Gary Birch
Lyle Birch
Elva Birch
Rose Marie BirchSaturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Pic's of a young Rosa and Ethel Birch
Older Ethel and Rosa
This is an earlier picture of Rosa Bell Smith and her sister Ethel.
Wilford House and Homestead
Combine on the dry farm
Cattle on the Birch's Farm
The Old Homestead before the trees where cut
Brief History of Fredrick Thomas Smith
FREDRICK THOMAS SMITH
Fredrick Thomas Smith was born December 28, 1865 in St. Thomas, Nevada while his parents were on an Indian Mission for the Church on the Muddy. He was the son of Thomas Sasson Smith and Amanda Hollinghead Smith. On this mission to the Indians, the settlers lived out among the Indian people. Thomas Sasson “had a way" with the Indians and was highly regarded by them. The family had a little adobe house with a dirt roof. Thomas Sassin became ill with a fever and was sent back for a time to the settlements to the north to see if he could regain his health. He had to leave Amanda in the care of the other settlers there. While he was gone Fredrick Thomas was born. The Indian women and children loved that little white baby. They would come and peek in at the door at the mother and baby. The children, as the baby grew, would take him by the hours. Amanda was so worried that they, some day, wouldn't bring her baby back. He began to understand Indian as soon as he did English. The children would tell him to do something in Indian language and he would do as they told him. The squaws loved him too. His mother tells how he learned to talk Indian before he did English. Thomas Sassin’s health didn‘t improve, and so he had to take his family back North. They moved to Farmington when Fredrick was small. This was his parents original home.
Thomas Sassin had three wives. One wife died before he married Amanda. His one wife Polly stayed in Farmington while the other family went to St. Thomas, Nevada with him.
Fredrick lived in Farmington until he was nineteen years old when his father was called to Wilford to help settle that area. Thomas Sassin was the first bishop of Wilford Ward. President Wilford Woodruff organized it and set Bro. Smith apart.
Fred had a beautiful bass voice and belonged to the first choir in Wilford and belonged to a choir until the time of his death.
He married Sarah Ann Higbee on January 8, l886. After she moved to Wilford, he didn't ever go with anyone else but her they both liked to tell.
He did more in helping settle this new country than most anyone. There was hardly a canal in the whole country that he didn't help build because he always had a good team of horses. He took a contract also to help build the road to Yellowstone Park and spent months. This was the railroad.
He was always working in some organization in the church. He was a counselor in the Bishopric when he moved to Canada. He was always trying to help those in need.
They raised part of their family in Wilford and moved to Canada in 1910 where Sadie was born.
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(We can fill in on Fred's life story as we read Sarah Ann's account of their life in Canada.)
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As Fred and Sarah Ann grew older, they settled down in Cardston to a good life. Times were still hard and Fred did more than he should have done at his age. They hauled their coal from the mine some distance from Cardston. He was at the mine to get a load of coal. He was on the platform just
ready to be loaded and a rush of coal came down and frightened the horses. They bolted and overturned the wagon and Fred was badly injured. He was almost killed then but lived to come home" to his dear wife and companion to see her again. He was tenderly nursed by his family day and night. He was hurt on March 5, 1935 and quietly died April T, 1935.
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Before he was hurt a month or more, he took Vera, his niece, out into the garden to get come things.
He was so proud of that garden. He told her he had something to tell her. Not long before his mother, who was dead, came and said, "You haven It long to live. Get busy and do your genealogy work”. He told Vera he wanted her to get to work too and take care of that work for the family after he died. Vera Smith began to work feverishly at that assignment. She accomplished a tremendous amount of that work before she was taken with cancer. She too knew that her time was limited quite a while before she died, and worked unceasingly.
(Grandma Smith told me this story of Grandpa when she was down from Canada on her last visit with us. - Marie)
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GRANDPA SMITH'S ACGIDENT
as told by Rosa Birch to me (Marie)
Father went to the Beazer mine east of Cardston March 7, 1935 to get a load of coal. H went alone because Lloyd couldn’t go with him.
He drove four head of horses. As he drove up to the mine, one of the horse got frightened and crowded the opposite horse off the platform and they were on a side hill and the other horse got off too. They rolled over and the wagon hurt grandpa and a horse fell on him. He was critically injured. The men at the mine saw the accident. They took him home in a car and. He lived until April 7--a month.
He suffered terribly all the time. Ersal, Lloyd, Delbert, and Uncle Jont took turns taking care of him day and night and couldn't have been more kind and attentive than they were all the time. Mother said his chest must have been crushed and he spit blood most of the time. The doctors said it would be fatal if they operated. They didn't dare do it.
Brief History of Melvin Birch
MELVIN BIRCH HISTORY
I am here to present a brief history of Grandpa Birch's life. Yet words alone, no matter how well chosen or how many, cannot capture the essence of' what Grandpa's life meant to those who loved him. Neither can a recitation of the events of his life convey a feeling of what that life meant to him, of how he lived it in full measure.
Grandpa was a pioneer. At the time of his death he was one of the two oldest people born here in Wilford. He was born July 13, 1887 in a two-room dirt-roofed log cabin near the site of his home in more recent years. He was the fourth child of eight born to Thomas Birch 2nd Mary Hannah Beard Birch. His father was a store keeper and a farmer. The birch store was one of few in this area during the late 19th century. Customers came from as far away as the Teton basin and Marysville to buy necessities, often paying with eggs, livestock, or other things instead of money. One of Grandpa's tasks as a child was carrying a hot dinner to his father at the store on horseback.
Grandpa's father left all the discipline up to his mother. He remembers only once when his father raised his hand towards one of his children. Grandpa grew up on their farm and did very little work other than farming. When he was only l3 years old his father died.
How different life was then! Grandpa's first experience at a school was a tuition school. The teacher, Mr. Walker, maintained discipline by throwing the poker at misbehaving children. The guilty child then had to return the poker to the teacher and stand in the corner. School was not established on any very regular basis. Grandpa said that he had about seven different teachers and apparently went to several places to get his early education. At that time schoolteachers often carne from out of the area and boarded with local residents while the term was in session.
Grandpa said that one of his teachers lived with his family for a time. His advanced education consisted of a year of high school at Ricks Academy in Rexburg. At that time, Rexburg was so far that the children lived there during the school term. It was a little too far to travel by buggy or horseback every day.
Grandpa's father died when he was 13. Soon after that his older brother, Jimmy, got married and moved away to establish his own home. Grandpa and the other children continued to operate the family farm, hiring help when necessary to assist hauling hay or other tasks that the boys could not handle alone. Grandpa had most of the responsibility to running the farm after he was 16 or 17 years old.
Grandpa began courting a girl he had known since childhood, Rosa Smith. He escorted her to dances at the church and to other social functions in a clean, fancy buggy, behind one of the highest stepping teams of horses in the area. They went to Logan, Utah, to be married in the Temple in June 1908. Their marriage plans had to be postponed for a day or so while Grandpa, lacking a month of being 21, sent back to Wilford to get official permission from his mother before the ceremony could take place. Grandma never tired of joking about this for the rest of her life.
After the marriage Grandma and Grandpa settled down in Wilford, occupying a part of the present family home while the rest of Grandpa's family occupied the remainder. He continued to farm with his brothers.
In 1910, Grandpa and Grandma decided to go to Canada to seek their fortune. They moved with Grandma's parents to Kips Coolee near Raymond, Alberta, Canada. Their first year there, Grandpa and his Father-in-law farmed 625 acres for a real estate company. Grandma and Grandpa lived in a two-room shack, which was built at the side of a hill, with the roof running back into the hill. There Lyle was born. While Grandma was still in bed with Lyle a hunter chased coyotes across their roof with his hounds. Their second year there, Grandpa rented 325 acres of sod ground which he planted in grain. The weather was dry; the crop never matured and had to be cut for hay. Again the next year the crop failed be and had to be cut for hay. Discouraged, Grandpa and Grandma sold their horses and belongings to buy a train ticket back to Idaho and home. Grandpa always enjoyed recounting his adventure in Canada, telling how his horses got sick from the trip up there and the change in climate, and of other misfortunes. He never spoke of it bitterly, but as high adventure, something to be retold to his children and their children.
Their wanderlust satisfied, they returned to Wilford to the family home, again sharing it with other members of Grandpa's family. Within a few years all of Grandpa's brothers and sisters had become established in their own homes. Grandpa and Grandma had the family home to themselves and their children. It was the last home they were to need. It served their needs for nearly all of their 59 years of married life.
After his trip to Canada, Grandpa seldom got far from home. He spent some winters in the timber logging with such friends as Andrew Stewart. He found enjoyment even in this hard work, and the companionship of good friends. He never tired of recalling these things in later years, and to us of the younger generation, it was sometimes hard to understand how such work could have been so enjoyable.
Grandpa settled down to the task of farming here again, adding 160 acres of dry farm to the task to make him busier. He contented himself to living in Wilford taking only an occasional to California or to Canada to visit relatives during later years .
There was never any doubt that Grandpa was doing what he wanted with his life. He enjoyed working the earth, watching crops and animals grow and mature under his care. Growing a good crop was a personal triumph. He loved to walk through his fields, measuring the height of his wheat as it ripened. It wasn't in him to neglect any living thing under his care. When it was time to water a crop he was there. When it was time to harvest a crop he was there. His cows never had to wait in the morning or in the evening to be milked. There were always numerous cats waiting in the barn for their saucer of milk at milking time, often performing little tricks he had taught' them in order to get his attention. The family dog was at his heels wherever he went, content just to share his company. When he would pass the chicken house he usually stopped to tease the roosters. Cows that he raised seldom needed hobbles to be milked, that is, unless a stranger went to milk them. They seemed to know and trust Grandpa. Although he raised animals all his life most of his meat came from the butcher shop. It was more than he could bear to butcher a creature he had become attached to, and he became attached to all his animals.
His pleasures were simple pleasures. He didn't need to leave home to enjoy himself. He enjoyed his work. He did like to fish, and told with gusto of his experiences back in the days when he and his friends would go for a few days once in a while to some spot where the fish were big and plentiful. I know from my own experiences that he didn't have to catch a lot of fish or big ones to have a good time. I remember many times when he and I went and caught very few, but still considered the time well spent. If we did get lucky, it provided good conversation for a long time to come. That was like Grandpa. He continually derived pleasure out of past experiences. His eyes would light up as he recounted a story from the past, living anew that good time. He was a reservoir of good times; able to laugh even over those experiences, which weren’t so pleasant at the time, they occurred.
He began his life on a farm and ended it on a farm. His tools changed, as the times changed, but nothing altered his mission in life. When he began, he cared for his horses and the more simple machines of another age so they would serve his needs. He continued to exercise the same care for his tractors, his combine and other more modern machines so that they would serve him well. He derived equal pleasure out of grooming a horse or greasing a piece of machinery. His satisfaction was that for a job well and properly done. He never made a lot or money, and his reputation as a man is confined to a circle of friends and his family. Still his life was an unqualified success. He gave love and received love in return. He raised a fine family that was always close to him. He enjoyed the company of a devoted wife for more than half a century; a wife that he treated gently and with love and who in return devoted her life to serving him and their children. Even now all of his grandchildren and many of his great-grandchildren are here to mourn his passing because in this family there is a close-knit kinship and love that was kindled by Grandpa. From his and grandma's point of view he did those things with his life that he wanted. He was his own man, working his own land, doing it his way.
Even when his health began to fall he continued to work, not because he had to but because that was his life, In later years he would be troubled by the cold weather in the winter, but we always new that if he could make it until spring came again that he would alright. It was almost like the season of spring brought him rebirth, just as it did the plants he spent his life caring for. He found joy in a summer sunrise, as he threw his shovel over his shoulder to go out into the field to water his crops. Life was worth living if there was something he could be doing to make things grow.
He was as at home with a piece of machinery as he was animal. One of his most prized possessions was a self-propelled combine which he began getting ready for another harvest almost before he had completed using it for the current one. These sorts of things were the musical instruments with which he played life symphony. He wanted them well tuned, to do the job efficiently, and in a satisfying manner.
Yes, he was a simple man; he derived his pleasures from the work on his land, from his family, his wife, and his friends.
Brief History of Rosa Bell Smith Birch
ROSA BELL SMITH BIRCH HISTORY
Rosa Bell Smith Birch--born in
Soon after this they moved to Sand Creek and bought a place and stocked it with cattle. Here we had a good two room house. We made butter and sold it in St. Anthony,
There were 8 families out there and Grandma Birch always referred to each of there people as Aunt and Uncle--they were such a closely knit group and the Smith's were such affectionate people. Everyone was always greeted with a kiss.
Every fall the Indians went through on hunting trips and camped on Blue Creek--just above their home. Grandma Birch often told of how frightened she was of them, but the never molested anything but begged for food and wanted trade gloves and things. All the years they lived on Sand Creek they never had the services of a doctor. Three days before Grandma's brother Clarence was born the children built a bonfire.
She was very badly burned--the only place not burned was where the starch water hit her down the front. She had to lie on her stomach 6 weeks with only the remedies of her mother. Grandma always remembered this terrible experience but as a testimony to the loving care she received, and the administration, she never had a scar on her body.
Now the children were in school and as a result of living in such an isolated area, only 3 months of school were held per year and the family moved back to Wilford where they bought land that was all in sage brush. There again the family started a new home. The one fear of Grandma's life was fording the raging streams in the springtime.
To help supplement the family Grandpa Smith worked at many tasks. He contracted taking the mail to Marysville. Grandma Birch used to tell many times of what a privilege it was to her to get to go with her mother who used to take the mail when her father had other things to do. How important she felt in helping her mother drive their horses and maybe to receive a treat of a stick of candy at the end of the journey.
In those days people had to provide their own entertainment. Grandma Smith gave readings. She had a favorite one where she was "Aunt Patience" and Grandma Birch would take a part in her dialogue. Later each of the girls would learn this part and help with the reading.
Grandma tells of how it seemed as she walked to school at
They went to the
They lived at the home place every day of their married years except a couple of years in
When Marie was born, Grandma almost lost her life--lying at death's door for many man weeks. As a result, for many years her health was poor. Her Children all remember the years whenever they saw the old Model-T drive up near the side of the house after they had been somewhere, Grandpa would go carrying Grandma into the house. She couldn't stand much. She had such terrible headaches for many years. In her later life, she has always been so thankful that she has felt so much better and just a day or two ago she said she was so glad she didn't have any pain.
Grandma loved her home and all the things connected with it. She was always busy. She loved to take care of her chickens, old setting hens and little chickens; always canning everything she could get a hold of. Her children tell about the song she always had on her lips. She was always humming or singing a hymn. She loved to sing the hymns and for a year sang in the choir, as long as her health permitted. She loved flowers with a passion. She never passed a home with pretty flowers that she didn't comment on them. Her window sills always were, and still are filled with flowers which she tenderly nourished. If anyone wanted to delight her, they just brought pretty flowers.
She loved her children so much and the loss of three of her babies was the sorrow of her life. She was just never reconciled to there loss. She was always so patient with her children and worried so over them when they were sick. Lyle having trouble with his eyes, Elva with her bad leg--trouble hurt her badly. All her family remembers Grandma Birch always being home, no matter when they came. Always a pretty clean house, plenty of good food ready, cleans clothes and a loving sympathetic ear. As Aunt Elva said—“she always spoiled us.”
The highlights of her life were when her children would all come home bringing their families. She loved her family and wasn't lacking in words in telling them so. She especially loved this last year with Gary and Renee and their Children especially the twins. I am sure everyone who talked many minutes with her heard about these babies.
The whole family wants to pay tribute to Renee and how wonderful she has been with Grandma. We all appreciate it.
The last few years Grandma's health hasn't been the best but she always said "Oh, I guess I’m just lazy" and she just didn't complain
She did love to attend her meetings: Sunday school, Relief Society, and Sacrament meetings and did so whenever she could. She worked in the Primary and Relief Society Presidency and has been a visiting teacher most of her married life and was yet a teacher up to the present time. She was never satisfied until her visit was made. She had a strong testimony of the Gospel and bore it many times. She believed in the power of the Priesthood in administration and felt that her life had been spared many times by that power.
Grandmother will always be remembered by the respect and love that she had for others, especially the love and devotion she has had for her loving husband throughout life and during the past two years while grandfather’s health has been so poor. It has been a blessing to Grandmother that she and Grandfather could be together and help each other to have happiness the last days of her life on earth.
Love characterized Grandma Birch’s life on earth. Whether it was love for a devoted husband, a mother in
I remember how Grandmother used to await a letter from her 98 year old mother in
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