The ancestor I will be telling you about this week is my
husband, Roy’s, grandfather, Joseph Mortenson.
I only met him once, because he passed away just a few months after Roy
and I were married. You can talk to
people in the little southeastern Arizona town of Elfrida, in Cochise County,
and all the older people especially, will remember, Uncle Joe, and they all have
fond memories and many stories to tell about this special man.
From Joseph’s life story that he wrote in 1973, we read the
following: “My sister Mary, who is five years older than I, remembers the small
log cabin in which I was born. It was a
humble pioneer home. My parents were
surprised when there were two of us instead of one, so my mother gave her
mother’s broach to the midwife for delivering me. She had made only one quilt to give to
her. We were her 11th and 12th children. When we were born Josie was the healthiest
looking and I was the skinny one. Now
it’s just the opposite. They fed me
soaked bread, clabber and burro milk and she nursed mother. One time, after we moved to Mexico, my mother
dug a hole in the dirt floor of their home, poured water into it and sat the
bucket of my milk in the hole to keep my milk from souring. Since it was terribly hot and we had no
refrigeration this was the best she could do.”
Joseph Mortenson’s siblings were the following: Anna Boletta
Mortenson, 1868-1942, married George Calvin Williams, then Peter A. Dillman;
Margaret Amelia Mortenson, 1870-1948, married Melvin Swapp; Sarah Etta
Mortenson, 1873-1957, married James Thompson (brother to my husband’s
grandfather, Peter Elmer Thompson); James Martin Mortenson 1875-1967, married
Emily Davis Hawkins; Edmond Grevelious Mortenson, April 8, 1878 – June 15,
1878; Charles Elmer Mortenson, July 31, 1879 – September 26, 1880; John Wilford
Mortenson, 1881-1959, married Adelia Ada Johnson; George Franklin Mortenson,
1884-1965, married Edith Western, then Lula Ethel Smith; Mary Amanda Mortenson,
1886-1982, married Broughton Lunt; Andrew Mortenson, 1889-1984, married Nellie
Alice Kerby and Josephine Mortenson, 1892-1980, married Thomas Washington Kerby.
When Joseph and his twin sister, Josephine were about nine
months old, their parents and some of their other children, left Arizona for
Old Mexico in February of 1893. From a
history that daughter Margaret Amelia wrote about their journey to Mexico we
read the following: “We had a good wagon
and a large buggy so mother rode in the buggy. These were pulled with some very good horses. We first moved to Oaxaca, Sonora where my
oldest sister, Lettie lived. As I
remember, we lived in a tent close by our sister, however, father soon built a
three-room house down by the river – several miles from town. This house was built with forked posts at the
corners, sun-dried adobes laid up for the walls with a brush and dirt roof. For doors mother hung quilts and at the
windows, where usually there was glass, were unbleached muslin and there were
dirt floors. But the room father and
mother and us girls slept in, mother put down home-made carpets she had woven
and brought with her. We next moved up
by Brother and Sister Peter Dillman. Here,
father built one room by setting four forked posts in the ground with a brush
and dirt roof. The walls were wagon
covers with mother’s carpet on the inside and for the door the table was turned
at night. Once while father was over to
Dublan to get a few groceries, we were awakened in the night by a scratching
noise on the canvas. The next morning
when Brother Dillman came over he looked at the tracks. After tracking it into the woods nearby he
told mother, “A lion has been here to visit you.””
The following picture is a family group of
Joseph with his parents and some siblings, it was taken in about 1896 in Old
Mexico. The boys in the back from left
to right are: John Wilford, James Martin & George Franklin; next row, Dad
(James), Mary Amanda, Mom (Anna) & Andrew in the front are the twins, Joseph
& Josephine.
Joseph had an interesting life growing up in Old Mexico,
again from his sister Margaret Amelia’s story we read: “Dad had gone to Juarez
to get groceries from Brother Eyring, when we were all awakened in the night by
hoof beats of a horse. We were always on
the lookout for Indians as they were still killing and stealing. We were terrified! We had two very fine dogs who seldom ever let
anyone strange come near and so, of course, they let us know someone was
coming. When a voice called out, my
brother-in-law recognized it immediately as “Negro Bob” from Bearsfords’s
ranch. He wished to stay until morning
and were we thankful to have him. The
flood came on November 28, 1905 – our place in Oaxaca was on high land, but my
sister Lettie’s home was nearer the river and her roof began level with our
foundation, but it was five foot deep in our front room. My father worked getting all the lower people
out and their belongings. When mother
saw it was still rising she, Joseph and Josephine began hauling food out
in a new express wagon, taking things to the foot of the hills a few blocks
away. All our nice furniture was in the
house, the beds floated so that all that got wet was what hung down. The dining table also floated with father’s
Bible and other church books on top, but they did not get wet. Mother had several sacks of flour and several
sacks of dried peaches in the loft undamaged.
We had two Chester White pigs that were fat and ready to kill that the
water ran over their pens, but in the morning they lay as contented as pigs can
be. They divided our food as many had
none. The flood had washed the field of
my father’s away and the canal, and so he sold our house and lot which
contained a lovely orchard to Brother Haymore for two horses and
harnesses. With the money my grandfather
had sent mother, they bought a new wagon and went on flat cars to Magdalena,
Mexico to do freighting. “
Joseph’s parents, James and Anna came to Cochise County,
Arizona from Old Mexico where they had been living in the Mormon Colonies down
there, in 1909, and lived there on the east side of Mormon Road between Gleason
Road and the school road, in the town of Elfrida. Both are buried at the Whitewater Cemetery,
which is also on Mormon Road, but on the west side. The following are pictures of James and Anna
when they were older and living in Elfrida.
We now begin Joseph’s time in the Sulpher Springs Valley of
Cochise County, Arizona. Again from Margaret
Amelia’s story we read: “In February 1909 my father sold out to Dave Black and
moved to Whitewater. This is in the
eastern part of the Sulphur Springs Valley. His place was across from E. M. Baldridge, the
Baldridge place was first owned by my brother John. Here, father and Joe broke 25 acres of
land after digging the brush with pick and shovel. They broke this land with a walking plough and
horse, dug a well with a shovel and bucket, fenced the land, made adobes by
hand and put up two rooms, later adding another. During this time, Joe cut wood and
sold it in Douglas for $3.00 a double bed wagon load. Father and mother had a nice little
garden. Father and Joe would draw
water out of a well with a bucket and fill barrels of water and mother and
Josie would do the irrigating during the day, Father was past sixty years old
and starting a new home. George and
Andrew homesteaded north of the Baldridge farm.
About this time all of father’s horses died from eating mesquite beans
but one, nine good horses. After this Joe
went over to the Safford Valley to work for Hawk and Anderson in the summer
time from 1909 to 1912. It was during
this time he met Mary Myrtle Kerby.”
I believe the following picture was taken around
1910 or so, of Joseph, with his parents and all of his living siblings. The top row from left to right is: James
Martin, Joseph (my husband’s grandpa), John Wilford, Andrew & George
Franklin, then their mom (Anna) & Dad (James). Front row from left to right is: Josephine
(twin to Joseph), Mary Amanda, Margaret Amelia, Anna Boletta and Sarah Etta.
Again, from Joseph’s life story we read: “We were married by
Bishop, Philemon C. Merrill in the Kerby’s beautiful yard under the lovely
shade trees. We were honored with a big
wedding dinner that night.” On June 12,
1912 in Pima, Graham County, Arizona Joseph and Myrtle said, ‘I Do’ and thus
begin their lives for the next 57 years, before death took Myrtle, who suffered
from diabetes and who died on August 13, 1969 at the hospital in Aqua Prieta,
Sonora, Mexico. They became the parents
of nine children: Anna Isabel Mortenson, 1913-1987, married Alva Rich Porter;
Joseph Owen Mortenson, 1916-1984, married Rosealee Lois Dees; Arthur F
Mortenson, 1918-1930, they say he was what was called a blue baby and his heart
was never strong; Elnora Mortenson, 1922-2007, married Floyd L Thompson (my
in-laws); Roy Edmund Mortenson, 1926-1996, married Myrtle Lovelle Long; James
Don Mortenson, 1929-2007, married Esther May McGinty and Walter Lee Mortenson,
1933-1984, married Glenna Marie Knotts.
I never met Arthur of course since he died young, nor did I ever meet
Walter, but I did meet all of my mother-in-laws other siblings.
Joe and Myrtle built their new home on Mormon
Road in 1921, from Joe’s life story he says the following about his and his
father’s homes. “At the writing of this
account, June 7, 1973 I am still living in Elfrida in the same house, near four
of my children, Anna, Owen, Elnora and Don. Before this house was my home it was used as
a store, post office, school, dance hall and a church. It is now over 50 years old. I helped dad make his last brick home and it
is now owned by Harold and Jennie Gardner. It is about one fourth mile south of my home
and the land has a common boundary.” The
following is a picture of Joe’s home and of his father James’ home as well.
The following picture is of Joe and Myrtle in 1925 with their
first four children, from left to right: Anna, Elnora (my mother-in-law), Owen,
Myrtle, Joe and Arthur.
This next picture was taken in 1947, with all of their
living children, from left to right standing: Walter, Roy, Owen & Don, the
setting from left to right: Anna, Joe, Myrtle & Elnora (my mother-in-law).
Joe
was a fantastic farmer, from all of the stories that have been told, his corn
was taller than most and his fields were always fertile. J I love
these pictures of Grandpa Joe with his corn and with his milk cow. Then the one here of Grandpa Joe and Grandma
Myrtle, and you can see how very high the corn could get.
Joe and Myrtle never went too far from home. Living on a farm is not conducive to
traveling, since you need to be there pretty much most of the time, for
watering, weeding, etc. The following
picture says it was Easter 1950, at the Coolidge Dam, apparently Joe and
Myrtle, did leave Elfrida at least once.
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This is a picture of my husband Roy in 1955, when he was a
baby with his grandma Myrtle.
Joe & Myrtle at their 50th wedding
anniversary party in 1962, at the Elfrida LDS Church building, with some of
their children, from left to right: Anna, Roy, Joe, Owen, Myrtle, Don &
Elnora.
This is my husband,
Roy, standing beside his Grandpa Joe in front of his grandparents’ home.
Joe & Myrtle at the time of their 55th wedding
anniversary in 1967, in their home there on Mormon Road in Elfrida, Arizona.
Joe & Myrtle in
1969, not long before she passed away.
Grandpa Joe, had a stroke a few months before he passed away
and never fully recovered from it, he passed away on February 18, 1979 at the Cochise
County Hospital in Douglas, Arizona. On
the 21st he was buried by his wife and son Arthur in the Whitewater
Cemetery.
There is so much more that could be written about this man
and his family. He was a wonderful
husband, father and grandfather and was loved by all who knew him. He loved his church and his country too. He was a tireless worker who did not know the
meaning of the word relax and neither did any of his children, especially my
mother-in-law, Elnora. He was a man that
is still missed to this day. I wish I
could have gotten to know him.
Thank you for this wonderful information. Joseph is my Great Grandfather on my father's side. It is such a small world, my whole family has relocated over the years from the West out to Kentucky. If you live in KY or ever come to visit we should get together.
ReplyDeleteMatt Mortenson
Hi Matt,
DeleteI'm hoping that you can help me. I found out a few years ago that I am a Mortenson too. Yes, I had my DNA tested through Ancestry. I've always had a passion for family history. A passion that became stronger upon joining the church with my family in May of 2014, several years before the DNA test. I don't doubt for a second that it was our relatives beyond the Vail that lead me to the restored gospel. I have a deep respect for the families pioneer history and would love to learn more. If you see this message,please email me nancyldeleonardo@gmail.com.
I hope to hear from you,
Nancy
Hi Matt, Thanks and it is nice to meet you. I knew your grandparents Owen and Rosealee and I am assuming that you are the son of Wayne. I don't get to Kentucky as often as I would like. I was born and raised there and was home last year, so I don't know when I will be there next, but if I am ever in Louisville I will be sure and let you know.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading this, I know you posted it a long time ago. John Wilford Mortenson was my great grandfather. It is fun to learn a little more of his history. Shortly before John Wilford died in the late 1950’s, his son Wilford interviewed him and asked him a lot of questions about his life story. It was recorded on a reel to reel tape recorder and I was able to locate that tape just today. I have taken the tape in to have it digitized, so hopefully soon we will be able to listen to it.
ReplyDeleteThanks again,
Paul Jones
pljdds@gmail.com
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