Walter & Mary Ogden Family Reunion

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The following pictures were supplied by May Kay.

Thanks!

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Grave of John Ross & Sarah Wells Ross

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Joseph, Utah Cemetery

Trunk used by William Ogden, grandfather to Walter

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The chapel where Grandma served as Relief Society President

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I love this picture

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It's almost over. Send me your pictures and stories from the reunion. We can share with everyone who wasn't there.

catquinney@yahoo.com

Richfield Cemetery

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OGDEN

Walter Marsh Mary O Ross

3 Sep 1888 11 Oct 1890

26 Feb 1963 31 Aug 1987

Family News

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Marcus Cameron completed the Utah Valley marathon on Saturday and has this report:

It went well. There was one Ogden in the run. Kurt Ogden, he is 41 years old. He is quite a good runner. I liked the run but there was entirely too much downhill. 20 miles of downhill which I was not prepared for. Much more difficult to run down hill than running on an even surface or even uphill. I start trial June 28th so I cannot make the reunion, which I am very disappointed about. Sure, let the family know a descendant actually finished that crazy run in Provo.

Marcus and his brother Walt Cameron are sons of Rod Cameron. Rod is the second son of Phyllis Ogden. Marcus spent a lot of time with Phyllis in her later years when she lived in Albuquerque, NM.

Way to go, Marcus!

Grandpa's Funeral - 1963

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Mary Ogden and her children

Grandma's Testimony

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In July, 1966, I had a desire to go to New York for the Hill Cumorah pageant. So I contacted Dorothy, my youngest daughter in Boise, and she went with me. We had a very enjoyable vacation, visiting Washington D. C. and New York City with many other of the eastern larger cities. We enjoyed the pageant so very much and our love for and testimonies of the gospel were strengthened at that time.

In November 1967, Dale was kind enough to let Edna to with me to the South Pacific islands, Australia and New Zealand, where we enjoyed a day in the beautiful temple there. So I have visited every temple in our church and am waiting for the completion of the Provo and Ogden temples and hope I can attend them. I may even be well and strong enough to go to Washington when that temple is completed.

Throughout the years of my life in the church I have lived and participated in six different wards. Each one had given me strength in leadership and parent-hood, to help guide my family, and a desire to help in any service there I have been needed. After I was released from the executive work in the 4^th ward, I was given the Theology lessons, and for seven years I was privileged to teach in the ward. This gave me great joy, as I had known that I needed to study the gospel more diligently, but always felt I hadn’t time. As I prepared and delivered those lessons on the life of Christ by Talmage, my testimony was strengthened and the time it required for preparation was a real blessing to me. I know that Joseph Smith was a true prophet of God, being instrumental in restoring this gospel after it had been taken from the earth centuries before. I know without a doubt that he was given the plates from which he translated the Book of Mormon, by a resurrected person, Moroni, whom we know as the last survivor of the Nephite people on the continent. I am sure that the priesthood was restored to this earth, being given first to Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdry by John the Baptist, and Peter, James and John. I know that there is eternal life for us if we measure up in our earthly existence.

My dear children I leave you this testimony, and I pray that by reading this you may too have a greater desire to study the gospel in its fullness.

(hand written) As of this printing, September 1973, we have had sixty-nine great-grandchildren; sixty-two living and seven deceased.

Mother of the Year

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In the spring of 1967, I was nominated by my ward Relief Society in Tarzana, California as Mother of the Year, and was chosen runner-up to Dale Evans in the state of California. This was such a complete surprise. I couldn’t sleep or think for several days. I was such an unknown person in that great state and our applications were judged by entire strangers to me. On May 3^rd there was a reception for the mother and also the alternates, myself and Mrs. Collier, a Negro lady form Los Angeles. There I stood beside Dale Evans in the reception line, and she remarked that I had a legion of relatives and friends. It was decided that I should be to New York to the mothers conference and festivities of the judging of the American Mother of the Year from the fifty states. It was a very wonderful experience. Mary Jane Kloepfer, my daughter and Edna, Dale’s wife accompanied me. We had a glorious time, with a room in the great Astoria Hotel where all the state mothers were housed. The programs each day were elaborate and lovely, and we met many outstanding women of our nation.

Diane remembers Jeanne Johnson who married Larry Ogden

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Carol Jeanne Johnson Ogden East was one of my best friends in High School. She started dating Larry Ogden, my uncle, when we were Juniors. Larry was in the military at that time and before Jeanne was a Senior he convinced her to get married; at age 16 or 17! Larry and Jeanne were married 7 March 1952 in Richfield, Utah. She then joined him where he was stationed.

After Larry was discharged from the service they moved to San Fernando Valley in California. They had a lovely home that Jeanne decorated; a talent she continued throughout her life. Jeanne, as I remember was quite an accomplished artist, painting pictures as well as furniture, etc. They raised their two children, Kim and Cynthia while living in San Fernando.

After Larry and Jeanne's divorce Jeanne married David East, a happy, wonderful man whom I think was in the tire business. David was so good to Jeanne and provided her with a great life. At some point they moved to St. George, Utah where Jeanne was active teaching flower arranging and also selling her arrangements. Jeanne and Edna Ogden enjoyed painting together in St. George.
At the present time Jeanne and David are not well enough to answer our calls. We all wish them well.

Memorial Day in Richfiled

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Flags flying over the graves of Ted, Larry, and Ross Ogden. Tricia and Dean Meacham made the flag poles and raise the flags for holidays and family funerals.

Thank you Dean, Tricia and family!

Ted's flag is now over 60 years old. It will be retired this summer and framed. A new flag will be raised in it's place.

Thanks to all who have served this nation!

Walter M Ogden - Mission Release

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This certifies that you are honorably released from your appointment as a missionary in this Mission. No greater service can be rendered that to labor faithfully for the salvation of the souls of men. The gratitude of those who have been the beneficiaries of your voluntary, generous labors will ever be a source of satisfaction and inspiration to you.

May the joy that comes from the conscientious performance of the duties of this high calling ever abide with you and inspire you with a constant devotion to the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Signed by the Mission President, Dale R Ogden -

June 6, 1954

William Griffith Quinney

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Phill tells about his dad, Bill Quinney:

Dad, (Bill Quinney) was born in Logan, UT on June 22, 1923. As a child he liked building things and as a youth he was an athlete (field events, swimming and football). During WWII he was in the Navy as a Chief Pharmacist Mate (Paramedic). He was stationed on Guadalcanal and Bougainvillea in the Pacific with the CBs and Marines. He built hospitals and treated the wounded while airfields were being built. Once a pilot crash landed his plane and as it started to burn Dad struggled to free him from his harness. He worked with a dull knife barely pulling him free before the entire plane erupted in flames. We never heard this story until one of Buffy's sons interviewed Dad for a school project (he didn't like to toot his own horn). Dad received three bachelor's degrees in fine art, commercial art and elementary education. He also had a Masters Degree in Elementary Administration. He became a teacher and three years later became an elementary principal. He loved the outdoors and spent a lot of time fishing. After retirement Dad painted and fished. Mom and Dad served a mission in Canada mostly among the indigenous people.

Dad died in West Jordan, UT October 4, 1998. He was buried in Meridian, ID October 7, 1998.

Bill Quinney and Dorothy Ogden were married 16 June 1947 in Manti, UT. They had a big celebration in Richfield, UT with lots of the Ogden family there. Some of the best Ogden family wedding pictures are of this event.

The White Cadillac

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Walt Ogden loved his family, his ranch, and his sheep. At times he could be seen with a stray sheep riding in the back seat of his white Cadillac. When questioned why, Walt would reply, "Well they paid for it; shouldn't they get a ride in it?"

(If you look closely, the white Cadillac can be seen in this picture)

Eldon Joseph Kloepfer

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Eldon Joseph Kloepfer (May 23, 1920 - April 11, 1968) remembered by Nancy Kloepfer Hess:

My Dad, Eldon, was born in Logan, Utah to Margret Schaub and Fred Kloepfer on May 23, 1920. He was the second child of eleven. He lived in Logan all his life except for the time he served an LDS mission in Minnesota and the time he served in the US Navy during World War II where he was stationed in Chicago, Spokane, Washington D.C. and San Diego.

Dad was always interested in learning new things. In High School he belonged to the radio club. He received radar training in the Navy and was a HAM radio operator. He taught himself some Spanish and played the organ. He was an accomplished singer. He sang at funerals and weddings and always sang around the house. He was an airplane pilot. We always arrived at Ogden family reunions via plane. Dad would "wave" over Grandma and Grandpa's house as we went over Richfield and someone would be at the airport to pick us up when we arrived.

Dad and Mom met when Mom was in nurses training in Salt Lake at the LDS hospital. Although she was engaged to Howard at the time, she agreed to a date if he would take her to the Starlight Ball Room on top of the Hotel Utah. Within six weeks they were married. Mom traveled around the US following Dad while he was in the Navy until she was too pregnant with Dave to travel further. She told me that whenever she really needed money she would call Grandpa and ask him to sell the lamb she got for her wedding present. She figures that lamb must have either had several babies or been sold many times because she was always able to get enough money to make it.

Dad owned and operated his own pipeline construction company, Kloepfer Construction. He had jobs in towns all over the intermountain west. He and Mom had four children.

Dad had always wanted to retire and live in Mexico; maybe own a little hotel by a beach. When the construction company shut down for the winter we would jump in the plane and fly to costal towns in Mexico until it got a bit warmed in Cache Valley. It was also his dream to fly to South America. When we kids were old enough to leave alone, late in 1967, he and Mom accomplished that goal. It was the fulfillment of a major dream. Mom got her pilot's license so she could help fly and they took six weeks to fly from Logan down the west coast of Mexico, Central America, and South America as far as Southern Chile. Then they went to Argentina and across Brazil and up the east coast of South America; through the Caribbean Islands; to Miami and across the United States.

It was only a couple months after he returned from that trip that Dad's plane went down over the mountains near Rock Springs, Wyoming and he died.

Grandma riding Dolly

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(written on the back of the picture)

"Dolly and me, 1981

Grandpa Pearson's 100th birthday"

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Linda Ogden Callaway tells about her mom:

Edna Brox was born on the 4th of July, 1922 in Salina, Utah to

George and Rachel Rasmussen Brox. She was the third of 5 children.

They lived in Marysvale ,Utah where her father worked for the

power company. It was in church in Maysvale that she met Dale Ogden

when she was 12. In the summer the Ogdens were in Marysvale

at the Ranch. She says she knew she was going to marry him.

They were married on Oct 4, 1939.

When she was 14 she had her first real bad experience with the

kidney disease that would plague her for the rest of her life.

Now they know that it is genetic, but they knew nothing of it at the time

or what to do to help her.

When she was just 17 she and Dale Ogden were married in the

Manti Temple. They had 3 children and then got lucky and got Bill.

There are so many things about our mom that I could say.

She was a stalwart member of the church. She loved beautiful things

and beautiful places. She was very talented musically. She learned to play the

piano by sitting close while her sister got lessons. She learned to play

the organ and loved it so much. She played the organ in the

Saint George Temple until her health finally made it impossible.

She was the leader of beautiful ward choirs. She took oil painting classes

and painted wonderful pictures.

During the 60s she had a drapery shop at the carpet store.

She made beautiful drapes that hung all over Southern California.

She and dad were married 53 yrs when he died. She really hated being alone

so she married her friend Wally Gunn who had just lost his wife.

They had 8 fun years together before he passed. Then she had to go on

dialysis that lasted for 4 yrs. The last year was really bad for her and

she chose not to go anymore right after Thanksgiving of 2005. She passed

away on Dec 4, 2005. We her family really do miss her.

Mary Lott Ogden

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Kathy, Susan, Sally, Mary, Marsha, and Walt

Remembering Mary Lott Ogden, wife of Walter Ross Ogden:

Mary Lott Ogden was born in Joseph, Utah on March 25, 1918.

She was the second oldest of 8 children and grew up in Joseph, UT.

She lost both of her parents with-in 4 months of each other when

she was just 16. With 6 younger brothers and sisters, she became the Mom.

She met Ross at a dance at Shady-Dell. They were married in the

Logan Temple on June 2, 1939. Mary enjoyed working in the Church

more than anything. She was a Relief Society President for more than

15 years in 2 different wards. She was a faithful temple worker in the

L.A. Temple for more than 20 years, even during the last five years of her life

when she was on dialysis because of failed kidneys

On April 15, 2004 she worked in the temple, attended R.S. that

night and then died quietly while kneeling beside her bed later that evening.

Her whole family adored her as she did them.

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“Many changes have taken place since I was fixing dad’s tie in the front yard of the old home. It must be more than twenty years. Dad loved to pose for a picture anytime, anywhere, dressed up or driving the sheep wagon, made no difference, he wore the same beautiful smile. He loved life.”

Mary Olive Ross Ogden

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HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL OUR

MOTHERS, GRANDMOTHERS, AUNT AND SISTERS.

WE LOVE YOU!

Walter's Daughter

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From Anna Ogden Jenkins’ journal

My father, Walter Ogden, was one of those people who seem to have friends everywhere. The banker wasn't just the banker, he was a neighbor, albeit from across town, whose name he knew and whose father he knew. The owner of the hardware store Dad knew from boyhood, of course, but he also knew whether he could depend on him to have a high or low mark-up on the tools he sold. And, he knew the principal of the school we all attended. Miss Goldbranson had been there a long time, and her memory was as long as my Dad's. For his part, my father wanted me to grow up to be a teacher and prove something to Miss Goldbranson, I think. I did grow up to be a teacher, and I did get my first job in Miss Goldbranson's school. I remember that the first time she realized I was going to be one of her teachers, and I was Walter Odgen's daughter, she was incredulous.

"Not Walter's daughter!" she said. "Why, I surely remember your father as a boy in this school. Just to think that his daughter is back to teach here!" shaking her head in disbelief.

You can be sure that I was determined to be a teacher she could be proud of. Of course, my Dad had already gained his triumph.

Ross Siblings

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Younger children of

John and Sarah Ann Wells Ross, about 1893:

Joseph and Edward at back;

Lottie, Mary and Flora in front

Lois Sorenson Ogden 1923 - 2010

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Lois Sorenson Ogden

Lois Sorenson Ogden passed away April 21, 2010, in Glenwood. She was born in Rock Springs, Wyo., Oct 10, 1923, to Syril Cristo and Lottie Peterson Sorenson. The family lived in Wyoming until Mom was six-years old when they moved to Richfield. She graduated from Richfield High School Class of 1942.

She married Ted Ross Ogden June 10, 1943, in the Manti LDS Temple. He was killed during World War II in France Dec. 9, 1944. She married Everett L. Anderson Feb. 3, 1946 in Richfield. He died April 7, 1967.

She served in the Sunday School and MIA. She also served as a PTA officer.

She has been able to attend the weddings of all seven of her grandchildren in the Manti Temple

She loved to dance, beginning when she was six years old and continuing throughout her life, trying to teach her children, grandchildren and even great-grandchildren a few dance steps.

Mom had a very artistic eye and could decorate anywhere or anything. She loved to celebrate all holidays and other events with her decorations. When she moved to Salt Lake City in 1968 her talent got her a job with the downtown Sears Store doing the displays on the floor and in the windows. She received awards and recognitions from them for her originality and ideas.

After living in Salt Lake for 10 years she returned to Richfield and continued her display work in a few Richfield stores and in her home. She had decorations in her home for every month and loved making her home festive.

Mom is survived by her daughters and son: Patricia (Dean) Meacham, Glenwood; Terry (Sharon) Anderson, West Valley City; and Jolayne (Don) Okerlund, Salina; seven grandchildren, Cole, Ted, Lana, Jason, Justin, Marlo, and Tyler and 23 great-grandchildren; sisters, Shirley (Harry Graves), Jeri Ward, Meridian, Idaho; brother, Marvin (Vera) Salisbury. Richfield.

She was preceded in death by parents, Syril Sorensen and Lottie Salisury; step-father, Bert Salisbury; grandchildren, Tod Meacham and Eric Meacham; great-grandchild, Taylor Brynn Okerlund; sisters, Frances Staples and Joyce Anderson and a nephew, Tony Staples.

See the photo album for more pictures

Display of Lois and Ted

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Lois' Funeral

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Tricia's Family

Front--L-R: Conner, Cole, Ted, Dean, Tricia, Blake, Keaden, Lana

Back--Kurt, Isaac, Staci, Joey, Cassidee, Kelsie, Savanne, Marlie, Bronson, Kailey, Kevin

Ogden Siblings

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Five youngest children of

Thomas and Ann Marsh Ogden, about 1893:

Charles and George standing;

Jane, Walter and Nora sitting

Ed Clancy

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Walter, Ed and Alton

Phyllis Ogden married Ed Clancy 23 July 1958 in San Diego, California. They enjoyed traveling together and had a beautiful home in Silver Lake in Los Angeles, California.

Ed worked for the California Medical Society and American Medical Association. He was a writer and journalist and wrote for medical journals.

Ed died 9 September 1972.

Ogden Siblings

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Phyllis, Olive, Dale, Ross, Ted and Anna Ogden

Lois Sorenson Ogden 1923 - 2010

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Lois was born on Ted's second birthday, 10 October 1923, in Rock Springs, Wyoming. Her family moved to the Richfield area and she attended school with Mary Jane and Ted in Richfield.

Lois tells about meeting and marrying Ted:

One night it was girl's choice night at the high school. And Mary Jane and I were friends and had invited two boys from Glenwood. We couldn't drive so Mary Jane said,"I'll see if Dad will let Ted take the car and drive us." After the dance he drove the boys back home, then took Mary Jane home. That's the night that was the begining of our short life together.

I started dating Ted when I was a Freshman in High school. While he was waiting for me to finish school he worked at the Ranch, attended school at Utah State and served a two-year mission. After we were married for less than a year he was drafted into the Army. I was pregnant with Tricia at the time, so it was a very lonely time. I loved Ted very much it was hard to not have him here when the baby was born; however he did come home when she was two weeks old to give her a name and blessing. I'll always cherish my life with the Ogden family.

When I was in high school, I was working late one night at Chesty's (a hamburger hangout). When I started to walk home I was walking fast, scared of running into a stranger that time of night. Suddenly there was a man walking towards me. He was walking kind of fast and so I turned around and started to run as fast as I could the other way. Then I heard someone call "Lois". It was only Ted, he had come to walk me safely home.

Ted and I spent some of our honeymoon at the sheepherd on the mountain. One day Grandpa came up to help for the day and ended staying the night. It was pretty crowded with three of us in one bed. Ted sleeping between Grandpa and me.

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Lois Sorensen Ogden, 1923-2010

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Dear Cousins and Family:

Aunt Lois passed away today (Wednesday) at 12:30 PM in Glenwood, Utah. She has been in poor health for a while. Tricia, Terry and Jolayne have all been with her in the past few days.

The funeral for Lois will be Tuesday, April 27, 2010, at Magleby Funeral Home in Richfield. The service will be at 11 AM.

We send our thoughts and prayers to all of Lois' family.

Better Late Than Never

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‘Y’ Is For Yesteryear – And It Arrived For Ogden

By Reed Madsen

Richfield – Red-letter wrestling days of more than a half-century ago have been revived with a beautiful blue and white Brigham Young University letter jacket for Walter Ogden, prominent Richfield stockman.

On his 74^th birthday Mr. Ogden received a jacket with a large block letter “Y” in the mail. He had won it for gaining a gold medal award in the first Intermountain College Championship wrestling meet in 1910.

Thus a wrestling career, which started when a coach saw a youngster (then 21 years of age) chinning himself and encourage him to compete, climaxed 52 years later.

Never Arrived

Mr. Ogden explained that athletic award sweaters were to be given the next year after the championships. The sweater never arrived and he had forgotten about it although he has cherished the attractive gold medal he won for pinning four tough competitors in the 125-lb weight division in 15 ½ minutes.

Two years ago he was introduced to the BYU wrestling coach. This apparently lit the spark of interest which finally resulted in Mr. Ogden’s receiving the jacket. Since the “sweater days” the University has changed to awarding of jackets to athletes.

Mr. Ogden is as proud of the new jacket as he was of his wrestling career and for may years encouraged youngsters in the area to participate in wrestling. He refereed a number of bouts here in his younger days.

Chinning Self

He began his interest in wrestling unintentionally. “I was chinning myself in the gymnasium one day and when I got through the coach walked over and asked me how many times I had chinned myself”, he recalled.

He had no way of knowing for he hadn’t kept count, but he could do it with either arm. “Then I’ll tell you,” the coach remarked, “it was 52 times.” That was enough to place the coach’s eye on him and begin the training sessions.

After college he offered further training in a professional line but marriage and the beginning of a family, coupled with the necessity of making a living, created other interests.

The Wrestler

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Walter Ogden at BYU

Grandma on 'blessings'

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… I’m mindful of the blessings that have been mine through these many years.

First to have had a chance to be born of “goodly parents”, as Nephi of old, and second to have had the chance to be the wife of a good man for time and eternity. Thirdly, to have been trusted with nine wonderful spirits to provide bodies for and help them to mature through the years. These children have brought to us thirty-nine grandchildren, twenty-one boys and eighteen girls. We have Dale and Ted who have filled missions for the church. Now our grandsons are accepting calls, so I’m sure we will help a bit with spreading the gospel throughout the world.

Our son Walter Ross is a very fine medical physician, and school and social life, as well as in his profession and business. Three of our four sons have given their time in the service or out country, and Ted gave his life in World War II. Also three of our sons-in-law filled their assignments in the service of our country.

It was a beautiful September morning when we had to say our goodbye’s to our last of nine, since Larry had chosen to join the Air Force in 1952. Our hearts were heavy at seeing our last little bird fly from our home nest. We wondered how we could tolerate the rattling about in our dear big old family home. All was so quiet that first night as we knelt in prayer and vocally thanked our Heavenly Father for permitting us to prepare bodies and be parents to such a fine family of boys and girls. Beside our nine, we had our eldest grandson much of his life until he was grown, and enjoyed and loved him very much.

It seems such a short time since I had set so many places at the table, and baked so many loaves of bred, and such a short while since our house was ringing with laughter and song, and the yard was filled activity and shouts of boys with horses, dogs and basketballs. Lovely young girls were planning, sewing, and adorning themselves in beautiful party dresses for school or church activities.

Those were happy and busy days with lots of love and some misunderstandings, which I have completely forgotten, and hope all the ten have forgiven us for. Let us only remember the happy days and the joy of being a loving family.

John Ross Jr.

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April 4, 1845 - November 14, 1909

Sarah Ann Wells Ross

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March 31, 1847 - September 19, 1910

Travels

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Our first trip to California together came in 1927, but in later years we came to know the road down there very well, making several trips each year.

We saw the world’s fair in San Francisco in July 1939. Then toured north through the redwoods, and into Canada, visiting my Newby relatives and the Cardston temple.

We have been three times to Yellow Stone Park with different groups of our children, visiting the Idaho Falls Temple at one . . . (a line is missing) . . . George, Mesa, Los Angeles, London and Switzerland temples.

It was our great desire to go to the New Zealand Temple after being the Europe, but other things came about and father’s health began to fail. So that trip was postponed at the time, and never came while we were together. I do hope to go to the Oakland Temple while I am still here.

We have been to the east coast large cities together three times. We went to Florida, Cuba, and Mexico in 1957, and to Hawaii in 1953. I have visited Hawaii twice since father’s passing, with some of my children.

We went to the world’s fair in Belgium in 1958, when we toured many of the countries or Europe, and we also saw the world’s fair in Seattle, Washington with Mary and Ross and their family in 1961.

In the late summer of 1963, I went to Miami, Puerto Rico, Jamica and then to South America with Dale and Edna. There we met their son Steven when he finished his mission, and toured several of the south countries and Central America and Mexico. It was a very lovely trip, as were all others through our lives. . .

Mary Olive Ross & her sister Lottie

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Grandma's sister was Lottie. I'm sure I can find out more about her. I remember going to her funeral in Beaver. I think Aunt Edna took Grandma there as she was staying in St. George at the time. I took my mother over there. After the funeral we went to the restroom or something. Anyway, when we came out everyone had left to go to the cemetery. Not knowing where the cemetery was we never did find it. So we went back to the church to wait for them to return.
Tricia

Dwain J. Pearson

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Dwain J. Pearson was born June 24, 1912, in Richfield, Utah. His first 4 years were spent living in a cabin in Cottonwood Canyon 4 miles south of Marysvale, Utah.
Dwain attended Utah State Agricultural College in Logan. He graduated in 1934 with the distinction of being the first student from Marysvale to graduate from college! After college he worked for the U.S. Dapartment of Agriculture for 9 years.
Olive and Dwain were married September 5, 1934 in the Salt Lake Temple and shared 67 years together. He will always be remembered for the sweet and tender love affair he shared with Olive.
In 1943 Dwain and his family returned to Richfield, Utah where he engaged in a number of businesses including lumber, insurance, hotels, restaurants. Dwain was an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, serving as bishop, in the stake presidency, missionary work, and temple work.
Dwain like to say, "Family is everything."
He is remembered for his kindness, warm smile, and wisdom. Who can forget how he worked so hard in his garden and brought an abundance of fresh produce home for his family and guests?

Mary's thoughts on service

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Throughout all my married life I have worked in some organization in our church. I was superintendent of Religion classes in Richfield 1st Ward soon after our marriage in 1910, and in early 1913, when Olive was a very young baby, I became counselor to Dora S Poulson in Relief Society. I worked in that organization until 1930, when our 4th Ward was created and I was made president and labored in that ward until 1953 when we went to California to spend our winters. Since that time I have only helped where help was needed in any of the several wards we have lived.

Alton and Anna Ogden Jenkins

2010-03-15T12:48:00.002-06:00

Anna Ogden married Alton Alpfons Jenkins on June 21, 1939. Alton was born August 12, 1904, in Logan, Utah. He was the 3rd of five sons born to Sophie Kaestli and David Jenkins. David had a previous marriage to Lena Coburn with 9 children. After Lena died, David courted and married Sophie. She was 30 and he was 59 when they married.
Alton and his five brothers all attended medical school. The two older brothers settled in Miami, Florida, where they had private practices. Alton took on a general practice in Junction, Utah, in 1933 and expanded to a small office in Marysvale, Utah. He and Anna met in the Marysvale area. Anna had a close friend, Gurena DeLange Robinson, who's premature triplets were delivered at home by Alton in 1934. The three babies survived and one even attended Alton's funeral in February 1985.
After only a few years of general medicine, Alton pursued a degree in public health and went to work for the Utah Health Department. He was an epidemiologist for the state until 1968.
Alton was an inventor by nature. He loved tinkering with things and trying to improve them. He fashioned "incubators out of cardboard cartons heated with hot water bottles and light bulbs" for the triplets he delivered. He did home improvements; he enjoyed woodworking, making many items for the home and for his grandchildren. Most of these projects were done with Anna at his side handing the requested tool to him. Always a doctor!

Announcing a new Ogden

2010-03-04T13:56:00.002-07:00

Parker Ogden Quinney was born March 3, 2010 to Matthew and Melanie (and sister, Leah) Quinney. He is 9 lbs 1 oz and 22 " long. Pictures to come!

Parker is a great-great-grandson to Walter and Mary Ogden.

Grandpa Ogden

2010-02-21T16:44:00.000-07:00

We had only two and a half years together after our wedding anniversary, and a part of that time father was not very well. Though he never retired from active farm work, he didn’t labor as much as in previous years, but tried to manage the work and take care of the cattle some.

In September 1962, he became ill and entered the hospital in October. We had five months of anxious watching and he passed away February 26, 1963. He left us a heritage that can’t be excelled; ambition, which has rubbed off onto our family. So each of our children and grandchildren in their line of work stands shoulder to shoulder with the best.

Mary Ross Ogden

2010-02-14T08:00:00.000-07:00

Kim remembers his dad, Larry Ogden, born Feb. 12, 1933.

"I really miss him! He was more than a dad, he was my friend and an all around good guy who loved life and his family and to play and have fun. I could go on and on about Dad."

Fred's memories of Larry:

Larry and I were like brothers. He was just one year older. We shared the same bedroom and worked side by side every afternoon on the farm after school. We would then come home and milk six cows before having our supper and hustling out to see the girls.

We played ball, raced horses, swam in the river and explored the forest trails together.

Larry was a cowboy. He lived it, worked it and loved it. He was a boy in the time of Gene Autry and Roy Rodgers and he named his horses after Trigger and Flicka. Larry knew how to harness and drive a team of horses. He knew how to saddle and pack the mules. He knew how to cook and bake the meals at sheep camp. He knew how to find every trail through the high country.

Larry loved to sing, whether it was Gene, Roy, Nelson Eddy or Jan Peerce. He would sing while we rode, worked, or milked. I remember when we were in the RHS chorus and we sang in the Tabernacle in Salt Lake. We sang our hearts out; Larry passed and I got a “D.”

Larry was a bit of a rascal and one year he only made it to seminary 5 times. Grandma was upset. Grandpa had him work longer and harder on the farm.

I think it was 1951 when Larry enlisted in the Air Force. He became a corpsman. One Christmas we were taking Larry back to Salt Lake to the train and there was a serious multi-vehicle accident involving 20 or more trucks and cars in Mt. Pleasant. We avoided crashing. Grandpa sent me on foot back to the top of the hill to warn oncoming traffic. Larry proceeded to use his skill and knowledge to help the injured people at the bottom of the hill. As usual, Grandpa figured out the things that needed to be done.

Ann Marsh Ogden

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Larry Ross Ogden

2010-02-12T08:00:00.002-07:00

Larry Ogden, on the Ranch.

Lawrence Ross Ogden

2010-02-11T08:00:00.002-07:00

Larry was born 12 February 1933 in Richfield, Utah. He was blessed 2 April 1933 by his father, Walter M. Ogden. His older brother, Dale Ogden, baptized him 2 March 1941 and he was confirmed the same day by Bishop C. P. Christensen. Larry attended Richfield schools. He was married 7 March 1952 to Carol Jeanne Johnson by Dwain J. Pearson. Larry served in the Air Force. Jeanne and Larry had two children, Kim and Cynthia. He later married Linda McCormack.

"Here comes this little bundle of love, when we were almost to think we were "older". A cute little white-haired boy with more energy than a race horse. Can we keep up with him? Maybe he could tell us more about that than his mother can. He was loved by the whole family. And as he began to do things, he was bossed by the same people. He possesses great power to draw people to him. And every kid was his friend; and Jeanne was his sweetheart for four years before He married her, when he was nineteen. Then something happened. They fell apart, and Larry married Linda. Jeanne married David East."

Mary Olive Ross Ogden

Memories of Mary Jane Ogden Kloepfer

2010-02-09T08:00:00.002-07:00

Jack Kloepfer (son)

These are two of my most powerful memories, and are a big part of the driving forces behind the way I do things.

When Dad died, and Mom was faced with liquidating the business for some much needed cash, she could have just gone with the bid from the auctioneering company. She thought she could do better. She did. We sat in the office up there on the end of center street, and licked stamps and stuffed envelopes. Apparently she found a mailing list, and she made easily twice what the auction company promised her, and there was no commission to anyone.

What this taught me was that we need to analyze situations, we need to think things through, and we do not need to purchase someone else's reality of how things should be. More that that, we can become more than is expected of us with just a little bit more effort.

One more thing. I hold my mom's ethics in the highest regard. When her lawyer said that she could sue the beach craft company and get a bunch of money, Mom came to the conclusion that this would probably ruin her life, and probably her children's life's as well. She had some real convictions back then. Those were not easy decisions. She did make the right ones for herself and for her family. I will always be grateful to her that she could let go. On the big things that really had an impact on us. She was impeccable. It was all about love. Thanks Mom.

Mom the world was your oyster, and you cracked it open in a big way.

Linda Kloepfer (daughter-in-law) - David's wife

"The Spirit of the Fourth"

This would be the perfect time to thank you for a special moment that happened many years ago. The occasion was the Fourth of July when you and Grandma Ogden came for a visit. We went downtown with Cash and Peter to see the parade early in the day. I remember watching the parade go by, cheering as the floats rolled past us and helping the boys gather tossed candy. What made this moment. I was sharing it with 4 generations of family. I felt honored to be there with all of you. Thank you for sharing your family with me.

Happy Birthday and a big Birthday hug!

Molly Hubbard (granddaughter)

Memories of Grandma Mary:

She was my "black grandma" because she had black hair while the other grandma had white hair. People were startled by my insistence that I had a black grandma when they were just sure I was a white child.

Grandma taught me about candy that was called a "sugar tit" and I shocked all of the people in a boutique by singing "grandma is a sugar tit" over and over while shopping with my mom.

I used to play on her bed in the Logan house and try to balance the low hanging round lamp on my head and dance in circles. Grandma would say Who's that diddlin' in my lamp?!" and I would laugh and laugh.

I would ask her "Where's Papa?" after Grandpa Eldon died, but I learned to stop because it made her cry.

I was fascinated by her built in closet at the Logan house. There was a pink heart shaped candy box in there that I loved to play with. I loved to eat grandma's Cowboy Eggs. I loved her dog Fanny the beagle.

As an adult I have realized how brave Grandma Mary is - in so many ways she is a better woman than I could ever hope to be. Happy Birthday Grandma, I love you so much!

Nancy Hess (daughter)

Happy Birthday Mom!

I want to thank you for the gift you gave me when you taught me to laugh at myself and enjoy the moment.

I'm remembering how much fun we had with the little red power boat that you had. You drove while we water skied behind. Even though you were deathly afraid of the water you jumped in and did a bit of skiing yourself. When I rode the banana boat the other day I thought of you and knew that you would have got on for the ride too.

What a great time we had traveling. Paris, Prague, Guatemala, Bear Lake, and of course - Mexico! Remember the time when you came to visit us in Germany and you, me and Kelly (18 months old) in a umbrella stroller got on a train and went to Berchtesgaden for a long weekend. We didn't have reservations or a plan but ended up in the hotel room where Heinrich Himmler (old Nazi general) had lived. We found a daycare for Kelly and took off exploring Bavaria. We had to improvise and take the opportunities that came our way. Your charm and good looks got us by and we had experiences no one else would have had if we had planned and taken a tour.

You have always been a very strong, independent person. When Dad was alive he was gone for a week or two on jobs. When the disposal got clogged you didn't call a plumber or wait for Dad to come home. Out came the plunger and tool box. We certainly inherited a legacy of fixing things ourselves.

What crazy, young woman would have met a guy while giving him an enema (in the hospital while in nurse's training) and married him six weeks later. Perhaps a passionate one.

Thanks for all your gifts - a sense of fun, daring, spontaneity, and passion.

Gailen Hess (son-in-law)

My earliest memory of Mary was of her tapping on the steamed up windows of my car as Nancy and I parked in front of the house. I was 16 years old and she invited us in. Since that first meeting, I have always felt at home in her home.

Kelly Hess (granddaughter)

Mike and I must have very similar upbrings because he voiced my feelings in his email. I must add that our adventure to Guatemala was another prime example of Grandma's spirit of adventure. Grandma followed us on a jungle boat on the border. She was all gooped up with sunscreen and mosquito spray. She hiked into the jungle to see some ruins in a million degrees with 100% humidity - I appreciate that now that I'm 40 and can’t imagine tolerating it at her age. She also called me a "wimp" for not being able to keep up with her shopping. I thought a lot about the legacy I have been left on my recent trip to Mexico and I feel so blessed to call you all family!

LOL Kelly

Michael Hess (grandson)

I guess I will be the first to mention the family reunion trip to Santa Barbara really my first experience with Grandma and her adventurous spirit. Boy did she pay dearly for that one! Other great memories are again, riding in the "Cadillac" down highway 89 singing "Big Rock Candy Mountain" and going to visit Great Grandma Ogden on our way to Kanab to see Uncle Dave, Aunt Linda, cousin Cash, and later, cousin Pete. We had such a great time singing, hearing all of Grandmas childhood stories she got shot ya' know. and teasing her the whole way. And last, but best of all, there was nothing that could compare to the electric atmosphere of Grandma's living room at Christmas time, presents all the way out to the door and cousin Scotty dressing up as Santa, waking up before the grownups went to bed from the party the night before and getting that first Atari!!!

Jill Koncar (daughter)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!!!

So many memories from childhood to present...but yet, the best and most rewarding times I have spent with Mom have been the last couple of years caring for her and having the luxury of spending a lot of time together. One really recent memory was in December while shopping in the candy aisle at the grocery store. The Christmas music playing overhead, Mom and I with our grocery carts, hers for balance and mine for the groceries, All of a sudden Mom bursts into song. "I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause". I turn to see her behind me coming down the aisle with her best as she can do dance behind the cart. It was immediately contagious. I I joined her and we entertained at least a dozen or so smiling customers. So like my mom to make others smile.

Annabelle Larsen (granddaughter)

My favorite memory of grandma is going to her house in Logan and waking up to the smell of coffee and toast.. then watching The Price is Right with her. Every time I went to grandma's house it had a smell.. it was usually turkey for the holidays.. we would drive up from Salt Lake.. usually through a blizzard and walk into the smell of great food.. but I loved the times It was just me and her watching The Price is Right, with Bob Barker!

Brian Larsen (grand son-in-law)

My best memory of Grandma was the first time I went to Mexico and shared a good dinner at Tonita's. We had such a good time!

Talia Larsen (great granddaughter)

I love my Great Grandma Mary. She always makes me very happy. She is very sweet and loving. She loves watching me and my brother play Karl Malone. I love doing special things for her and taking care of her, like rubbing her hands with lotion. She is the best!

Drake Larsen (great grandson)

I love her. She is nice to me. I like to see her at Sunrise and have lunch with her.

2010-02-08T08:00:00.001-07:00

Mary Jane, Phyllis, Bill Quinney & Anna

Mary Jane Ogden

2010-02-06T10:33:00.002-07:00

Mary Jane was born 9 February 1924 in Richfield, Utah. She was the seventh child of Walter Marsh and Mary Olive Ross Ogden. Mary Jane was given "a name and a blessing" by her grandfather, Thomas Ogden, 6 April 1924. Mary Jane was named after her mother and her father's favorite sister, Jane. She attended schools in Richfield, Utah, and graduated from Richfield High School. She attended LDS Nursing School and University of Utah. She "got the love bug" while in nursing school when she met Eldon Joseph Kloepfer. They married 5 October 1944 in Salt Lake City.

"Mary Jane was born on Saturday morning at six o'clock, very normal size and cute as could be. She had very beautifully shaped lips, and always a smile on her face. She was especially fond of magazines when she was one year old, and other toys had no charms for her for some time. She was a very playful little girl who would rather climb trees and hike in the hills with her brothers than play paper dolls with sister Dorothy. She loved Dorothy very much and was a little mother to her."

Mary Olive Ross Ogden

To my granddaughters . . .

2010-01-30T07:57:00.001-07:00

To my Granddaughters

Probably at my demise you will be given these little tea cups.

In the beginning they were fashioned of clay by the potter’s hand. Then it had to be smoothed and fired in great heat to make it perfect.

So with you hear sweet grand daughters after your parents fashioned your perfect bodies they spent much time to enhance your exterior and lives within that all who knew you could be happy because of your loveliness.

As you fashion your own dear babies, I hope you will take the same great pains to help them grow in loveliness and beauty within.

Grandmother

Buffy Quinney Rains - Memories of Dorothy

2010-01-24T21:13:00.000-07:00

One of my earliest memories was hanging out with Mom while she hung out the wash. At the time, the twins were walking and Pat was only a year older. I was between 5 & 6. Mom would tie a rope around the twin’s chests, hook it to a D ring that was attached to the clothesline, so she could keep track of them while she hung the wash. Even after Dad put up a 6' fence, Carol and Kent could still scale it, so she had a big job preventing escapes!

Phill Quinney - Memories of Dorothy

2010-01-24T21:04:00.002-07:00

It was difficult to get stories about Mom from Mom. She was quite modest and preferred to talk about her parents, siblings, and others. But here are four that I can remember - a couple of them because I was there.

Story 1

When Mom (Dorothy) was three years old she got a sliver of wood under her fingernail. It infected and turned to blood poisoning in her arm. The doctor came and told Grandma that the arm would have to be amputated to save her life. Grandma refused and asked the doctor to try something else. He cut her arm inside near the armpit to drain off the infection. In order to get her to cooperate and hold still he gave her a silver dollar, which he put on the dresser in her room. After days of reopening the wound in the arm and draining the infection it finally healed with no ill effects. She was never sure if he really gave her the dollar or eventually took it with him.

Story 2

When Kent and Carol were infants they didn't really look alike. Carol was chubby and robust with straight hair while Kent was scrawny with log wavy hair. Carol was often mistaken for the boy and Kent for the girl. Nevertheless often people would see them with Mom and ask, "Are they twins?" Mom would reply, "Yes." Then they would ask, "What are they?" The reply, "A boy and a girl." Then they would inevitably ask, "Are they identical?" She always had to stifle her first inclination which was to say, "not when I changed their diapers." Instead she just said, "No."

Story 3

The winter of 1949-50 was a heavy snow year in Logan where we lived while Dad finished at Utah State. To get a few groceries at Mr. Tym’s store a half block away was a major ordeal. Roger was an infant and I (Phill) was just two. We couldn't be left home alone so Dad attached a wooden soapbox to the sled into which Mom put a quilt. Then I was put in the bottom of the sled with Roger on my lap (we had snowsuits on) and the quilt was wrapped around us. I actually remember this.

Story 4

When Dad was in the first years of high school, his family moved to Richfield for a couple of years. They lived just down the street from the Ogdens. Dad used to walk to school with Jane who was his age. Mom and Dad really discovered each other when Mom transferred from BYU to Utah State after her freshman year and Dad returned from the Navy. Mom made it through three yeas total in English before they married and I came along.

Pat Quinney - Memories of Dorothy Quinney

2010-01-24T20:54:00.005-07:00

One of the many things that we are so proud of as children/grandchildren of Bill and Dorothy is their missionary experience to Winnipeg in 1990-1991. They lived in St. Joseph, which is the Canadian side of the border at International Falls, Minnesota. They were there serving the indigenous people of the area.

One of the choicest memories was watching their grandchildren sing “Grandma and Grandpa are going away on a mission” at their farewell in Boise during the summer of 1990.

I thought it would be appropriate to share with the family what our mother was doing on January 24^th, 1991 (her 65^th birthday) during their mission. Our father wrote us a letter that day giving us the daily events. It is nothing momentous but it was a snippet out of her life on her birthday.

Jan. 24, 1991

“It’s mom’s birthday today…She is 39 and a little. We didn’t even have a cake, let alone a candle. We could have used the candle for heat; it has dropped down to -35 F, again. We just had our day of January thaw. For her birthday party we were invited to “Honor the Clergy Day” with all the ministers from Fort Frances. As usual mom charmed them so I didn’t get kicked out. We were treated best by the Catholic priest and Lutheran Minister. There were a couple of them who were quite stiff-necked. They ignored us.

We have been celebrating the birthday by pitching baskets…Mom is about ready for the pro’s. (There are lots of meanings for pro) [My attempts at humor were dumb]. Make up your own. I really can make a basket once in a while. It’s what we do for exercise. The church basketball court is one basket in a 30x60 room.

(Mom takes over writing the letter at this point)

The genealogy computer finally came. We should maybe get it set up this weekend. Then we will have a new toy.

We are going to Whitefish for church Sunday. Hope we don’t freeze on the way. Another talk to prepare.

I have to give a lesson in Relief Society Wed. then have another Zone conference interview that afternoon, and Young Women’s program at night. Thurs. is zone conf. all day. Other than that we’re not busy (ha ha). We love you all,

Mom, Dad – Gram, Gramp

Kent Quinney – Memories of Dorothy

2010-01-24T20:45:00.001-07:00

The case of the missing hiking boots. . .

About 1965 we were camping up by Idaho City at Rabbit Creek. We stayed there several days. When we got home, Mom couldn't find her hiking boots. We looked everywhere for them, never to be found. . . About 5 years later, we were camping up at Rabbit Creek again. Mom found her hiking boots in the sand near the creek. She cleaned them up and used them again.

Mom, our defender. . .

When I was about 5 and Pat was in first or second grade, he was coming home and telling Mom about an older kid following him and trying to pick a fight! I remember one day driving with Mom in the old De Soto looking for Pat after school to pick him up. I remember Mom seeing him down the ditch bank fighting with another kid. Mom stopped the car, ran down the ditch bank and picked the kid up and shook him and told him to leave Pat alone.

Mom the nurse...

Mom took out the stitches in my foot while propped up on the dashboard of the Pontiac while driving to Baumgartners Campground.

Elizabeth (Buffy) Quinney Rains - Memories of Dorothy

2010-01-24T12:42:00.001-07:00

Here's what I've been remembering about Mom.

Mom is the eternal optimist. Her faith has always been a source of strength and example to me. She always knows that things will work out. Along with Dad, they always made me see that "someday, you'll laugh about that!"

One of my earliest memories was hanging out with Mom while she hung out the wash. At the time, the twins were walking and Pat was only a year older. I was between 5 & 6. Mom would tie a rope around the twins chest, hook it to a D ring that was attached to the clothesline, so she could keep track of them while she hung the wash. Even after Dad put up a 6' fence, Carol and Kent could still scale it, so she had a big job preventing escapes!

One day in 6th grade, I was wearing the blindfold for blind man's bluff (which was against school rules) and I fell and knocked out my front teeth. Mom was on a substitute teacher assignment, and couldn't be reached so Dad took me to the dentist. I couldn't wait for her to get home--I had it all planned out. I met her at the back door singing "All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth!" which I thought was pretty funny. Mom burst into tears! I guess "someday you'll laugh about that" hadn't come around yet!

Mom was Room Mother in one of my grade school classes. I remember feeling so proud when one of my friends said she was the prettiest one there. I just thought she was the nicest!

But, what I cherish most is the dinnertime conversations we had about the gospel. Of course they were wedged in between elbowing and giggling and teasing. I'm sure it was frustrating for both Mom and Dad, but I do remember some of the things I learned there. And I do remember Mom's selflessness nursing Dad during his long, last battle. I felt so sorry for her, but she said those years were the sweetest of her life!

Finally, I'm thankful for her courage battling with cancer. She was only supposed to live for 3 weeks, but she lived for almost 1 1/2 years. John and I went to see her a week after he returned from his mission. She died the next week. Then John told me about informing his mission president of her illness in the first weeks of his mission. His mission president paused for a minute, then told John, "your grandma will live until you return from your mission." Mom was always patient with Lord's timing and had such great faith in His plan.

Thanks, Mom.

Carol Quinney Perry - Memories of Dorothy

2010-01-24T12:41:00.005-07:00

I was thinking about how Mom used to make those frowny faces in Sacrament Meeting when she was sitting on the stand because she led the music. We would try to get her attention and make a face back at her so that she would smile.

William Quinney - a Poem

2010-01-24T12:41:00.004-07:00

When Mom Cranks Up Her Ear - By William Quinney

For mom inserts her finger

So it fits her ear most snug,

And then begins a movement

That reminds one of a bug.

At first the tempo’s very slow,

Increasing to adagio;

With final movements quickening

She should be in a side show.

The grand finale now takes place;

We come from far and near

To watch the pleasure on her face

When mom cranks up her ear.

Cathy Quinney - Memories of Dorothy

2010-01-24T12:40:00.002-07:00

When you’re young, you don’t always appreciate the best things about a person. So is took me until just a few years before Dorothy died before I really learned to appreciate so many things about her. She had such a strong spirit and testimony and I felt that in her so completely. She was a great example to me. Whenever I feel like I am failing as a mother-in-law, I try to remember how she handled things. It helps me to make decisions and know what to do. (I know kids, I’m not perfect but I am better because of her example to me.) We miss her a lot.

Bill & Dorothy's wedding

2010-01-23T17:32:00.003-07:00

Left to right: Diane, Linda, Tricia, Marsha, Carolyn, Margaret

All of us flower girls were in peach dresses, about the prettiest dress I thought I had ever worn. I remember the moonstone, either Mom’s or Grandma’s, they put around my neck on a ‘velvet ribbon’!! You can see each personality when you look at them. Obviously, the whole family rallied when there was an event like this.

Diane

Dorothy Ogden Quinney

2010-01-23T13:20:00.001-07:00

Dorothy was the fifth daughter and 8th child of Walter Marsh and Mary Ross Ogden. She was born in Richfield, Utah 24 January 1926. Dorothy's father blessed her 7 March 1926. She was baptized by her father 4 February 1934 and confirmed the same day by her uncle, John W. Ross. She graduated from Richfield High School in May 1944. Dorothy attended BYU for two years and agricultural college for one year. She married William G. Quinney 16 June 1947 in the Manti, Utah temple. They were sealed by Robert Anderson.

"Dorothy, you sweet little dainty baby sister, had the love and protection of all your older sisters. With Mary Jane as your chief advisor. If you felt sure you wanted to play paper dolls Janie took that idea out of your mind right away when she had decided to go upon the hill and hunt “diamonds" or follow along with Ted to the spring with Goldie loaded with shovel and all to dig for "gold". I still apologize for not having a portrait. It wasn't because I didn't love you as much, but I didn't take that much time off. We were ranchers."

Mary Olive Ross Ogden

Jeri Cameron Rodgers' memories of Phyllis

2010-01-21T18:32:00.000-07:00

Phyllis Ogden Clancy - or Grandma Phyllis as I knew her - always seemed a woman of intelligence, artistic ability, beauty, and refined taste. I first remember staying with Grandma and her husband Ed Clancy in a Neutra-like house on Silver Lake in Los Angeles. She filled her house with Japanese screens and artwork; the house was always interesting to visit. At that time she took lessons in sculpture and was always working on a different clay sculpture which she enjoyed showing and explaining to me. It was fascinating to watch her work and see how she loved the feel of the clay and the process of constructing her pieces, which were quite good and won prizes in shows. Some she had cast in bronze, but most she left as delicate terra cotta-colored clay which always reminds me of her. At that time she made sculptures of my sister Lori and me, and I am proud to have that sculpture to show her great-grandchildren her artistry.

Later, Grandma moved to an apartment in the San Fernando Valley in LA. As before, she decorated that apartment with taste that was always fascinating, and especially enjoyed Asian furniture. I was fortunate enough to visit her often and even stayed with her for a few weeks while I was in college. She worked as a transcriptionist for a doctor at UCLA and loved that job, as she was constantly learning about medicine and dealing with interesting and international patients. Some even brought her jade jewelry from Asia, and that became her favorite precious stone.

Grandma had an impressive curiosity and seemed to apply it in any situation in which she found herself. She was proud that she could be an independent woman and was able to take care of herself. She loved her two sons Fred Cameron (my father) and Rod Cameron deeply and was very sorry that they had grown up in difficult situations because of her own former problems with alcohol and marriage. She spoke fondly of her third husband Ed and missed him. She frequently took me to visit Grandma Ogden and Dale and Edna when they were in the valley, and she often told me of Anna and their travels together. She could have few sweet treats, but each year bought herself a tin of butter cookies for Christmas and relished them – allowing only a privileged few to share a couple with her!

It was harder to visit Grandma after she moved to Albuquerque to be nearer Rod, but she was impressive in her ability to maintain curiosity and a sharp mind in the face of declining health. She was so appreciative of Rod and her grandson Marcus for taking care of her; and she developed an even closer relationship with Diane Pearson Mackey, who was always very good to Grandma.

Lori Cameron Duncan - (Phyllis' granddaugher) - memories of Phyllis

2010-01-21T18:31:00.000-07:00

Jeri spent much more time with Grandma then I ever had a chance to spend with her. Jeri completed a master's degree in Geology at UCLA and lived not far from Grandma's apartment in Sherman Oaks during those 2 years. They both enjoyed the time together.

Grandma impressed me later with her "grit" and resourcefulness when the Northridge Quake hit the San Fernando Valley at 4:30 am in the morning of Jan 17, 1994. She had to crawl on her hands and knees out of her apartment in the pitch black darkness of the heavily damaged apartment building. All the neighbors helped each other as they had to "camp out" outside for fear the buildings would collapse. Grandma Phyllis told me that they all got each other through the ordeal.

We saw the frightening live video on television of the broken gas mains in flames and recognized the streets near Grandma's apartment. Police would not allow anybody to come into the area. Dad's good friend lived in West Covina at the time and was able to get in and retrieve Grandma. He went in to the building to get some of her things and brought her to his home. He went back with his sons and carried everything else he could out of her apartment.

Dad and I went up to take care of her and help her. She determined that it was time to start over in Albequerque and be near Rod after living so much of her life in the Los Angeles area. I think that showed a lot of her hallmark courage and heart.

Diane Pearson Mackey's memories of Phyllis

2010-01-21T18:30:00.000-07:00

Phyllis was born into Grandma's family as the third girl after Anna and Olive.

She was always quite a challenge to Grandma and Grandpa because she marched to the beat of her own drummer.

She was a self taught and accomplished cultured individual in many areas such as medicine, history, the visual arts, music and even politics. Phyllis worked as a secretary in the law profession and many later years in the medical world. She retired from the UCLA Medical School as the Office Manager and Secretary to the Chairman of Head and Neck Surgery. Always being inquisitive and curious even in her late eighties, AND without her sight, listened and learned from television college classes.

Phyllis was a very accomplished sculptress, her medium being clay after which she cast her pieces in bronze. Her Granddaughters were fortunate enough to inherit busts of their likeness.

I have fond memories of Phyllis the last ten years of her life when she lived in Albuquerque. My husband and I would take her out to lunch many times in our truck. Charlie would carry a step stool in the back of the truck, take it out and place it for her to step on, and with a further boost get her into the front seat. She was VERY petite. Off we would go to Chile's for her favorite burger.!

We enjoyed a lot of laughs in those days.

Phyllis suffered terribly the last few years of her life. However, she was brave and never complained. Her son Rod and her grandson Marcus were her constant loving caretakers. She was a courageous and strong woman. It is my honor to pay tribute to her on her birthday.

Phyllis Ogden

2010-01-16T12:52:00.000-07:00

Phyllis was born on Friday, 20 January 1916, in Richfield, Utah. She was blessed 5 March 1916 by her grandfather, Thomas Ogden. Her father, Walter Marsh Ogden baptized her on 3 February 1924 and Robert D. Young confirmed her the same day. Phyllis graduated from Richfield High School in May 1935.

"I don't need to say you were one of the most dainty and beautiful babies I ever saw. One can see by this picture at six months. And more you still remain the beauty of the family. Not just looks but lovely inside, are you. Such a sweet daughter and sister. Your paths may not have been strewn with roses always, but you kept an outward appearance that covered all worries."

Mary Olive Ross Ogden

The Hostage - by Phyllis

2010-01-09T18:00:00.000-07:00

HOSTAGE

By Phyllis Ogden

“What the hell are you doing? Acting like a coyote and roughing up the sheep like that!”

This was the sheep man’s shouting to the Mexican herder who had been with the sheep for some weeks now. Joe, the Mexican, was a cousin to Dan, who had been with Walt Ogden’s sheep for years. He was a reliable and stable herder, but had taken time off to be with his sick wife, and had sent his cousin, Joe, out to herd the sheep. Walt liked Joe as he did everyone. Walt was a generous man who helped his herders and their families whenever the need arose, but he also expected his men to “use their heads” as he put it.

Walt had watched Joe from the camp wagon as he rode around the sheep. It had been a cold winter and the sheep were most secure against the cold when they were held together instead of being allowed to roam in the desert. As Walt watched Joe, he noticed the sheep were frightened, so he rode his horse down the slope to assist Joe in his task and heard Joe yelling at the sheep. As soon as Walt reached Joe and shouted to him he noticed that Joe turned white when he mentioned the word “coyote.” Did Joe think he had called him a “coyote?” Did Joe misunderstand him? Walt didn’t have time to think of it because the sheep were running and scattering so fast that there was much work to be done before dark to gather them. He rode, gently pushing the sheep into a group and drove them to a small valley which would protect them somewhat from the driving snow and wind for the night.

As he worked he noticed Joe was riding toward the camp wagon. Walt finished his task and dug his spurs into the horse to hurry him on to the camp wagon to get to the bottom of the trouble with Joe. Joe had to be told how to handle the sheep, and also told to finish his task before going to the wagon.

Walt lived in a small town about 75 miles away from the sheep camp, and came out to the sheep camps once a week to bring supplies and check on the sheep. It was a three day trip for him, usually, as it took one day to reach the first camp and another day to visit the other two camps which were farther out on the Utah-Nevada desert. The return trip took the third day. This week he had to remain at the first camp for several days until a camp tender came out as the last one had taken ill and had gone to town with Dan when Joe came out to relieve him. Walt had intended to stay here with Joe and let Dan and the sick camp tender take his car to drive back to town, so he was left with just horses. Travel was difficult in 1920 with cars being what they were and roads being just sheep and cattle trails. It was a difficult ordeal to plough through snow and mud to the sheep camps and back so often part of the trip was by horseback.

As Walt reached the door of the sheep wagon he saw Joe standing beside the door with the gun in his hands. His eyes were dark and glazed and he looked like a crazy man. Joe didn’t move but never took his eyes off Walt.

Walt said, “Look, Joe, those sheep can’t be run around like horses!” Joe just stared at Walt, but slowly raised the gun and pointed it at Walt. Walt said, “Now Joe, what is eating you?”

He moved into the camp wagon and took off his coat and slammed the lower half of the door, and reached for the upper half of the camp door to close it when Joe stuck the gun in his ribs. Walt whirled around and faced Joe, and could see by the cold stare on Joe’s face that Joe was about to kill him. Panic hit Walt. He felt the fear race up his spine and into his arms and brain. He tried to think but the panic made it almost impossible to control himself. He braced himself against the door and heard himself saying, “Joe, don’t shoot.”

He watched the muscles in Joe’s face and the hand that covered the trigger on the gun. He could see the blood vessels throb in Joe’s throat and hand. He seemed to remember vaguely the terrible fear he had when the mountain lion had jumped at him a few short years before, but his mind was saying to him, “this is a man, not an animal. There is some way.”

With that Walt moved in front of Joe and grabbed a frying pan and put it on the camp stove. He heard himself say, “Joe, it is time to throw some lamb chops on the fire. I I’m starved, aren’t you?” Somehow he started cooking a meal for them. Joe just stood motionless with the gun on Walt. Walt knew there was no use running for help. There weren’t any men within miles of them and in this blizzard he could never reach their camps in the dark. Walt finished the meal and set two plates on the table that pulled out from under the bed in the end of the wagon. “Come and eat, Joe.”

Walt sat down and tried to eat something but his shaking hand would hardly reach his mouth and his stomach felt like expelling every mouthful he swallowed. Joe lowered the gun and moved the two steps to the bench and sat down at the small table between them. As he did this he put the gun at his side on the bench. He grabbed his meat from his tin plate and savagely tore at it with his teeth. The food disappeared from his plate as though an animal had devoured it in one motion. Then Joe again had the gun in his hands but this time across his lap as he sat staring at Walt from across the table.

Walt had felt more in control of himself for a few moments, but the fear again took over this whole being. He thought of running away from the camp wagon and for a moment escape seemed to be possible, but he wiped his hand over his face as if to remove a cob web and his mind began to work again and Walt started cleaning up the dishes. He felt more in control as he moved within the limited space of the camp wagon. As long as his body could somehow move he was able to control his mind and fear. As Walt moved about cleaning up the dishes and washing himself, he never turned his back on Joe, nor were his eyes off the gun for a second. When his tasks were finished, Walt again decided he had to talk Joe out of this crazy thing he was about to do.

“Joe, tell me what is wrong. Joe, you know Dan wouldn’t act like this to me. Joe, you know how I have taken care of Dan and his wife, Lupe, and their children all these years. Joe, I am your friend. Joe, don’t you believe I am your friend? I would never harm you, Joe.”

But his pleadings brought forth no words from Joe; only the cold, crazy stare. Walt searched his mind for a way to shake Joe out of his insane thoughts. “Joe, did you fill the barrels and cans with snow to melt, tomorrow? The horses need water and we need water too.”

Joe looked as if he never heard him. It was as though Walt was talking to a man who was deaf. “Joe, I am your friend. The Priests have told you your friends will not hurt you.” The pleadings fell on deaf ears and a mind that was frozen with hate to the point nothing would penetrate it.

The small alarm clock seemed to rattle instead of tick that night and with each sound it made Walt’s nerves jumped and the fear ran through his body and mind. He would fight off the panic now and then and give his mind a chance to work, but again the crippling fear would burst loose and seize him. Walt steeled himself against this fear almost as if he knew his fear was his greatest enemy; even greater than Joe. If he could only control his mind he could eventually control Joe. Walt picked up a book that lay on the seat of the camp wagon, and pretended to read. Walt’s hands shook so he could hardly turn the page, and he had to brace the book on his lap to keep it from falling out of his hands. Walt sat with the book in his hands as if it were the armor that would protect him from the bullet that was in Joe’s gun. The wind jarred the camp wagon with a gust that almost shook them both loose from their seats and Joe held the gun close against himself to keep it from slipping out of his grasp.

As the night wore on Joe finally got himself up off the bench and unbuckled the holster and put it on the bench behind him. Walt found new hope in Joe’s movements as he knew Joe was readying himself for bed. His mind wildly raced along and he could see himself grabbing the gun as Joe laid it down in his undressing, but Joe never undressed nor did he ever lay the gun down; instead, he moved himself up onto the bed in the end of the camp wagon and laid down with the gun in his hand, but he didn’t close his eyes. Walt moved about the camp wagon, first readying himself for bed, then dressing again for fear to remove his clothing would leave him without armor. Walt sat down again and pretended to read the book, all the time with one eye on Joe, waiting for him to sleep, but Joe never slept that night and neither did Walt.

Toward morning, Walt laid himself on the bed beside Joe. His body was then aching with the tension he had for so many hours, and even the fear of being close to Joe could not equal the fatigue and motionlessness of a marked man waiting for the shot which Walt had begun to think was inevitable. He even thought at times that he would welcome it and have this horrible nightmare over.

As he slid his body into the bed, Joe raised himself to his knees and pointed the gun at his face. “Now, Joe, I need rest and I won’t bother you. Let’s sleep. It is almost morning and sheep have to be cared for before long.”

As Walt lay there looking at Joe, he thought perhaps Lupe had another gun in the wagon; or if not, maybe he could catch Joe with his back to him and use his pocket knife. When it started to get light, Walt moved from the bed and began to search the storage bins under the benches for what he hoped would be another gun even though he never remembered having more than one gun at each sheep camp. As he searched, his fingers and hands moved the food articles and the necessary equipment for the sheep camp around as if he were searching for gold. When he had found the bins didn’t produce a weapon he wildly searched the drawers in the lower part of the bed rack for one. After he finished his search, he couldn’t believe there was not another gun, and he must have missed it in his haste. He went over each bin and drawer again and again with Joe’s cold stare on him.

As Walt gave up the search his eyes filled with tears for he remembered his lovely wife and children at home. Perhaps, he would never see them again. He even wondered what Joe would do with him once he had shot him. Would he throw him out in the snow and leave the sheep camp or would he bury him and tell the world that Walt had left the camp and never returned? The panic struck again and Walt felt like he could not go on.

“Joe, why won’t you talk to me? What have I done, Joe? I have a wife and children at home and they need me, Joe, like Dan’s wife and kids need him.”

But, Joe only looked with the glazed, crazy stare in his eyes and felt his gun.

As the sky lightened, Walt seemed to regain his courage and he wanted only to be out in the open. He put on his coat and fur lined cap and opened the door to the wagon.

He looked at Joe and said, “I must look after the sheep.”

If only Joe will stay here in the wagon and let me ride away, he thought. But as he moved to leave the wagon Joe moved off the bed and grabbed his coat, all the time keeping the gun on Walt and he followed Walt out of the wagon. Walt saddled his horse with Joe watching his every move. The weather had cleared and the wind had died down now. A new covering of snow was on the ground and they moved about untying and saddling the horses with difficulty.

Walt got on his horse and started to ride away, but Joe threw his saddle on his horse and was on Walt’s tail within seconds. Walt rounded up the sheep and started moving them gently about in search of sage brush that wasn’t covered with snow while Joe stayed just behind with his hand on the gun. All day, they moved together as a man and his shadow would move. Walt’s body felt like lead and the only time he felt life within himself was when the fear and panic would hit him as he looked at Joe’s gun.

When the sun was high in the sky, Walt turned his horse back to the camp wagon for he knew his horse needed food and water and he needed a drink of water badly himself. Even though he had time and again eaten the snow to wet his mouth, it was dry and parched as though he had a fever; the fever of fear.

Once back to the camp, Walt had no intention of going to the camp wagon for even with the frozen air, he felt safer outside than he did inside with this mad man. Walt filled the iron barrel with snow and started a fire under it with wood which had been stored under tarps for protection against the snow. He warmed himself beside the fire as he watched Joe doing the same, and he thought to himself that is was odd that he could not feel the cold that day - his only feeling was the fear that rose and fell within him. When the fire of fear would fall away, he felt nothing, but the fire of fear would course through him most of the time.

As he stood waiting for the snow to melt and the horses to feed from their feed bags, Joe moved into the camp wagon and vanished from Walt’s sight momentarily, then reappeared in the door of the camp wagon with a loaf of bread in his hand and was tearing at it with his teeth ravenously.

With the horses fed and watered, Walt spent the afternoon out caring for the sheep once more while the shadow of the gun hovered silently behind him.

When darkness came and the sheep were again bedded down for the night, Walt moved toward the camp wagon. His mind was tired with thinking and fearing and working all day, but he still had a hope that he could talk to Joe somehow, or if he watched closely, Joe, in his tiredness might make a slip and Walt could catch him off-guard.

Walt entered the camp wagon, after tying the horses up for the night, with fear and depression. How could he spend another night in this wagon with this crazy Mexican and gun in his face, but he knew to ride for help would only mean that Joe would shoot him in the back. Walt moved into the wagon and Joe moved in behind him. Walt removed his coat and as he was about to hang it up on the nail in the bow of the wagon, he saw Joe lay the gun on the seat beside him and reach to unbutton his coat. Walt threw himself on the gun and to his amazement, he found his hand tighten around it…

He crouched there with the gun in his hand and heard himself say, “Now it is my turn, Joe. I won’t go on living here in this sheep wagon with you any longer like this.” Joe’s hands went up as Walt stuck the gun in his ribs. “Get out the door, onto your horse and head for the train station 40 miles southwest.”

Joe moved rapidly outside. Walt pulled a roll of bills from his pocket. When Joe got on the horse, he’d just saddled, Walt handed Joe the money while he kept the gun pointed at him. “Here is your pay. I’m an honest man and you did your work, but get the hell out of here. I can’t put up with you.”

Joe grabbed the money and put his spurs to his horse’s flanks. Walt mounted the other horse bareback keeping the gun on Joe. He followed behind to make sure Joe left the area. He saw Joe drop something and back up and look; then spur his horse and gallop rapidly away from the barrel of the gun Walt held. Walt looked down in the snow for what Joe dropped expecting it to be gun shells. It was the roll of bills Walt had paid him for his work. Walt dismounted, picked up the roll of bills and galloped rapidly until he caught up with Joe. Joe was terrified as Walt approached and rode in front and cut him off to a stall holding the gun on him. Watching carefully and slowly Joe’s frightened face, Walt got off his horse and approached Joe handing him his money. “Joe, you earned this money, you need it for the train. I won’t shoot you but you must leave.”

Joe started to cry. Tears fell to the saddle and wet the snow. The man with the gun watched and wondered. “Joe, what did you think I would do? What did you think I said?” Joe replied, “I’m no coyote! “No, you are not a coyote. Let me stay, you are a good man. No, Joe, we had our misunderstanding. That’s over, but we can’t work together now. You are safe. Ride off toward Black Rock and take the train. Someday, I’ll see you again.”

Walt sat on his horse and watched as Joe disappeared over the desert horizon toward Black Rock and the train tracks. He lowered the gun to his side and peace filled his tired mind as he walked his horse toward the sheep camp wagon.

Marsha Ogden Saylors remembers Grandma Ogden

2010-01-04T19:50:00.001-07:00

"I remember that one of Grandma's homes in her later years was the Beach House in Ventura, CA. She lived there with Edna and Dale during the winter months. Early one morning in January, 1983 at about 4:30 am in the midst of a storm and a high tide and high surf the Pacific ocean broke through the windows of the house, flooding and ravaging the downstairs. It was dark and it was wet and windy and noisy and Grandma's bedroom was downstairs!! Edna, Dale and Grandma were all very frightened. Bill and I arrived about 3 hours later to do what was needed to shore up the house to keep it from being further damaged and destroyed with the next onslaught of high tide due in 3-4 hours more.

"We arrived shortly before Grandma left. I remember talking to her. She had a red blouse on, Grandma loved red. And she related to me her fears and her desire to get out as quickly as possible and get back to the Rocky Mountains!! She said, I won't be back! It's too dangerous here. She wasn't due to go home to Utah for another month or two at least. But she wanted to get on the first flight available, in fact she was INSISTENT! Dale sort of laughed a little and said there was no way of persuading her to stay another minute!! They left to take her to the airport and she never did return to the Beach House!

"That storm was the worst one that we have weathered at the Beach House in all the years that we have owned it. We bought the house in 1979. If not for Bill's knowledge of what to do and his expertise in getting it done QUICKLY, we would have lost the house at that time. Some along our stretch of beach did and many sustained extensive damage."

2010-01-02T14:45:00.000-07:00

Olive Ogden

2009-12-26T20:12:00.000-07:00

Olive was born 28 December 1913 in Richfield, Utah. She was blessed by William Ogden 1 February 1914; baptized by her father, Walter M. Ogden 1 January 1922 and confirmed by Frank M. Ogden the same day. She graduated from Richfield High School 29 April 1932. Olive attended BYU from 1933-1934. She married Dwain John Pearson 5 September 1934 in the Salt Lake temple with sealing performed by Joseph Christensen.

"Olive was very opposite in complexion to her older sister, having a lot of very dark hair. Born on Sunday morning at seven. A rather fiery disposition in her young and adolescent years, but one of the most loveable of daughters, mothers, and wives that one could want to know and a very fine Latter-day Saint woman. Olive won a prize at a beauty contest when she was eight months old. She is a very beautiful lady with dignity where it is needed. But can let down her hair and have a real fun time with family or friends. She was an accomplished seamstress very early, making her own and some of her sisters clothes at fifteen. She loved the outdoors and helped her father do many things on the ranch in the summer times. She loved riding around the sheep and cattle."

Mary Olive Ross Ogden

Memories from Lois

2009-12-22T21:18:00.002-07:00

I was still in high school and Ted invited me to Sunday dinner most every week. I said, "I want to sit by Mr. Ogden so I can be sure and get some food". The Ogden family enjoyed their meals. I remember being so impressed with one thing that always took place at meals. Mother Ogden never got up to wait on the table, cooking the meal was her job, but waiting on the table was the responsibility of her daughters. I thought that was a good idea.

One time I was riding down from the Ranch with Ted and Grandpa, a deer ran across the road. Grandpa stopped the car and got out, shot the deer, hurried and put it in the trunk and away we went.

Grandma was such a wonderful person. I loved her very much, and she was always good to me, I appreciated that very much.

The summer after we were married (1943) we were living at the Ogden house and at the Ranch. One day at the home in Richfield it was time to do laundry (men's garments). Grandma wanted them to be clean and white so she put a big pan of water on the stove to boil, then added Clorox. The smell coming from this duty was not too pleasant. Someone came to the door (I don't remember who), but they turned up their nose at the smell. I said "Oh, it's just Mother in the kitchen washing the men's underwear.

Grandpa at the Ranch

2009-12-19T16:29:00.000-07:00

Santa Baby!

2009-12-18T18:06:00.001-07:00

Christmas at the Beach House

2009-12-15T08:00:00.000-07:00

1981

Memories from Mary

2009-12-12T13:52:00.000-07:00

Walter was a very hard working man, and he expected the family members and hired help to carry responsibility, energy, and ambition in their labors.

Even with all the labor and responsibilities, father took time out for short trips for us throughout all the years. We had a family cabin in Fish Lake for several years and always took a week during the summer to play in the lake a bit and row the boat. We would drag a worm through the lake in hopes a fish might be hungry.

When we purchased the Ranch in 1925, dad’s eyes was beauty in the mountains in the opposite direction, and the children, as well as I had many trips upon dear old Mt. Baldy through the next twenty-five years.

It was the summer range for our two heard of sheep, which was our work. So work and recreation were combined, and our wonderful son’s stood close to their father’s shoulder through the years of depression. If it had not been so, we may have lost all. Many men whom we knew, did.

Well, we spent twenty-two summers at the Ranch while our boys were growing through adolescence, and our older girls into beautiful young ladies. It was not exactly a way of life, according to some of our children’s friends, but it made fine women and men in our family, and who could want more.

Our nine children brought many fine boys and girls into our home. We had parties of every kind during the years. I’m sure there are many who still think of the good times had in our big old house. We truly have wonderful memories of years spent while we were all tighter, and shared with friends the joys of home.

“This is our home

Hallowed by friends like you

Who, passing through its portals

Left something very precious

A clasp of hands, a word, a glance.

An understanding heart, perchance,

Or prayer divine.”

Our ranch home was not as comfortable and nice as was our permanent home are 160 S 2^nd West, but many were entertained within its walls and riding horses, swimming in the river, hiking the hills in search of “diamonds” that just grew only on our hills, and many more sports, (if they made the sport themselves). Those were the days when Marysvale didn’t even boast a picture show.

Most of our children socialized with the Marysvale young people during our years of summers there. Anna brought Dr. Jenkins from Marysvale, Olive got Dwain. Dale, with some difficulty persuaded Edna to leave and I think Marie “Windsor” left before Ross did, but remember (Ross’ children), your daddy has taken out a movie star.

How dear to my heart are

The scenes of your childhood.

As fond recollections present them to view

The ranch and the trees

With the train running near it

Yes, every loved spot in your

Young lives you knew.

The wide spreading slew, with

The red hill close by it.

The river, so crooked, winds

Its way through:

How often you stopped as you

Crossed that old river

And took a refreshing dive or two.

The old Ogden ranch house

That stands in the canyon

The dear Ogden ranch

With its cattle and sheep

Many years we came with out family each summer.

Then at last we came with

Only one little boy to keep.

These lines I wrote one day in the spring of 1946. I’m quite sure I was feeling lonely for action, since that was mostly what we had at the ranch at that time or year, but now father’s cares were lighter, and our other children were married or away at school. So we did have cause to feel alone.

2009-12-05T16:25:00.000-07:00

Ted Ross Ogden

Richfield, Utah - Army - European Theater

My father, Ted Ross Ogden, left for training at Camp Roberts, Calif., April 12, 1944. He had returned from an LDS Mission the previous April and married Lois Sorensen in June 1943. While he was at Camp Roberts I was born and he was able to get a two-week leave in July to return to Richfield to see his family.

Training at Camp Roberts was not fun; it included miles of marching in California’s 100-degree summer with full field pack, rifle and steel helmets. More training consisted of firing their new rifles, carbines, mortars and machine guns. They listened to lectures on first aid and scouting. They ran through various combat courses, crawling under machine gun fire and wore themselves out on obstacle courses and drills. By the time they graduated in September they were supposed to be soldiers and report to the front lines in Europe as infantrymen.

Again in September he was given another two-week leave before reporting to Fort Meade, Maryland, in October. Fort Meade was a staging area for soldiers being shipped overseas. They drew all new equipment and had orientation again and again, about insurance, mail and in general how to behave in a foreign country. Nov. 10, he boarded the USS Wakefield headed for—who knew where.

About Nov. 17 he landed in Liverpool, England, boarded a train and passed through London on a cold, rainy night, then boarded another ship and crossed the English Channel into France. There they saw the first real evidence of the havoc of war: sunken ships by the dozens and wrecked landing boats which GIs only a short time before had staged their invasion.

The following days seemed like a bad dream, realizing that he was closing in on the battle. It was a strange country; he was bewildered, scared and homesick. More and more he was realizing the war was real and he was in the middle of it. Then there were days and nights of travel in cold and leaking boxcars. It was bitter cold and some nights were spent in tents trying to get what heat they could by building a small fire in a tin can. There was evidence of bombings everywhere.

A letter written Nov. 24 places him “somewhere in France”. More letters were written on Dec. 1^st and 4^th again from “somewhere in France”. A letter written Dec. 6 states he was in the 314^th Infantry, 79^th Division. His last letter written Dec. 7 said he most likely wouldn’t be anyplace to mail a letter for while.

In the brutal rain and snowstorm the 79^th Division fought the battle of Haguenau in Alsace Loraine Dec. 9.

On Dec. 21 my mother and her friends, whose husbands were also gone, were having a Christmas party when her family brought her the dreaded telegram from the War Department with the message, “We regret to inform you that your husband, Pvt. Ted Ross Ogden, was killed in action Dec. 9, 1944.”

Further information received by our family states that on Dec. 8, Ted had joined “B” Company of the 79^th Division, which was part of Lt. Gen. Patch’s 7^th Army. On the morning of Dec. 9, 1944, Company “B” launched an attack against strong enemy defenses in a wooded area in eastern France, and in the course of fighting Ted was killed instantly by enemy fire.

At the time Ted was killed the army was unable to send his remains home for burial and he was buried in a military cemetery at Hochfelden, France. At that time there was a memorial service held the Richfield LDS Tabernacle in his honor.

On Dec. 7, 1948, Ted’s body arrived at the Richfield train depot with a military escort. I can remember some things about this time of my life. I can remember it was a sad time for my mother. I can also remember his casket in my grandparents’ living room during the funeral service.

The part I remember most is hearing “Taps” being played and hearing the gun salute. Whenever I attend a veteran service I always think of that day.

Our family had been given two flags by the American Legion—one when the memorial service was held, and one when my father’s remains were brought home in 1948.

On Veterans’ Day, Nov. 11, 1954, I, along with my mother, my grandmother and other family members, presented Richfield High School with the flag that had covered my father’s casket.

I can remember that for several years I was very proud to be able to see that flag flying on the flagpole on the RHS circle.

As for the other flag, my husband and I are honored to be able to raise it at the Richfield Cemetery each Memorial Day. It has now been 65 years since my family received that telegram on a cold December day.

(Ted Ogden was a son of the late Walter and Mary Ogden. His widow, Lois Ogden and his daughter, Patricia Meacham, who submitted this story, reside in Glenwood.)

Christmas (abt.) 1985

2009-12-05T15:50:00.000-07:00

From Anna Ogden Jenkins’ journal (or maybe Olive's??)

Christmas Gift

As far as Christmas goes, life holds many wonderful memories. It all begins with parents, I guess, and my parents loved Christmas. My father was a child having fun at Christmas time.

Early on that important morning we would be awakened by Dad shouting, "Christmas Gift!

Christmas Gift!" while loudly ringing a cowbell. Thank goodness, he wasn't Scrooge—but then, Scrooge didn't have any children, did he? That isn't to say my Dad wasn't careful about what was spent on Christmas. In fact, I often think that I remember that about the first of December I would hear Dad saying to Mother, "Things are a little tight--be careful what you spend this month." But we didn't have anything to worry about—we could always depend on Santa Claus.

There was always a Christmas party a few days before the big day at the Ward. Everybody went, and there was a program about the birth of Jesus. I remember that one year Mother took the part of Mary, and she looked so pretty in a blue shawl over her black hair. A year or so later my Dad had some responsibility with the program that made it necessary for Mother to take us children alone to the program, and she said we could see him there and all come home together.

The Christ-child program went on as usual and we listened to the carols sung by the choir and the children, and then the announcement was made that sleigh bells could be heard in the distance. We were all so quiet, waiting to see if it was Santa coming! Sleigh bells rang and got closer and closer still, then out onto the stage bounded Santa Claus with a cowbell in his hand, and a big hearty laugh with his pillow-belly shaking, and he shouted, "Christmas Gift!"

"Christmas Gift!" I thought. Nobody I knew said that but my Dad.

"Where's Daddy?" I asked Mother.

"He's coming later," Mother said, laughing and clapping. "Watch Santa—he's going to be handing out presents."

"Christmas Gift!" Santa shouted, as he brought the candy treats from his pack. "Ho, Ho, Ho," he cried. "Have you been a good little girl?"

"Oh, yes, Santa, I've been good," I answered, while I thought, "You should know I have."

Later, when all the goodies had been distributed from Santa's pack, and the jolly man had said, "Good night! I'll see you all on Christmas Eve! Be good little boys and girls!" and he had vanished out back to his waiting sleigh and reindeer, and the bells had become fainter in the distance—later, here came Daddy asking if we had enjoyed the program and had we seen Santa Claus? As we all went home together, my hand in Daddy's, and Santa's words ringing in my ear, "Christmas Gift! Christmas Gift!" —I thought it was a most wonderful Christmas.

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It was our great sorrow when we sacrificed our Ted in World War II, but we are happy to have Lois and Patricia, who is Ted’s daughter and her husband Dean Meacham, Terry and Jolane, who are Lois and Everett Anderson’s children.

Ted was in France when he lost his life on December 9, 1944. He was buried there until December 8, 1948, when we placed him in our family plot in Richfield.

Our oldest son Walter Ross was also in the service (Navy) in World War II, spending a period of time in the South Pacific on board The Lanier.He is a medical doctor and worked in that capacity. We rejoiced that he was returned to us after peace was restored.

Larry served four years in the Airforce, most of the time in the medical Corp. at the strategic base in Omaha, Nebraska.Their two children were born there.

Dale was one chosen to remain on the home front to grow the food for the world. He and father labored long and hard during that period of the war when there were few men to be hired for help.

Mary Ross Ogden

I don't have an picture of Ted or Larry in uniform. If you have one, please send it and I'll add it.

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