Leatha Rose Lutz (1912 - 2002)         Audio clip of Rose Lutz

dictated by Leatha Rose Lutz

I was born in Hibbard, Idaho on June 20, 1912.  The only thing my mother told me about my birth was that I had a red face, so they called me Rose.  They wanted to call me Leatha, but my grandmother Martin didn't like it so they called me Leatha Rose.  I was also told I had spinal meningitis.  So I was immersed in very hot water at birth.

I remember living on the farm, my grandmother occasionally tending me when mother went to town in the wagon.  I also remember rocking my little brother who didn't live very long, eleven or twelve months.

I was very fortunate to be born to such wonderful parents.  They were truly chosen spirits of our Heavenly Father and taught me many spiritual truths and values.  I would like to tell you about them and also my grandparents because they were so very special in my life.

I am so grateful my grandparents recognized the need to join the true church and come to Utah to worship how, where and what they pleased.  I am also grateful for my pioneer heritage.  They displayed the courage, faith and perseverance needed to follow the Prophet Joseph Smith's teachings and instructions and also that wonderful leader and prophet, President Brigham Young.  They endured hardships along the way to Utah and after they arrived here, those things which helped make Salt Lake City what it is today.

I would like to say here, I am so grateful for my own parents who were Minnie Florence Martin and William Henry Lutz.  They also had the faith and courage to do the things they had to do.  What great influences they were in my life, and they tried very hard to teach their family the examples their parents had taught them.

I am grateful I was taught to read and study out of the best books.  We had many fine and religious books.  I remember my father taking what little money he had to buy the stories of the Bible, so we could read it while we were young, and I later learned to love the Bible.  I loved to read about the lives of the prophets in the Old and New Testament, especially about Christ.  I also loved the Book of Mormon.

I knew they were true prophets because of the way they lived.  The love and good deeds they showed for their fellow men, only those things could be inspired and revealed to true prophets from God.  Later it helped me want to read good books, also the scriptures, and to help my testimony grow stronger.

I know Joseph Smith was a true prophet of God.  Only a true prophet could translate that inspirational Book of Mormon.  I enjoy studying about it in our Sunday School class, to know how God blesses his people who love him and keep his commandments.

I know we have a true living prophet today, Spencer W. Kimball, and all of those general authorities, and those who associate with him.  I love to listen to their council and advice.  The spirit of the Holy Ghost always makes manifest these truths to me, which is a burning feeling I have in my heart.  I was also taught to love and fear God.  I think we have to fear God only because it makes us fear the punishment we will receive if we do not keep his commandments.  I am sure only those who keep his commandments will live in his kingdom.

I was taught to pray and walk uprightly before the Lord.  I know he hears and answers prayers.  We must pray constantly not only when we need something.  Then we must listen to the Holy Ghost and the promptings of our Father in Heaven, and then study it out in our minds.  If we think God would want us to have something, or do that which we ask, it may take a long time; he wants to make sure we are sincere and truly repent.  Then when that good feeling comes to us, we will know its right.  If it doesn't come, we must pray for strength and understanding.  He will inspire and strengthen us.  If it is comfort from a sorrow, then he will send his comforter, the Holy Ghost to comfort us.  So we are not alone.

I am grateful we have people to guide us; we couldn't do these things on our own.  God inspires our prophets, stake presidents, missionaries, teachers, and all those who are serving him in all church capacities in any way to teach his word (the gospel).

It would be nice if we could look back upon our lives with fewer regrets, although many valuable lessons have been learned by our mistakes.  If we are sorry enough and go to the Lord with a broken spirit, repent and sin no more, he will forgive us.  We all make mistakes, but remember - the wounded oyster always mends its way with a pearl.

This is my testimony to my children, Amen.

We are instructed by our God and Jesus Christ, and also our prophets to keep records of ourselves and families.  To write the good deeds and the bad ones, which will perhaps be of worth to someone who may read them, and take example of the things, which may guide them in some way and to know and avoid the pitfalls in life and distinguish the good from evil.

With all my heart, I pray that my testimony that Christ lives may live on down through my posterity from generation to generation and that my children will accept the gospel of Jesus Christ and live its principles; for it is the true and everlasting gospel that has come forth in these last days for the elect of God who will accept its guidance and blessings.  I especially want my family to know I loved them very much, and I was so proud of their accomplishments.  I am sure they loved me and did their best to be obedient to us as parents and the Lord.

I was born at home, June 20, 1912 in a small town 5 miles west of Rexburg, Idaho called Hibbard.  We had a 20-acre farm at that time.  My father was a carpenter, later a contractor.  My brother owned an 80-acre farm joining ours.  We took care of his farm when he spent 2 years in the mission field in Australia.  I will never forget the hogs I herded, which were so stubborn and very hard to handle.  When I was born I was so red faced they decided to call me Rose.  I also had an aunt by the same name.  She brought me a pretty nightgown, with lace and I loved it so much.

I suppose I was a crybaby; everyone liked to tease me.  We had a dog called Keno.  My cousin would say teakettle; I didn't cry about that; I thought she was funny.  We would go up to Aunt Pearl's and Uncle Luis', they had a gander goose which would chase me and I would be afraid and cry.  Everyone would laugh at me.  I loved a good time and wanted to be happy.  I was either crying or laughing.  My sister said I would cry on my way to school, if everything wasn't just right.  What a terrible way to start my life.  Why didn't someone do something?  I'm sure they tried.  I was a very sincere, sensitive person and haven't outgrown much of it.

We enjoyed living on the farm and had many wonderful experiences.  One of the first experiences I can remember was the time mother was going to town and left me with my grandmother Martin.  She held me fast while I screamed my head off.  She was living with us until she passed away.  It must have been soon after that, as I didn't remember her anymore.  My Grandmother Lutz must have died about that time, as I only remember my parents going to the funeral.

We loved the farm, raising little chickens and kittens; we could have as many as we wished.  We would dress them up and feed them bits of bread for candy.  I always had a playhouse.  I thought I was born to be a homemaker.  We worked very hard on the farm, but when our work was done, we went swimming in the canal in the summer and sleigh riding in the winter.

Mother had nine children[1]; only four lived to be very old.  Thomas William, called Willie for short, only lived to be 29 years old.  Gracie (Mary Grace) died when a baby; Lelia Ottella died when she was 9 years old with laryngitis, which the doctors at that time knew very little about.  She was such a sweet person.  She was so good to me; it was such a shock that I could hardly get over it.  I was so frightened to go near her casket.  When no one was around, I would go in and look at her.  They kept them in the home at that time.  I loved her so much, as we all did.

Then my brother, Marcus, called Mark for short, was the next one.  Hilda, my sister, then myself, Rose, and Hollist, my little brother, who only lived to be 9 months old.  I remember rocking him in my little rocking chair, 9 months old.

I always felt so sad for my mom.  She had lost in death five of her children out of nine.  She was so spiritually strong, she would say, "The Lord loved them also and needed them."  I surely hope I have inherited a small portion of that strength.

We lived on a 20-acre farm in Hibbard.  My father did construction building.  He was a very good contractor.  I remember many people coming to him for free advice in building; many times he helped them learn the trade.

We always attended Sunday School.  We lived one mile and a half from church and school.  We walked through the field and it was only one mile.  We rode with our neighbor’s children sometimes in a buggy and a cutter sleigh in the winter.  They were so good to us.  Sometimes we would ride the runners on the big sleighs; it’s a wonder my parents weren't crazy from worry, but we were careful and they trusted us.  We often rode on a small sleigh behind the big one pulled by a rope.

We always wore little white long stockings and black patent slippers.  Mom kept us neat and clean; we thought we looked nice.  She was an excellent seamstress.  She made men's suits when she was a girl, all by hand.  I surely hope I have inherited some of her talent.  We always had the latest styles and looked as nice as the more prominent families’ children.  I was so grateful for her.

I remember my first day of school.  I was 5 or 6 years old.  The little girls in my class would get me down and tickle me until I lost my breath.  I hated that.  I was promoted to the second grade the first year.  I didn't do so well from then on, but I always received good grades.  I remember singing so loud in religion class, the teacher chose me to sing in Sunday School all by myself.  I sang "Jesus Wants Me For A Sunbeam."  I was so frightened; I stood back by the piano so no one could see me.

Our place was always open to friends and relatives and parties.  I was so shy; they always had surprise parties on my birthday.  I would almost cry.  Mom was always so patient and kind.  My father was more nervous and worried a lot.  He was a good man and loved company.  He had many friends as he played the violin for socials and dances.  We danced when we were very young and still love to.  My sister, Hilda, has his violin, which is about 150 years old.

I used to go to the mountains with my father after wood in a wagon.  We slept along side the road.  He always tied his head up so he wouldn't catch cold.  One night someone stopped to see if he was hurt.  I was always so embarrassed to do this, but he didn't want to go alone.  I always would lie flat on top of the wood with my face down so no one would recognize me.  I was always so proud.  We also took a trip each year to the mountains for huckleberries.  Usually two or three families would go together.  Usually our cousin Thora Martin would go with us.  She was such fun.  One particular time, she wore a dress and silk hose and tore them all to pieces.  We laughed and had such fun.  She would come down on the weekends from high school and stay with us.  After our sister Lola died, who was about her age, she somehow took our sister's place in our hearts.  The day we went huckleberrying, it rained and we all stood under the tree in the rain until we were soaking wet.  When we came to a steep hill we all had to get out so the brakes on the wagon would hold it back.

I herded cows in the summer.  I had a pony called Jip.  She was a beautiful bay color; gentle except when I tried to catch her in the pasture.  She also would dash in the barn door with me on her back ducking down to make it.  Some of the other girls my age herded their cows also, so would tie up the horses and make willow houses and play theatre on the beet dumps.

I climbed the highest trees, could see all over the country.  I wasn't afraid of anything.  I did everything.  However I was afraid of people and what they might think of me.  I didn't know that people who worry about what other people think are perfectionists.  I don't think that is true of everyone, especially me – I don’t see myself as a perfectionist.

When herding cows, I did most of my reading.  My father taught us the stories of the Bible.  He took almost all of his money and bought it from a salesman.  He didn't know how important that book was going to be in my life.  I gained a strong testimony of the gospel reading that book and from there I read the Book of Mormon and all of the church books.  I gained a firm testimony that God wouldn't leave us on this Promised Land without guidance from our prophets.  I also knew the Book of Mormon was the foundation of our church, also the history of our country and people.  I was always curious where I came from and where I was going and also why I was here.  Where could we find history more authentic than from those who kept records of their people?  I know the prophets were inspired to keep records, so when the true church was established, we would know it, when it was given to the prophet Joseph Smith to translate and because of his great love for us.  He wanted us to live his commandments, so we could want some day to be with him.

I am grateful my parents taught me all the good things and then let me choose.  I tried to be obedient to them.  I didn't fill their dreams, but did the best I could to not bring too much shame upon them.  Mom would always say "you cannot be perfect, even Ephraim had weaknesses".  The tribe of which our patriarchal blessings mention is Ephraim.

We were energetic and were always doing something.  We helped Mark trap muskrats, went fishing with him, roller-skated on the back porch - it was cement all across the back of the house.  I learned to ride a bike on that porch.

We didn't have family home evening, but in the evening when the chores were all done, Mother would read the continued story out of the "Farmers Home Journal."  We could hardly wait for the week to pass.  They were always faith-promoting stories.  We were poor in worldly goods, but not in spirit.

We sold honey, farm products, raised hay and grain.  We had fun hauling hay and shocking grain, which was very hard work.  We made fun out of it and did our work well.  Because we lived in the country, many friends and relatives came to visit us.  I had two favorite cousins, Nelly Marlow and Dorothy Goodmenson.  They would come out and spend a week or so.  We would swing on the big derrick - mom holding her breath - or jump on the hay in the barn.  This would make our father furious.  We jumped all the leaves off; teasing the billy goat or the gander; then run and jump upon the fence.  Even the neighbor’s bully, who was very mean, played house in the grainery.

We didn't have firecrackers, but we folded newspapers, brought each corner in the middle and pinned the corners, lit it with a match and threw it up in the air to see it burn.  At night it lit up the sky.  Mark made his skis and kites.

Mother would make a large barrel of dill pickles.  We had a cellar just off the back porch, a door and cement steps.  We would go down and lift up the lid on the barrel of pickles and get a big firm luscious pickle.

In the summer father made yarrow beer in a large crock container with a spout on it.  We would push in the button and out came a glass of foaming beer.  We only tasted it.  We didn't like it - a good thing - and would say we must save it for our father who would be thirsty when he came in from work.  I think it was just fun to see it foam.  My father never drank it to get drunk, only for strength, and that was the only drinks we had.

We always sang around the organ, as we didn't have radios or televisions.  I played some by note.  I had 12 lessons; then my teacher moved away.  I would play by ear; Hilda, my sister, and I would harmonize together.

I was raised in a very unselfish family.  I know that now.  We were always helping our neighbors and friends.  We didn't have money to buy gifts; we would take our own gifts we gotten for Christmas and give to those who were sick.  We were taught, "the time to help people is when they really need it."  Our neighbor’s little boy was sick and dying; he was also a relative.  We didn't have much to give, but mom said, "You should go visit little David Ricks; he is very ill.  You could take him your story book.”  We only had two, so we took the only storybooks we had.  I remember his eyes lit up, it was so wonderful to see how happy he was.  We were rewarded with cookies, so we were content and happy.  This taught us to be very unselfish.  He died shortly after that.

We were taught to pay our tithing even if it was only a dime or quarter.  This taught us many things - to love the Lord, knowing also of his great blessings which we would receive.  I remember the day I was baptized a member of the church at Ricks College in Rexburg, Idaho.  It was July 31, 1920 by Parley Parker.  Later I had the privilege of going to the Logan Temple with a group of Primary children and was baptized for 20.  This was my first time away from home to see a large city; the ride on a streetcar was so exciting.  We were always expected to attend church and do our part.  We were not always quiet, but were always interested in spiritual things.  Our parents were active; Mom was in Relief Society and in Primary and Father in the Priesthood.  We had family prayers every evening.  We knelt and thanked our Heavenly Father for our blessings.

I loved horses.  I had one runaway in a buggy; the shaft came loose.  It was going sideways and was about to cross the bridge.  I made that right.  Then I jumped into the fence, was knocked out and received some deep cuts and bruises.  I once drank some acid my brother brought home from the sugar factory, thinking it was postum.  Mother gave me some cream to drink, which helped me.  I was stepped on by a workhorse and wasn't injured.  I had many narrow escapes.

I liked to paint pictures of flowers on oilcloth with dad's leftover paint.  I finally bought some oil paints.  I didn't have much time because of the farm work.

We sold our farm and bought some ground across from the schoolhouse.  My father built us a new home with a small grocery store in front.  We made hot dogs and hamburgers for the children.  I didn't want to go on to school, so at 16 1/2 years old I was married to William John Gardner.  This is where I broke my mother's heart.  Later I tried to finish high school - I had one quarter to go - but didn't quite make it because I had Mom to care for.  She had broken her hip and we were snowed in.  This was after I had raised my children at Weber College.  I took one course in typing and took a home nursing course.  So I had a general education; also church work helped me.

Anyway I got a job on the school lunch and made it OK, as I had my son, Michael, to raise.  His father had passed away.  He was only 8 years old and I wanted to be home when he came home.

I will go back a few years and tell you about my marriage.  We met two cousins from Teton City, about eleven miles away.  They were older; my husband was 21 years old .  We were tired of living at home; my sister was old enough, which would leave me alone.  I loved children, so thought how nice it would be to have babies of my own.  Little did I know how much care they would be.  I had seven including twin boys.  So the Lord had blessed me abundantly.  I enjoyed every one of them.  I worried so much about the twins, who were ill, until I became ill myself.  Mom came and helped me; she saved my life.  I was so hurt that I couldn't do the same for her when she passed away.

After we were married we lived in Teton.  We moved into my husband's hometown in one room of his father's home.  We were married December 26, 1928 in Idaho Falls, Idaho.  Later on October 30, 1929 we were married in the Logan Temple.  We drove to the Logan Temple with Mom and Dad in a model A Ford.

We met on a blind date.  My sister introduced us, and we seemed to like each other right away.  His mother had died when he was nine months old and I felt it was my mission to help him.  Also that he was handsome and perhaps my children would inherit his charming personality.  So I was selfish, but the Lord was kind, realizing I was young and inexperienced and not for reasons of my own.

We dated for 3 months and decided to get married as my sister did.  He promised to get married in the Temple, which he did.  I cooked for his father, while he worked on the farm.  It wasn't enough money as he only had 40 acres left.  He had previously given his other boys 80 acres each.  So my husband decided to go on his own trucking.

 While living there our six children were born.  Carla, our first daughter, was born 1 1/2 years after we were married.  It was a cold day on January 24, 1930.  The snow was piled so high along the side of the road.  Our doctor, Harlow Rigby, was a family friend.  We enjoyed Carla so much and later she was so helpful to me in raising the family.  She was quick to learn and was at the head of her class.  I loved to sew, so she had pretty clothes to wear.  We were very proud of her.  She married Charles Skeen and has five lovely daughters.  She has many talents in making quilts and works diligently in serving our Heavenly Father.  Carla is married in the temple for time and all eternity.

We then had twin boys.  Bob and Ben were born on April 5, 1932 in Teton City, Idaho at 8 o'clock a.m. on a beautiful spring day.  Dr. Harlow Rigby was our doctor.  I had informed all the relatives I was having twins; they had to come over to make sure it was true.  They weren't very well and were sick a lot.  I lost so much sleep; I finally broke down under the strain.  My dear mother came and helped me until I regained my strength.  They were beautiful boys and so tiny they only weighted 5 - 5 1/4 lbs.  Benny was born 15 minutes before Bobby.  They had many serious illnesses.  I prayed so hard to save them.  Mother thought I was maybe selfish, but they have more than paid me back since my husband's death.  They still help me; they are both very good workers and have good jobs.

Ben married Sally Rolfe.  They live in Tacoma, Washington and have three lovely daughters and an adopted son.  They are both talented in music and Benny is an artist.

Bob H. Gardner, the other twin, works on the railroad and has taken over the roofing business his father started.  He married Dorothy Newton.  They have five children:  three boys, and two girls.  They live here in North Ogden, Utah.  One boy filled a mission in Nicaragua, Central America.

William Max Gardner was born in Idaho.  He is our third son.  He married Glenda Garder.  They have five lovely daughters.  He works at Hill Field Government Installation.  He is a High Priest and was married in the temple.

Clo Della was born in Idaho.  Clo Della was our fifth child.  She was a happy child.  She married Richard L. Crookston in the Logan temple and has two girls and two boys.  They live in Roy, Utah and are faithful workers in the church.  Her oldest son has filled a mission to Brazil.

Sandra was born in Idaho, our sixth child.  She married James Shupe in the Salt Lake Temple and has three boys and two girls.  They live in North Ogden.  They are faithful workers in the church.

Michael Lee Gardner was born in Utah.  He married Debbie Orrock in the Ogden Temple.  They live in North Ogden, Utah and have four darling girls.  They are faithful workers in the church.  He filled a mission to Italy.

Max is so good to call and see how I am; he helps me a lot; so does Bob and Michael and the girls.

We moved to Ogden, Utah in the summer of 1940.  My husband worked for Ogden Defense plant at 2nd street as a mechanic.  He didn't like that so he got a job roofing and worked for the railroad.  He was such a busy man. He enjoyed work.  He loved people.  He was always doing things for people.  I know the Lord loved him.  After he passed away, I was glad I had my family and was young with them.  Each one is very capable of facing their problems with faith and inspiration.  I am very proud of them.  They tackle their jobs, love their work and do it well.

My husband passed away December 8, 1959.  He went on a trip to Washington to see our son Ben.  I didn't go because our daughter Sandra had her first baby, which was only a week old.  Not knowing how bad his heart was, I let him go alone.  He already had his ticket on the train.  I think he felt like he should go.  He came and was sick that evening.  We called the doctor and he explained his condition saying it may be the flu.  The next morning he seemed better, so he went out collecting some money he had coming.  He and my son, Max, were traveling along in the truck, he turned to my son and said, "I have a terrible pain in my neck.  Will you please take the wheel?”  He slumped in the seat so my son rushed him to the hospital.  He breathed a few times and was dead.  It was such a shock to us.  The doctor had warned him to be careful.  I was busy teaching Primary; it was very difficult for me to understand.  Perhaps the Lord felt that was the time.  Because I was so close to the Lord, I knew he would help me, and he did.

Mother was with me at the time so it was much easier for me to bear.  Our home was paid for and the care.  He had no insurance, but the Lord was good to me, the railroad gave Mike and I money each month.

I was so blessed to have Mike, and my mother; my father had died 16 years before. My mother knew I needed her and there she was to help.  We sold the home, it was so large to care for, and bought a newer and smaller one, on 7th street.

Mother lived with us until my sister's husband passed away with a heart attack.  She felt it was her duty to go back and stay near her.

At this point I would like to write about a spiritual experience -- My husband and I, kidding, used to say to one another, “Now if you die first I will come back and tell you what it's like over there.”  I went to bed this night and had fallen asleep.  I dreamed he walked in the front door, the bedroom was just off from it, and the door was open.  I said to him, "What are you doing here; you are supposed to be dead?"  Outside the door, I could see people dressed in white.  He turned and looked out and said, "They don't know I'm here.  I have to go."  Then he left.  I said to myself, “Now if he comes back tomorrow night, I will know it’s for a reason.”  The next night he came again.  He came into my bedroom and sat on my bed and I felt his hand.  He was gone before I could say anything.  I know the Lord let him come to comfort me, as I felt much better knowing he had kept his promise.  When we buried him, I had a strange feeling he wasn't there, only his body.  His spirit had gone.  I know it was the Holy Ghost which manifested that to me.  How could his spirit remain, when his body was lifeless in the grave?  I became aware of this great truth for the first time in my life.  So I felt relieved knowing he wasn't in the cold ground as his spirit had returned to our heavenly father.

I started working for the school lunch, so I would be home when Mike came home at night.  With mother there to help me it worked out well.  Eight years later I remarried not too well; I'm afraid it ended in divorce.  We lived together 11 years.  In that time, Mike went on mission, so I suppose it was better to have some help.

Mike was a good boy.  He attended all of his meetings and paid his tithing.  I had always dreamed of a son of mine serving a mission.  I didn't make much money and thought it impossible to do.  I also felt I deserved to have a son go on a mission.  I felt I had spent 5 years teaching the 12-year-old guide boys all about the Priesthood and all the things which were important in life.  I studied very hard to implant the principle of the gospel and help build a strong testimony in their hearts.  Most of the older boys I had taught were going on missions.  I had also taught Mike in this class.  I expected the Lord to help me, so I asked him in prayer why?  After all those years I had devoted my time to other boys.  I was a little cross with the Lord.  After some time my answer came.  One morning he came home from Sunday School saying, "Mom, I'm going on a mission."  I couldn't believe my ears.  I was so happy.  The children assured me they would help if necessary.  That's all it took and I didn't have to ask anyone to help all the 2 years.

He sold everything he had, bless his heart, and was able to raise the $900 needed to go.  He even got his call to serve in Italy where he had dreamed to go, as he was interested in art.  He later became an art teacher at Weber High School on his return.  I know these blessings came because he was obedient to the commandments.

I was called to a better position at the Utah tailoring Mills, doing the thing I had always wanted to do which was hand sewing.  It was very busy work.  It was a great blessing to me.  I could sit as my back bothered me.  I had worked too hard all my life.

Mike enjoyed his mission very much.  He helped so much opening up a new mission in Florence, Italy.  After coming home he graduated from Weber State College.

I am now 65 years old.  I've had a wonderful full life and I’ve enjoyed everything which God has created for our enjoyment.  I had a wonderful family of my own, which was my greatest ambition.  I learned to nurse them through sickness with the inspiration of the Lord to guide me.  I owe everything I have accomplished to my parents and family.  I wish I would have given them more material things, a more famous name.  I didn't want to be big in a career; only to help those who needed help and what little I had to offer to those who were downtrodden, who no one else had time to help.  They had to be my kind.  The Lord was always near to answer my prayers.  I accomplished many things.  I hope most of all I pleased my heavenly father, as he will be my final judge.

I hope to be forgiven of my faults, sins and failures, that I will see my family, my paternal family, even my Father in Heaven, and all those who have gone on before.

Since my divorce of Windsor Merrill, I met and married again; he has a daughter that is 15 years old.  I hope I can do things the Lord would expect me to do for them.

My parents were very important in my life.  Mom would hook up the horse and buggy (we had no car) and take us to the sand hills.  It was about 15 miles away.  We usually took friends; it would take all day.  We usually arrived at noon or before, picked chokecherries, played in the sand and ate lunch, then came home arriving about dark.  Often she would take us to Rexburg to a movie, which was 5 miles away, and come home late and unhitch the horse.  Sometimes it was cold.  I must have been quite young, as I wasn't old enough to help.  For me that would have been very young.  I remember the war pictures would frighten me and I wouldn't watch.  I would put my head down.  She was someone we could talk to about anything and she would understand.  Dad was also understanding, except he wouldn't spare your feelings.  They were great parents.  I owe so much of my character to them and the talents I have.  When I take a notion, I can build things and when I get that done I can sew.  So I am so grateful that I was blessed to do these things to keep busy.

I will leave some pages, as I doubt if I will have more to tell.  If the children want to add their opinion here they may.  I have quit work since remarrying again and am making dolls, quilts and the things I've wanted to do for years.  We are also going to the temple.  I forgot to say I worked in the Sunday School as a teacher after my marriage the first time, before my children were born, teaching little ones at Teton City, Idaho.  When we moved to Ogden, I was called to teach the 12-year-old guide boys in primary  for about 5 years.  Then I was called to teach the girls in Primary and in Mutual also.  When I moved up here I taught the 8 year olds in Sunday School.

After I married the second time to my third cousin, Windsor Merrill, we taught dancing.  We organized a dance review for the stake and the ward.  After my divorce from him I was called as ward director for the special interest group, called singles.  I enjoyed this very much.  I organized a program and dinner for St. Patrick's Day.  It turned out very well.  I had many compliments.  I used to put on programs and Halloween parties when I worked in the Primary.  Here again it is a special talent I received from the Lutz side, as they were engaged in this sort of the thing.  I only wish I had stayed single and done more in this line.  My husband is kind and pays my bills, so makes it easier to make ends meet.


[1] The nine children are [in order of birth]: Thomas William, Lelia Otella, Mary Grace, Albert Laurence, Lola Bell, Marcus Howard, Hilda Florence, Leatha Rose, Hollis Newton


Last updated Saturday, November 21, 2009