This blog is an Oscar Emmanuel Bluth and Lucy Lavinia Macdonald family gathering place - designed to strengthen family bonds, to strengthen individual family members - especially our children, to preserve sacred stories and heritage and to gather family history in an effort to produce a Bluth Family History Book.
Sunday, August 4, 2013
MY DAD, OSCAR EMANUEL BLUTH
By Fannie B. Hatch, his daughter
evening, Daddy was on his bed resting, as he has for so many years.I pulled up my chair and asked him if he
would mind telling to me about his childhood.Tears came into his light blue eyes, as they did many times in the next
few minutes.Those years were
heartbreaking years to remember, and he said, “When I think of those days and
conditions, I wonder how we ever pulled through.”I began to understand his fears that grew out
of the hardships of those years when he was a boy – those years when the
pioneers first came into Mexico seeking refuge.
was born Jan. 19, 1885 in Ogden, Utah.He was a little over four years old when his father and mother, so very
poor, arrived in the Dublan Valley.They
had left Ogden six months before.They
arrived in Deming, New Mexico by train and remained there to get ready for the
journey into Mexico by wagon and team.While in Deming, there was an epidemic of diphtheria, and a little
brother contracted the disease and was buried before they left.
many discouraging hardships, the group arrived in Dublan, Mexico, 24th
of June 1889.I had never heard until
now that the Bluth family was one of the first to settle in the locality of
Colonia Dublan.There were two families
camping there at the time of their arrival:George Lake and Samuel Foster.There were no homes, no streets laid out, and few prospects.There was little water for irrigation.However, there was land, and when the town
was eventually surveyed and laid-out into plots, the Bluths acquired 25 acres
for 300 pesos.
a year the family had lived in a tent with a bowery attached which made a
kitchen and “outdoor living room.”He
remembered the cold of that winter with a shiver.But now they had property.So with the entire family helping they built
one room on their farm.There were three
wives and five children.
didn’t have any equipment or animals for hard labor and hauling.The wives carried wood on their backs from
the river.The children hunted in the
fields for edible plants.Times were
hard and sometimes they were hungry as well as cold.Later he realized that his mother didn’t eat
usually with the children, for she knew the amount they had wouldn’t be enough
for all.Oscar (my Daddy) had
chickenpox.His mother tenderly wrapped
him in an overcoat and had him sleep on the floor in the corner behind the
door.It was the least drafty there.
of the wives, Aunt Sophie, worked outside of the home and earned money to buy
store clothes.My daddy was 12 years of
age when she bought him his first pair of store shoes and blue denim
overalls.Aunt Sophie held a warm spot
in his heart, because she unselfishly shared her earnings with all the
children.He was good to her all his
life.He made it a point to see that she
never needed anything after she stopped working.I remember of her coming into the home to get
what she wanted.Sometimes it was just
attention and kindness that she was seeking.Mother was especially kind to her.We didn’t realize how unselfish she had been during those impressive
was impossible to make a living off a piece of property with little irrigation
water, and no equipment to work the land.More than that, my Grandfather was a finishing carpenter and had never
farmed.So when my Daddy, the oldest
son, was around 13 years of age, he left home to go to a near by ranch,
Corralitos, to seek employment.This way
he was able to buy a wagon and team.Before long he was able to make the farm produce.He lived in the valley all these years and
steadily added to that small beginning.He owns the original 25 acres, and the “Old Place” is a landmark to
which he is sentimentally attached.
the wheat was planted each winter there were two or three months for
schooling.Living came first, for the
family had suffered through a poverty they didn’t want to repeat.Then, too, it was the trend to encourage boys
to learn a trade and attending school was discouraged.The people were too poor to maintain a
teacher for a very long time so there was little book-learning.
settlers came in, and the presiding Elder was George Lake.Later, an LDS Ward was organized and Winslow
Farr was the first Bishop of the Dublan Ward.My Daddy remembers with kindness his primary teacher, Lydia Knight
Young.She called to take him with her,
when she found that he was missing from Primary.
he began to prosper a little, he bought a one-seated sport model buggy and a
fine team.He went to Colonia Juarez and
enrolled in the Academy.They were
encouraging the older boys to come to school.There he was on the baseball team, the catcher.He had ability that he passed on to his sons
later.He lived during the week with the
Clayson family, and drove home for the weekends.
the street lived the Macdonald girls.In
those times he said Colonia Juarez had fine, good girls, and this was likely
the attraction.The boys were rough and
tough, he thought, but he admired the girls.He stayed in Colonia Juarez most of two winters, but eventually gave it
up, as it was costing the family too much.Their entertainment at that time was baseball and sports and dancing
when they could stir up some music.A
fiddle and an organ were the musical instruments they had.I asked him what they did for baseballs.He said they made them.He said they were a little dead, but it was
fair for all.
worked hard and saved money for the long trip, and married Lucy Lavinia
Macdonald in the Salt Lake Temple on the 12th of November 1909.They had nine children.He provided for them very well, gave them
good educations, and all have been married in the Temple.His wife, Lucy, died in 1949, the first of
this family to pass away.
sometimes think that the hardships of those formative years left such an
imprint upon my Father, that he actually has fears about poverty that effect
him yet, even though times in recent years have been good to him.
kept five members of his family on missions besides several others that were
not related to him.He had been blessed
financially and took this means of showing his gratitude.
died 17 Jan 1964 in Colonia Dublan, and buried 18 Jan 1964 in Colonia Dublan,
Grandpa Bluth with Grandchildren Lynden Lothaire, Oscar Alan, Clarence Gayle, Yvonne, Jacqueline and Vicki