4. Clifford Hazen EDWARDS [scrapbook] ¹ was born ^{2, 3, 4} on 21 Feb 1937 in Preston, Franklin, Idaho, United States. Clifford was born in the covenant. He was baptized on 05 May 1945 in Preston First Ward, Franklin, Idaho, United States. He was confirmed a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on 06 May 1945 in Preston First Ward, Franklin, Idaho, United States. He received his initiatory on 31 Jul 1957 in the Logan Utah temple. He was endowed on 31 Jul 1957 in the Logan Utah temple. Clifford married ⁵ Deanna Mae PRATT (KIMBALL) ^{1, 6, 7, 8} on 28 Jun 1963 in Logan Temple, Logan, Cache, Utah, United States. They were sealed on 28 Jun 1963 in the Logan Utah temple.

Clifford was blessed on 04 Apr 1937 in Preston First Ward, Franklin, Idaho, United States by Francis Thomson. He was ordained a Deacon by Charles Merrill on 06 Mar 1949 in Preston First Ward, Franklin, Idaho, United States. Clifford Hazen EDWARDS was given a patriarchal blessing on 14 Jan 1951 in Fairview, Franklin, Idaho, United States by . He was ordained a Teacher by Andrew B. Shumway on 02 Mar 1952 in Preston First Ward, Franklin, Idaho, United States. He was ordained a Priest by Kermit Herd on 14 Mar 1954 in Preston First Ward, Franklin, Idaho, United States. He was ordained a Elder by William A. Sorenson on 18 Mar 1956 in Seventeenth Ward, Cache Stake, Logan, Cache, Utah, USA. He served a mission from Sep 1957 to Mar 1960 in New Zealand & New Zealand North Missions. He was ordained a Seventy by Henry D. Taylor, Assistant to Twelve Apostles on 11 Aug 1972 in Bloomington Ward, Champagn Stake, Bloomington, McLean, Illinois, USA. He was ordained a High Priest by Joseph R. Larsen on 12 May 1974 in Bloomington Ward, Champagn Stake, Bloomington, McLean, Illinois, USA. [Parents]

OCCUPATION/JOBS:
- Professor, Secondary Education, Illinois State University, Normal, Illinois, 1968-1978.
- Professor, Secondary Education, Brigham Young University, Provo, Utah 1978-

DAD'S 1986 TRIP TO NEW ZEALAND

On the 12th of November I spent the day in the genealogical library and found the shipping records for the Franklins.  It showed Sarah Ann and Marie Emily Franklin as Mrs. Maund's daughters and then shows Mary Ann Maund (Franklin) traveling with two sons aged 13 years and 9 years.  Aunte Ruby's history indicates that the 13 year old was Robert Benjamin Franklin, my ancestor, and the 9 year old was Alex.  Another brother Thomas who was 11 years old apparently died on the crossing.

I found reference to John Edwards jr.'s family. It appeared to be correct for six children.  I had a few clues on marriages for Jane and William Edwards, John's brother and sister. It was necessary to go to Wellington to verify this information because I just had access to the index in Hamilton.

Spent the day in the Hamilton Public Library looking at cemetery records.  I found some conflicting information and discovered that I was really going to need the help of the Lord to be successful.  The problem is that there is a conflict between the record we have from Aunte Ruby and what I was able to find on the index.  My frustration was to realize that I had such limited time in New Zealand and it started to appear that considerable effort would be needed to unravel some of the mysteries.

On the 14th I visited with Meri Finlayson (Reihana).  We talked about her family and the difficulty they all experienced as a result of their father's incest. There family has suffered greatly.  I learned that Meri is married to a returned missionary.  He teaches at the Church College.  Ngawiki is living with them and is coming back to the Church.  Louisa married in the temple but is inactive.  She currently lives in Australia.  Rewa is active in the Church and lives in Whangarei.  The rest of the family is inactive.  
I visited with Bob Manu a former missionary who served with me while I was in the Waikato-King Country district.  He was also Glen's companion.  One of his daughters teaches at the Church College.  It was great to visit with Bob and learn about his family.  He has one son who was just released from a proselyting mission in the New Zealand North Mission.  He served as an assistant to the president.
 
I traveled to Rotorua on the 17th and stayed with the Pinkers.  Sister Pinker's mother really looked after me.  She is such a wonderful saint.  Sister Pinker's grandson took me to the hot baths in the evening.  It was really nice.  There are several pools.  Each of them are a different temperature.  I couldn't put more than my toe into the hottest one.  Some people were sitting in it, however, with water up their necks.  The hot water felt particularly good to me because I had been suffering with back problems for nearly a week and the hot water helped to relax the muscles that were causing  the problem.  

On the 18th I traveled to Napier to make contact with my cousin Isla Coombs.  She is the daughter of one of my grandmother's sisters.  It was a very rainy day but it was beautiful going over the mountains.  When I arrived in Napier, I discovered that Isla did not live at the address I had been given.  She had been living with her brother and they both had moved.  I sat and pondered how I could find her when it occurred that perhaps the post office could probably help me.  I thought they may have left a forwarding address.  At the post office I learned that they only keep forwarding addresses for 6 months.  They had moved nearly two years earlier.  They said they did have a way of perhaps locating them, however.  I told them to go ahead.  I tired to locate the brother, assuming that she would probably still be living with him.  His name was Mathie.  I discovered that there were only two people with his first and last name in all of NZ.  One of these was his son who lived in Taupo.  I finally did get the address and went over and found Mr. Mathie.  He was somewhat hostile but gave me the name of a woman I could call who could tell me where Isla lived.  I stopped at a phone box and called her and got the information.  When I got to Isla's place I noticed that she was much older than I believed her to be.  I had to realize that she was one generation older than I was.  She was actually in her 80's.  We spent several hours trying to remember things that would help me with the genealogy.  I got two death dates from her for my grandmother's sisters.  She also gave me a copy of my Grandmother Edwards Funeral program.  She gave me an autographed copy of "A Marvelous Work and a Wonder" and a couple of old "TeKarere" magazines.  One copy had the article I wrote and the other was the one that told of my release from the mission.  Both copies had a lot of missionary photos.  She told me that Grandfather Edwards met my grandmother in a bakery in Masterton.  She also told me that my grandmother had once been burned so badly the doctors had given up and said she would die.  There were a couple of Maori men who went into the bush and came back with some leaves which they put on her burns which healed her and saved her life.  It was really interesting to learn about this. It made me feel closer to her.  She died a year before I was born and I never had a chance to meet her.  

I traveled to Mauriceville on the 19th.  After talking with Isla, I realized that when Steve and I tried to figure out where Gunder Gunderson lived we were entirely wrong.  We thought the map of Mauriceville showed sections that were like good sized building lots.  Actually they were very large sections used for farming.  His section was actually located in what is now called Mauriceville West.  It contained not only his home, but also the church where he and other members of his family were buried as well as the school and the community hall.  I was also told that they had a platform near their home that was used for dancing.  The church and community hall were still standing, but the school was gone.  The old house was also gone.  All that was left was a pile of boards and two chimney stacks.  It wa really fun to finally find the place.  Steve and I walked all over his land and didn't know it.  On the road in front of his place is a monument to the Scandinavian people who settled there.  On his tombstone there were some thoughtful expressions to him as a community leader.  I brought home a piece of one of the bricks from the chimney as a reminder of this great pioneer.  Isla said the house was standing five years ago.  I wonder if it was standing when Steve and I visited.  

I visited the cemetery where Aunte Ina Hutchins is buried.  She died just a couple of years earlier.  I also looked around for some other Edwards' but found nothing.  She was buried in the Carterton Cemetery.

From the Wairarapa area I traveled over the mountains and down into Lower Hutt where Great Grandfather and Great Great Grandfather Edwards lived.  I felt like I did when I first visited Mauriceville.

On the 20th I went to the Levin House where you can get birth, death and marriage records.  I learned that it cost $4.20 just to look at one of the records and more importantly that you could only look at three per day.  With all I had to do, it looked impossible.  When you look at the index you get names and year but with all the Edwards names it was a real puzzle to find the right people.  On my first visit to the Levin House I got birth information for two of Great Grandfather Edwards' daughters.  One of the three chances I had to look at the records turned out to be a dud.  In the afternoon I spent quite a while trying to locate the graves of GG Grandfather and G Grandfather Edwards.  I had learned in the library in SLC that they were buried in a cemetery by the old parish church in Taita.  I went to the Taita Cemetery and could see it would be impossible to find them there.  I then went to a monument company across from the cemetery to make inquires.  They put me in touch with the sextant for the cemetery who said the cemetery I wanted was a little one by the historic church some distance away.  He gave me a map and instructions and soon I was standing in the church yard.  I looked at every marker and didn't find them.  There were in unmarked graves.  The information I had was obtained from old parish records so they were in fact buried there.  Their grave markers probably were of the wooden variety and had long since deteriorated.  It was really special to be there where they were buried.  

On the 21st I went back to the Lenin House to get more data from the records.  Again I could only look at 3 entries.  I got information on GG Grandfather Edwards deaths well as GG Grandmother Franklin.  I thought at first, I had the wrong person for GG Grandfather Edwards, but upon checking some things out, discovered it was him alright and that I had just make an error in connecting him up in England.  I had thought he was married to Mary Butler but found he was married to Mary Jones and that they had been married in Wales.  The record says he comes from England, however.  I later learned that their first child, Jane was born in Wales even though she was christened in Birmingham, England.  John's father's name was Robert and his mother's name was Mary.  That makes three generations of Marys on this line.  I also found some conflicting information about Mary Ann Gray (Edwards) Some records say she was born in Bath in Sommersetshire.  One of the birth records of her children says she came from Bristol.  I had tried while in Utah to send for her birth certificate.  When I returned home I discovered that it wasn't her in Bath.  So I have to go looking for her in Bristol.  It turned out to be an earth shaking day for me.  I went from a feeling of disbelief to feeling greatly gratified.  It was a testimony to me of the great care needed in doing genealogy work.
  I went to Palmerston North on the 22nd with the people I was staying with in Porirua (Eric Hart).  He is an instructor at the Police Academy.  We went to see the National basketball championships for the church.  Each team plays 4 games during he day.  The teams were made up of representative regional teams.  The Hamilton region won for the young men and Wellington for the girls.  They chose a national team who then played the local  Palmerston  North team.  They are a regional team for New Zealand.  The Church team beat them by two points.  It was a worthwhile day.  When we got back that night someone had left some pippies for me.  I really enjoyed them.  I ate them cooked, raw and in vinegar.  The raw ones were the best.  I went with Eric and his son as well as Bob Manu's sister's son out to get some Paua.  We got a few plus some kina.  The kina were just as strong as I remembered them.  The paua were very tasty raw, but cooked in butter they were absolutely tantalizing. I was so full that night I felt I would burst.  I had already eaten dinner when the paua were brought in.  They gave most all of them to me to eat.  They were a very special family.  They fed me so much I started to gain weight.  

Went to church in the Porirua Ward on the 23rd.  While I was there I met Doug Quirk.  At fist I didn't recognize him.  While we talked in the hall it came out that he came from Whangarei.  After we pinpointed the time he lived there we suddenly remembered that we knew one another.  As we talked he said he knew an Elder Edwards.  I told him that I had two brothers who were also on a mission about the same time as I.  When I asked him to repeat his name to me I remembered him.  He had lost most of his hair which had altered his appearance too much for me to remember.  I told him that I could remember his long hair and how it stuck up in the air.  He just laughed.  As we talked I recalled that he was a non-member when Elder Jordan and I were in Whangarei.  He was married to Brother Peters's daughter from Whangaruru.  He joined the Church about six months after I left Whangarei.  Elder Frandsen baptized him.  It was really great to find out that he had remained active in the Church and had served on the stake high council.  At the present time he was the stake executive secretary.  He said that he could remember giving Elder Jordan and I a bad time and said that it was Elder Joseph Hay that had finally convinced him to join the Church.  Brother Hay came to him and told him that it was time for him to ride the right horse.  He meant it was time to join the Church, so he did.

On the 24th I was able to identify a brother to John Edwards the younger.  His name was Thomas. He was the youngest and was born in 1852.  I had found from John Edwards sr.'s death certificate that when he died in 1889 he had 5 living children.  Jane-56, John 53 and children- males 37 and 47 and a female 39.  I decided that William the third child had probably died by this time.  I realized at the time that you couldn't depend on the dates reported on death certificates to be 100% correct but it gave an indication.  

On Tuesday the 25th I was able to look up 6 names.  I had them on order since the pervious Thursday.  I got a birthday for James Henry Edwards.  Also got marriage information for Alexander Franklin and the older John Edwards.  Also got marriage information for Alexander Franklin.  I though I had marriage information for Jane Edwards but it turned out to be the wrong one.  I spent considerable time during the day at the Levin House as well as at the library in Lower Hutt.  The library had an index that I could use without interference from anyone.  The one at the Levin House could only be used for 15 minutes at a time.  I needed to use it for much longer periods.  It was under inspiration that I found the index in the Lower Hutt library.   Apparently few people are aware it is there.  

On the way back from Harts I seemed enticed by something to stop at the shopping center in the center of town.  I parked the car and got out to walk down the street, what for I didn't know.  As I got out of the car I looked up and saw that I had parked in front of the library.  I said to myself that I must go in and see if they had anything that would be useful for doing my research.  I found that they had the cemetery records for all of New Zealand.  I didn't have time that particular day but decided to come back soon and review the records.

On the 26th I experienced some disappointments.  I discovered that the Jane Edwards and the Mary Edwards I had tentatively identified were not my relatives.  I decided that I would use the rest of the day trying to find shipping records.  I called the people in the stake genealogical library in the Hutt Valley.  They told me I could go to the National Archives on Vivian Street in Wellington and see them there.  Accordingly I set out for Wellington.  I arrived in a cloud burst.  The rain was falling about as heavily as I could ever remember.  I found a parking space quite close to the library and got drenched trying to go the block or so the Archives.  I was elated to find the shipping records for John Edwards.  He came with a free passage aboard the ship Olympus.  It was 500 tons and landed at Nelson.  It was captained by John Whyte.  It identified John as a carpenter age 32 and Mary as age 33.  There were four children, a girl age 8 and three boys ages 7, 3 and 3 months.  So I had discovered another child, born in England for whom I had been unable to account.  After finding this out I decided to look for information regarding intentions to marry.  The non-member genealogist had told me I might find it useful.  Sometimes you get more information on them than on the actual record of marriage.  The name of this non-member genealogist was given to me by some people in the Temple View genealogical library.  It turned out to be a real help.  While at the Archives I found intentions to marry for William and Elizabeth Clapham (I later found out that John Edwards jr. died at an inn at Ngahauranga owned by the Clapham Family.)  I also found Thomas Edwards intention to marry Philadelphia Benge and Robert Edwards intention to marry Eliza Benge. These records didn't prove the marriage, but I felt confident that I had the correct information and would be able to find the record at the Levin House.  I also found Ann Edwards Intention to marry.  In addition, I found intentions to marry for John Edwards and Mary Ann Gray.  While at the Archives I examined the coroners report for John Edwards.  Thomas William Clapham described the death this way.  "He was at Thomas Mothers place, an Inn in Ngahauranga.  He had been working in Ngahauranga and staying at the inn.  He lived in Taita.  On the thursday he seemed much as usual.  He worked all day.  He had his tea at 5:30 and went out for a while.  He came back at about  6:30 and lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.  Thomas tried to wake him at about a quarter to eleven, but he seemed too sound asleep.  He tried to wake him at 7:00 the next morning but he was dead." Cause of death was given as fatty degeneration of the heart.

On the way back to Porirua I decided to stop in at the library I had previously designed to return to and look at the cemetery records.  As I did, I just happened to be looking at the Lower Hutt St. James Parish records.  I had not as yet distinguished the Lower Hutt St. James Parish from the Taita St. James Parish.  Both of the John Edwards had been buried in the Taita St. James Parish church yard.  I had wondered why their wives were not buried with them.  As I looked at the Lower Hutt records I saw the name of Mary Edwards.  The death date was 30 December 1858 and she had died at age 50.  It certainly looked like it could possibly be John Edwards sr.'s wife.  I wondered why I had not seen her name when I had examined the cemetery records before.  It wasn't until later that I realized that there were two St. James Parishes in two adjoining cities.  One of them held the graves of John Edwards sr. and John Edwards jr. and the Other had John Edwards wife Mary.  I had seen the cemetery records for the Taita St. James Parish both in SLC as well as at he Hamilton Public Library.  Somehow I had missed the cemetery in Lower Hutt.  I have no doubt that I was inspired by the spirit to look at the cemetery records again, this time in Porirua.  
I was really elated and confident when I went to the Levin House to get Mary Edwards' death certificate.  I knew the actual death date.  That was more information than I usually had when I examined the records. To my dismay they said there was no trace of her in the records.  I was really overcome with disappointment.  As I thought about it I was impressed that I should try to examine the parish records at he Lower Hutt St. James Parish at the earliest opportunity.

On the 27th I went back to the Levin House to try to verify records.  I was able to verify that Jane Edwards was in fact married to Thomas Henry Clapham on 9 March 1854.  I also verified the marriage for Ann Edwards to Joseph Pudney.  One of the witnesses was William Edwards.  I verified William Edwards marriage to Elizabeth Clapham.  One of the witnesses was John Edwards, Carpenter from Hutt.  After my time at the Levin House I spent considerable time looking through the index at the Lower Hutt library.  I found what I believed to be Jane Edwards death record.  I tried to zero in on the marriages for Thomas and Robert Edwards. I also tried to find William Edwards death information.  It was difficult because there were so many people with the same names who died or were married near the same time as what could be predicted for the people for whom I was looking.  I made contact with someone at the St. James Church in Lower Hutt to arrange to look the parish records.  They told me to come back tomorrow.  I stopped by the Porirua library on the way just to verify the date on Mary Edwards.  I thought I may have made a mistake.  I also thought that perhaps I had imagined seeing her name in the record.  This seemed to be verified when I started looking for her on the cemetery records for the St. James Parish in Taita.  At this point I was unaware that there was another St. James Church in the area.  It was at this time that I finally noticed that there were two separate St. James Parishes in the area and that John Edwards and his wife Mary Jones (Edwards) had been buried at different ones.  As I was looking for this information I also discovered death information for Thomas and Robert Edwards as well as their wives and some of their children in a cemetery in Wellington.  I was quickly coming to realize the hand of the Lord in the work I was doing.  I was simply amazed.  Doing genealogy is like a maze at times where the influence of the Lord is the only way the puzzles can be resolved.  
The 28th of November was to be my last day in Wellington so I wanted to make the best of it.  I had ordered up 5 names from the Levin house. Out of them I was able to verify birth information for Henry James Edwards and Walter Frederick Edwards (Grandfathers brothers).  I also got a no trace on the date of Alfred George Edwards death.  It appeared on the family group sheet supplied by Aunte Ruby and I don't know where she got it.  I also got verification for Walter Frederick's marriage to Maud Riddick Russell.  I was really happy to get the number of positive identifications.  I then had positive identification for all of grandfathers brothers and sisters except the oldest.  His name is Albert George Edwards.  His temple work has apparently already been done by grandmother Edwards.  One of the other children is named Alfred George.  It made me wonder if they are not the same person.  I believe that the information was obtained by Aunte Ruby from Aunt Ruberta from an old family bible.  I still have not looked at this bible.  I need to see if it still is in existence.  

Today I went back to the Levin House a second time and they let me look up three more entries.  I got death information for Thomas Edwards and Jane Edwards (Clapham)  and the marriage of Thomas Edwards to Philadelphia Benge.  After this I made my way to the St. James Church in Lower Hutt to see if they would let me examine the parish records which contained the information about the death of Mary Edwards.  I was really excited as I went there because it was critical to me.  There was no official record of her in the Registrar Generals Office so I was depending on this entry.  When I got there they sent me away for an hour or two and asked me to come back in order to give them time to locate the record if they could.  They informed me that many of the parish records had been lost in a fire years earlier.  When I returned they produced the record for me to see.  Part of the entry was in ink and the rest was in pencil.  It was the only entry like that.  The name, abode, burial date, and ministers signature were in ink.  The penciled entries included the words "found dead" along with the death date of 30 December 1858,  her age of 50 years and "wife of Edwards."  The people at the parish were kind enough to give me a xerox copy of the entry and I bought a little book about the church.  There were pictures of the old church she was buried from as well as the church in Taita where her husband and son were buried.  The original church in Lower Hutt were she was buried had burned down.   She was buried in that church yard but it is not likely that there is a head stone.  I looked around unsuccessfully.  After I left the church, I got to thinking that if they had found her dead there may have been a coroners inquest, so I decided to drive into Wellington and investigate.  Sure enough they did hold an inquest.  It was a most interesting experience to read the report.  I suddenly became aware of why her name does not appear on her husband's death certificate nor on the certificate of his son John.  They apparently were embarrassed about her.  The coroners report indicates that she periodically had fits and on the 31st of January she apparently had a violent fit which took her life.  They say the condition was aggravated by her tendency to drink excessively.  They found her body in a chair on the veranda.  She was doubled over and had a very dark appearance.  Her husband testified that on the 31st, his wife was somewhat decayed in her mind and talked in a very random manner.  He also said she was in the habit of drinking and had occasionally had fits.  Her son John testified that his mother had been drinking heavily for a fortnight previous to her death.  He also said for the past three days she was a little delirious and appeared out of her mind.  On the previous day she had mistook him for someone else.  As I read the coroners report, I wondered about the possibility that she suffered from epilepsy and perhaps her drink to excess was not related to her condition.  One of the records seems to indicate that she was married to her husband in Wales.  The oldest child, Jane's record of death indicates that she was born in Wales even though her christening took place in Birmingham, England.  

While I was in the Hamilton area, before coming to Wellington, I was referred to the Hamilton public library by one of the genealogy workers in the Temple View Genealogical library.  They told me that a member of the Church worked there and that there were genealogical records there in which I may be interested.  Accordingly I went along to the Hamilton Public Library and began searching the shipping records and the index for vital statistics.  As I was doing this a woman came up to me and said I know something that you may be interested in seeing.  She showed me a book that had names of people who belonged to a worldwide genealogical society.  I noticed that there was a person listed who lived in Fielding New Zealand who was working on the Edwards line in Birmingham, England.  It gave an address so I decided that when I left Wellington I would go through Fielding on my way to New Plymouth. When I got to Fielding I called the person's home and discovered that she had married and left to live in New Plymouth.  I was going in that direction so I thought everything would turn out alright.  

On the 28th of November I left Fielding and stopped at Hawera.  I found the graves of Mary Ann Edwards (Gray) and her son Henry James Edwards and his wife.  I tried to make contact with other Edwards in town but discovered that they were not form our family.  From here I drove to New Plymouth and stopped to visit with Aunte Nora.  She is about 88 at the time.  She called some of the other relatives in town and I was able to meet uncle George and his wife Mazie.  I also met George's son and his wife Edna.  I discovered she was really into genealogy.  I also met a grand daughter of Aunte Nora whose name is Raewyn who is very interested in Genealogy.  She is the daughter of Aunte Nora's daughter Leslie.  I tried to find out what they knew but realized that I knew more of the early genealogy than they did.  They apparently knew only what Aunte Ruby had supplied them before she died.  In my visiting, I learned that my Grandfather Edwards helped to build the civic theater in Auckland.  The first movie I saw in New Zealand was in that theater.  He was also involved in building the spiral railway over the mountains in NZ.  The grade was so steep that it involved a series of tunnels and turns.  He apparently build a model for the railway as well.  He was working on this project when he died.  They also told me about my grandmother Alice and how she got burned.  She was lighting an open fire and someone came in the door and caused a draft which set her clothes on fire.  It is said she felt fortunate that there were no burns on her face.  They did use leaves form a native tree to put on the burns to heal them.  She was 18 or 19 years old at the time.  The Franklin family lived in Kopuaranga across the street about 1/4 to 1/2 mile to the north of the school.  The house burned down during a time one of the children lived in it.  My father along with Aunt Ruberta went to school at the Kopuaranga school.  It is true that grandmother worked in a place in Masterton where she met my grandfather, but they didn't think that it was a bakery.  

On the morning of the 30th of November I spent the morning with Aunte Nora.  She gave me some old photographs including one of grandfather and grandmother's wedding.  In addition there was one of dads graduation in Preston and others of Lee and Fee and their families as well as pictures of Norm, Glen and I.  I hope later that I am able to get pictures of some of our other relatives from Edna and Raewyn.  

On the 1st of December I stopped to visit Bob Manu at his farm near Manaia.  He actually has two farms with over 300 cows and manages four other farms.  In addition he has two travel agencies and plans to open another one.  

While I was in New Plymouth I tried to locate the woman who was listed as doing genealogy on the Edwards line in Birmingham, England.  When I finally reached her she informed me that her name did indeed appear in the genealogical index, but that in reality it was a person named Ian Clapham who was the person doing the research for the Edwards line.  He lived in Fielding.  So on the 2nd of December I made my way back to Fielding.  When I found Ian I discovered that he was a descendent of Jane Edwards, John's older sister.  He provided me with a great deal of information about the Claphams and provided dates for many of our relatives deaths, marriages and births.  He also had pictures of many family members.  Of particular interest to me was a picture of John Edwards senior.  He was called Totara Jack and looks just like my brother Glen.  Ian has sent me this picture along with some other pictures of the family.  He also sent me copies of letters written by John Edwards senior to his father Robert in England.  He also sent me a copy of a will transferring property form John senior to John junior.

5. Deanna Mae PRATT (KIMBALL) [scrapbook] ^{1, 2, 3, 4} was born ^{5, 6} on 26 May 1943 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She died ⁷ on 29 Dec 2010 in Logan, Cache, Utah, United States. She was buried ^{7, 8, 9} on 07 Jan 2011 in Whitney Cemetery, Whitney, Franklin, Idaho, United States. Deanna was born in the covenant. She was baptized on 02 Jun 1951. She was endowed on 28 Jun 1963 in the Logan Utah temple.

Deanna was adopted ¹⁰ in 1996 in Utah, United States. [Parents]

MY LIFE’S STORY

by Deanna Kimball

My Family

From the moment I arrived here, up through each of my 17 years, life has been full of many activities, interests, and the joys and sorrows that enrich life and give it meaning. This meaning starts very early in life, usually in the home. Basic attitudes and beliefs of each individual find their foundation in the home from parents and family members. Consequently, I’ll begin my own story in my home.
I was born in Salt Lake City, Utah, in 1943, and I was the sixth of my Mother’s eight children. When I was very young, my Father left the Church (LDS), and joined another group he thought to be right. Many conflicts followed and my Mother and Father were divorced. When she remarried, she brought us back into the Church and my two oldest brothers remained with my Father.
My step-father tried to accept us as his own children after we were adopted, but because we were not his own children, and because of the adjustments that needed to be made by both parents, there was a great deal of arguing between them. One particular argument I woke up one night and overheard, and it stressed quite plainly on my young mind that he was resentful and was not ready to take over a large family. I felt that he was not my real father and did not accept us as his own children, even though he tried. His nature was both gentle and violent, and his moos were very unpredictable. Again a break occurred. While they were married they hd two children. He was diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic, an illness we were ill prepared to cope with. I was glad when they were divorced. I was around 8 or 9 then.
Many people have asked me how it feels to come from a broken home, since people often make the mistake of connecting juvenile delinquency with broken homes. I have always felt that a broken home can either tear down confidence and character, or build them up. It has increased my determination to succeed, and to make the right choice in marriage, since I believe that love is eternal, and the family unit should be inseparable. However, I don’t exactly look upon our family unit, or our regard for one another as a “broken one” because we, as brothers and sisters, have always been close. We understand individual problems, and do not resent each other.
The bright side of our family life has been the dominant ones, and our family activities and associations have done much to shape my life. (Insert description of brothers and sisters.) We have often gathered at my Mother’s knee to hear bed-time stories. She has become a symbol of strength to me in overcoming any past mistakes she has made, and courage in the way that she has worked, not only to support us, but to guide our lives in a way that would be pleasing to God, and would bring us happiness in life. Often, we have participated in family hours, singing, listening to good lessons, displaying our various talents in speech or song, and enjoying refreshments.
My childhood was spent in Salt Lake, West Jordan, and Bear Lake. I remember many happy hours playing in the haystack, perching on a limb in an apple tree munching apples and reading books, playing hide-and-go-seek in the State Capital building, or sitting in a field of dandelions making chins. My best girl friend in West Jordan had long red pigtails which I admired very much. I was very chagrined one day when Mother cut off my own long blond hair, (after I had previously hacked out some burs for fear of getting spanked.) I wanted long red hair like hers. (Insert West Jordan memories)
We grew used to both city and country life, and I grew to love the tall, impressive buildings and large neighborhoods, as well as the meadows and majestic mountains.
I especially loved the beautiful view from my window in Bear Lake. I often sat by the window at night and watched the moon rises slowly over the shimmering, glassy lake. This was the setting for many of my fantastic dreams. I used to meed a handsome prince out on the lawn, and we often rowed across the lake in a canoe, or just talked. This fair-tale age was good form e because it helped me develop self-confidence, and imagination. AT this age many young people feel inferior, or they feel a need for individuality, and the enjoyment of reading, or using their imagination can contribute to their personality development. However, the child should have other hobbies, and join the wholesome activities with other children to balance his personality.
I remember many childhood experiences but I can only touch upon the highlights. My early years in school were very enjoyable. My sister and I attended school in Salt Lake, and we enjoyed the companionship of many children, and the encouragement of good teachers. When we moved o Bear Lake we went to a small school where only one classroom was used for three grades. Because it was such a small community it was hard to adjust because of the rough treatment and language of he other children in school. After a few years my Mother wanted very much to move to Logan, because she felt we would have more opportunities there. After many unsuccessful attempts we borrowed a truck and moved to Logan. We were veery happy afterwards about that decision.
At first I felt the same uncertainly and lack of confidence in school, and missed a few of my close friends in Bear Lake, but my teacher encouraged me to sing, take part in class, and gave me a part in the district play, Hansel and Gretel. The summer after the 6th grade I took an art class, and participated in the college summer play of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs directed by Dr. York who visited Logan for the summer.
Junior high school found me gaining more self-confidence, and more interest in activities. A student from India, going to USU, met our family through a fireside he spoke at, and helped me in developing my talents, and emphasizing scholarship. During junior high school a lovely girl moved into our ward from Wyoming and we instantly made friends. We spent many happy hours together, talking about our problems and interests, sewing on a class project, or just watching TV and eating her mother’s chocolate cake. I’d have felt quite lost when she moved had not my cousin moved from Salt Lake to go to school with us.
My ninth grade year was a busy and happy one. I had a lead in our school operetta Mississippi Melody, and sang at our graduation exercises. I especially relied upon my seminary teachers for guidance and advice. I have always been fortunate enough to enjoy good student-teacher relationships in school. When one of my teachers wrote, “Take advantage of your school and church functions and someday you will be one of our leaders,” I began to wake up to my responsibilities and capabilities.
With this undeserved, but encouraging complement, I entered high school and began the busiest three years, and the happiest three years of my life. In high school I began working on the school paper, I joined the Red Cross Club, and became a staff worker on the school magazine. I participated in assemblies, and received a part in one of the most outstanding productions ever seen in Logan at he high school called, The King and I. My older sister had a major role in this production.
In my junior year I had a minor lead which was hilarious. I was an Indian called, Mrs. Yellow Foot. This was quite different from the graceful Siamese wife I had been the year before, but my girlfriend and I consoled each other when she received a part equally ridiculous. We had fun with our parts, but were determined to do even better the next year. Annie Get Your Gun was the operetta we did that year. Also that year I became a member of the Logan High Sponsor Corps, becoming Art and Writing Editor of the school magazine, and receiving honorable mention in the art exhibit at Agathon. That summer my girlfriend and I sang in the Summer Theater at USU and got to know the troop of dancers who came from New York to be in it.
In my senior year I was besieged by activities. WE were happy when we found Logan High was going to present South Pacific that year. Karen, my singing partner, wanted the lead of Nellie. Our friend, Nancy wanted Liat, and I wanted Bloody Mary. Our big moment came when all three of us got these parts, and this was also one of he best productions Logan High has ever put on. We sang on may USU programs, school assemblies, Senior Hits, and in the school choir, the Chauntairs. I have also begun singing with another talented girl who plays guitar.
We have a very beautiful campus as school. Giant weeping willow trees hand swaying branches over the lazy river, and beyond the bridge stretches our foot-ball field. When I leave I will remember my first day there when I struggled to get to classes in sheer confusion, my first formal dance–our homecoming dance and the game we won that year, the drills we worked on, and the decorations for the Junior Prom, the seminary activities and the many friendships enjoyed. I will always remember the night we went to three dances at three schools on graduation night last year. It still seems quite impossible that I will be the ones to graduate this year.

My Religion

I believe that the most important, basic guide in later life, is religion. We learn from our parents and families in early life, but as we begin to think for ourselves ands make decisions, religion enters the picture of life as a vital force for good.
I began to sense this vital force when I was very young, but religious doctrines were conflicting because of the differing opinions of my parents. I never wavered in my testimony of the L.D.S. Church, but in our religious discussions with both parents I gained a good knowledge of the principles, and the importance of religion in the lives of everyone.
In my early life I had, what I believed to be a testimony of the gospel, but as I grew older I began to think of religion as an actual application to a better way of life. Now that I am still older, religion is vital to the achievement of success in life’s goals, and points the way to new and higher goals., Religious activity has always been very important to me, and has given life the beautiful meaning that it has. My favorite job is being the MIA chorister. Though this job I have taught many young people through lesson and song. One outstanding event was the production of This is My Father’s World. First, I helped direct this production on a stake basis, and later I was asked to participate in the church-wide production in which 2,500 young people from all over the Church would be participating. Thousands of leaders spent many hours preparing for his production in the MIA June Conference for 1960. Crawford Gates, and many wonderful directors will always remain in my memory. The most beautiful part came when trumpets and organ combined in the processional march. We had been singing many songs from others countries, with suburb lighting, costuming, and dancing, and he climax came when the lights flooded on in the Salt Lake Tabernacle, and flags from ninety world nations began to pour from every door of the tabernacle, lining he balcony and aisles. Like a great wave the audience rose as we softly sang, “This is my Father’s world, Oh, let me never forget, that though the wrong seem oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.”
To complete the inspiring festival which brought tears to eyes of thousands we sang, High On the Mountain Top. As applause thundered through the tabernacle, I could hear more than applause. I could hear she deep cry for peace in the hearts of audience members. I could sense a basic human longing for unity, a love for one another which would be hard to express. As the audience evacuated the tabernacle to make way for other thousands waiting for our next performance, they carried with them the hope, peace, and faith we sang of.
I also enjoyed working in Junior Sunday School as chorister. Children have such faith and love that they are very responsive, impressionable, and easy to teach.
I enjoyed being a camp leader in the Logan canyon last summer. I have spent many hours in the mountains. They symbolize strength as they tower in calm majesty, ands I sense that same strength when I am there. I especially remembered the summer we climbed the Crimson Trail. We rested when we reached the summit, and I felt very small as I looked across the wide canyon, and drank the fresh breeze which carried with the flagrance of pine and sage. I always managed to return with an odd assortment of wild flowers.
I really grew to love our Seminary classes and activities. Our testimony meeting at our pin banquet was the mot inspiring I have ever attended. As gradation drew near, we began making preparations for our Red Letter Day; the day when all the graduating seminary students met from other schools to become acquainted. This was an unforgettable day for me because I met a swell guy, who was the President of the North Cache Seminary, who has become a very dear friend.
At the present time we are working in MIA on the musical production of Promised Valley.

Associates and World Friends

As far as social relationships, many people have influenced my life. In my friendships with both fellows and girls, I have gained much from conversing with them and exchanging ideas and opinions. At an early age, however, my circle of friends went beyond the United states into the mosques and cities of Iran, the country of India, the green vales of Norway, the crowded streets of Hong Kong, and the rapidly changing country of Israel. Each pen pal could write English and each added to my knowledge of their country. Through their friendships, I have learned to understand other peoples not of our race of faith, and have become acquainted with their customs.
We have learned songs in different languages, and have sung on many international assemblies sand programs. Last June we sang at a large banquet for the Ambassador of Iran. The cook, who previously cooked in the King’s palace in Iran, was wonderful, and he planned and cooked the banquet for the three hundred people in attendance. They used long tables in the Union Building Ballroom, Persian carpets, and beautiful plants. After the main meal they passed out baskets of every kind of fruit imaginable. I could never quite get used to their food however. My first introduction to this food was several years ago when Pat Pendse, the Indian student, invited our family to dinner at his home. He carefully prepared a spicy Indian dinner, and I think half of my meal was spent drinking cold water!
Before the Ambassador left Logan, President Chase (President of USU) invited us to eat another Persian dinner at their home. Ambassador Zahedi was serving the food, and when he plopped a raw egg on top of my rice I had to ask, slightly embarrassed, if I cold please have rice without the egg! My sister was more tactful, however, and gulped down her food; rice, egg, and all.

Interests and Hobbies

Music is sone of my favorite hobbies because I feel that sit is essential to every home, and that it can inspire our lives in enriching ways. I enjoy playing he guitar and piano. I could not describe even one-tenth of the experiences I have enjoyed because of music.
My first solo before a group was at the age of three with, Up, Up in the Sky. When SI took my first train ride I sang My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean in the car that held the sign, Quiet Please. At the age of five I sang the song A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes for a children’s radio program which became my youthful theme song. I began singing at the age of twelve in public, and I haves been doing so ever since.
My interest in art was inspired by the beautiful things around me. Whenever I go for a walk and see a beautiful landscape I want to capture it on a canvas. When SI look, smell, or listen with keen concentration it is surprising how much more I am aware of than I ever was before. It is very fresh and delightful, and adds to my surroundings. I had a lot of fun when I tackled my first big project—the temple. At 6:00 in the evenings during the summer months I’d sit under a tree and paint. I ended up with green paint on my nose, some new friends, an appreciation of the beauty of the temple—and a terrible painting that was out of perspective. Right now I am working on a painting for my brother’s wedding. I usually give away most of my paintings as gifts.
My interest in composition was also a result of my desire to create. My first poem went like this:
You are the Mother that fixes my hair
You wash it and then the dirt is no longer there.
You are the best Mother that I’ll ever know
You helped me and tended me so I would grow.
I’ve improved a little since then, however, and have several poems published in the National Anthology of high School Poetry. My story entitled She Was His Mother, was recently accepted for publication and will appear in some future issue of he Improvement Era.

My Philosophy

Basically, my philosophy is this: “As a man thinketh, so is he.” Our whole lives are founded upon this principle. What we are to be, we are not becoming, because what we are today is a result of what we have nourished and grown in our hearts and minds. Too often, we blame our present character and condition on circumstance, rather than our thoughts, when actually, circumstances grow out of thought. Therefore, we can control our own surroundings. When we think beautiful thoughts our characters are bound to become beautiful. If we have this key, we can open any door to happiness ands success.
There are three things I believe should be developed in every heat. They are: understanding, forgiveness, and love.
If we understand the mistakes and problems of others we are better able to understand our own, and those of our children, and learn from those mistakes.
Second, if we learn that forgiveness is not just a word that appears in the Bible, and that it pertains directly to us, our minds will blossom into a more mature state and we an rid our hearts of resentment. We will have more hope that others will forgive us of our own mistakes also.
The third, and most important, is love. If we love, the ordinary things of life turn golden with beauty. Happiness emanates from those who love. When we love others the whole earth become bound with a tie stronger than life itself.
We do not understand how important these things are until we see the sorrow where they do not exist. A few weeks ago a tragic thing happened to a family of a boy in my class in school. His father, in a fit of anger, shot and killed his mother, and then killed himself. This may be an extreme example but when it happens only a few blocks from where you live, it becomes of vital importance. It has made me realize if we acted this way in our family we would all be in a constant state of turmoil.
If he mind is strong, the individual is strong. When the individual is strong, the family unit is strong. The strength of the nation depends upon the strength of the family unit, and the strong nation makes a strong world.
We should all take a few minutes each day to think, to be grateful, and to see where life has taught us through sorrow or joy. I was impressed with a poem I read in the Improvement Era which expresses thanks:
My thanks comes easily when my fortunes rise,
And my will is king
And all he world seems my estate
My thanks comes easily such times—but wait.
Let me reflect upon those thanks I owe
But which I find express themselves less fluently.
Today, lest me remember to give thanks
Not only for he sunlight
But for those darker hours that teach me fortitude.
Let me profess, today a grateful heart,
Not merely for successes I may know,
But as truly for those failures that teach humility.
Let me express gratitude for all those petty inner conflicts,
Which, once resolved, breed new serenity,
And for those small distressing fears that have their ways
Of building hope.
Let me breathe appreciation for all those poignant slights
That teach me thoughtfulness,
The wrongs that teach me fairness,
And for each violated trust that leaves loyalty
And its lesson.
And let me not forget today to whisper thanks for these;
The contempt that teaches pity, the tear that teaches joy,
The pain that teaches mercy,
And the loneliness that teaches love.
So, now let me reflect upon these thanks I owe,
And let my thanks come easily today.

Goals

As for my goals, I know that I have a responsibility to set, and reach them. One autumn day, when I was bout eight, I saw a big, beautiful red clump of trees in the distant hills. “How far away are those trees?” I asked a neighbor boy.
“Oh, several miles,” he replied.
Without telling anyone I was going I decided to go pick some of those red leaves for Halloween, and I started up the lane. the sun began to get warmer and the trail harder to follow. Instead of watching the trail I kept my eyes on the red bushes, and eventually the trail disappeared entirely. After several hours of climbing fences and scratching my legs on sage brush, I reached my bushes. When I walked in through the tall tree-like clumps I discovered a bright pink fairyland inside. Pink leaves covered the ground and I sat down in awe in the middle of them. After I’d gathered the leaves my return trip was destined to be even harder. I couldn’t retrace my steps because I’d lost the trail, and with the added burden of leaves I wandered over many unknown trails before I fund the one leading home. I returned hot, tired, hungry, and yet happy in the late afternoon to a worried Mother.
Without realizing it I hd discovered that once we set our goals we certainly have to be willing to work for them to reach them.
In our class in MIA we have a standard which expresses my own goals:
I, standing at the threshold of life, see before me rich treasures which may be mine for the seeking. As I pursue my quest, I must choose wisely, that the treasures I seek will be of lasting worth. I will seek wisdom and an understanding heart that I may walk humbly, live valiantly, and progress eternally. Thus, I will seek to enrich my life with all things virtuous and lovely that I may find “joy unspeakable here and eternal happiness hereafter.”
In ten days I will receive my diploma and I plan to attend school at USU, with Elementary Education as my major. This is a field where I can use all my interests in a good cause—teaching children.
My master philosophy is this: “The intrinsic purpose of mortality lies in the beautifying of men’s souls, so live each moment of life to its fullest degree.”

6. علی اکبر فرويد [scrapbook] ¹ was born ² in حدود ۱۹ آبان ۱۳۲۰ in تهران, تهران, ايران. علی married Marion Christiana Norma Josephine MOORE ¹ on 27 Dec 1967 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.

علی اکبر فرويد worked as an elementary school teacher in Oregon and Arizona. in from 1969 to Abt 1996. Romanization for birth place of علی اکبر فرويد is Tehran, Tehran, Iran. علی اکبر فرويد was born 10 Nov 1941, Gregorian Calendar. [Parents]

7. Marion Christiana Norma Josephine MOORE [scrapbook] ¹ was born on 11 Jul 1947 in Wien, Niederösterreich, Österreich. She was christened about 1947 in Wien, Niederösterreich, Österreich. She died on 17 Oct 2022 in Glendale, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. She was buried on 22 Oct 2022 in Glendale, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. Marion was sealed to her parents on 27 May 2009 in the Mesa Arizona temple. She was baptized ^{2, 3} on 26 Apr 1956 in Tabernacle, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She was baptized in Completed in Tabernacle, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She was baptized in Completed in Tabernacle, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She was endowed on 22 Mar 1986 in the Mesa Arizona temple. [Parents]

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