Thursday, February 15, 2018

Various Photos From The Alice Peel Hafen Collection (She always told us to put the names and dates on the back) Oops, She forgot her own advice


These were all very small photos and didn't scan well. 



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Johnnie Becker, Ches Madsen, Alice Peel, Neil Hafen, Ada Wright, Louise Hutchisen 

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Saturday, February 3, 2018

Valentine Postcards from the Maggie Ericksen Peel Album

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Tuesday, January 23, 2018

1922 Long Beach earthquake. Letter to Alice from Grandmother Whilhelmina Morrison Ericksen




Alice had gone to Los Angeles, California to work as a nanny for a Mrs. Frame.  It was her first time away from home of any great length.  Then a terrible earthquake hit on March 10,  1933.  It was a shocker not only for Alice but it it killed 115 people and caused millions of dollars in damage .
The following is a letter sent to Alice from her Grandmother Wilhelmina Morrison Ericksen.  It is full of the spiritual strength and encouragement that Alice needed at that time.    I have transcribed to letter below these copies.  


Mt. Pleasant Apr 16, /33



Dear Granddaughter Alice,  I guess you will be somewhat surprised to get a letter from me , and while I am not in the mood for writing the last while I have thought much about you all during the terrible experience you have had to endure during your short while in California and the terrible shock that has come to us all since you left us.  How little we know what the future has in store for us, or what one day from another will bring .  How necessary it is to live near the Lord that we may be prepared to meet what ever comes and ask the Lord to help us with strength and fortitude to bear our grief and sorrow in all humility. for he alone can and is the only source to look to for solace.  We mus

}t put our trust in him and live as he has planned for us in order to enjoy his blessings.



I have thought so much of you so far from home and among stranger it is an experience you will never forget, but remember you are not forgotten for my prayers ascend daily for your welfare as all others in like condition.  The lord is ever ready to bless and sustain those in trouble and weakness.  I am sure you have suffered through it all  but when ones nerves give away, it is worse than pain.  I can feel for you as I have had similar conditions in the past with weak nerves.  Don't let that worry you although I know how hard it is to fight it off.



Margaret and Lon  or Mr. Child (her friend) as Willa Rae calls him, he asked her the other day if she remembered him. "Yes of course,  who am I?" "Margaret's friend " was his reply .



Have been home the past three days spending th U. vication, returns this p.m. train, so I am sure the folks have enjoyed their visit  although as usual she has been busy, made herself a new dress and Lon has engaged himself doing a little work which I am sure will be appreciated by all .  He has moved the barn and carried the light out to the yard now.  Don't you think that  will be nice for the folks as well as for the animals.



Well my paper is filling up and I don't know whether I am telling you anything you don't know.  This is Easter.  Gladys had to go to Fairview with Harry to attend Sunday School Convention being held there today.  She only had to stay till noon so Chesley and I had the children. He went up at noon and brought her home.  This afternoon they are out with all the little folk for a picnic. Kent, Willa Rae, Grand, Marjorie and Naoma, Maryland included as Mrs. Jacobsen has gon to Provo to attend the wedding of Ralph (What do you know?) Barbara was tieh the Dredge bunch.



Well now about myself,  As you no doubt heard I was coughing with the other kids.  Poor things, I don't know how they ever pull through.  It certainly worked a hardship on me.  I am glad to say that I am now improving, but it has left me feeling weak at times.  I am hardly keep up.  I must rest part of the dya in order to keep able to help a little.



Grandpa complains a great deal, came home today from Sunday School quite sick.  Uncle Chesley is not very well either, but glad he got over a spell we feared might be scarlet fever, but as he had it when a child, it did not prove to be so.  He is working in the garden every day now fixing things nice.  The storm is getting up and clouding .  I guess we will have another storm.  It is so dry and dirty now.  Had a letter from Canada the other day.  They had snow and wind  aplenty as well, so cold and in some parts 4 1/2 feet of Snow.



Well dear Alice before I forget I want to thank you for the beautiful dress pattern you sent me.  Hope I can do something nice for you some day and do try to keep up good will while you are there and tell the girls from there I think of them all and hope they will enjoy their stay in California, but good old Utah for me.  Now be good to yourself and build up your nerves.  I can feel for you.  And thank Mrs. Frame for her kindness to you.  Helping you over your sad moments when you we so bad.  We all sorrow and mourn our loss.  It seems terrible  but must make the best of life.  Sterling and the kids are living at home now, what a change for them.  May the Lord bless you and give you strength to keep up.  With much love and every blessing attend you.  Affectionately, Grandma Ericksen.

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Eleanor Augusta Dehlin Erickson ~ Christmas Memories ~~~ Contributed By Kristi Guerrette




 I remember Grandma's Swedish pancakes ---how one of them completely filled her big iron skillet. Mom never made this kind of pancakes so they were a real treat to us. Two more of her specialties were her Christmas cakes and puddings. On a planned day in the fall she would walk across the street to our house, hair freshly done up in a bun, a clean apron covering her house dress, ready to put the holiday goodies together. Each one usually took the better part of one day. 

After she died, Mom continued on alone. It had become a family tradition. Those cakes and puddings were the very best in the world. I have never tasted any that were any better. We kids would often go over to her place to take milk or fresh butter, or freshly baked bread or the mail and she would often ask us to stay and eat with them. We were shy and would usually say 'No, we were not hungry', then Grandpa would grin and reply, "Any day I'd rather feed a man who admits he's hungry than one who says he isn't. The one who says he isn't hungry always eats the most."

 Grandma was an avid reader. She would read by the hour while Grandpa was working in the garden and the yard. He always arose about four or five each morning in the summer time, and then by seven at night, although it was still very light outside, he would be in bed. Grandma would sit up until late every night reading, doing some handwork and listening to the ten o'clock news, and then she'd sleep until ten the next morning. She had cataracts on both eyes, had surgery to have them removed and suffered a great deal from this. But the suffering didn't disturb her as much as the fact that she could no longer read with ease. For much of the time she had to be content with just listening to the news on the radio. Sometimes she struggled to read with a big round magnifying glass. 

Her beloved Etudes (music magazines) would sit stacked up in the front room on a chair or on top of her music cabinet and gather dust --- magazines she had spent so many hours pouring through when her sight was better. She had some sort of infection, probably sinus, that caused her severe headaches. She couldn't tolerate cold air and remained inside the house a good deal, especially in the winter time. This was in the last years of her life. 

It was very hard for Grandma when Grandpa had his stroke. It happened in July of 1939. He and Grandma had just finished entertaining their Johansen friends from Cardston area, and had sung several duets for them. The company had barely left when Grandpa began acting very strange and was forced to lie down on the living-room couch. The doctor was called and we were told he had suffered a stroke. Weeks later he got so he could walk over to our place but his left side never fully recovered. His leg dragged, his arm was unsteady, and his face, mostly his eye, was affected. Suddenly, after years of being waited on by her husband, Grandma now found the tables turned. It was now necessary for her to do the "waiting" on him. We always thought Grandma would be the first to go because she had had so many health problems over the years. 

By Christmas time he was completely bed-ridden and finally passed away on the 24th of January 1940. 

Grandma had been so involved in helping Mom take care of him she was heard to say at his passing,"I hope the Lord will take me fast when it is time for me to go. I don't want to linger and have to have loved ones wait on me day and night. I don't want to be a burden on anyone." She was given her wish. One afternoon that fall she went to her garden to gather potatoes for her dinner. She was carrying them in her apron. As she walked up her stairs to the back door, she suddenly fell forward. Gen, who lived in the other part of her house, and a neighbor, John Kimball, carried her into the house and she was pronounced dead by the doctor when he arrived shortly afterwards. In death she looked so beautiful and peaceful, just like she was sleeping.

Monday, December 4, 2017

Utah's First Christmas ~ from the Alice Hafen Collection


......taken from the Salt Lake Tribune Home Magazine
December 25th 1969




Thursday, November 16, 2017

Various Photos,

Front Row L to R:  Soren M. Nielsen, John Seely,  Don Nielsen,  Floss Nielsen, Linda Seely, 
Back:  Lou Seely, Carol Nielsen, Don Nielsen?, Nielsen
Airbase Runway, circa 1960
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Mary Napier Rowe 
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Emil Hafen
Son of Lizetta Ott Hafen 
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Clarence Barton, Arthur Mills, Jess Ivie
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The General Superintendency of the Deseret
Sunday School Union  1901 
Lorenzo Snow, Joseph A. Tanner, George Reynolds 
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(On the back it says "Sheepherders camp in the early days"
May be Early Hunter's Camp