I was born to Gottfred Weyerman and Olena Hoth in a lovely country community by the name of Greenville just four miles east and north of Logan, Utah, the place later being named North Logan. The date of my birth was August 8, 1907. My family were happy to have me in their home even though I was the eighth child to bless their home.
I was named, and received a blessing at the hands of my father, Gottfred Weyerman, in August of the same year being named Ida. I was named after my father’s only sister, Ida.
I feel sure I was welcome as I came into this family, as those who followed after me were most welcome and loved. Our home was a two story frame house built by my father. Father had attended school but a few weeks in his life, yet he could do most anything. He studied the gospel and taught it to his family. He could play almost any instrument and sing beautifully. We enjoyed gathering round the old family organ with father playing and leading us in singing the songs of Zion and also songs of the day. Mother too would join in when she had time.
I enjoyed good health as a child, and grew almost too fast for my own good. Living on a farm I enjoyed the out-of-door life, the farm animals and many good times with our family, as we had a nice farm house and trees, lawn, and flowers. Our home was almost at the mouth of Green Canyon where we went to get our wood for fuel, we also enjoyed many trips to the canyon for wild fruit, service berries, and others. We also loved to go there picking wild flowers, and for our Easter parties as small children. As we grew older we enjoyed long walks and mountain climbing. Being in a large family, there was much to do, and I was given daily responsibility while very young. We were taught to care for our own clothes and room. My mother being a good housekeeper, taught us to do our work well.
There was no linoleum or rugs on our floors except rugs my mother made. They were lovely and made the house look very homey.
As we grew older our responsibilities were more. As there were three girls at home, the work was assigned to each one. One week it was my duty to clean and keep the house in order, the next week to get the meals for the family, then the family wash and ironing, the bread making, and all. We were taught very young.
My mother has given fifteen spirits the privilege of coming to this earth and receiving bodies, losing six in infancy & nine of us still live - this being the year 1942, November. So you see we had to learn to give and take, learning to love each other, and get along on a very meager amount at times.
I remember very clearly one Christmas as a young child waking up to find my old tin-headed doll with a new dress on in bed with me; she had come up missing some time before, and I was indeed happy to have her back. Getting dressed and going with the rest of the children to the Christmas tree, we found what Santa had left for us - we each found candy and nuts and an orange in our stockings which we had hung the night before. I also found a dress my mother had made over from one someone had given her. We were very happy and thankful for the things we received and spent a very enjoyable day. Oh yes! The tree was a cedar tree the boys had brought in from the hills which we had trimmed with pop corn and straw chains; one of the prettiest trees I have ever seen. In the afternoon all the children of the ward were invited to a dance and party at the ward house - the dance being given by the ward Sunday school. I wore a lovely dress my mother had made for me, and together with the other children went to the party. We were taught little folk dances and games. Every child was on the floor having a grand time, when at last we were led in a grand march to the front door of the church, where Santa was waiting with baskets and baskets of candy and nuts - giving each child a bag, and biding us goodbye until another year. He asked us to each be good boys and girls, and do the things our mother’s and father’s wanted us to do. Oh! how happy we were!
My father was a convert to the church. Yes, he was born in the old world, in Switzerland. His mother, upon hearing the gospel there by humble missionaries, came to Zion with her three living children, my father being the oldest was sixteen years old. When he was twenty-one he returned to his homeland as a missionary.
He was very earnest in teaching his family the gospel, and taking us to Sunday school and meeting. While yet very young, I was taught to prepare for the Sabbath day during the week - mending and pressing my clothes, shining my shoes or whatever needed doing, that we might appear well. Our clothes were not the best; but were always neat and clean. Mother saw to it that there was food prepared on Saturday for the Sabbath day that we might have a day of rest from all our labors.
I remember in the winter time my older brothers would make long tunnels of snow, hollow them out and we would ride through them on our sled. Winter time was truly fun time, with apples, popcorn balls, singing, and games. We even had walnuts and hazel nuts off our own place. Father was always trying to raise new things or grafting one fruit tree to another.
Summer time was always a very busy time as we had all kinds of fruit; currants, berries, cherries, peaches, apples, and garden vegetables to pick and get ready for sale. The days we were not picking for ourselves we would be helping at the neighbor’s to earn a bit of money to buy our clothes.
Early spring we would take our lunch and go to the foothills to pick flowers; buttercups, wild violet, blue bells, and with our lunch we would eat sago bulbs which were very tasty.
My first grade teacher in school was Grace Patterson, a young lady from our own ward. My last teacher was Myrtle Nebecker. She and her sister came to North Logan as school teachers and taught there for many years. I was fourteen when I finished the eighth grade. My teacher Miss Nebecker wanted to help me through high school. They wanted me to live with them and work for them in exchange for board and room. But, Father felt that I had enough schooling and I was sent out to find whatever work I could to make my way through life. My father never gave me money for any reason after I was eleven years of age, but I was called on to give of my earnings to help the family.
I was baptized in the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on September 19, 1915 at North Logan, Utah in a ditch of water running near our place, by Fredrick Gilgen, then a member of the Bishopric. I was surely disappointed for I had anticipated being baptized in the temple, but due to a fire that had done a great deal of damage, and would take so long to repair it, my Father felt it best not to wait. Father confirmed me a member of the church the following day, it being the Sabbath day.
As a small child, I attended religion classes and Primary which I remember with much joy. We were taught the gospel together with character building lessons, mixed with enough fun to keep us eager for the next meeting day to come.
One of my Primary teachers, Sister Rose Nyman was my ideal as a child, and I still think of her as a wonderful woman. Now she is an officiator in the Logan Temple & whenever I go to the Logan temple I watch for her, and I am very disappointed if I do not get to see her.
When I was twelve years old, my mother told us girls we were to have a new baby in our home, but not for several months. It seemed that Mother was never well during those months of pregnancy. She was under the doctor’s care all the time. The doctor knew that things were not as they should be. It was her fifteen child and the doctor felt she would lose her life at childbirth.
I remember Mother directing the work, but doing very little for months, she was trying to prepare us for what was ahead of us without a mother. One night she called us all around her, asking us to pray for her in our secret prayers every day that she might live to raise her family, for she knew how badly we needed her at that time of our lives. I remember praying that night that she might live, and if it were necessary that one of them be taken, that the Lord would take the baby. At the baby’s birth, Mother had a normal case; but the doctor didn’t expect the baby to live through the night. He lived three weeks and died of heart trouble. That was Mother’s last baby, and she felt the loss of it keenly, I shall never forget how I thanked the Lord for saving my dear mother; but how it hurt to give up our sweet little baby brother. Mother let us help take care of him and how we loved him.
When I was a girl, we had to be fourteen before we could become a Beehive girl. I was very anxious for my fourteenth birthday to come, for at that time our stake was building a summer camp for the girls in the beautiful Logan Canyon. The camp was finished the summer I was thirteen years of age. I remember walking from our home to the camp, seven miles, to see President Grant for the first time in my life. He came to dedicate the camp and grounds. I was so thrilled to see him and hear him talk, I felt repaid for my long walk.
When I became a Beehive girl, I was fortunate in having the privilege of going to the camp for one week. The lovely time we had at camp has always stood out in my mind as something very special.
As a Beehive girl, I filled and received my credits to The Keeper of Bees. After that time I was away from home most of the time. I started at the age of eleven working out for other people to help get the things that were needed for such a large family.
My Father’s health being poorly, and our farm very small - nine and one half acres - we had to start on our own at a very early period in life. I stayed away from home for two years going to grade school, and working for board and room and $1.50 a week, which bought my clothes.
I remember working at one place for $2.50 a week. I worked until I had earned and bought my winter’s clothing, including a lovely coat and muff. I was really dressed up for the first time in my life. I had $5.00 left over, and on my way home I lost the $5.00 bill. As a child I remember nothing hurting me more. I was really having trouble. I was surely glad my tithing was paid out of it, I was at least out of debt to the Lord.
At the age of fifteen I received my blessing by Patriarch William Hyde of Logan, Utah. I will neither take time nor space to copy it here; but through my life it has been a great comfort and blessing to me, and as time goes on I can see it being fulfilled.
As a young woman I wanted so much to become a nurse. I knew I could get no financial help from home. I located work at the Budge Hospital in Logan, Utah as a cook for the patients. I hoped to earn and save enough money to keep myself through training. I was making $40.00 per month and in about one year I had saved $120 in the bank. I felt that $150.00 would see me through the three years of training. I had nearly reached my goal, when we had a misfortune come in our home, and father needed my savings; leaving me to start all over again. I was glad to be able to help in this time of need. Shortly after that time I had an appendicitis operation which cost about $175.00. It took some time for me to save and pay for that. I often found myself going without things I really needed. It seemed that one thing followed the other until my dreams of being a nurse were lost.
I had paid an honest tithing, paid my own way, worked hard, saved, gone without; but still I could not have the thing I wanted most in life. I felt that the Lord could have taken a hand, for I had prayed from my childhood for guidance in all that I did. Blaming the Lord I became bitter, quit paying tithing, went to church when I could not find other places to go. I used my tithing money to buy much needed clothing for myself. I went on like this for three months and at the end of the fourth month when I received my check, I just couldn’t spend that money for I knew it wasn’t mine. It was on my mind constantly, until I got on my knees, and asked my Heavenly Father to give me strength to do what was right. The next day being Sunday, I took my back tithing and went to church. After church I gave it to the Bishop who had been just like a father to me. He took the money and held my hand, looking at me with tears in his eyes. All he said was, “I knew you would bring it.” It was Bishop Benson in the fourth ward of Logan, Utah.
That also reminds me of my father, as I worked for him when I was home, and helped with anything that needed doing on the farm. As I worked with him and saw his determined effort to live the gospel through all odds, it gave me faith and courage.
I recall one time being asked to talk in church. I felt very backward in doing so, and asked my folks for help in preparing a talk. Father said he would rather I would do it alone, while Mother thought he should help me. He was determined and said, “Let her alone.” She said she would do it, and she will do it well. I just couldn’t fail.
Those things have stood out in my life as something to tie to - just to know that people I looked up to had faith in me & thought I could and would do the right thing. Even now when the problems of life come before me, I think of my Father and Bishop Benson and others who have had faith in me, and it still gives me courage to face life.
I was seventeen years old when I had my first date. I just didn’t have time to live a normal life with good times, parties, and dates. For nearly four years I guess I tried to make up for lost time. I was eighteen when I bought my first formal, and went to a very formal party in the Hotel Eccles in Logan given by the Doctor’s staff. It was a wonderful evening and I had a lovely time. Those four years were filled with parties, dances, and memories that will live forever in my mind.
I would like to take the time and space to write of a few experiences worthy of remembering. As a girl of eighteen I was coming home from a dance one Saturday night. In crossing the street I was struck with a car on the inner side of my left leg. The flesh was badly bruised, swollen and dark before I could get to the hospital where I was employed. The doctor, thinking it to be just a bad bruise, had me go to the home of my sister, instructing me to walk all I could each day so the muscle in my leg would not shrink. As the days went on, my leg became worse, turning black from the toes to and above my knee.
A friend took me in to see the doctor. He told me my leg would have to be taken off at least at the knee. The operation was to be the next morning at 7:00 A.M. I had the faith and prayers of my loved ones in my behalf and spent the night in prayer to my Heavenly Father. As I was taken to the operation room I refused to take ether, just wanted a local, so I could see whatever should happen to my leg. It was decided to open my leg where the car had hit it, clean it out and amputate my leg later on if it proved necessary. About one quart of pus and blood clots were removed from my leg, relieving the pressure. I was able to walk from the operating room to my bed, down two flights of stairs. The wound was left open to drain and in a few days I was out walking around, feeling that the Lord had truly answered our prayers.
Whenever going out with a boy friend or in a group, I would have my secret prayers, asking for the Lord’s protection, for strength to resist temptation, to keep my standards high, that I may live the clean life, and be a credit to my family. I feel that prayers were a great protection to me. In my courtship years I prayed that the Lord would help me in choosing a life companion, that I should know when I had met the right man to be my companion for time and all eternity. I could not think of marriage outside the temple.
It was in mid-winter in 1926, that I went with a girl friend to a mutual dance as she was serving at a refreshment table for the evening and didn’t care to go alone. It was at that dance I met the man who became my husband.
Our meeting was very different from any other I had experienced, we both felt a nearness or a kinship not experienced in a casual acquaintance. He asked that he might come to see me, and our friendship grew into a love that was sealed in marriage in the Logan Temple, August 3, 1927 to Percy Hawkes son of Sarah Ann Smart and Joshua Hawkes. His mother was an officiator in the temple at the time of our marriage and was for seventeen years.
Percy and I were married August 3, 1927 in the house of the Lord at Logan, Utah with Joseph R. Shepard performing the marriage. Percy’s mother and my mother were with us. My Father and Mother had taught me of the beauties of a temple marriage; but I am sure that I was thrilled beyond anything I had expected. After this most wonderful experience of getting married in the temple, Mother Hawkes and Effie had prepared our wedding dinner at Effie’s home so we were taken there, to find at least one hundred guests, all so happy and wishing us well. After the lovely dinner - gifts were presented, enough things to set up house keeping.
Our wedding night was spent at Mother Hawkes’ home in Logan, Utah. The following day a group of my girl friends gave us a shower, presenting us with a lovely silk bed spread, a linen table cloth, and napkins. We spent about three days visiting friends and saying good-bye for our home was to be at Drummond, Idaho.
About the fourth day we packed all the lovely things that had been given us, together with our personal things into our model T Ford. We started for home, a new home to me, for I had never seen the country to which I was going, leaving all my friends and loved ones and going into a new country and a new life, but with the man of my choice and one who I loved very dearly. Our home in Drummond was 210 miles from Logan, so with our old car the day was well spent by the time we arrived home. Our home was a two room log house built by Percy’s father about thirty years before when they homesteaded the land. The well on the place was the first well in the country and all who traveled by stopped to water their horses at the well.
As we entered the house, instead of pressing a button to turn on the light as I had been in the habit of doing, we lit a coil oil lamp setting on a homemade table in one corner of the one room that had been lived in, with the other room serving as a shop. It being late, we fixed a light lunch and retired for the night.
The house was built of hewn logs with the cracks filled with mud. The inside had been covered with building paper just tacked on, the floor was of six inch boards, and had shrunk until a case knife would slide between the cracks, so that by the time you had swept the floor you needed no dustpan.
As we did not intend living there in the winter we did not change things very much, except to hang curtains at the window, pictures on the wall, a bed spread on the bed, putting on a table cloth, and a few home made rugs on the floor that my mother and grandmother had made for me. It was home and we were happy. That was all that really mattered.
We had a set of metal stove irons we heated on the stove to do the ironing of our clothes. After using one for a while it would become too cool, so another hot one was taken from the stove with the detachable handle and put in use until it cooled, etc. We had a sheep camp stove that was set up on a box. The oven was about 10X14 inches. I baked bread, cakes, pies, and roasted meat or whatever we wanted. In fact, that is what I had to cook on for the harvest hands. It was the only source of heating the house. Later on we did get a kitchen range.
I remember one winter, I took a correspondence course in nursing. I had to get up 1 ½ hours before the family so I could study. I would make a fire in the stove and take a sponge bath in cold water. That was part of the course, then I would study for an hour.
Our source of water was a well about 50 feet from the house. It was cold and pure water. We hung buckets of milk, cream, & butter, on ropes, letting them down into the water, keeping them cold and fresh. We pumped and carried water for all our house hold needs, also for all the livestock. We had an outdoor toilet and took our bath in the wash tub on the kitchen floor.
In September the harvest was on. As a child I had lived on a very small farm in North Logan raising small fruits and vegetables for market, also having about ten cows. At the age of sixteen I left home and went to work in town living in the city until I married. I am sure I couldn’t or didn’t appreciate the beauties of the rolling grain fields as did my husband for he loved them with all his heart. He had come to that home as a child of four and had spent most of the summers of his life in this country, so everything was just a part of him. He had spent summers there with his father whom he lost in death when he was just sixteen years of age. His friends and good times of youth were here.
The harvest brought much work, as the grain was cut with a binder, shocked and when ripe and dry was harvested and thrashed with Hans Neilsen’s thrasher. About six teams and racks were hired to do the job with the machine crew, and in all there were about ten men to cook for. We had one hundred sixty acres of grain, so as I remember, we were about ten days or two weeks thrashing. About the next year Acy, Percy’s brother, bought a combine harvester taking only three men to operate it; thus harvesting was made much simpler. When harvesting was over there was fall grain to plant and getting things ready to leave for the winter.
We had a lovely crop and good prices. Percy was renting the land from his mother, so one third of it was hers, which was eleven hundred dollars that year. Our share was $2200. We felt that we had a very nice start in life and within four or five years we could have our home paid for and a new home built. But we found out that life just doesn’t work out that way. Percy felt that we couldn’t afford to pay tithing that year.
When we finished our fall work, Uncle Jim Webster of Rexburg asked us to come and work for him on the farm. We lived up on his dry farm about four miles from town. I cooked for a crew of men and Percy worked on the farm. We stayed there about one month at fifty dollars a month for the two of us. We received a letter from LeGrande Hawkes, Percy’s younger brother, who lived in Kansas City. He, having a business there of manufacturing school supplies, offered us our fare one way and six dollars a day.
In two days time we were on our way. It took two nights and a day for the trip. I had been ill for a few weeks as we were expecting a baby in due time, and almost hated to go on such a trip feeling so ill; but the trip seemed to be the thing I needed, for I was never sick a minute while traveling. We arrived there in safety and was met by LeGrande, taken to his home with all the comforts of life, but very much lacking the spirit which we had enjoyed in our humble little home of having family prayers, and of attending to our church duties. However, we were welcomed and enjoyed their home and friendship as we lived with them in their home for the next two months. Percy and LeGrande spending most of their evenings talking over old times and the things they did as boys together.
Shortly after Christmas (1927) we moved to Independence, Missouri, in an apartment where we lived until spring, which was nearer his work.
It was about the first of January 1928 when Percy became ill with stomach trouble, we didn’t know just what his trouble was, and he continued on with his work until he suddenly became ill. I called in the doctor, he pronounced it stomach trouble, put him to bed, and on a strict diet; but he became worse as the days went by. We called in the elders but to no avail, we sent his name to the Logan temple that they may pray for him. Still he did not recover. It went on for about a month when we took him to the hospital where he remained for two weeks under observation. They found that he had ulcers of the stomach. He was put on a milk diet and started to recover slowly. I, too, had been ill all this time; but could keep going most of the time. He recovered so that he could take care of himself when I became very ill. We were not expecting our baby until June or July; this being March. I continued being ill the rest of the time.
In Logan, our first baby, Percy Blaine, arrived the first of July. Three days later I started running a very high fever, swelling up until I could not be recognized. Doctors were called in the consolation to find that I had strep infection. I was very ill for weeks and months; doctors doing all in their power to save me.
Many times the elders had been called in; but nothing seemed to help until one day Apostle Cowley was visiting in Logan and Mother Hawkes came and asked me if I would like him to administer to me as he has a special gift of healing. I asked for him to come, and among the things he said in his prayer were that I would recover when, and if I would covenant with God that from that time forth I would keep his commandments doing whatsoever I was called on to do to further God’s work here on the earth. I want to say that most of that night was spent in prayer, the next morning my fever broke and I started to recover. That was five months since the birth of our little boy.
It wasn’t until the next spring, that I was able to return to our home on the farm. During my illness Percy had also been too ill to work and spent that time with me. From then on, we paid our tithing in full, honoring the Lord as we should have done from the beginning of our marriage. I had paid tithing all of my life. Percy had filled a mission and we should have been more faithful. Shortly after our returning to the farm, Percy was called to be Sunday School Superintendent, a few years later he was called to be Bishop, and later a Stake High Counselor. I was called to be President of the Y W MIA in our ward. We only had summer Mutual as we had such severe winters and most of the young people left to go to school. I served there from 1940 to 1943.
My health was very poor for a year or more after returning home until my health improved greatly. I have been able to do the work of raising a family and keeping a home together with working in the church at whatever I was asked to do. I am now the mother of six lively children.
Percy did not recover from his stomach trouble for about three years - suffering a very great deal; so you see we are all tried and tested in one way or another. We came back to our farm hundreds of dollars in debt, and with a new baby added to our home every few years, we have been many years freeing our home from debt.
Our second son, Lawrence Weyerman Hawkes, was born October 31, 1930, on the farm. My health was much improved, Percy’s health was also back to normal and once more we started out a much wiser family. The Lord came first.
Lloyd, our third son, was born March 29, 1933, at the home of my sister Anna in Beaver Dam, Utah.
At the birth of Norma Ruth, my fourth child, August 17, 1936, just after the doctor had gone and I was well out of the sleep of ether, I asked my mother and sister Anna if they could see Mother Hawkes standing a the foot of my bed. They looked at each other and spoke hushed words of calling the doctor, thinking Mother Hawkes had come to get me as she had been dead for two years. I assured them I was feeling fine, she had only come to let me know how happy she was that I was having my family, and to be there as that little spirit entered the world. Leaving me very happy for her message and for having seen her, she was gone. The spirit of peace was felt by all who were there.
One night in the dead of winter, while living in the old log house on the farm, Percy was suffering very intense pain. He had been ill for a long time with rheumatism and had been bedfast for some weeks. The pain became more than he could bear. He asked me to call two men living across the street, John and Jim Brown, to come and administer to him, John had been on a mission and Jim was an Elder also. Their reply was that it had been too long since they had done such a thing and that they would rather not. It was miles to anyone else and a raging blizzard was on. In his suffering my husband ask if I would administer to him. I used the oil but not in the name of the priesthood as the Elders could have done. But I prayed and felt the spirit of the Lord with us. It was but a few moments until his pain was gone and he had a good night’s rest. I feel that the women of the church can enjoy many gifts and blessings if we but live for them.
In December of 1938, we bought Acy’s home and land in Farnum. It was five miles from where we had lived. There we had a lovely modern home for our family.
On November 18, 1940, Richard Reed, our fourth son was born in Rexburg, Idaho. Richard was our fifth child.
In this new home we entertained many friends, held many officer’s meetings, weddings were performed there, children’s parties as well as a place to come for many friends to spend a weekend or overnight visit, always feeling welcome. It was a home where the sick were blessed and healed. The children always had a horse to ride, and a dog that they taught to pull them on a sleigh or skis. They were also taught to work. They all have wonderful memories of the farm.
On February 4, 1943, I asked for and received a special blessing from Patriarch Alma B. Larsen in Rexburg, to help me over some of the problems that beset my life at that time. [See a copy at the end of this history]
Our fifth son, David Weyerman Hawkes, was born March 31, 1946, in St. Anthony, Idaho. He was our sixth child and weighed 10 lbs.
When the baby was about one month old, my husband became ill with a blood clot in his leg. He had been afflicted with this many times before. This time it didn’t seem worse than other times, except it was more prolonged. Our doctor was A. A. Kruger of Ashton, Idaho. We felt very sure that everything that could be done was done. Percy seemed to be recovering when at the end of about five weeks he became suddenly much worse. The doctor had him moved to the hospital in St. Anthony where he could be watched and receive every care.
However, his condition grew worse until on the 12th of June, 1946, he passed away. The blood clot had moved from his leg to his lung and had caused Pleurisy Pneumonia. This is what caused his death. [A copy of his funeral is found at the end of his history] This was surely a great shock to everyone.
At a time like this, one wonders how you can ever go on. Looking at it now about 20 years later, I really marvel at how greatly we have been blessed. As I think over the heart breaks we each had, I would about as soon leave them in the past. There were so many adjustments to be made with six children, a baby two months old and a farm to run. The thing that happened is that we decided to keep the farm, a family cow, a horse for the enjoyment of the children, and sell all the other livestock so we could handle everything ourselves. Blaine had just graduated from Madison High School in Rexburg. Lawrence was home with us. Lloyd and Norma were in grade school in Ashton. Richard hadn’t started school, and there was the baby.
On July 21, 1948, Blaine and Bonnie Marie Clark were married in the Idaho Falls Temple. By fall we decided to rent the farm to them and move to Providence, Utah. My mother, Olena Weyerman, lived in Logan with no one to really look after her, so we were glad to have made the move.
The home we bought was an old pioneer rock house with walls two feet thick. There were three bedrooms, an open stairway, and a beautiful fire place. The front room and downstairs bedroom were carpeted. We loved it on sight. I paid $4000.00 down and borrowed $3,000.00 from a brother-in-law, Charles Orison. It took us four years to pay that back with interest. Other than buying my home or a car, I have never gone in debt. I knew about what my income would be and tried to live within it.
In order to help make the payments on our home in Providence I had to go to work. However, I stayed home until David started school. I cooked at the Kappa Delta Sorority at USU in Logan, for $150.00 per month. I was home in the summer with the children. I did this for two years, then clerked at the Everton’s Hardware Store. In the summer we raised a large garden, canned fruit and vegetables. For years we had a family cow and chickens, so we raised much of what we needed.
I served as the second counselor in the YWMIA for three years. Then I was called to be the President of the MIA. I served in the Logan Temple in the filing department one night a week for 5 years. The children were active in Primary, MIA, Sunday School, and attended public school.
As I was working at a USU Fraternity house during the winter of 1959-60. I invited Blaine and Bonnie and family to come down and live in my Providence home so he could go to school and become a school teacher. They accepted this offer and he did become a teacher.
In August 1961, I was awarded a Five Year Service Award from the General Church Primary Presidency for faithful service in our local Primary organization.
On October 2, 1961, I was set apart as a Stake Missionary by Pres. W. Loyal Hall in the Mount Logan Stake.
Blaine married Bonnie Clark, July 21, 1948.
Lawrence married Shirley Fielding, July 6, 1950.
Lloyd married Donna Prisbrey, Sept. 6, 1957.
Norma married Fred Niederhausern, June 11, 1965.
Richard married Glenda Dees, December 6, 1963.
Lloyd, Norma, Richard, and David filled full-time missions for the Church in their youth. Lawrence, and Lloyd served in the military serve. The details of each of their lives can be found in their own individual life histories.
In March of 1965 David was called to serve a full-time mission in California, but had to come home a little early to have open heart surgery. He did not survive the operation and passed away January 8, 1967.
On June 12, 1965, I accepted employment as a cook on a dude ranch south of the Hoback River in Jackson Hole, Wyoming. I worked there through the summer and enjoyed the scenery and meeting the tourists who came there to vacation.
That fall, I was employed as a Dorm mother at Ricks College in Rexburg. I enjoyed this employment for four years. I was in Dorm # 1 each year. I had many wonderful experiences counseling the young women at Ricks, and gained many friends and associates. I was also able to be closer to Blaine and Bonnie and family as they lived only 12 miles away in St. Anthony.
In 1969, I sold the rock home in Providence for $13,000.00. I put that money down on a nice home in Logan that I purchased for $17,500.00. It was located on 581 East 900 North. It had a full basement with an apartment that I rented out to supplement my income.
September 9, 1969, I was called as an officiator in the Logan Temple. I enjoyed doing this work until May 1, 1972, when I received a call to serve as a full-time 18 month missionary in the Florida South Mission. The last six months I served as a district leader. During my mission I saw 18 people baptized as a result of our teaching and the blessings of the Lord.
After returning home from my mission, I was again called and set apart May 6, 1974, as a temple officiator and served there until the 2nd of October 1976, when the temple was closed for renovation.
In October 1976, I signed up and took a travel tour to the Holy Land with a group from USU. It was conducted by George Ellsworth. This tour was an inspiration of a lifetime - to be there with others and see places where Jesus walked and feel the Spirit witnessing to the truths of the gospel.
I would like at this time (1977) to express thanks for the many blessings that have been mine through out my life. First, the blessing of being born under the covenant. Also for parents who have taught me the gospel. For having been taught to work and to live within my means. For the faith I have in the Priesthood. For my brothers and sisters. For being married for time and all eternity to the man of my choice. For our six children. For the knowledge I have of life after death. For friends wherever I go. For the principle of forgiveness, to be forgiven and to forgive. For the many opportunities I have had to serve in this great church, and in my work. For the power of prayer. I am thankful I can see my own faults, just wish I didn’t have so many.
I do love my children with all my heart, even though I do not approve of some of the things they do. I am greatful for the guidance of the Holy Ghost. I do know the Lord will always bless us if we keep His commandments, may we be blessed so to do. I am thankful to live in the United States of America, a land choice above all other lands, where the gospel was restored. We do have so many things to be thankful for and to live worthy of.
I do want all my family to know, I do love you with all my heart. I pray for your success in life, and that you will each seek to do the Lord’s will. Your mother and grandmother, Ida Weyerman Hawkes.
On July 10, 1977, I was called to serve on a full-time service mission to the Indiana Indianapolis Mission. My assignment was to work in the mission home with Pres. Max and Bonnie Mortensen. I was in charge of the kitchen, cooking, serving the food, etc. After about 6 weeks I had the misfortune to fall and break a small bone it my foot. I could not walk on it for a long time until it would heal up, so I was given a release and had to come home.
In December of 1977, Billy and Luisa invited me to come down and stay with them as he is in veterinary school in Mexico City. They used part of their Christmas holiday and took me around to many of the Book of Mormon sites in that country. We visited the National Museum and other attractions in the great Mexico City.
In between all the traveling and activities with the family, I spent many profitable days reading good books at my home in Logan. I also made temple aprons for 27 grandchildren and their spouses-to-be, a total of 54 aprons that I hope they will use when they go to the temple for the first time.
I served as YWMIA President, Junior Sunday School Coordinator, Relief Society Stake Board, taught the Spiritual Living class, Visiting Teacher, belonged to a Family Home Evening Group, and a Sewing Club. All these things helped to make life interesting and form many wonderful friendships.
In June of 1978, I went on a church history tour with Blaine and Bonnie, and her sister, Betty. Ken Howell and a Brother Gibbons were our guides. We visited Nauvoo, Ill. and most of the other early important church historical sites. It was a wonderful experience for all of us, and strengthened our testimonies of the restored church.
In July 1978, I attended the Mormon Miracle Pageant held on the temple grounds at the Manti Temple. I went down with Lloyd and Donna and their family. It was fun to be with them, and the pageant was a great inspiration.
On August 8th, I turned 71 years old, and am beginning to have some of the ailments of old age creeping up on me. I have had sugar diabetes for a couple of years now, and am having really bad headaches a lot of the time. I have had some back aches, pain in my legs, heart troubles, some crying and emotional problems. I try and watch my diet and get proper rest. The Lord has blessed me, and I do continue to enjoy many things, and life goes on. I am able to do quilting for various members of my family, and visit them occasionally, which helps a great deal. I go to the Temple regularly and do several names each day I am there.
In November 1978, I had the beginning of a rather sad experience. I went to add a few more coins to my jar of money and found that the jar of money was no more in my house. I hadn’t added to it for some time, but had a lot of change in the jar. I looked where I had put it last & it was not there. I almost took the house apart to find it, but it was no more to be found. The last time I counted it, there was $30.00 and that was some time ago. You know we have been counseled to have some money on hand for an emergency. The money was here when I left for Indiana on that work mission, and that is the last I could remember it. I felt so sorry. There were a very few people who could have taken it. I prayed the Lord would forgive them.
[The above story came to a conclusion almost two years later] I want to confess my sins. I have judged a neighbor of maliciously deviling me and found out it wasn’t him at all. I felt very humbled, now another thing is the bottle of money I told you was taken. When I went on my mission to Indiana, I put everything in one room and had a man come and put a lock on the door, so the renters could not use or disturb the contents of the room. Well the room was not locked before I left. The renters had moved in. This man came back after I had left to finish the lock on the door, so when I came home and the money could not be found, I felt that either the renters or the man had taken this bottle of money.
Time went on and this man’s wife invited me to come to her home to help her quilt. They were talking about different things, when the lady of the house said, “I just have to tell you this, my husband does the funniest things. Out in the shop he showed me a bottle of money.” She said, “That’s a new one, he has never saved money in a bottle before.” Well, in my mind he was branded, for he was the man who had fixed the lock on the door. Well, time went on and I was cleaning out drawers and found my bottle of money. Well, I set down and cried and ask the Lord to forgive me for so judging other people. I am telling this that we may all remember not to judge anyone but leave judgement to the Lord.
After counseling with my family, I decided to sell the farm in Idaho. We sold the East 80 to Francis W. Bratt, the Benson 80 to Billy Bishoff, and the home 80 to Mark Albertson. This was all accomplished in 1978 and 1979. We took the money from these sales and put it in the Beehive Credit Union at Ricks College where I had some other money on savings.
February 3, 1979. The evening before Fast Sunday, I had started my fast at noon Saturday as I often have Sunday dinner with Norma’s family. So, we fast from Sat. noon to Sunday noon after Fast Meeting. I had felt close to my family, thinking of each of them and their families and their standing in the church. Those who were strong and faithful, as well as those who just drifted along, and those who made no effort at all to serve in the church. My mind had been on these things a lot that day, wondering what I could do or say to encourage those in need. So, as I fasted I made these things a matter of prayer before going to bed.
I was awakened the following morning about four o’clock, praying and pleading with the Lord in behalf of my family, that we would be able to be together as a family, mother, father, and children throughout all eternity, Even as I was awakened and lay there for hours, I continued to pray in behalf of my family that we would each strive to prepare ourselves and that we would have a longing in our hearts for each other and to serve the Lord. I prayed for hours for those living and dead, for they did not seem dead, yet they were not with us. I got out of bed and onto my knees and prayed for a long time and then back into bed. I felt near to the Lord, I felt at peace with myself and near to my family. I have never had an experience just like that in my life. I wish I could go on in that spirit for I felt so very close to heaven. May this all be so, that we will all cleave to each other and strengthen each other. After this wonderful experience, I found myself singing and in very happy spirits. I remember thinking of the prophet Amos and how he prayed to the Lord.
On February 13, 1979, I was set apart for the third time as a temple officiator in the newly remodeled Logan Temple, by President Reed Bullen. He gave me a wonderful blessing. I was assigned to work with the new brides that would come to the temple to be married. The temple was rededicated March 13th.
This is a bit difficult to write about, but I felt that I should. Some of you know that a few years before Daddy died, we were having a very difficult time in our marriage. Things did not get any better, and when he passed away he was very upset. When we moved to Providence I felt his presence a few times, but for many years, nothing.
Sunday January 6, 1980, in fasting and prayer, I pled with the Lord that things would work out between us and that I would be given understanding. While sitting reading before going to church, I felt Daddy’s presence in the room. He asked if I would ever come back to him. I told him how I felt, that if things could be right I would be glad and that his family needed him and loved him and he was gone.
I sat in total wonderment and prayed it would be so. The thought came to my mind, you have all your business taken care of, so your children would get full benefit of the property. There isn’t much more you could do for them, it could happen anytime. I want you all to know that I loved your father very much and felt we were right for each other, but things just didn’t work out, and that it won’t be too many years—in a few minutes a great gust of wind hit my house and it just creaked. I got up to see what was going on and all was still and a great feeling of peace was with me.
September 6, 1980, I was honored in a special Young Woman’s Program meeting in the Logan East Stake as an exemplary woman from the 19th Ward. This was a great thrill and made me thankful I have tried to live a good life and be of service wherever and whenever possible.
June 29th to July 1st, 1980, Blaine, Lloyd, Richard, Kim, Nathan, David and a neighbor boy put new shingles on my home in Logan. It was a fun time for all of them to be together and doing a work project. I really appreciated getting it done and seeing them working together.
On August 8, 1983, Mother’s 76th birthday, she sold her home in Logan to Michael Hughes for $51,688.23. After this transaction she lived in various retirement homes in Logan.
After several years of being in and out of hospitals, nursing homes, etc. with a variety of illness and poor health, Mother passed away peacefully on September 2, 1988, in Logan, Cache County, Utah.
On March 31, 1976, Mother recorded having done 1055 temple endowment names in the preceding 20 years. She averaged doing over 50 names each of those years. In later years she did several hundred names each year.
Mother spent a few days or weeks at a time visiting each of her children and their families through the years. We are grateful for those times. However, the great majority of the health care she received came from her devoted daughter, and our sister, Norma Ruth. We each owe her a great debt of gratitude for the kindness, the tender loving care, the patience, the many hours spent even when she herself did not feel well.
Mother loved her boys, but she had a special bond with her sweet daughter that carried her through many a hard or lonely time. It was her choice to live in the same town and be close to Norma and Fred and their family. Norma, we will always love and appreciate you, especially for the extra kindness you gave our Mother.
May we all live worthy to be a part of the Eternal Family she so much desires.
Note: This history was written using excerpts from her written diary\journal and other documents in our family history files. If there are any additions or corrections that would make this more complete please send them to P. Blaine Hawkes.
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This history was written using excerpts from her written diary\journal and other documents in our family history files. If there are any additions or corrections that would make this more complete please send them to P. Blaine Hawkes.