Lucy Ann Victoria's birth parents are Victor Erik Lindquist and Lucy Ann Brown. After her parents divorced, she was adopted by John Fenn. She was sealed to John and Lucy Ann Brown Fenn and took the last name of Fenn.

William Everett Rowbotham and Lucy Ann Victoria Fenn were married about 1894/1895 in Koosharem, Sevier, Utah and then divorced. They had 1 child.

Franklin Van Buren Barney and Lucy Ann Victoria Fenn Rowbotham were married Apr 18, 1900 in Manti, Sanpete, Utah. They had 15 children.

Lucy Ann Victoria Fenn Barney buried May 12, 1935

• Census: June 17 1910 - Solomon, Graham Co., Arizona
• Census: Jan 4 1920 - Solomon, Graham Co., Arizona

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INFORMATION\LDS: Birth: Nov. 28, 1878
Koosharem
Sevier County
Utah, USA Death: May 11, 1935
Safford
Graham County
Arizona, USA
Lucy Ann Victoria's birth parents are Victor Erik Lindquist and Lucy Ann Brown. After her parents divorced, she was adopted by John Fenn. She was sealed to John and Lucy Ann Brown Fenn and took the last name of Fenn.

William Everett Rowbotham and Lucy Ann Victoria Fenn were married about 1894/1895 in Koosharem, Sevier, Utah and then divorced. They had 1 child.

Franklin Van Buren Barney and Lucy Ann Victoria Fenn Rowbotham were married Apr 18, 1900 in Manti, Sanpete, Utah. They had 15 children.

Lucy Ann Victoria Fenn Barney buried May 12, 1935

Lucy Ann Victoria's maiden name by birth was LINDQUIST. Her parents divorced a few years after their civil marriage. Lucy was 5 years old when her mother married John FENN. This is why in some records (diaz Mexico especially) her name appears as FENN, and in others as LINDQUIST. The Koosharem Ward Record (microfilm #26059 @ FHL in SLC, Utah has no record of Lucy Ann victori or her mother, but has records of other Lindquists.)
"Trial of Faith Zion," by Martha Jane Ray Foote, 1997, has 405 pages of family history and genealogies on the Fenn, Sorensen, and Brown Families.
Jennifer Echols Fenn

Lucy Ann Victoria's maiden name by birth was LINDQUIST. Her parents divorced a few years after their civil marriage. Lucy was 5 years old when her mother married John FENN. This is why in some records (Diaz Mexico, especially) her name appears as FENN, and in others as LINDQUIST. The Koosharem Ward Record (microfilm #26059 @ FHL in SLC, Utah has no record of Lucy Ann Victoria or her mother, but has records of other Lindquists.) She never was adopted. She was born as Lucy Ann Victoria Lindquist.
"Trial of Faith Zion," by Martha Jane Ray Foote, 1997, has 405 pages of family history and genealogies on the Fenn, Sorensen, and Brown Families.
Jennifer Echols Fenn

Lucy Ann Victoria Lindquist was sealed to her mother, Lucy Ann Brown, and to her mother's second husband, John Fenn on 17 Oct 1888 in the Manti Temple. She was later sealed to her birth father, Victor Erick Lindquist and to her mother, Lucy Ann Brown, on 16 Jan 1998 in the Arizona Temple.

Her stepfather is John FENN . Her biological father is Victor Erik [Erik Victor] LINDQUIST, born 27 Jan 1855, Stockholm, Stockholm, SWEDEN. John FENN was born 2 Apr 1854, Eaton Bay, Bedfordshire, England. Both lines, (i.e., the blood line Lindquist and the Fenn line) are attached to Lucy Ann Victoria Lindquist Fenn. "Trail of Faith Zion," by Martha Jane Ray Foote, 1997, has 405 pages of family history and genealogies on the Fenn, Sorensen, and Brown Families. "Tory's" son Franklin Russ Barney stated that his mother said she never wanted to belong to John Fenn to whom she was sealed as a child because of his harsh treatment of her.

"When the children were young, Christmas was very enjoyable. Presents were bought and hid in various places about the house. They used to hung for them, but didn't dare tell anyone if they found any The children believed in old Santa Claus and used to watch for him and peek through cracks in the attic floor to see if they could hear or see him. The two large fireplaces in the Barney home were big enough for Santa to actually come down the chimney, but no one ever saw him do it. The children hung their stockings by the fireplace and always got a sock full of candy, nuts, an apple and an orange. They never got many toys as the family was large and there wasn't much money. Franklin remembers Christmases in his youth, when candy came in buckets, bananas by the whole stock. Santa would always appear at the annual church Christmas program. Sleigh bells would be heard in the distance, then louder and louder until old Santa came in with treats for the children. It was exciting.

About Christmas time every year, Van would buy a 50 to 100 pound barrel of candy. This he would lock up in the granary so the children couldn't get at it. He had large buckets which were divided into sections of various kinds of candy. Occasionally he brought the bucket out from a place where he kept it locked and gave all a piece. Van's favorite was those little raspberry candies with the soft centers. One year he told the children: " I saw old Santa Claus going around the corner of the house. I got a whole big gunnysack full of peanuts and a whole bunch of bananas from him." Sometimes they even had coconuts for Christmas.

Delilah: "We had some happy Christmases--one especially--when we had coconut, twenty-five pounds of candy, about a hundred pounds of peanuts, some nuts, and a whole branch of bananas. This was an entire stock as cut from the tree with many bunches of bananas on it."

They'd gather a wild tree like bush. It would be decorated with green and white chains made of drawing paper and popcorn strung on a string. Huge clusters of mistletoe grew as a parasite plant in the large tall cottonwood trees on the farm, so they'd gather mistletoe to make wreaths for the door and windows.

Velate: "There were several Christmases I remember real well When I was about eight, my parents had gone to a Christmas program at Layton and we were left at home. I heard a knock on the window, then some noise on the roof, Santa Claus saying, 'I've got a doll and a chair if all are asleep.' Boy, did we ever hop into bed! I did receive a doll and a chair that year. Another time was the only time I remember having a Christmas tree because my mother was given a Christmas tree from the school program. I thought that was so great. We usually received an orange and a little candy on Christmas and New Years Day."

The small rural schools had lots of school programs on special days. One Christmas poem was, "Hang up the Baby's Stocking." On Thanksgiving they always sang, "Over the River and Through the Woods, to Grandfather's House We Go." The songs sung at Christmas time were the Christmas carols--not the type of modern songs that are sung today. The carols were sung at school and church gatherings. The carols were a big part of Christmas. On New Years the children used to make and give presents to each other."

From "Circle of Sixteen" pages 15 and 16.

The following are excerpts from the History of Bertha Matilda Barney Plumb Miller by Bertha

I cherish in my heart the greatest love, respect and joy for being born to the greatest and dearest parents, Orin Elbridge Barney and Annie Matilda Fenn Barney. I hope to always live worthy of them so that in the hereafter I can be with them. I also want to honor my dad's second wife, Sarah Eliza Fenn Barney, a special woman and a good mother as well.

The first Christmas I remember was in 1900. I was two years old. My first joy was to see mine and Parley's stockings hanging up behind the long iron heating stove in the southeast comer of our house, waiting for Santa to fin them. We didn't have Christmas trees in those days, we just hung up our stockings. On Christmas morning next to Parley's stocking was a white rocking horse and by mine was a little cupboard fun of dishes and a cradle with a doll in it My mother was the carpenter in the family, and she had made them.

In those days we didn't have inside bathrooms. We used an outhouse that stood in the yard a short distance from the house. My mother made me a little potty chair and set it under a tree next to the outhouse. I would get on it and sit for hours playing in the dirt and watching and listening to the birds sing.

My brother Arthur John Barney was born December 31, 1900. Six months later Parley, Arthur and I had our pictures taken before we left for Old Mexico. At this time Grandpa (John) Fenn and all of his family were down in Nacozari, Sonora, Mexico. Mother and Dad decided to move down there, so Father sold his ranch in Solomonville and put the money in the bank.

We traveled to Old Mexico in the fall of 1901 in a covered wagon. My parents put all of their belongings in the wagon: trunks, chairs, tables, beds, bedding, mother's china and wedding dishes. Parley and I put all of our toys in, including Parley's rocking horse. When everything was ready, we started on the road to Old Mexico. We rode in the wagon and camped out at night. On the way we all got dysentery and I was really sick. When we stopped for lunch or made camp, Father would put me on the rocking horse. When we were traveling, Dad would do the cooking.

We finally arrived at the Pilares Mines at Nacozari where my Grandpa Fenn and his families were. Dad pitched our tent in the mining camp that was east of Nacozari. This was a big tent that he brought with him from the United States. He bought boards to make a floor in it. We put our furniture in it, including mother's cupboard. This was a big, pretty cupboard with glass doors at the top two drawers in the center and two shelves with doors at the bottom.

My father freighted most of his life. He hauled ore from Willcox to Globe and Miami, Arizona. Now my Dad, Grandpa Fenn, and my Uncles were hauling ore from the Pilares Mines in Nacozai to Naco, Sonora, Mexico near Douglas, Arizona.

There was a mountain near by with a mine shaft in it on the north side of the mountain. One night Mother, Grandma Fenn, Aunt Ione Fenn, Aunt Marie Fenn and some more women dressed up like men and went to town. They left Uncle Alvah, who was then about twelve, to watch the children. When they were gone, I began to cry. It was almost dark, and Uncle Alvah took me outside the tent and pointed to that mine hole in the mountain and told me that there was a great big bear in that hole and that he would get me if I didn't stop crying. Consequently, I stopped crying and became real still.

When winter came it snowed. One day when the wind was blowing very hard against the tent, it blew mother's cupboard over and broke most of her wedding dishes, and she cried.

Parley started to school in the fall of 1901. My Dad didn't think that girls needed to learn anything, therefore, they didn't need to go to school very long. He thought that they only needed to learn to read and write. Most girls didn't even get to go to school, and if they did, they didn't get to go for very long. Girls were supposed to learn to cook, scrub clothes, iron, clean a house, and tend the children. I overheard Dad talking to Mother. He said that Parley could start to school when he was six, but Bertha doesn't need to start until she's eight. I then made up my mind that I would learn to read. When Parley and Uncle Pete (Fenn) sat on the floor to teach a Mexican boy to read in their primer, I would sit as close as I dared, and learn every page that the Mexican learned. When they put the primer down, I would pick it up and read it. I earned the whole book almost by heart listening to them teach the Mexican. I began to read every day and when I had learned enough words, then I began to read by myself. I sat close by them on everything that they did and I learned a lot from them.

When the Mormons started to settle in Colonia Morelos, Sonora, Mexico, Grandpa Fenn and some of my Uncles decided to go over there and buy a ranch.

My Dad bought a ranch just west across the Bavispe river south of the town of Morelos. It was almost straight across from the center of the town and south of the river. We were received into the Morelos Ward January 26, 1902. Orson Pratt Brown was the bishop from 1901 until 1903. We were in the Juarez Stake. Junius Romney was the Juarez Stake President. On Dad's ranch was an ocotillo hut plastered with mud and we moved into it. When it rained the roof leaked mud and rain on our beds. There was also a small adobe house north of us and down below the hill where Dad dug a well. This well was under a big cottonwood tree.

Grandpa Fenn brought his two wives and their families over and bought two ranches adjoining Dad's on the west side. One had an adobe house on it.

Dad plowed, planted and harvested the fields. He harvested the first crop of wheat that was grown in the town. He thrashed it out by hand and made bread. Many other people came and built homes there.

Dad sent to Burbank, California for all of his seeds and trees. We had the best fruit orchard in Mexico. There were fruit trees of every kind: peach, apple, plum, prune, pear and nut trees. We had blackberry and other berry bushes, strawberry and grapevines. Dad also had a beautiful flower and rose garden. We had a hardy vegetable garden too. We raised chickens and sold their eggs to the El Tigre mines. They were packed on burros and taken to the mines. We also sold vegetables and fruit to the mines and to the Mexicans who came to buy them. We had milk cows and stock and range cattle back of our house. We had peanuts by the sackful, apples by the boxes, molasses by the barrels, pumpkins and com by the score. We always took fruit and some of Dad's beautiful roses to our friends at school.

In August 1902 Father took all of us over to Colonia Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico where he (Orin Elbridge Barney) married Aunt Sarah Eliza Fenn. There were quite a number of other couples that went to be married also. There were several wagons as we traveled east to Juarez. This was at Stake Conference time. When we arrived at Colonia Juarez, Dad and Aunt Sarah were married in the Stake President's home by an Apostle of the Lord on August 16, 1902. We camped back of the Stake President's home in his fruit orchard.

After we got back, Aunt Sarah lived with us until after her first baby was born. I always got up before my parents did and instead of Mama in Dad's bed, there was Aunt Sarah. I would get jealous of her in bed with my Dad, so I would crawl in bed between them. I didn't understand until later what it was all about. It was hard for me to adjust to.

Aunt Sarah had a baby daughter, Lillian born August 20, 1903. I was so happy to have a little sister. I got up every morning to rock her in my little rocking chair while Mother and Aunt Sarah would get breakfast. Aunt Myrtle was also staying with us. She and I would race to get up first to rock the baby. September 19, 1903 when the baby was about six weeks old, I was the first one up. I went into get the baby and she was all covered up. She had died during the night and my folks had covered her with a blanket. I uncovered her, picked her up and took her in my arms, when I discovered that she was dead. I looked at her and began to cry and scream. Mother, Dad and Aunt Sarah came running in and told me that she had died in the night. It really frightened me.

In those days each family made their own coffins and took them to the church house. Here they had Lillian's funeral. She was so pretty in her coffin. Hardly a week went by but that I would ride my pony to her grave and put wild flowers on it. I did this until we left Old Mexico.

Uncle Van and Aunt Tory Barney brought his family down to Mexico. He had two or three children when he came down and they lived there for several years. He bought a home down the river a few miles from our ranch. Aunt Tory made hats to sell. One day Aunt Tory made her daughter Lilly and I doll hats out of wheat straw. She made Lillie's hat out of straw and trimmed it with silk, and she made mine out of straw and trimmed it with cotton pieces.

We held church in town. The Webbs were building a brick church house, but it wasn't completed yet. Our services were held in a bowery until the new church house was finished. This bowery was made out of cottonwood trees. Benches were made out of the logs from cottonwood trees. We had Sunday School and Sacrament Meeting under the bowery.

In 1904 we held conference under the Bowery. Apostle Teasdale and his wife were there. I learned to love Apostle Teasdale and his wife. He was the first Apostle I had ever met. In the conference he gave a talk on the Word of Wisdom. He asked all of those who kept the Word of Wisdom to raise their hands. I raised my hand. He said that this meant not to drink tea, coffee, liquor or strong drinks or use tobacco.

When they had completed the church building, school was held there also. We had a lot of school plays there. The Primary and Sunday School also put on plays. I was in many of them. Primary, Sunday School, Church, Mutual, dances, parties, entertainments and everything that was done was done in that building. We had a lot of fun and worshipped there. They hired the schoolteachers from the ward, so the Sunday School teachers and schoolteachers were all the same people that were in our ward.

Dad got Burr Webb's father and brothers to build us a big red brick house upon the hill. It had four big rooms. We moved into it and Aunt Sarah moved into another house.

Mother had Owen Julius Barney August 24, 1904. He was born in our new brick house.
Aunt Sarah had Orin Buren Barney October 15, 1904. She stayed at our house until he was old enough to be at home alone.

She moved out in a house on the hill west of us as Dad bought all of Grandpa Fenn's ranches. She didn't stay with us any more after that.

Uncle Van moved down the river on our other ranch and Grandpa Fenn moved into their house. Aunt Lucy lived in that house and his other wife, my Grandmother (Matilda), moved into town in a house on Grandpa's small ranch he had there. Here Aunt Lucy had a baby boy February 4, 1905, they named Isaac Fenn. Mother took me with her as I had to see every new baby that was born and Uncle Kenneth met us at the door and went in with us. Aunt Lucy had several children, Kenneth was the youngest. He was the same age as I was. Aunt Lucy was in bed. Kenneth and I asked his mother where the new baby had come from. She said, "Down under the cabbage in the cabbage patch." Kenneth and I decided that we would go down there and see if we could find a baby. She had a nice garden and there were large cabbage heads in it. We looked and looked under every cabbage in the garden, but could find no baby there. How terrible it was for parents to make up such stories.

Grandpa Fenn was always selling and trading his homes and horses. People did a lot of trading in those days. Grandma didn't know from one day to the next whether she had a home or not. It was also the same way with Aunt Lucy. At this time Grandma Fenn moved down in the house by the well. A big flood came down the Bavispe River and washed the whole town of Colonia Oaxaca out. This was in November 1905. This was near my birthday. I was planning a party and had gone down the hill to invite Aunt Myrtle. While I was there, the river began to rise, Aunt Myrtle and I ran up the hill. Grandpa grabbed a few things and put Grandma and Geneva in the wagon. The water started to cover our land. The water was almost in Grandpa's wagon. It wasn't more than a quarter of a mile, so they made it just in time. Aunt Myrtle and I stood on top of the hill and watched it. I have never seen such a sight in all of my life. Our whole field of fruit, potatoes and all of the crops were covered. The water was up above the trees and three or four feet of dirt was left around the base of the trees when the flood receded. It didn't hurt the crops though, because we had just picked most of the fruit. Grandpa's things were all gone though; chickens, cows and everything he had. He had just bought a ranch in town and was living with us while he built a house on it. After the flood, they moved into their unfinished home because our little adobe house that we had first lived in had fallen down into the water. Part of our place was covered with sand. The whole town of Oaxaca came floating down the river. Pigs, chickens, cows and horses were all in the flood and left sitting on the roofs of the houses. They were squealing and crowing. Houses landed on our place and floated on down the river, with furniture and other household goods still in them. One house was sitting in the middle of our field among our fruit trees in the strawberry patch when the water receded. We just stood on the hill and watched. Needless to say, I didn't get to have my birthday party. It was terrible to look at. The sweet potatoes were buried, so when dad plowed them up they were real large as they had kept on growing. Eight families came to stay with us.

Before we started to school, Mother would send Arthur and I to clean the guts out of the animals that had been butchered. She used them to make soap. We washed them in the canal or ditch. We also had to carry water from the well up to the house to drink and to cook with. We carried water from the ditch up the hill to wash our clothes, wash dishes and scrub the floors. We also watered the chickens, calves, and other animals. This was mine and Arthur's job.

Mother did the gardening, and I had to tend the babies and clean the house. One day I put Walter under a tree. The sun came around, and he almost melted before I thought of him.

In 1906 I was eight years old, Arthur and I started to school together. I was always at the head of my class, but two years late. By denying girls the privilege of going to school it made them more determined to learn just as much as the boys. We studied harder and tried to outdo the boys. In the long run, maybe it was a help instead of a hindrance.

My Grandpa Fenn had two wives and each of them had twelve children, three of whom have died. On Sundays, after Church, the afternoons, and on holidays, especially Christmas and Thanksgiving, we would all get together. I was the oldest granddaughter of all the grandchildren. What fun we had. We danced, played games and sang. The togetherness was wonderful. The Fenn’s always kissed each other when they met; Grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins and all the clan.

One night when we were eating supper, our dishes began to dance and rattle in the cupboard. Father said for us to get outside quick. We had an earthquake.

My father liked to share his bounty with others. He always took meat, vegetables and fruit to the widows in town. He would go from house to house, and Mother would drive the buggy. I had seen him carry big boxes of food. He would just open the door and set them inside, not knocking or anything. The next Sunday at church these people would greet Dad and thank him, for they knew that he was the one that brought the boxes of food to their homes.

On Saturday nights we took our baths. We would put the copper boiler on the stove and heat up the water. The old round wash tub was put on the floor by the stove on a rag rug. Each person took their turn at taking a bath and emptying the water outside. Then the next person would take his turn until the whole family had taken a bath.

One day Uncle Charles Christina Bowler who was married to Aunt Emma Fenn Bowler came over to our place from town. They didn't have too much to eat as he didn't like to work. He went around in the back of our place to our duck pond and killed several of our tame ducks. Dad saw him do it and came into the house and told Mother to get all the family ready as we were all going over to Charles's house to eat lunch with them as they would be having duck. We dressed up and went to town and ate our duck with them.

Mother and Aunt Minnie Fenn had babies at the same time. Mother had George Harold Barney November 8, 1908. Aunt Minnie had Lee Moroni Fenn November 24, 1908, both in Colonia Morelos, Sonora, Mexico. Aunt Minnie was in bed and Uncle Moroni was taking care of her. Dad and I took care of Mother. In those days the men delivered the babies and did the cooking while their wives were in bed, but they also had to go out to the fields and work as they had Mexican men working for them. I helped mother bathe and helped her bathe George, and I made her bed.

She taught me how to make my first bread. I took the pan and the ingredients into my mother's bedroom and she showed me how to mix the bread and how to knead it. I put the yeast, flour, salt and water into a big pan, and it was a big pan and I mixed it. Flour and yeast made much better bread in those days than it does today. Dad came home and helped me put the food on the stove to cook, and I made the loaves of bread and put them in the pans to raise. I put them in the oven to bake and the food and the bread was all done by the time the men came in from the fields to eat lunch. We had a big table that sat all of the cowboys and hired hands. Strays and neighbors would all come by just at lunch time, and Dad would feed them.

One day a flood came down the Bavispe River. Dad had been gone for about two weeks on a roundup with his cowboys. They went to rope the young calves and brand them. Mother and Parley had gone to town to take a load of fruit, eggs, and vegetables to sell to the stores and to the townspeople. They took Walter and George with them. The river came up soon after they left. The river was between our house and town. It came up so fast that Arthur, Owen and I were left at home alone for more than two weeks. I was ten, Arthur was eight and Owen was six years old. Mother stayed at Uncle Joe and Aunt lone Fenn's place. We had three cows to milk, 500 chickens to feed and gather their eggs, pigs, cows and calves to feed. When I started to milk the cows I couldn't get any milk. Arthur managed to get enough milk for us to drink. We put the calves in with the cows so they could get the rest of the milk. We gathered the eggs, cleaned and candled them. This was done by using a coal oil lamp. We put a shade over the lamp chimney with a hole cut in it the size of an egg. We held the eggs up to the light to see if there were any blood spots or baby chickens in them. We had to do this because sometimes the hens would hide their eggs and sit on them. We put the eggs in the cases and put them in the milk house. The milk house was made of brick. In it was a box that was covered with leaves. We soaked the box with water and put a pan of water on it in such a way as to let the water drip on the box to keep it wet. We set the eggs under it. The Mexicans from the El Tigre Mines came to pick up the eggs each week. They would pack them an burros and haul them up to the mines. We didn't want the Mexicans to know that we were alone. We knew the time when they would come, so we had the eggs packed in their cases and we placed the cases under a tree so they were ready for them when they came. They paid us the money for the eggs, and we put it in our cupboard drawer. We didn't know what to do with our time, to we made a cactus garden on the east side of our house. We got the cactus from the hill back of our house. When Dad came home he was really angry with us when he saw the cactus, but he left it there. I always wanted a cactus garden.

From the front of our house we could see out over the river as it branched out into two streams before they reached the town. Father finally came home and was he surprised to find us all alone. I guess Mother worried about us, but we had plenty of eggs, milk, fruit and vegetables to eat.

There were some outlaws that came to Morelos over the river one time. The whole town was really frightened. They were wanted desperados. The Mexicans organized a posse of the townsmen. They deputized Father and Grandpa Fenn to go with them after the outlaws. The posse left town to go southwest down the river to see if they could find the outlaws and bring them in. All the families that lived around our place gathered at Grandma Fenn's house. Her house was located west of our place below the hill. We hid our horses in the bushes. Aunt Myrtle and I made a bed on the ground in front of the house, under a black walnut tree. We didn't sleep an night looking for those men to come upon us. This was in the summertime and the house was small, so most of the people slept outside. Mother and Aunt Sarah were calm, but Grandma Fenn was vomiting and crying the rest of the night. The rest of the people were in bed trying to sleep. The next day the men returned without finding anyone. We asked them what they had done. They said they had gone down the river until it was dark. They climbed upon the porch of an empty house and slept on the porch roof as it was flat. About midnight they heard something coming up the path. They got their guns ready, hoping that it was the outlaws that were coming. But it turned out to be an old cow that was coming up the path.

Aunt Sarah had another baby girl September 4, 1909. They named her Alta May. She lived for only one-half an hour and was buried by her older sister Lillian in the graveyard. She was a blue baby. I took flowers and put them on her grave regularly until we came out of Old Mexico.

We had a lot of Easter picnics up on the river. All of the people in the town would go to them. They would hang big swings in the trees. The townspeople would go fishing, play games or ball, go swimming or just climb the trees. One time Aunt Myrtle fell out of a tree and broke both of her arms. We didn't have any doctors in town to set it, but the man that made the coffins was a jack of all trades. He made some splints out of the trees and tied them to her arms to keep the bones in place until her arms mended.

At Christmas time we had little parties, a tree and a little dance at Primary, and did we have fun. We also had big Christmas parties at the Church. Santa Claus would come in and announce that he was going to dance with the girl who had been the best girl for the whole year. Grandpa Fenn was always our Santa Claus at the Christmas dance because of his long whiskers. Wasn't I proud when he came over and chose me as the best girl of the whole year. All the boys came and asked me to dance after Santa Claus danced with me. For a long time I thought I was really the best girl until I found out that there wasn't any Santa Claus. Then I reached over and pulled his whiskers. That was my grandpa fooling me all those years! It was fun while it lasted. He was so good to me. I sure loved him and Grandma Fenn and I loved Aunt Lucy my second grandma. Santa Claus would give us a bag of treats which consisted of popcorn balls, peanuts, homemade and store bought candy on Christmas. We sure had lots of fun at those parties and dances. Grandpa Fenn also gave me a real small pocket knife which I kept for several years.

The first ice cream I ever remember tasting was in Old Mexico on the fourth or twenty-fourth of July. Someone made it and sold it at a Church program. It was made of vanilla, eggs, milk and cream turned in a bucket of ice. That was the best ice cream I ever tasted because it was the first. When it snowed in the winter we had that kind of ice cream. Later when we went to Solomonville, Arizona to live we bought one of those old fashioned ice cream makers.

Dad had a team of horses that he was working with. He took one of them down to the river to water him. The horse kicked him in the chest and knocked him out. Mother saw it happen and ran to get help. He was left unconscious, but he looked dead to me, so I went out behind the cellar and prayed by a rock for him to get aU right. This was the first time that I realized that the Lord would answer my prayers. They sent for the Elders to come and they administered to him. When I got back from praying for him he had opened his eyes and come to.

The tithing house was just a little south of our school house. In those days tithing was paid of one-tenth of all that the people raised, no matter what it was. These items were stored in the tithing house. Sometimes my father paid in cash as he sold some of his products from his ranch for cash.

The outlaw situation got so bad that just before we left Mexico, we moved closer to town and lived with Uncle Alvah and Aunt Carmen Fenn. Aunt Carmen was more religious than Uncle Alvah. Sometimes he liked to gamble a little. One night he came home with a hat full of segritas (cigarettes) and Aunt Carmen opened the stove and poured everyone of them into the fire and ran out of the door. It was dark and she ran up a hill close by, and it took Uncle Alvah half the night to find her. She stuck by her guns in trying to change him until Uncle Alvah became the most religious uncle I had.

In 1912 the Civil War broke out between the Federal government and the rebel in Mexico. The Federals were fighting the Rebels who were fighting for their freedom. One time the Rebels came to our house and ordered Mother to pick some fruit for them. I hid the children in the wardrobe and watched from the door to see what they would do until she returned. We all had to sleep with our guns in our beds at night. Mine was a twenty-two.

One time Pancho Villa came to town with his Rebel band. They came down the street past the school house. The girls in the school and I were playing ball in the school yard. I was out in the field when the Rebel band rode by. Pancho Villa stopped, turned around and rode his horse over to me. He took his hat off and bowed his head towards me. He said, "Little girl, you are the prettiest young lady I have ever seen." He spoke in Spanish, of course. He turned his horse around and went on down the street with his band following him.

First the Rebels came to our town and marched down our streets. They wouldn't pay for much. They took what they could get as they were poor. School was out so we all ran after them. Pancho Villa had a nice band and we followed them down the street, then they left town and marched towards Agua Prieta, Mexico near Douglas, Arizona. There they met the Federals and had a great big battle which killed thousands of people on both sides.

About this time Aunt Sarah Barney left with Orin and Jessie and went to Douglas, Arizona. They took the train to Solomonville, Arizona, where they stayed with Grandpa and Grandma Barney.

In August the Federals came. They were planning on having their next battle there. They set up their cannons on the hills around our town and around our house. They were getting ready to fight and wanted to show their strength to the Rebels. The Mexicans camped all around our house and the soldiers slept in our yard. We saw several armies on the march the day that we left Mexico.

The Church sent a messenger down to Old Mexico to tell all the Saints to come back to the United States. We were glad to be going to see our relatives in the Gila Valley, Arizona.

We left in September just before school started so we didn't miss any school. At the time we left we thought we were only going to be gone until the battle was over. We left everything in the house. When we arrived at Douglas, Arizona, however, the President of the Church sent a letter for us to leave permanently. We never again was able to return to our homes in Mexico. Some of the men and Dad stayed to fed the chickens and cattle and did the other chores.

When we left Mexico we traveled in covered wagons. All our town but a few families and man loaded up their wagons. We put all we could in the wagon: food, bedding, and our clothes. One morning we got in our wagons that we covered with canvas to keep out the sun and rain, and we started to go the fifty miles or more to Douglas, Arizona. We could see the Mexicans with their cannons stationed all around on the hills. The town was full of soldiers waiting for the Rebels to come. Over one hundred wagons took up the line of march. It was a long string of wagons. We could see wagons ahead of us and wagons behind. It made me think of the pioneers crossing the plains. The children were not supposed to look out, but we peeked out all along the road. When we made camp each night we put the wagons in a circle. We made campfires and cooked our evening meal. We had fun playing around the campfires at night. Sometimes we would walk along beside the wagon. We could see hundreds of dead Mexicans piled up in big trenches all along the road. They were burning them. It looked and smelled terrible. We saw some women that were with the soldiers. We saw soldiers from both sides as we went. We passed a lot of dead people along the way as they had a big battle all the way from out of town to Agua Prieta. Just before we crossed the line at Douglas as we were traveling through Agua Prieta, we saw the houses full of bullet holes. It was all so terrible.

When we reached Douglas, we came to a nice place to camp about a mile northwest of town. We parked our wagons and put them in a big circle. This was on a flat strip of ground where there were a few trees and plenty of water with a lot of grass for the horses to graze on. We camped there the rest of the summer.

A branch of the Southern Pacific Railroad ran through Walter Turner Barney's farm separating Franklin Russ Barney's and Hazel Barney Hancock's cotton fields.

WALKING THE RAILS
Walter Turner Barney's Grandchildren Lillie and Hazel and Dyantha Barney liked to walk down the railroad tracks as a shortcut to Lone Star Public School.

Walter 's great-granddaughter Ruth Mae, who lived on this acreage, enjoyed balancing herself by walking on the rails. It was fun to hear the train whistle blow.

One day Walter's great-grandson Russ Barney counted the cars on the train when he was about three-years old. He could count correctly and very high. At the end, he added, "And the smoke one more!"

A MARKED HOME
Speaking of times in the Great Depression, Walter's granddaughter Ruby remembered:
There were so many hobos because we lived very close to the railroad tracks. My dad [Franklin Van Buren Barney] never turned anyone away, but he believed he should do something for them. He'd say, "I have a little wood out there. I'll let you chop some wood. I'll get you something to eat." My mother [Lucy Ann Victoria Lindquist Barney] was such a good cook and so kind that the hobos had made markings on the fence by the railroad tracks near our place to let their fellow hobos know our farm was a favorable place to obtain a good meal.

STALLED ON THE TRACKS!
Story from book "Bess & Chet Forever," by Joy Johnson Heaton & Vi Johnson Lundgren, Family Heritage, 2014, p.61:

One day Fred & Hazel Barney Hancock with their two little girls, Myrtle and Bessie, went after a load of wood in their car, while pulling a trailer. On their way home with the load full of wood, the car stalled on the railroad tracks near Barney Lane. What a place to have trouble!

Usually baby Bessie was in a basket in the back seat, but this time she was sitting on Hazel's lap with little Myrtle beside her. Fred couldn't get it started and a train was coming.

Each jumped out of the car on opposite sides of the tracks before the train smashed into the stalled car and sent chunks of splattered wood and metal in every direction.

Fred and Hazel frantically waited for the train to pass, both wondering if they had all survived! Boy, what a relief when they saw that all of them were safe and no one was injured. It was a miracle!

Did you ever take your Saturday bath,
An' try to wash an' scrub,
While squattin' down on your haunches
In a galvanized washing tub?
If not, then you ain't missed a thing,
But I'm telling you what's right,
I done it until I was almost grown,
And every coining Saturday night.

In summertime it was bad enough,
But in winter it was really rough,
Spreadin' paper, fillin' buckets, and kettles
And all that sorta stuff.
But gettin' ready for that ordeal,
Was only half of the rub,
On takin' a bath on Saturday night,
In a galvanized washin' tub.

Did you ever stand there stripped to the skin.
A woodstove bakin' your hide,
An a-dreadin' to put your foot in,
For fear you'd burn it alive?
Finally you got the temperature right,
And into the tub you'd crawl, ~
That cold steel'd touch your back, __'
And you'd squeal like a fresh stuck hog.

You'd get outta the tub next to the stove,
And stand there drippin' and shakin'
The front of your body's a freezin' to death,
While the back of your body's a bakin',
A-shiverin' and a shakin', a burnin' and a bakin',
That's the price I had to pay,
That awful ordeal will haunt me,
Until I'm old and gray.

I ain't thru yet— there's something else,
That I been wantin' to say,
I was the youngest of all the kids
What bathed each Saturday night,
Now we all bathed according to age,
An I fell last in order,
Which meant I had to wash myself,
An' in that same old dirty water.

I'm a man of clean habits,
An' believe in a bath a week,
It helps ya to keep clean and healthy,
An' it freshens up my physique.
But if I had my druthers,
I'd druther eat a bug,
Then to take my Saturday night bath again—
In a galvanized washin' tub.

Lucy Ann Victoria “Tory" Lindquist was born 28 November 1878 at Koosharem, Utah to Lucy Ann Brown and Victor Eric Lindquist. To the residents in Gila Valley, Lucy Ann Victoria was affectionately known as "Aunt Tory." This was quite an honor. She was recognized and well-known by most of the people in the upper part of the valley.

Victor Eric Lindquist, Tory's father, was of Swedish descent. He was 6' 7" tall, very musical, and a member of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Victor could play many musical Instruments. He even played pretty music on his pocket knife.

Tory's sister, Amelia Annie, died in infancy. When Tory was two years old, her mother Lucy Ann Brown, divorced Victor and later became a wife to John Fenn,
In addition to Tory, John and Lucy Ann had 10 children. Years later Tory went to Salt Lake and saw her father Victor. He wouldn't tell her much about his life. The last she heard of him he had three broken ribs.

Victor's parents, Eric Petersson Lindquist and Anna Sophia Lilja, both joined the
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Sweden and immigrated to Salt Lake City, Utah. Wonderful people, devoted to the gospel, they sold their most valuable possession, a gold watch, to pay for the trip from Salt Lake City to the Logan Temple to be sealed. The Salt Lake Temple wasn't finished yet.

Tory's life was a continuous struggle of trials and tribulations. Tory felt that her stepfather treated her harshly and did not give her a father's love. She made the comment that she would never belong to him. Tory was not allowed to start school until she was rather old. Every night and morning before and after going to school she had to milk seven or more cows.

There were no school busses or buggies, so she walked. There were no blackboards, pencils, paper, pens, erasers, or good seats to sit on. She had to wear boy's shoes, so she waited until everyone was seated and then she'd sneak in and sit down to hide her feet. She was deprived of a good education because she was taken out of school after three years. Her stepfather did not think girls needed an education but wanted his boys to have a good one. She could read and write, but read very little because she lacked books and had poor eyesight.

After being taken from school, she had to work a great deal at home. Tory vowed, "I am going to marry the first man who asks me." This she did. The marriage did not last long.
Tory's dresses were yards and yards of cloth. The sleeves and waists were tight and extended above the hips. Her shoes were high topped, either laced or buttoned.

Tory's hair was thin and light brown. She lived in an age when bobbed hair was almost unheard of. When she was 12, her mother cut her hair. She despised that haircut. After she became a young lady she combed her hair straight back. None of it was allowed to cover her ears. In the center top of her head, all her hair was twisted and pinned with hairpins into a little ball. To augment her thin hair, Tory used a "switch" to wind around the top of her head. This hairpiece was made using her twin daughters Delilah's and Dyantha's cut hair. Her bangs were curled on hairpins. She loved to have her hair combed and gave her children a penny to comb her hair awhile. If they found a gray hair, she wanted it pulled out. Consequently, she hardly had any gray hairs when she died at the age of 56.

Sometimes Tory tended babies in the LDS Temple. There she saw the workers robed in white. Their beauty and purity impressed her young mind and she often thought, "Will Heaven be as beautiful? Will everything look as pure and white and glorious?"

COURTSHIP
Tory had many boyfriends and admirers. Those who remember her in her youth say she was an exceedingly beautiful woman. Tory had several chances to marry. Since the suitors were not members of her church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, she refused to accept most highly. Tory's stepsister, Annie Matilda Fenn, was married to Orin Barney who had a brother named Franklin Van Buren Barney. Tory was living in Utah at the time.

Annie told her that she knew of a good Mormon man who could, if she would let him, make her a fine husband. Annie inquired about Van and learned that he was living in Arizona. Tory and Van exchanged photos. All of their courtship with the exception of two weeks was carried on through correspondence.

Van said, "I first found out if she could obtain a recommend to the temple and then the next thing—I found out how much it would cost to go get her."

Although neither had seen the other face to face, the decision to be married was made. Van traveled to Utah by train to meet his future bride.

When he saw her, he was surprised to find a tall woman weighing one-hundred-and-ninety pounds. No doubt she had never mentioned how much she weighed. According to Van's words, he expected that when he saw his "dream girl," she would be tall and slender.

He asked one question: "Can she be married in the temple?" Two weeks later they were married in the Manti Temple, 18 April 1900.

The newlyweds left immediately for Arizona with Tory’s other admirers standing near the train bidding her good-bye. Tory was 21 years old; Van was 26. Tory appreciated Van very much, as she had been previously married for a short time to a very different sort of man.

Franklin Russ Barney, son:
“My mother had a heart of gold. My heart goes out in gratitude to my mother because she was always trying to do what was right with her children. I used to think that I was her favorite child until I heard others of her children say, 'No,' that they were her favorite child: which goes to show that she had a great love for all of her children and tried to treat them all equally well.

“When I was young, the greatest joy of my life was when my mother would comb my hair with such love—trying to make me feel right. As I reflect upon my mother, I don't think there was any person ever lived that had a heart as good as she had and loved her children and tried to do what was right as she did. She was always very, very understanding of people; although at times she was not too pleasant because she had too much work and distress. My father was very kind to my mother at times, and they got along fairly well. Sometimes they had their differences of opinion.”

Tory rose at 5:00 a.m. and was very energetic, always busy. Even as a young woman she generally took a nap at noon. She made straw hats from wheat straw, manufactured all the soap they used, wove rugs and crocheted lace on a loom. Her son Warren felt she worked herself to death. Her daughter Florance said, "Mother was never idle." (This is the correct spelling of Florance as it appeared on her birth certificate.)

When the children were relaxing, reading, playing the piano, playing games, talking or doing some such thing, she'd be in the kitchen straining the milk or making butter and toiling until ten o'clock at night.

Daughter: "My mother was such a worker that I felt guilty if I wasn't busy around her because she was never still."

In her youth,Tory sang in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. She never had any private music lessons but used to chord on the old organ. Tory loved to hear pretty music. Her daughter Delilah did too, and that is why she liked to sit by her mother in church and listen to her sing.

As Tory had little education, she wanted to be sure her children were well educated. She cried when Warren quit school. After her son Franklin's mission, Tory went to some of the neighbors to borrow money for him to attend school in Tempe, Arizona. When turned down, she was very distressed. She wrote to Delilah who was teaching school in St. David, Arizona. Delilah loaned the money for his college education.

When Tory's children went to school in Thatcher at the Gila Academy, she took them vegetables and fruit and worked hard at peddling to earn the money to buy their books and other things.

Tory loved social life and would sometimes even walk three miles to attend Relief Society or social gatherings. She would hitch up the old buggy and drive to choir practice. Velate said her mother encouraged the children to be on programs. She wanted her children to learn to play the they could play in church and liked to see them perform in public. She loved them to be dressed beautifully.

All 12 of her girls had varying degrees of naturally curly hair. Tory kept her little girls' hair in ringlets and braids. She would dampen the hair and twist it around her finger and make the curls. They wore lots of pretty hair ribbons. She loved family pictures. She worked days to get enough money in order to dress her children in something new and becoming for a studio portrait. Tory was a great hand to barter with the clerks. She'd take a group of her children into the store to buy clothes for them and buy so many that she would ask for a reduction on the price. Usually this was given her as she brought a lot of trade into the store.

Sometimes, when the children needed new shoes, Van or Tory would take an outline of their feet and bring the shoes home to them. One day, Tory came home with some large bib overalls for Velate to wear. Some of the ladies thought it was wrong. Van said, "I'd rather they do that than wear the short dresses the girls are wearing."

Tory always saw that the children had the opportunity to attend the big circuses, parades, church socials, and the like. Once she took all the children to a big three-ring circus. When she bought the tickets, a man asked her if the children were all hers. With, "Yes," as the response, he took them all to an inside tent and gave each a box of Cracker Jacks.

Tory's daughter Velate said her mother did everything she could to let her children know she loved them and had faith in them, "My mom always made us feel important and that we could do anything we wanted to. My sister and I would often sing songs at church programs."

Before Delilah was married, she taught school in St. David. Tory came to visit her and brought a big bouquet of chrysanthemums and a chicken all dressed ready to cook.

Velate told about the time at school when they were putting on a circus. Since she was always clowning around , they chose her to be a clown. There was no money to buy the cloth, so her mother went to their cousin Arthur and asked if Velate could earn money picking cotton after school. With all her mother had to do, she went with Velate and helped her pick the cotton. Velate's sister Hazel sewed up the clown costume for her.

For years Delilah kept the little flower her mother bought for her to wear on her graduation dress. Tory made every effort to attend any program her children were in. Velate and Millie were in a May Day Primary program. Their mother had gone to St. David to visit Delilah. Tory and Van were hurrying back for the performance when the tire fell off the rim of the wheel, making them too late. This saddened Tory who let them know she would have been there if she could. She always tried to encourage her children to develop their talents. Tory died just a few days later.

Walter Batty told of the great love he had for his Aunt Tory. When he used to work up on Grandpa Walter's farm, his aunt would always come out with a glass of lemonade for him. He loved her for it. He remembered what great concern she had for everybody who was in distress. Tory had her portion of distress. Heartburn plagued her and her eyes chronically hurt. She suffered many years with a rupture (hernia). One night she had to go to the hospital with it. She called her children together and told them goodbye. It hurt so badly, she thought she would surely die. The doctor put a truss on he and sent her home.

She had her share of joys also, one of which was to attend the Arizona Temple with her husband for two weeks every summer.

Daughter Velate tells of a humorous, but embarrassing, incident in Tory's life. One day Tory's daughter Hazel and some of the older girls were quilting, and Velate kept bugging them by knocking on the door and making her mother get up.
Tory finally got tired of this, so when there was another knock, she hollered out, "Come in if your nose is clean!"
There was a pause and then the door opened, and Tory's brother whom she hadn't seen in a long time said, "My nose isn't clean but I'll come in anyway!"

Tory's children remember her blue fruit jar of tithing receipts she had for the things she sold. She always let them know how important it was to pay an honest tithe. Franklin said he didn't believe there were' any people who ever had a greater testimony of tithing than his mother and father.

Tory kept daily records of every egg and every vegetable and of everything she sold so she could pay an honest tithe to the Lord. Delilah could never remember them being late to any meeting.

Velate:
When I think of some of the things we did to my mother, I don't know how she lived as long as she did. I remember one of my sisters did something she shouldn't have and my mother was trying to catch her to punish her. The rest of us held hands and made a chain with our hands and arms so she couldn't get to the one she was chasing until the one she was angry with got away and didn't get spanked. My mother would holler at us a lot and we didn't mind her as we should have. She was heavy and couldn't get around very fast, but we never got away from Daddy. When he said anything, we knew he meant it. I don't think he ever spanked anyone.

Warren:
My mother was a 'self starter.' She didn't need a crank. When she was in a crowd of people, she always acted like an angel; but at home she was pretty cranky sometimes. You'd be cranky too, if you had 15 kids to look after! It was a very sad time for me when my mother died in 1935 when I was about 20.

FIRST VAN BARNEY HOMES
Van and Tory lived at the ranch near Solomonville, Arizona, until 8 November 1902, when they set sail with forty families for Guatemala, Central America. They had two small daughters Lillie Emma Barney and Hazel Pearl Barney (a baby daughter, Mabel Rowbotham Barney, had previously died). They had quite a time during the ocean voyage. Nearly everyone became seasick. Van was among the few able to enjoy the good meals which were served. He had lots of fun singing Tory the song, "Life on the Ocean Waves." She didn't feel like listening to him then as she was seasick, so the song only mad her more miserable.

The following record by her Granddaughter 's father-in-law, William Oscar Tyler, in his history, tells about this trip to Guatemala:
“In 1901 we were living back in our old home at Central...Our neighbor, just across the street, induced our family and others, about six families in all, to go with him to Guatemala. He had a brother who had been traveling there for some newspaper. This brother wrote suc h glowing reports about the opportunities, the climate, and the country in general that it seemed a good place to go and build homes.

“Everything was fine as it had been represented. But police protection was lacking for white men. After six months all the company returned except our family. We waited two month s longer expecting Mother's family who were in Mexico to join us. They finally decided not to come, so we packed up and returned.”

The Barney family stayed in Guatemala for about seven months. While there they enjoyed eating the tropical fruits and living in that country where the frost never comes. On 23 May 1903, the y came back to Arizona and lived on the ranch at Solomonville until December 1903.

They then moved to Colonia Morelos, Sonora, Mexico, where Franklin Russ, Dyantha Sarah, and Delilah Matilda were born . They arrived back to the United States in March 1908 and continued to live on the Barney farm at Solomonville where the rest of their children were born, namely : Florance, Warren Earnest, Daniel Ira, Ida, Louis Farr, Clara Ruth , Martha, one daughter still living at age of 91, Velate, and Millie.

The Van Barney family returned to Arizona from Mexico in March 1908, just a short time before others were driven out of Mexico by Poncho Villa. The price of hay had now doubled from $ 6 to $1 2 a ton; wheat was $125 a hundred. After living for six months in a granary at the W. T. Barney store in Glenbar, Arizona, the family moved back to the old house on the ranch of 160 acres near Solomonville, Arizona.

For short, Solomonville wa s called "Solomon" after the town founder. Most of Van and Tory's children were born in an adobe home out on the 160-acre farm, midway between Lone Star and Solomonville. Lone Star wasn't even a wide spot in the road. This farm belonged to Van's father, Walter Turner Barney.

The house was a two-story building with porches on three sides. From the kitchen there was a long stairway leading to the attic. The attic was used for sleeping, storing bottled fruit, broken dishes and such things. This roomy attic was the full size of the house. There were several beds all in a straight row where the older children slept. A window was at each end of the attic. Bottled fruit was stored in a room over the kitchen. Upstairs there was usually a tub with broken beautiful dishes. Van would make root beer in the attic and at night the children could hear the bottles exploding, "Pop! Pop! Pop!"

The house had wooden floors which were mopped with a hand brush and hot soapy water. The kitchen had a white canvas ceiling. Every Saturday the floor was scrubbed until the boards looked white and clean.

Near the iron wood-burning stove, the kitchen had a cabinet for storing pots and pans. The stove had about six lids, a huge warming oven, and a place called a "reservoir" to set pots and kettles. Hot water stayed in the reservoir. Some of the kettles were hung on wall hooks. Many kettles were black and were applied to the first fire with the stove lid removed. The black stove lids were turned over and an old shoe-shining rag was rubbed on them. This was their shoe polish. Black was the color of all their shoes. The kitchen had a large cupboard. The top shelves were filled with very pretty decorative dishes which were used only for company. There was a section for everyday dishes. In the bottom of the cupboard were the milk pans, etc.

Each of the two big bedrooms on the ground floor had a big fireplace. Van didn't always cut all the wood up for these fireplaces. It was such a big job and all he had was a hand saw. So he'd bring in large logs, and after the fire was started with kindling wood and smaller wood, he'd place two logs in the fireplace. As the logs burned down on the large hearth, they would be poked closer to the fire. Sometimes the logs would smoke before someone noticed they needed to be poked u p from the hearth. The bedrooms were unheated. The children would heat bricks on the stove, wrap them in a towel and quickly run into bed and stick their feet up on the towel to keep warm.

Velate:
“We had no heat in the bedrooms, so most of the time in the winter we spent around the kitchen stove or a little wood stove in the dining room. Until I was quite old, I slept in my mother's and father's bedroom. We took our baths in a large tub in back of a stove in the dining room. Not having much water, the cleanest one took a bath first. Hot water was added so we wouldn't freeze. I can only remember taking a bath on Saturday.

“I remember one day, a man came with a battery system that would let us have lights in the house in each room, just by flipping a switch. My, we thought that would be so wonderful, but Dad wasn't able to afford it. A big open well was in front of the house beside the kitchen porch. Water was retrieved out of the well in rope-drawn buckets. This water was used for washing dishes, washing, and house cleaning. A handle was pumped up and down to obtain water from the water pump. The drinking water was hauled in a metal fifty-gallon barrel from the city water of Safford for one dollar a month. At that time, Safford's drinking water was piped down from the Graham Mountains.”

They didn't have any way to cool the house or themselves. Hand fans served for trying to keep cool. They took the fans to church and fanned themselves during the services. Sometimes people used the back of the hymn book or a piece of cardboard. Most stores sold fans or gave complimentary fans with advertisements for their establishments printed on the fans. Especially funeral home s seemed to advertise in church this way.

A great big dooryard extended all around the house. It was of hard-packed gravel and hard-packed dirt. Tory liked this yard to always look clean. They kept it swept with a broom. As the sticks and rocks accumulated in the yard, they were swept into piles. They'd shovel the dirt and sticks and rocks into an express wagon and haul them away from the house. The cellar and two granaries were in a line on the kitchen side of the house. This yard also included all the land in front of these other three building.

PEDDLING
Tory usually raised a very large garden as she peddled the surplus. She dug the holes and the children dropped the seeds. The garden was close to the house and watered every eight days by irrigation. It was soaked deeply and ran down the furrows. She grew lettuce, turnips, carrots, radishes, little onions, corn, beans, etc. The only things bought at the store were sugar, salt, and a little salmon for Van, baking powder—staples—because they grew everything else. Tory longed for pretty flowers. There was one problem. The well water was too hard. She still managed to raise beautiful flowers anyway.

The chickens and turkeys Tory raised were let run all day where they could find plenty of insects and green feed. They cleaned up around the stacks and sheaves of grain. There were chickens all over the place. The children had fun hunting for the nests. They'd find the eggs in the hay barn, out in the grain fields and such places. Many times a mother hen would come from the field with a huge flock of baby chicks. One day a big flood came and about 80 little chicks were drowned. After all her hard work, Tory was broken-hearted, but life went on.

With the peddling money she bought children's clothing, dishes and supplementary food from the store—-ice, cheese, crackers, peanut butter. Eagle Brand milk, etc. Van bought their shoes and paid for school tuition, high school, college books, and supplies. Tory peddled vegetables, fruit, butter, eggs, and various types of farm produce in Safford and Solomonville. The vegetables were washed and bunched. A wet gunny sack was placed over the crates of vegetables to keep them fresh looking. Butter was churned and put into one-pound molds. She took huge loads in crates and stayed in town until her produce was all sold.

Just before a baby was to be born, Tory would send some of the children to town with a buggy load of produce. People didn't buy from them like they were persuaded to buy from her. She peddled to the "Whites" and the Mexicans. Few of the older Mexicans in those day s spoke any English . Tory probably learned some Spanish while she lived in Mexico. She knew enough Spanish to b e understood. She would speak like this, "Come see my load (with gestures they understood). Aqui are huevos for viente y cinco cents." She was an excellent sales woman.

Daughter Florance:
“Once when I went peddling with her, she had me go into the house and ask the lady to buy some apples. She didn't want any. So I asked her to come out to the buggy and see the apples and talk to my mother. The lady looked at the apples and decided she still didn't want any. They were cooking apples and weren't so attractive to the eye. My mother proceeded to tell her how to cook the apples, ‘Bake the apples, smash them and put some sugar and spices on them,’ and then she said, ‘They will be so delicious they will just melt in your mouth!’ Naturally, after her high powered sales talk, the lady bought the apples”.

Delilah said she often went with her mother to sell. They ate cheese and crackers for lunch. Delilah could never eat cheese and crackers without thinking of her mother. Delilah never saw her mother so unhappy as when she found her watermelons had been “plugged” [The watermelon had a rectangular or triangular plug cut out of it with a knife to test if it was ripe.] and ruined.

Franklin:
“At times my mother would talk the Mexican people into buying her eggs, and then some wouldn't pay her which made her very distressed, and she would cry about it. Once when I got money from the eggs I went to Solomonville School. Some of the kids found out I had money. They talked me into buying candy for them. My mother was upset because I had taken the little bit of money she had for taking care of her family, and I had bought candy for the kids."

Tory peddled so long and seemed to enjoy it. After Van bought a car he told her she didn't need to peddle any more with the horse and buggy. The buggy had one seat and the back was constructed like a wagon, but it had side boards so the produce wouldn't fall out. But habits are hard to break, and even when Tory didn't have to peddle she would take butter and eggs in the car and deliver them to a few of her customers.
Van was the kind of husband and father who was not ashamed to b e seen helping about the house and kitchen when the occasion called for it. As Tory was recovering from the birth of one of their children, Van would busy himself in the kitchen helping with the cooking. An excellent cook, he could make deliciously light and tasty bread using potato water.

Van:
“I let her raise chickens, turkeys, melons, and a garden. All the money from her sales is hers to spend as she wants. My wife likes to work outside the house and she likes to peddle; I like to cook and care for sick children and stay more at home. So we often change roles. She likes socials and I like staying home with the small children. So we trade work and she does man's work and I do woman's work. “

COOKING
Tory was a most fancy cook, and the food which she cooked tasted delicious. Apparently she learned to cook while working for her rich Aunt Daisy Brown who lived in Salina, Utah. She made suet, custard , lemon and cream pies, puddings, a variety of coconut and chocolate cakes and cookies, bread pudding, head cheese, corn relish, sausages made of ground beef and pork with sage and other spices. Tory never used a recipe.

Florance:
“I've never tasted anyone's food as good as hers. She never measured anything. She just put in a pinch of this and a pinch of that and she'd sample what she was cooking until it tasted good to her. Her pickles were the talk of the town. She prepared them so many different ways: mustard pickles, dill pickles, salted brine pickles. She furnished pickles for some of the ward parties. Often loose lettuce was eaten with cream, vinegar and a pinch of sugar. She made sauerkraut from cabbage."

With the help of her children she annually bottled over five hundred quarts of fruit, jams, preserves and jellies. She put lots of spices, vinegar and sugar in the food. The fruit was mostly bottled in two-quart jars to provide for the large family. pickled the white cling peaches. From fruit peelings she made jams and jellies. Nothing was wasted. Even if there was an old apple tree with fruit full of worms, they were cut out and applesauce was made. She put up a lot of preserves such as pickled watermelon rind. But most fruit was bottled as fruit.

Her cakes, cookies, pudding s and everything she cooked were highly seasoned. She used lots and lots of sugar which made for a really sweet taste, so sweet that when she died, Van just let the bottled fruit spoil by age in the bottles. Preferring fresh fruit, he never liked to eat things so sweet. Instead of oranges, he chose grapefruit every morning for breakfast.

She dried lots of fruit on the porch of the house. Strips of beef were hung on the clothes line to dry. Warren said she baked 16 loaves of bread at a time. Velate tells of a postum-like drink she mad e by browning, grinding, and steeping wheat and oats. She and Van made delicious hominy frrom scratch out in the yard in a big iron kettle.

While Florance was on her mission, her mother sent her a box of jerky with popcorn in the box. Tory made many popcorn balls which, according to Hazel, were sold at dances. Tory bought big chunks of ice. A chunk was wrapped in a gold quilt and kept on the floor with butter, milk and root beer around it to keep them cold. Later there was an ice box. The ice melted and the water drained out into a pan.

She often made homemade ice cream; it was so sweet. The rock salt used to freeze the ice cream was sometimes saved after the water evaporated. They ate salted soda crackers with the ice cream instead of her sweet cake. Van would say "Give me a hunk of ice, I'd much rather have a glass of cold ice water." Van didn't like rich sweet foods, but Tory did and sometimes she'd say, "I'll eat it if it kills me!"

FOOD
There were many pomegranates. The orchard had peaches, prunes, plums, apples, pears, and apricots. Van used to go through the orchard to locate the first ripe fruit. He'd bring the fruit to the house, be it one piece or two, and with his pocket knife he'd cut the fruit into small pieces and give all a taste. During the summer, when the fruit was ripe, the children went to the orchard, filled their laps with fruit of all kinds and ate the fruit under the fruit trees sitting on the Bermuda grass for their noon meal. When Van sprayed the apple trees, he held the spray nozzle and the children pumped.

Van used to store apples of all kinds out in the granary for the winter months. He swung long boards away from the wall and put the boxes of apples up on them so the mice wouldn't bother the apples. All winter long he'd bring out apples to eat. If any had rotten spots on them, Tory would cut off the spots and put them on a platter on the table. No one could eat a whole apple until all the cut-up ones were eaten. For breakfast the family mostly had cracked wheat cereal and eggs. When they worked in the fields, their big meal was at noon. They'd have just bread and milk with onions or radishes or something out of the garden for supper.

Van always said his family never wanted for anything to eat. Of course, they weren't able to go down to the drug store and have a soda with the kids because that was something they couldn't afford.

When the children came home from school, they were always very hungry because of the three-mile walk. There would invariably be a big kettle of cooked beans, white tasty loaves of bread and butter, apples, sauces and the like to eat. They'd go to the table and eat a s soon as school clothes were changed. After eating they all had work to do such as getting chips and wood for the stove and fireplaces, shucking corn, feeding chickens, shutting chickens up for the night, driving the cows to the corral, milking cows, bringing produce from the fields, etc.

As the big orchard of many varieties of fruit trees died, Van planted a young orchard up near their old house. Warren removed the old house and the trees when they moved to the new house so that he could farm the land easier. There used to be a few acres of swampy land where the water stood after every flood and irrigation. Eventually, that land was leveled, grubbed mesquite trees and farmed. It was just across the canal from where Franklin Russ Barney built his house.

Daughter Hazel:
“One of my childhood memories is my Grandfather Walter Turner Barney’s nice old orchard on the farm where we lived. There were lots of trees in this orchard. There were several varieties of peach, pear, apple, plums, and prunes. They really produced many bushels of fruit each year. We picked tubs of prunes and other fruits. It was at this time of the year that a lot of Dad's folks came to visit. We always made our own vinegar from the apples. We canned all our winter fruit (food) supply from this orchard. We used to make apple cider by the barrelful. My mother sold it to her many friends who bought about anything she could raise or produce from the orchard and farm. Each morning when we opened up the chicken coops, we went to the orchard and picked up the choice, ripe fruit which had fallen from the trees during the night. This fruit was the best to eat because it was tree ripened.”

Lots of sugar cane was raised and they chewed the cane joints, then twisted the joints and sipped the juice. The children helped cut the stalks of sugar cane to make the molasses. Van put the molasses in huge iron kettles an d as the juice boiled down into a thick texture, they continually skimrned the kettle until the thick molasses was made.

The family ate lots of dried beans and Irish and sweet potatoes. They mostly raised their own beans and some potatoes and a few sweet potatoes. The Irish potatoes were prepared many different ways. Usually there was a big kettle of beans on the table. Grandfather Walter Turner Barney jokingly referred to pinto beans as "Arizona strawberries" Once Grandma Lucy Ann Brown Fenn came over to stay with the Van Barney family for awhile. When she gave the blessing on the food, she said, "Bless the beans. " Perhaps she was tired of eating beans, but the rest of the family had a hearty laugh.

The children helped milk the cows. Their cows produced rich milk because they were fed with grain. The family would separate the milk from the cream. They had lots of cream and sold some. Van nearly always washed the separator himself. He wanted to be sure it was had a lot of disks that fit closely together. If they weren't perfectly clean, it might sour the fresh milk. Cream came out the top spout and skim milk out the bottom spout. He always reassembled it properly so it would be ready for the next time. Sometimes the family drank skimmed milk. They always had large bowls of cottage cheese made from the skimmed milk. Salt, black pepper and cream were put on the cottage cheese. They didn't keep all the milk sweet. Daughter Ruby relates: "My dad loved that old clabber milk. He'd put a little sugar on it and eat it with a spoon."

Dyantha, Delilah, and Velate all remember Florance as the “family divider.”Whenever there was anything to be divided among the children, Florance for some reason used to take it upon herself to see that everyone got a n equal share. Always dishing out—seeing that no one took what belonged to another. "I know I always dished out the ice cream but that's all I remember dishing out," says Florance. Ruby remembers how smart her dad was because he said, "The one that divides has to choose last;" so the food was divided very carefully.

Tory collected beautiful glass and pretty earthen dishes. The dishes were breakable and the children broke them. The broken dishes were carried up the long stairs to the attic and put in a large wash tub. They were glued together. Some were re-used when glued. She saved all the broken dishes. Lots of these dishes were premiums put in the top of cereal boxes. A big cupboard with glass doors was filled with beautiful dishes. Every so often they'd take out all the dishes and wash them and make them shine. The prettiest dishes were never used and some were used only when company came. Tory cried when Ruby broke some of her favorite dishes. Ruby jokingly said, "You wouldn't cry that hard if one of us died."

Tory always insisted on having the many window panes washed and shining. The flies were plentiful in those days, and they had to keep the fly specks washed from the windows. Flies were killed by putting out sticky flypaper. The flies lit on the paper and were trapped until they died. Mosquito nets of white were put over the baby's crib to keep out the flies. Cow corrals and orchards weren't too far from the house, so there were lots of flies. Fly swatters were kept handy!

HOLIDAYS
Daughter Velate:
“We had lots of parties—Halloween, school, birthdays, etc. Sometimes they lasted quite late and because we had such a big house, lots of them were held at our home. We really made lots of noise. People used to say, ‘Brother Barney, how can you sleep with all that noise going on?’ His reply was, ‘I can sleep good knowing they are in my home having a good wholesome time.’”

When the children were young, Christmas was very enjoyable. Presents were bought and hid in various places about the house. They used to hunt for them, but didn't dare tell anyone if they found any. The children believed in old Santa Claus and used to watch for him and peek throughcracks in the attic floor to see if they could hear or see him. The two large fireplaces in the Barney home were big enough for Santa to actually come down the chimney, but no one ever saw him do it.

The children hung their stockings by the fireplace and always got a sockfull of candy, nuts, an apple and an orange. They never got many toys as the family was large and there wasn't much money.

Tory’s son Franklin remembers Christmases in his youth, when candy came in buckets, bananas by the whole stock. Santa would always appear at the annual church Christmas program. Sleigh bells would be heard in the distance, then louder and louder until old Santa came in with treats for the children. It was exciting!

About Christmas time every year, Van would buy a 50 to 100 pound barrel of candy. This he would lock up in the granary so the children couldn't get at it. He had huge buckets which were divided into sections of various kinds of candy . Occasionally, he brought the bucket out from a place where he kept it locked and gave all a piece. Van's favorite was those little raspberry candies with the soft centers. One year he told the children: "I saw old Santa Claus going around the corner of the house. I got a whole big gunnysack full of peanuts and a whole bunch of bananas from him." Sometimes they even had coconuts for Christmas.

Delilah:
“We had some happy Christmases— one especially—when we had coconut, twenty-five pounds of candy, about a hundred pounds of peanuts, some nuts, and a whole branch of bananas. This was an entire stock as cut from the tree with many bunches of bananas on it. “

They'd gather a wild tree-like bush. It would be decorated with green and white chains made of drawing paper and popcorn strung on a string. Huge clusters of mistletoe grew as a parasite plant in the large tall cottonwood trees on the farm, so they'd gather mistletoe to make wreaths for the door and windows.

Velate:
“There were several Christmases I remember real well. When I was about eight, my parents had gone to a Christmas program at Layton and we were left at home. I heard a knock on the window, then some noise on the roof, Santa Claus saying, 'I've got a doll and chair if all are asleep.' Boy, did we ever hop into bed! I did receive a doll and chair that year.

“Another time was the only time I remember having a Christmas tree because my mother was given a Christmas tree from the school program. I thought that was so great. We usually received an orange and a little candy on Christmas and New Year's Day.”

The small rural schools had lots of school programs on special days. One Christmas poem was, "Hang up the Baby's Stocking." On Thanksgiving they always sang, "Over the River and Through the Woods, to Grandfather's House We Go." The songs sung at Christmas time were the Christmas carols—not the type of modern songs that are sung today. The carols were sung at school and church gatherings. The carols were a big part of Christmas.

On New Years the children used to make and give presents to each other. There wasn't money to buy them, so the Barney children made lots of valentines to put in the school Valentine Box. They made their own glue from flour and water or the white of eggs which was left in egg shells for glue. Using colored paper, crayons, scissors and paste, pretty valentines were constructed from pictures out of old catalogues or magazines. By light of a kerosene lamp at night they made valentines for hours. Hazel could really make pretty fancy ones. It was fun making the valentines but Florance always longed for a pretty store-bought one like many of the other children had to put in the Valentine Box.

For Easter they dyed eggs and colored them with green grass, herbs, flower petals and colored rags. They never knew just what the eggs would look like when dyed and no two were exactly the same. The farm was just full of good places to hide the pretty colorful Easter eggs. The Saturday before Easter they celebrated with a hay ride. Seneca was a favorite spot where they found watercress to eat. Often they seasoned it with vinegar and sugar. They hid eggs, played baseball, horseshoes, games, etc. They never partied on Easter Sunday.

Always around the 4th or 24th of July or sometime during summer vacation, the Barneys went to Stockton Pass. The y camped out for two or three days and gathered acorns. Food really tasted good u p there. On the 24t h of July, the Barneys always went to Thatcher or Pima to celebrate the pioneers arrival in Salt Lake City. It was a real big day. On the 4th and 24th of July, they churned homemade ice cream. Once in awhile, they'd get soda pop. Boy, they really thought it was something to get a 1-cent all-day sucker. They mad e it last all day. The suckers were bigger than what we have now. Sometimes they'd put it in water and have some punch to drink. One year an apostle, George Albert Smith, came to the celebration. He was so kind and loving and shook everyone's hand. He was so friendly.

Since the family raised them, turkeys were the main course for Thanksgiving dinner. The only time the dining room was used was for Thanksgiving,According to daughter Velate: “Thanksgivings were always something. My mother was such a good cook. We'd sit out on the porch, smelling the good smells and they just kept saying, 'Wait a little while.'" The food, and anything that they weren't supposed to get into, was kept in a locked room along with the cream that was later churned into butter.

Daughter:
“My mother would start cooking about a week before Thanksgiving; and I'll tell you, we would invite Hazel and everybody down. Mother would make about three or four different kinds of pies, cakes—she'd have a chocolate cake, a coconut layer cake—she would cook and cook and cook for Thanksgiving and that was really something to remember. How we always enjoyed that meal! She would really work and work. Her lemon meringue pies were wonderful. We'd grate the rind. Oh, yes, she was a good cook! We had a big dining room table and we'd put the ironing board between chairs and sit on that, any place we could find to sit. But there were too many for us to sit down all at once. We ate in relays. The kids ate first and then all of the grownups. We used to eat so much we couldn't hold any more. We would run around the house so we could start over.

“My mother, Tory, was an absolute jewel. Our cotton pickers sometimes picked way into November because they had to go back and glean the cotton and pick it a couple of times. My mother was so good to the cotton pickers. I remember on Thanksgiving she would either invite them over to dinner or she would take a plate out to them in the field. Once when the cotton was all in my mother said, ‘I want you all to come to the house tonight. We're going to have a party. We're going to celebrate getting this cotton picked.’ So we rolled up the linoleum off the living room and dining room floors. Cornmeal was sprinkled on the hardwood floors. My sister Martha played the piano and we had a big dance. My mother loved a party!”

WASHING AND IRONING
The well water was so hard, you could chew it. Sometime s Ruby would be so thirsty from working in the fields that she'd drink a quart, often holding her nose while she drank it. Tory made the wash soap from lye and lard. Sometimes Tory would pour lye right into the wash water. This made the water so soft that the scum with the dirt rose to the top and was skimmed off.

She put the ingredients in the big washtub. The white clothes were boiled. When the soap was made it was cooled and cut with a butcher knife into bars. All clothes were scrubbed on a washboard. They'd put soap on the clothes while they were on the washboard, then take their hands and move the clothes in the soapy hot water up and down the board. Sometimes they scrubbed until the skin peeled off their knuckles and their hands looked white and wrinkled.

They usually had only one change of everyday clothes, so they'd wear their clothes for a week. Some of them would get rather dirty, and it was a difficult task to remove all the dirt. Usually the day before washday, they would sort the clothes. The ones that were soiled the most would be soaked all night in cold water. That would make the dirt come off easier. The clothes were washed, then boiled outside in a tub of soapy water, next rinsed in a tub of cold water.

Each piece was wrung by hand and placed in another tub of cold water which had “blueing.” Blueing served to brighten and whiten. At first they used blueing balls about the size of marbles. They were placed into a white rag tied with a white string. This strained the blueing so there wouldn't be chunks to stripe the clothes. Later the blueing was bought already dissolved in liquid form and sealed in small bottles. Just a few drops of this blueing sufficedThe clothes were put in one at a time, rinsed quickly up and down and again wrung out by hand.

Then they were hung up to dry. Usually there wasn't enough clothesline, so some clothes were hung on wire fences, or even on mesquite bushes near the house. Often they washed in the ditch water. The water, when it was clear, was softer than the well water. The clothes came clean easier and faster in soft water. They put the water in wash tubs at night and let the sediment settle until morning.

The pillow cases, tablecloths, and all outside clothing worn was ironed on an ironing board. The irons were placed on the wood stove until hot enough to press out the wrinkles. Some of the irons had steel handles, and a cloth was used to keep the hot iron from burning the hand. Other irons had wooden handles to clamp onto the iron to lift it up from the hot stove. Usually there was a heaping tub of clothes to iron each week. This was a tiring task as they stood all the time while ironing. Turns were taken ironing and washing. The clothes were then hung all around the room to thoroughly dry and then folded and put away into drawers. There were no clothes hangers.

Nightgowns or white sheets were lacking. They slept on blankets. When the children were small they wore long-sleeved and long-legged white cotton underwear in the winter time. Over the underwear warm, black or tan cotton stockings were worn.

When Tory's children wanted to tease her or get her attention they would call her by her full name, “Lucy Ann Victoria Lindquist Fenn Rowbotham Barney.”

SEWING
Hazel did all her mother's sewing as Tory always complained of her eyes hurting so badly that they felt like they would drop right out of her head. People in those days didn't have their eyes examined by doctors. She read very little. Florance can never remember seeing her read anything. She always had her girls thread the needle for her. Van loved to tease his wife and children. Sometimes when Tory would be sewing on the treadle machine, he would grab the wheel so she couldn't sew. The machines were peddled by foot.

Hazel had one dress pattern which fit her mother. From this one pattern she made all her mother's dresses. Hazel made the dresses different by adding lace, tucks, seams, yokes down the front of the dress, ruffles, rick rack and other colors of cloth or a different type of collar. The material used was so varied in color and design that no one ever suspected the pretty dresses were made from one basic pattern. Dyantha remembers: “Hazel was very good help to us as we were growing up. She could really sew and made us girls dresses. She could look at a picture in a magazine or catalogue and make a dress like the picture."

Daughter:
“The first dress I ever sewed cost 27 cents for the material. I ordered it from a catalogue for nine cents a yard. I had to redo the sleeve as I cut out two right sleeves. I starched the belt so heavily it was stiff as a board.”

Of course while Tory worked in the kitchen or washed clothes on the washboard her sleeves were always rolled u p to the elbows.

MOTHER'S DEATH
Dyantha and Florance were on missions when their mother died.
Florance:

“About six months before my mission concluded I went to El Paso for a Regional Mission Conference. President Harold Pratt let me stop off in Safford for a day while en route to El Paso. My father and mother came to the bus station. My mother had a big dinner prepared for me. This was the last time I ever saw my Mother.

“My father wrote to me right before Mother had the stroke and said that she had just had all her remaining teeth (nine) pulled out. Perhaps it was too much poison absorbed by her system all at once which helped cause her early death. She had been having dizzy spells a few times before she had the stroke. One day she was working in the garden and felt dizzy and Father sent her to the house. In those days not much was understood concerning how to prevent strokes and of course Father didn't believe in doctors and seldom went. Lack of money could have been one of his problems.

“Next, I received a letter from my father telling me that Mother had a stroke. I once knew a lady who suffered from a stroke for over ten years. From then on she acted, talked and played like a small child. So when I heard of my mother having a stroke I was greatly concerned about her. After I had prayed, it was told to me, not out loud but as though a voice had spoken out loud. This impression said to me, ‘She is dead now.’
“The next day I received a letter from my father telling me that Mother was dead and buried. She was buried on Mother's Day, 1935, so I recall. “

The following is quoted from the letter Van wrote Florance about her mother's death:
“Mother had a stroke and lived only 29 hours. Her funeral was held in the Layton Ward. They sure did have sweet singing. We had her dressed sure sweet and she looked so pleasant. About a week ago she said that when she died she wanted Bishop J. R. Welker to preach at her funeral. So I asked for President Payne and Brother Welker to preach. Payne had gone to St. David to preach. So I had them to get President William Ellsworth.
“They all spoke good of Ma and my family. Couldn't have said better things about anyone. Ma always wanted to have a big crowd to her funeral. She surely did have it. The house was plumb full. The Solomonville house wouldn't have held them all. They surely did have pretty flowers. Everyone treated us as good as they could. Her teeth were pulled out on the first of May. She was buried on the 10 of May”

One of the youngest daughters was present when her mother died and gives the following account:
“She was making some oyster stew for my father. I had gone to the field to call him for lunch. When we got back she was the floor midway between the stove and the table, the dish broken and lying beside her. The doctor worked with her but said she would be paralyzed if she lived. She died the next day, never regaining consciousness.

“I remember the Relief Society women came and helped with everything. There were so many people at the funeral. The love expressed for "Aunt Tory" was a fitting close to such a noble life.

“What a hard thing for me, a 14-year-old girl, to realize she was physically gone from my life forever. How empty the house would be without her! The responsibilities I would have with two younger sisters, Velate and Millie. How my father would try to be both Mother and Father to us and what a good job he did. I am grateful for both my parents and the wonderful values of life they taught me. I hope I will always be a credit to their names.
“Mother must have had really high blood pressure, but in those days, nobody went to the doctor unless they were dying. So she really didn't know. Mother had a hard life all her life. That's why I felt so badly when she died when she did because she had all those years of washing on a washboard and the family finally got a gas washer and we finally got electricity. Just when things were getting easy, she died.”

Velate:
“Another sad thing I remember was my mother died just after school was out. The only dress I had that wasn't worn out was a green dress I made in homemaking. It wasn't the best fitting, but I had to wear it.

“School had just gotten out and we were washing clothes and my mother went in to fix some oyster soup for our dinner. I went in to ask her something and she was lying on the floor with crackers all around her.

“I hurried out and got my dad. He sent me to get my brother, Franklin. I ran in the field and couldn't find him, so I brought Warren. My father was upset. He said, "I told you to get Franklin." I didn't realize until later that Franklin ha d the Melchezidek Priesthood and Warren was a priest and couldn't help him administer to Mama.

“My mom had a stroke and never recovered from it. The doctor told Daddy, ‘Don't pray for her to live. If she does, she'll be an invalid and won't be able to speak, etc.’ Of course, Dad prayed for the Lord's will to be done. I don't know how long she lived, but it wasn't too long.

“I remember how sad I was and I remember the times I hadn't been as nice to her as I should have been and not appreciated all she did for me. The thing I remember most is a statement I said to her before she died. I was upset about something, and she said something about me not appreciating her and how could I get along without her. And I said I'd do fine, and then I found out how wrong I was.

At the death of my mother, how kind the Relief Society ladies were! They brought so much food, scrubbed the floors on their hands and knees with Lysol. My father didn't want my mother's body to be embalmed, because that was something new. So they laid her on the big dining room table and put ice around her. Because of that, she had to be buried right away. Therefore, her funeral was on Sunday, Mother's Day.

“There were so many flowers at the stake house in Thatcher where the funeral was held. There were so many people there that they couldn't all get into the church house. [As Tory's husband Van reported: "The church house was plumb full!"] Many of the people that she sold veggies to and bartered with, Mexicans and everyone, were there. She was known throughout the whole valley, peddling her wares to help her children go to college, etc.

“I remember the night of her funeral waiting up and hearing my father praying to Heavenly Father and the faith he had in him. He said, ‘Heavenly Father, I don't know why you have taken my wife, but I sure need your help to raise these children I have to raise by myself.’ It was hard on us because we had to learn to iron, wash, clean house, etc., but since Mama couldn't have many in the kitchen, she did all the cooking and bread making. My father had to do the bread making until we learned. He also ground wheat and made the cereal for our breakfast.

“My father taught us how important prayer was. If we were late getting up and only had time to fix lunch, and had a choice of eating breakfast or having prayer, Dad said it was more important to have prayer. Several times, we went to school without breakfast.
“I also remember how much I loved homemade sausage. We didn't get it often. The only time when we got it was when a hog was butchered. We usually had peanut butter sandwiches for lunch at school, and this day I was going to have a sausage sandwich. All morning, I could hardly wait for lunch. When I got there, someone had eaten my sausage. I was really sad.

“We always had plenty of apples as my father had an apple orchard, all varieties. When my mother died, I had two sisters on a mission, Dyantha and Florance. My father didn't let them know about it until Mom was buried because he didn't want it to interrupt their missions. “

After Tory died, Van really took over at home cooking, even quilting quilts on the sewing machine. Still at home were Warren, age 25 ; Louis, age 20 ; Clara, age 18 ; Martha, age 16; Still living daughter. age 14; Velate, age 12; and Millie, age 10.

Warren said the last words his mother spoke were, "COME TO DINNER!" A fitting end to a noble life of service.

Lucy Ann Victoria's maiden name by birth was LINDQUIST. Her parents divorced a few years after their civil marriage. Lucy was 5 years old when her mother married John FENN. This is why in some records (Diaz Mexico, especially) her name appears as FENN, and in others as LINDQUIST. The Koosharem Ward Record (microfilm #26059 @ FHL in SLC, Utah has no record of Lucy Ann Victoria or her mother, but has records of other Lindquists.) She never was adopted. She was born as Lucy Ann Victoria Lindquist.
"Trial of Faith Zion," by Martha Jane Ray Foote, 1997, has 405 pages of family history and genealogies on the Fenn, Sorensen, and Brown Families.
Jennifer Echols Fenn

Lucy Ann Victoria Lindquist was sealed to her mother, Lucy Ann Brown, and to her mother's second husband, John Fenn on 17 Oct 1888 in the Manti Temple. She was later sealed to her birth father, Victor Erick Lindquist and to her mother, Lucy Ann Brown, on 16 Jan 1998 in the Arizona Temple.

Her stepfather is John FENN . Her biological father is Victor Erik [Erik Victor] LINDQUIST, born 27 Jan 1855, Stockholm, Stockholm, SWEDEN. John FENN was born 2 Apr 1854, Eaton Bay, Bedfordshire, England. Both lines, (i.e., the blood line Lindquist and the Fenn line) are attached to Lucy Ann Victoria Lindquist Fenn. "Trail of Faith Zion," by Martha Jane Ray Foote, 1997, has 405 pages of family history and genealogies on the Fenn, Sorensen, and Brown Families. "Tory's" son Franklin Russ Barney stated that his mother said she never wanted to belong to John Fenn to whom she was sealed as a child because of his harsh treatment of her.

Her stepfather is John FENN . Her biological father is Victor Erik [Erik Victor] LINDQUIST, born 27 Jan 1855, Stockholm, Stockholm, SWEDEN. John FENN was born 2 Apr 1854, Eaton Bay, Bedfordshire, England. Both lines, (i.e., the blood line Lindquist and the Fenn line) are attached to Lucy Ann Victoria Lindquist Fenn. "Trail of Faith Zion," by Martha Jane Ray Foote, 1997, has 405 pages of family history and genealogies on the Fenn, Sorensen, and Brown Families. "Tory's" son Franklin Russ Barney stated that his mother said she never wanted to belong to John Fenn to whom she was sealed as a child because of his harsh treatment of her.

"When the children were young, Christmas was very enjoyable. Presents were bought and hid in various places about the house. They used to hung for them, but didn't dare tell anyone if they found any The children believed in old Santa Claus and used to watch for him and peek through cracks in the attic floor to see if they could hear or see him. The two large fireplaces in the Barney home were big enough for Santa to actually come down the chimney, but no one ever saw him do it. The children hung their stockings by the fireplace and always got a sock full of candy, nuts, an apple and an orange. They never got many toys as the family was large and there wasn't much money. Franklin remembers Christmases in his youth, when candy came in buckets, bananas by the whole stock. Santa would always appear at the annual church Christmas program. Sleigh bells would be heard in the distance, then louder and louder until old Santa came in with treats for the children. It was exciting.

About Christmas time every year, Van would buy a 50 to 100 pound barrel of candy. This he would lock up in the granary so the children couldn't get at it. He had large buckets which were divided into sections of various kinds of candy. Occasionally he brought the bucket out from a place where he kept it locked and gave all a piece. Van's favorite was those little raspberry candies with the soft centers. One year he told the children: " I saw old Santa Claus going around the corner of the house. I got a whole big gunnysack full of peanuts and a whole bunch of bananas from him." Sometimes they even had coconuts for Christmas.

Delilah: "We had some happy Christmases--one especially--when we had coconut, twenty-five pounds of candy, about a hundred pounds of peanuts, some nuts, and a whole branch of bananas. This was an entire stock as cut from the tree