Sunday, December 22, 2013

Andrew Madsen's Journal Excerpts 1862



This segment tells of Delegates sent to the Utah Convention, the prevention and punishment of polygamy.  Andrew tells of the building of his own home, the simple entertainments of the day, the simple fashion and humility of the Saints.  He also tells of those who were volunteers to go help incoming emigrants cross the plains and mountains.



1862 - 

Delegates were sent to Salt Lake City to attend a Convention held on Monday, January 20th, for the purpose of establishing a State Government.

The Convention of Delegates chosen by the people adopted a State Constitution for Utah and a Memorial Congress, praying the first time for the admission of Utah into the Union, as a state, with the name of Deseret.  George Q. Cannon and William H. Hooper were elected Delegates to present them to Congress.

April 8th, Mr. Morrill of Vermont, introduced a bill in the United States House of Representatives at Washington D.C. to punish and prevent the practice of Polygamy in the territories of the United States. It was read twice and referred to the Committee of Territories.

This Bill also made it unlawful for any religious or charitable association in any of the United States Territories to own real estate worth more than $50,000.00.

The Anti-Polygamy Bill was approved by President Abraham Lincoln on the 8th day of July and signed.  Lincoln at the time of the signing the bill, stated that it reminded him of a large stump which stood in the middle of his father's farm that they could plow around.

The principle of Celestial or Plural Marriage had been revealed many years ago by the Prophets of old and practiced by Abraham, the friend of God and revealed by the Prophet, Joseph Smith, of the latter days, The Saints who had taken unto them more than one wife did it by mutual consent and in accordance with the teachings.  There was no law prohibiting it up to this time and they felt that they had broken no laws and were in now way interfering with the rights of others and that they had the right to obey that principle in worshiping Almighty God according to the dictates of their own conscience.

Early in the Spring I and my brother, Mads, began to build me an adobe house.  Material was very scarce and hard to obtain.  The house was built after the pattern of my brother's and was one and one half story high, with a dirt roof.  It has since been remodeled considerably.  The roof has been taken off and rebuilt with an addition to the back and porches in front, adding much to the appearance.  It is now one of the most modern up-to-date dwelling houses in the city.  It consists of nine large comfortable rooms, bathrooms and closets fitted with water and lights throughout.  It is overshadowed with large pine trees, which were planted at about the time the house was first built, extending into the air fully forty feet, intermingling with the poplar and locus shade trees and beautiful lawn borders on the south and west side.
Andrew Madsen Sr. Home located 300 North State East side

of the road.




Andrew Madsen Sr. Home
as it looks today (2013)

At the time I was erecting the house, I made a trip to Payson, where there was a nail factory.  They manufactured nails from scraps of iron picked up and gathered together from broken down wagons and carts found along the emigrant's road across the plains and mountains.  The nails were very clumsy and brittle, but answered our purpose.  I secured what I needed at a cost of twenty five cents per pound.

These goods were occasionally brought in by peddlers and emigrants who brought with them occasionally a small surplus.

It is surprising to reflect upon how well and satisfied we felt under these trying circumstances.  One reason was that we looked to the future and had faith that better times were coming.  We were united in performing all public work and improvements.



fashion of 1901
In these days there were no fashion books for the ladies to be guided by and no choice in cloth.  Sewing was all done by hand and consequently everything was made up in the simplest styles, guided only in the economizing of cloth.  There was no class distinction and we were all considered equal as brothers and sisters.

The people would often gather together in one of their humble little dwellings to feast and dance and  enjoy themselves.  Oft times singing the good old song of "Hard Times Come Again No More," feeling that God had blessed the Saints who had come here to worship him giving them health and strength to endure the hardships which they were daily combating with.  The feeling and spirit which existed at this time will never be fully realized by the reader as it was by those of us here, who have passed through the ordeal.

President Brigham Young fully realized the conditions of the Saints, their great need of clothing.  Therefore he called many of them to go and settle the St. George Country in order to grow and produce cotton.  There were but few sheep within the territory and consequently we did not raise much wool.  

President Brigham Young at once ordered a cotton mill built at Salt Lake City in order that the cotton could be spun into yarn.  The wool the women spun into yarn by the use of spinning wheels, which was mixed with cotton and woven into cloth, but not of a fancy type, the same being commonly known as the "Hard Times Cloth".

President Young also advised the people to organize co-operative canneries throughout the territory and requested the shoemakers to remain at their trade in order to provide men, women and children with shoes.

April 20th, there was a call from President Brigham Young for men to go to Missouri to assist the poor emigrants in crossing the plains to Utah, and in May, 262 wagons, 293 men 2,880 oxen with 143,315 pounds of flour at once started across the mountains and plains for the emigrants.

They traveled in six companies under Captain Horton D. Haight, Henry W. Miller, Homer Duncan, Joseph Horn, John R. Murdock and Hansel P. Harmon.

Mt. Pleasant was always willing to shoulder its share of burdens, so it sent the following men who braved the journey with their other comrades:  Joseph Page, Orange Seely, Neils Waldemar, Wm. Barton, Magnus Ferando and Peter Adolph Fredericksen went along and acted as Night Guard.

Some of the Saints furnished one ox, others a yoke of oxen, and others would furnish the only yoke of oxen they had, while some of the people remaining at home would volunteer to do their work on their farms for them during their absence.  By this method they were fitted out for the journey.  This afforded the poor emigrants better acomodations in crossing the plains and mountains than was afforded those who were compelled to work their way over the deserts and plains during the previous years, drawing their hand-carts with them, which contained their rations and ofttimes their little children and clothing.

Friday, December 20, 2013

Merry Christmas 2013

     Merry
Christmas 2013

     Kathryn and I hope this Christmas will
be a special time of year for each of you and your families.

     As I think back over the many Christmases
of my life, many of them are especially memorable. Mostly, memorable because we spent them with you our treasured family and friends.

     I can remember some details of most of my
early Christmases, there was a windup tractor, a glass washing machine (there is a story about that but I’ll save it for another time), my tricycle, the tinker toys, etc. But the Christmas of
1942 stands out as one of the most memorable, and I owe much of that to my “teasie”
Uncle Bruce. who never missed an opportunity to make things “interesting” for his nieces and nephews.   
December of 1942 found our family staying with Aunt Hilda and
her nephew, my mother’s brother, Uncle Bruce in Mt. Pleasant. A fire at the site of the Duchesne Tunnel[1]where my father was working as an engineer, had destroyed the generator and compressor plant. Because of WWII, the damaged equipment couldn’t be replaced and work on the tunnel had to be postponed.
As we left our home in the mountains a heavy snow storm moved in, effectively cutting of all access to our former home until spring. My father was reassigned to the Salt Lake office, but from
Thanksgiving to New Years, while my parents were searching for a place to live in Salt Lake, (not an easy thing to do in those wartime years)  our family
stayed in Mt. Pleasant.
As Christmas approached, Uncle Bruce
repeatedly cautioned me that since we had moved so late in the year, I shouldn’t be prepared to have Santa miss me at our new address.  

On about the 15th of December, Dad asked me if I wanted to go with him and Uncle Bruce to the Mountains east of Mt. Pleasant to find a Christmas tree and I readily agreed.  But as I remember it, I just stood, cold to the bone, at the bottom of a steep hillside in mud not quite deep enough to cover my boots, listening to Dad and Uncle Bruce argue the virtues of various tree. (I really don’t know why Dad worried about the shape of our trees. He always remade them when we were decorating them anyway, adding branches or taking them out as he felt necessary.)  I
did, however, take the opportunity to learn some of the great sounding new expletives
I was hearing.

When I got home, I was anxious to show off my new vocabulary and got my mouth washed out with soap for my efforts.  Dad and Uncle Bruce got scolded but they didn’t get the soap treatment. I remember of thinking that maybe Mom and Aunt Hilda had just given up on them.

A few days before Christmas, Uncle Bruce really started to give me the business, he explained that I had probably waited too long to let Santa know that we had moved so he could re-arrange his pack to deliver my presents in Mt. Pleasant, and that my presents would probably be left in our old snowbound house and worse yet, before we could get there in the spring to pick them up, skiers or snowshoe hikers would get there and find my presents. Thinking them abandoned, they would naturally take them home for their own children, who, unlike the children for whom they were intended, would appreciate them.
Well that really got my attention. Uncle Bruce promised to do what he could to “help” me in my desperate situation and he did. Mom and Aunt Hilda didn’t say much but they did assure me that Santa would find me as he had found other children through the centuries.


To understand the rest of the story, you need to understand that, like other families, my mothers family used to have a cutter, complete with a set of sleigh bells.

In those early years of my life I didn’t know about the cutter or the sleigh bells, but Uncle Bruce did.

Early on Christmas Eve day, Uncle Bruce
came back home with great news. He had seen Santa and explained my situation.
Santa had agreed that my situation was desperate and that he would try to work me in to his busy schedule, but that I should remember that he might have to come by a bit early and that the strict roles could not be changed. Before he could come I must be in bed and asleep.


In the late afternoon of Christmas Eve, thing really started to happen. Just before dinner, I suddenly heard the sound of sleigh bells, but running to the window, I saw nothing. Soon afterward, Uncle Bruce came into the Kitchen and asked if we had heard the bells. We told him we had and he warned that I should probably have been in bed and asleep because Santa may not be able to make another run.

During dinner, Uncle Bruce suddenly remembered some important chore and needed to be excused for a few minutes. While he was out we again heard sleigh bells.

After coming back, Uncle Bruce asked if we had the bells and again warned that I should have been in bed and asleep, because Santa had already made two tries and may not be able to make another run for me. Aunt Hilda reassuringly said that I should just leave it to Santa. We heard sleigh bells again several times that afternoon and each time Uncle Bruce (after coming back into the house) would warn me that I should already have been in bed and asleep, because Santa could not just keep trying.

After Dinner, we held a family Christmas Eve Devotional in the parlor, where the Christmas tree was located and where I was to sleep. I was just frantic, but Aunt Hilda casually read from the Gospel of St. Luke and set
out a tray of goodies for Santa. We all heard bells once or twice more during the evening, but soon, excited as I was, I became so sleepy that I just couldn’t keep my eyes open.



When I awoke on Christmas morning, I found that Santa had been right there in our parlor where I had slept, eaten the snack we had left him and just as Uncle Bruce had arranged, built a “Toyland Town all around our Christmas tree”.

It wasn’t until many years later that I realized that every time the sleigh bells rang, Uncle Bruce was away on some important errand.

Uncle Bruce went to great of effort to make sure that we had a great Christmas that year and I love him for it. But, I think he had just as much fun as I did.
I don’t remember what Santa brought that Christmas, but I do remember that he made the effort to find me. Over the years I have come to see the symbolism in this and recognize how grateful I am that the Prince of Peace has made the effort to come to find each of us, regardless of race, religion or status just as Santa found me

  With Much Love, We Wish Each of You a Very Merry Christmas
                  David and Kathryn Gunderson











[1]  The Duchesne Tunnel is part of an irrigation
project. It is located 18 mi east of Kamas, Utah.
We returned to it in 1949