My Mother, Ethel Etta Harvey, was the second of three daughters born to Willis Waldo and Jennie May Jenkins Harvey, born Jan 18,1890 in Rochester, Olmsted County, Minnesota. Her father Willis Waldo Harvey, was born 14 May 1863 in Green Lake County, Wisconsin. His parents were James Harvey and Dorothy Miranda Gates. Her mother was Jennie May Jenkins, born 17 June 1862, a daughter of William Miller Jenkins and Isabella McClasky.
Mother had two sisters, Lutie and Ada. Lutie was born 31 August 1887 in Dester, Mower County, Minnesota. Ada was born 07 December 1891 in McMinnville, Yamhill County, Oregon.
When she was a child, pother played with her cousin Violet Ackerman (later Violet Wordes) in Renville, Minnesota. She always spoke lovingly of Violet and of the good times they had together.
Mother was a member of the Methodist Church. It was said that her father was quite a student of the Bible. Her parents were good people but they never went to church.
Her father must have been a pretty good mechanic. He built several water drilling machines and traveled around the country drilling wells. He worked in the oil fields in Texas and he said that he lost most of his hearing from a blast when he was drilling. Mother had rickets when she was a child and he made braces for her to wear. Her father had a quarrel with his father when he was a young fellow and left home and from that time he was out on his own.
They came West before Ada was born in McMinnville, Oregon 07 December 1891. Her father was a well driller and they traveled around the country. It seems to Oregon first where Ada was born and then to Malad, Idaho. It here that she met and married Edwin C. Jones. They were married 01 November 1909 in Malad when she was 20 and Dad was 18 years old.
They made a home in the old two-room log house about a mile south of Malad where they had three children: Gerald Harvey, Dale Anthony and Lois Vesta. There was a big square table and a wood stove in the kitchen and a south window where mother had plants. On the North East side of the kitchen a door entered the bedroom where we all slept. Mother didn’t have much but she always kept things clean and neat.
Back of the house there was a well with a bucket to draw the irony water from the well. There was a stile between our place and Grandma Jones who lived about ½ block from our house. Grandma had appl trees on the north side of the house.
A railroad track was west of the house and Dale and I gathered coal along the tracks where the coal had fallen off the cars. This helped us out for heat.
In the North West corner of the lot, there was a pig pen. Grandma had cows and sold milk to Lubens Confectionary and they made ice cream. As a boy, I remember going to town with Grandma and Uncle Warren to take milk to Lubens.
When they were first married, Dad worked in Hedrick’s Bakery to learn the bakery business for one dollar and two loaves of bread a week. Later he opened a bakery of his own on Bannock Street. One time when I was a little boy I fell in a large kettle of grease that was on the floor. Luckily, it wasn’t hot but it was an awful mess and it nearly scared me to death. Mother worked in the bakery beside Dad most of the time and was a big help. I sold papers on the street on Sundays.
When I was nearly 8 years old the folks moved to Lava Hot Springs. I remember the time because it was just before my 8th birthday. A few pans, a sho case, and oven, a bench, a proof-box, a mixing trough, knives and scrapers was about all of the equipment Dad had. This was just across the street from the old Natatorium (swimming pool), just as you go into Lava from the west.
We lived in two or three homes there, a shingled bungalow, south of main street, an apartment up on a hill and house house back of the mercantile store.
When I was 13, we left Lava and went to Logan and Dad started a bakery there on West Center Street. It was just west of the old Herald Journal where Charles England and Jesse Earl had the paper called Earl and England Publishing Company.(Herald Journal)
About 4 years later, Dad sold the bakery business to a man in Lava Hot Springs and went back to Lava to work for him one summer to help him get started. Then we went to San Francisco in an ol touring car packed with all of our belongings. Dale and I drove an old cut-down bug Ford chassis. My overcoat fell off of the seat onto the exhaust and caught on fire. The folks were behind us and kept honking at us and waving their arms and we thought they just wanted us to hurry a little faster so we did, little knowing that the coat was on fire under the gas tank. Luckily the car didn’t catch on fire. It was scary though to put out the fire.
Dad worked as a hod carrier with Uncle Dode Bennett who was a plasterer but his shoulders got so raw from carrying hod that he had to quit the job. Then he and Uncle Dode started a bakery in Mission District in San Francisco but closed it up soon afterward because there was not enough business and they couldn’t make a go of it. We had a small apartment there and I remember that I spilled a bottle of ink on the carpet.
We went back to Logan and Dad managed the Cherry Blossom Confectionary and Bakery. Mother always worked. When it started making money, Doc. Merrill and Herb Weston each came to Dad and wanted him to falsify the books so the other one would buy the other one out. Dad told them to go to hell and he left. Mother stayed on and worked until it closed down.
Dad went to Ogden and worked for Continental and then Royal Bakery. But he got his hand caught in the bread mixer and he was laid off. Mother stayed at home in Ogden.
The folks came back to Logan and Dad worked in the Royal Bakery for Max Johnson until he retired.
Mother had brown hair and was a round jolly woman. She had a happy disposition and laughed a lot. She always worked either in the bakery or as a waitress or something to help out. When we were in San Francisco she painted silky sheer handkerchiefs’ to help make ends meet. She was a good house keeper and always kept things neat and orderly.
Mother didn’t have an easy life of it but she always made the best of things and didn’t complain. She was a good mother.
I don’t remember ever seeing my parents in church but they had us go when we were young and told us to join the church we wanted when we were old enough to decide.
Mother died on June 25, 1930 in Logan of reverse action of the stomach after surgery for a female operation. She was buried in the Logan cemetery.
Gerald H. Jones as told to Lucile R. Jones
Let it here be known: I believe in God the Eternal Father and His Son Jesus Christ, The one True God. Gods cannot be Gods in the Family of Gods if they are not in unity with the Whole. Thus One True God. I believe in the Gospel Restored through the Prophet Joseph Smith. I do have a problem with men, whether Church leaders or not who pervert the Gospel, water it down and make it null and void as a way to salvation and Exaltation, by deceiving the people. Thus my council: Go to the Lord in fervent prayer, ask and know the truth for yourself. GCJ
Links to Family History: Jones Family History Org