Family stories brighten Doug Sheffield’s family history
Doug Sheffield of Kaysville has been working on family history most of his life. He shares two stories from his own family history, both having to do with marriage.
How my mom and dad met
“My dad lived in Kaysville. He drove the bus from Kaysville to Weber Academy in Ogden in about 1934 or 35. He drove the bus because he was the student who lives the farthest away. So he always told the story about this cute girl that came and sat on the front row right next to him because he was so handsome. She always sat by him and talked to him. She got on the bus at the last stop, in Riverdale.
“At their 50th anniversary celebration we videotaped them. I asked them how they met, so my dad told that story. So he finished telling the story, and my mom, who was sitting next him, said, ‘That’s not what happened. The reason why I sat on the bus next to you is that it was the only seat left when I got on the bus!’
“So he had been telling that story all those years without knowing the real reason why she sat by him on the bus.”
How my grandparents got married
“My grandma, Edna McEntire Anderson, died in 1968,” Doug says. “She was 80 years old. She met my grandpa prior to his leaving on a mission. She met him a year before he left, in 1905. Then he left in 1906 on his mission to Denmark, returning in 1908. So after they were engaged, she worked at the laundry and in the kitchen at the Utah Deaf and Blind School in Ogden and made $30 a month, saving up for when they got married.”
Here is the rest of Edna’s story in her own words (edited).
Jens Alma Anderson returned from his mission in the spring of 1908 and courted me for almost another year. On 14 January 1909, we were married in the Salt Lake Temple by Elder John R. Winder. Alma and I had several experiences at the time of our marriage that I shall never forget, such as follows.
On 13 January my father took us in the “white top”as far as Five Points, which is on the north side of Ogden at Second Street. Then we took a streetcar to the courthouse to get our marriage license. As we left the courthouse, we decided to walk to the Union Pacific Railroad Station, which proved to be quite an undertaking and a rather long walk carrying our suitcases.
We bought our tickets to Salt Lake City . . . then sat down to wait for the
train to leave at 11:00 a.m. As we were not familiar with train travel, we let the train leave without us. We laughed at our folly, then decided to walk back up 25th Street to get something to eat and go to a show until the next train left at 5:00 p.m. We went to the old Utahana Theater and had dinner at a restaurant. When we came out of the show, we again walked to the depot and carried our suitcases and made sure that we got on the train.
We were not met by anyone in Salt Lake City, so we rode the streetcar to the residence of my Uncle Nate and Aunt Minnie Rawson. I spent the night with my aunt and uncle while my husband had to be put up in a hotel that was nearby. Uncle Nathen was a postal worker and was familiar with the streetcar schedules. He advised that we leave his place on the 5:30 a.m. car in order to reach the temple on time. However, because of the good breakfast that Aunt Minnie prepared for us, we nearly missed the car but managed to reach the temple just in the nick of time at 7:00 a.m. to start through on our endowments.
We were married sometime in the afternoon and finally left the temple about 5:00 p.m.
Soon after leaving the temple, I discovered that I had misplaced my engagement ring, so the search began. We looked in the temple, then went out to Uncle Nathen's place to ask if they had seen my ring. We rang the doorbell. Aunt Minnie answered, then began to laugh and said she had found it in the bathroom after we had left and wondered if we would come back for it or if she would have to keep it until she saw us again. We thanked her for her hospitality, then hurried to catch our train back to Ogden.
We walked up 25th Street and found a place to stay in the old Broom Hotel, which was located on the corner of Washington Avenue and 25th Street, and spent our first night together there. The following morning, 15 January, we took the trolley to Five Points and were met by my father, who drove back to Farr West where they had a reception planned for us.
After our reception we moved into part of the Harvy Taylor house, which was near the Harrisville Pressed Brick Yard, where my husband was employed as a laborer. He did not like this hard work, so about the last of May, we moved to a small farm in Farr West that had a small two-room house on it. This place was the third house west of my father's place and was known as the Cazair place. Alma's father gave us a small Jersey cow, along with other things that were necessary to start housekeeping. This place had a patch of strawberries, which we enjoyed very much; we also sold some or traded them for other commodities that we needed.