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Allen Taylor (1876-1959) & Lula May Jameson(1882-1987)
Allen Taylor (1876-1959) & Lula May Jameson(1882-1987)

By Lula May Jameson Taylor

I was born in Milford, Beaver county, Utah on July 25, 1882. I was the sixth of eleven children born to my parents.

My father Hyrum Smith Jameson was born in Boneville, Missouri. He crossed the plains age of six. His mother Rhoda Marie Foy died on the trip and was buried on the plains. His father Charles Jameson stayed in Missouri to dispose of his property so he settled in Provo with one brother and one sister. During this time, about 1898, they were in very destitute circumstances. Brigham Young told them to go down the river and gather sugar from the trees. They gathered as much as a hundred pounds in one day.

At the age of 17 my father stood guard in the Provo Canyon against the Indians. He was also in the Black Hawk and Walker war. He had a lot of narrow escapes while carrying the mail as a pony express rider. Later he moved from Provo to Minersville where he met is wife. Then he moved to Beaver where he lived for a while.

In 1887 the family moved to what was called Rabbit Valley, which is now known as Loa. It was mostly a valley of sage brush, rabbits and Indians. Our first house was a dirt roofed, log home built on the bank of the Dirty Devil River, now known as the Fremont River. It was two blocks north of the Webster farm. The only white people there the were the McClellans, Blackburns, Lazebys and Goofs. Their homes were along the creek, now known as Spring Creek. The settlers relied on the creek for their water needs. In those days there were very few fences. The house farthest to the west was J. Hugh Blackburn It stood south of the new school house. Our first school house was a long, one room, log building with a fire place. It had dirt roof and the benches were made of rough lumber.

Our social life was dancing and parties at each others homes. We all went in one group and had good times together. At some parties we had fun making molasses candy. As a child I went to the children dances barefooted. When I did get shoes they were heavy. We didn't have slippers or silk hose.

Our bread was all salt rising bread. Once in awhile we had baking powder biscuits.As a youngster I worked at a dairy. I milked twenty cows morning and night. I also worked for 50- cents a day scrubbing floors and washing clothes by hand, to help care for family. On February 26 1898 my mother died. She had been confined to a bed. There were no doctors around at that time to help her in her weakened condition. My sister Emma took the baby of the family and went to live with our sister Rhoda's for a while. I being the oldest at the home at the age of sixteen, remained at home and took care of the rest of my younger brothers and sisters. There were many weary sad days, trying our best, in our humble condition to take care of them.

At the age of nineteen on May 1901 I married Allen Taylor. The ceremony was performed in the Manti Temple by President McAlaster. The trip took two days by buggy.

It was hard to make a living on a sheepherders wages so I helped out any way I could. I took in washing and sewing and at times went out to help someone with their house cleaning. I also helped those who were ill.

After our oldest boy died of meningitis and our oldest girl died at six months we were only left with our two sons Lawrence and Wendell. This allowed me time to spend with my husband and two boys up sheep herding on Bolder Mountain. I and the two boys rode up on a two wheel cart. Some places on the trail we had to lift one wheel at times between trees. While herding Allen and I each took one boy behind us on horse back. I was the first woman on top of Bolder Mountain.

After our children got a little older we spent the summer up on the top mountain herding sheep. My husband would load the buggy with camping gear and I would hitch up the team and drive it to where he told me to. Then he would come and set up camp. We enjoyed ourselves very much. I would drive back to town every few days to do the laundry and get supplies. Once we took Stanley up there when he was only one month old. He would lie in bed and the wind blew the tent flaps open, fanning the dirt into his eyes.

We had a large family of fourteen children. They were ; Lyman, 20 Mar 1902,Clear creek, Utah; Lawrence, 11 Jan 1904, Loa, Utah; Wendall, 3 Oct 1905, Loa Utah; Elva, 26 Apr 1907, Loa Utah; Laura May, 1 Jun 1909, Loa Utah; Afton, 13 Fed 1911, Loa Utah; Arvel J, 14 Sept 1912,Loa Utah; Mildred, 14 Jun 1914, Loa Utah; Richard, 22 Apr 1916, Loa Utah; Stanley, 22 May 1918, Loa Utah; Cassell, 11 Mar 1920, Loa Utah; Lowell J, 21 Oct 1921, Loa Utah; Myrl, 19 Apr 1923, Loa Utah; Winona, 16 Dec 1924, Loa Utah.

I held many positions in the church. I served as a Primary Teacher and in the Relief Society. I was also a Magazine Agent.

Since Allen was away from home most of the time herding sheep, the care of the family was left up to me. I used to play games with them such as hide and seek, run sheep run and steel sticks and balls. Most of my time was spent taking care of the children and performing other wifely duties.

One year on Easter a bunch of us got together and went out eastering. I was riding in a rubber tired wagon on a spring seat with Ella. Afton and his wife were sitting on the seat in front of us. The front wheel of the wagon hit a rock. It gave us a jolt and I broke the side board as I fell out of the wagon. Lowell being just a little fellow, put his hand on the wound and said" Mama your head is bleeding. " My arm never healed quite right and it hurt me the rest of my life.

I was hurt again one day while I was hurrying to get ready for conference. The bathroom was right next to the basement door in the home we had moved into. I opened the basement door, thinking it was the bathroom. I fell twelve steps cutting a gash in one side of my forehead and on the other side I had a big bruise. It took fifteen stitches to close the gash and the bruise had to be punctured to let blood out. I don't know how I got up those stairs but I staggered to the kitchen door and called Lowell. He lived in the home next to us that was owned by Arvel. I must have passed out, for when I came to I was laying on the couch and Arvel was wiping the blood from my face. They took me to Salina where they had me fixed up. My eyes were both swollen shut and my face was black and blue, clear down to my neck. I have had some hard knocks in my life and all of them on my head.

My husband died on March 30, 1959 at the age of eighty two. He was buried in the Loa cemetery.

The following are tributes to Lula Jameson Taylor by; Her great grandson Gary Wendell Scow:

I seen my great grandmother a few times but I really got to know her through letters. While I was on my mission in Florida she wrote faithfully for two years. She was always encouraging me and praying for us missionaries. Each letter seemed to be a great sacrifice for her. She broken her arm earlier in her life and it gave her great pain when she wrote letters.

She died on November 19, 1987 at the age of 105 years old. She was one of southern Utah's oldest residents.

She was always an active person and had pretty good health up to within two years of her death. she did a lot of quilting and would walk one mile round trip, to the post office each day.

Allen Taylor's Missionary Journal

 

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