I’m gonna stop for just one minute now Thankyou.

Well you know there was a lot of (sage hens) a lot of fish in meadow creek. We sure had a good time. Dad would harness the team, and off we would go with his shotgun. He had an old 12-gage shotgun an mother would drive and dad’d take the shotgun. Us kids would ride in the back of the wagon an we’d get out there in one of those meadows. And dad would take and ride down along the meadow and a couple of us kids would go on one side and a couple on the other side and as quick as the chickens started to fly. oh boy us kids would hit the ground. why dad he had a I think in them days there was 24 shells in them old shotgun shells in the box. Dad had to get 25 or 26 chicken or he had-it was a bad box of shells. He always had to get more than the 24. Then us-as quick as dad would stop shootin. Why he’d holler at us kids and we’d go out n find the chickens put in the buggy. Then  back to the house and clean the chickens, clean the lot of them. Dad would call mom and she would put them in containers and set them out there in the pan or something in the spring. We’d eat chicken four or five days you know that way and then we’d get tired of chicken we’d go down and fish in meadow creek. We didn’t use a hook and a line to fish with much. We had kind of a-a steel piece of copper wire. The wire was shiny and thin the fish didn’t see it too good or somethin I don’t know an there’d be two of us go and we had to (have on a big stick) kind of like a broom handle little it was but similar to that big stick like a broom handle. This loop like a lariat rope would sit down in the water see n the fish’d come swimming along n we’d put it over kind of where the pond where the fish was at and as quick as we saw one get in our loop we’d holler “JERK IT” the guy on the other side hollered “jerk it” we’d throw the fish clear out on the bank on the other side. A lot of us says, “you didn’t catch very many fish that way” well we caught quite a few I’ll tell you for sure last time we fish on meadow creek. That was a lot of fun.

You know when I was getting a little older and bigger why Gene and Reub they’d be down in the corral workin some cattle or doin somehtin you know. I’d go on down thereand pretty quick they’d have a calf caught well now here let’s see you ride this calf you wanna be a bull rider now you gotta get in practice so you know they’d talk me into it and I’d get on the calf of course. Nothin to hold on to you know he’d soon buck me off. “Well you rode him a little further than you did last one, now try this one here. He’s not near as big and mean as that other one was.”  They’d put me on that-n they’d give me a tail to hang onto. I could hang on to the tail lean forward you know and that way I could go a little further they said so. Anyhow mamma would see what was goin on n she’d come down and give em a little trouble not much. Dad he was always, if he’d seen it, he was always kindof laughing thinking that was good time and good fun. Course the old corral was always kinda dusty and dirty you know half manure n half dust n half dirt a lot of times it didn’t taste too good if I did-had-did get bucked off and had ma mouth open, but anyhow it was a lot of fun.
One time we was down there in the corral. Venetta come in with we didn’t uh after the we went up the hills a little while a lot we’d go back into the valley why a lot of them farmers would have all of their spring work done n they’d have four or five head of work horses that they didn’t want to keep around there for summer so they’d talk us into takin them back into the mountains. Of course you know back in there that time it was all free range you could do just as you wanted too. There was a law against getting too close to a homesteader or something like that. It was called the public domain ya had to stay within half a mile or something, you couldn’t camp with in a half a mile of a homestead because that homesteader he had to have rights for his stock too. Well anyhow we’d get (buns) an I remember one year the folks sayin they had to watch 75 head of work horses  back on those way back upon the mountain there was a big spring there an a lot of feed down along the creek and then uh the day time when they’d get hot why the horses would wind would come upon that old bear ridge an them ponies would come up there an theyd’ fight flies and a little breeze a blowin and they’d stand ina bunch. And you ever seen, they wasn’t seen too many flies and that. Well this one bunch of horses they got spooked and was kindof heading for the valley and vendetta was having to see em and she was just breaking a heck of a nice little buckskin three year old colt. Oh he was the prettiest little thing I ever saw. And anyhow she run over and got them horses just a little ways an brought them back and put them in the coral.
”dad” She says “ I’m gonna leave them there for two days and get them hungry and dry so they’ll stay back on the mountain.”
Dad says “alright go ahead.” Well, You know shed run the horses in the coral and the bars was just down and they never had no gate or nothin we’d pull poles out of one end and the’d lay on the ground amd when Venetta jumped the bars with her little colt, why he kept right on jumpin. He thought he was gonna do some fun there. of course Venetta had on a pair of tho little old dollar and a half ok spurs they was sharp mean little things and dad would holler “hook him sis hook him. And every time that old colt hit the ground them old spurs would hit him right there in the point of the shoulders about three or four jumps he’d throw his head in the air he didn’t want no more of htat so bak and forth across those bars she’d put them about half a dozed times and he never made another jump. Well, (mom) she seen of course the buckin and she come runnin down there “Somebody’s gonna get hurt, now somebody’s gonna get hurt.” Dad he never said a word. Heck, Sis had a hold of the reigns and the other hand in the air a waving at him. He never even loosened up the saddle a bit she was a pretty good bronc rider I’ll tell you for sure. And mom she was scared somebody was gonna get hurt but dad he, he always just kindof took it at a laugh and that was all there was too it.
Well So we had a garden up there in the summertime we’d raise, we couldn’t raise potatoes we raised a lot of spuds and peas and stuff like that but corn and tomatoes or stuff like that of course you know we couldn’t grow none of them but boy them big red spuds used to grow in that mountain soil up there they was just as solid after you cooked them as the spuds are today that we dig from the ground nowdays. They was just solid and firm oh they was good spuds. Mom always had oh a big row of em and two and we’d have that to warm up in the pan after the fried the chicken talk about good-I’ll tell you they were delicious. Well that’s all for a few minutes bye.

Continuing from Dorothy’s computer:
 I can remember one trip down to the valley there was, we come down with ole midnight and prince an and uh afton and mother and I come downt hat time and we was goin back up. Mother would always take something back up a shovel handle or a rake handle or a halt of ropes or something you know that we needed and well this time we was takin and I think she had a big axe an axe handle in there anyhow we got up after we crossed the Portneuf river and it kind of flattened out a little bit why looked back and here we was still on the reservation and here come this darn cyote following right along behind us pretty close. That time there was a little bit of rabbis in the country anyhow mom she stood up in back of the white top she says “Afton you hole them horses right down the middle of the road and she says if he goes to come up along the side im gonna throw this  cub and try to break a leg or try and do anything I can to kill him. Because he might be rabbi” Well he stayed with us for oh quite a while, quite a ways there and the team was travelin right up the road. Pretty quick he disappeared just like he showed up we went on into, talked about it, went on into the homestead that night. Made it in there fine and dandy no problem whatsoever. But, I-uh then I think the next spring, why uh dad and ave? gardner, bishop ave gardner got together and uh that’s who we was rentin the farm from. And uh I don’t know whether dad was rentin it or tryin to buy it then or what but anyhow it was the same place he traded the homestead for that farm a-down there there we got a pretty good price out of the homestead I don’t remember how much or anything of course I didn’t know nothing about it you know but anyhow after we bought the place an dad went to make the the payment why there was another payment due too and ol bishop Gardner never told us there was a second mortgage on the place of course dad kindof, (mumble) friend you know been with us for a couple of years why dad kinda took him as his word I guess anyhow it made dad feel pretty bad to think that that man had cheated him out of about 2500 or 5000 or 2500 dollars and you know in them days that was quite a lot of money, but anyhow we was gonna make out alright still on it and do pretty good then that spring, the next spring why, dad (Pulled?) this colt of mine I started to ride him when he was still nursing his mother we was down digging spuds that fall I was riding this colt scatterin sacks for the spud pickers and everytime dad would stop the spud digger why this colt would run for the digger so he could get something to eat from his mother she was workin on the outside you know. And I would sit there while he was nursin his mother and dad would start out again, why i’d go back to my work scatterin sacks on my colt you know sometimes he’d be kindof onry and miserable and he’d be goin someplace and lopin along pretty good and he’d decide to make a quick turn of course I always (mumbles) sortof didn’t turn with him a lot of times. I got kind of sick and tired of that but anyhow after dad passed away why we had a, Mom went to Scotland and that’s when my education life really went to pot, I Harold, he stayed with keith and Adeline and he finished school there the eighth grade and I don’t know how come I I sure had a awful time with school from then on I I started school in groveland and then went, mother went to Scotland and that fall and so Reub and I went down and stayed with Venetta n Jim and reuben worked in the potatoe warehouse of course it wasn’t very much goin on but we made it alright an mother came home in march uh Uncle John’s mother Aunt Annie came with her an they uh, mom had a little money saved up so she made kindof a payment on a little home an uh out there in riverside the house wasn’t worth a hoot but mom thought we could might remodel the house and get by with it, but anyhow it was kindof a rock house an lumber house and one thing an another an we just couldn’t do much with it a’tall you couldn’t do much remodelin with that old rock part of the house we didn’t have money to tear that down an start over so after we’d made the payment rented and stayed there that summer I started school in groveland tehn I went to Aberdeen then I come back and a couple (Tape errors) didin’t go to school, runnin around with mother and aunt annie an then I started school in riverside and finished that year there then the next fall I started in Riverside an mother says “well there’s a lot of work up in rigby for uh the horses and we could go up there and milk the cows this winter so we loaded everything on the hay rack we put the little blue mares on the hay rack and up the highway we went. The guy trucked the cows up we milked seven head of cows up there in the barn that winter an got by real good. The next spring mother says: “why thiss no good up here I don’t like it let’s, let’s go back to blackfoot.” So back to riverside we come an we found a little place out there Wilson so there was another school I had to change  I only went to three that year so you can see my schooling wasn’t very good. An uh I was at riverside, or Wilson there for a couple of years I  think I did finish I think I got one year there at Wilson and then we left there and I had to go over to Groveland well over in Groveland finished and then the next year  why I Uh Well I didn’t quite get to finish in Groveland though we moved to town and I had to ride my bike from town out to Groveland to finish school. Well I made it just after the seventh grade so when the eighth grade come along Why I  stayed in town and I got to finish that eighth grade of school first time I’d ever finished a, had one complete year in one buil-in one school room an I made the basketball team we had a lot of fun playin basketball that year and stuff like that but uh Well I’ve gotta stop for a little while now. Bye

That is the end of this tape

George Reuben Moses Sr.