WHO MURDERED 16 YR. OLD LOUIS PRICE IN 1895-PART THREE

If you haven't read our two prior chapters, it may be helpful to do so or you may confuse yourself more than me! Part One was entered On Jan. 9, 2021 and Part Two on Jan. 20, 2021. Most of our 600 historical blogs are submitted on just one page, but this "Unofficial Investigation" may take four entries, and next week, we will bring in a team of "Paranormal Experts" to see if they can find what we still seek-Answers. We left off last time showing that 126 years ago, 16 year old Louis Price was murdered with his own revolver, while it was thought he was cinching up a nearby pack mule. Louis was sent up Nephi Canyon to provide provisions to the families sheep herder. A local Justice of the Peace-Timothy Irons and the "acting" Coroner held two separate inquest's and determined that one Nels Jacobson, a local drifter, who lived in a hut near Salt Creek, was not guilty of murder, as back then, it was determined he "proved his innocence." Local law enforcement turned back to research their first suspect-Ike Cartwright, who was the family sheep herd foremen and lead officials back to where the murdered body of Louis Price was found. But first, a little background on Ike, who emigrated to America from England, in 1886. Arriving in Nephi, court records find that in 1887 he was charged with disturbing the peace. The justice found him guilty and sentenced him to pay five dollars and five days in jail. At the time, the Utah Territorial Jail in Nephi also served as the Juab County Jail. This wasn't an isolated incident, as the local newspapers showed he earned "the generally unsavory reputation" of being a "rough character...handy with a gun". In the early 1890's, Cartwright married Mary Jane Bridgewater, and been married a year when young Louis was murdered. As previously noted, Cartwright had been released from the charge of murder for what the Salt Lake Tribune called an "insufficiency of evidence". According to the Tribune, they went on to print "Mrs. Cartwright always believed her husband to be guilty". In her mind, Ike had been charged, tried and convicted. Price family tradition also points to Cartwright. Longtime Nephi resident, "Merron Price, remembers his father, Joseph, telling him Ike was responsible for Louis' death. The murdered boy's younger sister-Geneva Allred Tolley, claimed that Cartwright unintentionally revealed incriminating evidence to his wife as he talked in his sleep". If one is to look at all circumstances, it may be easy to understand why Mr. and Mrs. Cartwright suffered during their "Mis-marriage". It was also reported he was physically and abusing his wife and family. Cartwright's grandson, Stanley Cartwright Wilson, described his grandfather as "a cruel man known for his temper, outbursts of anger, and assaults on his family...even the animals he owned were afraid of him." In 1910, the law took against Cartwright for abusing his wife. In Sept. of that year, neighbors complained to authorities about the horrific actions of Nephi's meanest man. One morning, the surly husband expressed dissatisfaction with the pancakes Mrs. Cartwright fixed for breakfast. He became so incensed that he threw the mixing bowl at her, hitting the battered woman with such force that a doctor had to be summoned to attend to her. Mrs. Cartwright was too apprehensive to file a complaint, but after Mayor Whitmore heard of the incident, he directed an officer to investigate. The law man found cause for a complaint, and the judge found Cartwright guilty, sentencing him to 100 days in the Juab County Jail. After 34 days of jail, Cartwright applied for a pardon to return to his farming so he could support his wife and growing family. Ironically, one of his kids was named "Louis"! The mayor, justice of the peace, city attorney and two members of the city council met to consider Cartwrights application. According to the Juab County Times, Cartwright appeared before this acting board of pardons, "acknowledged his error, and promised to be better in the future, if were given a chance." Mayor Whitmore lectured Ike on the seriousness of his crime, and the board released him from jail. Cartwright exerted more control over his physical violence, but the emotional abuse continued during the next dozen years. He repeatedly threated to kill his wife. The deranged husband exhibited a knack for threats and violence, but was he capable of murder? Well, hang on to your hat. This part of history has been difficult to put down in a written format, as various and unprovoked thoughts come through this writers mind; people talk, and family papers fall from my desk dating back a hundred years, so it can not end today, so stay tuned. No, there are no cheap ads here nor do you need pay a fee. Use a computer at the Nephi Library, as it has various records there for all to see, and within ten days, the end will be....at least the end for me. As noted, the murder of a good young kid so long ago, still hits the heart of many family kin that remain in Nephi, and I try my best to protect the guilty and the innocence of whoever or where er they may be. End of Part Three.

WHO MURDERED 16 YEAR OLD LOUIS PRICE IN 1895-PART TWO.

Ten days ago we started to tell of the true story that occurred up Nephi Canyon in 1895. At the time, Louis Price was just 16 years old, helping to take care of his fathers sheep herd, which was in a pocket of grass located three canyons up the Nephi or what is properly called Salt Creek Canyon on the south side of State Rd. 132, East of Nephi. The lad's family heirs are still around, so we will be as sensitive as possible and show the facts as well we have obtained them. The father of Louis was desperately sick from typhoid fever, suffering distress and hallucinations, so Louis prepared to take food and provisions to Ike Cartwright, the herder of the Price flock. Louis was also going to help him move the herd up further the canyon. The boy never returned home Friday night, and the next day they searched and found his dead body, and the first Coroner's jury determined that Louis got off his horse to tighten a loose strap on the pack mule and fell down a hill where a narrow branch had penetrated Louis' abdomen and come out near his back. When they prepared the body for burial, the Coroner's jury were regathered when it was determined  that the victim had been shot with his own gun in the back. Now the officers called it cold blooded murder, with the culprit thinking that if he cremated the body, nobody would know the difference, but Louis was able to crawl a little bit out of the flames where he died. All of Nephi was upset, as the Price family was. The victim was such a well liked kid, The Salt Lake Tribune summarized their emotional turmoil by saying, "Nothing for years has caused so much excitement and cast such a shade of gloom over the city of Nephi as the cold-blooded murder of Lewis Price." "Most residents of Nephi believed the boy's death came as a result of a cold-blooded murderer. Marshal Goldsbrough and Deputy Sheriff Adams and Constable Sparks set out to solve the mystery. Oddly enough, it appeared that two or more people had visited the murder scene before Cartwright found Louis' dead body. One of those people rode a horse with one shoe missing. Authorities followed those tracks to the shabby hut of Nels Jacobson, a squatter who lived in Salt Creek Canyon and survived by doing odd jobs for ranchers'. Officers learned that Jacobson had recently quarreled with the Prices. When the squatter visited the Price home the next day, Charles Henry Price ordered Jacobson to leave immediately. The scorned man compiled and went even further by leaving town by horseback heading north. Jacobson's actions appeared very suspicious, and Nephi's law enforcement officers requested a warrant for his arrest. They wired ahead to towns in Utah County to intercept him. They caught up with him and Sheriff Adams rode to Payson on the train and apprehended Jacobson later that evening on the 10 P.M. train. He spent the night in the the Territorial Jail, and some local citizens clandestinely talked to taking the law into their own hands, and a few of Louis' friends  openly threatened to lynch the luckless squatter. However, Nephi's law enforcement officers swore to protect Jacobson since, as the Salt Lake Herald stated, his guilt was "not clearly apparent to even the most prejudiced". During the night, officers listened to Jacobson's alibi, and it proved to be iron clad. 'He denied the crime, and the Salt Lake Tribune announced Jacobson had been working with a man named Smith from "morning till sundown" on the Ockey farm located farther up the canyon. Although the murder was 136 years, this writer interviewed  88 year old Jimmy Ockey of the Ockey farm, to see if he had heard of his father James H. or grandfather-Heber Ockey, speak of such a worker. It was not known. On the strength of the alibi, Marshal Goldsbrough released Jacobson previous to Oct. 1, the day of Louis' funeral. Hundreds of people attended the slain boys memorial service, one of the largest ever held in 19th century Nephi. Ike Cartwright, the Price family's sheep foreman, acted as the chief mourners. The Salt Lake Tribune summarized the prevailing mood by stating, "Everybody speaks well of the boy." During the funeral, parents and relatives of the deceased, who were now satisfied of Jacobson's innocence, openly expressed exoneration the squatter from any guilt. After Nels Jacobson proved his innocence, Nephi's law men seemed uncertain where to turn to next in their search of Louis' murderer. Suspicion briefly fell upon a Mexican who had been seen around the camp, but that trail also led to a dead end.  As local authorities gather more evidence, their suspicions fell upon Ike Cartwright the man who "found" Louis' body.  End of Part Two.

DAVE MECHAM WAS NOT WELL KNOWN IN NEPHI, BUT WANTED HIS AUTOBIOGRAPHY KNOWN

Dave Mecham wanted his life story to be told, but not til he and his adopted family had passed, which is Joe Garrett, Lucy Sanders, Afton, Ross Garrett and Corrine Garrett. I will take the liberty to not print all of it, as it is lengthy and not sure he would really like it all made known. "I know little of my father's parents history except that they crossed the plains with the pioneers and settled in Nephi, Utah....my grandfather was killed by the Indians and my grandmother severely beaten but being a tough old bird she survived and raised a family of four by grubbing sage brush. That fight for survival seems to have trickled down to my father. He was not religiously inclined in his younger days. He married young, had a son; divorced when the son was 7 years old. His wife Ruby and son Jack moved to Idaho and he never saw her again. He did see his son Jack 33 years later in 1940 when he was living in Los Angeles...one year before by father died. Going back....two years after his divorce from Ruby he met and married Elizabeth Woodbury...that marriage lasted only 6 months and she died. Two years later he married by mother....Josephine Crosby, a daughter of Joseph Crosby and Maude Johnson. Both of Pioneer Stock and staunch in the church. Needless to say, my mothers family was not at all pleased with this union as she was 20 years younger than he and he was not too sold on gospel ideals. He was successful....foreman of the Bingham Cooper Mine and owned a Livery Stable. My father was stricken with a stroke at age 35 and on the same day my mother gave birth to her first son....my oldest brother. My father recovered from the stroke and went back to work but not for long as he had another stroke and became paralyzed, but managed to have five more children and I being the last. He recouped enough to be the janitor at the Old Court House. Mother died 3 years later after I was born, with a burst appendix. Dad farmed the three of the youngest out to family. My oldest sister lived with the Bishop of the ward, Clare lived with a neighbor and I went to live with the Bishop Counselor who had four children and they all made me a part of their family, although I was a fifth spoke and spoiled and not too well greased to fit in with the family, which was Rob and Erma Garrett. I was not much of a farmer, but helped lived on a farm with sheep, cattle, hay, etc. I remember the winter of 1927 when the snow was way up to the top of the fences. I remember it was so cold I grabbed a jacket from the closet below the kitchen cabinets and later realized it was used by Aunt Erma for cleaning and had an open can of Lye in it. By the time I got to the farm, I was burning up and in pain til I got back to town. On another occasion, I was late getting to school when I was 7 years old and took a cut off, and got hit by a car driven by Clayton Beck, one of the teachers. Joe Garrett jumped off a nearby truck and pulled out the truck handle that was lodged in my neck, and rushed my bleeding body to the Doctors office. I was forever grateful for his quick thinking and caring service. I went back to live with my Dad for awhile, but returned to the Garrett farm to help. I had a tearful occasion when I didn't do the farm work well, and the same kind Joe Garrett held my head in the water trough to teach me a lesson. (That is how we all learned to do things the right way on the Garrett farm-writers insert). My foster sisters-Afton, Lucy and Corrine(a precious soul who was born five years before the polio vaccine) and has been a model of courage and endurance. On Nov. 2, 1934, my world came to an end with my idol and brother Hy was killed in an auto accident. In 1938, my bother Bill and I moved my Dad and I to Los Angles where we managed a grocery store, earning $18.00 a week. My dad died in May, 1941. I then moved in with a sister in Arizona, then another sister in Wyoming. From there, I went back to the Garretts to live until I joined the Army in 1942. It was sad to see so many of my friends killed in the war. My worse was after we landed on the Philippines, the enemy saw us coming and hit us with 16 inch 1000 lb. shells. When it hit, it made holes 20 feet wide and 8 feet deep. I saw atrocities on both sides. Hundreds of Japanese were killed running in to us. The day after-our own men were stripping them of anything of valuable and even digging gold out of the teeth. Our own men turned into Barbarians. After the war I took advantage of the G.I. Bill and graduated, getting to know the President of the Agriculture College-Daryl Chase, from Nephi. After graduating, I became a professional Scouter, but told to leave as I wasn't married. I did sales for awhile and then Joe Christensen convinced me to go on an LDS Mission at 32, but I was a flop as all I did was baby sit younger missionaries. I finally found a good job as a paper salesman in California and retired in 1986. I was inactive in the LDS church for several years, but came back with the help of Bishop Richard Alder and that is my testimony that others can be brought back in the same manner.  Writers Note: Dave returned to Nephi and remained here until his passing, and never married and grateful to be called a son of the Garretts. 

WHEN THIS MAN BECAME A STAKE PRESIDENT, HE WAS ALREADY A STEAK MAN.

Just three years after David O. McKay became the President of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, he selected a young cattleman to be the new Stake President in Nephi, Utah. If you are not a Mormon, a Stake is a herd of Wards that is overseen by a Stake President, and the Ward is lead by a Bishop. A Ward is not like the ones at the State Hospital, but similar to a Parish in the Church of England where a Pastor is the head religious leader. This original 1954 document is scanned and printed here for all to read. It was then given to "Little" Joe Garrett, a brother to Ross Garrett and a great grandson to Lil Joe. As a kid, we used to run through Joe Garrett's backyard when we knew President David O. McKay was coming down, as back then the Prophet or an Apostle would often stay in the home of the local Church leaders.

WHO MURDERED 16 YEAR OLD LOUIS PRICE IN 1895- Part One.

The murder took place up Nephi Canyon on Sept. 27, 1895. As you go up the Salt Creek Rd.(SR-132), you will look to the right and find the "First" Canyon; the second one, then the third is called Price Canyon, as the area on the top belonged to Charles Henry Price who came to Nephi as a part of the Mormon Pioneers in 1852. That canyon used to have a trail and wagon road, but now washed out by floods. It is directly across the road from the entrance to Reese's Flat. The information I received comes from years and years of research, principally completed by Robert Carter, who now lives in Springville, but born in Nephi. He was a journalist for many years and had the ability to research all available news that were printed. Additionally, I have spoke to a variety of people and looked at some of the records of Nephi City. When I use quote marks, it is from the written document from Robert and of the information he gave me on the phone. "Charles Henry occasionally stood guard with his father in the Fort". "In 1875, Charles Henry married Martha Kendall and they moved to a farm and ranch nested in the low mountains east of Nephi". It had spring-fed ponds and fertile lands, which I verified with a local cowboy who hunted deer in the little valley where Charles Henry kept a good herd of sheep. His wife longed for "sing, dance, and attend theatricals" so after ten years, "they built a new home on the western edge of town". At the time, Typhoid fever hit Nephi, and Charles Henry was hit hard. He couldn't manage his sheep herd, so "Ike Cartwright, the herder in charge of the Price flock in the canyon, and run desperately low on supplies.....Louis made preparations to supply him with food and help him move the camp....further up the canyon".  "On Friday, Sept. 27, 1895, young Price loaded a pack mule with food and supplies", with the hope "to return that night to escort his girlfriend to the dance that evening". He didn't return and his ailing father "deliriously exclaimed 'they've killed, they've killed my Louis". The sheep herder came to the Price home the next day reporting "he had run out of food in the camp" and said he searched for the missing boy so "he hurried to Nephi to see what had delayed the boy". A search was conducted on Saturday with no trace, and another on Sunday. Among the searchers were Ike Cartwright, who "found Louis' body about a quarter of a mile from the former sheep camp. City Marshall Goldsbrough and Justice of the Peace Timothy Foote responded to the news and "hurriedly forming a coroner's jury composed of Adelbert Cazier, J.A. Hyde and F.W. Chappell. They traveled to the site". "The body lay in a cramped position in the center of a large burned circle of grass and underbrush". "Twenty yards away a mule loaded with a pack browsed in the unburned brush". "On the trail above, the contents  of a second pack were neatly piled up, and on top of the contents, sat a .45 caliber revolver". "After a superficial investigation the coroner's jury reached the verdict of accidental death." They theorized that...Louis noticed a loose strap on one of the burro's packs and got off the horse he was riding to tighten the cinch.....the force of Louis's tug threw the mule off balance and Louis rolled down the steep hill...it appeared a narrow branch had penetrated Louis's abdomen and come out near the small of his back". The coroner's jury believed that Louis was badly injured and "built a fire to attract the attention of the herders in the canyon". He then attempted "to crawl away, the fire ignited his clothing and badly burned his hands and stomach...collapsing and dying". Relatives accompanied by Wm. and Bert Sparks, Edward Bean and George Little retrieved the Corpse". As the family prepared the body for burial, "they contacted Dr. Miner, who determined that a .45 caliber slug had entered the boy's back where his suspenders crossed". On the following Monday, Justice Foote and the coroner's jury "reassembled at the site of Louis's death.....and determined that it was willful murder". The revolver belonged to the dead boy, with one bullet fired. The investigators concluded "it might be difficult for a boy to shoot himself in the small of his back with his own revolver then carefully place it on top of the neatly stacked contents of a pack, roll down hill, start a fire, and fall into it face down". The officers "theorized that while Louis was below the trail fixing a loose strap on his mule, some unknown person used the dead boy's pistol, which he left on the trail to shoot the victim in the back. The murderer then built a fire and placed the boy's body on it in an effort to destroy the corpse or disfigure it to such an extent that the burns would cover the crime". 

Needless to say one page can not cover this situation, so we will follow it up later with Part Two at a later time, but will continue to talk and walk with people who may have some insight in to this cold blooded murder and will bring in a team of experts who may assist this unofficial investigation.

TODAY WE PRESENT THE LIFE AND TIMES OF OLIVE INGRAM BOSWELL

Olive Ingram was born on a cold winter day in 1894. That was in a little farm house southwest of Nephi, Utah. She was the eighth child of a family of ten. Her parents were Ann Ellen Park and Edward Ingram. At age three, the family moved to Nortonville, five miles north of Nephi. She attended the school there along with the Booth, Jones and Tolley kids. Her parents then moved to a house on the corner of 8th North and Main, the present location of Verizon. She went to the Central School until 14, then went to work cleaning homes. She started holding hands with Verno Boswell, who was also born in Nephi, the first child of Owen and Mary Anderson Boswell. They wanted to get married, but they were only 18, and the parents didn't permit it, so they waited until they were legal adults-age 21.Their kids were Blanche, Eldon, Ralph, Ruby and Jennis. They all pitched in to wash clothes using the old scrub board and a flat iron, heated by a coal stove. They did well and built a home on the corner of 8th North and 100 East(shown in photo) and had a massive garden, so plenty of canned food for the winter, and to the north east was a large barn. Olive had a green thumb and Verno became and excellent carpenter, and sometimes teased for "having the cleanest barn and corral in town". He was adamant that his kids work hard, and they did. This writer became familiar with Ralph Boswell, who not only became the Principle of the Central School, but also a farmer, living and farming where the Juab High School is now located. He helped teach me how to drive a tractor, as back then, fourth east was out of City limits. He had other reasons to force me to learn work ethics. His father died working for the State Road at age 59, leaving his mother a widow. Ralph Boswell always checked on his mother, and she was bothered by some local "Jones kids" who was playing in her barn. Yes, we not only played there, but a little dishonesty was involved. We hit all local barns where pigeons perched during the night. We would catch them, put them in a gunny sack and enter them in the County Fair, where we got .50 cents for this second place ribbon on Sept. 4th, 1958. Don't panic, we fed them good and returned them to the right barn. Ralph had been in fighting in the Pacific and knew how to deal with those "Hellions" down the street. He made me work hard which I now thank him and his family for. I also pay tribute to all three sons of Mrs. Boswell, as they served in the military; two in World War Two and Jennis in Korea. They all returned home safe. Verno and Olive kept busy, like they taught their kids. In their spare time they always helped neighbors; assisted for several years in the North Ward Reunion Committee and Olive sang in the North Ward Choir; taught Primary, and a cook at the Juab County Hospital(where Laurel Groves is now) She worked a full eight hour shift on her seventieth birthday. I know I am about 60 years late, but to Mrs. Boswell and all of the kindred of Olive, I apologize for being one of the culprits playing in her barn, and know she is presently a hard working Guardian Angel in Heaven, and not "The Barn Woman" we once called her when she caught us red handed. 

TODAY IS NOT ARMISTICE DAY BUT WE PAY RESPECT TO OUR MILITARY

I haven't watched a TV news report in 45 years, and hopefully never do. Often times, it appears they only bring us what they want us to see or hear, which at least for me, may not be the whole truth. Yesterday, I was told about some type of protest or fracas in our Nations capitol. I don't know any of the facts, and that is why I sometimes have to wait for fifty years to get the real story or go investigate it myself, but now getting too old to travel the world like I used to. So, I thought I would slip in a group of folks that I have utmost respect for- those in our military. Often they are called to serve and do things they don't really like to do, but they do learn how to follow orders. There is a time; place and proper manner to protest any and all things with our government officials. That is how we as the United States of America was formed, not liking what the British government was doing. For me personally, I often  think that some of our political leaders serve only themselves, rather than the people, and yet, even I became a politician, which may not make sense. I now give you an Army Platoon photo. It was shot during the Viet Nam War Era, and some of those kids did not come back, but they followed their commitment to our country, and today I found it in my heart to share the photo. We know their names, but this is not the time or place to share it as some remains classified. Those boys became men as they backed each other up, at home and abroad. One who did come back alive to Nephi, Utah is the one wearing the most stripes on his left shoulder. My hat always goes off to all of our soldiers, who are committed to protecting the freedom that our leaders think is best. If you don't like the State and US leaders, vote and kick em out, but don't spit on our own protectors.

HAPPY HEAVENLY BITHRDAY JUSTIN Wm. JONES

I remember your worldly birth as if it was last night, although 42 years ago.Your mother was about to push you without the epidural Dr. Spencer was supposed to give her, but me and the Doc was watching the BYU Football game and kept telling her the game was about over and to hang in there for a few minutes. Besides, your day of birth was supposed to be Jan. 5th, not before. And you know how your mother could scream and yell, but this time it was with just cause. The clock was ticking and you must have known and wasn't about to slip out before I came over to to catch you. You made me the most happy man on earth. I had a slippery son and you remain my son; best friend and mentor forever. The tears I shed right now or much like those that automatially flow at different places and at different times.You were such a great friend to all and one of those kind leaders of people you worked with. Sometimes, hell is here on earth, so we all have times of depression, and although I felt yours through the last years of earth life, in reality, only you and God knew the anguish within and you painfully termianted this worldly existensce on the night of Aug. 21, 2017. You remain my hero, and through my own difficult times, I have felt your presence on my right shoulder and pull me out of the icy drowning waters of life. As you are aware, me and your mother did about every thing we could to help you through the final years, but often times, even the professional folks may have only made things worse, which you told me. Through it all, you continued to graciously help all in need, espeically kids, aninmals and Seniors. I can feel your voice and soul advising me to be more kind to all in the world and although this grumpy old man is finding that harder and harder to do, you remain my mentor. While going through some papers I found the photo of you driving the team of horses for Richard Wm. Jones, then found a note you wrote about horses in the 3rd grade and a similiar one I wrote in the 2nd grade. I hope there are horses in the assignment God has given you, as all of us in the Nephi Jones family have relyed on the horse to be our riding and working friend who often have more "horse sense" than people. I included your graduation photo, as you and God had a deal of the 38 years and now sucessfully graudated from here. I am forever grateful to had the chance to be close to you and still so ever close. Just remember our secret code that is not a secret anymore. We are all 10-4. I love you forever and ever, Amen.

HAVE YOU LOCATED "THE OTHER YOU" DEEP DOWN WITHIN YOU.

Some of us spend a lifetime serarching for The Other You within our own soul. Others have, such as the Drama Department actors in the play given at Juab High School in about 1966. If you weren't there, but lived in Juab County, you may recognize some of the players. Each of us may never find the peaceful shores of  Lake Chickaboo, but never ever give up looking for the God given goodness deep within each of us. That is why we are given life on earth, and we are not permitted a dress rehearsal. It is real.

LAKE BLANCH HIKE OF 1981, WITH SHANE AND TRAVIS JONES

Uncle Hy Tolley would probably agree that we should all keep a journal of our activities, but only if somebody in the future brought them a smile and chuckle. Such is the case with this journal of about forty years ago. I am not a professional scanner so hope you can see the notes each one took and their photos. Snicker now and Snicker later.

TODAY WE INTRODUCE YOU TO HARRIET KALBEEN OF 1895

John Mcpherson and Will Jones left Nephi in 1894, to serve an LDS Mission in the British Isles. Willaim had lost two children and departed his pregant wife to serve his church. We kept one of his journals and sent the other off to LDS Headquarters as it contained more profound and historical information that the Church was intersted in. On many occasions, Will Jones would find some of his relatives that his father told him about when he had left England to come to Zion in Utah. Will would send various photos of his family members, one of whcih is the young gal in the photo. Many Mormons from the British Isles couldn't afford the journey, put they put up the missionaries for a place to stay and something to eat. This is one that remained.  Her name is Harriet Kalbeen. This photo, like many others are being sent to the local museum in Oldham, England.

TO MANY OF US IN THE NEPHI JONES FAMILY, WE HAVE HAD ONLY TWO HOMES SINCE THE 1800'S

The first Jones that entered Juab County was Edward Jones, who lived below the railroad tracks where Wade Garrett now has his home. His sons Wm. and Edward, the Second was born there. For all intents and purposes, we are going to only name two homes today, mainly because we have the photos and the names of those standing around the homes.

First Wm. Jones home was in Nortonville, up Center Street. Will built two irrigation ponds that are seen there from the freeway. Those in the first photo are(left to right) Elmer Tolley; Susie Downs; Alma Jones; Bert Jones(on the pony)Edward Jones; Jack Downs, Rodger Downs, Lizzie Jones; Wm. Jones and Emma Bryan.

The Second Jones home still stands at the corner of 7th North and Main in Nephi. It was built in 1885 and remains in the Jones Family. In the front are Pearl Ockey; Elizabeth Jones; Emma Ockey; Marion Garrett; Erma Garrett; Dora Ockey and Corrine Garrett.

THE JUAB COUNTY ANNUAL 4-H CLUB CAMP IS ALL SET FOR JULY, 1964

Today, we tried to make it up to Dad's & Son Campground in Nephi Canyon. If you are not aware of the campground named that, you may not recognize any of the folks in this program, but if you were around, it may take you back when there was plenty of fun and activities in Juab County. We ain't going to do much chatting, as the whole program is here. If not, I done did a boo-boo, which is a natural trait.

WE ARE NOT SURE FOR SURE, BUT THIS COULD BE A PHOTOLITHOGRAPHY PHOTO

While going through another one of the historical boxes the family has kept since the Nephi Jones Family arrived in Juab County in the 1850's we found a photo. We hope to be able to not only identify who the woman is, but get a date it was made. The photo is set on tin or aluminum and appears to be the kind they called Photolithography which came in to being around 1852. According to computer information, Lithography is a photo printing from a stone or metal plate and invented in 1796. I have looked at it and examined it as closely as a non professional eye could, and can tell it is old, but not the exact age, but printed on tin. On the back, it has the signature of Edward Jones, who in the family we call Edward the First, being the first Edward Jones that arrived in Nephi. He had two wives-Hannah Pendlebury, whom he married in the British Isles in 1852; then Martha Jackson, who arrived in Nephi with the Martin Handcart Company of Mormon history. If you study the clothing, jewelry and such, it is hard to fathom that Edward Jones, a Blacksmith who lived just outside the Salt Creek Fort had enough money for such luxury and neither of the women appear to be similar to some of the older photos I have of the two wives.. We thought we would put it out to the world, then keep it secured until we find a Fred Chapman look alike to examine it.