Break out the pink because ready or not here we come. We found out today that we are having a girl. Ethan has been telling us he was having a sister for a while now, but I was in denial that it would be another boy. The doctor proved Ethan was right however. Anyway Callie will no longer be the only Bowen grandaughter though I doubt our girl will have the red hair.
That’s right! Peter’s company, United Online, is shutting down their Utah office and transferring him to Woodland Hills, California! So, after being in Utah for well over a decade, we are going right back to where we started from. We are excited and sad and nervous all at the same time… a myriad of emotions, which you can well imagine. It will mean giving up the home here that we built, the friends that we’ve made, and everything that we have grown to love and become accustomed to. Even William came to us just the other day, looking sad and disheartened… he will miss the snow. I promised him that there actually is snow in some places in Southern California, and we would go play in it next winter. What an adventure life is.
Just wanted to post a note for any who may not have heard that we are pregnant with number 2. We still aren’t far enough yet to know if it’s a boy or girl so I’ll post that when we find out. Our due date is Aug 18 and we’ll see if we make it that long. I hope not, Aug is hot in Vegas. Hope all is well with everyone. Love to all! Dean, Mary,& Ethan
I just wanted to take a minute to talk about Sean’s passing.Â Sean was a good brother and he loved his family.Â I realized at the funeral that I didn’t really know Sean all that well, which isn’t that surprising given that we never had a chance to hang out together.Â I think that the total of our “hang time” was less than 6 hours.Â Usually we were waiting at the airport, or grabbing a bite, or picking up something at the store.Â I think that we both expected that there would be another 50+ years of family vacations and events to become closer.Â We ran out of time, and I’m sorry for that.
The week before the funeral was difficult for me because I realize that as the family has moved away, the cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents are not spending as much time together.Â We all have our own lives, and when we live 10 minutes away it is easy to get together for a BBQ or other event.Â Now that we’re all spread out, it’s tough to maintain the relationships.Â My closest sibling is about 45 minutes away, and the furthest is something like 20 hours by airplane.Â I have an aunt in Alaska, that I really liked as a kid – still do.Â I haven’t seen her in about 12 years, and that was for just an hour or so as she passed through Utah.Â Things are such that I doubt that I will ever get to know her as an adult.Â With Kerry out of the country, I’m a little bit afraid that the same thing will happen between my children, her and Ben.
I think this experience has forced me to look differently at family gatherings.Â I’ve always felt that getting together is important…Â I just feel stronger about it now.Â Thank you Sean for helping me in an unconventional way.Â I speak for all of us when I say that you will be missed.
The fourth started on the third for me… My sister and her husband came over and we had a great time playing games. We played the cranium family game, Thing-ama-bots, and Mario Party 8. My brother-in-law won much to the chagrin of Jon. We didn’t’ get to bed until after 2, which was cool because the 4th is a holiday…
At 7 o’clock the phone rang because Jon committed to set out American flags for the scouts at 7 and forgot to set his alarm – much to the chagrin of me! Ali kicked me out of bed (quite literally) and out the door we went. Jon commented how nice it was to be out early on a holiday without the hustle and bustle of the week and to be doing something good at the same time. It only took us an hour or so and when we got back everyone was still asleep. It was nice to just hang around until everyone got up. We had a nice breakfast and a day with no agenda. We did a little shopping for dinner and then went for a swim. Matthew DOES NOT like swimming. In the evening we collected the flags and then had a nice dinner.
By 8 I was ready for bed, but Ali literally kicked me out of bed again to get the fireworks going. She had bought a large collection for the 4th and didn’t want them to go to waste. I guess there is some precedent since I found a bunch that were left from last year on the 3rd and we lit them that night. Jon had a great time telling us about the virtues of the different fireworks before he lit them. They are all cardboard tubes that sparkle to me. Since it doesn’t actually get dark until almost 10:00 it was another late night, but we all had fun, and we’ll do it again next year.
I can be a little long winded and was recently accused of telling a â€œshaggy dog story.â€ That got me to thinking about shaggy dog stories in general. For the uninitiated, a shaggy dog story is one where the joke lies in the time that is wasted in telling the story. The foundation for the classic shaggy dog story goes a little something like thisâ€¦
A boy owned a dog that was uncommonly shaggy. Many people remarked upon its considerable shagginess. When the boy learned that there are contests for shaggy dogs, he entered his dog. The dog won first prize for shagginess in both the local and the regional competitions. The boy entered the dog in ever-larger contests, until finally he entered it in the world championship for shaggy dogs. When the judges had inspected all of the competing dogs, they remarked about the boy’s dog: “He’s not so shaggy.”
This made me think of my favorite â€œshaggy dog storyâ€ about Molly the Moth. Of course Molly the Moth is even better because the telling is more funny than the conclusion. Iâ€™m chuckling to myself thinking about it because the telling is so good natured that the teller often has trouble getting to the punch line.
I did a quick Google search to see if there are other Molly jokes around, and I found a ton of puns with the same punch line, and one shaggy dog story about a moth running contest but not the same joke. I did find a number of Molly the Moth references, but I couldnâ€™t figure out if they were mnemonic devices like Tony the Tiger or if the joke is making the rounds.
In any case, be sure to corner Uncle Bob for your own personal performance of â€œMolly the Moth.â€
As many of you know, Aunt Virginia passed away last Tuesday.
It seems like just yesterday that she was sitting in my kitchen telling me about the latest health research she was reading. The last time I saw her was at Aunt Shirley’s funeral, and I wish I could have spent a little more time with her. She was a really neat lady, and I will sorely miss her. I only regret that I didn’t get to know her when she was younger.
I found this announcement online. If there is another, I would be interested in posting it as well. I would also like to have a picture if someone has one.
We love you Aunt Virginia. God be with you ’till we meet again.
A funeral will be held Tuesday, March 20, 2007, in California for Virginia King, who died March 13 at age 92.
Virginia Bowen was born Oct. 4, 1914, in Garland, Utah. A homemaker, she lived in Burbank and Newhall, Calif., as well as Minneapolis. She moved to Utah in 1999 and came to Beaverton in 2005. In 1934, she married Carl M.; he died in 1988.
Survivors include her sons, Wallace, Larry, David, Dennis and Leon; daughter, Sharon Mortenson; brother, Wayne Bowen; sister, Ricorda Bowns; 35 grandchildren; and 58 great-grandchildren.
Arrangements by Finley’s.
Here is a picture of Jon shoveling the driveway. Weâ€™re into March, and it snowed â€“ a lot. I thought we were done with this white stuff.
I was born November 18, 1882 in Spanish Fork, Utah to John Evans and Mary Ann Christmas Bowen.
Well do I remember when my mother taught me to pray and when I was very young I learned its value.
My brother David was a young baby when he was very ill. Mother and Aunt Elizabeth were in the bedroom caring for him. David had a convulsion. Mother told me to go ask for Robert McKell, Aunt Hazel’s grandfather, to come and help him. Mr. McKell and grandpa administered to David and before they finished he was out of the convulsion and asleep and he soon recovered from his illness. This incident made a lasting impression on my young mind. The 24th of July was next to Christmas in looking forward to. As now days, the 24th of July was always celebrated with a big parade. The float called the ”Car of Beauty” was on that rather young children rode on and I was chosen once to ride on it. The day before the celebration, my mother told me to be sure to be home on time. The next day as I went to ride on the float a neighbor, Mrs. Darger, put powder on my face which pleased me and with the pretty blue dress mother and Aunt Elizabeth made for me I really felt dressed up.
I was a clumsy little girl. My sisters, my playmates, and I used to climb trees for fun and sometimes to shake down fruit for mother to dry. More than once I fell from a tree. Once we were jumping from a low shed and I sprained my ankle. When l was older 1 learned to ride a horse but not as well as my sisters. Once when I asked father if I could ride the pony he said, ”You will only fall off.” I insisted and I rode the pony. Sister Jane had a bicycle and she and Eleanor learned to ride well. I tried to learn but I fell and hurt me and I never learned to ride. Someone accused me of being a sissy; however, it took more courage to leave our first home after marriage and our loved ones and make a new home in Idaho than it did to climb trees, ride horses, or to ride a bicycle.
My sisters, Jane and Eleanor, and I often helped our father with farm work until our brothers were old enoughs to help. In our day all the grain was cut with a binder. One day father took Jane and me to a patch of grain and taught us how to shock it. We had to put several bundles together and stood it up. Well, it almost took my breath for the bundles seemed almost as tall as 1 was. Jane and I did our best and finally completed the job. Father was always kind and patient with us when we tried to do our work well.
I was anxious to go to college but I didn’t know whether or not my parents could afford to send me. To earn some money for college 1 got a job in Mapleton picking fruit. Sometimes one of my brothers would take me on a horse up there and sometimes I went with friends. It was cold in Mapleton early in the morning when the canyon wind blew hard. We walked home after work which was four or five miles. I earned enough money to buy my clothes and some books.
After attending college and a summer school at the BYU, I took the teachers examination and passed it.
I started teaching in Santaquin, Utah at the age of eighteen. I went back and forth on the Union Pacific Train when I wanted to come home. The station master must have thought I was a little girl because he sold me a half-fare ticket. I wore my hair in two braids but when I began to teach I did it up in a bob thinking I would look older and more mature. I weighed less than a hundred pounds.
Morris and I had a long, happy courtship. I know such is not advisable but in our case it was necessary and we were separated much of the time. I attended BYU two years and several summers. I taught school in Santaquin one year, Morris attended the LDS Business College and he spent almost a year in Idaho where he filed on land. Then Morris’ father was called on a three year mission; so he asked Morris to come home and take care of the farm work and the family. We could not afford to get married until Morris’ father returned. I had taught school one year in Spanish Fork so taught there for three more years.
Our happy courtship culminated in a wonderful marriage in the Salt Lake Temple June 6, 1906. It was a dream come true and the most joyous experience of my life. Our wedding reception was a small and quiet one. My wonderful parents prepared a delicious turkey dinner for the Bowen and Creer families.
In early spring, April, 1907, David Russell was born and I was very happy when 1 realized the marvelous experience of becoming a mother. I was thrilled beyond words to express.
John Willard was born November 4, 1910 and deprived me of voting that year. I was too happy to worry about that. The realization that Russell had a brother added joy to John’s birth.
Clare’s birth was very exciting because he was born before the doctor arrived. Mother was so worried and called two neighbor women in. None of them would do what needed to be done. Finally the doctor came and considerable talk ensued. Finally I said, ”When are you going to take care of me, doctor?” He was astonished that none of those women, each of which had large families, hadn’t taken care of me. Clare was born Sept. 25, 1912.
When Clare was a year and a half old, Morris went to Idaho and bought a farm. He rented a railroad car to take our belongings to our new home. These belonging consisted of household items, horses, cows, pigs, chickens, and farm machinery.
When we went to Idaho, the house was in terrible condition. Part of the plaster was off from the walls in the kitchen. The paper on the ceiling was so black and dirty that the pattern of the paper couldn’t be detected. Morris thought we would be able to have it repaired in the fall; however, our crop was so poor we couldn’t afford to do it then nor two or three years later. I felt I couldn’t stand it any longer; so I took old pieces of sheets, old oilcloth, and old corrugated paper and patched the walls. Morris white washed the ceiling and I did the walls. With all the other work I had to do it took one week to do this work on the kitchen.
The first fall we were in Idaho our crop was poor because we had a bad frost; however, we managed and all of us kept well.
Morris had ten or twelve horses and cows to buy hay for, so he bought some water stock. This was a mistake because he had to work so hard to irrigate our unlevel ground.
During holidays. and in times of sickness I felt keenly being deprived of the association of our loved ones in Utah. In my mind is vivid memory of our first Christmas in Idaho. Santa paid thirty-five cents for a story book for Russell and for John and Clare each a fifty-cent automobile. Of course they had candy, nuts, and apples and gifts from relatives in Utah.
Afton was our first baby girl, born Jan. 9, 1915, and if she had been a boy we would have been just as happy and thankful; however, we were glad to have a little girl and she was such a good natured baby.
When Afton was only a few months old, I said to Morris, ”I wish we could have another little girl in two years.” My wish came true when Jeneve was born two years later, January 9, 1917, on Afton’s birthday. It was midwinter with two feet of snow on the level. Morris went to get a neighbor woman to be with me while he went to get the doctor. The neighbor advised him to phone from a store close by to her place for the doctor to come. In the meantime Reed Creer, Morris’ cousin, and his wife came to visit. Reed went out to look at the animals but soon came in and said the doctor was coming. I was on my knees trying to finish mopping the kitchen floor when Reed brought the doctor in. The doctor said, ”The idea of a mother mopping the floor and expecting a baby in an hour or sos” When he stepped near the stove he said, ”and you even have bread to bake.”
I went to bed and Jeneve was born and got her first and only spanking. It was from the doctor. Because of birth complications Jeneve’s first cry was like music in my ears. She was a cross baby because I didn’t have enough milk to satisfy her.
Our crops were good for several years until 1921, the year Mary was born, July 21. We had the worst frost we had ever had. It froze 90 acres of fall wheat which we had to cut for hay. I’ll never forget the day Morris told me the wheat was all frozen. I told him I was very sorry but I could not worry about it because I had something more important to think about and that if we could have a strong, healthy baby, we would manage somehow. Mary was a strong, healthy baby and a blessing and joy to our family. During the depression of 1929 and 1930 Morris sold grain for 15 cents a bushel. Many farmers gave up their farms and went elsewhere to live.
At this time Apostle Ballard spoke at one of our Stake Conferences and advised the people not to leave their farms but to stay and raise all the food they could. He promised us that if we would keep the commandments of the Lord the windows of Heaven would be opened and. our crops would be so abundant that our granaries could not hold them. Many of the church members became more active in the church, our family included. I remember Morris marked on the calendar the amount of eggs we gathered each day so we could tell the amount of tithing we should pay on them. We had plenty of food during the depression. We had pork, beef, chickens, milk, cream, butter, eggs and flour. We bought apples and potatoes for winter. It was food such as oranges, grapefruit, bananas, nuts and pineapple we couldn’t afford to buy. We couldn’t afford many clothes so I had to do considerable mending and making over of old clothing.
We lived to see Apostle Ballard’s prophecy fulfilled because one year our crops were so large that Morris had to prop part of the granary to prevent it from bursting.
Morris held many responsible positions. He was assistant superintendent of the Sunday School in Third Ward in Spanish Fork in our early married life and also in the Lund Ward. He was a counselor to Joseph E. Wilson, Jr. in Lund after which he was bishop there for several years. He was School Board Trustee for many years and also Democratic Precinct Committeeman for many years. With honor he held these positions. I always did my best to sustain him and so did the children for we were all proud of him and that he was worthy of such positions.
Once I attended a meeting of the MIA Stake Board which I was a member of. Some other members and I were rather early so we talked about various matters. One woman said she got her husband ready to go hunting that morning and then went back to bed. Another woman said she spent most of the morning reading. I said, ”If your husbands were bishops you would be up just as early on Sunday morning as any other morning getting ready for Sunday School.” One woman said, ”I’d stay up all Saturday night preparing for Sunday if my husband would go to Sunday School and other meetings.” I was exceedingly happy that Morris was active in the church.
Additions from family members
Mother was a very kind and gentle woman and always interested in the welfare of others. She was generous with her time and loved to share what she had with others less fortunate than she. She liked people and made friends easily.
Mother could be and was frugal when necessary but liked nice clothes and home furnishings and bought the best she could afford. It was her theory that it was better to have a few really good things than an abundance of cheap things. She took pride in keeping herself, her home and yard neat, clean and orderly.
Mother enjoyed reading and tried to be well informed. In later years as her eye sight dimmed and she had difficulty staying awake when she relaxed, she relied on TV news and the radio to keep herself informed. Good music and drama always pleased her.
Family and strong family ties were important to her. She was in her glory when she could gather her loved ones around her for a big family dinner and remained a good cook until she became too ill to take care of herself. She enjoyed cooking tasty, nutritious and appetizing food.
Mother was a loving and devoted wife, mother, grandmother and friend. She was the peacemaker. She was proud of her children, their families and their accomplishments.
Mother was always grateful for her membership in the church and had a strong testimony that it was the true church of Christ. She tried with all her might to live it each day. She was a good example to all who knew her. I’m grateful to have had her for a mother and friend.
Jeneve Creer Galbraith
To me mother was an outstanding example of devotion- devotion especially to her husband, children, grandchildren, and the church. I’m sure she loved her husband just as much when he came in from the field sweaty, unshaven and dirty as when he portrayed the handsome man he was when he was well groomed. By the same token 1 feel sure dad loved mother equally as much when she was heavy with child; working hard over a hot stove baking bread, cooking, or bottling fruit; or when she was tired and weary from caring day and night for sick children.
At one time for months before and after Jeneve was born, due to illness and severe winter weather mother never left our home for five months and then it was just to go to the neighbors about a mile away for a short visit.
When I was about four years old. all of our family but mother were ill with the flu-Dad and I were very near death. Finally a neighbor lady who had nursed her family through the flu and Aunt Myrtle and Aunt Grace from Spanish Fork came to help. About then mother got the flu but luckily she had a very mild case.
When Clare, Russell’s boy, was about eight months old, Russell got scarlet fever. He and his family were living with us. Mother carefully took full responsibility of his care hoping no one else would get the disease. After we were out of quarantine and Jeneve and I had gone to live in Bancroft to attend high school, Genevieve (Russell’s wife) came down with the scarlet fever. One night Genevieve was so ill that mother feared for her life and hardly left her bedside. During this time Clare was so ill with a cold and cutting teeth that dad held him all night. When mother told me about this I wished Jeneve and I hadn’t been allowed to go back to school yet and had been there to help her. Mary was only a fifth grader but had to stay home and was a big help.
Mother came to our homes to help when we had our babies. This she did for daughters-in-law as well as daughters. One thing I remember so well is that in the winter time when we would come home late at night from dances-travelling by sleigh- mother would have warm bricks and hot water bottles in our beds and our pillows out in the living room to be warm and also something for a snack.
When dad was so helpless for months before he died Mary was a registered nurse, so she left her good job in Salt Lake and came to help. Mother never left her house the last six weeks of dad’s life and in the six weeks before that she only left twice-once to go to the bank and once to go across the street to talk to Uncle David.
Mother loved the church and held many responsible positions. When I was young, mother was called to be MIA President. She held this position for twelve years during which time she attended her meetings whenever it was humanly possible. She went the extra mile to accomplish outstanding work in the MIA. The bishop publicly said this in a meeting at one time. These are only a few of the things I could tell but I hope these will help all of us appreciate mother for her unselfish devotion to her family.
Afton Creer Ward
David Bowen, son of Jane Evans and William Bowen was born in Llanelly, Carmarthenshire, South Wales, 11 August 1823. He was one of nine children, four girls and five boys.
As his parents were in fair circumstances they gave their children a good education in the best schools and colleges of Great Britain. As it was and is customary of the people of the old world to teach their children a trade, Grandfather was assigned to the trade of chain and anchor maker, which line of work he followed for several years.
He had a flair for mechanics and when he was fifteen years of age he and his broher built a small steam engine about three feet long, proportionately wide and high. It was accurate and complete in construction and was operated by the steam from a teakettle. It was used to the family by do washing and churning. It was brought to America. I remember it for my father had it for a time, but I cannot locate it now.
I do not know a great deal about Grandfather’s early manhood, but I’ve heard him tell about his love romance which runs something as follows: “I was born and confirmed a member of the Episcopal Church, but the chief thing about religion that interested me was the pretty girls who attended services. With a crowd of boys I was always on hand when church let out my object being to watch the girls come down the steps. I was not content to visit my own church but went to neighboring towns to be on hand when services dismissed. While several other boys and I were watching the crowd desend [sic] the steps at a church in Dowlais, Glamorganshire, South Wales, one young lady attracted my gaze. It was love at first sight and I involuntarily remarked, “Boys that’s my wife.” From that time on I became a frequent visitor to Dowlais, and eagerly sought an opportunity to meet this young lady, which was in due time afforded to me. A friendship sprang up between us which ripened into courtship and finally, one glorious autumn day in 1844, I became the husband of one of the finest girls in the land.”
This newly married couple located in Llanelly where Grandfather worked at his trade, studying mechanics in the meantime. He was a natural mathematician, which tendency sided materially in his line of work. He developed upon his trade and his natural ability, combined with industry, awarded him advancement until a position was offered him as foreman of a large mint. In this capacity he had jurisdiction over about one hundred and fifty men and boys at a very generous salary. He enjoyed this work very much but was not to hold this situation long.
It was while he was thus employed that he heard the gospel message and joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints. He was baptized 11 October 1848 and confirmed a member, by William Hughes. He was ordained an Elder 14 August 1849 by William Williams and William Hughes. After this he bent all his efforts toward preparing to come to Zion. By joining the L.D.S. Church he incurred the displeasure and ridicule of his relatives and friends, but this served only to strengthen his faith.
In due time all preparations were made to start for Utah. The Bowen family sailed from Liverpool, England in April of 1855 on the ship Chimborazo. The vessel had just set sail when Grandpa accidently [sic] dropped the bag containing all his money into the water. This at first seemed to be a great calamity, but it eventually proved to be a blessing, for another baby came to this couple a few months later while they were comfortably settled in Pennsylvania. The child, otherwise, would have been born on the plains under adverse circumstances. This new baby was Uncle John.
The trip across the water lasted six weeks. When they reached America they settled in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania but moved from there to Minersville, Skylkill County, Pennsylvania, where they remained about ten months until sufficient money was saved by to buy an outfit. In the summer of 1856, the family, now being well equiped for travel, left Minersville to go to Iowa City where the saints were gathering to prepare for their trip across the plains. (Iowa City was as far as the railroad extended in those days) Captain Dan Jones led the company to Newton, Iowa. Then with John A. Hunt as leader they left Iowa Camp Association after Captain Martin’s Handcart company.
The travelers got along fairly well until winter set in. As a protection to the handcart company the ox teams were kept behind. When they reached the last crossing of the Platte river they were held there some time on account of the snow. Feed for their teams was snowed under, so the men were obliged to cut down cottonwood trees for the cattle to brouse [sic] on to keep them alive.
Finally they started to move on, breaking the road through the snow as they traveled, but the oxen were so weak from lack of feed that most of them died. When they reached Devil’s Gate, Grandfather had but one oxen out of four. John Lewis had lost five out of six. The two surviving animals were hitched to Brother Lewis’ wagon and the two families came with the outfit to Fort Bridger, Wyoming. Grandfather left his wagon and most of his supplies at Devils Gate. As they journeyed on they met teams from Fort Supply which had been sent to meet the saints. An extra team was hitghed [sic] to the Lewis wagon. This helped materially.
At Fort Bridger, they were met by better equipped outfits sent out from the valley by President Brigham Young. The wornout cattle were left there and strange to say, some of othem lived through the winter and were found by the owners the next spring. Grandpa found his ox and gave it to a man in settlement of a debt.
The Bowen family reached Salt Lake City 22 December 1856 and came to Lehi the next day. They reached Spanish Fork on Christmas eve and went to the home of Morgan Hughes, where they remained for several weeks. Spanish Fork became their permanent home. Grandfather’s experience and his knowledge of mathematics came in very handy after he reached Utah. Adding to his trade, he took up general blacksmithing and gun repairing. At first he had a struggle but later work came to him from all parts of the state. Prior to his coming there were no sawmills in this part of the state, and he made the machinery for the first sawmill and the first molasses mill in this locality.
David Bowen was a black Hawk Indian War veteran and served his country with his comrades.
In Utah County, more especially in Spanish Fork, the name of David Bowen is revered as a pioneer, for he contributed his share toward the upbuilding of our community. During those early pioneer days, no occupation or trade was more important than agriculture and blacksmithing, the raising of food and the making of implements with which to till the soil; David Bowen was both a farmer and a blacksmith.
As a farmer he accumulated land in the various fields around Spanish Fork, and was interested in developing agricultural pursuits. There were no apricots in this locality until he planted his trees. He cured the first alfalfa hay in this vicinity, although he did not plant the first alfalfa seed. Uncle John Bowen recently told me that he hauled and stacked the first alfalfa hay in Spanish Fork.
While Grandpa was in Wales on a mission he sent home for some sweet clover seed. He gave it to a florist who planted it and raised the first of its kind in Great Britain. This florist had procured something new and he increased his sales by putting clover blossoms in his bouquets.
One of the first apple orchards in this part of the country was planted by Grandpa Bowen. As young people we loved to stray down to the “old lot”, as we called it, and get apples and cider. We gathered apples and ground and pressed them in the old cider mill. The juice was put into barrells to ripen into vinergar, part of which was sold and the rest given away.
Grandpa was also a pioneer in the honey industry. When I was quite young I helped him extract honey from the comb. Children came from far and near to get the “cappings” when he was extracting honey.
David Bowen was intersted in business and civic as well as church affairs. He was one of a company who organized the first co-op store in Spanish Fork, and was also a stockholder in the Z.C.M.I. He was a member of the city council and held other positions of trust in this community. He was a blacksmith, a farmer, a stockraiser, a business man and a civic worker. He also did a great deal of church work and was advanced in the priesthood and filled a mission to Great Britain when he was 57 years old.
While he was on his mission he sent a little eight year old girl home to Utah with some returning missionaries. Second Ward (Polly) Myler, who became the mother of our present Second Ward Bishop Eugene Hughes. Polly was raised in the home of Aunt Eleanor Jane Thomas, Grandpa’s only surviving daughter. Later Grandpa sent for her brother, Samuel, who came to Utah with John Evans.
The Bowen family held a reunion on Grandpas’ return from his misison. He was sixty years old at this time. He again took up his work in the blacksmith shop, but as he grew older he spent much time and money doing temple work. He also helped to immigrate a number of saints to Utah, and donated liberally to church and charity. He was generous but never “let the left hand know what the right hand was doing.” He helped many people with food and money, and did a great deal of work in his blacksmith shop for which he expected no pay.
He enjoyed going to conference and always visited at my home when he came to Salt Lake City. I was happy to have him with me. It was then I became more intimately acquainted with this dear old man and discovered his real worth. He was jovial and ever ready with a good story to suit most every occasion. He had a keen sense of humor and appreciated a good clean joke. It was a delight to accompany him when he went to visit his old Welch [sic] friends and hear them tell tales of their younger years. Some of these stories I shall never forget.
Grandfather was dignified and pure minded. I never knew him to profane or use slang. He kept the word of wisdom consistently, but was not radical in any way. I remember him as an intellectual scholarly man, exceptionally gifted in a mathematical line. During my school days I could always depend on him for the solution of a difficult problem for he delighted in helping anyone.
A man of keen intellect, he was always a worker, always a leader.
He died 15 January 1910 at the age of eighty six, leaving a posterity of ninety-nine.
The children of David and Jane Foster Bowen are:
|1-||William Parry Bowen||b. 5 July 1845 – Llanelly, Carms., Wales|
|d. 23 June 1930 – Spanish Fork, Utah, Utah|
|2-||Eleanor Jane Bowen||b. 19 March 1848 (ibid)|
|d. 25 April 1848 (ibid)|
|3-||George Foster Bowen||b. 20 March 1849 (ibid)|
|d. 24 Dec., 1919 – Spanish Fork, Utah, Utah|
|4-||Emily Bowen||b. 20 Sept., 1851 – Llanelly, Carms. Wales|
|d. 7 Jan 1852., (ibid)|
|5-||Eleanor Jane Bowen (second)||b. 8 Dec., 1852 – (ibid)|
|d. 9 Sept., 1917, Salt Lake City|
|6-||John Evans Bowen||b. 12 July 1855 – Minersville, Schuylkill, Pa.,|
|d. 24 March 1942 – Spanish Fork, Utah Utah.|
|7-||Lucy Ann Bowen||b. 10 April 1858 (ibid)|
|d. 26 May 1858 (ibid)|
|8-||Julia Susannah Bowen||b. 26 Oct., 1859 (ibid)|
|d. when a child (ibid)|
|9-||David Chalinder Bowen||b. 1 Jan., 1863 (ibid)|
|d. 11 Dec., 1908 (ibid)|
by Jane Bowen Hodgins Tuttle, granddaughter