tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6734548905670970792024-03-13T11:05:28.873-07:00LeRoy and Vera HuberFollowing the paper trail of our family history.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger143125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-41858949419428206902014-12-29T17:25:00.002-08:002014-12-29T17:26:43.594-08:00Doug & Rhea get together<div style="text-align: center;">
Rhea is a daughter to Roy and Vera.<br />
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This video was put together rather hastily for a Christmas surprise this year. I'd collected the photos and interview footage in previous months and years before, and I'd always MEANT to assemble something up this avenue, but never got around to it. I'm glad I finally did. :)</div>
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/115353824">Doug & Rhea get together</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user8818803">Sare & Jamo</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.</div>
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Password hint:</div>
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What is the name of Doug & Rhea's baby of the family? </div>
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(Caps sensitive)</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-48447535176446994432014-04-25T09:08:00.000-07:002014-04-25T09:09:45.675-07:00Photo of Doris and Ardith<div style="text-align: center;">
This is a photo of Vera's sister, Doris, and Vera's sister-in-law, Ardith.</div>
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Somehow I missed posting this one earlier.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Doris Taylor and Ardith Huber<br />From the personal albums of Clayton Huber</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-47972524035969094582014-02-26T13:41:00.003-08:002014-02-26T13:42:01.657-08:00Photos of June<div style="text-align: center;">
Roy and Vera's eldest daughter was named June.</div>
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The following are a selection of photos of her in her youth.</div>
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(I apologize in advance for the quality on some of these. Some of them were taken haphazardly from negatives or with prehistoric scanners...)</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby June<br />
From the personal albums of Clayton Huber</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June with bonnet<br />
From the personal albums of Clayton Huber</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Possibly younger June at Taylor property<br />
From the personal albums of Clayton Huber</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June Huber<br />
From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June Huber<br />
From the personal albums of Shirley Jensen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June drying her hands<br />
From the personal albums of Clayton Huber</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Likely June with bike on road<br />
From the personal albums of Clayton Huber</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June Huber on lawn<br />
From the personal albums of Clayton Huber</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June Huber<br />
From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June Huber, 1940s<br />
From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June caught on barbed wire- Lapoint, 1940s<br />
From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">June in front of house<br />
From the personal albums of Clayton Huber</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Sincerely, June"<br />From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-91583696502318838442014-01-29T13:38:00.001-08:002014-01-29T13:39:17.099-08:00Leslie Taylor in photos<div style="text-align: center;">
Leslie Taylor was one of Vera's brothers.</div>
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The following are a handful of photos regarding him that I haven't yet posted.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Travis Neilson and Les Taylor"<br />
From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Audrey, Maxine, and Les"<br />
From the personal albums of Althea Jensen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Les, Audrey, and Maxine at Christmas time"<br />
From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Audrey and Les Taylor"<br />
From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-43509130245143171452014-01-13T10:21:00.003-08:002014-01-13T10:22:41.336-08:00Aunt Ardith Huber<div style="text-align: center;">
Ardith Huber was Roy's sister-in-law</div>
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She married Roy's brother, Frank.</div>
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The following are a handful of photos I have on her and her daughter, Kathryn, outside their home in Lapoint, UT that have not yet been posted. They were found in the personal albums of Rhea Merkley.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ardith and Kathryn</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ardith and Kathryn</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-38688963248503514382014-01-08T10:34:00.001-08:002014-01-08T10:35:12.913-08:00Vera Huber funeral address<div style="text-align: center;">
The following are pages of the funeral address given at Vera's funeral in 1990, by her son, Clayton. It was found in the personal albums of Doris Sessions.</div>
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As it's rather lengthy I won't transcribe it here, but feel free to click on the page images and read it at your leisure.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">p.1</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">p.2</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">p.3</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">p.4</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">p.5</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-3840243093840621162013-12-16T10:16:00.001-08:002013-12-16T10:17:52.468-08:00Roy & Ethel Taylor family photo<div style="text-align: center;">
LeRoy Taylor was one of Vera's brothers.</div>
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The following is a photo of his own family (i.e. Vera's nieces and nephews)</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Roy and Ethel Taylor family<br />
BACK Phyllis, Carol, Ethel, Roy, Ina<br />
FRONT Glade, Howard, Ray, Max"<br />
From the personal albums of Carol Liddell</td></tr>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-42933942072132417432013-12-14T10:18:00.002-08:002013-12-14T10:19:31.213-08:00Roy Taylor death particulars<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Roy Taylor was Vera's father.</div>
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The following is a brief written memory of Roy from his grandson, Gene, and gives further details surrounding his death.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the personal albums of Gene Nyberg</td></tr>
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<u>Writing transcribed:</u><br />
<i>"I was ordained a Deacon by my Grandfather Taylor, Dec. 21, 1941. He was always "Papa" to Loa and I. We were with him so much when we were kids and heard the family call him Papa, so we called him Papa too.</i><br />
<i>He said the opening prayer to the Christmas party Fri. Dec. 19, 1941. Ordained me a Deacon on Sunday, the last church ordinance he performed.</i><br />
<i>He died the next Friday Dec. 26, 1941, of a heart attack. He went out to close the chicken coop door after the chicken's had gone to roost. When my grandmother opened the door, he was lying in the yard on his face. She got a pillow and a blanket and went out, turned him over, put the pillow under his head, covered him up and ran to her son Rex's place a half mile away. There was snow on the ground. She was so out of breath all she could say was, "Rex come quick". She didn't think Papa was dead. Rex and George Walkup took her back home and got Papa in the house. He was dead."</i><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*Spelling and punctuation adjusted by me.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-85698376277352863512013-12-09T10:52:00.000-08:002013-12-09T10:52:27.340-08:00Photos of Della<div style="text-align: center;">
Della Taylor Nyberg was one of Vera's sisters.</div>
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The following are a handful of photos of JUST her that have not been posted yet.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Della clowning around<br />From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray<br />Newspaper source unknown</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the personal albums of Althea Gray</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-78763293716414820912013-12-04T12:19:00.002-08:002013-12-04T12:20:47.722-08:00Roy with mother and posterity photo<div style="text-align: center;">
The following photo is of Roy with his visiting mother, and a handful of Grandma Maggie's grandkids.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kathryn with Grandma Maggie, Roy holding baby, Larry with Rhea directly behind him<br />From the personal albums of Kathryn Walker</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-3048623027658679902013-12-03T12:57:00.000-08:002013-12-03T12:58:14.749-08:00Photos of Rex Taylor<div style="text-align: center;">
Rex Taylor was one of Vera's brothers.</div>
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The following are a couple of photos of him that have not yet been posted.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Young Rex Taylor<br />
From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rex Taylor<br />
From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-49085203662385580052013-12-02T13:59:00.000-08:002013-12-02T14:00:16.273-08:00Vera Huber written tribute poem<div style="text-align: center;">
The following is a Tribute written about Vera Huber at the time of her death.</div>
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The writer is unknown, but it was found in the personal albums of Doris Sessions.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not transcribed but still easily read by clicking on the image.</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-5909441955642139512013-11-27T12:23:00.003-08:002013-11-27T12:24:27.339-08:00Elmer Huber in a few photos<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="text-align: center;">Elmer Huber was Roy's eldest brother.</span></div>
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The following are a handful of assorted photos that include Elmer in them.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elmer Huber seated and Clarence Yake standing<br />Clarence is one of Elmer's cousins (their moms were sisters)<br />And this is the only known photo I can find of Clarence<br />It was apparently taken in New York City in 1919 as they were making their way home from their service in Europe during WWI.<br />From the personal albums of Shirley Jensen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Elmer Huber on Midway porch"<br />From the personal albums of Kathryn Walker</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elmer Huber in uniform<br />From the personal albums of Shirley Jensen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Elmer Huber in WWI<br />Rather poor photocopy quality, but better than nothing, eh?<br />From the personal albums of Rhea Huber</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-66798161707854760012013-11-22T13:14:00.000-08:002013-11-22T13:17:43.438-08:00Letter to Elmer from his mother<div style="text-align: center;">
Elmer Huber was Roy's eldest brother.</div>
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The following is a letter addressed to Elmer and his family from his mother, Maggie Huber. It was written in 1933 while Maggie was living in Midway, UT.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the personal albums of Shirley Jensen</td></tr>
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<u>Letter transcribed:</u><br />
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<i>"Midway Wed 14th 1933</i></div>
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<i>Dear Elmer and all-</i></div>
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<i>Just a line. Find enclosed your Insurance Receipt. Mine and Yours came together. Thanks a lot. Thought I would tell you not to bother to come after me, at the end of the week. I know you are all too busy watering and everything and even to write a line, so if Mr. Tut will call for me sometime this summer it will be all right. I can't hardly leave either- everything will burn up (in) this hot weather. I sprinkle every afternoon from 4 to six just had the lot turned 13th 2 to 4 a.m. Steele turned it in for me. Sure been hot the last few days. Guess you will soon be cutting hay. How are all the kiddies and everybody? I have some beautiful flowers out now- would love to hand all the girls a beautiful bouquet of lilies, honeysuckle, and pansies, they are just grand now. I won't get my R.F.C. 'til the end of the week if then- they cut everybody this month so I guess it won't be much I get, but I already drew it out at Bonners. I had to get a shovel an ax handle, and other things to eat, so all I have to do is to turn (it) all in. Some of the men have gone to the Forests to work. Times don't seem much better yet. Guess you saw where Geo. Remmond and Cynthia ? Schear eloped and got married.</i></div>
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<i>Also where Paul Clark got a divorce from Polly. She is all broke up about it, but said she would be a good sport and make the best of it. Don't know the reason. She was up Sunday. Clynton and Verda have gone down to Bountiful for a month to pick berries. Steele has made his place nicer than ever this Spring. That's all he does though- work in his garden and flowers. Had a fine trip to Salt Lake last week but was awful tired 2 days after. Got me some glasses for my eyes and Shirley a little apron was all I bought. </i></div>
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<i>Must close for this time. Hope to hear from you soon. </i></div>
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<i>Love to all,</i></div>
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<i>As ever Mother</i></div>
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<i>Shirley (XO)</i></div>
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<i>Merlin (XO)"</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">*Spelling, grammar, and punctuation corrected wherein I was aware.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-54538215102905525402013-11-20T10:19:00.000-08:002013-11-20T10:19:59.400-08:00Huber sister-in-laws at family reunion<div style="text-align: center;">
The following is a photo of Vera and her Huber sister-in-laws at a family reunion.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"STANDING Irva<br />SEATED Ardith, unknown, Vera"<br />From the personal albums of Margaret Walton</td></tr>
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The unknown lady in the middle looks familiar, but I can't place her. If anyone can identify her, please leave a comment on this post. Thanks.</div>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-80480853037923318912013-11-12T15:32:00.001-08:002013-11-12T15:32:46.839-08:00Zelma goes beyond 90 years old<div style="text-align: center;">
Zelma T Jensen Miner was Vera's eldest sister.</div>
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She lived to be 92 years old, so her last few birthdays were reasons to celebrate. The following are items relating to those momentous occasions.</div>
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Zelma with 90th birthday cake:</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdE1U5rQ1QTmsdZCT0Vs02LA8y-vtoFqTosKb3xUppoT7zykF89U1ytYrWDhudvsFg7FUkqgjyPUrnHZHk1jgI9ENwOkKHLQ8Y_7ryMgqtaNQy78NApixf3ff_bqsXaLH4qUW0PGCZoW5/s1600/zelma06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrdE1U5rQ1QTmsdZCT0Vs02LA8y-vtoFqTosKb3xUppoT7zykF89U1ytYrWDhudvsFg7FUkqgjyPUrnHZHk1jgI9ENwOkKHLQ8Y_7ryMgqtaNQy78NApixf3ff_bqsXaLH4qUW0PGCZoW5/s320/zelma06.jpg" width="222" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9vS30Vwdl6IQqXuNuL0H6NzYGhAiXApRhcfWwm8La6v0LPrkp8JF8sy8bFgi63d5olyEsOQSVf1Uf2HvzqXm9BocWXMrEcPaeTrrbYAT6fbL1I9fJ0Z01YZwooZ8BcK0_rh0uVBf4XM7/s1600/Zelma+91st+birthday%3f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif9vS30Vwdl6IQqXuNuL0H6NzYGhAiXApRhcfWwm8La6v0LPrkp8JF8sy8bFgi63d5olyEsOQSVf1Uf2HvzqXm9BocWXMrEcPaeTrrbYAT6fbL1I9fJ0Z01YZwooZ8BcK0_rh0uVBf4XM7/s320/Zelma+91st+birthday%3f.jpg" width="310" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the personal albums of Althea Gray</td></tr>
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Party invitation to 91st birthday:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the personal albums of Althea Gray</td></tr>
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Written greetings from siblings:</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-z66t2IhyphenhyphengSaPd-Q3A1h27gzqrfC_ZlWYxOgEKmiCN9HVOc_l6m0VMzFlsPMMqRPk7lbpcwi-XfOlW_LhK041EztPWHLNZW8mUdgjd5Q9z7b1ddT385AlrTV_sU2Gk2-lFVju2AZX0c_/s1600/91st+birthday+letter+to+Zelma+from+Della,+Vera,+and+Doris-+from+Althea+Gray+album,+April+2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif-z66t2IhyphenhyphengSaPd-Q3A1h27gzqrfC_ZlWYxOgEKmiCN9HVOc_l6m0VMzFlsPMMqRPk7lbpcwi-XfOlW_LhK041EztPWHLNZW8mUdgjd5Q9z7b1ddT385AlrTV_sU2Gk2-lFVju2AZX0c_/s320/91st+birthday+letter+to+Zelma+from+Della,+Vera,+and+Doris-+from+Althea+Gray+album,+April+2012.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthday letter from Della, Vera, and Doris<br />From the personal albums of Althea Gray<br />Not transcribed due to personal content within</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthday card from Sherman<br />From the personal albums of Althea Gray<br />Not transcribed due to personal content within</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-90393926281487751092013-11-11T09:05:00.001-08:002013-11-11T09:05:52.795-08:00George & Della Nyberg history<div style="text-align: center;">
Della Taylor Nyberg was one of Vera's sisters.</div>
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The following is a personal history, written by Della, found in the personal albums of Gene Nyberg.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Scanned pages of George & Della Taylor Nyberg history.</td></tr>
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As there are still individuals in the document that are still alive, I will not transcribe the record at this time, but I have a transcribed copy of it ready to go, so when the time comes I will post it here.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George and Della Nyberg, 1944<br />
From the personal albums of Gene Nyberg</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-66224434924600931172013-11-08T10:44:00.001-08:002013-11-08T10:45:03.102-08:00Coy Hayward newspaper profile<div style="text-align: center;">
Coy Hayward was Vera's brother-in-law, married to Vera's older sister, Cora.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coy Hayward<br />Found in the personal albums of Gene Nyberg<br />Image cropped from a larger photo</td></tr>
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Coy and Cora never had any living children, but they were definite movers & shakers in their community of Bountiful, Utah in the mid-20th century.</div>
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The following is a local newspaper clipping of a personality profile, focused on Coy Hayward, his history, and his impact on the community. As it's rather lengthy I won't transcribe it here, but it should still be fairly legible to those interested in reading it.</div>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;">Part One:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs65W4BPejYOvCjeCcXEPVU4tj3nV5Xewsl8kAqjRFyQ6qKY5WoxWg_P2u7hCYoqRNpa1J9W-60vZvT48_LyhrL_4ojFkipcloFQbYayWaT_U4iK-YVKj8F_p6TriwXf5JSOwk4dnvUORE/s1600/Coy+Hayward+profile-+Davis+County+Clipper+1969,+Jun+6,+p18-+Nyberg+albums,+May+2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs65W4BPejYOvCjeCcXEPVU4tj3nV5Xewsl8kAqjRFyQ6qKY5WoxWg_P2u7hCYoqRNpa1J9W-60vZvT48_LyhrL_4ojFkipcloFQbYayWaT_U4iK-YVKj8F_p6TriwXf5JSOwk4dnvUORE/s320/Coy+Hayward+profile-+Davis+County+Clipper+1969,+Jun+6,+p18-+Nyberg+albums,+May+2012.jpg" width="223" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SOURCE: Davis County Clipper 1969, Jun 6, p.18<br />Found in the personal albums of Gene Nyberg</td></tr>
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Part Two:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">SOURCE: See indication above</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-33921155345559924932013-11-06T13:48:00.001-08:002013-11-06T13:48:38.447-08:00Photo of Roy, Roxa, and Cora<div style="text-align: center;">
This is a photo of Vera's parents, Roy and Roxa Taylor, and Vera's older sister, Cora.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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My intuition tells me that this photo was taken at a Taylor family reunion- meaning, Roy Taylor's enormous family of brothers and sisters and all their kids. I say this because the clothing and setup match a similar photo that was labeled as such. I can't recall which post it was put with, so I've reposted below for comparison:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Taylor Reunion- Roy Taylor and 2/3 brothers in group seated in middle<br />From the personal albums of Althea Gray</td></tr>
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In this photo Roy can be spotted seated (2nd from right) with Roxa standing behind him. Cora is on the very edge of the photo sitting on the grass. Only problem here is that this photo came from a descendant of Zelma (the eldest of Vera's sisters) and they had labeled the grass-sitter as Zelma, not Cora. My personal opinion is that this is Cora in both photos, but regardless, we know she's definitely one of Roy & Roxa's girls.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-570956495236298732013-10-28T09:11:00.001-07:002013-10-28T09:12:09.720-07:00Henry Albert Huber written history<div style="text-align: center;">
Henry Albert Huber was LeRoy's father.<br />
The following is his written history, author unknown but likely a direct descendant of his. This document was found in the personal albums of both Rhea Merkley and Doris Sessions.<br />
Photo has been inserted by me.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Henry Albert Huber"<br />Found in the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">Biography of Henry Albert Huber</span></div>
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Henry Albert Huber was born in Midway, Utah, October 7,
1867, the third child of John (Johannes) Huber and Maria (Mary) Magdalena
Munz.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was blessed November 17,
1867 by his father.</div>
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His father immigrated to Utah in 1863, leaving his native
country, Switzerland, on May 3<sup>rd</sup>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The ship, Antartic, carried 300 passengers and was on the
ocean 49 days.</div>
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His mother, also a native of Switzerland came to the United
States in 1863.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were both
with the Peter Nebeker Company arriving in Utah October 13, 1863.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Just a few days later on October 18,
1863 they were married at Payson, Utah at the home of John Diem by Bishop
Fairbanks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the Spring of 1864
they moved to Provo Valley locating in the upper settlement of Mound City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To them were born fives sons and five
daughters.</div>
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It was on the Huber ranch at Snake Creek that Henry spent
his early years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was baptized
by John Watkins on August 8, 1880.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Henry was a handsome man of medium build.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was 5’10” in height and weighed 150 pounds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His eyes were blue his hair was brown
and he sported a 42” chest.</div>
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Henry Albert and Margaretha (Maggie) Abegglen were married
in the Logan Temple, December 9, 1891.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>They resided in Midway where five sons were born to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Elmer the oldest was born September 19,
1892; Henry Lyman March 1, 1894 and lived seventeen days before his death.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was buried in the Midway
Cemetery.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Frank Ervin was born
June 1, 1895, LeRoy April 1, 1897 and Albert Dean January 11, 1899.</div>
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Many Swiss families settled in Midway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Albert’s elder brother, John, married
Elizabeth Gertsch, a first cousin to Margaretha.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These two families along with Susie Probst, Elizabeth’s
sister and her family often had Christmas and Thanksgiving dinners together,
taking turns in the preparation of the meals.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These families enjoyed this particular tradition and looked
forward to coming to Uncle Al’s and Aunt Maggie’s home.</div>
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Al had a big bear skin which intrigued the children and he
often entertained them by putting the bear skin over his body and giving them
rides upon his back.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes he
placed the skin over his head and the children screamed and scampered as he
tried to catch them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They always
enjoyed the tasty meals prepared by Aunt Maggie on these special occasions.</div>
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The Hubers had a fine apple orchard to the east of their
home between them and the Mohlman family home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was a big hay barn located on the northern perimeter
of their lot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Along with other
buildings in the lot was a rock chicken coop which attracted Roy and Dean.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They robbed the nest of the eggs, concealed
the eggs under their hats and hurried to the store just a block away where they
traded the eggs for candy.</div>
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He owned between 30 and 40 acres.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One plot joined the lot on the north where their home was
located.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Another acreage, some
distance away known as the “Dutch Field” was of fertile soil and raised
excellent crops.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He also had a
forest permit on the mountain west of Midway for around 30 head of cattle
besides a few milk cows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
animals were put to graze in an area known as Bonner Holler.</div>
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Each year an acre or so of potatoes were planted at the
“Dutch Field” or at the ranch at Snake Creek.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They boys were sent to pull the weeds from the potato
patch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Berkinshaw Creek or
Snake Creek streams were near by and the boys usually found those streams more
inviting than pulling weeds, so a fishing they would go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This seemed to meet the approval of the
parents as long as they took home a good mess of fish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many times after the potatoes were
harvested in the fall, a wagonload of potatoes were taken to Park City and for
their pay they received a hundred pounds of sugar.</div>
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Albert always had a good team of horses that he handled with
expertise.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As money was hard to
come by, it seems that he worked at whatever was available.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He worked at many jobs and he worked
hard to whatever he did.</div>
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During the summer, dry timber was hauled and split and sold
in cords for winter use.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Timber
was also cut and hauled to a lime kiln located near a limestone quarry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“The lime rock was quarried by blasting
it into chunks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Twenty-five tons
of rock produced 8 tons of lime.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Three days and three nights of 12 hour shifts steady burning at top-heat
were required to burn out the lime.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It cooled 48 hours before being removed. Lime was used in mortar plaster
and for white washing.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=673454890567097079#_ftn1" name="_ftnref" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title="">[1]</a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=673454890567097079#_ftn1" name="_ftnref" title=""><!--[endif]--></a></span></span></div>
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“White pine wood was used to keep the fires going.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Coal was used but proved
unsatisfactory, since the heat from the coal stayed too close to the bed of
coals and did not penetrate through the line rock.”<span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=673454890567097079#_ftn2" name="_ftnref" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title="">[2]</a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=673454890567097079#_ftn2" name="_ftnref" title=""><!--[endif]--></a></span></span></div>
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Albert worked in the mines at Park City, Utah.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many who worked in the mines were
leaded, which caused serious health problems.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The working conditions were hazardous and the pay around $5
per day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After he quit the work in
the mines, he hauled hay to Park City for the men employed at the mines for $8 to
$10 per ton.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This trip usually
took the entire day.</div>
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He was the dance hall manager at the town hall for eight or
ten years and for several years after that was Marshall in Midway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He also served on the Midway town
board.</div>
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He served as a road supervisor and assisted in building
bridges.</div>
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Albert was an excellent fisherman, a trait inherited by many
of the Huber family as they have fished the various streams and mountain lakes.</div>
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From a letter dated August 1, 1910 written by John Huber to
his son Joseph E., who was serving a mission in Germany: “Albert and Maggie are
well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They boys are with us except
Elmer, who is working for the Stachele boys at Evanston.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Albert had a mishap when he had one of
his spells, fell from the wagon and had a wheel with a new tire on pass over
his head and neck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Roy was with
his father when this incident occurred on their way to Heber.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He recalls that as he fell from the
wagon he held the reins in his hand, causing the horses to turn just right so
that the wheel ran over his head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Roy jumped from the wagon and tried to move him bout couldn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>George Bonner came along in a buggy and
helped him into his buggy and took him home.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He looked awfully done up but has now again recovered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He will not take care of himself in
spite of all our warnings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He has
been remarkably preserved thus far; but if he does not heed a warning he must
expect a terrible fate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They boys
are good and help us out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Especially Frank, who is as good as a man on the farm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Roy is a good boy and Dean is the same
whistle trigger as yet, but he can work when he wants to do so.”</div>
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Albert suffered ill health for about 10 years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had several minor strokes before
suffering a more severe one which caused his death.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He died May 20, 1920 at the age of 52. </div>
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His posterity is numerous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His wife, Maggie, often said that she would never have any
grandchildren because all her boy except Dean took their time about getting
married.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>As of this date they have
twenty grandchildren, ninety-seven great-grandchildren, one hundred twenty-four
great-great-grandchildren and one great great-great-grandchild.</div>
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=673454890567097079#_ftnref" name="_ftn1" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn;" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="mso-special-character: footnote;"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]-->[1]<!--[endif]--></span></span></a> “How
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-18619191995635852212013-10-15T10:43:00.002-07:002013-10-15T10:48:58.907-07:00Little Huber cousins<div style="text-align: center;">
The following are a smattering of photos of the children of Roy Huber, and Roy's nieces and nephews belonging to his brothers Frank Huber and Elmer Huber.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Identifications given in label below image<br />
From the personal albums of Kathryn Walker</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Lulu Margaret and Clayton"<br />
From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frank & Roy's families<br />
From the personal albums of Martin Huber</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Kathryn, Rhea, June, Darryl"<br />
From the personal albums of Martin Huber</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Just Posing- Kathryn and Rhea on a double date"<br />
From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-5045893627030122032013-10-10T10:16:00.002-07:002013-10-10T10:23:15.494-07:00Taylor family holding babies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
The following are a bunch of photos of Vera's Taylor relatives holding babies. There sure were a lot of them.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Della, Loa, and Gene"<br />
From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Les Taylor holding Allen Nyberg<br />
and his daughter Maxine"<br />
From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Doris Taylor and baby Gene Nyberg"<br />
From the personal albums of Della/Gene Nyberg</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Ralph holding Allen Nyberg"<br />
From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Daun holding a puppy, Roxa holding Ray, Rex, Cynthia, Loa"<br />
From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Loa with Alan, Daun with Jake Ross, Leslie holding Maxine"<br />
From the personal albums of Gene/Della Nyberg</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Doris, Jerrie, and baby Steve?"<br />
From the personal albums of Clayton Huber</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Audrey with baby Maxine and Della with baby Loa"<br />
From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"BACK Stanley & Loa Hoopes, Doris Ross holding Marlene Hoopes, Ralph Taylor, Gene & Della Nyberg<br />
FRONT Roxa Taylor with Doris' boys: Jake, Bryce, and Terry"<br />
From the personal albums of Cheryl Murray</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Roy Huber holding June, Rhea sitting, Althea Jensen standing"<br />
From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-6859288296624014312013-10-08T14:27:00.001-07:002013-10-15T10:48:37.772-07:00More photos of Grandma Maggie Huber<div style="text-align: center;">
The following are additional photos of LeRoy's mother, Margaretha A. Huber, or Grandma Maggie.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"June, Darryl, Lynn, Rhea, Grandmother Maggie, Kathryn, 1920s"<br />
From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Maggie Huber with grandson Marvin, 4 mos"<br />
From the personal albums of Shirley Jensen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Maggie Huber with baby"<br />
From the personal albums of Shirley Jensen</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Grandma Maggie Huber in coat"<br />
From the personal albums of Kathryn Walker</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Grandma Maggie Huber with <br />Dean, Kathryn, Rhea, Doris in the wagon"<br />From the personal albums of Kathryn Walker</td></tr>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-46701793322461347682013-10-03T11:56:00.000-07:002013-10-03T11:57:26.751-07:00Recollections on Vera Huber<div style="text-align: center;">
<i>The following is a transcribed written history about Vera Johannah Taylor Huber, written by her daughter, Rhea (date unknown). It was found in the personal albums of Rhea Merkley in July 2013. Images of the original scanned document can be found a the bottom of the transcription. Spelling and punctuation has been adjusted in some places by me. Photos throughout were placed by me to accentuate points of her life history.</i></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vera and her daughter, Rhea<br />Found in the personal albums of Clayton Huber</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">My Recollections of My Mother and Her Life</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">by Rhea Huber Merkley</span></div>
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My mother, Vera Johannah Taylor was born February 3, 1908 in Chester, Sanpete County, Utah. The family later moved to Hayden, Uintah County, then to Lapoint, where she grew up. Vera was the eighth child of twelve children- six boys and six girls.</div>
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Mom was very athletic, being able to outrun most boys her age or older. She was a good swimmer and spent summer day swimming in nearby Clear Creek. She loved cats and babies and was always mothering one or the other.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Vera holding a great-grandbaby<br />From the personal albums of Clayton Huber</td></tr>
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In her teen years she accompanied singing at church, nearly always playing by ear. She also played piano in an orchestra for the local dances. J.C. Hacking too the responsibility for Mom and her friend, LaVaur Mullins, seeing that they got safely home after the dances. One night they wanted to go home with a couple of young men after the dance, so they threw their coats out the window, to the boys waiting below, then slipped out unnoticed. Hacking was pretty upset, and wasn't long in contacting her parents.</div>
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Vera had thick long braids and one day while waiting in a buggy while they were getting their mail at the Lapoint post office, a homesteader in the area, Roy Huber, was attracted to this young miss. After she grew a year or two, he began courting her, mostly by horseback, the main mode of transportation.</div>
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When they were married, Roy sold a load of grain for $50.00. My grandmother thought he was very well off to have that much money.</div>
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When the returned for visits, her mother was not proud of the job my Mom had done in patching Roy's overalls, and quite frankly said so. Mother cried; she didn't know how.</div>
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My Mom and Dad began their early years in a little cabin under the hill, near the old Abegglen place. From what she's told me, it was a very humble dwelling, one room that leaked when it rained. Still, it was some of their happiest moments.</div>
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After a time, they moved to a two-room dwelling on Poverty Flat (so named for those early years when the going was tough.) Roy's brother, Frank and his wife, Ardith, had a little three-room cabin in the same lot. On the south side, a little ditch ran through the property, shaded by a row of willow trees; it afforded many hours of play for the children. A swing hung from the trees and we never wondered 'what to do'.</div>
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Looking back on those early years, the cabin behind Frank's house held many memories. Such as the Christmas that the tree was at the foot of my cot in one of the two rooms. Dad kept coming in and putting things under the tree, which awakened me. Then from the kitchen I kept hearing him quietly ask 'where is Dean's gun?'</div>
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We played alongside a small ditch under the willow trees, waded in the same ditch, glided back and forth in (p2) the swing hung from one of the trees, and had plenty of kids to play with, (and fight with too, I might add) as our cousins were next door.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Kathryn, Glen, Lynn, Kenneth Maybe, Darryl- 1940s"<br />(Frank and Ardith's kids- the cousins)<br />From the personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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Between both families, a large garden was planted and oft times when Mom wanted to go week while the baby slept, she would ask the older ones to listen for the baby. One year, Dean and his cousin Glenn got down in the melon patch with a small saw and went through a good portion of the patch, trying to find a ripe one. When their activities were noticed, Mom was waiting for them when they returned. She dressed up like an old Indian, and touched their faces with stove black, telling them they were turning into Indians for their mischief. The tears did fly, but I don't know if it kept them from getting into trouble again.</div>
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Bottled fruits and jams were stored in an underground cellar, Ardith having the shelves on one side and Mom on the other. June and Lynn raised havoc one day when they went into the cellar and set the fruit off the shelves onto the floor, mixing them up good. Not being labeled as we would now, they had a hard time dividing them up, and knowing for certain which was theirs.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Someone in the Huber cellar"<br />From the personal albums of Clayton Huber</td></tr>
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Earlier on Mom had an old hand wringer washer. I remember it standing outside. Later, she had a gas washer, with an exhaust that had a hose with a metal ball on the end which had to be outside when the washer was in use. Dad had cut a hold in the wall large enough to put the metal ball through when she did the wash.</div>
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Since we didn't have indoor plumbing, I can remember Mom hiding in the out-house when she was caught out in the yard as the Raleigh man came down the lane and she did not want him to find her at home. He might have had an idea she was there, for one time I was with her, and he walked around and about for quite a long time whistling and waiting. He finally gave up and left, and we exited out hiding place.</div>
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Mom and Ardith and Della Nyberg would take us swimming at Clear Creek, not far from where Mom was raised. They jumped right in with us. In fact, they were good swimmers. They also took us down in that same area to harvest Buffalo Berries. They would beat them off or cut off the branches full of berries onto a tarp. We were the baby tenders. </div>
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In the even of a new arrival, we older ones were usually sent to Aunt Irva's or Aunt Ardith's. I do remember one time, wandering around the yard, up near a brick pile, and the Dr. walking about and smoking as he waited for things to progress. Kathryn and I were delivered by Mrs. Swain, a midwife. She had just a bit of chloroform, and when I was born, she wouldn't give Mom much relief from the pain because she was saving the rest for Aunt Ardith, who delivered just six days later. Mrs. Swain's likeness is displayed at the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers building in Salt Lake, the youngest looking one there.</div>
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When Doris was born, Dean and I were sent to Aunt Irva's while Mom and June, (who was in first grade), went to Nana Taylor's for the birthing process. June could catch the bus (p3) from there. Aunt Irva was so good to us, baked us little cakes, etc., but I was still homesick for my mother. </div>
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The year I was in first grade, we moved to the house Abe Warburton built for us. I came home from school and no one was there. No phones, so I hustled through the field to our new home. Since we had no phones, we walked through the fields, along the lateral, or on the dirt roads to get to our neighbors, most of them cousins.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Martin and Lois Kay at Huber home"<br />From personal albums of Martin Huber</td></tr>
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Mom would go over over to Whiterocks to pick raspberries at Fern Houston's, and one of us older girls would tend Dale, as he was the baby at that time. We soon had raspberries of our own. There was a time when Aunt Della and others would come to pick, and I loved listening to her and Mom visit. It made the picking go much faster. Later years, June and I were the designated pickers, and we would pick berries every day for a month. We picked half of the patch one and and the rest the next.</div>
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To me Mom was a pretty woman. I thought she was so beautiful when she got dressed up in one of her long dance dresses. She had three or four. Also, at one time, she wore a hat when she went to Vernal, or to a funeral, etc. She looked so nice. Also, there was a time when the school bus would double back at night and pick up the parents to take them back to town for a dance.</div>
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They also got some reprieve from the hard work when Mom, her sisters-in-law, and some neighbors or family members would get together for a quilting. Mom had a pair of wool corders to cord the wool from our sheep with. You only see them now in museums.</div>
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In the 30's Dad had bought a pickup truck. Mom would take food and supplies back to Paradise Park, where Dad would meet her and we would have a grand picnic, play and hoot firecrackers. How they would echo in the park. Dad would return to his sheep camp and we would return home, where Mom did all the things necessary to keep the farm and garden going. On about our first trip to the park Mom was traveling on the straight of way, and June exclaimed, "Look, you're going 30 miles an hour!"</div>
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I shall never forget shearing, threshing and haying times. Big meals were prepared, and Ardith, Irva and Mom were good at helping one another at such times. Especially the threshing of the grain, and the shearing of the sheep. We managed the hay crews, and meals were big and filling and on time. And when the hay crews moved on to the other families, we were relieved not to have to cook, and were glad to just have a sandwich or just plain old break and milk.</div>
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Mom always had a hot meal for us when we arrived from school. As soon as we'd eat, she would say, "Dad needs you in the field." Especially when it was time to harvest the potatoes, we always heard those words. At planting time, too.</div>
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There was a time when we had a long siege of sickness. First, we had whooping cough. Then we got red measles. We had sick kids for many weeks. A neighbor through the field (p4) came in some and helped. Also, Mrs. Lambert dropped in at time to lend a hand. Mrs. Lambert had some nurses training. Mom was a good cook, and anyone who was on the premises come meal time was invited to put his feet under table and enjoy good food. It didn't matter if it was a salesman or who it was, they were welcome. Once in a great while she would leave one of us girls to finish up and serve a meal for the workmen, but not often. We had some interesting experiences doing that. She was a master at feeding people, and we had big shoes to fill.</div>
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One time when we had been left to feed the men what Mom had prepared, we looked out and saw the men coming in from the field. Knowing how she valued having meals on time for the men, we put on soup on whether it was completely done or not.</div>
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As our family grew in size, we no longer joined the Taylor family on Sunday and on holidays down at the family home. There were enough of us to make our own fun. I did miss the music of her brothers, for they all played several instruments, whether it be mandolin, guitar, or banjo, they all played an sang.</div>
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Some great losses were suffered through the years. The illness of Dale, his suffering and death, was hard for my mother. Also, when her brother Martin was listed as missing in action in World War II, then later assumed dead, was a blow to her and her parents, brothers and sisters. Not too long after that, her father died from a heart attack at age 60. He was dearly loved and his death so unexpected. Doctors had told him just the day before that his death would never be caused by his heart.</div>
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As her family grew older, Mom did find time to serve and devote herself to callings in the church. I remember her working in MIA, Sunday School, and Relief Society. After serving as President of her ward Relief Society, she and her sister Della were called to serve in R.S. of the Indian Mission, in Whiterocks. Her cooking skills, again, were enjoyed by many of the sisters.</div>
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During these years of Relief Society service, Martin and Joanne were small, and Mom felt they should be first, yet many times her service to others took her out of her home. She also had two teenagers at home during these years.</div>
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Martin and Joanne were a great blessing in her life. Her family was always her greatest possession, and she gave of herself in so many ways, sharing whatever she had with any and all who came to her home.</div>
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ENDNOTE: Joanne married Brad Nelsen when she grew up, Martin married Sue Wong Wang from Thailand. These two would live with my parents until their death. Dad passed away Sept 21, 1988, and mother died May 5, 1990.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-673454890567097079.post-15970298890651677512013-10-01T09:21:00.001-07:002013-10-01T09:21:29.469-07:00Leslie Taylor in photos<div style="text-align: center;">
Leslie Taylor was one of Vera's brothers.</div>
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The following are a handful of photos of Leslie in his younger days.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Leslie Taylor and girlfriend Marie McConkie"<br />From the personal albums of Della/Gene Nyberg</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Young Leslie Taylor<br />From personal albums of Rhea Merkley</td></tr>
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