Emelia Marie Larsen and Andrew Peter Anderson
Short Family History of Andrew Peter Anderson and Emelia Maire Larsen Anderson's family.
From a Anderson Family Reunion on June 11-12th 2004 written by Vera Anderson.
Andrew Peter Anderson & Emelia Marie (Larsen) Anderson lived at 97 West 200 South - Redmond, Utah, except for a five year period in Salt Lake City, Utah.
Children - DOB
Ester Marie - 27 June 1889
Oluf Christian - 16 March 1891
Lillian Leanor - 23 October 1892
Enoch Wesley - 28 October 1894
Millre Johanna - 26 March 1896
Murrel Anderw - 26 June 1898
Ernest Paul - 23 May 1900
Vivian Alida - 13 May 1904
Lindon Louis - 16 May 1902
Arilla Madeline - 05 December 1907
Vera Athema - 03 December 1912
There home had a wire fence, a wooden gate and two huge poplars guarding the front walk to the home. To the east was a big tamarack bush and a yellow rose bush, each memorial day they were stripped down to decorate graves along with crepe paper flowers.
Andrew Peter Anderson was born in Kolby, Alborg, Denmark on November 20, 1867. He was a small man in build but a giant in spirit and love. When he was 21 years old, he married a beautiful girl in Ephraim, Emelia Marie Larsen. Andrew made it and lost it several times in the sheep business, but the kids totaling eleven were never hungry and he made sure that the girls had a new hat every year. As soon as they were nine or older, they worked for other people. Ester and Lillian went into the city. Millre, at twelve, did heavy housework for the Frans Poulson Family. She carried buckets of water from the Spring Ditch to the outdoor boiler heated over a bonfire for the washing of dirty clothes. Andrew loved to come in out of the bitter cold, unbuckle his heavy boots, and put his homespun socks and frozen feet into the wood burning stove oven. He waited patiently for the blue granite coffee pot to heat over the small hole in the multi-rigged lid. Andrew's droopy mustache beaded up with globes of yellow cream skimmed from the flat pans cooling in the pantry. The java, as he called it, seemed to taste better sipped from the saucer. He called his coffee pot "Bluech", which he valued very much.
Emelia Marie Larsen, (Andrew's wife), never quite adjusted to country living. Her treasure of city life was an eight-inch-high toy rocking chair enthroned on the shelf in the clothes closet. It was "hand-off" for the grand children and it came down once a year at the house cleaning to be dusted. Occasionally, from her pantry came the pungent odor of fermented juice from bottled peaches or raspberries. Emelia loved to drop dried crusts of homemade bread into the brew for a tasty treat. There were pans of milk set to sour. The clabber, when sprinkled with sugar, made a good desert. From the cellar, under the home, came the musty smell of stored potatoes and side-pork curing in the brine barrel.
Ester was elegant with various shades of lilac, always carrying a faint scent of the flower. She wed a successfully mortician and lived in Park City during the boom mining days. She was a positive, happy person. A dare devil astride a motorcycle at the Maple grove family reunion when she was nearly eighty years old. She reared her family in California, but kept strong ties with her home and family in Utah. Ester is the one who sent Kennard the "Watch Chain" and letter describing how her brother, Oluf, made it out on the desert while herding sheep. Kennard's son Ray has the chain now, as Ester requested that it be handed down to his eldest son.
Lillian was beautiful and an emasculate housekeeper and excellent cook. Her family and friends remember the eight loaves of bread turned out on clean dishtowels in her kitchen, her sweet rolls were delicious. In her dating years she would grease her work worn hands and arms wearing gloves to bed to enhance her beauty. Vaneece recalls her mother's springhouse cleaning. She would remove every item in the room, scrub it and replace it clean. Once, her husband left for an overnight trip. Before he turned the corner she had begun to clean out the front room. He had forgotten his hat, and when he returned he found everything on the front porch, waiting for it's semi-annual scrub.
Millre Johanna never accepted her ordinary name. She wanted to be a "Mildred Joy" and bareback ride in the circus. She had a vivid imagination, an enthusiasm for life and living, which she passed on to her children. She was industrious and generous. She helped her husband make a successful business. She and her sisters were almost professional "wallpapers" often only accepting a meal as their only pay; they beatified the homes in the valley. Millre also made many rooms cheerful with calcimine. This was a highly colored powder, thinned with water and brushed on plastered walls. "Millre was a dreamer, but was unselfish person. She reached for the stars and wanted everything for their children".
Alida Vivian's family has put together their own memorabilia book with found remembrance of their mother. How kind and unselfish she was. Alida loved everyone and tried to feed everybody that came to her door. It was fun to go to the Mason home. He mother, Emelia, called her Alida "Paulletta" much to her dismay. Royce remember his mother, (Alida), loving to go to family reunions. Thurell, another son of Alida's, remembers that after his father passed away, Alida was left raising three boys. They were very lonely, but kept a positive attitude. Evelyn, Alida's only girl, remembers foundly her mother singing and reading to the children while they were growing up.
Arilla Madlin, a frail dainty little girl, was everyone's pride and joy. Dark hair, (dutch cut), she was a pleasant happy person in spite of her porr health. Arilla lived long enough to be happily married to Leland Payne. Her heart, though a weak one, was great and full of love for everyone. She is to thank for the many pictures in the records, which were found in her small cedar chest. Her kind and loving husband and his daughter from a later marriage sent precious memories home to share.
Vera Athema , (Doo-Doo), was loved, teased and pampered by her many big brothers. She was a total extrovert and had talents to spare. She was blessed with a beautiful voice, as were her other sisters. Once while riding through the red wood forest, she and her busband in one car and Verle in another, she pressed down the microphone on her CB and sang Joyce Kilmers "Trees". She had no fears and loved life. She fought to see that the love of family goes on. Vera married a man named Bladen.
Oluf Christian, (Kennard's dad), was a jovial, hard workingman. He operated the threshing machine in the harvesting in the early pioneers grain. He had a beautiful singing voice and loved to tell stories.
Enoch Wesley died in infancy.
Murrel Andrew, Andrew's namesake was a quiet soft-spoken man. He seemed to be a lot like his father. He was a farmer, a sheep man, and a miner. He loved to waltz and fox trot in the old Redmond Opera House, where admittance was a chicken or garden produce.
Earnest Paul was a robust, bronco-busting, sheep man and farmer as well as one of the founders of what is now know as SUFCO coal mine. He was proud of the boys he raised as well as his own son. He loved practical jokes, but much to his dismay many of them backfired on him.
Linden Lewis was the lucky one of the bunch. His older brother sacrificed to give him an education and sent him on a successful mission. He was the family comedian and became a lumberman and successful politician in California.