Lindman Legacy Fall Issue 2014

History just isnt something for history books when we have ancestors who

were there. Its part of our family histo-ry, too. We had family on both sides of

our Lindman family tree living during some groundbreaking national events.

So where were our female kin during the Woman Suffrage Movement, which

was hot and in the news for nearly fifty years that focused on giving women the

right to vote? Thats what this article is about.

It was Abe Lin-

coln who said in a speech at

Chicago, Illinois on July 10,

1858:

I leave you, hoping that the lamp of liberty

will burn in your bosoms until

there shall no longer be a

doubt that all were created

free and equal.

Yet in the mid-1800s, women were still second-class

citizens. They were not encouraged to obtain a real education or pursue busi-

ness. Women did not have the right to own their own property. After marriage,

they could not keep their own wages or sign a contract. Women were expected

to restrict their sphere to hearth and home, only.

And, of course, all women were denied the right to vote. The movement to

gain the right to vote for American women was known as Woman Suf-

frage and it was the single largest en-franchisement and extension of demo-

cratic rights in our nations history, cov-ering the most population of any issue.

Along with the Civil Rights Movement, the Woman Suffrage Movement are

considered the two most important American political movements of the

20th century.

When Susan B. Anthony first began

campaigning for women's rights, she was harshly ridiculed and accused of

trying to destroy the institution of mar-riage. Of course, that was not her in-

tention, but Woman Suffrage became a full-fledged polit-

ical campaign, with its own

press, an opposi-tion movement,

its own political imagery, and its

own philoso-phers, organiz-

ers, lobbyists, financiers, and

fundraisers.

Utahs Territorial Suffrage Associa-

tion was headed by Emmeline B.

Wells who orga-

nized Utahs three-day convention, that welcomed

Susan B. Anthony on May 12, 1895. She spoke with Elder Orson F. Whit-

ney and others to a gathering of over 6,000 people.

The following year, our grandmother,

Gladys B. Wolfe, was born on Aug. 14, 1896. That same year, Utah joined

the Union as a state, with full woman suffrage. All women, in Utah, could

now vote.

Sadly, Glaydys mother, Mary Emma died in 1910 in Nebraska, without ever

having had legal property rights nor

the right to vote.

Across the ocean a few years later in Sweden, in March 1900 ..continued p. 2

Ancestors Living the History

FALL 2014 A FAMILY PUBLICATION VOLUME 8 ISSUE 2

Eight Year Olds

2

Guess Who?

3

Everyone Loves A Good Shortcut

4

Big Thumbs Up

6

Willing to Serve

7

Friends for Life

8

Happy 93rd Birthday

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IN THIS ISSUE

Freedom is an eternal, God-given

principle. There is no genuine happiness

without freedom, nor is there any security

or peace without freedom.

Ezra Taft Benson

Anna Lindman Gladys Parker

LIDMAN LEGACY

Anna Victoria Lindberg was born. Women in Sweden had

rights as early as 1718. Those woman who were taxpaying members of a citys business guild were allowed to vote and stand for elections. Then in 1811, married business women in Sweden were allowed to make decisions regarding their own

affairs. Meanwhile, in the United States, which ironically had been founded on freedom for all, the national movement to

enfranchise women would last an additional 109 years, and involve three generations and millions of women.

Only after decades of the most intense political activity did

women eventually win the right to vote, nationwide. It came slowly though, state by state. It took California until 1911 to

grant the right to vote and then nearly another decade for the whole of the nation. Utah was one of the first states.

It was during this time frame, on November 29, 1916, that

Gladys Wolfe married Daniel Boyd. Gladys was 20 years

old. She later wrote about her husband: We went back to his home near Heber, Nebraska. He farmed his fathers place for one year.

It was during 1918 that a battle was going on in her state for woman suffrage. However, she did not ever write about it:

Dan and I had moved to Richmond, California. Dan was working in the oil fields in California and I went back to Ne-

braska. I started at the Grand Island Business College. I had to work for my board and room.

By August 1919, the Nebraska legislature met in a special

session and unanimously ratified the 19th amendment to the U.S. Constitution. Later, Tennessee became the 36th

state to ratify the amendment. Within days, the U.S. Secre-tary of State certified the amendment, and women were fi-

nally allowed to vote, nationwide, after Aug. 26, 1920.

By that following December, in 1920, Anna Lindman and

her mother first set foot on American soil in New York, and

Ancestors Living the History

Eight Year Olds

Amy and David Brown still live

in Nixa, Missouri. And their youngest, Spencer Burk Brown,

was baptized on September

7th and was both baptized

and confirmed by his father.

His mother

said, So hap-py my sweet

Spencer make the choice to

be baptized. He was surrounded by family and friends on his special day.

Tennille and Daren Upham announced the baptism of their youngest son, Bran-

don, who was baptized in Utah in their new neighborhood in Lehi on September 9th

2014.

He was baptized and confirmed by his dad. They were fortunate to have both sets of

grandparents in attendance along with

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then made their way to Utah. For

Anna, it would be 17 more years be-fore she would become a US citizen

and have the privilege of voting. On June 24, 1937 Anna finally became a

citizen and she always took voting very seriously.

Of her move to San Francisco, Cali-

fornia, Gladys Wolfe wrote, We left (Nebraska) in September 1923. Gail

(Gladys youngest brother) had rent-ed us (divorced Glayds and her friend

Vivian) an apartment in the same building where he was living. The

address was 1027 Golden Gate Avenue. We lived there a while, then went over to Oakland.

Gladys could have voted in California in the early 1920s. It was in San Francisco where she would meet and marry Daniel Delroy Par-

ker in 1925.

I never realized that my mother (Mary Louise) was only the second generation of women to have the privilege of voting in our family.

She had a deep love and appreciation of liberty and activity exer-cised her right to vote. I remember how she kept the old back &

white Television on in the kitchen during the elections to learn about candidates and issues as she did the ironing and housework.

As we discover and cherish the lives of ancestors and those who

have gone on before usas we learn of their sacrifices, it can help us all appreciate our own freedoms and blessings.

And did you know that according to Relative Finder, a BYU Family History technology and data site, Susan B. Anthony is our 11th

cousin 3 times removed. The common ancestor is Joyce Tiptoft and, links thought the material side of our tree through Gladys

Bell Wolfe.

aunts, uncles, and cousins there to support him on his very

special day.

Julie and Eric Jensen had a son Jared turn 8 years old and he was baptized on September 28, 2014 at

the Bennion 19th ward building.

He was baptized and confirmed by his father Eric. Jared helped plan his baptism program and asked his

sister Jaycee to sing a musical number, and Grandma Suzie and his

brother Jaden to give talks.

Jared had both sets of his

grandparents attend along

with family and

many friends

and three of his school teachers.

He was thrilled to finally be bap-

tized.

Brandon and Daren

Upham Jared and Julie Jensen

Spencer and David Brown

Susan B. Anthony

Guess Who? Can you recognize these family faces?

Page 3 LINDMAN LEGACY

Eight Year Olds

The son of Natalie and Mikal Lindman, Parker Lindman, turned eight years old, Novem-ber 24. A few days later he was bap-tized on November 29, 2014 at 10:00 am at the The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints chapel located on 6401 Westwind Way in Crestwook, Kentucky. The family sent out Invita-tions announcing his special day, and friends and family

were invited for a light luncheon. Congratulations Par-ker!

November was a thrill for Tif-fany and Russ Walston who welcomed their first child. Adelyn Louise Walston, named after her great grand-mothers. She will be called

Addie. She was born Friday, November 21, 2014, 8 lbs. 6 oz., and 21 1/2 inches long.

Parker Mikal Lindman

A New Arrival

Tiff, Russ, and Addie

1.

2.

3.

4.

5.

6.

7.

1. Sadie, Lorene, Dave, and Joshua Williams 2. Jessica, Shea, Tanner, Andy Allred 3. Victoria & Leonard Rutherford with foster kids, Levi & Logan 4. Chase Hansen (John & Torrie) 5. Kamber and Landon Banks 6. Jared, Jaden, Jaycee, Joslynn Jensen (Julie & Eric) 7. Rex and Olivia Ballard (Kristine & Michael) 8. Leo, Ivan, and Norah Brown (Joseph & Lauren Brown)

8.

Everyone Loves A Good Shortcut, Especially Dad


Everyone loves finding the

shortest route to their desti-nation and saving time. And

Wilford Lindman was defi-nitely one of those.

The first time I remember my

Dad taking a shortcut was when I was around eight

years old. It was after wed moved to Utah and Mom and

Dad had been working on the house. Before the move from

California, the family had vacations and fun trips to the

beach and other places. But building a new house our-

selves, with all the costs and work, there seemed to be

very little time and money for vacations.

Finally, with Moms prod-ding, it was decided that wed take time out for family.

After all, Kay and Boyd Gunderson had invited us to

join their family for one of their campouts at Ferron Res-

ervoir. Our families had chil-dren near the same ages and

that would be a fun time to-gether. The location was a

mere 165 miles away, only taking about 3 hours or so to get there. We were to meet the

Gundersons there. So we packed up the Rambler station wagon with all the supplies needed, had prayer, and headed

south on Highway 89 past Ephraim, Utah veering east towards the Manti-La Sal National Forest. Ferron Reser-

voir sat just below the ridgeline at an elevation of 9,400 feet.

Dad didnt like to stop, except for gas, cutting down on the travel time. Wed often carry a glass jug or jar for us little girls with small bladders.

As we got closer to our destination, we stopped at a gas station, and Dad struck up a conversation with one of

the locals while filling the gas tank. During the conversa-tion, Dad mentioned we were headed to Ferron Reser-

voir, and the local man told him of a good shortcut.

Once the tank was filled, we left the small town trying to follow the directions given. Before long the road left the

pavement, then was gravel, and became more and more difficult, and very bumpy. The back of the car would

drag, as it was loaded down. It must have been Dads idea to have Jerry and Diane sit on the front fenders on

either side over the front wheels of the car to balance the weight of the car so the back end wouldnt drag so much. I thought it was fun and adventurous. At times it was so

bumpy, I felt as if I would bounce high enough to hit my head on the roof of the car. We had to go slow on these roads, but we fi-

nally reached the small

cabin in which we were to stay nestled in beauti-

ful pine trees located near the Gundersons cabin.

We were all excited to venture out of the car.

The trees towered around us, and I loved it. It was

a great location with the Reservoir and fishing just

a short distance away.

We had a great time, and attended the LDS Church

in Ferron, Utah on Sun-day.

Having made treasured

memories, the trip home was without hazards or

short cuts.

But after arriving home, while mother was run-

ning errands, the back end of the gas tank

dropped down and dragged on the asphalt

as she was traveling down Highland Drive.

She pulled over to the side of the street, and got out to see what was going on. No-

ticing gasoline running out a hole in the tank, with great ur-gency, she ran to a

nearby grocery store, grabbed a

potato, explaining what it was for, and

ran back to the car, to plug the hole.

Upon her return a

large puddle of gas-

oline had already flowed around the

entire back of the car. Knowing that

any spark could ignite an explosion

and fire, she quickly forced the potato in

the hole, then went back to the store to

use their phone to call for help. Shook

up, and a bit flus-tered she finally

returned home safe-ly to tell the story.

The cars gas tank was repaired, and Dad learned the cost and hazard of a shortcut...or did he? See the next page..

The dirt road to Ferron Reservoir. Left side, Diane on front of car, Mother inside passenger side, Jerry on the right side, with Suzanne peeking outside the window.

Ferron Reservoir fishing. (Front to Back) Suzanne, Jo-anne, Jerry, Guni Gunderson, and Carol.

Everyone Loves A Good Shortcut, Especially Dad , continued


There was another shortcut that Dad took, on another trip.

This time, Diane was married so she did not get to experience this one, and Jerry was on his mission.

We were with Dad as he travelled for business during the

summer of 1964 in a long, Cadillac road car with a long Air-stream trailer in tow. It was hot and we were all tired of trav-

eling.

Dad took out the road map that he always kept in the glove compartment and looked at it. He was good at navigation

from a map, because hed traveled a great deal as a sales rep for Angle Equipment.

After looking at the map he

mentioned that there was a nice, cool mountain, scenic route we could take. I re-called that he said those omi-

nous words, that this moun-tain route would get us to our

destination quicker. Oh, Oh. That should have set off the

alarms for us, but it didnt. How quickly we forgot.

We headed up into the moun-

tains, and he was right, it was more scenic. The road

wound around as we climbed the mountain higher and

higher. But soon the road became narrow, and from

there, to our surprise the pavement ended...and it became a gravely, dirt road.

After traveling a ways, the grade became steeper and the

road narrowed even more. Finally Dad realized that this road could be troubleand dangerous. The mountain was on one side of the narrow road, and a steep drop off on the other

side. From my vantage point, we were hemmed in with no place to goand no place to turn around. There was no civili-zation anywhere close and the sun was setting fast.

Well, Dad announced calmly, I can see this road isnt going to work. Were going to have to turn ourselves around. I remember sitting in the back seat of the car feeling uneasy

and a bit scared. I thought to myself, Thats impossible. Theres no way this long trailer and car can turn around. I thought that we were stuck for sure. Joanne remembers being really scared. She remembered Mom saying, Wilf, dont do it. But Dad decided to try it.

Picture this: the Airstreams length, as Dad remembered it in the late 1990s, was around 30 feet, including the hitch. The Cadillac was around 18 feet, making our total length about 48 feet that had to be turned around. Dad instructed us to all get

out of the car. Then he rolled down all the windows, and said, Mary Louise, get the big flashlight out of the trailer.

Once the flashlight was retrieved, Dad instructed Mom to be

the lookout. Saying, I want you to kneel down as close to the

edge of the cliff as you can, and signal me when the back wheels

of the Airstream get close to the edge. Yell, Stop!

As I remember, Dad asked Carol to be the lookout on the moun-tain side of the dirt road. Dad started by cranking the steering

wheel and backed slowly towards the cliff. Mother watched and we all stood cringing as the back end of the trailer went out over

the precipice and then Mom would yell in a loud voice, "STOP as the wheels neared the edge.

The car jerked to a stop. Dad then turned the steering wheel as

far as possible the opposite direction, the car moving forward making a slight turn as he pulled

toward the mountain. The head-lights illuminated the rocky shapes

on the mountain wall, and Carol, standing near yelled, STOP! as the front bumper was about to come in contact with the mountain

and Dad slammed on the brakes and the car would jerk to a stand-

still.

I remember saying lots of silent

prayers, asking Heavenly Father to

help us all be safe. Over and over, Dad backed up slowly toward the

descending cliff again and again and Moms voice rang out STOP filling the quiet night air. Then Dad moved forward, then back, then

forward, then back, inch by inch until each loud command, STOP!

The minutes turned into what seemed like hours and dusk turned into the black of night, the sky

lit up with thousands of stars. In my young mind I wondered, What will happen if someone came from the other direction and found us blocking the road. Thank goodness, no one did.

I felt like Dad always could solve or fix problems. This gave me some sense of peace, even though I was still scared. I felt Dad

would keep us safe, and I trusted him.

Even though it was dark and cold, Mother and Carol still were at

their posts. I watched Mom with the flashlight poised on the edge as Dad again and again backed up ever so slowly. I was worried

that the flashlight would dim. But Moms voice never dimed, as it loudly echoed, STOP again and again. Im sure the adrenaline was pumping for her. She did not want to see their transportation

with her sweetheart in it, fall off the mountain. It seemed to me as a kid, Dad had nerves of steel, as he calmly worked on the

problem with great determination.

I dont know how much time passed away on that mountain road that night? But Id say angels must have been watching and pos-sibly helping, too.

Dad finally turned around in the right direction, and hailed for us

all to get back inside the car. Once together, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. A prayer of gratitude was offered thanking heaven

for the watchful eye and care that night. After all, we had to rely on Heaven and Dads inspired, calm and determined actionsand all of us working and praying toward a solution. As in life, these are the things that get us throughnot necessarily the shortcuts.

BRAVOA BIG THUMBS UP

LINDMAN LEGACY Page 6

Great Grandpa

Wilford Lindman gives a BIG THUMBS UP for

this smattering of family achievements.

Mark and Kerri Wil-

liams were on the go with their kids earlier

this year.

On July 12th, Mark

Williams posted the following: It's been a medal kind of day. Hayden and Katie won

1st place for the Cache Cup. Hannah was 2nd

place in softball! On November 15th Hayden played football as

#31 and he made some great tack-les. And the team became the

Champions in the Mesquite football tourney.

Tennille Upham is another one of

those taxi moms, running kids to all kinds of sport events. This fall

season Mikayla played for the Lehi

High School volleyball team in the state games at UVU on the 7th of

November and it was broadcast on KSL.com. What a way to view

sports now days. Grandpa War-ren Bingham was on the sidelines

cheering. The team played hard, but lost in the finals and come in

second place. Grandpa Warren also mentioned that he loves hav-

ing the grandkids close so he can

also watch Ryan play football.

Amy and David

Brown were proud of their oldest son Jo-

sephs accomplish-ments when he partici-

pated in his first debate tournament in Nixa,

Missouri. It was held November 1st, and he

ended up walking away with the second place

trophy. Congratula-tions!!

Klarie, Julie and Eric

Browns daughter still enjoys playing basketball. Even though her team is at the low

end of the totem pole, and is regularly beat really badly, Klarie keeps her chin up and tries hard to listen to what the coach

wants her to do so she can score some points.

Julie and Eric Brown

are also proud of Katelyn Browns artistic accom-plishments. In art class, she does some amazing

projects. The latest pro-ject she took magazine

pages, rolled them on a pencil, took the pencil

out, flattened the rolls and made an amazing

star shaped bowl in her 5th grade class. She is so

talented! She just glued the strips together and the

bottom she made circles to form her shapes.

A son, Colten Brown is going to be graduating in December,

and is working on his eagle project. He will be getting people to help him take pictures of grave-

stones in cemeteries. They will be downloaded to a website for family

history. They hope to beat the snow. Colten will be attending

BYU, so hes also in the process of filling out his application.

Jaden Jensen, Eric and Julie

Jensens son is on the Varsity Track Team at Bennion Junior High

School. During a track meet on October 7th he got 15th place with

a time of 8:59. According to his

dad, Jaden has consistent-

ly improved his times and placements over the 4 rac-

es he has participated in.

Their eldest daughter, Jay-

cee Jensen was one of the leads in the Taylorsville

High School musical Aida. She stared as Princess Am-

neris.

This photo is taken in the opening scene, in the

Egyptian wing of a modern museum, As she stands as

a (singing) statue of Am-neris, a female Pharaoh.

It was a great perfor-

mance.

Katie and Hayden Williams

Jaden Jensen Mikayla Upham

Joseph Brown

Jaycee Jensen

Katelyns cool art project

Willing to Serve


All of us can choose to serve

others. Many of us will be called to serve in the Church

in many capacities in our life times. But for Mary Louise,

who had just turned 12 years old when she was asked to

lead the music in her Sunday meetings, the accepting of

that calling would change the course of her life. It was when

she was serving in that capaci-ty a few years later, that an

impressed Axel Lindman, who just happened to be at-

tending Church in her ward while working in San Francis-

co, wrote home to his son, Wilford about the beautiful

girl who was leading music and that he ought to come

down to San Francisco to work and meet her.

I loved music, Mary Louise shared in interview (taken from transcripts made in the

late 1990s), Id not had les-sons in music, piano or voice,

but hoped to have lessons someday. One Sunday, our

Bishop asked me if Id lead the singing in church. I didnt know how to read music at all. I guess you could say, I sang

by ear. I had a really good ear for music, and could pick up

on the beat, remembering what I heard and could follow

along well, singing the melo-dy.

So as you might imagine when he asked me to lead the music I was a bit nervous, but

I told him Id just do my best.

During this time there happened to be a member in our ward who was gifted in music. His name was Brother Kind-ley. He was Scottish, and was the choir director. The bishops daughter, Beverly would play the piano, and during choir practice, hed beat the time of the music on the piano with his baton, making sure that the music was played and sung in the right meter and tempo.

Although young, I lead the music in several organizations. One day, Brother Kindly approached me and to my surprise he handed me a baton, similar to the one he used, and he

casually mentioned that he had carved it for me out of a piece of wood he had on hand. I thanked him for his thought-

fulness. I wasn't sure why hed made that for me, and I thought that maybe he saw some kind of potential in me.

Although I liked leading with my hands and fingers, I decided to use the baton because of his thoughtful gesture the next

time I was asked to lead. It must have pleased Brother Kindley to see Mary Louise use the baton. Also there was no way for him to realize then the chain of

events he had started. After all, she was called to be the chorister many times in her life time. And all her children remember those

times wellthose times when shed look down at us from the stand with a disapproving, arched eyebrow when not quiet

enough. Well also forever remember mother listening to music at home, and beating out the tempo of the music with her eyes

closed, caught in the beauty of what she was hearing.

And for her, one of her most treasured events in her life came years later while serving in the mission field at a district confer-

ence that was held in the Kirtland Temple. She later wrote in Soul Harvest, an account of family missionary stories: We were called to go to a meeting in the Kirtland Temple. We were excited for that opportunity. We arrived and through a chain of events, I

was asked to lead the music for the meeting. One of the songs that we sang was featured at the dedication of the Kirtland Tem-

ple, The Spirit of God Like a Fire is Burning. As I stood to lead that song a special feeling came over me. I thought to myself,

Who would have ever thought that Mary Louise Parker Lindman would have had such a wonderful privilege? I was both shocked and thrilled that I would be asked. When the congregation started singing praises to God, the words seemed to bring such power

and majesty to the meeting.

A feeling of knowing that we have a Father

in Heaven who loves us touched everyone

there. The meaning of the words filled my

soul, and my spirit soared as I stood in

the same building that the early saints had

erected to worship God. The tears freely

flowed down my cheeks. As the song

continued I could hard-ly sing the words of

this glorious hymn, for surely the Spirit of God

did burn like a fire, within me. This was a choice and wonderful experience for all that

were in attendance, but especially for me as I had this special privilege to lead the music.

The thing that we want all our children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren to know is our testimonies that we hold dear. This

Church is the only true church on the earth and we are so blessed

to be a part of it and to strive to live the principles that it teaches. Wilford and I gained a great love for the Prophet Joseph Smith

and his family during this time. They endured more in their lives than many of us will ever have to face. We are so grateful that he

was valiant to his calling as the first prophet of this Church.

The same hand-made baton, that was gifted to a once nervous

and self-conscious teenager so many years ago was used to lead songs and hymns of praise throughout her life. Mother didnt have a degree in music, yet she blessed our lives with a love of good music. Her first hymnal and baton were still among her treas-

ures, and are a testament to a young girls willingness to serve when asked, no matter what.

12 year old Mary Louise Parker

Photo of Mary Louise's original Kindley-made baton and Mission Ward Hymnal

Gladys Parker, had a knack of staying in touch with fami-

ly and friends. She was one of those loyal friends for life.

She spent a great deal of her time writing and corre-

sponding

with those

she cared

about and

loved. She

came from

that era of

letters and

postcards as

a form of

communica-

tion. And

must have

been thrilled

at the ad-

vent of the

telephone.

Gladys Wolfe

wrote: I

was born on a

farm near Yutan,

Sanders County,

Nebraska on Aug

14, 1896. I dont

remember when

we moved from

there. My brother

Joseph Gail Wolfe was born 3 November, 1898 on a farm near

Memphis, Saunders County, Nebraska. I was two years old

and remember the house there. I fell down the front steps so

many times. I remember the straw shed were Papa kept the

cattle.

We didnt leave Mead to move to Osceola until March

1907. It was sad to move. I think Mama was heart

broken to leave such a nice house and go to an old

house like we had at Osceola, but Papa had more

land to farm and thought he could make more mon-

ey.

Mama had her first stroke early in the spring of

1908, and had a stroke every year for three years.

She passed away July 31, 1910 (fourteen days before

Gladys 14th birthday).

It was during this very difficult time that her school

teacher reached out in loving compassion. On the

photo featured above, Gladys wrote: Helen Brown

one of my school teachers who was teaching at Ston-

er Country School before Mama died in July. She

came to Mamas funeral, she was good to me.

The two remained life-long friends, keeping up their

correspondence. Mary Louise always seemed aston-

ished that a teacher would take such interest in a

student, creating a long-lasting relationship, and

would talk about Miss Brown with admiration. Its not hard to

imagine how overwhelming and devastating the loss of a mother

would be for a vulnerable teenager, but life has to go on and its a

blessing when there are earthly angels that reach out to comfort,

and Gladys spoke of her teacher with great affection.

Gladys continues: After Mammas death, Elsie and I kept house

and went to school, walking a mile and a half, and many times we

ran almost all the way so we wouldnt be late. I studied awhile at

night, then I got sleepy and went to bed, and (without thinking)

locked the door before Elise came up.

When she came up, she couldnt get in, she rattled the door then

went down stairs and told Papa. He rattled the broom stick up

that vent in the floor. Finally Gail crawled up on the porch roof, he

Friends for Life


Stoner Country School. Photo taken near Osceola,

Nebraska about 1908. Gladys, the tallest girl in the back row, and Gail far right in the front row.

Helen Brown, Gladys Wolfes School Teacher

Stoner Country School near Osceola. Miss Browns class. Elsie and Miss Brown, back row. Gladys, center and Gail far left on the front row.

Friends for Life, continued


And because of those moves,

she became good at making

new friends wherever she

went:

Papa bought a dry land farm

from Chet Martin. The land

Papa bought was 10 miles

north of Forsyth, Montana.

Papa sold all the horses and

cattle he didnt want to take

with him. And Harry Martin,

Willie and Gail, and Uncle

George Wolfe all went with

Papa up to Montana to build a

house for us to live in.

We left Osceola the first part

of October 1913. The men

lived in a sheep wagon while

they were building the house.

We had two bedrooms and a

kitchen. To finish the house the

men just nailed building paper between the studs. It was very

cold winter, 55 degrees below zero. Papa kept a good fire in the

stove until after ten o-clock at night. Our homestead in Montana

proved to be a poor investment.

Our vegetables were the best I ever ate, any where. Papa and

Mother stayed three years, and Papa never harvested a crop.

Twice he was bailed out and the last year it dried up.

With these recollections of her youth, Gladys was always one to

maintain relationships and keep in touch and treasure family.

Long after she was married, she also still kept in touch with her

beloved teacher, Helen Brown. We are blessed that she left us

with some personal records of these life events.

took off the screen, and opened the window, crawled in and

unlocked the door. Elise came in and got into bed and I never

heard a thing. But the next morning I sure got a good lecture

on what would happen to me if I ever locked that door again.

Minnie Wentz, who was working for Mrs. J.A.C. Johnston told

Papa she thought she knew a woman in Grand Island by the

name of Lulu Benson, who would come and keep house for us if

he wanted her to. He went to Grand Island and met her and

hired her. She came in 1911 or 1912. She had a daughter Hel-

en. She came and lived with us. On Jan 9, 1913 Papa and she

were married. She was good to us.

Change was much more a part of my grandmothers life than I

ever realized. From the loss of her mother to moving from farm

to farm so the family could survive. Whenever a move was

proposed and a final decision made to move, Gladys and the

other children rolled up their sleeves and pitched in and helped.

Written by Gladys on back of photo: Our Homestead Pa built in Mont about 1915. Maggie and Willy standing with our horses.

Newly Called Missionary's Lorene and Dave Williams welcomed home their son Ben,

from his mis-sion just in

time to say goodbye to

his sister, Stephanie

(far left in photo) who

was on her

way to serve

the people of Norway.

From a few posts on Fa-

cebook it ap-pears that

Lindsay Williams is enjoying the people of Japan.

Recently the eldest of

Kristine and Michael Ballards children is ready and excited to serve. Gina Ballard announced that

she received her mission call to GERMANY BERLIN

MISSION! She reports to the Provo MTC on January

14th, 2015!

Gina posted via Facebook:

I feel SO blessed and I am SO excited to serve

The Lord as a mission-ary!! Gina and parents have attended the temple in preparation for her departure.

Gina Ballard

(l to r) Elsie and Gladys work-ing on the dry farm


Grandpa Lind-

mans 93rd birth-day was celebrat-

ed by many family members. The

party was hosted at Carol and Nor-

riss home.

It was complete with the Taco

Man, making yum-my, to-order tacos,

burritos, and enchi-ladas, with pot luck

salads on the side.

And of course, a traditional Mexican

Piata for the kids to take a turn

swinging at, and of course, eventually

enjoying the candy when the Piata was

finally split. Many of the

children were really good about making sure eve-

ryone got some candy.

All sang Happy Birthday as a giant whipped

cream cake was present-ed. When grandpa was

asked how he was doing on his birthday, he re-

plied, Still here on earth. This event was a high-

light for family, but it was especially for Grand-

pa Lindman who talked of the big party, days

after the event. Its not every day a person turns

93 years old, and he enjoyed every minute of

the wonderful family and many festivities.

93rd Birthday

Facing Adversity with Hope and Gratitude

The last week of

September, Grand-pa Lindman experi-

enced what tests revealed was a

stroke. Examined by paramedics at his

home, it was decided that although all his

vitals looked good, it

was advised that he

be taken to the hos-pital. Doctors deter-

mined that the area of the stroke caused

some memory issues and partial blindness in the right eye. In addition, he had some weakness on the right side. He was

admitted to the hospital. After several days in the IMC, he was released and Carol made arrangements to have him taken

to the Sandy Rehab Center were therapists helped him with speech therapy, swallowing, as well as strengthening his limbs

and assisting him in gaining better balance.

Before long, Grandpa had taught all who came within his voice, a bit of Swedish. And despite the challenges and frus-

tration of his physical body, he would always thank those

helping and working with him. He progressed in some ways,

but it seemed slower that he would have liked, but he kept persevering and would not give in or give up. Even when his

legs became extremely swollen, with intensified leg and hip pain, which made walking even more difficult, he worked

through it with a smile. His worsening lymphedema made it even harder to find comfortable positions to sleep. Experienc-

ing great discomfort and lack of sleep, Grandpa has continual-

ly tried to stay hopeful

and thankful. Surround-ed by family, a priest-

hood blessing was given and finally things took a

turn for the better.

On November 10th he was released from Sandy

Rehab, and taken south

to the Binghams home, where together with Joannes care and more personalized home health care assistance,

within a short time his legs made great im-

provements for which we are grateful.

Henry B Eyring gave

perspective on adversity when he said:

The very opportunity for us to face adversity

and affliction is part of the evidence of Gods infinite love. God gave us the gift of living in mortality so that we could be pre-pared to receive the greatest of all the gifts of God, which is

eternal life. Then our spirits will be changed. We will become able to want what God wants, to think as He thinks, and thus

be prepared for the trust of an endless posterity to teach and to lead through tests, to be raised up to qualify to live forever

in eternal life.

Grandpa Lindman in IMC Hospital

Sandy Rehab Center

Grandpas very swollen legs

Documents

Lindman Legacy Fall Issue 2014