Garth Carrell Dalton and his family moves to Ogden Utah.
Ogden, Utah is in Weber County, 45 miles north of Salt Lake City Utah.
Included in this chapter is the history of Rodney DaltonÕs grandfather, George Henry Fox.
Ogden City is located at the
confluence of the Ogden and the Weber Rivers in Weber County in northern Utah.
In 1989 the city had a population of 69,000 residents. Weber County, which
centers in Ogden as the county seat, had a population of 160,100. Ogden claims
to be the oldest settlement in Utah because of the founding in 1845 of a small
picket enclosure, Fort Bonaventure, on the Weber River by Miles Goodyear, a
mountain man working in the northern Utah area. Goodyear met the Mormons
coming west in 1847 and offered his fort and claim, which the Mormons purchased
in November of 1847. His claim included the fort and the area approximating
the present Weber County boundaries.
In the fall of 1847 and the spring of 1848 James Brown and his family and the Lorin Farr family were sent by Brigham Young to begin settlement of the area, which became known as Brown's Fort until 1851 when the name Ogden was given to the city. The name derives from the Hudson's Bay Company trapper, Peter Skene Ogden, who was trapping in the valleys and mountains east of Ogden in 1825.
Miles Goodyear obtained a grant of land from the Mexican Government in 1841. Under this he claimed the tract of land beginning at Weber Canyon, following the base of the mountains north to the Hot Springs, thence west to Great Salt Lake along the shore to a point opposite Weber Canyon and thence back to the beginning. This land extended about eight miles north and south and from the base of the mountains cast to the shores of Salt Lake on the west. Goodyear built a picket fort and a few log houses on land now occupied by the Union Pacific Railroad Company in Ogden. Goodyear was living at the fort with a few mountaineers and half-breed Indians when Captain James Brown of the Mormon Battalion arrived. Captain Brown purchased all of his rights for the sum of $3,000.00. Captain Brown established a colony at Ogden in the spring of 1848 and located in this section. The fort built by Goodyear and later occupied by the Mormons was renamed Brown's Fort. Farr's Fort, Bingham Fort, Mount Fort and Kingdon's Fort were in the same vicinity.
In the period from 1847 to 1870, the community survived as a rural agricultural area with small settlements forming along the Ogden and Weber Rivers. In early times, settlement was limited by the extent that the water could be brought from the rivers and streams to the land. Later, the Pine view Dam and canal systems, and the Weber Basin Project in more recent times, expanded the water resources and the community consequently expanded.
With the completion of the transcontinental railroad in 1869, the development of the Ogden community changed considerably. Politically, the Mormon community leadership was challenged by the increasing non-Mormon population that came into the area with the railroad. The non-Mormon leaders tried to wrestle the political and economic control of Utah from the Mormons and center their control at Corinne, a main stop on the transcontinental line north of Ogden.
Brigham Young and the Mormon leadership would allow none of this and took steps to bypass Corinne with a railroad line to the north as well as an agreement with the Union Pacific and Central Pacific railroad companies that Ogden would be the main terminal of the transcontinental line. By 1874 the challenge of Corinne was over; Corinne continued to decline as businesses moved to Ogden, and Ogden became recognized as a major railroad and commercial center. In Ogden, Mormons and Gentiles (non-Mormons) mixed together in business and politics. In 1889 Fred J. Kiesel, a Gentile, was elected mayor of Ogden, the first breakthrough in Utah of the Mormon-dominated politics.
From the 1870s to World War II, Ogden was a major railroad town, with nine rail systems eventually having terminals there. Business and commercial houses flourished as Ogden with both east-west and north-south rail lines became a shipping and commerce center threatening to overshadow even Salt Lake City in that regard.
The threat of war and the coming of World War II brought a renewed significance to Ogden as a transportation hub and center of government agencies and war industries. An aggressive Ogden Chamber of Commerce convinced the government to build Hill Air Base in the Ogden area in 1938. During the war years, Ogden was considered a safe interior area with an excellent system of rail connections to move needed war materials to the war zones. As a result, the Naval Supply Depot was built in Clearfield and the Utah General Depot in Ogden; the United States Forest Service Regional Office also was located in Ogden. German and Italian prisoners of war were interned in camps in the Ogden area. In its heyday during World War II as many as 119 passenger trains passed through Ogden every twenty-four-hour period. During WW II, 4,700 Italian and German prisoners of war were incarcerated at the Utah General Depot. It was UtahÕs largest prison camp and the only one in the Country in which Germans and Italian prisoners worked side-by-side.
Source: Richard C. Roberts and Richard W. Sadler, Ogden: Junction City (1985); Dale Morgan, A History of Ogden (1940); and Milton R. Hunter, Beneath Ben Lomond's Peak (1944).
Old postcard of Ogden Utah
Of note is that Charles Dalton, one of John DaltonÕs sons, was a Weber County resident for many years. Most of his sons lived in Hooper, which is in western Weber County and Ogden also. Some are buried in the Ogden City Cemetery.
The Personal History of Garth Carrell Dalton:
By his son, Rodney Garth Dalton.
26- Garth Carrell Dalton, the first son of Martin C. Dalton Jr., was born in Circleville, Puite Co., Utah on Sept. 19, 1917 to Martin Carrell Dalton Jr. and Iva Veater Dalton. He started life in a two-room log house that was on Main St., which is Highway 89, in the south end of Circleville. This house is still standing in 1999, but has not been lived in for many years. He grew up and went to the local schools that were only a few blocks from his house. The old Piute High School is across the street from the Kent and Stella Whittaker home and who are related to Garth. He was a classmate with his future wife Edith Juanita Fox. Garth and Edith grew up together and their mothers were friends. They all attended the Circleville Ward and also went all through school together and were the same age. They started to date at 15 in high school and went to many dances at school and at the Social Hall. The Social Hall was just east of the Piute High School and is still being used today.
Garth C. Dalton and Edith Juanita Fox were married on Aug. 31, 1935 in Panguitch, Utah by Bishop Harold P. Ispson. They were both 18 years old. Edith Juanita Fox was born on the 24, Nov. 1917, and was the daughter of George Henry Fox and Ida Mennett Nay. Edith lived on a farm on the northeast side of Circleville and had ten brothers and sisters. They were in order of birth:
John Henry - Nov. 30, 1901.
George Cleon - Sept. 20, 1903.
Jessey Edwin - July 20, 1905.
Elvirda - April 21, 1906.
Mary Ann - Nov. 8, 1908.
Isabell - Sept. 12, 1910.
Ida Estella - Oct. 17, 1912.
Richard Woodrow - April 24, 1915.
Thelma Gertrud - Feb. 28, 1920.
Shirly Dwight - Sept. 16, 1922.
Edith also had a step brother by George Henry FoxÕs second wife Margarette Mortenson. His name was Floyd Fox, born March 24, 1932. EdithÕs also had 5 half brothers and sisters by MargaretteÕs first husband: Irene, Ona, Jay, Hugh and Dick.
Edith Fox was baptized on Aug. 3, 1930 and was confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, by Elder Samuel Rulon Spencer and was witnessed by Christina A. Whittaker and James L. Whittaker. Edith J. Fox was blessed on Nov. 10, 1918 at Circleville by Bishop Berry Cameron Jr., with April E. Fullmer as Clerk.
Garth C. Dalton was baptized on Aug. 14, 1927 by Elder Robert Elwood Dalton and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints by Bishop Henry Sudsweek and witnessed by Rosa Sudsweek, Clerk.
After Garth and Edith were married they lived with GarthÕs parents for about 3 years.
Garth helped his dad remodel the upstairs attic, so he and Edith could have a place of their own. On April 3, 1938 Garth and EdithÕs first child came into this world. Rodney Garth Dalton was born upstairs in this new apartment. The doctor had to be called in from Richfield Utah. His name was Doctor Gottferson. Hulda Thomas was the County Nurse that assisted him with Rodney.
Sometime after Rodney was born, Garth bought a home of his own for his family. This house was a very small log cabin with a outhouse out back, and was just around the block, east of the Dalton home, and across the block from EdithÕs sister StellaÕs Whittaker's house. Edith used to make bread for her family in her mother-in-laws kitchen, and her father-in-law, Martin C. Dalton Jr. would come in and grab a few loaves. This would make Edith very mad at him and she would have to make more.
Garth Dalton worked for Douglas Q. Cannon for quite a few years as a sheepherder and farm hand. The times were tough on himself and his family because this was the time of the great Depression and there wasnÕt much work for everyone. Garth joined the Civilian Conservation Corps, trying to make more money. He joined up on June 20, 1935 and was discharged on Oct. 15, 1935. His occupation qualification on his application for this job was that of; a teamster, farmer, timber worker and a road builder. He was at Mount Pleasant Utah, doing soil erosion control, and at camp F-28 doing range improvement. Finally he was at camp F-44 in Escalante Utah, doing road construction. Garth found that he did not like to be away from his family and besides, the job didnÕt pay good enough. Garth quit the C.C.C. Camps and returned to Circleville. He again went to work for Douglas Cannon until the fall of 1941.
Garth Dalton heard of a job up north in Salt Lake City at a small arms factory that was hiring people because of the scare of the war in Europe. He traveled to Salt Lake and was hired to go to work at the Dugway Proving Grounds. He sent money down to Circleville to Edith and she packed up little Rodney and took the Trailways bus to Salt Lake to live. The Dalton family lived in a boarding house owned by a Mrs. Steed. The Second World War started on Dec. 7, 1941 and Garth and Edith returned to Circleville for Christmas of 1941. While in Circleville that holiday season, Garth had a friend named Morris Johnson, who had a friend that was working in Ogden Utah, at the Railroad Yards there. Garth and Morris traveled to Ogden sometime in January of 1942 and were hired on as Firemen on the O.U.R & D railroad in Ogden. This rail yard was one of the largest in the United States at this time because of all the troops moving across country in troop trains. Again he sent money to Edith for the long bus ride to Ogden. Garth C. Dalton worked at this job until his retirement in 1970.
Garth and Morris Johnson shared a room in the old Broom Hotel on the corner of 25th Street and Wash. Blvd. They only had to walk 4 blocks to go to work on the railroad, which was at the bottom of 25th Street. Note: 25th Street was world famous because of all the bars, cafes and a famous red light district that was on both sides of the street. There were all kinds of nationalities on the street. The blacks on the lower south side. The Chinese on north side. The rest was on both sides.
After Edith and Rodney arrived in Ogden, Garth found a single room to rent on 25th and Madison Ave. They were not allowed to cook in this room so they walked through the block to Orchard Ave. to Mrs. CraigÕs (their landlady) home to eat their meals. Edith did housework and laundry for Mrs. Craig for the rent money.
Garth Carrell Dalton
After a short time on Madison Ave. they moved into an apartment house on 23rd, and Grant Ave. This was sometime in late 1942. After Garth worked at the railroad in Ogden for awhile he bought a small house west of Ogden, about 22nd Street on Wilson Lane. This was a small community across the bridge, over the tracks on 24th Street. EdithÕs sister Thelma and her husband Owen Rust lived two doors west, across another set of railroad tracks. While living in Wilson Lane Road. Garth and EdithÕs second child was born. Sheila Kay Dalton was born on July 19, 1943, at the old McKay Dee Hospital on Harrison Blvd. and 24th Street.
Garth was now making enough money to buy a larger home in Ogden. They moved into their two-year-old home at 3430 Adams Ave. in Oct. of 1945. This house had a large backyard, with a big old cherry tree right in the middle. The Dalton kids played in this tree for many years before it died and had to be removed. Garth had to take a second job to pay for this larger home, and he went to work for Aseal Farr Ice Cream Company, which is located on 21st and Grant Ave. This old and famous Ogden company was founded by John Farr, who was the son of Lorin Farr, the first Mayor of Ogden. It had a very old ice making plant in the rear and made large blocks of ice that they sold to many, many Ogden residents and businesses. This ice making was how John Farr got started, when he used to go to the Ogden River in the winter and saw out large blocks of ice and haul it back to 21st Street to store in a building. This ice was covered with a great amount of straw to keep it from melting. Much later he started to make ice cream to sell to the public. Sometime in 1948 Garth Dalton and a partner, Darrell King, bought out the delivery routes from Farrs Ice Cream and named their new business Davis County Ice Company. Garth ran the Davis Co. route from Riverdale and all the way south to Farmington, Utah. His partner, Darrell ran the Ogden City route delivering ice to many homes and cafes.
Garth was now working two jobs, and didnÕt get much sleep, and his growing family didnÕt get to see much of him. By now Garth and EdithÕs last child was born. They named him, Russell Martin Dalton. Russell was born on July 25, 1947 in the old McKay Dee Hospital. Edith mostly had to raise her three children alone with Garth working 2 jobs most of the time.
Garth was quite a carpenter, and one year he decided to expand the house on Adams Ave. The basement was only half finished, with a large amount of dirt on one side. He and Rodney dug all summer long, before the dirt was all gone. After Garth poured the cement floor, his three kids roller-skated around and around on the new floor. This went on for about a year before Garth finished making a new set of rooms downstairs. Rodney and his brother Russell shared a bedroom in this newly remodeled basement for many years until Rodney married and moved out.
In about 1959 Garth had to sell his half of Davis County Ice Company. The reason was that almost all his customers had bought modern ice making machines, and his only remaining customers were bars. Edith decided she needed to go to work, and she had a friend by the name of Ann McBride, who along with her husband Charles, owned a small cafˇ named the Park Drive Inn. Charles McBride worked on the railroad with Garth as a mechanic and they were best friends. This cafˇ was directly across the street from the baseball park, home of the Ogden Reds professional baseball club. She started in 1956 as a fry cook and finally had to retire in July of 2003 due to poor health. Edith lived in her house at 3430 Adams Ave in Ogden Until Dec. 2006 when her sons had to put her in a nursing home. She has slowly become so weak that she is restricted to bed and wheelchair. This is entered in Sept. 2007.
By this time Rodney had married and Sheila and Russell were teenagers and didnÕt have much time for their father. He built things around the house and was still working nights on the railroad. He finally retired from the O.U.R. & D. Railroad in 1970. Four years later Garth was admitted to the old St. Benedict's Hospital above 30th Street in Ogden two weeks before he died of pneumonia on Oct. 3, 1974. He is buried in the Chapel of Flowers Cemetery on 36th Street, Ogden, Utah.
From the Fox Family History; by Rodney Garth Dalton.
Although the Fox family in early Utah history is a famous one, with Jesse Fox as a famous early Mormon pioneer, the Circleville Fox family emigrated from England in 1854.
The first of our Fox family that we have found is John Fox, born about 1782 in Hestershire, England. He died on July 20 1857 in Upper Howell, England. John Fox married Elizabeth Bennett on April 4 1842 in Leigh, Worcester, England. John Fox and Elizabeth had a son: George Henry Fox.
In 1846 George Henry Fox was living at St. Phillips in Birmington, England.
Source: 1861 Utah Census- Liverpool films 1851-1855.
On July 30 1846 George H. Fox married Jane Carter in the St John's Parish Church, in Bedwardine, Worcester, England. He lived in St. Phillips and Jane Carter lived in St. John. The marriage is recorded in the Register of Marriages kept in the Parish Church. Fred H. Bennett, an assistant clergyman, performed the ceremony.
George Fox and his wife Jane Carter Fox are listed on the passenger list of the Ship Windemere, along with their son, John Henry Fox. J. Fairfield, Captain.
The Windemere sailed from Liverpool with 477 LDS Saints on Feb. 22nd, 1854 and landed at the Port of New Orleans on April 26th, 1854.
Ships Records: George Fox, age 33. Address-126 Bath Row, Birmingham, Eng. He is listed as a Gardner.
The Fox family then sailed up the Mississippi River to St Louis and found a wagon train for the long trip to the Salt Lake Valley.
WINDERMERE: Ship: 1108 tons: 177' x 37' x 19'
Built: 1851 at Kennebunk, Maine.
Two companies of Mormon emigrants came to America on the ship Windermere. She was under the command of Captain John W. Fairfield, who had previously captained the 443-ton ship Gen. Veazie. The first voyage sailed from Liverpool on 22 February 1854 with 477 Saints in the charge of Elder Daniel Garn. Included in the company were seven former presidents of mission conferences: Abraham Marchant, Robert Menzies, Job Smith, John T. Hardy, John A. Albiston, J. V. Long, and Graham Douglas. The crossing during the first five weeks was slowed by adverse winds and at times heavy gales. Then the winds changed and the ship made 1000 miles in four days. Smallpox broke out among thirty-seven passengers and two crewmen, but at "this crisis the malady was suddenly checked in answer to prayer." However, there were ten deaths, as well as six births and six marriages. After sixty-one days on the water the ship arrived at New Orleans on 24 April.
By Elizabeth McGhie Boam, who was a passenger on the ship, "Windemere"
Elizabeth McGhie was the daughter of William McGhie and Elizabeth Collins, born in Glenhead Toll, Kirkoswald, Ayreshire, Scotland – January 6th, 1832.
She was the second born of eight children; two boys and six girls: five of these eight children only lived a short time.
Her parents joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and Elizabeth was baptized a member of the Church on December 8, 1843.
These people were not a record-keeping people and their stories of their lives as told to different members of the family were never written down, so I have nothing to tell about ElizabethÕs life until she, her brother William and sister Agnes set sail for America with their parents on the ship Windemere from Liverpool, England, February 22nd, 1854.
The captain of this ship was a very able man who had sailed the high seas successfully for over ten years. Despite this experience and his ability, he always endeavored to secure some Mormon passengers as he often said he had a feeling of security and safety when they were on board, regardless of popular prejudice.
For unknown reasons to the passengers, the boat did not set sail on its scheduled date of the previous week. Good-byes had been said and everything was in readiness, but no one was allowed to leave the boat because they didnÕt know when the Captain would decide to weigh anchor.
The following information was copied from a "Daughters of Utah Pioneers," lesson for September 1954 by Kate B. Carter, titled: "They came in 1854." This gives an account of the crossing of the Saints on the ship Windemere of which our ancestors, William McGhie and family, and Thomas Boam were passengers. William Walton Burton, a twenty-one year old passenger on the boat kept an account of the journey, which he prefaced by this:
"As the land disappeared in the distance, the sweet singing ceased and many began to feel ill. About 8 p.m. the first day at sea, an old gentleman named Squires died. All that night the wind howled fiercely; the sea was rough and the ship was driven off its course toward the Isle of Man. About 11 p.m., Holly Head, which is the most dangerous point and the scene of frequent shipwrecks, was passed. On the following morning, February 23rd, the body of Philip Squires was lowered into the sea.
On the 12th day of March, from 7 to 8 a.m., a exceedingly fierce storm arose. The masts cracked and many of the sails were cut in pieces. The Captain of the Windemere, Captain Fairfield, expressed fears that the ship could not stand so heavy a sea. In speaking with Daniel Garn, President of the Saints on board, he said: "IÕm afraid the ship cannot stand this storm, Mr. Garn. If there be a God, as your people say there is, you had better talk to Him – if He will hear you. I have done all that I can for the ship and IÕm afraid that with all that can be done, she will go down."
Elder Garn went to the Elders who presided over the nine Wards on the ship and requested them to get all the Saints on board to fast and call a prayer meeting to be held in each Ward at 10 am, to pray that they might be delivered from danger. The waves lashed and the storm continued in all its fury – but precisely at 10 a.m., the prayer meeting commenced and such a prayer meeting few have ever seen. The ship rolled from side to side. Large boxes which were tied with ropes under the berths broke loose. Pots, pans and kettles rolled with terrible force on each side of the vessel and great confusion prevailed for sometime as they ceased their prayers to dodge the untied boxes. This terrible storm lasted about eighteen hours – then abated a little, but it was stormy from the 8th of March until the 18th.
Then smallpox broke out. One of the three Brooke sisters was taken down with it. She had a light attack but her two sisters contracted it also, and both died. Three days after the outbreak of smallpox, the ship took fire under the cooking galley. The cry of "Fire" ran through the vessel and there was excitement and consternation everywhere. The sailors applied water freely; all the water buckets on board were brought into use and soon the fire was under control.
On the 8th of April, a voice called out: "There is land!" There was a rush to the side of the ship to see land once more. This was the Isle of St. Domingo. On the 9th, they came in sight of the Island of Cuba. On that morning about 10 a.m., a young man named Dee died of smallpox. At the time of his death, the wind had ceased howling – not a ripple upon the water. The sea appeared bright and clear – as smooth as a sea of glass. The young manÕs body was sewed up in a white blanket and at the feet was placed a heavy weight of coal. A plank was placed with one end resting in the porthole on the side of the ship and the other near the main hatchway. The body lay on the plank. The mournful tolling of the bell began. Elder McGhie made a brief address and offered a short prayer, after which the body was lowered into the sea. The ship was standing perfectly still and the body could be seen sinking into the water until it appeared no larger than a personÕs hand.
On the morning of April 20th, the ship entered the mouth of the Mississippi River and arrived at New Orleans on April 23rd. The morning after, eleven persons suffering with smallpox were sent to the Luxenburg hospital, agreeable to the orders from the health officers of that port. Elder Long and five others were selected to remain in New Orleans to attend to the sick until they were sufficiently recovered to go forward. The rest of the company continued from New Orleans on board the steamboat Grand Tower, April 27th and arrived in St. Louis a few days later."
Eight years later, on 15 May 1862, the Windemere-possibly rigged as a bark, sailed from Le Harve, France. Among her passengers were 110 Saints from Switzerland and France. Elder Serge L. Ballif presided over the company, assisted by Elders Johannes Liedermann and Friedrick Goss. Captain David J. Harding apparently commanded the vessel. Among the Swiss emigrants were Caspar Wintsch and his family who later settled in central Utah. This company was the only one to sail from Le Harve. The cost was five dollars cheaper than the individual passage from Liverpool. After a fifty-four-day crossing the emigrants arrived at New York on 8 July.
The Windemere's owners were from Massachusetts and Maine, and her home port was Boston. She sailed for Train's, White Star, and Regular lines at various times. She was a two-decker with a square stern and billet head. During the Civil War, about 1863, the vessel was sold to foreign owners.
Complied by Ray S. Whittaker – December 10, 1990.
ŅWhen the name of George Fox is mentioned, the thought comes to mind: work! He believed in the gospel of work, and if there was one character trait he taught his children well, it was the value and necessity of work.
This trait came naturally to George Fox. His ancestry attested to the work ethic. The Fox family were English, and they were laborers by trade and very dependable. The mother to the family, Mary Olsen, was of Danish extraction, and she was the second girl in a family of 12 children. She had to work following motherhood on, and she had to brave the rigors of frontier life after she came to the United States. George's father, John Henry Fox, had to suffer hardships with a handcart company as they walked across the plains to Utah. On September 15, 1875, John Henry Fox married Mary Olsen.
After their marriage, they moved to Salt Lake City into a home on 9th South and Main Street. It was here that George Henry Fox was born on September 18, 1877. A few years later, the family moved to East Mill Creek where the father sold milk from house-to-house, pouring the amount of milk the customers wanted from his large cans. Mother also sold butter and cheese to neighbors.
When George was 9 years old, his father sold the dairy farm for $3000, and left for Southern Utah. The family had their belongings in two wagons, and George drove one team and wagon. The family traveled 14 days and finally settled and homesteaded 160 acres of land east of the Sevier River in the town of Circleville; the year was 1886. They arrived just as the United Order was breaking up. The Order was located on a tract of land known as the Arthur Whittaker Field just north and east of the Fox home, and below the Les Barton home.
The first responsibility after arriving in Circleville was to build a home on the acreage the family had selected. It was constructed of meager materials available at the time, but Mrs. Fox made it comfortable with the use of rugs and carpeting. A separate room away from the main house was built to serve as a kitchen.
After the family was settled, George helped his father prepare the potential farm for planting. They tore the sagebrush from the ground and raked and burned the brush. One can picture the dense cloud of smoke plummeting into the sky and drifting over the valley from the burning brush.
It was the original intent to bring the Loss Creek water down to irrigate the land, but when it was determined that this was not feasible, the Fox men went to the Log Cabin home by the Sevier River and undertook the indomitable task of digging a canal. Three channels were dug before the water would flow properly. It is the now existing "Fox Canal." The first one was about a mile north of the present canal, and the second one half way between the second and third or present one. The third canal brought the water to the farms.
When the land was cleared of brush and vegetation, the wind and the sand blew severe that one could be down for 1 hour and be completely buried with the rolling sand. George told how his father once planted three acres of ground seven times in one season only to have each planting blown out. The wind was so strong that it would blow the young grain sprouts right out of the ground. The children were told never to pull a weed or a blade of grass, because each bit of vegetation would lessen the fury of the blowing sand. There were times when the sandbanks would cover the tops of the fence-posts, and fill the newly dug ditches. It was a constant effort to keep the canals and ditches free of sand.
John Henry and Mary Olsen Fox had 12 children, and each child had to work on the farm, with the dairy cows, and other livestock. Mother Fox continued to make butter and cheese to sell to supplement their meager income.
When supplies were needed in the valley, the Fox family would make the three-week round trip to Salt Lake City by team and wagon to secure what was needed.
When George was 16, his father took him along with Ross and Charlie Simkins into the Pine Creek area (South of Circleville) to cut ties for the railroad that was being built through Sanpete County. The ties would be hauled from Pine Creek by wagon and team to the Sevier River where they were dumped into the water and floated down to Gunnison. Ben Lewis and others worked the ties down the river.
A few years later, George worked with Whelock Nay at Delemore, Utah, cutting and hauling wood. He recorded that as they were working in the mountains, the snow was extremely deep and the temperature reading would drop to 40 degrees below zero. It was while he was working with Whelock that he met his sister, Ida Minnetta Nay. They went together for three years and married on October 16, 1900. George built a one-room log cabin for their first home; later, he hauled logs out of Asay Creek and built his permanent home.
George was determined to make a living for his wife and the children that were coming to bless their home. Again, work was the key word in his vocabulary. He had a five-acre farm he purchased from Lee Barton, and he was caring for his father's farm. During the winter months, he would freight from Marysvale to Kanab and back. He hauled wood and sold it to the schools for $3 a hundred. His teams were on the road when the Hatch Town Reservoir Dam went out. Ed Nay and Cleon Fox were driving George's team and wagon, and when the water hit the rig, the men had to leave the wagon and swim the horses to safety. After the water subsided, the wagon was found intact.
With the money he made from freighting, George purchased more farmland. He was also involved in buying cream in Circleville, Junction, and Kingston for the Mutual Creamery Company.
His children were being born about every two years. They were: John, 1901; Cleon, 1903; Jessie, 1905; Verda, 1905; Alta, 1907; Isabel, 1910; Stella, 1912; Richard, 1915; Edith, 1917; Thelma, 1920 and Shirley, 1922.
On February 12, 1925, Jesse was found in town lying unconscious against the wheel of a buggy. He had a broken neck and lived only two days. After Jessie's death, Mother Ida became very ill, and on the advice of Doctor Morehouse, George took her to the hospital in Provo. She received medical attention, but she passed away on March 12, 1925 leaving her husband and nine children; the youngest being only 2 years old.
The older children helped George with the large family for five years until he met and married Margaret Lavell Ruby Mortensen of Parowan. Margaret brought her four children: Ona, Jay, Hugh, and Dick into the Fox household. On March 24, 1932, George and Margaret had a son of their own, Floyd Ruby Fox. At one time, George said, "For having so many in our family, IÕve got along pretty well."
George had to increase his work talents to support his family of . He was now farming, logging, hauling wood, gathering cream, driving freight wagons, and dairying. George brought the first Holstein bull into Circleville and developed the finest herd of milk cows in the valley. He continued to purchase purebred Holstein bulls from Cache Valley to improve the strain of his milking herd. His bulls were the envy of the other dairymen in Piute County.
As the Fox boys were growing up, they were able to enjoy the companionship of their father in outdoor activities, because George was very fond of fishing and hunting. At an early age, George taught his sons to shoot a gun, and to enjoy the outdoors.
George and Margaret lived together for 31 years. Margaret loved to travel, so she encouraged George to leave Circleville on occasions and travel by bus, train, and plane to many parts of the United States, and to Mexico, and Canada. Floyd said, "It was fun to have Mom and Dad come and visit us as my wife and I moved around the country with the Air Force."
The travel experiences opened a new life to the man who spent so much time driving a team of horses and working by the sweat of his brow. He thoroughly enjoyed his travel experiences.
Margaret died on June 27, 1963, in Ogden, Utah. She and George had lived with her daughter, Irene, for the too years previous to her death. She was buried in the Parowan Cemetery alongside her first husband. After her death, George lived with his daughters, Verda and Edith, in Ogden until he became ill on November 15, 1963. He was taken to Dee Memorial Hospital in Ogden where he was a patient for two weeks. His sons Shirl and Cleon then moved him to the Parowan Rest Home, where his health become so fragile, he had to be taken on to the Valley View Medical Center in Cedar City. He lived on for 12 days and passed away on December 1, 1963. He survived Margaret by only six months. Funeral services were held in the Circleville Ward Chapel on December 16, 1963, and he was buried in the town cemetery by the side of his first wife, Ida. Thus, a Circleville saga came to an end at age 86.Ó
This Autobiography was written and composed by his daughters, Verda and Thelma, under his direction. (There may be some duplication of this article and that of Donald WhittakerÕs above)
ŅIn January 1808 my grandfather George Fox, was born in Hestershire England. My grandmother Jane Carter was also born in Hestershire England on the 8th day of January 1808. George's father's name was John Fox. He was a laborer by trade and very dependable. JaneÕs father's name was George Carter and her mother's name was Anna Aeckler. George Carter was a laborer by trade.
On July 30, 1846, the marriage of George Fox and Jane Garter was solemnized in the Parish Church in the parish of St. Johns Bedwardine, Worcester County, England. At the time of the marriage George, considered a bachelor, lived at St. Phillips in Birmingham, England. Jane, considered a spinster, lived at St. Johns. The marriage of George and Jane is recorded in the Register of Marriages kept in the Parish Church of St. John in Bedwardine, Worcester County, England. Fred H. Bennett, an assistant clergyman, performed the ceremony.
George and Jane became the parents of two boys, one of whom was my father, John Henry Fox. John Henry was born 3rd of October 1850 at Birmingham, England. When my father was four years old, his parents left England by way of Holland and came to the United States of America. This was in the year of 1854-55. They were Latter Day Saint converts.
Just four days after leaving England, and while at sea, my grandfather and one boy died, They were both buried at sea. Grandmother and her only son, John Henry Fox landed on the Eastern Shores of America. The exact location is unknown, however we hope to pinpoint this location someday. They lived in this unknown location until joining a company of handcart people to come across the plains.
Grandmother, with her son so young, pushed on and on through cold, heat, blizzards and adverse conditions. They suffered many hardships and knew there were more yet ahead. The long journey over hills and plains was hard and tiresome. Grandmother said they had to gather buffalo chips in some places to burn in order to do there cooking. It was only through good leadership, cooperation, faith and being guided by the Lord that they arrived safely in the Salt Lake Valley of Utah.
After settling in Salt Lake City with the early pioneers, my father first worked on a dairy farm for a man named Walker. This area is now known as Walker Lane and is a very exclusive residential district in Salt Lake City. John was a very ambitious man, doing work of any kind he could get to make a living for himself and his mother. He worked for President Brigham Young, driving a team of horses on the construction crew building the Salt Lake Temple. While doing this work, he paid an honest tithe. During this time he also built a home for his mother on 9th South and Main Street. This little house stood until about 1920, when it was razed and replaced with a modern building.
It was while my father was working on the Temple that he met Mary Olsen, the woman who was to become my mother. Mary was born in Manti, Utah on February 25, 1855, the daughter of Mary and Mass Olsen of Denmark. She was the second girl of a family of 12 children.
When Mary was about ten years old the Indians were so bad in Manti that her father and mother moved their family to Gunnison Utah. Shortly after moving to Gunnison the Indians killed a man and woman. The man was killed when the Indians drove a wooden shoe into his mouth. The woman had both breasts cut off and they placed her infant on her breast. When they were found by the white people, the baby was covered with blood and believed dead, however, he had not been harmed. The mother had died from loss of blood.
Mother also related a time when the Indians killed a cowboy by dismembering his body and strewing it around the sagebrush with the limbs skewered on sticks protruding from the ground. The man's heart was taken by the Indians.
While in Gunnison the OlsenÕs lived in a granary without windows because of the Indians. At night they could bar the doors for protection. Mother helped herd sheep both in summer and winter. There were times when she was without shoes in the winter when the snow and ice lay heavy on the ground. She went to Fort Ephraim one time and learned to weave and spin yarn on a spinning wheel to make cloth for the coats and dresses of the members of her family. Many times the only food available was wild artichokes which Mother would help gather. The grasshoppers were so bad they took all the crops.
When Mother was in her late teens she lived with her sister, Sophia Chase, in Springville, Utah. Sophia had married, Charles Zabriskie Chase. While courting my mother, my father made many trips from Salt Lake City to Springville, a distance of some 50 miles, one way. His transportation was a horse.
On September 15, 1875, John Henry Fox married Mary Olsen. After their marriage they moved to Salt Lake City into the home father had built for his mother; my grandmother lived with them. This house cost $1,000 for two rooms. The fireplace was made of marble and cost $50 to build. In the home on 9th South and Main, two children were born, Estella May was born 15th of May 1876 and George Henry Fox (me) was born 18, September 1877.
A few years later, mother and father bought a dairy farm in East Mill Creek, near Walker Lane. Father sold the milk from house-to-house, pouring the amount of milk the customers wanted from his large cans. Mother and grandmother made and sold butter and cheese.
While living in East Mill Greek, three children were born: John LeRoy, born 28 May 1879; Charles Vivian, born 18 December 1880; Pearl, born 6 January 1883. Charles Vivian died 13 September 1884 and Pearl died 13 September 1885.
Mother had a large pile of old rags and clothing. One day a peddler came by and mother traded the rags for a large sack of peanuts. This was a treat for our family and we had our fill. My sister Pearl was only two years old and she ate too many nuts without chewing them fine enough. She became very ill and within a few hours she died. Mother was always afraid of peanuts after that experience.
Father sold the dairy farm for $3,000 and on April 12 1886, when I was nine years old, we left Salt Lake City for Southern Utah. We had two wagons. As I was the oldest, I drove one team and wagon with the supplies and furnishings. Father drove the second wagon with the perishable belongings and the family. We traveled 14 days and finally settled and homesteaded 160 acres of land east of the Sevier River in the town of Circleville, Utah.
Father made three canals before he finally got water to flow properly in the now-existing canal. The first one was about 1/4 mile north of the present canal, the second one half way between the first and third or present one. It is now known as the ŅFox Canal.Ó This canal stood the test except for the time when the Hatch Town reservoir dam went out. I was one of the board of directors at that time and we had to work a month after the flood to get the canal back in shape.
When the land was cleared of brush and vegetation, the wind and sand blew so severe that one could lie down for half an hour and be completely buried with the rolling sand. Father once planted three acres of ground seven times in one season only to have each planting blown out. The wind was so strong that it would blow the young grain sprouts right out of the ground. I remember the boys and I would shovel sand in the forenoon for a ditch and after lunch, we would have to shovel out the same ditch, as it would be filled with sand. Mother didn't allow us to pull a weed or a blade of grass because each bit of vegetation would lessen the blowing sand. There were times when the sandbanks would cover the tops of the fence posts. Then during the winter the snow would get so deep as to cover the same fence posts and we would sled right over the posts.
Mother and father reared a family of 12 children. After settling in Circleville, Elmira Jane was born 7 September 1886; Gertrude was born 28 May 1889; twins Hugh and Grover were born 14 February 1891; Joseph Olsen was born 22 July 1893; Edith was born 18 February 1895; and Dewey Bryan was born 22 May 1898.
Mother still made butter and cheese to sell and for our own use. She also sewed our clothes, making suits for the boys and knitted stockings for all. She always raised a beautiful garden, outlining it with numerous varieties of flowers. She was very proud of her work. She raised chickens and sold eggs. Her chickens were small black and white ones and were always flighty with everyone except Mother. She was a very good cook and a wonderful mother.
My folks were very generous. If anyone was in need, they were willing to help them out with food, clothing, or money. Mother made many clothes for the dead and helped in every way she could.
When we needed supplies we would go by team to Salt Lake City. It would take us three weeks to make the round trip. On one of these trips Dad and I stopped in Gunnison to visit Erastus and Hilda Olsen, mothers brother and wife. We found out that Aunt Sarah had died and mother didn't know it until we returned home from Salt Lake.
When I was sixteen, father took me into Pine Greek, along with Ross and Charles Simkins to cut ties for the railroad. We would bring the ties off the mountain by wagon and team, down to the river, where we pushed them into the water to float down to Gunnison where the railroad was being built. A man by the name of Ben Lewis worked with the boys on the river. Dad had a black stallion he was using in the logging and he was a good horse. One day Ben Lewis got after Dad's horse with a club. Ben would have been pawed to death if Dad hadn't been there. Dad always insisted on everyone treating animals with kindness.
I was seventeen years old when the Salt Lake Temple was dedicated. This was in 1894 and a group of people from Circleville went to the dedication. I borrowed $22.50 from Uncle Lee Barton to pay my way to Salt Lake and this lasted me 10 days. It would only cost $1.25 to tour all of the city. On our way home from the dedication of the Temple, the train went so slow that some of us got off the train and played leap frog along side of the train.
I met Whelock Nay and worked with him hauling wood at Delemore, Utah. Many times we had been in the mountains in the winter when the snow was up to the bellies of the horses and the temperature would go to 40 degrees below zero. It was through Whelock that I met his sister, Ida Minnetta Nay.
Ida and I went together almost three years before we were married on October 16, 1900. I got some logs from Pine Creek for our first home. Ben Lewis and Sam Mortenson sawed the logs and I built a one-room log cabin just north of my present home. I bought five acres of land from Lee Barton. Then I built another home (the one still standing) from logs I had hauled out of Acey Greek. There were enough logs left for Tom Burt to build a three-room house.
John Henry Fox was our first child; he was born November 30, 1901. I remember the time in 1903, when Ida was expecting her second child, we went into the mountains in the Mud Springs area to get poles to build a derrick. We left John with my mother and we started out about four o'clock in the morning. When we reached the logging area we built a fire and had a bite to eat, put out the fire, and started out to get the logs for the derrick. We went upon a hill and as I turned around and looked down the hill I noticed the fire coming from the vicinity of the camp. By the time I got back to the camp, the fire had burned a bale of hay we had brought for the horses, four quilts, Ida's cape, my coat, and all the food we had brought.
It was a long way from home and early in the morning. We loaded as many logs as we could get on the wagon and started for home. In going through a wash, the wagon slipped and ran up against some boulders. It took us a long time before we could work the wagon wheels off the rocks. Ida was afraid and so was I. We were both happy to get home from that trip.
I farmed my father's farm and what little land I had at that time. During the winter months, I would freight from Kanab to Marysvale, Utah. I hauled wood and sold it to the schools for $3 a hundred. would haul anything else to make a living for our family, which was growing at the rate of approximately one every two years.
In freighting, I would make a round trip about once a month from Marysvale to Kanab, Utah. My teams were on the road when the Hatch Town reservoir dam went out. Ed Nay, Ida's brother, was driving the team and the two bay mares, Maude and Babe and two mules, Jack and Buck. He had to leave the wagons and swim the horses out of the rushing waters. As it turned out, Ed and the horses got out safe and the wagon was all right. Cleon was along at this time with Ed Nay.
With the extra money I made from freighting I bought more farming land. For a good many years I also bought cream for the Mutual Creamery in Circleville, Junction and Kingston. I would test the cream butterfat content in a small cellar added onto the north side of our home. I would pay the customers each week for their cream.
Despite our hardships and trials, Ida and I got along well. Ida worked in the fields, sewed for the children, raised a garden, and did everything my mother did to make it comfortable for our family. She was a wonderful wife and mother.
On February 12, 1925, our son Jessie was found in town (about 2 miles from our home) lying unconscious against the wheel of a buggy. I guess he was thrown into the buggy when his horse shied and it resulted in a broken neck. He only lived two days.
After Jessie's death, Ida became very ill and on advice from Dr. Morehouse, I took her to the hospital in Provo, Utah. She passed away on March 12 1925 in Provo.
At the time of Ida's death, we had been married 25 years. Alta had preceded Ida and Jessie in death, having died August 4 1914. I was left with 9 children at home at the time of Ida's passing.
With the help of the older children, we managed for five years. Then I married Margaret Lavell Ruby Mortensen in the St. George, Utah Temple. Eight of my children were sealed to Ida and me. Margaret had her children, Ona, Jay, Hugh, and Dick (Irene was already married) sealed to her and her first husband.
To Margaret and I a son was born on March 24 1932, Floyd Ruby Fox. For having so many in our family, my five youngest and Margaret's four and our son Floyd - we got along pretty well.
Margaret and I lived together for 31 years. We enjoyed many lovely trips by bus, train and plane. We went among other places, to New York, New Jersey, California, New Mexico, Arizona, Mexico and Canada. We saw and appreciated many beautiful things.
Margaret died on June 27, 1963 at her daughter Irenes in Ogden, Utah. We had lived at her home most of the time for the previous 2 years. Margaret was laid to rest in Parowan Cemetery alongside her first husband. After her death, I lived with my daughters Verda and Edith in Ogden at 3430 Adams Avenue. They were very good to me but I was lonesome for home. Garth, my son-in-law was so good and did all he could to make me comfortable and happy. Verda and I lived with Garth and Edith until September 15, 1963.
On September 18 1963, I was 86 years old and Verda took me to Circleville for my birthday. This made me very happy. We made several of these trips to Circleville while I lived in Ogden with Verda in an apartment she rented for the two of us at the Lowell Ridges Apts. 3162 Adams Avenue, Ogden, Utah.
I loved my family...all fifteen, this including my stepsons and daughters. They were very good to me and their mother and I sincerely appreciate it.
I appreciate all that Margaret did in helping to have all my family sealed to Ida and me. For the life we have all enjoyed together in rearing our two families and for the wonderful trips we shared with each other.Ó
The Account of George FoxÕ illness and demise:
ŅDad became ill on November 15, 1963, and Verda found him on the bathroom floor of their apartment in the state of a coma. He was taken to Dee Memorial Hospital in Ogden, Utah where he stayed for two weeks or until November 30, 1963. Shirl and Cleon moved him in a station wagon to the Parowan Rest Home.
He was in the rest home just about one day and on Sunday night his grandson, Don Applegate and his wife Corrine found his condition poor. The doctor was called and Dad was moved to Valley View Medical Center in Cedar City, Utah. This was on December 1, 1963. He passed away December 12, 1963 and was buried beside his first wife Ida in the Circleville Cemetery.Ó
This was written and composed by his daughters, Verda and Thelma, under his direction.
George Henry Fox, 86, of Circleville, Piute County, died Thursday in a Cedar City hospital of natural causes. Mr. Fox had been residing in Ogden with a daughter, Mrs. Barton Applegate. He was born Sept. 18, 1877 in Salt Lake City, a son of John Henry and Mary Olsen Fox. He was married to Ida Minnetta Nay on Oct. 16, 1900 in Circleville. They later received endowments in the Manti Temple. Mrs. Fox died March 12, 1925. He was married to Margaret Mortensen on October 7, 1930 in the St. George Temple. She died June 27, 1963.
He had been a stockman and farmer for his entire life. Surviving are the following sons and daughters: John Henry, Burley, Idaho; George Cleon, Mrs. Kent (Stella) Whittaker, Richard, Shirl, all of Circleville; Mrs. Barton (Verda) Applegate, Ogden; Mrs. Lynn (Isabel) Lay, Marysvale, Utah; Mrs. Garth C. (Edith) Dalton, Ogden; Mrs. Owen (Thelma) Rust, Las Vegas; Floyd R., Cedarburg, Wisc; stepsons and step-daughters Mrs. Noble (Irene) Ralphs, Mrs. Ona Tribe, both of Ogden; Jay Mortensen, Las Vegas; Hugh., Salt Lake City; Dick, Orem; 31 grandchildren, 44 great- grandchildren.
Funeral services will be held Monday at 1 p.m. in the Circleville Ward Chapel. Friends may call at the Neal S. Magleby Mortuary, Richfield, Sunday from 7 to 9 p.m. and at the ward chapel one hour prior to services. Burial in Circleville Cemetery December 16, 1963.
Complied and submitted by Ardis E. Parshell, Historical Directory of Piute County, Utah.
Un-published work in process. Ardis has collected stories and history about the people living in Piute County Utah for years. She was kind enough to send to me the following information about George Fox from Piute County, Utah. Her sources were mainly the local newspapers of the times. I have edited her original work to fit into this book.
Son of John Henry Fox and Mary Olsen; born 18 September 1877 at Salt Lake City; baptized by John M. Bucklar and confirmed by James L. Ruby, 21 June 1925.
Ordained priest 24 August 1930 by James L. Whittaker; Elder 15 September 1930 by Reed Beebe.
Married Margurette Martensen, St. George Temple, 7 October 1930.
Of Circleville: Appears on list of "persons whose registration cards are in
the possession of "Piute County Draft Board, WWI-era.
Born 18 September 1877; died 12 December 1963; buried at Circleville.
Married Ida Mennett Nay; father of Jessey Edwin Fox. (Gravestone)
1 March 1904:
Signed petition asking County Commission to reconsider its recent consolidation of Lost Creek School District into the Circleville School Districts, claiming that Lost Creek has about 45 school children and an adequate school building, and that requiring the children to attend school in Circleville "will work a hardship upon both parents and pupils and cannot fail to prove detrimental to the educational advancement of our people."
5 August 1903:
Signed petition asking County Commission to consolidate Circleville and Lost Creek School Districts, claiming that neither district "is able to build a school house of sufficient capacity to accommodate all the children of their respective districts, nor to grade the scholars according to their merits, resulting in the holding back of children that
ought to be advanced, for their slower going class mates."
1903-04: Farming 30 acres (value: $200), at Circleville.
Of Circleville; named in list of owners of Piute County Cheese Factory
Company, in Articles of Incorporation dated 20 May 1909.
1916-17: Farming 41 acres (value: $830), at Circleville.
19 September 1918:
Patriotic Men Make Response to Call. Responding to the call of the Nation for recruits for the army, the loyal citizens of Piute County between the ages of 18 and 45, both inclusive, flocked to the registration places last Thursday and when the totals had been counted in the several registration offices throughout the county, 297 names had been recorded. The county fell short just forty names, according to the number allotted. Piute County had been set aside to furnish 337, but only 297 men were registered. The officers have announced that a close canvas will be made and the county thoroughly "combed" for any slacker and should any be found they will be made to suffer the penalty as prescribed for failing to register. Reports from all the registration offices throughout the county are to the effect that the work was done expeditiously and that there was not the least semblance of disorder. The day had been declared holiday and all business houses were closed for the occasion.
The following is a list of the men registered: Circleville, George Henry Fox.
14 November 1918:
Subscribed for bonds "of the fourth issue" (World War I war bonds), at Circleville.
14 November 1918:
The homes of Geo. Fox, J.R. Norton and Carrel Dalton, are under quarantine on account of the prevalence of the influenza. Those afflicted are not seriously sick and it is believed that with the lifting of the quarantine at these homes, Circleville will be about clear of the
6 February 1919:
Ship Car Fancy Hogs. George H. Fox and Swen Mortensen, two of the progressive farmers and stock raisers of Circleville, shipped a car of fancy hogs from this point last Tuesday. The hogs are among the finest ever sent from the county and consisted of some seventy-five high bred Berkshires, all in splendid condition and very fat. The hogs were purchased by Alma Westman, one of the big stock buyers of Richfield. They were transported to Marysvale in wagons and from here they were shipped to Richfield by freight.
Farming 47 acres (value: $2,930), at Circleville, in 1918-1918.
Farming 27 acres (value: $1,080), at Circleville, in 1922-1923.
Farming 52 acres (value: $4,745), at Circleville, in 1924-1925
living in Circleville; farmer, home farm; born in Utah; father born in England; mother born in Utah; can read and write; married Ida, 4 sons, 4 daughters.
1920-21: Farming 10 acres (value: $500), at Circleville.
29 May 1925:
John Fox and Geo. H. Fox was here Tuesday on tax business. "Here" is probably Junction.
17 December 1926:
Delinquent taxes owed on stock of Circleville Irrigation Company.
Farming 30 acres (value: $200), in Circleville, in 1908-1909.
30 January 1931:
Circleville - The M.I.A. of the Circleville ward entertained the old folk, all those over 60 at a very fine super program and dance. Dinner consisted of chicken, potatoes, jelly, ice cream and pie, with postum and chocolate as drinks. Mr. Crane acted as toastmaster. After supper went on to the auditorium where a program was given. A history of Circleville was given and several parts were rendered by the old folk themselves. A real old time orchestra consisting of violins and guitar with Bill, Tom and Shelby Thomas as the players. Nothing but old time dances and music were played. Mr. George Fox won the prize for wearing the best costume. Mr. John Nay and Mrs. LeFever won the prize as the best waltzers. Everyone had a good time, especially the old folk who, it seems, could hardly get enough.
18 January 1940:
Mr. and Mrs. Carrell Dalton of Circleville recently announced the engagement of their daughter, Miss Rhea Dalton, to Jay Martenson, son of Mrs. George Fox of Circleville. Mr. Martenson is in New York City, and the marriage will take place there in the early spring, and the couple will make their home in Armonk, New York.
16 January 1942:
Those who went to the funeral for Olson Fox, who died in Salt Lake City last week, were his brother, George Fox; his sister, Mrs. Edith Nay, and Mr. and Mrs. Carl Beebe.
23 February 1945:
Mrs. George Fox and son, Floyd, accompanied Hugh as far as Ogden on his return to his camp, after a 30-day furlough.
19 December 1963:
Funeral services for George Henry Fox, 86, Circleville, who died Thursday in a Cedar City hospital of natural causes, were held Monday in the Circleville Ward chapel. He was born Sept. 18, 1877 in Salt Lake City, a son of John Henry and Mary Olsen Fox. He married Ida Mennetta Nay Oct. 16, 1900 in Circleville, later solemnized in the Manti LDS Temple. She died March 12, 1925. He married Margaret Mortensen Oct. 7, 1930, in the St. George LDS Temple. She died June 27, 1963. He was a former stockman. Survivors include sons, daughters, John Henry, Burley, Ida.; George Cleon, Mrs. Kent (Stella) Whittaker, Richard, Shirl D., Circleville; Mrs. Barton (Verda) Applegate, Ogden; Mrs. Lynn (Isabell) Lay, Marysvale; Mrs. Garth C. (Edith) Dalton, Ogden; Mrs. Owen (Thelma) Rust, Las Vegas, Nev.; Floyd R., Cedarburg, Wis.; stepsons and stepdaughters, Mrs. Noble (Irene) Ralphs, Mrs. Ona Tribe, Ogden; Jay Mortensen, Las Vegas; Hugh Mortensen, Salt Lake City; Dick Mortensen, Orem; 31 grandchildren; 44 great grandchildren; brother, Hugh Fox, Salt Lake City; sister, Mrs. Edith Nay, Circleville. Bishop StanleyDalton conducted the services, which included the family prayer by Shirl Fox; invocation by Bishop James L. Whittaker and benediction by Jay Mortensen. Speakers included Don J. Applegate, M.D. Allen who gave a history and tribute and remarks, Bishop Dalton. LaPrese Reynolds played the prelude and postlude with Mr. and Mrs. Carling Allen singing a vocal duet; Shirleen Fox, vocal solo; Mickey and Evalee Applegate, piano duet; Linda Fox, organ solo and Burns Black singing a vocal solo. Burial was in the Circleville
Cemetery by Neal S. Magleby and Sons Mortuary, Richfield.
A story complied by Don Applegate, grandson of George Henry Fox.
ŅThe old horse collar hangs in my office as a memory of my wonderful grandfather.
One of the rings is attached with what grandfather referred to as "Mormon Buckskin," a name given to baling wire by the hearty pioneers.
Many years have passed since the collar was used on a horse. Now with a mirror installed and the haymes painted red, it has graced my offices from Idaho Falls to Coeur de Alene, Idaho and back to Utah. It has been handled with utmost care, being the first placed momentos on the wall of each new office. It's a great conversation piece; I take delight in telling people what it is and always talking about grandfather.
My earliest recollections go way back to happy times with Old Bess and Grandpa Fox.
Old Bess was the ugliest, raw boned and the most spirited horse a man could straddle, but she was the most gentle, kind and lazy mare when a little boy was on her back. I started riding her when my legs were too short to even keep my balance. Grandpa used a sursingle (a long belt to you city kids) to tie me on. Safely tied in place, with reins in hand, I was a real cowboy riding along with grandpa to fetch the cows from the pasture. Sometimes I would just ride in the yard following grandpa while he did the chores.
Old Bess would walk very carefully and slow. She knew that she was training a young future cowboy to ride - a lesson I've learned very well. Bess was grandpa's favorite horse. She was black with a white strip running down her long nose. She was ugly (as compared to horses I've owned), but to a little cowboy, she was the most beautiful horse in the world. Maybe, just maybe, I'll name my next horse "Old Bess." Bess was an excellent riding horse, and doubled her value by pulling the milk wagon to the cheese factory every morning. During the summer I often was lifted up beside grandfather for the trip. He'd always say, "Boy, I'm glad for your help this morning; I need a driver to the cheese factoryÓ Then he'd hand me the reins and off we'd go. Bess would have gone anyway. Whenever we'd pass a neighbor I'd slap Old Bess on the rump with the reins, showing my authority. Interestingly enough, she didn't change speed one bit. "Howdy George, I see you've got some help this morning," observed a neighbor. My heart would swell with pride as grandpa answered, "Best help I've ever had." With that, heÕd ruffle my hair. It always happened.
My grandpa looked big when I was a little boy looking up at him. Those striped bib overalls looked like they'd reach to the sky. As I stood in front of him, my eyes started at the lace boots he always wore and worked their way up the long striped legs. Finally, when our eyes met, he'd reach down and take me in his awaiting arms. Then with his big, rough hands under my arms, he would hold me above his head. Our smiles met. His blue eyes would sparkle like frost in the sunshine. "Little Don, I love you so," he always said. I've never known such a tenderhearted man.
This sentimental guy would shed a tear at the sight of a newborn calf; bawl out loud
when a new grandchild was born. He was rough, but oh, so gentle!
Grandpa liked raw eggs; he said they perked him up. I've seen him out in the haystack many times stoop over and chase a hen off her nest and eat the fresh laid eggs. I tried it once, but couldnÕt keep them down. His breakfast consisted of six raw eggs stirred into a cup of boiling water, a big chunk of long horn cheese, a bowl of oatmeal, two baking powder biscuits topped with honey, a thick slice of bacon and it all washed down with homemade barley coffee. I guess he needed a lot to eat because he was such a hard worker.
His day would start at 5:00 a.m. by milking the cows and end after dark by milking the cows again. Work on the farm was always done with horses. There was Bess, Beck, Whodole, Napoleon, Tony and the rest - I can't even remember. IÕm sure he was by far the last one in the valley to get a tractor. "Damn things tear up too much ground," he would say. "Give me a good team any day." After many arguments, grandpa gave in and got a tractor. His first experience is still the talk of the old folks. "Remember when George drove his tractor into the ditch," they'd laugh. There he was heading straight for the ditch yelling to the top of his voice, "Whoa, whoa, you son of a bitch." It didn't stop as Old Bess and Beck did; instead it dropped into the ditch. He then got Beck and Bess to pull it out. It was a long time before he ever drove the tractor again.
My life of leisure as a little boy inevitably came to an end on grandpa's farm. Sooner or later I was to become a student of hard labor. "Tomorrow I want you to dig postholes, grandpa instructed. "Where?" I asked. "Never mind, I'll show you in the morning," was all he said. Morning came much earlier than I anticipated. Grandpa's voice ricocheted throughout the house. "Rise and. shine, sleepy heads." He was serious about you getting up, for if you didn't, a glass of cold water was forthcoming. A person didnÕt need the water twice to get the message.
After milking and breakfast, grandpa and I went out to survey where I thought the new fence was to be. Astonished, I questioned his choice, "Why do you want a fence here?" His blue eyes sparkled as he answered, "Today you dig the post holes; tomorrow you cover them up." This didn't make any sense to me. Why should I dig post holes if they are not going to be used. This seemed mighty strange to a twelve-year-old boy. Grandpa sat down beside me. He anticipated my reaction and said, "Today you are going to learn the meaning of work. I want to see sweat running off the end of your nose," he went on. "A man has to learn to work; you won't amount to a "Pinch of pup shit" if you don't know the meaning of work - now get busy."
Granddad taught me many things about work on the farm and I was always happiest when the work needed horses. Raking hay with Old Tony was quite an experience. First time over the field was to put the hay in windrows. My first windrows looked like a drunken sailor did them. The object was to make straight rows wide enough for hay wagons to go in between. It required some timing to kick the release on the dump rake at the precise time in order to pile the hay just right. Once the windrows were made then the task became easier. Starting at the end of the row of hay with the wheels of the rake straddling the windrow to make piles, I used a little ditty to kick the release just perfect. Rub, a dub, dub, kick, the tines of the rake would raise and leave the hay in neat little piles.
Hay hauling was always a festive time, with neighbors helping each other. There were all colors of horses pulling the wagons between the rows of hay. One man would walk along each side of the wagon and pitch the piled hay on. A tromper would place the hay on the wagon and tromp it down. The tighter the hay, the more the wagon would hold Grandpa was always one of the pitchers because of his size and strength. The wagon load of hay would then be taken to the stack yard where a derrick would be used to stack the hay. I was the derrick horse rider. Back and forth I would ride Old Tony to lift the Jackson Fork full of hay from the wagons to the stack, a long hot process in the summer sun. I eventually graduated from derrick horse rider to tromper. It was while tromping hay that I experienced my first fear of snakes. Grandpa was pitching and as he lifted the pile of hay with his big fork, a rattlesnake was thrown up on the wagon. Boy, was he mad! I was off the wagon in short order and believe me, I was reluctant to get back aboard. Grandpa solved the problem by climbing on the wagon and killing the snake.
The haying crew was always fed by grandmother. What a banquet she'd prepare. There was always roast beef, new potatoes and peas from the garden, corn on the cob, fresh baked-bread, milk to drink and fresh fruit from the cellar. Those hay haulers devoured everything in sight. But, of course, hay hauling was hard work and the men needed all the energy they could get.
I went to live with granddad during my sophomore year in high school because all my uncles had gone to war. We were awakened each morning with grandpa's booming voice, "Get up," he called. "George Wiley has come and gone." Granddad would stoke up the fire and then settle next to the radio to listen to Murrow's newscast. I can still see him hovering over the old Philco radio, stopping occasionally to slap the sides to eliminate the static, in order to hear how the war was progressing. Many times I've seen him with tears running down his cheeks as the news kept us informed about battles won and lost. He was a great American - always concerned about the boys in the war.
My job was to milk the cows and feed the calves. How I dreaded facing the frosty morning with lantern lit, to milk the cows. This was before milking machines. We milked from twelve to fifteen cows each morning and night. Grandpa always milked the hard ones. I guess we hadn't yet developed enough strength in our hands to handle them Grandpa had a habit of always naming his cows after the wives of the men be bought them from. Sadie was his favorite and he always milked her first.
It was cold and miserable milking cows in the winter. The snow had turned to water during the day and frozen mud by morning. We'd dress in our warmest outfit, which consisted of two pair of pants, two shirts, a large coat and rubber boots. Sometimes the hands would be so cold that the old cow would kick and set up an awful fuss. Nevertheless I survived this ordeal and learned the importance of work and endurance. In grandpa's eyes I had learned how to work. I guess I would amount to something after all.
The long awaited moment came when I graduated from college and with my grandfather in the audience it was indeed a proud occasion for me. Many times I caught his eye and noticed the familiar tear making its way down his furrowed cheek. He was waiting outside when the ceremony was over and with extended arms, he caught me in a bear hug that surely could have cracked a rib. He then planted a great smack on my cheek and said, "Boy, you're the first of the family to graduate from college; I'm proud of you.
At age eighty-two my grandfather hauled his own baled hay and grain from the field.
He was a hearty man; it was a sad day when he left the farm for a life of leisure.
Four years later he died, leaving a void in my life. I spent the last five nights by his bed
in the hospital, shaving him, holding his hand and doing what I could to make him comfortable by squeezing each other's hand. We talked with our eyes, tears and I could feel his grasp weaken as he closed his eyes with a final gasp. I called the family on the phone to report, "Grandpa's gone." And that was all I could say.
The family asked me to speak at the services - a tough job for one whom loved his grandpa so. My final words were "parting is such sweet sorrow, we just say so long until the morrow. So long Grandpa, dear friend.Ó
Granddad was laid to rest in the family plot beside Grandmother, Jessie and Alta,
I'm sure they're happy being together again. They have a lot of catching up to do
This flashback to boyhood days of an era long gone has been most pleasant. It has reflected memories about a wonderful grandfather I knew and loved. Someday we'll meet again and swap tales about the events during our separation. I'll meet my grandmother, who passed away before I was born. It will be a joyful and tearful reunion.
"Old horse collar, it has been a long time since I strapped you around Old Tony's neck.
I'm glad you're still hanging around."
Don J. Applegate - June, 1981
Descendants of John Fox
Generation No. 1
1. JOHN FOX was born about 1782 in Hestershire, Warwickshire Co., England, and died July 20, 1857 in Upper Howell, England. He married ELIZABETH BENNETT. She was born 1784, and died April 04, 1804 in Leigh, Worcester, England.
Child of JOHN FOX and ELIZABETH BENNETT is:
i. GEORGE HENRY FOX, b. January 12, 1808, Hestershire, Worcestershire, England; d. October 18, 1855, Alton, Illinois.
Generation No. 2
2. GEORGE HENRY FOX was born January 12, 1808 in Hestershire, Worcestershire, England, and died October 18, 1855 in Alton, Illinois. He married JANE CARTER July 30, 1846 in Bedwardine, Worcestershire Co. England, daughter of GEORGE CARTER and ANN AECKIERS. She was born January 11, 1808 in Hestershire, Warwickshire Co., England, and died June 17, 1896 in Circleville, Piute Co. Utah.
Children of GEORGE FOX and JANE CARTER are:
i. JOHN HENRY FOX, b. October 03, 1850, Bernington, Warwickshire, England; d. April 21, 1931, Circleville Piute Co. Utah.
ii. GEORGE FOX, b. April 18, 1852, St. George, Birmingham, England; d. 1854.
Generation No. 3
3. JOHN HENRY FOX was born October 03, 1850 in Bernington, Warwickshire, England, and died April 21, 1931 in Circleville Piute Co. Utah. He married MARY OLSEN September 15, 1875 in Salt Lake City, Utah, daughter of MADS OLSEN and MAREN JORGENSEN. She was born February 25, 1855 in Manti, Sanpete Co. Utah, and died November 12, 1935 in Circleville Piute Co. Utah.
Children of JOHN FOX and MARY OLSEN are:
i. ESTELLA MAY FOX, b. May 15, 1876, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co. Utah; d. Abt. 1898.
ii. GEORGE HENRY FOX, b. September 18, 1877, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co. Utah; d. December 16, 1963, Ceder City, Utah.
iii. JOHN LEROY FOX, b. May 28, 1879, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co. Utah; d. May 03, 1954; m. REBECCA ANN BATTY, January 20, 1916.
iv. CHARLES VIVIAN FOX, b. December 18, 1880, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co. Utah; d. September 13, 1884, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co. Utah.
v. PEARL FOX, b. January 06, 1883, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co. Utah; d. June 29, 1885, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co. Utah.
vi. ELMIRA JANE FOX, b. September 07, 1886, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co. Utah; d. July 09, 1889, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co. Utah.
vii. GERTRUDE (GIRDIE) FOX, b. May 28, 1889, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; d. April 28, 1944; m. WILLIAM M. THOMAS, November 19, 1907.
viii. HUGH FOX, b. February 14, 1891, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; d. April 29, 1964; m. LILLIAN BLANCH DONKIN, January 01, 1916.
ix. GROVER FOX, b. February 14, 1891; d. 1893, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; m. ELMIRA; b. 1886; d. 1889, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah..
x. JOSEPH OLSEN FOX, b. July 22, 1893, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; d. January 06, 1942; m. JESSIE MARIE BARNSON, February 13, 1919.
xi. EDITH FOX, b. February 18, 1895, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; d. June 18, 1985; m. JAMES WILLIAM NAYLOR, June 02, 1913.
xii. DEWEY BRYAN FOX, b. May 21, 1898, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; d. October 23, 1918, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah.
JUNCTION, Nov. 18. Funeral services were held in the ward chapel at Circleville, Friday, for Mrs. Mary Olsen Fox, 80, who died at her home in Circleville on Nov. 12.
The services were conducted by John Bucklar of the ward bishopric. The speakers were Joseph Ipson, Charles Dalton, C. Burdette Crane and Rhoda Thompson. Burial was in the Circleville cemetery.
Mrs. Fox was the widow of Henry Fox. She was born at Manti on Feb. 25, 1855, being the first white girl born there. She came with her husband to Circleville 48 years ago and had made her home there ever since. She had been in poor health for a number of months.
She is survived by the following children: George, Roy, Hugh and Olsen Fox, Gertie Thomas and Edith Nay.
Source: LDS Obituary Scrapbook, p.36.
Generation No. 4
4. GEORGE HENRY FOX was born September 18, 1877 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co. Utah, and died December 16, 1963 in Cedar City, Utah. He married (1) IDA MENNETT NAY October 16, 1900 in Circleville, Piute Co. Utah, daughter of JOHN NAY and LAURA BURGESS. She was born July 20, 1881 in Fairview, Sanpete Co. Utah, and died March 12, 1925 in Provo, Utah Co. Utah. He married (2) MARGARETTE LAVELLA RUBY MORTENSEN October 07, 1930 in St. George, Iron Co. Utah, daughter of JAMES RUBY and ANNIE JOHNSON. She was born February 02, 1891 in Circleville Piute Co. Utah, and died June 27, 1963 in Ogden, Weber Co. Utah.
GEORGE HENRY FOX: Social Security Number: 528-50-4479
Children of GEORGE FOX and IDA NAY are:
i. JOHN HENRY FOX, b. November 30, 1901, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; d. February 21, 1922; m. VERA DAVIS.
ii. GEORGE CLEON FOX, b. September 20, 1903, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; m. IVA ADELL HARRISON.
iii. JESSIE EDWIN FOX, b. July 21, 1905, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; d. February 14, 1925, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah.
iv. ELVIRDA FOX, b. April 21, 1906, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; d. June 22, 1993, Orem, Utah Co. Utah.
v. MARY ALTA FOX, b. November 08, 1908, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; d. August 04, 1914, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah.
vi. ISABELL FOX, b. September 12, 1910, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah.
vii. IDA ESTELLA FOX, b. October 12, 1912, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah.
viii. RICHARD WOODROW FOX, b. April 24, 1915, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; m. OLA LEWYN WATTS, July 03, 1942.
ix. EDITH JUANITA FOX, b. November 24, 1917, Circleville , Piute , Utah.
x. THELMA GERTRUDE FOX, b. February 28, 1920, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; m. OWEN RUST, December 27, 1941.
xi. SHIRLEY DWIGHT FOX, b. September 16, 1922, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; m. ELNA GARDINER, March 21, 1946.
Child of GEORGE FOX and MARGARETTE MORTENSEN is:
xii. FLOYD RUBY FOX, b. March 24, 1932.
Generation No. 5
5. ELVIRDA FOX was born April 21, 1906 in Circleville, Piute Co. Utah, and died June 22, 1993 in Orem, Utah Co. Utah. She married BARTON APPLEGATE June 02, 1925 in Junction, Piute Co. Utah, son of JESSE APPLEGATE and ELLIE LEWIS. He was born January 29, 1905 in Circleville, Piute Co. Utah, and died May 19, 1960 in Circleville, Piute Co. Utah.
Children of ELVIRDA FOX and BARTON APPLEGATE are:
i. DON J. APPLEGATE, b. November 08, 1926, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; m. CORRINE JOLLEY, January 26, 1945.
ii. GEORGE BLAINE APPLEGATE, b. August 03, 1935, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; m. CLEO MILDRED TULLIS, February 19, 1961.
6. ISABELL FOX was born September 12, 1910 in Circleville, Piute Co. Utah. She married LYNN LAY June 03, 1942. He died August 10, 1964.
Children of ISABELL FOX and LYNN LAY are:
i. IDA MAE LAY, m. (1) KAY LE MOYNE SNOW; m. (2) HAROLD V. SWENSON, December 26, 1969.
ii. BETTY GENEIL LAY.
iii. KELVIN LYNN LAY.
7. IDA ESTELLA FOX was born October 12, 1912 in Circleville, Piute Co. Utah. She married KENT LEVON WHITTAKER June 03, 1935 in Junction, Piute Co. Utah. He was born December 15, 1910 in Circleville, Piute Co. Utah.
Children of IDA FOX and KENT WHITTAKER are:
i. PAUL JOHN WHITTAKER, m. KENNA FARNWORTH, September 16, 1976.
ii. CAMILLA WHITTAKER, b. December 29, 1935; m. BURT ANGUS GOTTFREDSON, August 25, 1954.
iii. ROBERT KENT WHITTAKER, b. September 11, 1937, Circleville, Piute Co. Utah; m. MARYL GLINES, September 08, 1961.
iv. ANNA MERLE WHITTAKER, b. March 08, 1943; m. GARY LLOYD GLINES, August 10, 1962.
8. EDITH JUANITA FOX was born November 24, 1917 in Circleville, Piute, Utah. She married GARTH CARROLL DALTON on August 31, 1935 in Panguitch , Garfield Co. Utah, son of MARTIN DALTON and IVA VEATER. He was born September 19, 1917 in Circleville, Piute, Utah, and died October 03, 1974 in Ogden Weber Co. Utah.
27- RODNEY GARTH DALTON; The first son of Garth C. Dalton.
The autobiography of Rodney Garth Dalton who was born in Circleville, Utah on April 3, 1938, to Garth Carrell Dalton and Edith Juanita Fox. Written and compiled by Rodney G. Dalton.
This story of my life is being put in this Dalton family history book for the benefit of my future descendent's. ItÕs in my own words and my style, so please bear with me. I ask myself why I should write down my life story? I decided that after researching and reading about all my ancestors stories that maybe I should let other people know about my history!
So where do I start? I guess from the day of my birth in the upstairs attic bedroom of my Grandma DaltonÕs house on the Highway 89 in the middle of Circleville, Utah. It was at 7:15 P.M. Sunday on April 3, 1938. I was the first son of Garth Carrell Dalton and Edith Juanita Fox. The reason I was born in my grandmaÕs house was because my parents didnÕt own a place of their own at the time. Remember it was at the end of the depression and my dad didnÕt work much so it was a necessary to have a place to live during those times.
I donÕt remember us moving into an old log cabin in the middle of Circleville, but I do remember a large china cabinet against one wall. This cabin was one of the early cabins built in Circleville, although it probably was improved on over the years I think I have a picture of it, but I havenÕt had a chance to talk to my mom about it. She would not remember anyway.
The next thing I remember is a story my mom tells about me running away to my cousin, Robert WhittakerÕs house. My mother dressed me in the old style bib overalls, the ones with the straps. She would tie me to the cloth line out front with a rope through my straps and looped it to the cloths wire. Well I wasnÕt long before I learned how to unbutton my coveralls and run across the street to cousins Roberts house. Problem was
I was buck-naked and raised quite a ruckus every time I did it!
I donÕt remember much about the time we traveled to S.L.C. to finally live or when we moved to Ogden Utah to settle permanently, but this was sometime in early 1942. My mother tells me we first lived in a single room on Madison Ave. & 25th Street. After a few months we moved to an apartment house on the East Side of Grant Ave. and 23rd Street. This is now where the parking garage of the Ogden City Mall is located.
While living on 23rd Street I got my first broken bones. I was playing around some boxes that were being unloaded on the sidewalk in front of a moving company on the same street. Somehow one of my friends pushed over a box on me and it broke both my ankles. Naturally all heck broke loose, and after a trip to the hospital I returned home with a cast from above my knees down. Mom always tells the story about how I would sit on my butt and scoot down the stairs, cast and all. Another time I got myself in big trouble was when me and a friend took off on a little trip across the 24th Street viaduct, which crossed above the Ogden railroad tracks to West Ogden. We were going to find my Dad and ride on his train! We must have been gone for a while because the police picked us up and brought us home.
I next remember we moved to a single house in West Ogden, on a road named ŅWilson Lane.Ó It was a white painted house with a few rooms and the outgoing trains run just west of it.
I did start my school days at the ŅWilson LaneÓ school, west of Ogden. I really donÕt remember very much of those times, so I guess it was a normal experience. One thing I do remember about these times in West Ogden was one time me and my dad were driving along the 24th street viaduct where it has a exit road off it onto ŅWilson LaneÓ and we slid off the road in the winter time. We werenÕt hurt as I recall, but the car was damaged. Another thing that happened at the house in ŅWilson LaneÕ was that my sister, Sheila Kay Dalton was born on July 19, 1943.
Sometime in the fall of 1945 we moved to a home at 3430 Adams Ave. in Ogden, Utah where I spent my school years and where my Mother still lives after 56 years. I have a lot of memoirs of 3430 Adams Ave. It was really all good and normal and I donÕt recall any problems while growing up there. Maybe I had good parents who taught me right from wrong. I was 7 years old when I started school at the old Washington Elementary school on 31st and Washington Blvd. It was also a junior high, which was added onto to the old elementary section. The old building was built before 1900 and had 3 floors. After I finished up elementary I transferred to the newer junior high building.
The house on Adams Ave. only had a half basement so my dad decided to dig out the back section and put bedrooms in. I remember helping him dig dirt and loading it into an old pickup he had brought from his work. We filled in a lot of low places around the property. He poured a new cement floor and after it cured us kids would roller skate around and around. It seemed like it took quite a few years for dad to finally finish the 2 bedrooms and one bath down stairs. I was the first one to have my own bedroom. My brother Russell was born in July of 1947 and after a time he moved into my bedroom until I got married and moved away.
I remember a lot about my growing up in the house on 34th Street. There were a lot of good times had there. Christmas at our house was really good, we kids getting most of the things we asked for, within reason of course. Mom would always put a sheet across the large doorway going into the front room where the presents were put around the tree. But that didnÕt stop us from getting up early to take a peek.
I remember the winter of 1947/48 was one of the heaviest in OgdenÕs history. The snow stayed on the streets from December to March. I remember that it was so high that there was at times a tunnel from our front door to the street! But again I was not that tall, ok.
Boy was that good sledding everywhere. The best was on 31st, where the street goes up for 2 blocks. The city would sometimes block off the street for all the kids to sleigh ride. I remember there was a lot of crashes at the bottom. I also was very good at making snow figures from all the snow we had. Somewhere mom has some pictures of these.
My school days were ok for me because I somehow worked my way into the friendship of the tougher kids in school so I wasnÕt bullied around much. I think this prepared me for later life because I could take care of my self in bad situations.
I was actually the leader of our small ŅGangÓ that palled around together in my neighborhood and we were typical kids growing up in the late 40Õs and early 50Õs. We never did anything to get into trouble, because we knew better. Well maybe there was a few times I got myself in a jam. For Christmas one year I got a ŅRed RyderÓ BB gun.
Well I then was bored or something because our next-door neighbors who had two older boys raised pigeons in their back yard. There was a ton of then always on our telephone pole in the alleyway, yep! I shot at a few from my bedroom window. Somehow I got caught one day and wow there was no more BB gun for me. I canÕt remember if I in fact hurt one of them, but I knew not to do it again. Another time I think there was a little corner grocery store just up the street on Adams Ave. and 35th Street. One day I was up there with my friends and stole a candy bar. Well as luck would have it my mom caught me eating it and put two & two together and marched me right back to the store and paid for it. It was very embarrassing to say the least. Believe it or not I was a pretty good kid. But naturally I wonÕt tell you about my normal teenage years!
One way I had fun was to get the gang and take very long bike rides all over the south end of Ogden. In the summer time I think thatÕs all we did, except to play baseball which, I will tell about later. There used to be an old Army & Navy yard on the other side of the railroad tracks on the other side of Wall Ave. about where 30th Street was. I think it was part of the first storage yard for the Smith & Edwards Company that is still in business in the North West Side of Ogden today. Well we would go out there on the West End of this yard and there was a hole somewhere in the fence and we played with all the good Army war stuff that was there. I really don't think anybody took things, because we didnÕt want to get in trouble - a far cry from todayÕs kids! There was also a very large set of sand dunes just west of this army yard we used to play on. It would later become part of the Ogden City dump.
LetÕs now hear about my trips to Circleville during the summers when my Mother shipped me down to Circleville during school summer vacation. I was only about 12 at the time. I made this trip for about 3 years in a row, I think. She would drive me to the Greyhound bus station on 25th and Grant Ave. in Ogden, Utah and put me on the bus with instructions to the bus driver to make sure he let me off at KenÕs store in the middle of Circleville. Most times some old lady would watch over me during the trip, including the stop for lunch at Nephi. Ken Dalton would watch for the bus because my Mother would telephone ahead to tell someone that I was coming.
I would get off the bus at KenÕs and he would greet me with a big hello! As I remember he always walked me to the pop cooler for a cold pop. I always had a ŅNehiÓ grape. He let me read his funny books for awhile until he called my Aunt Stella to tell her I had arrived safely. I then walked around the corner and up the street a half block to her house. I was there for the summer to ŅWorkÓ on the farm with my cousins on Uncle Kent WhittakerÕs Farm. Wow, did I hate that, city boy you know.
Anyway, on Saturday afternoons, I would stay at my Aunt Verda ApplegateÕs house overnight for the weekends. Actually this was what you called a ŅBasementÓ house. As I remember there was never a top floor constructed. I also remember she had a shoe repair shop connected onto the side of this house and she would show me how she re-soled shoes. I thought that was great that my Aunt would know how to do that! I also remember she had a big old black stove in that shop, I thought that was a big deal too.
I donÕt remember my Uncle Bart to well, although I did know he owned a cold storage store, on the south side of Circleville. I remember my cousins, Don and Blaine Applegate. Don was older that me and had joined the Navy. Blaine was about 2 years older than I was and he took me around to see some of the sights of Circleville.
I remember one time we went behind someoneÕs house into the pea patch and filled a big gunnysack with fresh green peas, boy were they good. Boy did we get sick!
Another time I remember was when us cousins, Robert Whittaker, Blaine Applegate and myself, walked to Grandpas FoxÕs farm, about 3 miles away to get some of Grandma FoxÕs homemade bread. She was famous for this bread. Nobody was there at the time so we found our way into the kitchen and found what we were looking for. A good yelling at when she found out! How did she find out it was us? HereÕs how. We also dug a hole beside the front fence in the side yard. We filled it over with some planks lying around the place. We ate the bread down in the hole, why, I guess to hide, as young boys will do. Anyway we had to get home and just left the wood over the hole. Yep, a calf came along and fell in and we were caught! Grandpa Fox called his daughter, Stella and wow, did we get it! Anyway thatÕs how I remember it.
When I stayed at my cousin, RobertÕs house, we had to get up around 4:00 A.M. and get up for the biggest breakfast I ever had. Even my dear Mom didnÕt have this much food! Then it was off to the farm out on Hi-way 89 towards Junction. My job was to drive the tractor that pulled the hay wagon. No fancy or modern equipment in them days! This was about 1950, I think. Anyway I will always remember the hot and miserable time I had doing this, but I couldnÕt let my CousinÕs and UncleÕs think this ŅCityÓ boy couldnÕt do ŅFarmÓ work. After all I was a ŅDaltonÓ, right! The reasons I am afraid of snakes to this day is because of all the water snakes that got baled up in the hay bales and my Uncle Kent and Cousin Robert would pull them out of the bales and throw them at me while I was driving that damn tractor!
Homemade bread and honey! Wow! A good yelling at when she found out! How did she find out it was us? HereÕs how. We also dug a hole beside the front fence in the side yard. We filled it over with some planks lying around the place. We ate the bread down in the hole, why, I guess to hide, as young boys will do. Anyway we had to get home and just left the wood over the hole. Yep, a cow came along and fell in and we were caught! Grandpa Fox called his daughter, Stella and wow, did we get it! Anyway thatÕs how I
remember it. I also remember I met a whole mess of DaltonÕs during the good timeÕs I had during my summer trips to Circleville in my early years. I wish I had kept in touch with them, because today I would sure like to ask them what they remembered about the early days about my ancestors in my hometown of Circleville!
Yep! I do believe with a little bit of luck and a change of my attitude back there then, I could have made it! I really was that good. I was picked on many all-star teams while I was playing baseball around the Ogden area. I remember that my gang was always at the ball park named, John Athletic Park on the west side of Wall Ave. between 31st and 35th Street. It had a very large area with a big field to the north where the big tent circus always set up during most summers. There was to the south of this field the Baseball Park and to the south of this ballpark, the very good all fenced in Softball Park. The middle section was the home of the Ogden Reds baseball club. I remember watching the famous Frank Robinson play the outfield there. So why did I grow up as the Brooklyn Dodgers as my big League team? This park was also where the L.A Dodgers and the Oakland AÕs used during their Pioneer League days. I got to see all the future baseball stars, including Tommy Lasada who managed the Dodgers for a year there. I would eventually get to know the bat boys and the club house guys and they sometimes let me go in after a game, wow, was I in the big time!
I was a very fast runner and the outfield fence had 2 x 4Õs that you could stand on when the game was on. Well I always collected a big bucket of new baseballs that were hit over the center & left field fence. I was as good as anybody getting to the balls first!
I remember trying out for the Junior high team and I was really nervous at the time and as luck would have it was a bad day for me and the coach cut me. Well that made me mad and then and there I swore to show him I could play as well as anybody. I joined a little League team and become the best as I could. The problem was that, as it turned out that I was a little shy and I never again wanted to try out for my schools baseball teams. I did over the years in the Ogden City Leagues get to play with a few friends that did in fact make it to the big leagues. I canÕt recall their names but I guess i lived my dreams through them. I remember the last time I had a chance to make it in the minors. The Pittsburgh Pirates baseball team come through Ogden one year during my senior year and had a try out camp at the Ogden ballpark. I did very well and as I recall it they ask two others and me if we wanted to go to Arizona to the next camp. Well again I was too young or scared, because I didnÕt go. End of dream! I did go on to play a few years in the Utah State semi-pro league that was very strong at the time. I do remember I stopped playing when I started working for the White Motor Company that started to build semi- trucks here in Ogden in 1973, more on this job later. Oh ya, I was asked to form a Company fast pitch softball team a few years later which, started me on a new hobby that took all my time until I was 50 years old.
LetÕs talk now about my love of cars and good old fashion drag racing. This started way back probably around the time I was 13 or 14 when I started to buy some of the first car books that just started to be published. I collected all I could get my hands on.
All through grade and high school I had a best friend named Jack Allen who was far shyer than me so we made a good pair. He was a Chevy man and I was a Ford man and we argued long and hard which was the better car. As it turned out I was the one who joined the local car club in Ogden even before I had a drivers license. The name of this club was the ŅSalt KingsÓ and they were formed by a bunch of airman from Hill Air Force Base just south of Ogden. With their connections they got Ogden City to help move an old barracks building onto a piece of land owned by the city that was north of the Airport entrance. We club memberÕs remodeled the building with 4 garage doors and a meeting room to meet every week. A few years later I was elected president of the club. I learned a bunch of stuff about cars and how they worked and because of this I got hooked big time on ŅCARS.Ó Naturally I had it in my mind that if you owned a car you had to fix it up or ŅCustomizeÓ it to look like the cars in the car books we bought. Remember all this started first in Southern California.
Over the years I build a few custom and drag race cars. There are pictures of three of these cars at the end of this chapter. I won many trophies with these cars, but it was a very expensive hobby with nothing to show for it but ŅPride.Ó After High school, with a few good buddies we traveled to Southern California to watch the big time drag races. That started me on many trips to California over the years.
One time we were in California was in the summer of 1955. Well there was a new park that had just opened in Los Angeles that was named ŅDisney LandÓ We got to go see it when it was brand new, a great time!
Well anyway I didnÕt stop fixing up my cars and trucks until I bought my last new truck in 1993, a Ford Ranger.
I remember my very first job was delivering newspapers for the SL Tribune. I donÕt think it lasted too long because I couldnÕt get out of bed on time. My next job was as a stock boy at the Rainbow Market that was on the Northwest Corner of 34th Street & Washington Blvd. There is a ArbyÕs now at this location. After that I got a job at the new ŅMay FairÓ market on the South West corner of 36th Street and Harrison Blvd. It turned into one of the famous Smith Food stores. This led me to my next job at the Ogden Coca-Cola Bottling Company.
At the Mayfair market I was the stock boy who filled the pop shelves and I always seemed to make the Coca-Cola section look the best. It just so happened that the route manager of the Coke Co. was a man by the name of Jack Hartman and one day he thanked me for doing so good at stocking his products and ask if I wanted to work at the Coca-Cola Co. after school loading trucks. Of course I said yes, and thatÕs what started me on my Ņsoda waterÓ career.
The Coca-Cola Bottling plant on 35th Street and Riverdale Road – c. 1940Õs.
I first loaded trucks and to say the least it was hard work, I stuck it out and finally got to fill in on the bottling line in the summers. After a while they let me run extra Coke to the route drivers during the day and I was back stocking shelves at the grocery stores in Ogden and Davis County. Next I started to fill in for route drivers that took vacations and I learned most of the routes that the Coke Co. had. The trucks that the Company used were really old, being 1940 Fords, pug-nosed, cab over the engine, oily, hot and noisy junk! Well thatÕs how I remember them.
I had many learning experiences while delivering coke around Ogden. One route I run was on 25th Street. Now remember this was about 1956 and the street still had most of the buildings opened for business. It was a mix of all races and I had to deal with doing my job. Sometimes it was scary going into the bars and restaurants that lined the street. That where I learned to get in and out as fast as I could and I think it helped me on my later jobs to get things done fast.
Ogden High school is where I hung out for a few years. The reason I say I just hung is because I was only an average student and I didnÕt want to be there. To say the least I hated it. Ogden High is located on 28th St. and Harrison Blvd. and itÕs a famous building in Ogden. In my sophomore year I had the choice of sports or R.O.T.C. as one of my classes. The Army always intrigued me, so I signed up for it. It was the only class that I received straight ŅAÕs.Ó The first years I was on the Rifle team and was a Sargent. My junior year I was a Lieutenant and in charge of the Drill team. My senior year I was chosen the Captain of ŅAÓ company and was in Headquarters Company. I passed all the army tests with a 100% average and in my senior year I past the same test they give to the men that sign up for the Officers school in the regular army with 97 %. I was told I qualified for a scholarship to the Utah University in the R.O.T.C. But again I made the wrong decision and didnÕt take it for many reasons, which I will explain.
The problem was I had a hard time staying in class because I had my hot rod car and a girl friend in Davis High School in Layton, Utah. Turned out it was in my last term in my senior year and I was failing a few classes. They called my mother and me into the councilorÕs office to talk with us. He explained that there was one teacher that would not give me any make up tests and I would have to attend summer school to graduate. Well that did it for me. I remember to this day how I walked out of his office, through the big front doors and down the stairs and into my future! I remember that my dad felt bad for me and the night that my class graduated, he took me out to dinner at the Park Drive Inn cafˇ.
Let me tell you about my first car or Ņhot rodÓ if you will. I sometime worked on weekends for my dad who owned the ŅDavis County Ice Company.Ó The deal we had was that I could keep all the profits I made the day I delivered ice for him as long as I paid for the next dayÕs load. It was just after I received my drivers license and it was in the summer time between my sophomore and junior year. The car was a 1949 dark red Ford Convertible with a white top. It was only a couple of years old and was in great shape. I canÕt remember where I bought it from, except it was off a car lot in downtown Ogden. A picture is enclosed. This car was customized within days at the ŅSalt KingsÓ clubhouse at the Ogden City Airport. I only had this car for about a year because one winter me and the boys were riding around Ogden and I tried to go over a curb in a church parking lot in Ogden and it wrecked the frame so bad it was lost. Reason? To low to the ground!
My second car was really the same car, but the next year model of Ford. A 1950 Ford Convertible. It had a black interior with a black and bronze paint job. Again it was customized!
The year I owed the 1949 Ford, I was somewhat the ŅLeader of the PackÓ as the song says. There was a drive-in cafˇ at the intersection of 36th Street and Riverdale Road named ŅAlÕs GreenwellsÓ The name was taken from a green brick round well that was on the corner of the property. There was one parking spot between this well and the street. It was mine! Nobody was allowed to park there except me. From that hangout we conducted our business and many nights of drag races took place on Riverdale Road in front of our hangout.
My third car was a one-year-old white Ford hardtop with a black interior. Ya! It too was customized. I just could not help myself.
My fourth car was a brand new 1959 Chevrolet, 2-door hardtop, white with bright red interior. My brother-in-law and I went out to the Olsen Chevrolet Motor Co. in Layton, Utah and ordered brand new cars! He ordered a black one and I a white one. It was hell waiting for the phone-call that they were ready to be picked up. You can guess how long it took me to customize it. Both cars were what you called factory hot rods and finally I had a car that was one of the fastest ones in Ogden. It made my reputation, good or bad. And so went my early car years!
These early ŅHot RodÓ years were a good learning experience for me because it led me into my lifetime work as being a industrial painter, which then trained me to be a supervisor & manager of a few local paint businessÕ in Ogden.
RodÕs 1959 Custom Show Car – c. 1961
It was after high school and I was working for the Coca-Cola Company that I met and finally married my first wife. Her name was Carol Thomas and she lived on the same block of Adams Ave. Her house was on the corner of 34th St. on the West Side. I was 3 years older that her and I were a few years out of high school when we finely started to date. I do remember her growing up in the Adams Ave. neighborhood, but I didnÕt pay attention to her until I came back to Ogden after one my many summer trips to California. One day feeling bored or something, we rounded up my best friend, Jack Allen and his girl friend, Mary Ann and we all went to Elko, Nevada. Carol Thomas and I was married in the Courthouse. The Date was May 28, 1961. Mary Ann was a first cousin of CarolÕs and my friend Jack married her one-year later. My son Scott Rodney Dalton was born on Sept. 7, 1961.
We moved into an apartment somewhere in the middle of Ogden for about two years before we bought a house in Washington Terrace in South Ogden. I was making really good money working at the Coke Company and Carol was a telephone operator for the phone co. Everything was ok for a couple of years but then things went haywire. I was too busy spending money on my show car and drag racing hobby and Carol didnÕt like most of my friends. I wonÕt go into the details but we were divorced shortly after. It messed me up for a long time afterwards.
I moved back to my bedroom at 3430 Adams Ave. and was still driving a Coke truck. I was not happy with my job at the time and started to look for another job. There was an opening with the Royal Crown Cola Bottling Co. and I changed jobs. Probably a bad move because as it turned out I could have retired early as did all my fellow Coke route drivers did. I still was making good money working for Royal Crown Cola Co. and I was
also building a big time race car, which took up much of my time.
In the mean time I was dating a girl by the name of Evelyn Horrocks and going to car shows around the west. She lived with her mother above Monroe on 27th Street in Ogden and she was 11 years younger that me. Turns out she became my second wife as we were married on Feb. 6, 1965 in Las Vegas, Nevada.
Sometime in the spring of 1965 there was an opening with Royal Crown Cola Co. in SLC
for a service repairman. We moved to SLC and rented an apartment in a duplex on the West Side. It was only a few months later that my boss at Royal Crown was fired and I was promoted into his job as the service Dept. Manager. This started me on a long history of being ŅThe BossÓ in my future jobs. In my years with Royal Crown I also ended up as the Maintenance Manager and as an assistance-bottling supervisor. At the time I thought this would be my life time career job, but it didnÕt turn out to be.
It was sometime in 1967 that the parent company of Royal Crown Cola decided to experiment with leasing the vending machine section of all their bottling plants to private operators. My best friend at the time was a man by the name of Dale Shelden. He was a route manager at the time and he ask if we could lease all the pop vendors and the trucks it would take to run the routes. We made the deal with them and set up our own company we called D& S Distributing Co. We rented a back section of the Royal Crown lot that had a building on it with a gate exiting 9th South and we were on our way. I run the entire South vending route and Del ran the North Route. Now to explain just how big our area was, consider this. It was for all of the state of Utah!
The vending machines we had to deliver pop to, cans and bottles were everywhere, service stations, hospitals, office buildings, stores, etc; We took over the contracts on the vending machines that the customers had purchased on time and we collected the payments due us. Sometimes this was a problem to make some of these people pay on time, but most were ok. My route took me as far south as Nephi and as far west as the Dugway Proving Grounds and every place in-between! I also had to do part time duty as a vendor repairman, this was a 12-14 hours day, but I owned my own business and I was on my way up. I still had time to show my cars & drag race around the west. I won a lot of trophies and a good time was had by all.
Part of the reason we did well was because the Royal Crown Co. sold us soda water at wholesale prices and we could charge our customers what we wanted to. This helped us because we could cut our rate per case to sell a ton of cans to a lot of stores and special outlets. Every 2 weeks or so, Hill Air Force base would call an order a truck load of canned pop for their Lakeside base on the West Side of Great Salt Lake. Now I donÕt have to tell you that the profit on this load at about $1.10 wholesale per case and then selling it retail at maybe $2.10 per case was a great profit!
Every thing was going great for us until the parent company looked at our great increase in sales and wanted part of the profits. The next time our lease was due for renewal, they increased the wholesale price of their products to a level they we could not live with. We hired a lawyer to look at this and he advised us not to resign our lease. Well to make a long story short, they sued us and we sued them!
As it finally turned out we had them over a barrel because after all we were employees of theirs when they signed the first lease and we settled out of court, the only cost to us was our own lawyerÕs cost. The best part was that the judge told the Royal Crown Co. they had to give us our old jobs back. ThatÕs when I become an assistance production manager.
It was during this time that I lived in SLC that I built my best custom show car which, was also a drag racer. It was a 1956 Chevy 2-door that I had owned for about 5 years. Someone stole it one night from in front of my motherÕs house in Ogden and the police chased them down Washington Blvd. They finally wrecked it! Completely totaled. This car at the time was a custom car and was legal to drive on the street. I towed it back to SLC and started to rebuild it, with the idea of making it the best show & drag racer there was. It took me 4 long years and almost $25,000 to finish with me doing all the work. I won many trophies with it. We toured all over the West showing this car.
Rod and his 1956 Chevy Custom and full race car – c. 1968, Salt Palace, SLC.
It was about this time that my daughter, Kristina Louise was born on May 1, 1972 in the Mckay Dee hospital in Ogden, Utah. We had moved back to Ogden after I went back to work for Royal Crown. At the time we lived just across the street from Lorin Farr Park next to the Ogden City stadium on 18th Street. I remember that my daughter Kristi always wanted to go across the street to play on the rides that the park had there for many years. We had some good times.
I think it was sometime in 1972 that the bottling plant in SLC was sold to a man from Idaho Falls Idaho named George Cope and he closed down his Idaho plant and came to SLC to produce Royal Crown Cola. He bought a big semi-truck and trailer to ship soda water to his Idaho Falls warehouse and I took a few loads up. Let me tell you about one time that he hired a new truck driver for that Idaho truck. This was when the new freeway was being built through Centerville and there was a detour along the frontage road to the east. Well one morning this new driver somehow lost control and tipped the truck and his load of thousands of cases of 16 oz. Royal Crown Cola over onto its side in a horse field beside of the road. Now do you know what that many bottles of 16 oz. soda water does when it is broken! Yes it makes a very big river of soda water & broken glass. Well we had to close down the bottling line and take everyone to Centerville with gloves and drums and it took us two days to clean up the mess. The owner of the field was mad as hell and IÕm sure it cost the owner a good bit of money to make him happy.
About a year later the owner installed a brand new bottling machine and over expanded to the point that he had to take out bankruptcy. Now this was a shady situation that I will tell you about. He called all his managers into his office one day and informed us that he was going to move his operation back to Idaho Falls and he wanted as many of us to help him. Well naturally we didnÕt have jobs so almost all of his employees walked out on him. He then said he would pay about a $1,000 dollars each to anyone who would help him strip the new bottling equipment out that weekend and ship it to Idaho Falls. I was one of the ones to take him up on the offer. We did move everything we could that weekend and as luck would have it he offered me the job as the production line manager in Idaho Falls. I was the one that had put the new machine together in SLC and he knew I would do him a good job. I said yes to his offer and I moved into the local Motel 6 in Idaho Falls. I worked four dayÕs straight to get us back in production. My wife came up a few time to visit and I went to Ogden also to visit. The Owner offered me the Production Managers job, but by then I had decided that Idaho was not for me. I told him that I was moving back to Ogden, he was not pleased.
I wasnÕt long out of a job because one of my friends that I worked with at Royal Crown had a brother that was the production manager at Fruehauf Trailer Manufacturing in SLC.
He needed a painter to replace one that he needed to run the night shift and to replace the paint supervisor that was retiring soon. I was still good at painting because I had learned to paint cars during the time I was building my show and race cars. I also helped build some of the new trailers and I was learning more about how to build large trucks and trailers which helped me get my next job back in Ogden in Nov. of 1973.
I had read in the local newspaper that the White Motor Company of Cleveland, Ohio was going to open a large Semi-Truck manufacturing plant in West Ogden on 31st, St. They were going to open up a office in Ogden to take applications and they would announce where it would be later. I did not wait for this because I wanted to get the jump on everyone else. I wrote directly to the White Motor Co. in Cleveland and asked for a application. I filled it out with all my qualifications and sent it back to them. One day in late November I got a call for an interview and I was the one they wanted for the job of Paint Supervisor! I was one of about 8 line supervisors to be hired and we reported to the West Ogden plant to be trained. They told us they were going to send us to their White Western Star manufacturing plant in Kelowna, British Columbia Canada for training. Two days later we were on a plane there. It was great fun to have all expenses paid and it was great. I was there for one month and come home the weekend after two weeks. After we returned home to hire the men needed to build trucks, they sent me to Cleveland, Ohio for more training in the Paint Dept. there. Now that was the oldest place I have ever been in. It was spread out over many blocks and some of the buildings were built in the early 1900Õs. After three days in Cleveland they flew me to Toledo, Ohio to the Dupont Paint mixing school. I was there for two days and then come home to start my new job. Well White Motor was a long and hard job because it had about 500 employees at its biggest years. I was one of the best supervisors there because I was always ahead of my production schedule.
The model of truck we built was called the ŅWhite Western StarÓ that was also build in Canada. It was a heavy-duty truck mainly used in the logging business in the North West. It was a long nose with heavy steel fenders and I think we made about 5 per week.
Some time about 1976 the company introduced a new cab over truck that was selling well
and was moved from Cleveland to Ogden. They decided to give the customer an option on the paint that was a full cab decal with a mountain scene. The company flew one of my men and me to Michigan for training on how to apply this decal. We were there for a week. We started to make these new trucks and they were a big hit. There was a truck show in Reno, Nevada and they sent me there to apply some decals on the show trucks.
After I was a paint supervisor for a few years the company expanded production and a job opened up for a production general foreman. I got the job because of my good record as a supervisor. I managed over 250 people for three years and this was how I learned how to cope with being a manager of people! Wow what a problem that was, more baby setting that anything.
After a while because of parts shortages on the line there was about 600 trucks parked in the fields around the plant. Well there was unlimited overtime and I was required to be there as much as I could. I was working 14/15 hours a day and only had a day off every few weeks. I once worked 41 straight days without a day off and that was only because it was the 4th of July and the whole plant was closed down! Not much of a home life but I was making enough money that we bought a home just below Monroe on Franklin Ave. and 34th St. in Ogden.
Again my bad luck was running true to form, because after a few years the White Motor Company of Cleveland Ohio went bankrupt! But it turned out ok because the Volvo Motor Company was looking for a manufacturing plant out west to build their Volvo Semi-Trucks. We didnÕt miss a beat and this company expanded the operation to eventually to 15 trucks of the end of the line per day.
White Western Star Truck – Rod painted this one for a customer in Chicago
Well as my luck would have it again I was never at home enough to maintain a good marriage. I donÕt think it was anyoneÕs fault but my wife was married far too early and didnÕt have much freedom. We had her mother living with us in a bedroom down stairs
And our daughter was about 5 or 6 and I was never home to help out. She was working at her own job so the money was not an issue. One day I came home and she asked for a divorce! Another blow to my ego. I moved back to my motherÕs house and did nothing but work and sleep for about three months. I didnÕt start to socialize until the secretaries at work took pity on me and invited me out. To say the least, I turned into a party animal.
After 8 years with the White Motor Co. I had an opportunity to take a job as the paint and production supervisor with the Kremco Company out of Edmonton Canada. Best job I ever had! They were going to build what you call Ņwork over oil rig moveably vehiclesÓ at a new manufacturing plant on 25th St. in West Ogden, where the present FMC Company is. Some of the White Motor managers had already gone to work there and they called me for an interview. Naturally I got the job. One reason I quit White Motors was because Kremco was new and my friends managed there. They shipped me off to Edmonton, Canada for training, in Nov. of 1981, I think it was. It was just getting cold there and sometimes we had to go outside and climb to the top of an oil rig mast. Over 300 feet tall on a ladder only 14Ó wide, but I did it! Another time I went to Edmonton was during the winter of 1982, Feb. I think it was. We had to circle the airport during a snowstorm that was one of the biggest in history there. After what seemed like hours, we landed far away from the terminal. They had to bus us there! The airport was closed down because the roads into it were closed because of the heavy snow. The terminal was filled with people and as I remember it I had to stay there for hours until the roads were open.
As my luck would have it again the worldwide oil shortage in 1983/4 caused the Kremco Company to go bankrupt! We had to finish up the last oil rig and get it ready to ship out. I was one of about 20 employees left. We started to make any steel product we could to keep the doors open. The boss told us all that if we found another job to take it because he didnÕt know how long we could stay open. An old boss of mine called me from a little burg in Lamar, Colorado near the Kansas and Oklahoma border to offer me a job as the paint supervisor in a tour bus manufacturing plant that had just opened. It was a German Bus and was selling well in the USA. I had nothing to lose because he offered me good money to relocate with all expense paid. I went there and they put me up in the local motel and paid for my room for one month, or until I found a place to live. As it turned out the only place to live was in a boarding house 45 miles away and there was nothing to do there but watch the sage brush blow by! I only had 4 white men working for me and all the others were Mexicans that could not speak English. That was enough for me, and I decided to go back to Ogden after only three days. I told my boss the job was not for me and walked out the front door, directly to my motel room, packed my stuff and hit the road! I called my old boss at Kremco and he hired me back and I stayed there for another two years.
One day I got a call from an old White Motor buddy who was the chief inspector on a missile project at Thiokol in Box Elder. He wanted me to help him out of a jam. We met the next day at Kremco and talked about me painting the Rocket Launcher that went into the Air ForceÕs B-1 bomber. What happened was that they had tried to paint the first oneÕs themselves at Thiokol and they were not accepted by the Air Force. They had to be repainted. Problem was that Kremco was still in bankruptcy and Thiokol would not give them the work. That didnÕt stop me though. I called a buddy of mine who owned a steel fabrication business and asked him to meet with Thiokol. He liked what they had to offer and we rented a building in the Ogden Industrial Park and set up a paint booth that Thiokol paid for. The new job was named American Western Steel Co., Rocket Division. I hired a helper and within three years I had painted 206 of these highly technical weapons. I did not miss a beat and didnÕt have to repaint one!
Again my luck run out on a job. American Western Steel took out bankruptcy 6 months after the rocket painting contact ran out.
LetÕs talk about one of my other hobbies during this time. After I had stopped playing baseball and starting working for White Motor Co. I was asked to play and coach the company Fast Pitch softball team. We formed a team made up of only company employees and played in the Ogden City Wednesday night league. This was a class ŅCÓ league and we did well and some years won our league. When I changed jobs and went to Kremco I found a sponsor and formed my own Fast pitch team. We traveled around the state and entered many weekend tournaments, won quite a few of them too. I also took time to coach a girls slow pitch team, but one year was enough for me.
The year was about 1985 and the Coca-Cola Fast Pitch team gave me a call to coach and play for them. Probably because I had beat them quite a few times in the past. We hand picked a few of the best players in Ogden and had a try out early in the spring. We went to St. George to play in their annul spring Fast Pitch Tournament and won it! That was the start of my big time involvement in Championship Fast Pitch softball.
We continued to add better players and won many, many games and tournaments. We traveled all over the West playing softball, and won the St. George tournament three years in a row. The big year for my team was in 1986 when we won the Utah State ISC Championship and qualified for the World Series of Softball in Sioux City Iowa. We were allowed to pick up three players from other teams and I asked three of the best players in Ogden to go. Naturally the Coca-Cola Company paid for the trip as they had been for these years.
This ICS World Softball Tournament has been played for many years and it was the high light of my life to be able to play in it. The problem was at the time our team was only a class ŅAÓ team and most of the others were the best in the World, or ŅMajorÓ class teams.
That was fine with us, because we were there. My luck held out again and we drew out the very first game which, is the opening ceremony game. When I say luck, I mean bad because the team we had to play was the Host team from Sioux City named Penn Corp. They just happened to be the No. 1 ranked team in the World, we didnÕt care! There were 52 teams qualified from the USA, Canada, Mexico and Japan.
Penn Corp. had the top pitcher from New Zealand and he started for them. I guess you knew what happen then, he no-hit us! We did get a few foul balls off him but he was throwing about 98 to 100 miles per hour from 46 feet away and there were a ton of strike- outs. The score was only 4 to 0, so It wasnÕt that bad. As I remember it was on a Friday night at 7:30 and there were about 10,000 fans in the stands, including the governor and the mayor. Wow! I have a big scrapbook on this.
1986 Utah State Fast Pitch Champions at the World Series of Soft Ball
This loss put us into the loserÕs bracket and we didnÕt get to play until Sunday. The team we played was from Texas and they were not as good as the first team. Problem was they still were good enough to beat us 7-0 and knock us out of the tournament. We did get three hits off them, but our errors killed us. We flew back to Utah that next Tuesday. After that year we still won a lot of games and tournaments and almost won the Utah State Tournament again in 1987. We went 12 innings only to lose 3 to 4, which was a heart breaker. I coached the team for a few more years before it was no fun. I was talked into coaching the PetersenÕs slow pitch team for a few years. (PetersenÕs is my present employer) I did form another fast pitch team and we played in the Clinton City league for about 4 years before I gave it up for good, I was over 55 years old by then! So ended another hobby before my last one started. Can you guess what that hobby is? Right, searching for that old rascal, ŅThomas Dalton.Ó
After I left American Western Steel I applied for a paint supervisor job at a large family owned business in Farr West, Utah, which is Northwest of Ogden. They hired me because they were looking for an experienced person that could bid on government contracts. I have been working at Petersen Inc. from Oct. 28th 1988 to the present day.
I will now tell about my last and third wife. I married Tracy Lindsey on June 1, 1991, in Ogden, Utah. I was 51 and she was 27 at the time. Now before you start asking questions about this age difference, I will just say that all my wives have been quite a few years younger than me! We have had no children but a great life so far.
It was about 1998 that my son Scott asked about his Dalton ancestors. I had about 20 years before found a small amount about them and had saved my notes. After reading the notes, something caught my eye, and I remembered that there was a book about the DaltonÕs in my local LDS Family History Center. I went there, and guess what? It was about my family of DaltonÕs. Wow! Did I think I had hit a gold mine, wrong, the book was in fact the ŅJohn Dalton book of Genealogy.Ó Sure that was enough for most researches, but not to me. I had just purchased my first home computer and I knew that there were a lot of genealogy web sites out there. I started to enter the surname Dalton in as many as I could find. Well after a time I started to find and trace my own Dalton line from the Internet and also I started to make many, many trips to the big LDS FHC library in SLC. Well the rest, they say, is history because I found a ton of my ancestors.
It was one night while I was on Roots Web searching for DaltonÕs when I spotted an item that caught my eye. It was a time line of my Dalton family from England, Wales, America, Pennsylvania, Michigan and Utah. It gave the submitters name and E-Mail address. I mailed him a question about the Dalton line. He mailed back with his phone number and I called him.
It must be a very small world as they say, because the man on the other end just happened to be my first cousin from my hometown of Circleville, Utah! His name was Arthur Whittaker and we were related in two ways! His mother was a Dalton and one of my great-great grandmothers was a Whittaker. He only lived a few miles South of me in Kaysville, Utah. It so happened he had been searching out his Dalton line for quite a few years. We talked hundreds of times in the next two years and decided to write a book about our Dalton line. This book you are reading is the result of that decision.
Well this brings us up to date on my life so far, except for the fact that on April 11, 2001, I went into the hospital here in Ogden for a 5 by-pass open-heart surgery. I am home and recovering ok. I am up dating this Dalton book while I have the time off.
Update on Rodney Dalton & family – December 2003:
Well a lot has happened since my heart bypass in April of 2001. Again my luck or lack of it stuck again! My wife, Tracy developed brain cancer and was operated on in May of 2002 and again in Jan. of 2003. She had to have Chemotherapy & Radiation for the rest of the year, which turned out to be a great success because her cancer is in remission for now (Feb. 2004).
I retired at the age of 65 but decided to keep on working because my health is good. Because of this retirement we had extra money coming in, so I had a new home built for us in Harrisville, which is North West of Ogden.
An explanation must be made here about the last name of my son, Scott, and his descendants; After my divorce from my first wife, Carol, I had moved to SLC to work and live. We were having a hard time paying our bills and I was behind on my child support payments. After a while his mother Carol hired a lawyer and he told me I had to pay all the back support money! The only way out for me at this time was to let my son be adopted by CarolÕs new husband. This I have regretted all my life.
I am sorry to announce that we have lost another Dalton family member this past week.
My son, Scott Rodney Dalton passed away of cardiac arrest on Friday January 10, 2003 in Ogden, Utah. He was only 41 years of age and left his loving wife, Brenda and 5 children, ages 7 to 21. He was a very successful businessman and was an Elder in the LDS Church.
I am very grateful to Scott for asking me about 5 years ago where the Daltons were from and if we were related to the ŅDalton Gang.Ó That question started me on my quest to find out just who our Dalton family really was. The rest is history, as they say! His family, friends and I will miss him dearly. Rodney Garth Dalton – 1/15/2003
Scott Rodney Dalton
September 7, 1961 – January 10, 2003
DonÕt grieve for me, for now IÕm free.
IÕm following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard him call,
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love to work, or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
I found that peace at the close of the day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy;
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Oh yes, these things I too, will miss!
Be not burdened with times of sorrow.
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My lifeÕs been full, I savored much;
Good friends, good times, a loved oneÕs touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
DonÕt lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee,
God wanted me now, He set me FREE
Standard –Examiner Ogden Utah, January 13, 2003.
Scott Rodney Dalton-Thomas Welch
South Ogden – Scott Rodney Dalton, 41, passed away suddenly at his home on Friday, January 10, 2003, from cardiac arrest.
Scott was born September 7, 1961 in Ogden, Utah, the son of Rodney G. Dalton and Carol Thomas. They later divorced. Carol Thomas then married Lee B. Welch who in turn adopted Scott Rodney and he was renamed Scott Thomas Welch.
Scott married Jana Farley and they had one son, Jason Scott Welch. They later divorced. Scott then married Connie Rowher and they had a daughter, Andrea Lee Welch. They later divorced. Scott then married Brenda Kinghorn on March 7, 1998.
Scott had a zest for life. He loved to travel and was an avid reader and a gifted guitar player. Scott was somewhat of a jokester and pulled many pranks on his friends. He was a very good golfer and was always looking for ways to improve his golf game. Scott liked fast cars and was always looking to find the perfect sports car to drive. He was quite a ŅHamÓ as his ŅCredit ManÓ commercials attest too. Most of all Scott, was a teacher and mentor to all who knew him. ScottÕs talent and passion for golf was only exceeded by his passion for living and loving. Scott treasured his many friends, his extended families and his wife and children.
ScottÕs brilliant business savvy led him to create and run two successful businesses: New Deals Used Cars and Quality Acceptance Corporation. ŅCredit ManÓ will be deeply missed.
Scott was an Elder in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and a member of the Old Post Ward. A true highlight of his multi-faceted life was the gathering of his wife and children in the Salt Lake Temple in September of 1999.
Scott is survived by his one true love, Brenda Kinghorn Welch and his five children:
Jason Welch, Casey Donk, Andrea Welch, Brianna Welch and Kylie Richins, as well as a grandson he adored, Gaige Scott Welch.
Also surviving are his parents, sisters, Natalie (Jeremy) Summers, Layton; Lana (Jerry)
Mutz, Joliet. IL; brother, Robert Welch, Medford, OR; in-laws, Roger Kinghorn, New Jersey; Randy (Susan) Kinghorn, Ogden; Rhonda (Robert) Fowers, Wyoming; many nephews and nieces; His loving grandmother, Edith Dalton. His paternal father, Rodney (Tracy) Dalton, his special uncle Russell Dalton, his Aunt Sheila Gerrard, his sister Kristi (Kevin) Dean and his best friend, John Barker.
Funeral services will be held Tuesday at 3 p.m. at LindquistÕs Ogden Mortuary, 3408 Washington Blvd.
Friends may call at the mortuary on Monday from 6 to 8 p.m. and Tuesday 2 to 2:45 p.m.
Interment, at LindquistÕs Washington Heights Memorial Park, 4500 So. Washington Blvd. Ogden, Utah.
This letter was posted to the Dalton Family Web site on Feb. 4th 2005.
I have not mailed anything for a long time. As some of you know my dear sweet young wife, Tracy has had a three year long battle with brain cancer. She had her last operation on Sept. 24th 2004 and another MRI in December. The tumor was found to be growing back in a location that the doctors told us that it was of no use to operate again. Tracy being the strong soul she was decided she wanted to die at home. She had great birthday party on Dec. 21st, (41 years old) She also had a very happy Christmas. We had to call in Hospice on New Years day and put her in a hospital bed. She slowly went down hill until 7:45 PM, Sat. 29th 2005 when she passed away and returned to her Heavenly Father. Her Funeral was Thurs. Feb. 3th and i hired the local high school bagpipe band to play "Amazing Grace" for her. Our cousin, Arthur Whittaker gave a wonderful talk about me and Tracy and how she put up with me during all those years i spent researching and compiling my Dalton history. Thank you for your prayers and good wishes and i will get started soon to publish my Dalton book.
In Memory of Tracy Lindsey Dalton
Date of Birth
December 21 1963
Date of Death
January 29 2005
Dedication of Grave
Bishop Robert Bishoff
1- Travis Lindsey
2- Tyler Lindsey
3- Steve Wardleigh
4- Lance Miles
5- Kevin Dean
6- Jason Welch
7- Casey Clough
8- Mike Eppich
Rodney Dalton, Kent Lindsey,
Scott (Dalton)Welch, Russell Dalton,
Kip Casper, Josh Casper,
Brent Lindsey, Myron Davis
Josh Hohl, Shane Davis,
Jared Dimick, Byron Stoddard,
Sam Stoddard, Malcolm Beck,
Randy Beck, Gary Beck,
Lynn Dudley, Michael Dudley,
Josh Hohl, Arthur Whittaker,
Leroy Peterson, Tim Glover,
Darrell Copeland, Doug Terry.
Kent Yearsley, "Brindle"
11:00 a.m., Thursday, February 3rd 2005
Harrisville 4th ward
480 W - 2000 No. Harrisville, Utah
Interment: Leveatt's Aultorest Memorial Park
836 - 36th St. Ogden, Utah
Conducting: Bishop Jeff Stoker
Family prayer: Lance Miles
Prelude Music: Debbie Hudman
Invocation by: Linda Lindsey
Obituary read by: Megan Casper
Tracy Lindsey Dalton, 41 returned to her heavenly father on January 29 2005 after a long and courageous 3-year battle with brain cancer.
She was born December 21,1963 in Ogden Utah, the oldest of six children of Kent Lindsey and Brenda Davis. She lived all her live in Roy Utah until her marriage. She graduated from beauty school and became a beautician and makeup artist. Tracy taught dance at the Dance Shoppe of Roy, Utah.
She loved dancing, music, reading and children. She loved making professional quality crafts. Though Tracy had no children of her own she loved and cared for her brothers, sisters and her nieces and nephews. All children could find a warm place in Tracy's heart and home.
Tracy married Rodney Dalton on June 1 1991. This was a classical May-December romance, She loved to travel with her husband, and redecorate her home. She was a member of the Harrisville 4th LDS ward.
Surviving are her husband Rodney, Ogden; her best friend "Brindle"; Grandmothers Edith Dalton and Edna Lindsey, Ogden; Brother-in-law; Russell Dalton, South Ogden; Sister-in-law Sheila Gerrard, Roy; Step daughter Kristy (Kevin) Dean, Roy; Mother Brenda (Myron) Davis, Roy; Father Kent (Linda) Lindsey, North Ogden; Sisters Terri (Mike) Eppich, Murray; Toni (Josh) Hohl, Harrisville: Tricia (Kip) Casper, North Ogden; Brothers Travis Lindsey, Roy; Tyler Lindsey, Salt Lake; Step sisters Michele Shimmin, Murray; Nickie (Lance) Miles, Eugene Oregon; Dee dee (Casey) Clough, Riverdale; Shaundra Davis, Mountain Green; Step brothers Jared Dimick, North Ogden; Shane Davis, Salt Lake.
She was preceded in death by a Step-son, Scott (Dalton) Welch,
Ogden; 2 Grandfathers; Boyd Lindsey, and Verner Stoddard. One Grandmother; Dorothy Stoddard, all of Carbon County Utah.
Musical Selection: Max and Janet Jackson:
I Walked Today Where Jesus Walked.
"I walked today where Jesus walked,
In days of long ago.
I wandered down each path He knew,
With reverent step and slow.
Those little lanes, they have not changed,
A sweet peace fills the air.
I walked today where Jesus walked,
And felt Him close to me.
My pathway led through Bethlehem,
A memory's ever sweet.
The little hills of Galilee,
That knew His childish feet.
The Mount of Olives, hallowed scenes,
That Jesus knew before
I saw the mighty Jordan row,
As in the days of yore.
I knelt today where Jesus knelt,
Where all alone he prayed.
The Garden of Gethsemane,
My heart felt unafraid.
I picked my heavy burden up,
And with Him at my side,
I climbed the Hill of Calvary,
I climbed the Hill of Calvary,
I climbed the Hill of Calvary,
Where on the Cross He Died!
I walked today where Jesus walked,
And felt Him close to me."
Family Thoughts by Tricia Casper, Sister:
"A sister's love is very special in so many ways,
Now miles stretch between us, and minutes turn to days.
We've shared so much as children, the tears, the joy and pain.
A lifetime spent together, those memories remain.
In times gone by we've pondered the paths our lives have taken,
Knowing that in spite of this our sisters' love unshaken.
A sisters love is special in ways that are unspoken, still that binding
Force exists, our sister love unbroken."
Dear Tracy, "We will all miss you so much, but know that it was time for you to go. Watching you suffer so badly wasn't easy. Having the chance to help you through it was an honor. Now you fully understand the love we all have for you.
At times you would feel unloved & lonely. That wasn't us not loving you, it was you not giving yourself the love & credit you so deserved. You won't be sad or lonely anymore Tracy & for that we are so thankful.
The lessons we have learned from you is that the most important love received is the love we give ourselves & to live every minute of everyday to the fullest.
You had so many talents; Crafts, dance, make up & hair. You were a perfectionist at everything you did. Your beauty inside & out is something everyone would have to say about you. You're a gorgeous person.
The great memories we will cherish & know your spirit will be with us always. We love you so much Tracy."
Your sisters & brothers: Terry, Toni, Trisha, Travis & Tyler.
Song Selection: CD by Rod Stewart:
"Have I told you lately that I love you." Dedicated to Tracy and Rod.
Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
For the morning sun in all it's glory,
Meets the day with hope and comfort too,
You fill my life with laughter, somehow you make it better,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
There's a love less defined,
And its yours and its mine,
Like the sun.
And at the end of the day,
We should give thanks and pray,
To the one, to the one.
Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
There's a love less defined,
And its yours and its mine,
Like the sun.
And at the end of the day,
We should give thanks and pray,
To the one, to the one.
Have I told you lately that I love you?
Have I told you there's no one else above you?
Fill my heart with gladness, take away all my sadness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
Take away all my sadness, fill my life with gladness,
Ease my troubles, that's what you do.
Tribute: Caryn Beck-Dudley read a tribute to Tracy.
Tracy's story: by her Mother and Father.
Throughout Tracy's life she was hoping to open a new doorway of understanding, the doorway to understand other people. She was seeking a oneness with life hoping to be excepted for who and what she was.
During many conversations with Tracy she was troubled as to why others could be so cruel. Being a sensitive and intelligent person she came to learn not to let what others did or said change her. Even the dark depression times helped to give her the understanding of her need to honor everything as a teacher.
To define courage is to tell Tracy's story. She fought depression for the greatest part of her life. She faced the disappointment of not having her own children. And at last the cancer of the brain.
She fought the impossible and won. The doorway to all understanding is now hers.
We would like to celebrate the life of a hero. A person, who lived her life, listened to her own drummer and gave so much of herself to this world.
Because she was the oldest of six children she helped to raise her brothers and sisters and would fight off the world should any one try to hurt them. She helped her sisters raise their children and no one could have loved them more.
She loved to dance and teach small children the joy of movement. Elton John's music and all music was her great joy and rocking out with her mother and sisters was part of her crazy fun times.(We'll never forget "Purple Rain."
She was talented at making crafts and loved giving them to others.
Tracy's love of her Grandma Lindsey was so very strong and she loved to go to Carbon County and play cards with her.
"Brindle" her dog of many years stayed on her bed and by her side at all times during her last hours. We are thankful to God for sending her this great companion.
Also, as her parents we would like to give tribute to her husband Rod for the care and love he has given her. If she needed any thing it was hers.
Tracy would want us to remember that all things have their perfect time and place in life.
Joys balanced by tears.
Silence by clowning.
Giving by receiving.
Wisdom by doubt
Living by dying
Going the full circle, she has lived and now is free. She has opened the door and is walking in balance and honoring the sacredness that at last is hers. Tracy tried harder than anyone could ever know to live in this world. She was guided in her heart to give as much service and love as possible. May we celebrate more than we mourn the passing of this courageous hero.
Remember she had joy, love, and wisdom and will now walk in the light forever.
Speaker: Arthur Whittaker, Cousin:
Rod called me up and ask if I would be a speaker at Tracy's Funeral. I said that I would be glad to. In talking about Tracy I have to talk about families, as I only knew Tracy through the family of Rod and Tracy. Rod was and is very devoted to Tracy. As you know Rod is much older than Tracy. They met and decided to create a family of two individuals. One time my wife Helen, I, Rod, and Tracy went out to dinner. A comment was made about Tracy being Rod's daughter. They both laughed because it has been said to them quite a few times before.
Many times Rod would call me up and tell me how concerned he was about Tracy. He loved and cared for her very much. You know I define love as an action verb and not just a feeling verb. You show your love for a person by your actions and your devotion to your wife. Rod has exemplified this love for Tracy these past few years.
This is what a family is all about. As you may all know Rod is really involved in his Dalton Family history. His love of genealogy has benefited himself and will benefit generations to come in providing a history of the Dalton Family. I would like to relate how I got to know Rod and Tracy. I, myself have been interested in genealogy since I was 12 years old. I put my database on the Internet and Rod found it. This was about 1998. With that information he sent me a e-mail and introduced himself and stated that we were cousins. I e-mailed him back and stated that I was born in Circleville, Utah in 1937. He wrote me back and said that he was also born in Circleville, Utah in 1938. I asked him, "So how come I don't know you?" He said that his family moved from Circleville to Ogden when he was a young boy. Well we just had to meet in person so I asked him where he lived and he said North Ogden. I said that I lived in Kaysville so we arranged to meet each other. That was the beginning of a long relationship.
If any of you have been involved in genealogy you can understand that there are strange occurrences that happen. Sometimes they are good and sometimes we just don't talk about what we find. Well this occurrence is the good one. You see Rods Great-Great Grandfather Charles Wakeman Dalton family was the first LDS family to resettle in Circleville Utah in 1875 and my Great-Great Grandfather, James Whittaker Jr. family was the second family to come into the valley. There was much intermarriage between the two families.
Rod and me went to England in June of 2003 to attend the Annul Dalton Genealogy Society meeting. Rod at first resisted because Tracy was still having treatment after her first operation. She insisted that Rod go with me on this once in a lifetime trip. He worried about her the entire time he was away from her. He made it a point to call her every night at the same time. This trip to England allowed Rod to compete the history of his Dalton family by taking a DNA test along with one of his Dalton Cousins from England. They were a perfect 100% match. This proved Rod's direct line from American through Wales and back to England to about 1088 AD.
Tracy was so proud that after years of research, Rod was able to complete 5 Vols. of his Dalton History. In fact he was able to spend all his time with her!
We will all pray for Tracy and she will be waiting for us when our time is done. It was A pleasure for my family to get to know her!
Poem: "Hello God" by Andrea Bradshaw, best friend
"Hello God, this is Tracy and I called tonight to talk a little while
I need a friend who'll listen to my anxiety and trial.
You see, I can't quite make it through a day just on my own...
I need your love to guide me, so I'll never feel alone.
I want to ask you please to keep my family safe and sound.
Come and fill their lives with confidence for whatever fate they're bound.
Give me faith, dear God, to face each hour throughout the day,
And not to worry over things I can't change in any way.
I thank you God, for being home and listening to my call,
For giving me such good advice when I stumble and fall.
Your number, God, is the only one that answers every time.
I never get a busy signal, never had to pay a dime.
So thank you, God, for listening to my troubles and my sorrow.
Good night, God, I love you too and I'll call again tomorrow!"
Song by Shae Bradshaw: "I Know That My Redeemer Lives"
I know that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me;
A token of his love he gives,
A pledge of liberty.
I find him lifting up my head;
He brings salvation near;
His presence makes me free indeed
And he will soon appear.
He wills that I should holy be:
Who can withstand his will?
The counsel of his grace in me
He surely shall fulfil.
Jesus, I hang upon thy Word:
I steadfastly believe
Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord,
And to thyself receive.
Video Tribute of Tracy; by Tim Ruden
Poem- "Free" Author unknown;
Read by Myron Davis, Step Father
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free.
I'm following the path God laid for me.
I took his hand when I heard him call,
I turned my back and left it all.
I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love to work, or play.
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
I found that peace at the close of the day.
If my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy;
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
Oh yes, these things I too, will miss!
Be not burdened with times of sorrow.
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life's been full, I savored much;
Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your hearts and peace to thee,
Song Selection: CD by Tom Jones:
"Green Green Grass Of Home"
The old hometown looks the same as I step down from the train,
and there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
and there's that old oak tree I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Then I awake and look around me, at four gray wall surround me
and I realize that I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre -
arm in arm we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to see me in the shade of that old oak tree
as they lay me neath the green, green grass of home.
Family Children that presented roses on Tracy's casket:
Names read by Sharon Beck, Aunt.
C J CLOUGH
Speaker: Rodney Dalton, husband.
Dear God, our Father in Heaven.
"We are gathered here today to honor Tracy's life, which was far to short. I would like to thank her for the 18 years she put up with me! Everyone thinks it was I who was taking care of her - but it was really the other way around.
We had many good times and a few bad ones, but we truly loved each other and stuck it out.
Tracy needed and wanted to be the Queen of the ball, and was used to having her own way. This made her a strong willed lady, and this helped her fight for almost 3 years to beat the Cancer that finely took her from us.
So, Tracy, God bless you and we all love you very much!
Some of us will see you sooner than you think!"
Here is a poem I found recently and read last week to Tracy and it goes like this;
"The Years have really flown by since we fell in love. And they've brought me new reasons to love you more and more.
You've been my lover, my friend, my pardoner, and my pal.
You've been strong when I needed you to lean on, and you've been tender when I needed you to listen and understand.
Even though I didn't always remember to tell you how much I appreciate you each day, you're still the one who makes my heart beat fast.
You're the one I want to come home to forever - the one I'll always love."
Me and Tracy's family wants to thank the following people:
Dr. Craig Clyde and his nurse Holly, at the Ogden Regional Hospital.
Dr. Randy Jensen and his staff at The Huntsman Cancer Institute, SLC.
Dr. Regina Klein and her staff at the Davis Hospital, Layton
Dr. Rogers at the Ogden Regional Cancer Center, Ogden.
I especially want to thank all the very special people from IHC Hospice, who without their help, I wouldn't have made it.
They're names are:
Dr. John Wood;
John, Sean, and Marcos, Social Workers;
Nurses, Julie Lee, Julie C., Marty, Raeanne, Raelynne, Vicky and Denise;
Aides, Amy, Tanna, Bonnie; Michael the Chaplin.
Also I want to thank RayAnn Allen for setting with Tracy when one of the family couldn't. The 4th and 10th ward Relief Society and all the other wonderful people that help take care of Tracy at the end.
I would like now to thank the Music Director of the Ben Lomand Bagpipe Band, Carrie Maxsom and her musicians; Amy Shafer, Candice Windley, Maryn Adams, Scott Seeney, Logan Warner and Shelly Robertson who will play a very special song for Tracy.
Musical Selection: "Amazing Grace"
The Ben Lomand Bagpipe Band entered the Chapel from the rear and marched down both aisles and stood at both ends of the casket and played
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear
And grace that fear relieved
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils, and snares
I have already come
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home.
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds
In a believer's ear
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds
And drives away his fear.
Must Jesus bear the cross alone
And all the world go free
No, there's a cross for everyone
And there's a cross for me.
When we've been here ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we first begun.
"Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me....
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now, I see.
They then marched back up the aisles again and went out into the hallway to wait for the casket.
Closing remarks: by Bishop Jeff Stoker:
This has been a wonderful service. On behalf of Tracy's family I would like to thank all of those that have participated and all those that have helped prepare for this beautiful service and tribute to Tracy.
I have known Tracy and Rod for several years. I have had the great privilege of being their veterinarian. Tracy has always given the best of care to all of her pets and has always been concerned for their health and well-being. It was always a pleasure talking to Tracy and taking care of her animals. Her most recent pet is Brindle. But pet is probably not the proper term to use. Brindle has been a steady companion and caregiver herself for Tracy. I remember when Brindle had her fist seizure and Tracy brought her in. She was very concerned about Brindle. We were able to control Brindle's seizures. I believe because of Brindle's seizures and Tracy's Cancer they were able to bond on even deeper levels. I've been told by several people that Brindle has been very protective of Tracy especially these past few weeks. She would growl if someone was sitting on the chair she used to get up next to Tracy. And that is where she was every time I came over to the house - laying their next to Tracy. Brindle has truly been a companion, friend and protector to Tracy.
"The one absolutely unselfish friend that a man can have in this selfish world, the one that's never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful
or treacherous, is his dog.
A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, In health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground where the wintry winds blow, And the snow drives fiercely, If only he may be near his master's side.
He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer, he will lick the sores and wounds that come in encounter with the roughness of the world.
He guards the sleep of his Pauper master as if he were a prince.
When all others friends desert, he remains.
When riches take wings and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.
If misfortune drives the master forth an outcast in the world,
Friendless And homeless, the faithful dog asks no privilege than that of accompanying him to guard against danger, to fight against his enemies.
And when the last scene of all comes, and death takes the master in it's embrace, and his body is laid away in the cold ground, no matter if all other friends pursue their way, there by the graveside will the noble dog be found, his head between his paws, his eyes sad, but open in alert watchfulness, faithful and true, even in death."
This past year the term, "It's a small world" has really hit me. I have had the great privilege of serving as Kent, Linda, Kip, Tricia and Kazden's bishop and I also have been home teaching companions with Kent. The day Kazden was blessed was the day I found out that Tracy was Kent's daughter and Tricia's sister. Linda was introducing me to everyone and when Tracy saw me she said, "I know you" and stood up and gave me a big hug. Then just the other day I found out that Toni is also Tracy's sister. I've taken care of Josh and Toni' pets too.
Tracy has been blessed with a great family and a wonderful husband that has stood by her and supported her through so many trials, but I know her family and her friends, including myself, would say we have been blessed by knowing her. She always had a smile and compassion for everyone. It has been very difficult for her family to see her go through so much and be in so much pain. We can all take comfort in knowing she is no longer in pain. And we can take comfort knowing the bond of families and love doesn't end with death. We will be able to see, talk and associate with Tracy again. Her family can be with her and her sweetheart, Rod, will be able to hold her and be by her side again. This I bear fervent testimony of this in the name of our Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen.
Benediction: Tiffany Casper
Postlude Music: Debbie Hudman
The casket was rolled out into the hallway where the Bagpipe Band marched in front of it playing soft drum taps to the Hearse outside.
Trip to cemetery:
The Bagpipe Band marched in front of casket from the hearse playing drum taps. After the closing prayer the Bagpipes again played "Amazing Grace" as they march away into the distance still playing.
Dedicatory Prayer: Bishop Robert Bishoff.
All the family and friends met back at the Harrisville 4th Ward for the family dinner served by the Relief Society.
February/December 2005 -
Well i did get through the above passings of Scott and Tracy. It was hard to do, but i had a lot of help from the new friends i have made in the Harrisville 4th ward. I was still working at Petersen's so i had some good money coming in, but the Dalton luck struck again! I was unceremonious layed off at Petersen's. Almost 17 years of service and loyalty! They told me my job was eliminated, and out the door i went. This was a sure age discrimination law suit if i wanted to pursue it, but i decided not to! I was only off work one week when i took a job as a welder with a company in Roy Utah, south of Ogden which was ½ the pay i was getting at Petersen's. This about killed me because of the hot hard work, but i didn't give up.
I tried to do as much around my house, like rocks and walkways. I promised Tracy i would take care of her little dog, ŅBrindleÓ and she is just like a little kid that needs all my attention, just like a wife!
While i was working as a welder my bad right knee got so bad i had to go to a doctor and he told me it was a wheel chair or a total knee replacement. Well i told my boss about this and again i was layed off!
I went into the hospital in October of 2006 and had a total knee replacement and wow did it hurt of a while.
After a couple of months i was as good as new. I should have had it done 10 years earlier. By now i was
approaching my 69th birthday and i decided i might as well retire and look about selling my home in Harrisville and downsize to a place that i could live on my retirement. I put up my house for sale in April and sold it on July 30 2007. I decided to buy another mobile home in an adult park in Farr West Utah which is west of Ogden and is a good place to live. I am now in the process of remolding to make it the way i want.
Well this story of my life is about over because i better close it out, at least on paper. Its time i tried to fine a publisher to print out a few books so i can send copied to my Dalton cousins.
Below is a complete, pedigree chart on my personal Dalton line, starting with my dad, Garth C. Dalton.
Generation No. 1
GARTH CARROLL DALTON was born September 19, 1917 in Circleville, Piute, Utah, and died October 03, 1974 in Ogden, Weber Utah. He married EDITH JUANITA FOX August 31, 1935 in Panguitch, Garfield Co. Utah, daughter of GEORGE FOX and IDA NAY. She was born November 24, 1917 in Circleville, Piute Utah.
Children of GARTH DALTON and EDITH FOX are:
i. RODNEY GARTH DALTON, b. April 03, 1938, Circleville, Piute Utah.
ii. SHEILA KAY DALTON, b. July 19, 1943, Ogden, Weber Utah.
iii. RUSSELL MARTIN DALTON, b. July 25, 1947, Ogden, Weber Utah.
Generation No. 2
RODNEY GARTH DALTON was born April 03, 1938 in Circleville, Piute Utah. He married (1) CAROL THOMAS May 28, 1961 in Elko, Nev, daughter of STACY THOMAS and GLADYS KIRKBRIDE. She was born March 13, 1942 in Hayward, Alamida, Calfornia. He married (2) EVELYN HORROCKS February 06, 1965 in Las Vegas, Clark, Nv, daughter of KENNETH HORROCKS and VELDA SPARROW. She was born April 16, 1948 in Ogden, Weber, Utah. He married (3) TRACY LINDSEY June 01, 1991 in Ogden, Weber Co, Utah, daughter of BOYD LINDSEY and BRENDA STODDARD. She was born December 21, 1963 in Ogden, Weber Co. Utah.
Child of RODNEY and CAROL THOMAS is:
i. SCOTT RODNEY DALTON, b. September 07, 1961, Ogden, Weber Co. Utah; d. January 10, 2003, Ogden, Weber Co. Utah.
Child of RODNEY and EVELYN HORROCKS is:
ii. KRISTINA LOUISE DALTON, b. May 01, 1972, Ogden, Weber Co. Utah.
SHEILA KAY DALTON was born July 19, 1943 in Ogden, Weber Utah. She married WAYNE GERRARD August 26, 1966 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah.
Children of SHEILA DALTON and WAYNE GERRARD are:
i. MICHAEL WAYNE GERRARD, b. September 26, 1967, Ogden, Weber Utah.
ii. JULIE KAY GERRARD, b. October 17, 1972.
iii. SHERRI ANNE GERRARD, b. July 03, 1975, Ogden, Weber, Utah; m. JOHN FADRE, May 18, 1996, Ogden, Weber Utah.
RUSSELL MARTIN DALTON was born July 25, 1947 in Ogden, Weber Utah. He married VICKY JEANNE BRANZ October 15 in Ogden, Weber Utah.
Children of RUSSELL DALTON and VICKY BRANZ are:
i. MICHELLE MARIE DALTON, b. March 16, 1968, Ogden, Weber Utah.
ii. KAMMI JO DALTON, b. April 02, 1970, Ogden, Weber Utah; m. ROD ANDRUS, September 07, 1991, Ogden, Weber, Utah.
Generation No. 3
28- SCOTT RODNEY DALTON was born September 07, 1961 in Ogden, Weber Co. Utah, and died January 10, 2003 in Ogden, Weber Co. Utah. He married (1) JANA FARLEY December 21, 1979 in Ogden, Weber Utah. He married (2) CONNIE LYNN ROHWER February 10, 1988 in Ogden, Weber Utah. He married (3) KIMBERLY MARTINIZ 1990 in Ogden, Weber Utah. He married (4) BRENDA MAE KINGHORN March 07, 1995 in Ogden, Weber Utah.
Child of SCOTT DALTON and JANA FARLEY is:
i. JASON SCOTT DALTON-WELCH, b. May 03, 1980, Ogden, Weber Utah.
Child of SCOTT DALTON and CONNIE ROHWER is:
ii. ANDREA LEE DALTON, b. February 10, 1988.
KRISTINA LOUISE DALTON was born May 01, 1972 in Ogden, Weber Co. Utah. She married (1) ART DOWDY January 14, 1992 in Ogden, Weber Utah. She married (2) KEVIN DEAN September 03, 2000 in Coeur d' Alene, Idaho.
Child of KRISTINA DALTON and ART DOWDY is:
i. ASHLEY DARA DOWDY, b. October 21, 1991, Ogden, Weber Utah.
Child of KRISTINA DALTON and KEVIN DEAN is:
ii. KADEN FORSMAN DALTON-DEAN, b. June 11, 2003, Layton, Davis Co. Utah.
MICHAEL WAYNE GERRARD was born September 26, 1967 in Ogden, Weber Utah. He married (1) APRIL WILSON May 30, 1992 in Fruit Heights, Davis Utah. He married (2) LAURAL BEST February 05, 1994 in Ogden, Weber Utah.
Child of MICHAEL GERRARD and APRIL WILSON is:
i. KATRENIA DANIELL GERRARD, b. December 03, 1992.
MICHELLE MARIE DALTON was born March 16, 1968 in Ogden, Weber Utah. She married DOUGLAS OLMSTED June 22, 1991 in Ogden, Weber Utah.
Child of MICHELLE DALTON and DOUGLAS OLMSTED is:
i. BENJAMAN TYLER OLMSTED, b. October 29, 1998.
Generation No. 4
29- JASON SCOTT WELCH (Dalton) was born May 03, 1980 in Ogden, Weber Utah.
Child of JASON SCOTT DALTON-WELCH is:
i. GAIGE SCOTT DALTON WELCH, b. January 30, 2000.
ii. MASON DALTON-WELCH, b. 2003.
Generation No. 5
30- GAIGE SCOTT WELCH (Dalton)
Note that my great-grandson, Gaige Scott Welch (Dalton) is generation number 30 and thats about 900 years of Dalton history.
Next are some pictures of the Dalton family in Ogden Utah
Garth C. Dalton's Funeral Services card
Garth Carrell Dalton Obituary – Ogden Standard Examiner
Garth C. Dalton
Garth C. Dalton driving his locomotive in the Ogden Railroad yards
Edith Dalton 80th birthday announcement in the Ogden Standard Examiner
This is the Broom Hotel that stood on the corner of 25th & Washington Blvd. Garth Dalton rented a room here when he first come to Ogden to work.
Christmas at grandma's house in 2003
Thanksgiving dinner at hotel in 2003
ŅBrindleÓ Rod and Tracy's dog for a lot of years
To the left on this map is the main road that was used before the new road (No. 2) was built
Tracy Lindsey – Dance class 18 years old – Yep! I married her 8 years later
The Circleville theater that Rod went to the movies when he was on summer vacation
Rod and Carol Dalton on wedding day c. 1960
Rod's 1956 Chev. Race car before paint
Rodney standing in front of old abandon cabin in Circleville Utah
ThatÕs me coaching third base at the World Series of Soft ball in Iowa
Rods first car – A 1949 red Ford convertible!
RODNEY DALTONÕS 2ND GRADE REPORT CARD.
Rod Dalton painting satellite dishes at Kremco in Ogden Utah c. 1984
Rods second car – 1950 Ford convertible
Scott – Rodney Dalton's son with Carol Thomas c. 2003
Scott and his dad!
Jason Scott Welch – (Dalton) RodneyÕs grandson
Kristi Dalton and her dad!
Kristi Dalton Dean and her daughter Ashley with their very large dog
Tracy's family- From left; Toni, Tracy, Rodney, Mike, Terri, Trisha, Brenda, Travis, Tyler, and Ashley
Tracy Dalton and her mother at wedding – June 1st 1991
Tracy and her three kids! Ashley, Kazden and Brindle
Tracy and her friend at home c. 2004
My favorite picture – Tracy and her best friend ŅBrindleÓ c. 2004
Kaden Dean baby picture – Rods grandson
Rod and Tracy's new home in Harrisville Utah c,2004
Rod and Tracy's wedding with Tracy's Dad and step-mother Linda June - 1st. 1991
Waiting for Tracy at our wedding – June 1991
Russell, Sheila, Rodney, Edith and Garth Dalton at Russell's wedding
Funeral Service Card for Scott Thomas Welch (Dalton)
Garth C. Dalton's discharge paper from the CCC c.1935
Rod and his buddy Dell at the old Salt Palace with the trophy won for Rod's custom car
Rods custom 1977 GMC truck
Rods first custom car was a 1949 Ford convertible
Kristi, Rodney and Evelyn c. 1974
The Dean Family – Kaden, Kevin, Kristi, Jesse & Ashley
Rods 1956 Chev. Custom race car before paint c. 1967 – Photo taken in SLC
SMILE!! were about done
Andrea, Jason and grandpa Rod c.2005
Kristi (Dalton) Dean at grandma Dalton house
Little Kristi when she was about 2 years of age
Baby Ashley at grandpa Rods house c. about 2 years of age
Ashley Dowdy (Dalton Dean) 15 years of age
Tracy and her Eagle sports car
Tracy's 2000 Red Mustang sport car – Bought after she wreaked her Eagle
Rod at grave site in the Althorest Cemetery in Ogden, Utah, Memorial Day 2005
The Dalton Family grave site in Ogden Utah
The Dalton headstone
ŅBrindleÓ on a visit c. 2006
Headstone of Scott Thomas Welch (Scott Rodney Dalton) c. 2003