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"History of Armstrongs"
by Goldie Toler
Uncle Dave was the first of the Armstrong family that came to Idaho from Virginia.
Uncle Dave was baptized fall of 1891, and two years later in the spring Aunt Jennie was baptized, and the following fall they left their home and came west. At this time, Brother George A. Smith (Afton's grandfather) was in Virginia on a mission. I would like to say here, I have heard Uncle Dave say many times when he heard the Gospel from these missionaries. He knew it was true, as he was in search for something different; he said it seemed he had heard it before. Now the fall of 1893, Uncle Dave, Aunt Jennie, Joe, Price, and Curt, as small children, came home with Brother Smith to Farmington, Utah. This was a long journey with winter coming, but Uncle Dave wanted to establish a home in the mountains with the Saints. They came by train to Brother Smith's home and spent the most of the winter there. But the first sign of spring Uncle Dave borrowed a wagon and team from Brother Smith. (Joe says they were black, Prince and Mauge.) He did not know where he was going, but as they traveled, Uncle Dave recognized the hills and valleys he had seen in a dream before he left Virginia. In fact, after he turned off the main road to come north, he made his own road through sage brush and desert. It took them seven days to make this trip, and no motels to stop and rest at night either; only the ground a place to sleep at night. The first place they lived was the place of Seth Glover that stood down under the hill on the south side of the road not far from Garden Creek bridge. When he arrived here, he had only $5.00 to begin the task of making a home. For a number of years he worked for wages of 50 cents a day. He did not live on the Seth Glover place long; he soon homesteaded the place where he lived and passed away. Later Uncle Dave bought and sold farm produce between Robin and Pocatello; he made many friends doing this; even the Indians were his friends, and he preached the gospel to all he met. This homestead did not have any water; he hauled water to his garden and animals way into the night after his day's work was done. I know this must have been discouraging at times, but Uncle Dave believed like Nephi of old. ("The Lord giveth no commandment unto the children of men, save he shall prepare a way for them that they may accomplish the things which he hatch commanded them") He did not come here for financial conditions but for the purpose of the Gospel and to be with the main body of the church.
In December, 1901, Uncle Dave, Aunt Jennie, and seven children went to the Salt Lake Temple. It must have been quite a sacrifice to take a family that far under conditions in those days. To this family fifteen children were born, eleven of which are still living.
Then as the missionaries continued their work in Virginia, Uncle Dudley and Aunt Rice were baptized October 30, 1895. Two years later, they decided to come West, selling all their belongings and leaving all their relatives for the Gospel sake. The left Richmond, Virginia, by train on the 24th day of March, and arrived in McCammon on March 29, 1897. Uncle Dave met them at the train in a wagon. It was bitter cold, and it looked so desolate with snow drifts piled high over the fences. Uncle Dudley and Aunt Rice had two children; Alma and Lula. They spent some time at Uncle Dave's home. Then they moved to a log cabin on the Jim Taylor place, which later was known as the Bert Evans farm and now belongs to Howard Evans. He lived and worked the place that season and in his spare time worked for Thomas Jenkins. The following winter, Uncle Dudley and family moved to the John B. Chedgzey place. That winter Uncle Dudley worked for George Gittens for 50 cents a day and also cut and hauled logs to build a cabin on what they called a free homestead land over south of Uncle Dave's. He cleared a few acres of land on this claim and build a one room cabin with mud chinked walls and dirt top roof; they had very little furniture; a camp stove, and Uncle Dudley mad a table, and Aunt Rice bought a bed with her chicken money she had raised while on the Taylor place. At this time the greater part of the Valley was sage brush and very few settlers. Uncle Dudley also had to haul water in barrels, and they would walk 1/2 mile to the neighbors to get a fresh bucket of water to drink. They had many hardships, sickness, and sorrow. In the spring of 1902, the Indian Reservation Desert Land was opened for Homestead Rights, and Uncle Dudley relinquished his rights on the free homestead and filed on another place because the land was much better and had a spring on it. So now he had to proceed to build another log cabin on it with a dirt top. This home was added to, and he bought other lands and lived here until he passed away. Bill and Nolan both have built homes on this farm. To Uncle Dudley's and Aunt Rice's family twelve children were born, eight of which are still living.
In 1907 my father and mother, George and Etta, had missionaries visit their home. My father was undecided what to do about being baptized, so in November, 1907, Uncle Dave came back to Virginia to visit and while their encouraged my father to be baptized, and in January, 1909, they started to make preparations to come west. They came here for the Gospel sake, because everyone that joined the church in those days were persecuted, and I know just how prejudice they were against the Mormons. I can remember my father used to haul farm produce to Richmond for the neighbors along with his farming, and when they heard he had become a member of the Mormon Church, one of the said when he stopped to pick up his stuff, "I am not going to let no Damn Mormon haul my marketin'." And she didn't; and schooled all the rest on it.
It was quite a sacrifice to sell all your belongings, leave loved ones, and start for a new country. My father and mother were about ready to leave Richmond when us children, six of us, got sick with whooping cough. They lost the baby, seven months old. But in spite of the expense, sorrow, and sickness, they continued to make plans to come West. We left Richmond the 14th day of April, 1901, and arrived in McCammon the 19th day of April, 1909. My father got off the train, looked around, and looked pretty sad with only 50 cents in his pocket. He called Uncle Dave, and Joe came to meet us in a white top buggy drawn by a bay team of horses. We stayed at Uncle Dave's for some time. Uncle Dave helped us to find a place to live and the necessary things to keep house, which weren't very much. The first place we lived was the Purse Place, which is now owned by my brother, Saint George. That summer my father worked for Myers Cohn for $1.00 daily. He worked for Geoge Gittens and Thomas Jenkins also. He walked to and from work until he saved enough money to buy a pony, which was $15.00. He also filed on a homestead at the foot of Tom Mountain, which was at this time owned by Darwin Toler. He built a one room log cabin which was our home for years. I witnessed some hard times here and also some very happy times. In September, 1910, my mother was baptized and was a firm member until her death. In 1917, my father bought the Wolverton and Marley places south of where we live, built a home, and lived there until 1944, when he moved to Pocatello to 114 Taft, where my sister Ruphenia now lives and lived here until he passes away. As you all know, my father faltered. He joined the re-organized church. To our family there were thirteen children born, ten of which are still living.
Uncle Zack came with us to Idaho. He also stayed at Uncle Dave's until he got a job. He soon filed on a homestead over in Rattle Snake. He married Grace Keplinger, and they had five children. Uncle Zack joined the church in Virginia, but none of us could find a record of his baptism. Later he also joined the re-organized church and lived in Pocatello until he passed away.
In January, 1910, Uncle Dudley went to Virginia to visit; when he came home, Aunt Nannie came home with him as a widow and brought six children with her. She made her home with her brothers until she found a place to live, which was the Dave Taylow house that used to stand down under the hill from the old Crump place. The house later was moved to Robin, and at present Afton has it for his chickens. Later she moved to the Purse Place, then to Pocatello where she passed away. She joined the church after she got her in July, 1910.
This same year, the summer of 1910 or it might have been 1911, Uncle Shelton and Aunt Virgie and two children, Price and Asa, came to Idaho. However, he never joined the church but came to be with the rest of the family. Grandma came with Uncle Shelton and from what records I have, if Grandma joined the church before she passed away, the records were lost. This bunch also made their home at Uncle Dave's until they got a place to live. Their first home was the old Hudson place on the east side of the road at Robin opposite the old school house and a little south of the store. Later Uncle Shelton and Grandma file on homesteads in Rattle Snake, and at this time Max Pope owns Uncle Zack's Uncle Shelton's and Grandma's farms. Seven children were born to Uncle Shelton and Aunt Virgie. They moved from Rattle Snake to Pocatello; then to Portland. Oregon where Uncle Shelton passed away.
Aunt Ruby and Mr. Mac., the last to come, came in July, 1916. I don't think they came for the gospel, but for new adventures. Aunt Ruby, however, joined the church in April, 1896, but was never very active.
They came under different conditions from the rest of the family. They had all of their furniture shipped here from Virginia. They stayed at Uncle Dave's until their furniture came which was a lot longer than now days. Then they moved to Pocatello to 440 West Hayden. Later Mr. Mac. bought the Tripp place south of Uncle Dave's. He remodeled and built a home but did not stay there long; he moved to McCammon and went into the store business with Frankline Wells and built another home. Grandma passed away here in September, 1923, and they moved back to Pocatello where Aunt Ruby passed away. Aunt Ruby and Mr. Mac. had two children.
Some of you might wonder what became of Grandpa Armstrong. He passed away August 22, 1885 in Virginia, while some of the children were real small. My father was fourteen and Uncle Shelton, the youngest, was only one year. I have always heard he was a wonderful manned and a Bible student, and if he had lived he might have joined the church. This family had eleven children; nine grew to maturity. The other two lived and passed away in Virginia.
Now you can see the majority of the this family came here for the Gospel; if we don't live it, it will be an awful let down to them.
(If you want to know how we lived in the old day read Reminescings Relief Society Magazine, July, 1961.)
