Wednesday, April 2, 2014

AUGUST CHRISTIAN FREDRICK BLUTH (ACF Bluth) 1842-1930


August Christian Fredrick Bluth (known as ACF Bluth) was the youngest of eight children born to John Christian Fredrick Bluth and Wilhelmina Liding.  He was born in Stockholm, Sweden, 24 August 1842, two months after his father’s death. 

He had three sisters and two brothers: John M. L. Bluth, Carl Wilhelm, Fredricka Wilhelmina, Amelia Matilda and Hedvig Charlotte.  He was the only one of the children to have blue eyes.  His hair was dark brown. 

Childhood without His Father

The family was very poor.  His father had been a tailor by trade.  August helped his mother gather wild berries to sell, to help with the family finances.  He was very close to his mother and was a great comfort to her after his father's death, and he lived with her and his siblings in their small island home by the sea.

August made his own fishing net when he was 3 years old.  He would put the net into the sea at night and in the morning empty its catch into a bucket, which he took to a small store in trade for other foods needed at home.  Fishing was a good business in Sweden, and he enjoyed it as a sport, but it also helped to feed the family.

He went to a Lutheran minister each day for reading of the Bible, and came to know it well - memorizing many passages.  He had a fine singing voice and sang in the Lutheran Choir when he was ten years old.  Years later he sang in Mormon choirs, and men liked to sit by him in rehearsals because his ability to correctly hear and sing were great help to them.

Training to be a Master Carpenter

At that time in Sweden every man was expected to learn a trade.  When August was 12 years old he began an eight-year training program for a diploma in carpentry.  He graduated with high honors in May of 1862, and at the age of 19 began building houses and doing fine-finishing carpentry work. 
 In later years he told his children, “that many nights he had slept in coffins he had built.  It was not very comfortable, but circumstances, not sport, had caused him to do it”. 

August Christian Fredrick Bluth


His First Marriage and Eldest Son

When 23 years old, he married Johannah Hammerstrom in St. Jacobs Church in Stockholm, Sweden on 10 May 1867 (some writings say it was 30 October 1865).  Johannah was born 15 October 1838 in Lind, Orbero, Sweden to Lars Eric Hammerstrom and Christena Larson.  Johanna ran a small store in front of their home while he worked at his trade.

They had one son, Fredrick Zacharias Bluth, born 6 September 1868 in Stockholm.  It was not long before Hannah died on 14 June 1875 of consumption, and after her death August closed the store.


Conversion to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints

One evening when he was returning home from work he saw a crowd of people listening to some Mormon missionaries who were preaching on the street corner.  August listened to the missionaries (of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) and knew that the truths that they were teaching were what he had been seeking for years.  He was converted to that faith and was baptized into the Church 16 February 1876, by Elder John C. Anderson (some records show C.A. Eck) in his hometown, Lidingobro, Stockholm, Sweden. 

Through his testimony his oldest brother, John, and five members of his family also were baptized members of the LDS Church.  August was among 270 Swedes who joined the twenty-three LDS branches, increasing the Swedish membership to 1581 in the year 1976.  (Jensen 545)  The Book of Mormon was translated into Danish in 1851, but not available in Swedish until 1878, so it is unlikely that August had a copy of the Book of Mormon in his native language.  However, there were many LDS tracts and pamphlets printed in the Swedish language.

From the journals of John Vitalis Bluth, August's nephew:  "I had an uncle named August CF Bluth, who lived with his family in another part of the city.  Elder John C. Anderson of Grantsville, Tooele, Utah, had been visiting with my Uncle August.  He had talked with him and his family and had left books there to read.  My Aunt who lived with us, Frederika Bluth Schultz (and her children Matilda, Selma, Julia and Anna) visited between our family an his and had listened to their conversations and begun reading their books.  At one time she told father of it and said she would bring some of the literature home.  Father, who had a horror of the name Mormon (as has many another honest heart because of misinformation) told her she needn't bring any such things home ... and that he would certainly throw such things into the fire ... and that she surely could be better occupied than in running after false doctrine.  Notwithstanding this threat, she did bring some books home and read them secretly.  On one occasion she forgot her caution and left one of the books on the bureau.  Father spied the strange book, took it up and finding it to be a Mormon publication (THE VOICE OF WARNING), was about to carry out his threat, when the thought struck him that as there was no one to see him, he might as well look into it and see what it had to say for itself before he did so.  He began to read and never left off reading until the book was finished.  When done, the book was replaced with another instead of being burned.  He was convinced of the truth of the message and had so informed mother."

The environment for the LDS missionaries and converts in Sweden was tense, as strict laws were enacted to prevent incursions into the “established way”, which had been a transition from Catholicism to Lutheranism, the latter becoming the national Church in Denmark, Norway and Sweden.  LDS missionaries found it extremely difficult to preach.  President Haight wrote to Orson Pratt, “As for Sweden, the circumstances are different.  The Elders are often arrested, dragged before both civil and clerical authorities, sentenced with fines and imprisoned, living on bread and water, and being mistreated as a consequence of the laws.  (Haight 538)  The civil laws of Sweden were such that no person except the Lutheran priest had the right to hold public meeting, preach or to administer ordinances (such as the sacrament). “The Elders who are sent of God are obliged to preach secretly and baptize under the cover of night and thus either break the law of the land, elude it, or keep the law of God.”  (Wengren 196) 

August had met Josephine Alberta Rose, and she too was baptized into the Mormon faith.  They were married 17 February 1876, one day after his baptism.

Sailing to America

Shortly after becoming a member of the Church, ACF sailed for America.  He brought with him his son and new wife, Josephine Albertina Rose, who was born 27 July 1844 in Kreplan Hatune, Uppsala, Sweden to Carl Wilhelm Rose and Brita Louisa Erickson.   

Swedish converts had begun to “gather to Zion” as early as 1850, being taught that they were literally building the Kingdom of God on earth in preparation for the Second Coming of Jesus Christ.  The most common route took them across the North Sea to Hull, England, the overland to Liverpool by railroad.  At Liverpool the emigrants boarded ships bound for America, destined for New York.  Most Swedish Saints who immigrated to America travelled in companies carefully organized by Mormon leaders.  Groups were separated into companies with leaders planning and arranging every detail – since most of the saints were unacquainted with the incidents of travel.   
S.S.Idaho
 
The LDS Historian’s Office records state: “On June 28, 1876, the Steamship ‘S.S. Idaho’ sailed from Liverpool, England with 628 Saints on board with Nils C. Flygare in charge of this company”. Conditions on the ship were crowded, but the Saints sang hymns, played shuffleboard, discussed religious topics and prepared for their new lives ahead.  On 1 July (Saturday) through 7 July the SS Idaho ran into storm weather that was recorded by a passenger Thomas Griggs:  “Rolling badly.  Our getting up felt rather uncertain.  Retched 2 or 3 times, laid down and felt better.  Washed and up on deck, no breakfast for Tom.  The decks have been covered with almost lifeless forms, the tables are poorly patronized…”    (Griggs)                                                     

Most of the trip across sea was pleasant weather, with exception of those days.   It is interesting to read a Captain Forsyth’s notes from a previous group of Scandinavian Saints of 1874 when a frightful storm was encountered at sea:  “A remarkable calm was observed among the Saints on that occasion, while the opposite was the case with other passengers, who were badly frightened.”  The non-LDS people were crying aloud, “Lost, we are lost!”  The captain assured them that there was no danger, because there were too many Mormons aboard the ship for the ship to be harmed.  A Catholic priest who was present took exception to this statement, but the captain said that he had never had heard of the loss of any ship carrying Mormon.  (Jensen 219020) 

They landed in New York 10 July 1876, continued by rail and arrived in Ogden, Utah, 18 July 1876.  The passenger list shows “August Christian Fredrick Bluth age 33, his wife Josephine Albertina Bluth age 32, his son Fredrick Bluth age 4.”

Bluth Family in Utah  

August and Josephine went to the Logan Endowment House where they received their endowments and were sealed, 14 August 1876 by Daniel H. Wells. 

The family settled in Grantsville, Utah, about 37 miles southwest of Salt Lake City, sponsored by the man who baptized him (Eck).  Here he built a one room log cabin.  While in Grantsville their first child was born, Tyra Josephine Bluth, on 19 August 1877.  August soon sold his home to his brother John and moved to Brigham City, Utah, where their child died.  It is thought to be 14 August 1878.  August’s saw many of his family members die early, and his knowledge of coffin-building was too often required in his lifetime.

The Latter Day Saints were living the "United Order" at this time, and most of August's income went to help this great cause.

August's nephew, John Vitalis Bluth, recorded in his journal:  "On July 14, 1877, we reached Salt Lake City, almost 30 years after the advance scouts of the Pioneers.  All the emigrants were taken to some place to wait for friends to call for them, most of them going to outlying settlements.  A day or two after arriving, our Uncle August came in with a team from Grantsville, Tooele County.  He had settled there the year before, it being the home of John C. Anderson who first brought the gospel to him.  All our little belongings were soon packed in the wagon.   Six of us, Uncle August and the driver.  We found ourselves crossing the alkali lowlands between Salt Lake City and Grantsville, a distance of 37 miles almost due west.

Here we found our uncle living in a one room log house, used for kitchen, dining room, bedroom, parlor and carpenter shop.  Here we all piled in, two families, nine of us - for the night.  The loghouse stood on a barren gravel lot, covered by a scanty growth of sagebrush and greasewood, and cactus, while a small ditch passed the house in the street, around which the sagebrush grew luxuriantly.  Everything appeared to have a heated, suffocating appearance.  I could scarcely breathe the rarified air, heated by the July sun.  I saw nothing but the mountains in their somber hue and the gray sage-covered valley sloping gently from the hills.  No water, either lake, or river as was in Stockholm.  I longed and yearned for it until my whole being seemed consumer with thirst.  But, through it all, I felt that this was Zion, and here we were to work out our destiny and learn new things.

Their 2nd child was born in Brigham City and given the name of Bearnard August Bluth.  August records the birth as 2 December 1878.  Another record gives the date as 8 January 1879.  This baby died young.  The only name recorded near the spelling of Bluth in Brigham City records is the death in 1879 of Ban. H. Blouth age 8 months with a notation that says “Mother dead.”  Josephine Albertena Bluth had died as a result of childbirth in Brigham City, Utah, 2 December 1878. 

After Josephine’s death August was boarding with the Ossmen or Ossmin Family.  While here he met Mrs. Matilda Ossmin’s sister Johanna Olausdotter Johansson (we come from her line).  Matilda had assisted Johanna financially to come to America.  Not long after her arrival, Johanna and August were married 9 October 1879 by Daniel Wells at the Salt Lake Endowment House.   
Johanna Olausdatter  Johansson

 
Their first child Johanna Augusta Bluth was born Sep. 4, 1880 in Brigham City, Utah.  They moved from Brigham City to Ogden, Utah shortly after her birth.  Five months later this child died, 25 February 1881 and is buried in Ogden City Cemetery.  Their 2nd child, Rosia Elvera Bluth was born 6 December 1881 in Ogden and died 25 September 1882.  She also is buried in Ogden City Cemetery. 

While living in Ogden they had 4 more children:  Rosemilda Ranghilda (known as Hilda), Oscar Emanuel (our grandfather), Jared William and Carl Emil – all who lived. 

When his first son, Fredrick Zacharias, was 19 years old, he obtained employment in an Ogden co-op store.  While he was delivering goods in a wagon the horse ran away.  Fred fell from the wagon and was dragged to his death on 12 June 1998.  He was buried in the Ogden City cemetery.    His death was almost more than August could bear!

While living in Ogden he resided on the west side of Jefferson Ave. between 25th and 26th Streets.  Also above Washington Ave. known as Five Points.  He labored away from home much of the time in an effort to support his family.  He even went as far as Evanston, Wyoming. 

He was diligent in his church work and a firm believer in all the gospel principles.  He accepted the principle of Plural Marriage, commonly known as Polygamy, which was practiced at that time.  Because he was a faithful, obedient man, he was asked by Church leaders to take additional wives to care for, and he married two more women:  Sophia Anderson, 14 Aug 1887, and Hulda Josephine Ossmen, 8 June 1888, each in the Logan Temple..

Persecuted and Driven to Mexico

Bitter feelings were brought against the Church and the people who accepted this principle.  The US government joined the fight which resulted in the persecution and imprisonment of devout believers.  Many others went into hiding. 

The state of affairs induced the prophet, John Taylor, and George Q. Cannon of the First Presidency of the Church to obtain “a place of refuge under foreign government to which these people could go.”  In 1885 President Diaz of Mexico informed the Mormon Apostles that the Mormons were welcome as colonists and that the government was anxious to have them help in the development of the country, should they find suitable locations in the State of Sonora and Chihuahua, Mexico. 

By 1886, after many expeditions, large tracts of land were obtained in the north western part of Chihuahua along the Casas Grandes River.  Colonia Dublan, the largest of the colonies in Mexico, but not the first, could be said to have had its beginnings in the later part of 1888.  George M. Brown, whose home was at Provo, Utah, negotiated with a German-Mexican by the name of Lewis Huller for 73,000 acres of land in the Casas Grandes Valley about 6 miles down the river from the Mexican settlement of Casas Grandes. 

Colonia Dublan is located approximately 150 miles south of Deming, New Mexico, and nearly 170 miles from El Paso, Texas.  At the time of its founding, the nearest railroad point was Gallego, 110 miles away.  To make the trip there and return by team and wagon required 8 days.  Since a large percentage of the merchandise consumed must be imported from the United States, the task of supplying the Colonists was not an easy one.  By 1897 a railroad was built to a point 12 miles beyond Colonia Dublan. 

The first dwellings were tents and wagon boxes.  Later adobe houses with mud roofs.  The house furnishings generally were scant of rude quality, the chairs usually boxes or homemade benches.  The food was course.  Most of the people on arrival were in poverty.  Few of these could understand the language.  As a result, misunderstandings were frequent.  But the greatest handicap of all was the galling grind of poverty.  The majority of the immigrants’ substances having been depleted during the previous years of persecution.  To add to their financial strain were the duties that must be paid in passing over the boundary line.  But worst of all was the seizure of personal effects because the owners could not pay the duties. 

The people at first were hired out as mechanics or farm labor.  Wage earners were poorly paid.  In 1892 the highest wages 53 ½ cents to 18 ¼ cents the lowest per day.  Some were more fortunate to work for the railroad or in the mines for $1.50 per day.  These were the conditions in Mexico when August decided to leave Utah. 

They left Ogden May 15, 1889, going by train to Deming, New Mexico.  While in Deming, diphtheria broke out and four of his children contacted the illness.  His little son Jared William died, June 1, 1889 and was buried there. 

From here the family with its remaining 3 children traveled by team and wagon to Colonia Dublan, arriving there June 24, 1889.  Dublan was a barren flat with only four Mormon families living there:  the Carltons, Whipples, Fosters and Lakes.

He made his families as comfortable as possible.  They lived in a tent with a willow shed built in front for another room (a bowery).  Because of the bad weather and extreme hardships August developed bronchitis and was very ill.

A bed was made on the floor of the tent for Hilda Josephine when she gave birth to a baby, Ellen Josephine, born 5 March 1890.

They had severe pioneer struggles with privations common to dwellers on the frontier.  It required patience and much faith.  They met with many adverse conditions of the natives that lived in the land.  The most prevalent ones were small pox and malaria.  Food was very scarce. 

Over time August made adobes of mud mixed with straw.  When they were dry, he built them a 2-room adobe house.  Many of the houses were built with a flat roof, but he built his with a steep roof style.  It was quite a nice looking house when it was finished.

In September 1893 Hulda, August's last wife, gave birth to a son, Earl Lawrence, but Hulda died from childbirth.  Johanna, his 3rd wife, cared for the child, but the baby died in a few weeks.  Once again the grief-stricken August made the coffins and buried his precious family members.

His wife, Sophia, and her son Fred had come from Ogden into Mexico with Albert and Sarah Farnsworth.  Sophia gave birth to a son, Oliver Ferdinand, on 23 March 1893 (5?).  The family called her "Aunt Sophie", and she was greatly loved.  She worked hard to help support the family, and with August worked at the Corralitos Ranch.  Our Grandpa, Oscar Bluth, loved Aunt Sophie, and remembered that his first pair of shoes were a gift from her.

Later August helped build the Jackson flour mill near Old Casas Grandes.  August walked to work many miles to work Monday morning, staying at  the worksite until Saturday evening, then walk home again.  His salary was 50 centavos per day.

August was able to apply his trade of carpentry., building many of the big brick homes in Colonia Dublan.  Some of the homes he built were the Lewis Cardon home, the Rueben Farnsworth home and the Mike Larson home.  He also helped build the Relief Society building and the Mexican Branch church.  He made all the coffins and lined them for the people that were buried in the Colonies. 
Claudius Bowman Home

August planted an orchard.  He had an apiary of many bees and sold a lot of honey.  He even raised cotton.  Each year he had a nice garden.  When the water became scarce, he and his family carried water from a well to keep the trees alive.  Finally he was able to purchase a windmill and he built the tower of lumber himself, thus giving them a better supply of water.

Mexican Revolution - Driven out of Mexico

The pioneers had barely placed their feet upon Mexican soil, when attempts were made by local Mexican officials of the State of Chihuahua to have the Colonists driven out.  If it had not been for the strong arm of the federal government, the colonies would have been short lived.  During the years there likely was no more friction between them than can usually be found in any country where there is an intermingling of races whose ideals, traditions, and habits were so radically different as were theirs. 

After August had lived in Mexico some 20 years, work for carpenters was not too plentiful.  He was about 60 years old at the time and had a desire to return to the United States.  His daughter Hilda and her husband, Heber Farr, were then living in Tucson, Arizona.  They had interested him in a corporation of farms, on which he could do carpenter work. 

In March of 1910, due to the Mexican Revolution, he took his wife Johanna and the children, Oliver and Ellen, and went to Tucson.  He left his son, Oscar, to run the 20-acre farm in Colonia Dublan.  Sophia and Fred also stayed in Mexico.  His brother-in-law, Heber Farr, had purchased several hundred acres of land, and together they formed a company.  They lived in the Rillito Ranch (later named Binghamton).  The corporation went broke and the land was then divided among the stock holders.  Each received 20 acres of land.  This he farmed for a while and also did carpentry work. 
August Christian Fredrick Bluth

The revolution had broken out against the government and the American Colonies.  Rebels occupied their towns.  The Revolution started by Francisco I. Madero against President Diaz’s regime of Mexico.  It was the signal for uprisings.  In the course of a few months bands of rebels were terrorizing the inhabitants and ravaging the country.  The Revolutionary leaders had little difficulty in securing a following.  He promised his men a substantial living and a few acres of land at the close of the war. 

The followers of Madero could scarcely be called an army.  They were little more than a mob.  Many were without uniforms and some of them were Indians from the mountains - - a spectacle to behold with their straight black hair streaming wildly down their backs and no clothing, save a cloth girdle about the loins. 

Madero’s promised reforms did not materialize as speedily as were expected.  This gave rise to a general spirit of discontent.  In the north many rallied to the standard of revolt raised by Pascual Orosco. 

During the Madero Revolution the colonies were promised that they would not be molested if they remained neutral.  However, the promise was not kept.  Their homes and stores were looted.  At first it was money and supplies they wanted.  Then the demands made of them were unreasonable.  In the name of their General they demanded guns, horses, saddles and food.  In February 1912 there were six principal colonies in Chihuahua and one in Sonora.  At that time the Mormon settlers numbered about 4,000 people.  They are generally thought to be the well-to-do people in the church, possessing large tracts of land.  Their farms improved and stocked with cattle and machinery.  An irrigation and canal system had been completed.  A Church Stake House, office building and schools had been built with the colonists’ own contributions. 

Conditions grew worse and the rebel raids were more frequent.  Pancho Villa of Chihuahua, one of the most ruthless rebel leaders, had taken matters into his own hands.  He declared vengeance on all Americans.  The dislike for America was not their religion, but economical and racial differences, and if anyone objected to his demands it could result in the loss of their life. 

In July of 1912 the rebels demanded all the Colonists’ guns and ammunition.  A meeting was held and the people thought it best to comply with the order, as the town was filled with rebels.  The LDS people delivered to the school house all the guns and ammunition that they could not hide.  It was also decided to send the women and children to El Paso, Texas by train.  It was a difficult and terrible time, with much suffering, loss of possessions, and the women and children stayed in a lumber yard in El Paso, using blankets to separate spaces to sleep.  The people of El Paso helped as much as they were able.  Many never returned to Mexico.  

The persistent rumors among the Mexican people of intervention by the U. S. Government aroused the natives to such a pitch of anger that Americans, other than the colonists, left in large numbers.  The colonists felt that conditions were not serious enough to justify returning to the U.S.  Pilfering and destruction was everywhere.  The revolution affected other members of the family who remained in Mexico.

While August was away from Mexico he received word that his stepson, Axel Fredrick, had drowned on 5 August 1911.  While crossing the Casas Grandes River Fred's horse had stepped into deep water.  Fred's body was not found until a week later. 

In October of 1916, August’s daughter Ellen decided to be married in the Salt Lake Temple in Utah.  August and his wife, Johanna, accompanied them.  His return to Utah was a joyous occasion.  He enjoyed visits with relatives in Salt Lake City and his brother, John and family in Ogden, Utah. 

Miracle of Returning to Mexico

About 19 June 1918, he sold his property in Tucson to return to Colonia Dublan.  When he arrived at the border at El Paso, Texas, he learned it was impossible to obtain a passport because of the revolution.  Not having much money and his wife being ill, and he being 76 years old, he was next to desperate to get back to his home.  With the aid of a 12 year old American boy, a brother to his daughter-in-law, they were able to miraculously cross the border. 

The boy worked around the bridge that crossed the Rio Grande River from El Paso, Texas, to Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico.  He told August not to bring any luggage and to come to the bridge at the same time that the street car arrived at the bridge.  The boy watched when the American officials entered the street car for inspection.  Then he gave August and his wife a signal to run across the bridge when the inspectors were not looking.  They felt the Lord blessed them to cross that bridge without being seen or shot.  It is quite a long bridge. 

When on the Mexican side, they were met by their son, Carl Emil.  With his Mexican papers he accompanied his parents to the Mexican officials.  They asked to cross into the United States. Their request was refused.  They were informed to return to their home town.  This was what they wanted them to say, so they could return to their home in Colonia Dublan.   

From the proceeds of selling his farm August built a nice small brick home across the street from Bishop Anson B. Call's home, where they lived for several years.  His grandchildren loved to visit him!  He raised fruit and kept bees, selling hone and honeycomb to the townspeople.  He enjoyed making doll furniture for his grandchildren. 


Their health became so poor that they sold this home and moved near their daughter Ellen, where she could care for them.  She was a dutiful daughter, and no one could have done more for their aged parents than she did. 

August suffered for years with gall bladder trouble.  He had an operation from which he survived for a short time.  He died March 25, 1930, in his 89th year.  When he died he was survived by two wives, five children, 39 grandchildren, 70 great grandchildren and 9 great-great grandchildren.  He had seen many of his family die during his lifetime, yet he faithfully carried on, burying his sorrows and losses with his knowledge in the Plan of Salvation and eternal families and true to his membership in the restored gospel of Jesus Christ. 
 

1.        Belnap, Della A.          Our Bluth Family, 1570-1975

2.       Griggs, Thomas.           Journal of Thomas Griggs, June 28, 1876, Church Archives, Salt Lake City, UT

3.       Haight, Hector C.         Millenial Star XVII, (1856)

4.       Jensen, Andrew          History of the Scandinavian Mission, 219-220, (Salt Lake City, Deseret News Press, 1927)

5.       Wengreen, A Dean    History of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in Sweden 1859-1905.  PhD dissertation to the Department of Graduate Studies in Religious Instruction (Provo: Brigham Young University, 1968)

6.       Whitlock, Lynda           lyndawhitlock@mac.com 

7.      Hatch, Nelle Spisbury   Stalwarts South of the Border, Pg 51 (submitted by Ellen Josephine Bluth Jones, daughter) 

       
                               

Monday, March 31, 2014

Letter from Lucy Macdonald Bluth to her son Lothaire Bluth on his Mission in Argentina



At Home in Colonia Dublan
January 22, 1930

My Dearest Boy (Lothaire/Bud):

We received your beautiful letter last evening and was Oh! so glad to hear from you. I am writing on the machine (typewriter) again because I can write more in less space and more legibly. I am so glad that you are well and I can tell that you are enjoying the Spirit of the Lord because your letters just radiate the spirit of the Gospel.  I hope you will keep right on the way you have started and keep up the good work. Then when you do come home you will be proud of your record. I am glad you are well and enjoying housework. Isn’t it fun to cook and iron etc. etc.? But then, you have to know all these things anyway so now is a good time to become expert. We enjoyed the snapshots so much. You seem to be well enough fed for you look more fleshy than when you left. The sisters must feed you well or else you are mighty fine cooks. You know most of the cooks cannot enjoy their own cooking but it seems that you do.  

Grandpa ACF Bluth is getting better after all. We thought surely he would not go on, but I guess his time had not come, because he seems to be improving but he will never be strong again. Grandma Bluth is feeble and can hardly get around, but when they move up by Aunt Ellen they will have more help. They sold their little home to Frank Romney, and Uncle Ollie (Bluth) and bought the Done and Moffett property and has traded with Frank Romney and now Ollie lives in the Done house and Frank lives in Ollie’s home. Quite a change isn’t it? Aunt Sophia (Bluth) was here this morning and I read her letter. She says to tell you that she prays for you every day and hopes you won’t forget her. She says she knows you are going to do fine for you always was a good boy. So write a line to her some times, poor old soul. 

Yes, Van Macdonald is married!!! I spent nearly all day yesterday up at the Municipio getting them married. Uncle Byron is here and they all came down and we were up there about four hours. After it was all over, we came down here to our house and had dinner and they went on up to Juarez. We expect to go up to Juarez to the farewell reception for them tonight. But Dad is sick with a bilious spell and he surely feels the bunk. But if he cannot go, the rest of us will go. Then on Saturday, Dad and I (just think) are taking them out to the Mesa Temple, and Van will find Brother Pratt there and be set apart for his mission. He does not know just what mission field he will be sent to, but somewhere in the Mexican Mission. Then we will bring Vilate home with us and she will go on teaching school. She and your Viva can sympathize, no?  

Little Lynden is standing here by me now. He wants to write, so here goes, qzxc xcbn dearr budn hello, I am getting big vgoodgye xcc x,,m bnns ssss  He is never satisfied. Maybe you can’t read it, but he thinks he is big. He is just laughing. He tries to talk and is surely cute. I am going to take him to Mesa with me and will get a big picture of him and Dad and send to you.  

Gayle and Oscar are breaking in some new little calves that we have in the corral. All the baby calves kick like the dickens for awhile until they get so tame they won’t buck. But Gayle can surely throw a wicked rope. He never misses either a foot or the head. But Lynden is our machinist. He just loves a pair of pliers and a wrench or two and he will work for hours on the car, going over every bolt and of all the positions he gets into!!! It is sure funny. But he takes it all seriously. Oh! there is a thousand and one things he does that are funny but can’t write them all. I wish he would stay this way until you come home, but he won’t. He will grow up and then they are not so cute.  

Mac and Lucy and Oscar are growing so fast. Flossie is as big as LaPrele. LaPrele and Flossie have the curliest hair you ever did see and it is so pretty. I am perfectly silly about it, because I always wanted a curley-headed baby. You have some might pretty sisters, if I do say it “as shouldn’t” I. Mac is a sheik now. He combs his hair and fixes up to kill. He is the beau of all the girls, they quarrel over him. Lucy is learning the piano quite well, but Mac hasn’t done much yet. But I want to keep him at it.  

Oh! but it is cold today. I feel like I was freezing now. I’ll bet you can hardly realize it, can you? But up in the states they are having so much sub-zero weather. In El Paso, the other day was the coldest in 55 years. Just think, and we read in the paper that Argentina was having extremely hot weather. But I expect we will have more snow if this cold spell keeps up long. I am sure we are going to have a fine year this year for crops, because we have so much water now, and prospect of more. Wheat crops look fine, but some are a little late on account of too much moisture. 

Well, the second semester of school has started and the poor kids surely do have grief with the old bus. It is broke about half of the time. Roy T. has charge of keeping it in repair and you know what that means, don’t you? Dad wouldn’t have charge of it, because he did not have you to run it for him and he couldn’t afford to keep it fixed up for Taylor kids to break up. So it is on the ragged edge of nowhere all the time. My car has had to go up so much lately that I believe it thinks you are home again, Ha! Ha! Ha! I wish you were home again. 

Dad has the wheat almost all in now for which I am thankful, for it seemed that he would be awfully late planting it because of too much wet. I’ll bet there is a lot of snow in the mountains because it has been snowing the last few days again. All that does us lots of good about May, do you remember? Viva was down last Sunday evening and ate enchiladas with us for Dad’s birthday, January 19th. Did you think of it? We thought of you and wished you were here to eat some with us. Do you ever get or see enchiladas? I wonder!  

We had another fine Stake Union Meeting on Sunday afternoon and it is a great benefit in carrying on the work of the Stake. Brother Call says he just hasn’t had time to answer your nice letter to him because he has been so busy with his yearly Bishop’s report, but intends to write soon.
 
Well, Dear kid, I guess I will have to close as I cannot think of much more news to tell you. But I hope you will continue to be encouraged and that God will protect you and the other missionaries in health and wisdom to perform your labors and duties with vigor and strength. You have our most sincere prayers and I hope you will get along with your cooking, etc. in fine shape. 

Oh yes, I am writing right now about the books you want so that you can judge about when to expect them. Much love and kisses to you from every one of the kids and hoping that you receive the snaps of us soon. We are devouring your snaps for yours looks so natural. Be good and be happy and may God bless and preserve you in Faith, and let us know whenever you need books or anything and we will try and sent it to you.

Lovingly
Your Dad and Mother (Oscar and Lucy)

 

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Miracles of Temple Hill in Pacheco, Chihuahua, Mexico - Alexnder Findlay Macdonald

Throughout our childhoods, our family (Lynden and LaRee Lunt Bluth) and Uncle Chato's family went to Pacheco every summer. The 50 miles of road were so rough that our tires had blow-outs - - and the one-way road was so narrow that we had to back-up if any other vehicle was on the rocky road.  It seemed like our vehicles hung over the edges of cliffs!  Our mothers, the Lunt girls, had been raised in Pacheco, and we stayed in the original adobe home of their childhood.  We loved picking Tiger Lillies and White Star flowers, playing in the creek, swimming in Box Canyon, riding horses, and playing on Temple Hill - a pine forest hill with steep ledges that overlooked the Pacheco River down below.  There was an "altar/memorial" built of stone and concrete in the forest on top of the hill, which used to have a plaque on it, but which was missing.

I didn't know in those years how sacred that spot was, nor how much had been sacrificed by my great grandfather, Alexander Findlay Macdonald (great pioneer and explorer) and others as they obediently helped to find a place of refuge for the thousands of saints who would move away from persecution to live in the Mormon Mexican Colonies.  Alexander Findlay Macdonald was a Stake President and referred to as President Macdonald in journals from that time.

From LDS Church records:  "January 15, 1885 John Campbell and Alexander F. Macdonald left Christopher Layton at Corralitos and they rode up the San Diego Trail and on westward about 15 miles to the Corrales Basin - - arriving about noon on the 3rd day (Jan 18, 1885).  They intended to go on over the range into Sonora, Mexico.  Upon arriving they prepared a meal under a cedar tree, among the willows, on the east side of the creek.  After dinner President Macdonald (43 years old) lay down in the shade of the cedar tree and went to sleep, while John Campbell went scouting around the valley.  Upon Campbell's return President Macdonald said, "This is the place...we have gone far enough.  We will return to Corralitos." 

Grandma Lucy Macdonald Bluth said that her father had told the family that he had a dream and in vision had seen a small Temple on that hill.  He knew that from that point the light of the gospel would be taken throughout Mexico.  M.F. Trejo, a Mexican national and friend of AF Macdonald, was the man who translated the Book of Mormon into Spanish - and the promise of the Book of Mormon being taken to the Lamanites flourished - and continues going strong throughout our generations.

From LDS Church records:  "Saturday, January 18, 1885 a party was organized with Francis M. Lyman as president of the company, Apostle Teasdale as Captain and Recorder - and GC Richardson captain of the guard.  Isaac Turley was called as Comissary, Alonso Farnsworth and Edmond Richardson called as Cooks, MM Sanders and Israel Call as Packers - and AF Macdonald and Jesse N. Smith as Committee.  Passing the Piedras Verdes river they camped at Cave Valley, July 23rd.  At noon the next day we killed three deer in the Corrales Basin and camped on the bluff of the west side of the valley where we hoisted the American Flag at half-mast in honor of the 24th of July (Pioneer Day).  Ten men and eighteen animals were in the party."

"Ten years later at Casas Grandes Apostle Francis M. Lyman met AL Farnsworth and told him to go and locate the ground where he, Lyman, had hoisted the Flag, and to mark the tree that the Flag was on and write the names of the ten men on it - - asking people to perceive it.  I did this."  (AL Farnsworth Salt Lake record)  Apostle Lyman asked Edward Stevenson, one of the seven Presidents of the Seventy, to dedicate the ground at that spot and to preserve a record of it.  The two men located the spot and did as they were assigned. 

Over the years the tree holding the wooden sign burned down and the Aaronic Priesthood of the Pacheco Ward built the altar of stone and concrete.  Hilven Cluff said:  "When I was in the Aaronic Priesthood, our Bishop, Marion Wilson, told us to gather all of the bronze we could find around the old sawmill cites.  We did so.  Then Bishop Wilson, a blacksmith, melted down the bronze and made a bronze plaque with the names on it.  We all went up on Temple Hill and built a monument out of rock and cement and bolted the plaque on it."

November 5, 1892 Apostle Teasdale said to the Pacheco saints:  "Pay your tithes and love your neighbor as yourself.  Put yourselves in a position to win God's favor, and I see no reason why we cannot have a Temple in Pacheco.  (Salt Lake Record)

My grandfather, Clarence Lunt, the Bishop of the Pacheco Ward prophesied:  "The time will come when we will build a Temple here in Pacheco, when thousands of missionaries will be wanted."  In a dream he had seen people with backpacks coming to a Temple on Pacheco's Temple Hill.

MIRACLE TODAY!  In 2012 the Mexican government built a beautiful highway to connect Chihuahua and Sonora, and it replaces the rough, road of boulders that we struggled to drive over in order to arrive in Pacheco.  The Lord works in mysterious ways - His miracles to perform!   The road goes right past the cemetary where the my Lunt pioneer ancestors were buried, and through Pacheco town, past the LDS Church.  In my lifetime I have seen so many miracles - temples that dot the earth - and as I drive to the Mesa Temple each week to serve there, I pass the Gilbert Temple which is soon to be completed.  We are preparing for our Savior's return!  I am so grateful for faithful ancestors whom the Lord trusted enough to give in vision His mighty works which would come in a future date!  And ... we, their offspring, get to see the Lord's hand working those mighty miracles!  Jacque Bluth Gurney



Gordon and Mariann Bluth invite you to come to the Colonies at the perfect time of year, to travel up the new highway to Pacheco and to see historic and interesting sights.  Labor Day Weekend 2013

Sunday, August 4, 2013

AUGUST CHRISTIAN FREDRICK BLUTH - GENERATIONS


                            (1842-1930)

Wife #1 - Johanna Hammerstroom
               (1838-1875)
 
Their child:
(1)  Fredrick Zacharias Bluth
           (1868-1887) 

Wife #2 Josephine Albertine Rose
                (1844-1878)
 
Their Children:
(1)  Tyra Josephine Bluth
          (1877-1878)
          Infant Death 

(2)  Bearnard August Bluth
           (1878-1878)
          Infant death
 
Wife #3 - Johanna Johansson
                 1848-1938)

Their Children:
(1)  Johanna Augusta Bluth
             (1880-1881)
            Infant Death 

(2)  Rosia Elvera Bluth
          (1881-1882)
         Infant Death

(3)  Rosemilda Ranghilda Bluth
              (1883-1973)
married Heber Erastus Farr (1875-1965)
Their children:
▪ Halvan Heber Farr (1906-1984)
▪ Ivan Bluth Farr (1908-1908)
▪ Deral Winslow Farr (1909-1997)
▪ Maybelle Farr (1911-2003)
▪ Winnifred Farr (1913-2007)
▪ Lawrence Waldo Farr (1915-1957)
▪ Josephine Farr (1917-unknown)
▪ Keith Sawtell Farr (1919-1929)
▪ Azona Farr (1921-unknown)
▪ Nadine Farr (1923-unknown)
▪ Yvonne Farr (1926-unknown)
 
(4)  Oscar Emanuel Bluth
            (1885-1964)
married Lucy Lavinia Macdonald (1884-1949)
Their children:
▪ Lothaire Bluth, Sr. (1910-1975)
 Fannie V. Bluth (1912-1998)
▪ La Prele Bluth (1914-2002)
▪ Flossie Bluth (1916-living)
▪ Mac Bluth (1918-1998)
▪ Lucy Bluth (1921-1989)
▪ Oscar Emanuel Bluth, Jr. (1922-living)
▪ Gayle Bluth (1925-2013)
▪ Lynden Bluth (1928-1982) 

(5)  Jared William Bluth
          (1886-1889)
Buried in Deming, New Mexico – enroute to Mexico
 
(6)  Carl Emil Bluth
        (1888-1974)
Married (1) Clara Farnsworth (1886-1958)
Their children:
▪ Emil Carl Bluth (1909-1994)
▪ Genevieve Bluth (1912-1989)
▪ Virgil Roneal Bluth (1914-1999)
▪ Franklin LaMar Bluth (1916-2005)
▪ Ada Bluth (1919-2004)
▪ Dewey Clyne Bluth (1922-unknown)
▪ Lloyd Fredrick Bluth (1924-1927)
▪ Ione Bluth (1926-unknown)
Married (2) Margaret Wickel (1900-unknown) – no children


Wife #4 - Sophia Anderson
          (1851-1938) 

(1)  Axel Fredrick Bluth
    (1881-1911) (adopted)
 No children
          
 (2)  Oliver Ferdinand Bluth
            (1895-1947)
Married Agnes Scott (1896-unknown)
 Their children
 ▪ Elaine Bluth (1922-unknown)
 ▪ Oliver Scott Bluth (1924-2014 at 90 years)
 ▪ Rolla Bon Bluth (1927-1979)
 ▪ Jerry Dean Bluth (1930-1947)
 ▪ Rose Lynette Bluth (1938-unknown)

              
Wife # 5 Hulda Josephine Ossmen
               (1869-1893)
Their children:
(1)  Ellen Josephine Bluth
 (1890-1974)
MarriedThomas Henry Jones (1883-1953)
▪ Josephine Jones (1917-2003)
▪ Lawrence Henry Jones (1920-unknown)
▪ Elma Jane Jones (1922-unknown)
▪ Thomas Ossmen Jones (1924-unknown)                

(2)  Earl Lawrence Bluth
           (1893-1894)
           Infant death

             

MY DAD, OSCAR EMANUEL BLUTH
                               By Fannie B. Hatch, his daughter 
 
Last 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. 

He 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.   

After 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.   

For 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. 

They 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. 

One 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 years. 

It 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.    

After 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. 

More 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. 

As 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.
 
Across 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. 

He 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. 

I 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. 

He 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. 

He died 17 Jan 1964 in Colonia Dublan, and buried 18 Jan 1964 in Colonia Dublan, Chihuahua, Mexico.   

          Grandpa Bluth with Grandchildren Lynden Lothaire, Oscar Alan, Clarence Gayle, Yvonne, Jacqueline and Vicki

 
Grandpa Bluth with  Vicki sitting by his side
 

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Uncle Chato's Funeral - a Grand Family Gathering

The Arizona funeral services in Gilbert, Arizona for Uncle Gayle "Chato" Bluth was a beautiful family gathering and a grand celebration of a life well-lived.  Gayle and Ora's 5 children all gave tender, informative and uplifting talks, speaking of their father's high principles of living, his strong work ethics, his love of farming and ranching, his dedication to God and his family, his incredible basketball talents (for which he was known throughout Mexico), his love of Pacheco, and his humble, simple ways.  One story that Alexander (Bobe) told was a few years ago when Chato was being inducted into the Hall of Fame (and didn't want to go, not wanting a fuss to be made over him), he was finally dragged there, with his old team mates as the bait.  When he walked into the huge arena, the entire crowd stood, applauding, in recognition of his high achievements representing the country of Mexico throughout his basketball career.  His son-in-law, Corey King, sang, accompanied by Lucy.  Cinnamon Tutt Dove (grandaughter) sang "I Walked Today Where Jesus Walked", a song that Chato loved and sang often.  Family, extended family and Colony friends gathered for a luncheon, prior to Chato's family driving to Mexico for a funeral in the Dublan Ward Chapel.
Grandsons (help me identify them please)

Buried in the Colonia Dublan, Chihuahua, Mexico cemetary
Chato liked things simple, he loved this soil of Mexico, and asked to be buried near his parents' graves.



Ora, her 2 daughters (Yvonne and Lucy) and all girl grandaughters


Gayle (Tito), Margie and children
 

 
Genetics are strong in the Bluth family, and so are qualities of commitment, hard work, overcoming, education, and faith in God and His divine Plan.  Bluths LOVE gathering together!  We are still blessed to have Aunt Flossie and Uncle Oscar with us from the 9 original Oscar and Lucy Bluth children. 
 

Oscar Emmanuel (uncle), Oscar Daniel, Jerry and Larry Bluth (brothers - Lothaire "Bud's" sons)


Lunt Sisters - LaRee (Lynden Bluth), Ora (Gayle Bluth) and Sylvia (Evans Heywood)
Aunt Ora was supported by her Lunt family in attendance, Gary & Lorie, Sylvia and Evans, LaRee and Dale, and many nieces and nephews.


Sylvia, LaRee, Dale Shaw, Evans, Gary, Lorie, Shane Lunt



Cousins - Yvonne, Vicki, Jacque, Renee and Bonnie