Eunice Richardson, 1923-2011

Life Story of Eunice Richardson
and a General History of the Evans and Richardson Families
as told by her to Steve Richardson

  Eunice's dictated autobiography was read back to her numerous times, giving her the opportunity to expand on what she had previously said.  The text color indicates when additional information was added.  See the bottom of this page for a key to the dates on which this happened.

13 November 2005
  I was born January 14th, 1923 in Eureka, Utah.  My parents were S. Milton Richardson and Maggie Evans Richardson.  My Grandfather Thomas Richardson died of a paralytic stroke the day I was born [to see a picture of him (on left) with his brother Richard, click here].  When I was two years old we moved from Eureka to Spanish Fork.  My father died when I was four years old.  The only thing I remember about this event is when he was in the casket and they held me up to kiss him goodbye.  The casket was in Grandmother Evans' living room; they didn't take them to mortuaries like they do now.  My father died of miner's consumption, or silicosis caused by breathing quartz dust in the mines.  He was buried in the Spanish Fork Cemetery.

  Mother couldn't do much, she had 6 children, one of whom was Mildred, a baby 4 months old.  When we moved to Spanish Fork my Grandpa Evans gave us a lot and Uncle Joe Evans and the Richardson boys, Wes and Les moved a house onto the lot and we lived there until I was 18.  My brothers Milt and Vern worked for Grandfather for years on the farm but were paid nothing except for wheat and livestock, such as pigs and cows.  My mother raised vegetables in a garden in our back yard.  Milt and Vern also sold newspapers all over Spanish Fork.  In good weather they would deliver the newspapers by bicycle; in winter they would borrow Grandpa Evans' horse and sled to deliver the papers.  The newspapers were delivered in bundles tied with twine, which we used for many things around the house.  Milt and Vern salvaged or bought parts from old bicycles.  It was difficult to get an old leaky bicycle tire to hold air.  they would pack the tires with twine to fill the space so that the wheels could roll, and they let their sisters use these bikes.  In the Great Depression many people wanted newspaper service, but had no way to pay for it, and the boys had lots of problems collecting.  One man brought a sack of frozen potatoes and put it on our porch in payment.

  When I was about 12 my schoolteacher was Johnny Warner.  A boy sitting behind me put the ends of my hair into his inkwell.  I jumped up and took the ink bottle and dumped it onto him.  The teacher came down and didn't say much to me, but he took the boy outside and took his sweater off and made me pay to have it cleaned.

  Grandma Richardson lived in a house of white brick in Benjamin, a small farming community near Spanish Fork [for picture, click here; for her autobiography, click here].  Everyone loved her, and she always had someone extra living with her.  She was fanatically clean; everything was kept perfect throughout the house.  The pillowcases in her bedroom had 6 inches of crocheted lace on them.  Out in the back yard she would build a bonfire with a big tub on it boiling laundry, and she would scrub the clothes on a large scrub board.  She would wash on Monday and iron the clothes on Tuesday. At Grandma Richardson's request, the Richardson family held a family reunion at the Arrowhead resort in Benjamin every year around her birthday in August.  We continued to hold one every year until she died.  We didn't have a car, so one of the Richardson boys, usually Uncle Les, would come to Spanish Fork and take us to it.  Back in the days of horse and buggy, Mother dated Les and thought he was a reckless driver.  In our opinion he drove the car so slow that it drove us crazy.  The Arrowhead was a hot springs resort where they had swimming and dancing.  At the reunions they would have dinner the Richardsons had cooked, which was really rich food, with whipped cream on nearly everything.  They made a potato salad that was out of this world, which was made with whipped cream.  We only saw our Richardson cousins once a year, and it was at those reunions.

  My grandmother Margaret Davis Evans was a wonderful woman whom we loved very much [ click here for her picture with a brief autobiography; click here for another picture ].  She was kind and gentle and we loved to go up to visit her.  When I was 9 years old, a neighbor down the street was sick with tuberculosis and nobody would care for her because she had a contagious disease.  So grandmother would visit and take care of her and caught it.  She died at the age of 66.  At the time she died Daisy, Mildred, Bud, and Lou were still living at home with grandpa.  We spent our Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays there, but after Grandma died we started going to share those holidays with Aunt May.

<<to see a picture of the daughters of Joseph J. and Margaret D. Evans in about 1912, click here.>>

  Aunt May Thomas was Mother's sister (her real name was Mary Ann Evans Thomas, born 17 April 1889) [ click here for a picture taken at the time she graduated, probably from high school ].  They were very close.  She was a wonderful woman who was active in church and also politically active in the state auxilliary.  She had 5 children; we grew up with them and were always very close to them.  She lost 3 of her children through death:  Grace, Erma, and Fay.  Grace died when she was two years old.  Erma died the night I graduated from high school; she was my good friend.  She was going to school at Stevens Heneger College and living in Salt Lake.  She came home for Christmas sick with a bad cold, which turned into some kind of respiratory infection and kept getting worse.  It caused her skin to shrivel up so that she became like an old lady.  She couldn't walk without help.  I remember going to visit her in the hospital.  Her dark hair had fallen out because of her high fever, and when it grew back it had turned red and looked like it was burned.  She said, "I don't want to die!  Please don't let me die!"  It was sad, it about killed me.  She died two days later at the age of 18.

  I remember Aunt May saying when Erma died, "If the Lord will only save Faye I can take Erma's death!"  Four years earlier Faye had contracted tuberculosis at age 24 and was in the Sanitarium in Ogden.  She was an extremely beautiful, talented girl.  She sang beautifully in the operetta in high school 3 different years, and we were always so proud she was our cousin.  She had married Glen Hansen and they had one little boy.  In those days there was no penicillin that could be used to treat tuberculosis.  She was getting better and they operated to intentionally collapse one lung and she died on the operating table.  She died in August, just 3 months after her sister Erma.  When Faye died she left a little 4 year old boy, Allen Hansen.  He went to live with an aunt on his father's side.  He was a brilliant boy.  He went on to become an orthodontist in Chicago, he's now an LDS mission president.

  Faye's brother, Dean Thomas was Vern's age.  After he graduated from BYU during World War II, he went to work for the aircraft factories in Los Angeles.  He wanted to enlist to go into the service but the airplane company wouldn't release him.  He felt terrible about this because he felt everyone thought he was 4-F.  After the war he went to work at Hill Air Force Base at Clearfield, where he worked until he retired.  He died about a year ago and is buried in Spanish Fork Cemetery.

  Another brother, Jay Thomas (this was a nickname; his real name was Bert Joseph Thomas (click here for picture)) was in the Army and was stationed at Pearl Harbor at the time it was bombed on December 7, 1941.  He wasn't injured but it was a long time before they found out he was safe (click here for picture).  He married Irene Marx Earl who had five children from a previous marriage (click here for picture).  Jay and Irene had two daughters, Faye Ann and Cheryl Irene. In later years Jay had a problem with alcohol.  One time he was visiting a friend who lived in an apartment house and Jay fell from the balcony and landed on a metal picket fence which went clear through him.  They had to cut the picket off and take him and it to the hospital for removal.  He recovered, but may have died later from infections related to this accident.

  After Faye died, May and Daisy (later Montgomery) moved to Salt Lake, near our place on 5th South and 4th East (this site is currently occupied by the Salt Lake School Board building, and south of the Salt Lake City Library), so we saw a lot of them and spent a lot of time together.  May worked at J.C. Penney's.

  Jay had a buddy in the Army at Pearl Harbor and during the war named George Montgomery.  When he camed home to Utah George married Jay's sister Daisy.  They moved to Southern California and had 7 children:   Lorraine, Larry, Christine, George, Dennis, David, and Faye.

  Stevens Heneger College wouldn't give Erma's quarter or half-year tuition back, so her tuition was transferred to me, and I began to attend business college in 1942.  I specialized in general office, typing, shorthand, and book-keeping.  I spent a year there.  While attending school I lived with my uncle Bud Evans and his wife Virginia.  He was teaching at Murray High School.   Carol graduated from high school and came to live with Bud and Virginia too.  She worked at the Remington Arms Plant, packing and inspecting bullets.  Then Carol and I moved to Gilmer Drive to stay with Les Hickman's ex-wife Olive for a year.  We were boarders there, and she lived in a real nice bungalo.  She was very good to us.  She had married again and her last name was Rich.  She loved Grandma Richardson, she said she was the greatest person in the world.  She kept saying she was going to take us down to Benjamin to get better acquainted with our grandmother, whom we hardly knew, but she never did.

  World War II started when I was in high school in Spanish Fork.  When I first came to Salt Lake a friend of mine knew the people who owned the Newhouse Hotel and I got a job there. I helped in the housekeeping in the hotel for awhile, then became a waitress in the restaurant.   I had to catch a bus on State Street at 7:00 am and went to school until 3:00, then I worked as a waitress in the dining room at the hotel from 4 to 8, often until 9, then I caught the bus and didn't get home until 10:30 or 11:00.  It was a grueling life.  This was during the war years, there were lots of soldiers in the valley stationed at Camp Kearns, Fort Douglas, and Camp Williams.  If I was paid at all, it wasn't much, and in tips if I got a dollar a night I was really lucky.  I had to catch a bus at 10:00 at night.  One night I got off the bus at 45th South and it was raining.  This man came up in a car and said, "Do you want a ride?," and I said no.  He then said, "Don't you recognize me?  I'm your neighbor!"  At that time I didn't know my neighbors, so I got in the car.  When we got to our street he just sped up, so I opened the door and jumped out, and he kept going.  Skinned me from head to toe; my clothes were ruined, and I was really banged up, but alive.  I might not have been if I had remained in the car.

  Mother and Mildred came to Salt Lake City to live, and we moved with them into the Brockbank Apartments on 5th South.  Mildred finished 2 years of high school at South High.  She was really a beautiful and popular girl.  Her friends called her "Pretty Mickey".  At that time Margaret was married to Kenny Carter and they had two kids, Ronnie and Sandy, and had bought a house in Orem.  Kenny enlisted in the SeaBees and was sent to the Pacific for four years.  We rented a house next door to the apartments and Carol and I, Mother and Mildred, Margaret, Ronnie, and Sandy lived there.  This house was filled with old furniture.  There were tables, chairs, and a huge bedroom set that were all said to have been handmade by Brigham Young, whose niece owned the house.  The house itself was old and decrepit and we didn't like it ever.  The bedroom set was huge, with a huge bed and headboard and a large wardrobe.  All of it, the headboard, and the doors of the wardrobe were hand carved with elaborate designs.  When we were moving out of that house the owner told us we could take any of the furniture we wanted.  We didn't have room for the bedroom set, and though we wanted the hand-carved table with a glass top, she wouldn't let us have that.

  During the time we lived there, we were in the 8th Ward.  After the war ended we had many young people in the ward; there were parties, gatherings, and activities of all kinds.  I was president of the Young Women's Mutual Improvement Association, a teacher in the Junior Sunday School, secretary to the Bishop, and I edited the ward newspaper.  Mildred met Dick in the ward at this time, and Carol met Vern at a party up at Silver Lake near Brighton.  Both couples were married soon after.  Mother and I moved to Lewis Court, which is on 4th South and 3rd East.  We lived there until Mother's death.  To learn more about Maggie Richardson, click here.
19 November 2005
  My mother was a wonderful person.  She loved us with all her heart.  We were first in her life.  We never had much money but we always had plenty of food.  She was a really good cook.  She raised a huge garden every summer and canned hundreds of quarts of fruit.  She would pick fruit at local orchards and was paid in fruit.  We would earn also money to buy our school clothes by picking fruit.  We would store potatoes and carrots underground in a root cellar.  She would bake a loaf of fresh wheat bread every day.  In the summertime the heat of the coal stove made it too hot to do this during the day, so she would get up very early in the morning to bake bread.  In the summer our lunch and dinner was heated using an electric plate.

  Grandpa would give us a baby pig or calf every year and we would raise it until it was big enough to slaughter.  We had no refrigeration, so it would be killed and hung up on our porch to keep it cold.  This is a horrible memory.  I can still hear the squealing as Grandpa or Joe killed the animal in the back yard.  It affected Margaret so much that she stopped eating meat.  When she married Kenny he was a meat and potatoes guy, so she had to cook meat every day but wouldn't eat it.  She would cook a turkey but wouldn't eat any of it.  Many years afterward she began to eat meat sparingly and with reservations.  She only would eat pork in the form of ham or bacon, because it was cured.  She would only eat beef if it was burnt--like a burnt hamburger or steak.  She would cook a very well done roast beef on Sundays and eat a small amount. (burning it may have been the secret to her excellent gravy!)   She wouldn't touch chicken or turkey, even though she could cook both very well and did quite often!  She had an aversion to meat and was largely vegetarian. 

  When we would come home each day the old coal stove was loaded with coal so it could be lit and heat the house.  One time the cat crawled into the oven to get warm.  When we lit the oven it baked the cat.  I couldn't eat anything that had been cooked in that oven for a long time.

  Mother loved music.  She used to sing all kinds of songs just for us.  She taught Sunday School to children (it was called Religion Class) for many years.  She would tell the children many stories.  At night she would tell us stories and sing to us until we went to sleep.  One song that she sang, and taught us to sing, was in Welsh.  It began sounding like this:  "In a coom row in bach annointee a yot / In cud my in bobo in old glad mnad. . . ."  The stories were of all kinds, and she loved poetry.  She kept scrapbooks.  Every time she would find a poem or a story in a magazine or the newspaper she liked she would cut it out and paste it into the books.  These scrapbooks formed almost a diary of her life and interests.  Sometimes as she read the newspaper she would see a picture of someone that looked like someone she knew.  She would clip this out and paste it into her scrapbook without explaining why she had done this.  When we left Spanish Fork most of our stuff was left behind in the basement and the renters destroyed or stole nearly all of it.

  One of Mother's cousins on the Evans side of the family was Ab Jenkins.  She used to date him when they were young.  He drove a race car, the Mormon Meteor on the Salt Flats during the 1930s and was quite famous in auto racing.  In the 1940s he was elected Mayor of Salt Lake City.  [for more information on him, click here and here.]

  She was about the same age as her Aunt Daisy, daughter of Grandpa and Grandma Davis.  They were raised together, so they were like sisters.  She lived just a few blocks away in Salt Lake.  She was a beautiful woman.  She and mother would go places together and to church (we were in the same ward) and to the temple.  Everybody loved Aunt Daisy Fail.  When we first came to Salt Lake her husband George Fail was alive, but he died soon after.  In the summer months Mother and her group of friends would take the train out to Saltair to swim.  They would do lots of things together, such as go to the temple, to Daughters of Utah Pioneers, and to movies.  It was the happiest time of Mother's life, the late 1940s and early 1950s.  After Mother died I moved to 11th East, then I moved to a 4-plex owned by the Johnsons, which was just a block up the street from Carol and Vern.  Later I moved across the street into another 4-plex, then from there to the Hillcrest Apartments on 1st Avenue, on the hill overlooking the Salt Lake Temple.  I lived there for 7 years. 

  Mother said your family will always come to get you when you die.  When she was a little girl it was nighttime and she was sitting on the porch.  Her folks were visiting Aunt Carrie's husband (Dave?) who was dying across the street.  She saw two men dressed in white go in and then come out of the house with him.  Her parents came home later and said that he had died.

  Mother was very religious.  We always went to church on Sunday and to other church functions during the week.  She was so proud of Milt and Vern.  They went to California to find work and always helped her a little financially, together this was about $50 a month.  That paid our rent.

  When she was young Mother had a tough time at home.  She was the oldest child.  Her father was out on the road 7 months out of the year.   He would only come home when the weather got bad.  She was the oldest of 13 children.  She was taken out of school after 8th grade so that she could care for the younger children and take care of the home.  When she was a teenager she did take a sewing course at the BYU, and she became an excellent seamstress.  Grandma Evans was sick with melancholia (depression) and had difficulty dealing with life.  She would just sit in a chair all day. 
23 July 2006
  For my Grandpa Joseph J. Evans, work was his entire life.  His father was Thomas David Evans, the one-legged handcart pioneer who emigrated from Wales with his wife Priscilla in 1856.  Because of his handicap, he was unable to farm like most men, so he opened a store in Spanish Fork, and was able to buy many supplies inexpensively from the Army when the military post Camp Floyd was closed down after the start of the Civil War.  About that time the LDS church started the Zions Cooperative Mercentile Cooperatives (ZCMI) and his father was able to sell stoves and other items at prices lower than ZCMI.  Even though he had 10 or 12 children, Thomas was called on a mission to Wales, leaving his wife and kids to operate the store.  Great-grandmother Priscilla Evans couldn't operate the store the way Thomas did, and the store soon went out of business.  Grandpa's mother and sisters had to go out to the alkali flats north of town and gather alkali, which they sold for making soap.  Grandpa at the age of 14 had to go to work on building the Utah Central Railroad.  Many of the children of the Evans family were angry that the mission call had disrupted their livelihood, and I don't think any of Thomas' sons stayed in the LDS church, but most of his daughters did.

  Grandpa was on the road most of his adult life supervising convicts in building roads throughout the state of Utah [click here for picture; he's in the center].  Among others, he built roads from St. George to Ogden, and up Spanish Fork Canyon to Thistle and from there to Price and Manti and beyond. His crews installed the first paved highway in the state, which led from Salt Lake to Bountiful.  Though he worked with convicts, he judged a man by how honest he was with him.  Everybody called him "Honest Joe".  [Bud Evans once told Steve that Grandpa Evans was one of the witnesses to the execution of the labor organizer and song writer Joe Hill in 1915.  To learn more about that event, click here.]  There is a rock monument on the corner of the park in Spanish Fork honoring Father Escalante [a Spanish explorer who entered Utah Valley through Spanish Fork Canyon in 1776, click here to see a picture of it].  Grandpa Evans brought the rock down the canyon and put it there.  What little money he had he spent on accumulating property, city lots and farmland.  He gave his sons Joe, Bud, and Lou 40 acres each.  He kept some property on the east side of the highway.  But it was dryland farmland so all that could be grown there was hay and wheat [ click here to see it, or here to see a closeup ].  When he died on 1 April 1949, he left all his property to Mildred Ream, who later acquired the properties of her brothers as well. 

<<to see a picture of the Evans family in front of their home, about 1906, click here.>>
<<A color photograph may be seen of Grandpa J.J. Evans in his casket,
  beneath a picture of his wife, Margaret Davis Evans; click here.>>
<< A picture of the Evans family at that time may be seen by clicking here. >>

  Joe’s house and Mother’s house were on adjacent lots in Spanish Fork.  For tax purposes Grandpa decided to keep them on the same title.  When Joe died Aunt Dale came over and said, “This house belongs to me!  You move!”  Mother went to a lawyer and under the Homestead Law got the property back.  But the deed was made out wrong so that she was shorted 3 yards, making it so the house couldn’t have a driveway.  Dale sold her property to Mr. Smith; Milt came to town and bargained with him to buy that part of the property back.   When Joe died Aunt Dale also put her own padlock on the sheds that contained the farm machinery so that Grandpa couldn’t use the machinery or the horses.  This started a feud that lasted many years.  Grandpa couldn’t use the equipment so he quit farming.  Joe’s daughter Anadale once said that her father never got anything from Grandpa, but she was wrong; her mother got it and sold it.

  Lou was a tall, good-looking guy.  He was a twin, his sister Louie died of pneumonia when she was 3 years old.  When he was 18 years old they were cutting down trees and one fell the wrong way and hit him in the head, causing extensive brain damage.  He was unconscious for over a month.  For the rest of his life he suffered from terrible headaches and stuttering.  After the accident he lived with Mildred and Grandpa until he died.  Lou rolled and smoked Bull Durham tobacco.  When anything was hard to do we'd call Lou to come down and do it.  Lou took the burned cat out of the stove and cleaned the oven for us.  He was awkward and had no friends.  His smoking bothered us, but Mother said, "That's the only pleasure he has.  Let him smoke."

  Mildred married Jim Ream unhappily and divorced and went back to live with Grandpa until he died.  After Mildred retired she took seniors on tours all over the world and they loved it.  They went to Wales, Hawaii, the Rose Parade, New York, and Canada.  I went with her on a tour to Banff, then across Canada by bus to Vancouver and Seattle.  She organized these tours and then conducted and narrated along the way.  I thought it was funny that we were on the way to the Cardston Temple and she was drinking coffee to keep awake.  The senior citizens on her tours loved her.  At her funeral they praised her to high heaven.  She was a dyed-in-the-wool Republican and was elected Utah County Recorder for one term.  In her younger days she worked for the telephone company as an operator.  After she lost the bid for reelection she went back as head operator for the phone company.  She also did a local radio talk show, "The Spanish Fork Reporter".  She would give local news for 15 minutes each day.  She died on 28 September 1979.
26 November 2005
  Aunt Daisy McClellan worked many years as a dietician in Los Angeles.  It was for a clinic where people would check themselves in to lose weight.  She was also a registered nurse.  About 1945 she came back to Spanish Fork and married Earl McClellan from Payson.  Earl had been married before and had a family, and she was about 45 [click here for picture].  They had no children of their own.  They bought a home near the Manti Temple and worked as ordinance workers for many years.  The Church sent them on a mission to Arizona and he built homes for the Indians and she worked with the Indian women teaching them to take care of their homes.  They both were very dedicated to the Church.  When they returned from their mission they brought a little Indian girl about 8 years old and raised her as their own, providing for her as their own child, and even giving her piano lessons.  They remodeled their home in Payson and made it into a nursing home.  She had about 6 patients at a time.  After Earl died she couldn’t do it alone, so she gave it up.  She was a good person, but she was also very difficult to get along with.  In later years she became a fanatic Republican, just like all the other Evans’.  She would get those misleading Reader’s Digest sweepstakes notices telling her she’d won millions, and the first thing she would do while waiting for the check (that never came) is to send big contributions to various Republican politicians, including Ronald Reagan, the first George Bush, Newt Gingrich, and especially Robert Dole--and also the TV evangelist Jerry Falwell.  In return they would send her autographed color photographs of themselves, with a plea for more money.  Occasionally she did win actual prizes, such as a sewing machine, but it wasn't any good.  She had a difficult personality, but she did a lot of good in her life.  Milt told her once that she and Mildred and Bud were the only three left of the original Evans family, and they ought to try and get along with each other.  She never spoke to Milt after that.  When he visited she would direct all her questions and comments to whomever Milt was with, saying things like, "Rose, will you ask Milt if . . . ." while he was sitting right there in her living room.  Daisy died on 5 August 1991; her will left the house in Payson to Earl’s family, but we were allowed to take what we wanted from it.  So we took pots, pans, china, linen, household goods, and also the genealogy and family pictures that she had gatheredTo read an account Daisy wrote to describe a visit to the Dream Mine, click here.
3 December 2005
  Aunt Fay Edison was a wonderful person.  She had polio when she was about 3 years old and she always wore a shoe with a lift on it because one leg was shorter than the other.  She was a beautiful woman, and very intelligent, with dark hair and dark eyes.  She was the third child of twelve.  It was very hard for them because her father and mother and twelve children lived in a two-room adobe house.  She left home and went to Heneger Business College and became a stenographer and secretary.  When she was young she lived in Salt Lake with Aunt Daisy Fail, who was my mother's aunt, and the youngest daughter of our pioneer Davis family.  She married Lew Edison, who was a salesman of some sort, and they lived in Logan; they had 3 sons.  The oldest was Bud (his actual name was Alan).  He was in the service during World War II.  He came home on leave and died at home in an accident.  Hal was the second son.  He was a paratrooper in Africa and on D-Day and all the major battles in Europe (click here to read Hal's autobiography).  Monte went into the Army and on Guadalcanal he caught a skin disease and he suffered from its effects for many years.  After the war Hal graduated from the Utah State Agricultural College and sold drugs to pharmacists for McKesson Drug Co.  Monte also went to Utah State and taught music in the schools at Sacramento.  (click here for a picture of Eunice and Monte, and here for one of Hal, Monte, and Bud.)

  Aunt Minnie was the fourth child of the J.J. Evans family.  She was a school teacher in Heber, Utah.  She married Orville Cummings, and they had 4 children.  Uncle Orville worked in the mines in Park City, and later for Geneva Steel.  Both of these jobs involved a lot of travel to and from their home in Heber, in all kinds of weather.  They had a very good life.  Minnie and Orville had 4 girls, listed here with their married names:  Carol Harding, Lois Higgins, Connie Case, and Margaret, who died when she was a baby.  Aunt Minnie took great interest in all the kids in the extended family and sent each of them a valentine every year.
10 December 2005
  Uncle Joe took care of the farm for Grandpa.  He did everything on the farm while Grandpa was away on road construction.  Joe loved to sing, and he would get everyone to sing with him.  Bud said at one time that Joe should have been on the stage.  They were brothers, were very similar, and even looked alike.  He served in World War I and had completed basic training and was on his way to Europe, but when his unit got to New York the Armistice had been signed, so he didn't have to go.  The ship circled the Statue of Liberty and returned to port.  [According to the book Utah in the World War, by Noble Warrum, p. 342, Joe was inducted into the US Army Infantry and served from 25 Jul 1918 to 13 Feb 1919.  Click here to see his picture, and here to see his draft registration card.]  After he returned to Spanish Fork he married Dale Beck and they had five children, Madge, Anadale, Shirley, Reed, and Geraldine.  We knew them very well, for they were our neighbors.  Geraldine was one month older than Carol, and I ran around with her all the time.  All are dead now except for Anadale Loveless, who lives in Midvale and Geraldine Milner, who lives in Spanish Fork.  On New Years Eve, 1935 Joe was coming back with a load of coal down Spanish Fork Canyon.  He did this frequently to earn extra money because the farm wasn't paying anything.  He stopped to help someone who had a flat tire.  It was after dark.  He had his lights shining on the other vehicle so that he could see to change the tire.  Another vehicle came around the corner and hit his truck, and Joe's legs were crushed between the two vehicles.  The other truck kept going and the person responsible wasn't captured until much later.  It was New Years Eve and they brought him home on a stretcher in great pain.  He died just a few hours later.  It was a terrible night for everyone.  He was greatly loved by his children.  His daughter Shirley Housekeeper developed an emotional problem that remained with her throughout the rest of her life.  She suffered from hallucinations where she would see things in the sky that weren't there.  These led to emotional breakdowns, and she was treated at the State Mental Hospital in Provo.  At one time Bud went to visit her.  She was playing the piano and the other patients were marching around as she played.  Bud was so fascinated to see this that he stayed to watch and they locked him in.  She was also a very good singer.  Despite all her problems, her six children turned out to be exceptional people.

  To see a picture of Joe and Bud Evans, click here.

  This is how Joe's accident was described in two newspapers:

Crushed by Truck
SPANISH FORK, Jan 1.---Joseph D. Evans, 35, World war veteran, was killed by a hit-and-run driver last night while he was repairing a tire on his truck.
  Mr. Evans was replacing the tire in Spanish Fork canyon, five miles east of here, about 9 p.m., when a coal truck rounded a curve and crushed him between the two trucks.  He was brought to the Spanish Fork hospital where he died a few hours later.
  The license of the coal truck was obtained by Charles Allred, who witnessed the accident.
  Mr. Evans served in the army from July, 1917, until February, 1919.  He was a member of the Spanish Fork American Legion post.  He is survived by his widow, one son, Joseph, and four daughters, Madge, Anna Dale, Shirley, . . . . 
[ the rest is missing due to a printing error. ]
--Deseret Evening News, Jan 1 1936.
Fifth Death Blamed Upon Hit-Run Motorist
  Traffic accidents snuffed out the lives of five Utahns and critically injured four others in the first four hours of Utah's New Year Tuesday. 
  Four New Year's merrymakers were almost instantly killed and their four companions seriously injured when the car in which they were returning from a dance overturned after leaving the highway near Huntington, while the fifth death occurring at the mouth of Spanish Fork Canyon, was blamed on a hit-run driver.
The dead:
Francis Otterstrom, 30.
Llewellyn Mathie, 22.
Lindon Jones, 20.
Paul Cavallo Jr., 18.
All of Huntington.
Joseph D. Evans, 36, Spanish Fork. . . .

  Mr. Evans, a coal trucker, was crushed to death while repairing a rear tire of his truck, which was stopped just ahead of another truck on the highway at the mouth of Spanish Fork canyon, five miles east of Spanish Fork.  A third truck crashed into the rear of the vehicle parked behind the Evans' truck, fatally crushing Mr. Evans.  The driver of the hit-run truck halted momentarily and then sped away, officers were told. . . .
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  Utah county peace officers enlisted state highway patrolmen in a statewide search for the driver of the truck responsible for Mr. Evans' death.  The truck bore both Utah and Idaho plates.
  Ronald McKell, a farmer, witnessed the accident which occurred after Mr. Evans' truck blew out a tire.  He told Spanish Fork officers that Evans walked to his farm after the blowout and asked for aid in repairing the tire. 
  Mr. McKell and Mr. Evans drove back to the Evans truck and the former said he parked his truck well off the highway behind the other vehicle.
  While Mr. Evans was repairing the tire, Mr. McKell said, a third truck sped down the canyon and struck the rear of his machine.  The McKell truck crashed into the Evans machine, crushing the trucker between them.
Driver Speeds Away
  Mr. McKell, who was sitting in the cab of his truck, said he saw the third driver back away from the crash, halt momentarily and then speed on.  Mr. McKell took Mr. Evans to the home of Dr. J.W. Hagan of Spanish Fork, where he died at 12:15 a.m.
  The son of Joseph J. and Margaret Davis Evans, Mr. Evans was born in Spanish Fork March 17, 1896.  He is survived by his parents, his widow, Mrs. Mary Dale Beck Evans, and a son, Joseph Reed Evans, all of Spanish Fork.
  The body was taken to the Claudin Funeral home at Spanish Fork, where funeral arrangements are pending.
  Mr. Evans, a world war veteran, was a member of the Spanish Fork post, American Legion.
--Salt Lake Telegram, Jan 1 1936

<< To see a missionary picture of Bud Evans, click here. >>
<< For one of Bud and Virginia in 1974, click here. >>

  B. Davis Evans was the pride and joy of the Evans family.  He was prominent in acting, singing, writing, teaching, and everything else he did.  At one time he served as 1st Counsellor to Bishop Byron Geslison in the Spanish Fork Fifth Ward.  He graduated from BYU in Drama.  While there he participated in all the plays and musical programs.  While he was in college he and some other boys lived in a camp wagon that they had set up in an orchard at about the site of the Ernest Wilkinson Center on the upper campus.  After graduation he taught speech and drama at Murray High School, then during the war he went to the Japanese Internment Camp at Topaz to teach the Japanese children.  He loved the Japanese people.  [You can read the camp newspaper if you click here, and other documents if you click here.  Photographs of Topaz can be seen here] After the camp was disbanded he went to teach at Spanish Fork High for the next 30 years.  He was so popular in Spanish Fork that they called him "Mr. Spanish Fork."  He did so much for so many people.  He wrote a weekly column called "Around the Town" for the Spanish Fork Press for many years.  [Click here to read one of his articles.] After he retired he wanted to quit writing his newspaper column, but so many readers protested that he continued to write it until he died.  One man kept all of Bud's columns in a scrapbook until he died, and then that man's children gave the scrapbook to Bud.  Every play he produced, he would send us tickets and we would go down to see them.  He did not only school productions, but also community, county, and state productions.  We were always so proud of him, so proud to call him our uncle.  He married Virginia Lloyd
and they had 4 children, Joe, Mike, David, and Pat.  Bud was a wonderful man, and he had a good sense of humor.  He once said that "a day without laughter is a day wasted," and he made sure that his days, and the days of those around them were not wasted.  His son David got aids and came home from San Francisco to die.  Bud took care of him.  This was really hard for him.  A month after David passed away, Bud died on July 4th 1990.  We'll always miss Bud, we loved him greatly.
17 December 2005
  After I graduated from Stevens Heneger College I worked for the Utah State Building Board [click here for picture].  In those days the only kind of work available to women was secretarial.  I was able to get this kind of work because I'd studied that subject in college.  The school placement office gave me a choice of several possible employers, and I decided to work for the state.

  The Building Board was responsible for construction and maintenance of state-owned government buildings, such as the state offices and colleges.  I worked in a one-girl office, and I was the girl.  I didn't especially like that.  There was a girl who worked in an office next door to mine, and we'd go on breaks and to lunch together.  There was a man in our office who smoked a pipe and cigarettes, and it was just awful.  Of course in those days there were no restrictions on smoking indoors, so we just had to learn to live with it.  One day just before I returned to the office a man had blown his smoke into the drawer of my desk and when I opened the drawer a column of smoke came out and billowed straight into my face.  I told the boss and he got on the old guy about it.

  When I started working there, I was only 18 years old, and not old enough to vote.  J. Bracken Lee was Utah's governor at this time.  I met him every once in awhile when he would come into the office to see my boss.  I wasn't impressed at all with him.  During election time I had to stand on the street corners and pass out political pamphlets; I also had to distribute pamphlets door-to-door, as did all state employees.  We had to do this without pay on our lunch hour and on Saturdays as one of the requirements of our job.

  I stayed with the state for five years.  During that time I wanted to change jobs but kept getting raises and was talked into staying.

  While I worked for the state I started having trouble with my leg.  I had fallen and the doctor discovered that I had a tumor in my knee.  When I fell I broke my leg at the place where the tumor was.  In an operation some bone from my shin was grafted into my knee cavity.  I was on crutches for 6 months, and the doctor looked at it and decided the graft hadn't worked.  I had another operation and they took a bone from the bone bank and grafted into it.  This time it worked.  But then after a few months I was having pains in my knee and they said the only way I could be helped is by making my knee stiff.  Five years later I had the pin taken out and an artificial knee put in.  I got a strep infection and they had to take the whole thing out and redo it.  I was hospitalized for 10 days and had to have a nurse come to my home for another two weeks.  After the first knee operation I quit working for the state and went to work for Prudential Federal Savings & Loan at 125 South Main Street.  I worked as secretary to the vice-president, then was advanced to be tax and insurance supervisor, a position I held until I left the company, sometimes this job had me work until midnight.  I had an offer to work at Western Savings & Loan in the same position for more money and I accepted it, which was a mistake.  The situation wasn't good there--I had a supervisor who was impossible to please.  I stayed there 5 years, then I retired. 

  When I lived on 11th East Mildred Ream's daughter Sharon came to live with me while she was taking X-ray training.  While living on 12th West I developed a close relationship with the Back family.  About every morning Carol's son Allen would ride his tricycle up the street to my apartment to say goodbye before I went to work.  One time Rose and Milt were staying with me and Allen rang the doorbell.  Rose went to the door and told Allen to come on in.  He said "No thank you," and returned home.  Rose thought that was really funny.  Margaret's daughter Sandy lived with me for about a year while she attended West High School.  Her other daughter Cheryl stayed with me for a year while she attended LDS Business College, where she studied fashion.  Carol's daughter Gay spent a lot of time with me during those years, and stayed with me a lot.  She just liked to be away from the family of boys. I loved associating with these girls, and I also loved having them stay with me.
10 June 2006
  After I retired I needed something to do, so I took a job with Utah Legal Service, helping seniors with legal problems.  Then I quit and now here I am.  I'm now 82 years old.  I had a paralytic stroke 3 years ago this September.  Carol was doing volunteer work for the church.  I got up out of bed and fell to the floor and was there until about 1:00 p.m. when she came home.  I have no memory of this at all.  Carol called her son Darrell, who came and called the paramedics, and I was taken to St. Mark's Hospital for a few days, then transferred to Foothill Nursing Home.  I spent 9 months at Foothill, where I had all kinds of therapy.  I transferred to Woodland Care Center where I was for another 9 months.  Then I came home and Carol takes care of me.  Since having the stroke I have been paralyzed on my left side, which means I need lots of care, which Carol gladly gives me.  I can't read, I can't write, I can barely see, I can't walk.  Life is hard.
27 May 2006
  The Lord gave me a wonderful family, which we will now talk about [click here for a picture of them].  My oldest brother Milton Evans Richardson was born in Spanish Fork on 2 October 1912.  Our father was a miner and Milt spent his childhood in Eureka and in Benjamin with the Richardsons.  When he was 15 his father died.  After that he understood it was his responsibility to take care of the family.  Milt was a wonderful brother.  He helped the family for many years.  We really loved and appreciated him.  Milt and his brother Vern did all kinds of work in Spanish Fork to earn money.  They dug sugar beets, worked at the Del Monte cannery, at the Utah & Idaho sugar factory, and did numerous other odd jobs.   That was summer work.  In the winter they went to Brigham Young University when they could afford it.  They worked on the farm with Grandpa Evans.  Because of the Depression, Milt decided to go to California to find work, so he hopped a train and went to Los Angeles, where he found work in the building trade.  I believe that prior to arriving in Los Angeles he may have applied to work on the Boulder Dam, and may have worked there for a time.  Once he was in Los Angeles he lived with a bunch of boys from Spanish Fork, among whom were Blaine Johnson and Ray Alexander.  They remained great friends for the rest of their lives.  He soon persuaded his brother Vern to come to Los Angeles as well.  Milt had asthma, and because of that he had to leave Los Angeles, and from there he went to Sacramento.  There he worked in dam construction [click here for picture] and building military bases.  When Milt went to Sacramento, Vern stayed in Los Angeles.  In Sacramento, Milt met and married Rose Christensen, and they had five children, Jeanne, Bevan, Kenneth, Steve, and Anne.
To see Rose's autobiography, with a picture of Milt and Rose in 1940, click here.
Before he died on 11 December 1985, Milt started to write his autobiography.  You can read it by clicking here.

  Sometime in the mid-1930s, before either of them had married, Milt and Vern came back to Spanish Fork to remodel our house.  They had saved up enough money to do this, and we moved into Grandpa's house while the work was taking place.  They put in new walls, windows all the way around, and remodeled the kitchen and bedrooms, and replastered the walls.  At the end of the summer Milt and Vern returned to Los Angeles.  Even when the remodeling had been completed, that house had outdoor plumbing, and didn't have an indoor toilet until after we had moved to Salt Lake City and Margaret and Kenny moved in and installed it.  When we moved from Spanish Fork we rented the house out for $25 per month, but the renters seldom paid rent and tore the house to pieces.  They put holes in the walls and broke nearly everything else as well.  Later Ken and Margaret moved from Springville into that house, and repaired and remodeled it.  After they moved out we sold it to my uncle Bud for $4000.  Bud fixed it up and sold it to his grandson, who took out a $14,000 mortgage to remodel it some more.  Since then the house passed through more owners, and though we don't know how much the most recent seller received when the house was sold in the summer of 2006, the realtor was asking $109,900.  It was listed as having "2 bedrooms, 1 full bath, .28 acres--64 feet wide / 202 feet long, appliances included, a good starter--room to grow."
[This house still exists, and you can see a recent picture of it by clicking here.]
[Click here for a picture of Milt, Vern and Bud as kids.]

  Vern was born on 16 August 1914.  When Mother was pregnant with him she went to live with Grandma Richardson in Benamin.  Grandpa Richardson's brother, Richard Richardson [ he's on the right in this picture, click here, or for his biography click here ], was also living in the Richardson home at that time.  He told Mother that he had never married and if she would name her baby after him, he would leave him all his possessions when he died.  Mother named her son Richard Vernon Richardson.  When Richard died in July of 1925 Vern didn't inherit anything from him except the name Richard.  Before Margaret was born Vern went to live with the family of his grandfather, Joseph James Merriman Evans [click here for picture].  At this time our father was sick from a sunstroke.  My mother and Vern lived with the Evans', my father and Milton lived with the Richardsons for an unknown amount of time until our father got better and returned to Eureka and his work in the mines.  Vern loved hunting and fishing.  He and his best friend Max Holt would go out and come back with fish and rabbits.  He worked for Grandpa on the farm for many years.  He and Milt had paper routes.  They delivered all the papers in town.  In the winter they'd use Grandfather's horses and sleigh to make deliveries.  Vern attended the BYU.  Among the classes he took was shorthand.  He didn't go to the Y as long as Milt.  Vern bought a Model T Ford open air automobile and loved to take us all for a ride around the city.  That was really a thrill for his mother and sisters, who never had a family car.  Vern followed Milton to California, learned construction, and worked in the shipyards during the war building Liberty ships.  There he met Magdalene Schulthess.  At that time she was secretary to the President of the May Company, and a very pretty girl.  They married in the Salt Lake Temple, then they bought a home in Downey.  They had four children, Loa, Ruth, Joan, and Evan. Milt moved to Sacramento and later asked Vern to come up there, which he did, and joined with Milt to form the Richardson Brothers Contractors.   They worked closely together for nearly thirty years.  The homes of Milt and Vern were built near each other on the same large lot of nearly an acre, and their families were raised together, being our California branch of the Richardson family.  Every summer Mother would travel to California.  The first time she took Mildred with her to Los Angeles, and after that she went alone to Sacramento and stayed with her sons.  She thought Milt and Vern were the best sons a mother could have [click on a year to see a picture: 1948, 1953]

<< To see pictures of Madge and Vern, click here (courtesy of Loa Richardson Willis). >>
<<To see a picture of Madge and Vern dancing, click here.>>

  Vern was very active in the church.  He served in most of the church organizations, including as a counselor in the bishopric.  He lived a very good and happy life; he had a good disposition.  He was fun to be around, and everybody loved him.  When Carol's husband Vern got sick he called her one night and told her "this isn't your problem, it's our problem!"  When Madge's mother was ill, Madge came to Salt Lake to be with her.  After she died I was in California and Vern and I drove to Salt Lake City together.  At one point he let me drive.  He didn't know that I'd never driven.  We were driving along across Nevada at high speed.  He said, "Slow down, put your foot on the brake!"  I replied, "Where is the brake?"  He didn't let me drive after that.  Vern loved ice cream.  He would make an ice cream cone that would stand six inches high, as tall as it could be and still stand up by itself.  You couldn't visit his home without being offered a huge helping of ice cream.  When we lived in Spanish Fork, every Saturday he would come home with a big chunk of ice and we would break it up into cubes and make vanilla ice cream.  Mother would make a big batch of her famous sugar cookies.  All the kids in the neighborhood, including Uncle Joe's kids always commented on Mother and the wonderful sugar cookies she made.  Madge and Vern were ordinance workers in the Oakland Temple.  I remember every summer they would take their family on a vacation to Lake Tahoe.  They would stay in a motel.  They probably fished, mostly.  Vern also loved to read.  He died of a heart attack in Sacramento in 1977.  For many years the dream of Milt and Vern and of Mother was for them to come back to Utah to live and work.  Eventually they decided that it wouldn't be economically possible.  They would have to abandon a profitable business in Sacramento and start all over in a different city.  They would have to deal with snow and cold weather, and compete for contracts with men who were more familiar with Utah business practices.  Vern and Madge bought burial plots in Spanish Fork and were buried there after they died.  Milt decided that because of the distances that must be traveled, burial in Utah was not feasible, so he and Rose are buried near Sacramento.

  <<Click here for some pictures: Eunice and Margaret about 1928; Carol and Mildred about 1933>>
<Click here to see a picture of Milt, Mildred, Carol, Eunice, and Vern in Sacramento in 1970>

  Margaret was 5 years younger than Vern, born in Spanish Fork on 15 April 1921.  She was an intelligent, beautiful girl, and very popular.  [ To see a picture of Margaret and her mother on the porch of the Richardson home in Eureka, click here.  To see a picture of Eunice and Margaret, probably in Eureka about 1926, click here.] She dated Kenny Carter through her senior year, and they were married shortly after she graduated from high school [click here for a picture].  After they were married they lived in Spanish Fork, Provo, and Springville.  After we moved to Salt Lake they moved into our home in Spanish Fork and remodeled it, including putting in its first bathroom.  Kenny worked as a plumber.  They were married by a Justice of the Peace in June of 1939 and lived in Orem.  During the Second World War he spent four years in the South Pacific in the SeaBees.  Margaret lived with us, and went to San Francisco a couple of times when his ship came in to dock.  At that time they had two children, Ronnie and Sandy.  After the war they lived in Spanish Fork.  Margaret was an excellent seamstress.  She made clothing for herself and all her children, which eventually included Cheryl, Milt, and Julie [click here for a picture of Margaret and Ken in the 1960s].  When Kenny died (probably from a blood clot related to a workplace injury) in 1966, Margaret was devastated.  Being only 45 years old,  she had been a housewife all of her life and had no marketable work skills.   With Kenny gone she was in a desperate situation with no money.  Fortunately her Bishop worked for the city, and offered her a job with Springville City, where she took a job and worked until she retired.  Her children and grandchildren were a source of pride to her and she would do anything to help them.  She considered herself fortunate to live near all of her children and grandchildren, and developed a close, loving relationship with each of them.  She helped her daughter Julie in raising her kids while Julie was going through a divorce and having a rough time.  Margaret also had Julie's son Josh come to live with her during his high school years, and she saw to it that he did well and graduated from high school and LDS seminary.  At this same time she took in Julie's other son Norman for a few months while he attended elementary school.  Sandy's son Devin (who is now deceased) later lived with her for awhile, and she helped him out during difficult times.  Brian (Ron's son who is now a prosthodontist) also lived with her while he went to the BYU.  In these ways she helped out all her grandchildren.  About 1992 she came down with ovarian cancer.  She didn't want to die because she felt she had unfinished business and wanted to be with her children just a bit longer.  But she also did not want to live to be helpless and dependent; she was not that kind of woman.  She was happiest when she was helping others, and was unfamiliar with the concept of others waiting on her.  At the last she was bleeding internally.  A blood transfusion would have kept her alive for awhile, but on 10 November 1993 she died before she could receive it.  She is buried in the Evergreen Cemetery in Springville.  At Margaret's funeral, Mildred spoke and reviewed her sister's life story.  She used a school paper written by Kristi Carter.  You can read it by clicking here
17 June 2006
  Carol was born in Eureka on 14 October, 1924.  She was a pretty, popular girl, graduating from Spanish Fork High School in 1942.  She came to Salt Lake shortly after high school.  This was during the Second World War, and she got a job at Remington Arms where she inspected cartridges.  Then she worked at the Clearfield Naval Depot, where she did a variety of jobs related to labeling, packing, and shipping packages of military supplies overseas [ click here for picture ].  After the war she worked as a teller downtown at the Continental Bank.  About this time she met Vernon Back not long after he was released from the service.  She met him at a church party at Brighton.  They went together for two years and were married in the Salt Lake Temple on 28 June 1948 [click here for a picture].  He used his mustering out pay to start a service station in partnership with his brother Bob, called "Bob and Vern's".  They had two stations, Vern ran the one near the Denver & Rio Grande train station on 4th West.  He didn't like that kind of work, so he went to Utah Trade Tech to become a sheet metal worker. After graduation Vern became an apprentice sheet metal worker with the Gudgell sheet metal company [click here for a picture of him spot-welding].  He specialized in making smokehouses for curing meats.  Their shop was near where Kent Whipple's plumbing offices are now, but a little further east.  Carol was a good homemaker, mother and wife.  She worked in all the church organizations, including MIA, Primary, and Sunday School.  Vern was busy in his callings in the stake and later as Bishop.  Their children are Gaylynn, Dennis, Darrell, Doug, and Allen [click here for a picture taken about 1968].

  While Vern was Bishop he became ill from what is now known as Lou Gehrig's disease.  This was probably brought about from exposure to metal fumes in his line of work.  Carol took care of him at home for about two years, then he was put into the Veteran's Hospital.  He was there for 3-1/2 years.  Carol worked at the County Recorder's Office.  She would go up to the hospital to visit Vern every day on her lunch hour, and every evening after work.  Though Vern was in a coma, he would smile and show that he was aware Carol was there.  Carol was the only person he would respond to.  There was a girl in the ward, the Smith girl, who had seizures.  Vern administered to her while he himself was ill.  She never had convulsions after that.  Her mother remarked that Vern could heal everyone but himself. 

  While Vern was in the hospital his son Darrell went on a mission to Australia and later Doug went to San Diego.  Vern's retirement funds kept them in the mission field.  The day Doug was supposed to come home, Vern died.  Doug had requested a two-week extension to his mission, but instead he came home for the funeral.  Vern died on 29 May 1977, and is buried in Larkin Sunset Gardens in Sandy.  After Vern died Carol wanted to move.  I was living in an apartment, so she sold her home and we bought a house at 4597 S. Namba Way in Murray.  She served in various church positions, including as Relief Society President, Stake Missionary, and Employment Specialist.  We lived in that home for 25 years.  Doug lived with us while he attended college at the University of Utah, until he got married during his senior year.  Allen lived with us while in high school, then while he attended the University of Utah for a year before his mission, then while in college for a year after his mission.  Carol worked at the Salt Lake County Recorder's Office until she retired in 1991.  She then volunteered as a guide at the Beehive House for 10 years, then on the top floor of the LDS Church Office Building for another 3 years.  Since then she really has been retired.  Her current church job is as Relief Society Compassionate Service Leader.  In this position she is responsible for finding people to provide food for families after a funeral, and for families when there is illness.  Her full-time occupation now is as "care giver", which is really hard work, and which I deeply appreciate.
24 June 2006
  Mildred was born in Spanish Fork, Utah on 23 June 1927.  Her father died when she was 4 months old.  She was always a beautiful child, with dark curly hair.  When she was 16 she and Mother came to Salt Lake to live with Carol and me.  She graduated from South High School in 1945.  She was a very popular girl.  Her friends called her "Pretty Mickey", a nickname for Mildred.  She was a good student and very good at art.  We lived in the LDS 8th Ward.  Dick Whipple came home from the service, he was boarding with a lady there, and started dating Mildred.  They fell in love and eloped to Las Vegas and got married 23 March 1947.  Dick was a very charming, good looking person, very intelligent and talented in art, as was Mildred.  They lived in student housing while he attended the University of Utah.  He attended the University for two years, while working as a plumber; in 1947 he started his own business.  He made plumbing his career, but he continued to take classes and he had interest in a wide range of subjects for the rest of his life.  These subjects included traveling, photography, painting, pottery, scuba diving, ballroom dancing, woodworking, skiing, hiking, backpacking, geology, bird watching, botany, and other topics.  Mildred and Dick have 9 children, Michael, Arlyn, Dianne, Karen, Linda, Bonnie, Kent, Mark, and Gary [click here for picture].  They sent 4 of the boys on LDS missions.  Mildred and Dick were great dancers, and loved doing it.  They participated for many years at church dance events, both teaching and performing.  They loved to travel, and went all over the world.  They toured Mexico, Europe, South America, India, Asia, and Australia, as well as all over the United States.  Together they served a one-year mission to Effingham, Illinois [click here for a picture].  Dick came down with cancer of the esophagus and Mildred took care of him at home for 2-1/2 years, before he died on 19 April 1999.  Mildred is a person who always has to be busy.  In spite of ill health, she has made and donated hundreds of items, such as quilts, knit hats, and dolls to the LDS Humanitarian Center.  As you can see, she is a remarkable woman, the most remarkable I've ever known.

  If there's anything you would like to know more about, please let us know and we'll ask.  Please contribute anything you may have or know of that could add additional details to the story.  This could include diaries, letters, biographies, pictures, pictures of artifacts, and even recipes and as-yet-unwritten family stories and traditions.  If there's anything else you can add or feel needs to be revised, please let me know. 

I'm Milton Richardson's son, Steve.  I can be emailed by clicking here.  Or reached by phone at (801) 250-1573.

  If you don't have any contribution to make and all this is news to you, this account has been written for you.

26 August 2006:  3 additional segments were added, and are shown above in this color of blue.
11 October 2006:  A picture of Ken and Margaret Carter was added; the link is in green.
22 October 2006.  Pictures of Richardson children were added (click here), also Milt, Vern and Bud, here.
29 October 2006.  Picture of Back children, here; of Mildred and Dick, here.
  3 December 2006.  Picture of Eunice and Margaret at Eureka in 1926, here.
10 December 2006  Picture of Margaret D. Evans, here; Carol Richardson at Clearfield, here.
31 December 2006  Various pictures added, their links are in black above:  Maggie1, Maggie2, Eunice, Milt, Vern, Family.
18 March 2007  Mildred's review of Margaret's life (with help from Kristi Carter), click here.
21 April 2007    Pictures of Margaret, click here; picture of Earl & Daisy McClellan, here; JJ Evans, here
  5 June 2010     Picture of Margaret and Ken Carter, click here.
  5 Nov 2010     Faye Helm provided pictures and additional information about her father, Jay Thomas.

To read Eunice's obituary, click here.
To view Eunice's scrapbook of family pictures, click here.
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