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Living married Living [Group Sheet]

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Living married Living. [Group Sheet]

George married Erma Shaw 20 Jul 1933, LOGAN - Logan Utah Temple. Erma (daughter of John Riley Shaw and Josephine Cottam) was born 19 Oct 1913, Pleasent View, Weber, Utah, United States; died 14 Aug 2007. [Group Sheet]

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A Memory of Grandma
Contributed By sagestaples1 · 17 July 2013

She use to sit in her chair and just ask us great grand kids about all of our sports, school, etc. She would tell us we could go get a candy out of her candy drawer but the nut roll was hers, we could not touch it. She would also go sit in her t.v. room with us and ask us if we would like to watch football or baseball. She loved sports and was constantly watching them. She was so kind and loving. She was one of the most unselfish people I have ever met. I loved her with all my heart.

Hubert married Bertha Evelyn Parris 17 Jan 1919, Gaffney, Cheokee, South Carolina, United States. Bertha (daughter of Stacy A. Dellie Parris and Minnie E. Lillian Adams) was born 5 Jul 1899, Gaffney, Cheokee, South Carolina, United States. [Group Sheet]

George married Margie Robins 20 Dec 1911, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. Margie (daughter of Merien Richard Robins and Rosebelle Thompson) was born 21 Dec 1890, Scipio, Millard, Utah Territory, United States; died 7 Jan 1970, Ogden, Weber, Utah, United States; was buried Jan 1970, Ogden, Weber, Utah, United States. [Group Sheet]

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My Father, John Riley Shaw, by Karen Shaw Thomas
Contributed By G. Shaw Soren · 8 July 2013

May 1993
My Father, John Riley Shaw, by Karen Shaw Thomas

Where do you begin to write a story about a man that you loved very much and whom you admired as a child growing up?

Such will be this story of my Father. It is almost unexplainable to put into words the feeling I have for my Father and he for me. While growing up and still to this day, I enjoy being outdoors. I could usually find my Dad out in his workshop. Don't ask me exactly what he did there - - but he would always be working on some project. I just liked being there with him. I can't remember ever having any indepth conversation with him - - it was merely that we understood each other and I loved to watch him work. Everyonce in awhile he'd have me
put something in the vice for him to hold while he was cutting it. I was his helper.

I was always proud that my father was a carpenter. I likened my father to doing the same work that Jesus had one while on this earth and I have always felt proud to tell people that my Dad was a carpenter. We got to see alot of progress of barns or houses going up and I only remember him working on the entire project. I can't remember anyone helping him.

Chyrl and I would walk down to the end of the road and wait for him to drive up at the end of a work day. Going through his lunch pail was a thrilling thing for me as a youngster. I really can't explain what made it so important, it just was.

Our Dad chewed tobbaco and had quite a big wad of Beechnut chewing tobbaco in his cheek alot of the time. I can remember getting into his hiding place for it under the front seat of the car and putting some in my mouth. It really burned my mouth and needless to say, I only did that once.

I would sit in the Model A Ford that he had for hours, hitting the starter button and with the clutch in and then out, would move the car up and down the driveway of the farm in Riverbank, California, teaching myself to drive. Dad would then let me drive the car on the country roads around our home. I was very proficient at driving at age 11. Dad encouraged me to drive and would say to me, "If your Mother ever gets very sick and needs to get to the hospital, you make sure you drive her there if I'm not home." I doubt that Mother even knew that he told me that, but in Dad's way, he loved Mother and did watch out of her well being.

I was proud of Dad being the Branch President in Oakdale, California, during the early 1940's. I had the opportunity to play the piano or lead the singing at Church and it was
probably because he chose me to do so. It was a great experience for the young girl that I was at the time.

I can remember having company for dinner and after they'd leave, Dad would lean back on the kitchen clair and say "Can we eat now" and laugh and laugh. He was saying that while company was there, you had to mind your manners and not eat too much, but after they left, bring on the food!!

Dad had a good sense of humor and I can remember him laughing at his own jokes and his face getting redder and redder the more he laughed.

I can also remember his favorite Sunday evening meal would be bread and cold milk, along with onions and cucumbers in vinegar. Mom and Dad also would make barrels of saurkraut.

Dad was a very giving person and would always make certain that Mom fixed food for the hobos that came by our place in California.

Last year, in 1992, I was able to attend the 50th Reunion of the Oakdale, California Ward. I wanted to be there for Dad because he was the fourth Branch President and served from 1944 to 1947. Dad was a good leader during this time and I am so very greatful that I wa:s born to be part of those years and to be his and Mom's daughter.

John married Josephine Cottam 20 Jul 1910, Logan, Cache, Utah, United States. Josephine (daughter of John Cottam and Lillie Rose) was born 6 May 1892, Snowville, Box Elder, Utah, United States; died 15 May 1951; was buried 18 May 1951, North Odgen, Weber, Utah, United States. [Group Sheet]

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My Mother, Josephine Cottam Shaw by Karen Shaw Thomas May 1993
Contributed By G. Shaw Soren · 21 January 2015

It is a beautiful sunny day here in the Northwest and I was able to mow my lawn today. The rain finally stopped!

As I was mowing the grass and out in the beautiful sunshine, I started thinking of Mom, knowing that I wanted to get my history of her written. The thoughts of her started flooding back in my memory. It was very appropriate that I should be mowing the grass, for I remember Mother as a person that wasn't afraid of doing good hard work. If she were living today (she would have been 101 years old this month), she would be one of the first one to be mowing her lawn or doing any other work that would be necessary to making a house a home.

Even though Mother was ill a lot while I was growing up, she was cleaning the house or irrigating the pasture or butchering the chickens when she felt well.

I can remember her taking our bull by the chain on the ring of his nose down to the neighbors when they wanted to use him. She was one of the bravest persons that I've ever known. I cannot imagine even doing something like that of leading a mean bull around. She had made certain that Chyrl and I were in the house because the bull was very mean and she didn't want us to get hurt. There I was, watching out the window in fear and Mom showed no fear at all. It was a job that had to be done and Mom knew she had to do it.

My fondest, most precious memories of Mom involved hers and my love for music. I can remember Chyrl and I singing for the Townsend Club in Riverbank, California, or at Church. I'd look out in the audience and could always spot Mom right away, because she'd have her head tilted as if trying to absorb and hear every word that we sang. She would have the proudest look on her face and a big, big smile. When I sang at Church or at school, Mom and Dad were always there and the love would radiate from their faces to me.

There was many a day when Mom was ill and wouldn't be able to get out of bed. She'd often ask me to play the piano for her and sing some songs. Her favorites were Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes, The Lord is My Sheppard, Abide with Me, How Gentle God's Command, Come Unto Jesus, We Thank Thee 0 God, for a Prophet, I need Thee Every Hour and Bless This House, 0 Lord We Pray, to name just a few. She found a lot of solace and peace in music and the words of the songs

We always attended Church as a family when I was growing up. This was very important to Mother. After getting home, we would have a Sunday afternoon dinner that was excellent. Mom was a very good cook and her fried chicken or pheasant was the best! The very first thing she taught me to bake was a custard pie. I'll always remember that day and also making fudge from scratch.

When we were growing up, they didn't have catchy sayings like "Don't be a Litter Bug" and yet Mom taught me to be careful with the earth and our environment and to enjoy the beauty of it. We'd be driving down the
road and if she saw a board in the middle of the road or any other debris, she'd stop, walk back and pick it up and take it home to throw it away. Many a times, we'd come to a screeching stop in order for her to pick up something so it wouldn't be a hazard to the next car that came by or so that it wouldn't litter the ground. You could do that in those days, before fast moving cars on the streets and freeways. When I was six years old, the Second World War broke out. Mom and Dad had the best Victory Garden in the area. Everyone was encouraged to plant a vegetable garden and ours was full of every vegetable imaginable.

Mom always kept very close tabs on Chyrl and I and yet she allowed me the freedom to chase the birds in the fields or to walk a mile or more down the road to another field to pick a big bouquet of bright orange California poppy wildflowers.

I can remember Beth taking care of Chyrl and I when Mom was very ill. Once, when she was in the hospital, we rode with Beth to the hospital and we took the "snarls" from Chyrl's hair to show Mom that she was being a good girl about getting her hair combed. Mom was interested in everything we did and paid a lot of attention to Chyrl and I. The love that she showered on us while she was alive was enough to last even to this day.

As Mom was getting ready to leave on her trip back to Utah with Maxine and Walt before she passed away, I can remember standing by her in the kitchen in the home at Riverbank, California, and the last thing she said to me was, "If you ever want to talk to me, Karen, just pray". I think she had a premonition that she might not see me again. I'm thankful for her words to me as they have brought slot of peace to me down through the years and closeness to my Mother that will be forever.

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MY LIFE STORY WRITTEN BY BENAJAH J. RECORD
Contributed By RecordJoanRuth1 · 17 October 2013 ·

I Benajah Julius Record was born the 2nd day of August, 1867, near Falmouth, in Pendleton County, Kentucky – son of Josiah Callaway Record and Catherine Caroline Enders. My mother was born in Herborn, Hessen, Nassau, Germany. She came to America between the age of 14 and 15 years, and lived in Texas, where she married a man by the name of Mr. Miller. They had three children, one, a daughter named Mary Verna Miller, who later married Thomas Sargent. The other two children were unknown to me, as they died, along with their father from yellow fever and were buried in Galveston, Texas. My mother, being left a widow, with her daughter Mary Verna, later left Texas with a German family by the name of Earon, and went to Foster, Bracken County, Kentucky to live, probably going by boat up the Ohio River from Galveston, Texas. Later my mother married my father, Josiah Callaway Record, who was a bachelor forty years of age. To them were born six children, five boys and one girl, as follows: Weeden Thomas, Lewis William, Archibald Dixon, Benajah Julius, Josiah Grant and Julie Hannah. When I was about six years of age, I attended summer school, and during the hottest part of the day, I would get so sleepy that I could not hold up my head. The teacher would lay me down on one of the benches and put her bonnet under my head and let me sleep as long as I cared to. The teachers name was Polly Huffman. She was an old maid, but everyone loved her for her kindness to the children. They called her “Aunt Polly.” My next teacher was another old maid who was just the opposite in her disposition. No one liked her as she was so unkind. Her name was Bell Maynes. My next teacher was Sylvester Pribble. I attended his school for two terms. He was a good man, as well as a capable teacher. The next teachers were just average, but the best the county could afford to hire, as funds were not available. Teachers were not selected for what they knew, but for how strict they were with the pupils. I have seen them whip children for practically no reason at all except to give cent to their hatred for children. The only whipping I ever got was from Bell Maynes. She wrote words on the blackboard for the children to read. When it came my turn to recite and word “it” came up, I pronounced it “hit” and got a whipping for it. It was two years later before I found out what the whipping was for. That incident gave me a dislike for old maids that has stayed with me all of my life. I have learned something from that experience and that is “If you want to know how to raise your children, just ask an old maid, and she can tell you how”. Often in my boyhood days I had a dream, not once, but several times which were almost the same. As they come to my memory now, I would dream of traveling on a highway and seeing a building with spires extending up from the rest of the town. I have never seen but one place that reminded me of my dreams and that is Salt Lake City and the Temple. This may be just a coincidence and the dreams may have had nothing to do with the dream, at all. When I was just twelve years of age, my father moved to Lincoln Co, Kentucky. It was just about the same with our family there, as it was in Pendleton County. We were barely able to make a living at farming. It was not long after we moved here that my brother Archibald, who was older than I, got killed while working in the timber, cutting cross ties for the railroad. As he and I were generally together, it was lonesome for me afterwards as my youngest brother, Josiah, was five years younger than I, and the one older was about that much older, so that left me quite alone. When I was seventeen years of age I went to Jessamine County to work for a Mr. George Quimby during the summer and fall. The next year I went to Boone County and farmed with my brother, Lewis, who was the one left older than I, and he had married Margaret Ann Courtney. I stayed with there with them one year. I next hired out to a Mr. Joseph Cleek, and was with him for three years, and while making a trip to see my father and mother, I stopped to visit a friend who lived in Jessamine county. When I arrived there I found that he had died a few days before with Typhoid Fever. I stayed with my oldest brother, Thomas, for a week and then went back to Boone County, and in a few days I came down with Typhoid Fever also. If it had not been that the Lord had a work for me to do, I would have went the way my friend Allan Ball did. When my three years were up with Mr. Cleek, I went to see my half sister, Mary Verna Sargent, who was sick with Tuberculosis, and stayed with her until she died. I went there in March, and she died in August of that same year. Then I went back to Jessamine County and worked for Mr. George Quimby again, and while there his daughter Leaner Quimby and I were married December, 1893. I was twenty six years old, and she was twenty one. I had seen her grow up from a little girl to womanhood. Leaner and I left and went to Lincoln County to live near my father and mother who were old and alone. We were there about six years. During this time I contributed to their support. While living there I met the Mormon Elders. I went to a meeting to hear them preach one evening, out of curiosity, and that was the starting point that later caused me to join the Church and later move to Utah. Out of all the men that were at that meeting, I was the only one interested enough to get one of their books. It was the “Voice of Warning” by Parley P. Pratt, which I read. That was the beginning of our conversion to the gospel of Jesus Christ. I was baptized October 9, 1899 by Elder George Mays. My wife was baptized the following spring. My mother and father were very much opposed to our joining the Mormon Church, as they had heard only the worse things about it. The left, shortly after, and went to live with my oldest brother, Weeden, whose wife had died in Buena Vista, Garard County. We left Kentucky in September, 1900. My wife and I had four children at the time; Hubert, Eugene, Odes Bodine, and Cecil May. We went to Honeyville, Box Elder County and stayed with George Mays family until spring. I later worked on the railroad section for about three months and then rented a farm at what is now known as Harper Ward. I was Assistant Superintendent in the Sunday School there for about two years. I then bought a 20 acre tract of land with a house in Deweyville. It was under the Hammond Canal. I did well at raising sugar beets for the first year. The second year the canal broke and I lost everything because for lack of water. I then rented for the next ten years in Deweyville. The Lord gave us thirteen children as follows: Hubert Eugene, Odes Bodine, Harold King, Cecil May, Victoria Catherine, George, Joseph Theron, Julius Clifford, Millie E, Willie T., Viola, Pearl, and Bernie. I will give a word picture of my wife here, as she was a kind and loving wife and mother, good to her children and always the same to each. She never made a favorite of one, at the expense of another. She kept the children clean, never putting on clean clothes over dirty ones. She always had a smile for me whenever I came into the house or when we met in the yard. She never had very much time to attend Church, as there was always a little baby in our home to look after. I always let Odes help on wash day as he liked to do that for his Mother. I remember the first time that I saw her. She was just a little girl around eleven years of age – very quiet and never talked much. She was a very sweet little girl and remained the same all her life. The first time I met her was in 1883 when I first worked for her father, but if she ever spoke to me than I don’t remember it, as she was very reserved and I was not much better. I was only 17 then, and ten years later, she and I were married. On September 26, 1916, my wife Leaner died of breast cancer. That was the hardest thing I have ever been called on to experience in all my life. Now, after thirty five years, the wound has not healed. My life has been lonesome, more so than most people think or care. I have not cried on their shoulders or wanted their sympathy but made the best of the ordeal, and tried not to show my own troubles, so that others would make light or sneer. If there is a hell worse than to lose a companion, then I don’t want to experience it. All thirteen children were living at home, as none were married when my wife passed away. Since then, the Lord has taken two of them, Willie T., and Bernie, to be with their mother. Elder George Mays said at her funeral that Sister Record was the sweetest tempered person he had ever met. Dr. Whitlock attended her when our last child was born and as he was leaving we were talking out in the yard. I said she was very reserved and he said she was modest to extreme. I will give a few of the outstanding events that have happened during my life. The first one is an incident that happened about the year 1890, while I was working for Mr. Quimby. A young man was drowned in the Kentucky River. His name was Robert Dorman. The body was not recovered for nearly three months. While I was plowing land in the river bottoms to plant corn, the river was up high, and rafts were running about 100 yards apart. One of the men on one of the rafts hollored to me and said there was a dead man in the turn hole, up the river. (A turn hole is an elbow in the river, and when any object gets in there, it may stay there for a day or so.) I acknowledged the information. As there was a family living close by, I went to the house and told one of the boys who was about my age. He said “Lets go get him.” We went down to the river and he got a canoe that he had tied to a maple tree along the river bank. A canoe is a log hollowed out and pointed at each end. We got in, and went across the river and up the opposite side to the turn hole, and there we got in, and went across the river and up the opposite side to the turn hole. There was the dead man. The boy with me was William Easley. When he saw the dead man he said, “I wouldn’t touch that for anything in the world.” I said, “It isn’t the dead man that I am afraid of, but the live one that is operating the canoe.” I told him to keep the canoe right side up and I would see to the dead man. So finding a piece of rope, I tied one end around one leg of the man, and the other end to the canoe. We retraced our route back to where we started, then drove a stake in the bank and tied the rope to it. It started to rain and rained all night and most of the next day. We sat up all night, along with some others, in the rain. The river kept rising so we had to keep pulling up the stake, bringing the body in closer to the bank, drive in the stake again and wait for the river to rise some more. By morning the stake was 25 feet from where we first drove it in the bank. The Sheriff and Doctor came about 10:00, the next day to get the body. That has been 60 years ago this May, 1950. Another incident was a few months before my wife and I came to Utah. I had a job hauling some lumber to the railroad station for Wyburg Hanna Company. One day while loading the wagons, as there were two of us, and I was in charge of the hauling. I was on top of a stack of lumber with a lumber rule, (the kind you could turn the boards over with.) Sometimes I would use the rule and sometimes my hands. When near the bottom of the stack, for some reason or other, I stopped turning another board with the rule, right where my hand would have been. There was a large copperhead snake coiled up. They are very poisonous and I know that there was some unseen power that caused me to stop using my hands, as I did, as I had never thought of the chance of a snake being in that lumber. Another time, later, while working at that same job which lasted for some time, I had a dream one night that the boiler at a small saw mill had blown up. I had just passed the mill the day before, and they were sawing lumber there. I didn’t give the dream such thought, but when getting near the mill the next day, my dream came back to my mind, and when I came to a point where the mill could be seen, the boiler was gone. I thought, perhaps, they had moved it to some other place. When, on further examination, I saw a hole in the ground about a foot or more deep. I went on another hundred feet and saw another hole in the ground, and nearly a hundred yards from where the mill was, laid the boiler. It had blown up and went end over end and made the holes in the ground. I have never been able to figure out when that dream came to me as it did. After the death of my wife, I later came to Garfield Smelter to work in September, 1922, and worked there for about eight years. While working there, a Superintendent sent a few brick masons to Amarillo, Texas, to construct a furnace at the Zinck Smelter. It belonged to the A.S.R. The man in charge to do the work was Dan Lloyd. He selected the men in Salt Lake City. One day he came to me while I was mixing mortar for the masons working on a repair job at the Smelter, and asked me how I would like to go to Amarillo with him. I asked if he thought the Superintendent would let me go. He said there would be no harm in asking. The next day Dan came by again and said Mr. Singer said, If Mr. Lloyd wanted to take me along, it was OK. We went to Amarillo in April, 1929, and finished the job in two months. I got back around the 1st of June. I worked at the Smelter until sometime in September, 1930. As the depression came on I didn’t get another job until 1932 when I was employed as a special officer at the Growers Market in Salt Lake City. This was a farmers market for their produce. I worked there until September, 1943, when I quit the market for work as a guard at the Vanadium Plant and was there for one year. I was now 77 years old and a night job was against my health and age. My next work was at the police Target Range from June 15, 1944 to June 1, 1950, where I worked as a caretaker there. Since my conversion into the Church, I have always been interested in Genealogy in trying to get data that could be used in doing temple work for my ancestors. Previous to 1917 I did not have any information about my mother’s birthplace, except the fact that she was born in Germany. In 1917 while I was on a visit to Kentucky, I was given an old letter that my oldest brother, Weeden, had in his possession. It was written to my mother on March 14, 1877 by her sister, Julie, in German language. It had been kept more as a keepsake, but we did not know the contents. I gave this letter to my daughter-in-law Eunice Record, who was doing some genealogical work. Trusting to providence, she wrote a letter of inquiry to the Parish of Herborn, Germany, believing that to be her birthplace. This letter was turned over to the Parish Clerk, who turned out to be very genealogically minded. He searched the records of Herborn, and found a most complete record of her ancestors back to Conrad Enders, who was born in the year 1737. Through the means of this letter we obtained 58 new progenitors and a still more extensive field of labor was opened to our family. I have spent a lot of time and money getting genealogy on the Record and Quimby lines and have done about 500 endowments in the Temple. I would like to do more but my health is not so good. Every time that I think that I will stop trying to get more records, there is an urge that seems to pull me on to try some other sources to see what I can get there. Up to the present time, I have made five trips back to Kentucky to gather more genealogy. I have been able to get several hundred names so far, and hope to get a lot more. While at Edenburgh, Indiana, this year 1951, I met a lot of nice people. One, in particular, Mr. Levi Records and his daughter Eva Sidner, and her two children Jane and Thomas. Levi helped me to get the names off of the tombstones in a number of cemeteries there. Some have promised to send me a copy of all the family records they have. I know that they do not understand the plan for salvation for the dead. If they did, they would not delay a minute in getting the records to me, as they are a good Christian people. At the present time, I have a feeling that I should go to New Mexico and, perhaps, I would be able to ge some names there. The Spirit of the Lord must have had something to do with my joining the Church. First, in leading me back to Jessamine County to get married to my wife Leaner, as I had never thought of her in all the times that I worked for her father. To have found one so willing to accept the Gospel, along with me, would have been hard to find. The Lord has given me a greater knowledge of the Gospel than most of the members of the Church have. I have always defended it anywhere or anytime. The first vote that I ever cast was for the Prohibition Party, and I have always supported it every time it has come up. It is now the first part of 1952 and during the last 18 months I have traveled 19,600 miles on the Greyhound Bus Line getting genealogy for the Record and Quimby lines. The last trip that I made was to Van Buren, Arkansas to see my son, Harold K. Record. When I arrived at his home I found that he had been taken to the hospital with what the doctor said was Virus Pneumonia. He entered the hospital on November 8, 1951. They later moved him from the Van Buren hospital on 2nd day of Dec. to the St. Vincent Hospital in Little Rock, where he died on the 22nd of December 1951. His body was sent back to Salt Lake City for burial in the City Cemetery on Saturday, 29th of December, 1951. On Sunday, the 30th I left for Cedar City, Utah with my daughter Pearl and her husband. It rained most of the day and we were tired when we arrived at Cedar City which was 266 miles from Salt Lake City. Dr. Arthur W. Records has promised to send me a copy of all the family records that he had while visiting him in the fall of 1950. When I arrived home from Van Buren on the 22nd of December, I found that Dr. Records had kept his promise and had sent the record to my son, Odes B. Record, which I was glad to get. This is a short story of my life and I think that my memory has done well to remember this much after 84 years. I will leave it open so there can be more added later. I know that my life is far spent and that the Lord will soon call me to be gathered with the ones that have gone on before. I want to do all I can for the salvation for the dead while my life lasts. The Prophet Joseph Smith said that we didn’t have too much time to do the work for our dead. The reason, I think, is that the more we do now, the more there will be ready for the first Resurraction.

Benajah married Leaner Quimby 13 Dec 1893, Nicholasville, Jessamine, Kentucky, United States. Leaner (daughter of George Quimby and Victoria E. Woner) was born 6 Jun 1872, Little Hickman, Jessamine, Kentucky, United States; died 26 Sep 1916, Deweyville, Box Elder, Utah, United States; was buried Sep 1916, Deweyville, Box Elder, Utah, United States. [Group Sheet]

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LEARNER QUIMBY RECORD

Contributed By RecordJoanRuth1 · 20 October 2013

Learner Quimby, born 6 June 1872, one of twelve children born to George Washington Quimby and Victoria Ellen Woner. She was the fourth of a family that consisted of five girls and seven boys. Her father was a farmer and also in the army, at one time. The family was one of the leading families in the area of Jesamine County, Kentucky. Benajah Julius Record moved in with the family when he was 17 years old in 1883 and worked on the farm. At that time he met Learner, who was just a girl, age 11. He doesn’t recall even talking to her, as he states they both were very shy. Several years later, he returned to work on the farm. He was then, 27 years old and Leaner now was 21 years of age. They fell in love and were married 13 Dec., 1893 in Nicholasville, Jessamine, Kentucky. After they married, they moved to live with Benajah’s parents, who were old and alone. They lived there about six years. It was while living there that they met the Mormon Missionaries. Benajah was baptized the 9 Oct, 1899, and Leaner the following spring on the 25 May, 1900. They left Kentucky in 1900 and moved to Honeyville, Utah, with their four children, Hubert, Eugene, Ode, and Cecil May, . Learner was a very quiet, reserved woman and Benajah and Leaner had thirteen children. She was a wonderful cook, and laborers who worked on the farm always wanted to work for the Records because of her good cooking. In later years, Odes new wife, Dorcas, remarked at the dinner table, she had never seen so much food in her life. They later moved to Deweyville, Utah Her last child, James Berne Record, was born 13 February, 1915 and it was then discovered that Leaner had breast cancer. Her older children took over her chores, with her supervision. She was a wonderful mother, and always kept her children clean, and was a kind and loving wife. Always had a smile for everyone. Dr. Whitlock who attended her with the birth of their last child, Bernie, remarked to Benajah that she was very reserved and she was modest to the extreme. In May, 1916, she told her husband Benajah that she thought they should go to the temple and have their temple work done. They went on ahead and had their endowments done, and the children followed the next day and all thirteen of the children were sealed to their parents, as an eternal family on the 15 March, 1916. Leaner died on 26 September, 1916 and was buried in the Deweyville Cemetery, Deweyville, Utah. Elder George Mays remarked at her funeral that “Sister Record was the sweetest tempered person he had ever met.” Benajah never got over her passing, and never remarried. He died at the age of 91 years, and is buried next to her in Deweyville.

Stacy married Minnie E. Lillian Adams 5 Dec 1897, York, York, South Carolina, United States. Minnie (daughter of Ambrose Ray Adams and Nancy Jane Tracy) was born 8 May 1878, Union, South Carolina, United States; died 26 Aug 1945, Union, South Carolina, United States; was buried 28 Aug 1945, Gaffney, Cheokee, South Carolina, United States. [Group Sheet]