Monday, March 14, 2011

Spiritual Experiences had with Charles R. and Agnes Woodbury

Dear friends and family: Good morning! Here are a number of experiences which were related to our mother, Jennie May Woodbury Lee, and her sister, Aunt Zola Bunker, which were had by their father and mother, relating to being blessed by Grandpa Woodbury through the Holy Patriarchal Priesthood which he held, which I found on a CD which was entered by my sister, Jennie May Lee Adam, as recorded on my mother's tape recorder in 1963. This is long, but well worth taking the time to read. They are faith promoting experiences which will bless your life. After reading these wonderful experiences, I wanted to share them with you today. May they bless your lives as they have blessed mine as I read them, and may God bless each of us to live lives worthy of emulation, even as Grandpa Woodbury did throughout his life here on earth, I humbly pray in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen. Your friend and brother. Jim

Spiritual Experiences had with Brother and Sister Woodbury as recorded on tape in 1963



C O N T E N T S OF SECTION 3 RECOLLECTIONS


By Heber and Vera Bishop 1

By Evelyn Morris 4

By Ravoe Craft 5

By Lillian Taylor 6

By Archie F. Barben family 8

By Clara Stewart 10

By Gertha Bishop 11

By Alma Western 12

Sample of Letter of Tribute 13

Luana Anderson 14




BY HEBER AND VERA BISHOP


The very first memories of Brother and Sister Woodbury 43 years ago are very dear to me. Long before Brother Woodbury was made Patriarch, we told him we thought he would be made our next Patriarch. He was such a wonderful man, so full of faith and lived so close to the Lord.

When Heber was shot in the hills, and lay up in the hospital for one week, we decided to take him to the Veterans Hospital. We wanted him to administer to him, so we took him and Brother Pratt up to the hospital to administer to Heber. Brother Pratt anointed him and Brother Woodbury sealed the anointing, and in the prayer he said, "Heber will return to your home and help raise your family and fulfill a mission you little dream of." We had ten children and practically no money. When he was in the hospital and they decided to amputate his leg, he turned to me and said, "I hate to leave you with a large family and no means to provide for them." I turned to him and said, "Heber, if that happens we will manage fine, but you are not going to die." He said, "You know what the Doctor said." I said, "Yes, and I also know what Brother Woodbury said in the hospital. He said you would recover and return home and help me raise your family and fulfill a mission you little dream of." He looked at me and said, "If Brother Woodbury said that, I will go home."

Heber was not expected to live, but he did, although his legs hurt him badly to this day.


Heber: A large crowd met us at the station. I was pretty weak and had to go back for my leg, but I had enough faith in what Brother Woodbury had told me that I knew I would be all right. We went to the temple later and prayed together for guidance. As I said Amen, the Lord took complete control of my mind and like a pounding in my head, I kept thinking, "You are to send your children on missions." I asked Vera what she was thinking of and she said, "You are to take your pension and send your children on missions." And I said, "Yes." As I said yes, we knew that that was what we were supposed to do.

Means came to us to send five out of ten children on missions. I got a job right away and we had means to support every one of them.

We found out in the Manti Temple that the mission Brother Woodbury was talking about was to send our children into the world to preach the Gospel and we do know that the Lord does speak through his prophets. He told me the money would come so that we could send our children on missions and we sent one right after another. Another thing, before Jay went on his mission, he had Brother Woodbury give him a health blessing. He told him he would speak to thousands, which was very unusual, as missionaries usually speak to small groups. Jay's mission was nearly completed and he wondered when the promise was going to be fulfilled. When he was down in Cottonwood, Arizona, the radio people asked them to take charge of the radio station and gave them 1/2 hour each noon to preach the Gospel. that was the only station there and people had to listen or turn it off, so in a way, the promise that had been made to him was fulfilled.


Vera: I would like to tell a little about the talks I've had with Brother Woodbury about his family. He loved his family very much, and he does have a wonderful family. He appreciated all the things they did for him. Each and every one of them in their own way. He didn't have any of his children on missions and he has talked to us so many times about our missionaries, always interested in them and in what they were doing, and he was very happy when Zola left for her mission and his grandsons also went on their missions, and those that were in the service doing a job or in school.

When Dean went to college in St. George, he was telling us about the things that happened to him. Each time that he made a success of something, he would come and tell us about it. We went to the Missionary Farewell testimonial for Dean and after the testimonial, the next day when we were talking about that meeting, we had so many people tell us that the things they said about Dean were true, and he had been a wonderful boy, and lived a wonderful life. Brother Woodbury said that he would do just as good a job in the mission field as he had done in his schoolwork.

Each and every one of the children has excelled in every little thing, he was so proud. When he went to visit Jennie and her family for three weeks, he came home and told us about them and what a wonderful family life they had, and how religious they all were and how they participated in the family night (I think they had family night while he was up there). He mentioned how Jennie took him around to all these places and he got to see relatives he hadn't seen for years. His brother Frank was in the hospital and she took him to see Frank about every day and Brother Woodbury appreciated it so much. He was always telling about the things Zola and her family did for him and he was so happy when Don and Mary and Vilda and Sherm went through the temple and became active in the church. He was so very happy. And then when Erma became active in the church, working in the Relief Society -- no one will ever know how these things made him so happy. He was thrilled with each little thing that they did that was working toward the work the Lord was involved in.

I have a letter here that I received yesterday from Mrs. Bert Adair. She was a very good friend of Brother Woodbury and she said in the letter "Brother Woodbury was such a wonderful man. It's sad he had to leave us. But it will bring so much happiness for him, we will never forget him."

Our girl in California married a Catholic and when we learned of it it took everything out of my life. It seemed the end of the world had come. I was ordered to Salt Lake for a goiter operation, and I was so ill I wanted to die. Finally Brother Woodbury gave me a blessing on fast day. I only told him about my goiter but when he gave me the blessing, he promised me that my goiter would disappear, but the rest of the time in my blessing he asked the Lord to bless me that all these things might leave me and I would have peace of mind and be able to do my work and carry on. Within a week my goiter was gone and from that day forward the terrible feeling I had, left me and I haven't had it any more.

When I was ordered to Salt Lake for a major operation, the doctor told me I had sugar really bad. Brother Woodbury administered to me and promised me that I would return to my home and the sugar would leave my body and right while they had their hands on my head, I felt the sugar leave my body as though a yoke had been lifted off my shoulders. I had a test again and there wasn't any sugar. They didn't give me one chance in 1000 because they had to do so much cutting, but Heber said he knew I would live because Brother Woodbury had promised me that I would come home and raise my family and I did.

My daughter, Dorthella, fell from her bicycle and hurt her leg. The water had gone out of her leg and the doctor said she would have to stay off of it or it would be stiff, and she would have to stay out of school. She said, "I cannot miss school. If you'll just have Brother Woodbury administer to me, I know my leg will get well." Brother Woodbury administered to her and the next morning her leg was healed and she returned to school. Another time she had a high fever with a disease the boys had brought back from the war. The doctor didn't come and she asked us again to call Brother Woodbury. He came and administered to her, and it wasn't any time at all till she was well again.

Clair had boils on his legs. The doctor wasn't able to help him. he was so nervous and he made a special trip down to be administered to by Brother Woodbury. Within a week they had all dried up and he has never had a boil since.

The morning of the accident, Brother Woodbury came to visit us as he did three or four times a week, and we did have a nice visit for about an hour and a half. When he got ready to go, he said, "I think I'll go over to Ted's and see if he will take me out to Sutherland to deliver a policy." I insisted that we would take him out and he said, "Oh, Heber never lets me put any gas in the car or anything and won't let me give him any money. He's gone so many times and done so much for me." I told him that as long as we had a car, I couldn't think of a better mission it could go on than to take him places he needed to go, and he was to go home and have his dinner and rest a while until we were ready to go. I had to go Relief Society teaching, so couldn't go and I was sorry, as we loved to take Brother Woodbury. He was always so appreciative of everything we did for him. He was one of the kindest men, and the most loving I have ever had the pleasure to meet.


Heber: When I went to get Brother Woodbury, he was asleep in his car. I just gave a little honk and he came and got in my car and when I told him Vera couldn't come, he was so sorry. We went up the street and when I came to the intersection, I stopped, then when I went to go I hit another car. The fellow I ran into told the Sheriff that I stopped. It didn't seem that we hit very hard--we backed up about six feet and then stopped. I asked Brother Woodbury if he was hurt, and he said, "I don't think so, but what about you?

I told him I was not hurt and felt fine, and that if he was hurt one bit, I would take him to the hospital. He insisted he wasn't hurt, but said, "Look at your new car, bent up like that." Paul Virgin took Brother Woodbury home so he could rest and shortly after Dr. Lyman checked him, looked at his leg, and told him he was all right.

Brother Woodbury called Vilda the next morning and said he had slept well, but when Vera heard about the situation, she went and got him, took him to the hospital, where Dr.Bird examined him and thought he ought to stay in the hospital for observation.

I'm thankful, though it does hurt me a lot, that he happened to be with us, that he was in the hospital where he had good care, and that later when he passed away, it was peacefully and quietly. I am thankful that I had Brother Woodbury with me. I got up and bore my testimony in Sacrament Meeting and said, "I am proud to think that I'm sitting by one of our patriarchs. We were protected, I know the Lord does watch over his servants and protect them. I know that he is rejoicing with his wife in the Spirit World.


Vera: When Brother Woodbury was ill and taken to the Fillmore Hospital the last time, he was bedfast and couldn't leave the room. A man by the name of Davis passed his door several times a day, and he found out that Brother Woodbury was a patriarch and what a wonderful man he was, and what a wonderful life he had lived. One day he went in and asked him to pray for him, and find out what was bothering him. He was able to be up and around, but something was heavy on his mind and was depressing him.

Brother Woodbury said he would be happy to pray for him, so he did for several nights, and finally when the man came in to talk to him, he told him that he had two sons that were dead, and they were waiting for their temple work to be done so they could go forward and do their work that they wanted to do for their family, and they wanted the Melchizedek Priesthood bestowed on them so they could accomplish the things they were supposed to do. This man was a complete stranger to Brother Woodbury, and he told him that he did have two sons that were dead and that as soon as he was able to leave the hospital, he would go to the Manti Temple and do the work for these boys that were dead.

Brother Woodbury bore his testimony to us that he really thought that the reason he had been taken to the Fillmore hospital was to be able to tell this man the things that were troubling his mind.


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BY EVELYN MORRIS


Charles had such a great love for humanity, never distrusting anyone but looking for the good qualities in everyone he met. He helped so many people. There, for instance, was Mrs. Miller. Before Mr. Miller died, he was sick a long time and Brother

Woodbury went down and helped them so much. He laid pipe to the corral, so she could water the stock more easily; he fed the rabbits, hauled coal and so many things. When Mr. Miller died, he continued to help her as long as she was here. When she moved to Florida, he tried to sell her house and furniture, going down often to check as no one lived in the house, and he worried about it.

Mrs. Miller sold me a bedroom set. I paid her $50.00 down and was supposed to pay her the rest in payments. One day a man came to my house and wanted to take the bedroom set away as he said she had mortgaged it along with the rest of her furniture. Brother Woodbury finally paid off the mortgage without an agreement with Mrs. Miller, but she did pay him back. The Church had $400.00 in interest in her house and it was not insured. Brother Woodbury went to them and asked them to insure it, to protect their interest. The Church refused, so Brother Woodbury insured it so she would be protected.

When we moved back to Hinckley, we moved into this place, which was a barracks. The winter of 1948 was bitter cold with lots of snow. We had no water and an outdoor toilet. We were out of coal and could not buy any without an advance order. Mr. Tanner had just delivered coal to Brother Woodbury. I went over to ask Mr. Tanner if he could sell me some coal. He said, "No, he could not." Brother Woodbury asked me if we were out of coal and when he found that we were, he ordered 8 tons delivered to our place, and since we could not pay for it, he paid and it took us about six months to repay him.

Brother Woodbury was always so kind and thoughtful to us and to everyone else who would let him be. He did so many nice things for us. He made a step, he fixed the light outside, so I could just turn it on. I doubt there is hardly a woman in town he hasn't fixed things for; he was always helping the widows and those in need.

Our family never fixed anything. we had a front step that was about to fall down. He said, "Is that step loose again?" And went home and got his hammer and fixed it, even though his breathing was real bad.

Every kid in town asked him to fix their bikes, trikes, and wagons, and he kept a supply of wheels and other parts and was ever willing and ready to help a kid. All the kids loved him and asked him to fix their things. When Eddie had his tonsils out, his ears hurt him when he swallowed. Finally, he said, "Mama, have Brother Woodbury come over and administer to me and I'll be all right. Brother Woodbury came and Eddie got relief and still remembers it and talks about it. We will miss Brother Woodbury very much.


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BY RAVOE CRAFT:


When we first moved to Hinckley about 19 years ago, Brother Woodbury made little sleds and little carts with wheels on and brought them to every one of my little boys. It was almost Christmas time.

When we first moved here, I wasn't very well. I had such a pain in my side. I went to Dr. Bird, and he told me he thought I had appendicitis. Then the pain moved over into my back and it hurt me so bad, I couldn't even stoop over. One morning, I thought, I can't stand it any longer. It was about 8 o'clock. So I thought, I'll go down and have Brother Woodbury give me a health blessing. I was in so much pain I could hardly walk down here. He gave me the most wonderful blessing I ever had in my life. He resealed every blessing I had ever had before. He repeated two or three sentences in the blessings I had received, before. I couldn't understand how he'd know that I'd had other blessings. I think he was really inspired in everything he said or did.

I think I was instantly healed for when I walked home I didn't have any pain any place and to this day my back hasn't hurt me at all.

My little grandson was down to our place. He needed to have his tonsils out and the Doctor thought he was getting a heart condition from his tonsils. So I brought him down to Brother Woodbury and he gave him a wonderful blessing and he prayed that the doctors would know the right things to do and he was healed, too. He had his tonsils out and the operation was a success.

When Edsel and Nola left their baby with me, he was about 2 years old. He got a bottle of household ammonia, I guess he thought it was a bottle of pop or something, and he took a swallow of it. I did what it said on the bottle then picked him up in my arms and brought him down to Brother Woodbury. He gave him a blessing and then took him to Dr. Bird and he was healed.

So many times Brother Woodbury would put the dams in so we could irrigate. A lot of times we wouldn't have been able to irrigate if he hadn't put the dams in so the water would come down to us. It just seems like he was a father to everybody.

Then every time he'd go to the post office, he'd always shake hands and always had such a cheery word for everybody even when he didn't feel good. I really don't believe we could have lived here if it hadn't been for Brother Woodbury. He's been so wonderful to us. Sometimes he'd come down to our place, and sit and visit, and I don't know who we could miss more than Brother Woodbury. It just seems like he's always there to do whatever needed to be done. We were happy to be able to help him a little by burning the weeds and helping clean up his place. So I hope we've helped him a little bit, too. Seems like wherever you go he's always got such a good word for everybody.

Whenever he's talked in Sunday School or meeting or given the prayer he'd give the most wonderful prayer.

One time his ward teaching companion couldn't go and Sister Woodbury came down with him and she told little stories and sang songs and Oh, I don't know when I've ever enjoyed anybody so much in my life as I did your father and mother.

Your mother and I were Relief Society partners for two years and she never would hand in a report unless it was 100%. If they weren't home, she and Brother Woodbury would go back until they found them home.

I know I was instantly healed when Brother Woodbury gave me that health blessing. I just stopped aching just that quick. I had gone to Dr. Bird and he gave me some kind of vitamin tablets and oh, they just made me so sick I could hardly breathe. I just know that I was healed instantly.

It seemed like your father was blessed with the gift of healing. But I can't understand how he'd even know that I had other blessings unless he was inspired by the Lord. And he mentioned two or three things that were in other blessings that others had given me.

He was always so thoughtful of everybody. If anybody new moved in, he'd always go and visit them right away and see how they were and if they needed anything. I know we've surely enjoyed him in our home. I've really enjoyed going Relief Society teaching with your mother. It just seems like she was blessed with a knowledge of the gospel and she always gave such a wonderful lesson.

Well, I guess they'll be happy. I guess that's about the only way they could be together.


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BY LILLIAN TAYLOR:


When Ralph was 8 years old, he and some others were having a snowball fight. Rose Knight ran a cream testing station in town near where they were playing. Two of the boys ran into the cream station, where a glass of sulfuric acid was sitting on the counter. Thinking it was water, one of them picked it up and as the other boys opened the door, he threw part of it at Ralph, missing him as they shut the door. The next time they opened the door, they threw the rest of it at Ralph hitting him in the left eye.

He came home screaming and we took him in the house and put some olive oil in his eye, and rushed him in to the doctor and by the time we got there it was as white as a poached egg. We took him to the doctor and he treated him and sent him home and he lay in shock for a couple of days. Then Doctor Bird told us if we could just keep him coming and not let his good eye sympathize with his bad eye, we could save his good eye but his one eye was gone.

We had him home for a couple of days and his good eye swelled up and began to get red and the lid swelled up and the side of his face turned red. Doctor Bird came down and said the good eye was sympathizing with the bad one. And he said, "You are going to have a blind boy. We can't do anything to help him, but if you want to get some tannic acid and put hot packs on it, OK, but he is going to be blind."

Grandmother Taylor came in and said, "If you don't mind I would like to go down and get Brother Woodbury to come and administer to him". So she did and he came right up. We all knelt around his bed and they administered to him. His father anointed him and Brother Woodbury sealed the anointing and gave him a blessing. He told him his sight would be restored and that he wouldn't be blind and the next morning all the swelling and darkness around his eye was gone.

When Doctor Bird came down, he said it was nothing short of a miracle, because his eye was gone or almost gone. We know that it was just through Brother Woodbury's faith that that boy has got his eyesight today. His vision is better than 100% and he has no eye trouble at all.

Our family and Grandmother and Grandfather Taylor have had so many healings. There is no doubt in my mind but that did more to strengthen my testimony than anything in the world. When Maude McDonald, my sister, was in the LDS Hospital, for an operation, I was in there with her. Your father was in there at the same time. We went in to see him and he looked more dead than alive. Then afterwards he was telling us that when they pushed him out in the hall figuring that he wasn't going to live, that he was going to die, he said that he visited the other side and told us he had seen Sadie Slaughter and her husband and Jim Blake and his wife and he named over several other people that he visited with. They told him his work wasn't finished and they weren't ready for him. Then he came back and he said the nurse came down the hall and he said, "I told her, 'You had just as well move me back in that room as I'm not going to die now. My work isn't finished here, yet'" He got better and came home and that was when his wife 's health failed. And he said, "I know that that was my mission; that my work wasn't completed--I was to come home and take care of my wife. And now that she's gone." he told us, "I'm just waiting. I feel that my mission is completed."

There was one lady that lived down at the trailer court, who wasn't even a member of the Church. She had such terrific headaches and oh, she had such a terrible time. She was afraid she had cancer. I got her to come down here one day, she didn't want to, but I talked to Brother Woodbury and he said to bring her down. He talked to her before and gave her a blessing. And she told him that she didn't belong to the Church, but those terrific headaches she had, she was afraid it was a cancer.

So he administered to her and when he took his hands off her head, it just felt like something pulled right out of her head, with his hands, she told us afterwards. I saw her up at Springville a couple of years ago and she said, "You know, I've never had a headache since. I've been converted to the Church and my son and daughter belong to the Church and we're just hoping and praying that my husband will soon be converted and become active in it." She wanted to know how he was and just couldn't praise him enough. She said she's been wanting to get down to see him, but it just seemed like she never could.

At the same time Ralph was so sick I had rheumatism and I was down for quite a while. I finally got up and around and I had mastoids. Money was just hard to get and mastoid operations cost three or four hundred dollars. That was a lot of money in those days. The Doctor said, "I'm afraid I've got to send you back and have an operation for mastoids on your ear." Brother Woodbury came up and administered to me and during the night the ear broke and instead of draining from the bottom, it drained from the top. The doctor said that never happened once in a thousand times. But it did, it broke and I had to lay with my head down so it could drain, but I didn't have to have a mastoid operation.

Oh, we just had so many of them in our home, like that. When Ralph was little he had measles and then got pneumonia, and we didn't think we were even going to pull him through. Your Dad came up and administered to him and he got better. He sure was a sick little guy, too. I'll tell you he's sure a wonderful fellow.

I just marveled at how happy he was, in spite of all his trouble, and his sickness and everything. I've never heard him complain. In all the time I've known him and I've known him ever since I was a child, I have never heard him complain in his life of anything.

Regardless and no matter what happened, I don't think he's ever complained. And I don't think there's a person that's been in as many homes. If ever there was a widow that needed a bridge fixed, or a step made or a gate hung or anything like that, he was the one that was down there doing it.

He was so good to Grandma Taylor. All the time that he took your mother to Relief Society, he'd always stop and pick up others along with her. He was so wonderful to her and grandpa. He's been in our home so many times to administer to members of our family. I just don't know what everybody's going to do without him. Just seemed like when anybody got sick, they just ran to brother Woodbury. There wasn't anybody else, no matter how many elders there were, it was always Brother Woodbury that they wanted and the life that he lived. I said there's two people that lived as nearly perfect a life as possible to live here--Charles Woodbury and Grandmother Taylor.


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BY ARCHIE F. BARBEN FAMILY


When our little daughter, Linda Kay Barben, was nearly three years of age (March 1943) she was playing with the other children one day, and they were romping around on the floor and Linda jumped from the davenport onto the floor where the others were. She gave a scream and started to cry. She said she had hurt her eye. She had a tiny pair of pointed scissors in her hand, she said the scissors had hurt her. The scissors were not mine and I have never seen them before in my life; we had no idea where they had come from.

I looked into her eye, but could not see any harm that had come to her. Just then Brother and Sister Woodbury came and knocked at the door. We let them in and were visiting with them, and Sister Woodbury looked at Linda and asked why the pretty little girl had been crying. I told her what had happened, and she took Linda on her lap and was loving her, and looked into her eye. She said, "Eddy, this child really has hurt her eye. She has stuck the point of the scissors into it." We all looked at the eye then and could see a tiny puncture in the cornea of the eye.

I left them here visiting and immediately took the child down to Dr. Bird. He looked at it and said we would have to rush her into Salt Lake City immediately, because she needed help very soon. He said, "If the fluid leaks out of the eye, she will become blind in both eyes." She needed an operation immediately. It was then about 3:30 P.M., and my husband Archie was home on crutches with a broken foot. But Dr. Bird made a telephone call to Dr. McHugh, an eye specialist in Salt Lake and told him what had happened and to stay open and wait for us. We would get there as soon as possible.

I came home and told Archie, we were terribly upset, but very grateful to Sister Woodbury for noticing the injury. I ran over and got our neighbor and his son to come and administer to Linda, as Brother and Sister Woodbury had gone home.

They gave her a blessing and anointed her, and we left for Salt Lake. The doctor was waiting for us when we arrived and gave Linda a shot of penicillin. He examined her good and decided to operate the next morning. We had to stay in Salt Lake a week and Linda had to have a shot of penicillin every two hours for the entire week. When Saturday came, the doctor told us we could take her home over Sunday, but to be back there Monday morning. He probably would have to remove her eye, and for us to be prepared for another operation. We were heartsick and very upset all the way home. But on the way home, we decided to take her over to Brother Woodbury for a blessing on Sunday.

We did this and he gave her a wonderful blessing and promised her that her eye would be fine, and she would see out of it again -- that the doctor in Salt Lake would see that a miracle had happened to her eye and he could not understand what had happened to it. He told her that her mission here on this earth required the sight of both eyes and that she would be blessed with good sight to live a wonderful and normal life. We felt good and very encouraged, but still in the back of our minds was the prospect that Dr. McHugh was intending to remove her injured eye Monday morning.

Monday morning early we took her back to Salt Lake City for the operation. The doctor examined her eye, then examined it again. Finally he took two or three steps backward and looked at us and said, "I just can't believe what has happened to this child's eye. I won't need to operate; it is going to be all right. You can take her home now, but come in occasionally for a check-up". We were so happy and grateful, and we knew what had happened to her eye.

We asked him if he was an L.D.S. man, and he said, "No." So we told him what we had done and the blessing that had been given to Linda Kay. We asked him how much our bill was, because we figured it would be several hundred dollars. Other people we had talked to told us the operation would be very expensive; they had a similar experience and their bill was very high. Linda Kay had had to have ether and a special nurse; so were prepared for a huge bill. Then Dr. McHugh said, "Your bill will be $25.00." We nearly fell over, but the doctor continued, "I recognize the hand of a greater power than mine in this case."

He was very happy for her and us, too, and he felt that he should not be paid for something he did not do. We knew that the blessing Brother Woodbury had given her was answered by the Lord immediately and that her injured eye was healed at that time.

Linda sees out of her eye and is studying hard in her third year of college. (October 1963). Linda Kay and we, her parents, are truly thankful and grateful to Brother Woodbury as a humble and faithful servant of the Lord, and thank him with all our hearts for the blessings we have received at his hands.

Linda Kay had her Patriarchal Blessing from Brother Woodbury Sept. 6, 1961. She enjoys it very much and was very glad she was able to get it from him while he was still able and giving blessings. She truly loves him.


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BY CLARA STEWART


Brother Woodbury used to come to our home. When I was first married, I had a real sick spell I had TB. He and Sister Woodbury would come over there and sing to me. They'd sing the songs of Zion to me and Brother Woodbury would administer to me. Many times he told me that I was the first one he'd had any experience administering to here. My TB settled in the bone and I had 42 abscesses on my foot and leg and at one time they were considering cutting off my leg, because they thought the bones were destroyed. He said "Don't you ever let them cut your leg off. No matter what they want to do, don't let them do it. The Lord will bless you and you'll be healed. And he told me once in a blessing (They had told me I must not have any more children,) that I would have sons and daughters. So I knew that I had to have more children, and yet the doctors had said, "Don't have any more or it will mean your life". I had only two little girls then. After that we had four daughters and five sons, or 11 children altogether.

Brother Woodbury was just always there to bless me and help me out whenever I needed help. All through the years, whenever I got sick I would come right down to Brother Woodbury. I felt like he could bless me and I would be healed.

One time I woke with blood running in my mouth. I thought, oh this horrible TB has come back again. I was having hemorrhages of the lungs so badly and that was the way it started in the beginning and then it went down into my foot and leg. He said, "When the doctors examine you in Salt Lake, they will find out that all of this has disappeared in your lungs and they are all healed.

Three different times I had to come to Brother Woodbury with my lungs bleeding just terribly, and he would bless me and all the burning and hot pain would stop and I would go back home and I would get well. As I wrote in my diary I would say, "Once more I have been down to Brother Woodbury and he has healed me, through my faith." I had such great faith in him. I don't know what I'll do without him. But I know that he's gone to his rich reward.

Since George has gone, he hasn't come back so much. He used to come and cheer him up with his harmonica music. He's surely been a blessing in my life. And George would come down and get blessed by Brother Woodbury. I said sometimes maybe we should call in our teachers without bothering Brother Woodbury so much. But that's where we had such great faith. During this last operation that I had just recently when they removed my lung I asked the doctors "What had caused this through the years. Is it that first TB?" They said, "Have you ever had TB? If you have had it, it's been healed by a miracle, because there's no sign of it in your lungs." It had been just completely healed. They said that nobody had ever had TB and their lungs were like this. It had all cleared up without scar tissue, of which you have none. So it's been healed up by a miracle. So it was just through my faith and Brother Woodbury and his blessing to me through the power of the Priesthood. Then I drank olive oil, sometimes I would drink six bottles of oil when I would have that hemorrhaging. I used to use oil for everything. I'd give it to the children and rub them with it but now they tell us not to use oil so they have destroyed my faith in oil.

I remember another faith promoting incident when your brother Don was run over and it looked like his life was hanging in the balance, and they came running over there to get George to help administer to him. They administered to him and he promised him that he wouldn't have any injury as a result of the accident --that is, permanent injury. I thought that was a miracle, and he was perfectly healed again. He was promised that his leg would be straight and he would never be crippled as a result of the accident.


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BY GERTHA BISHOP


With the passing of Patriarch Charles R. Woodbury, I feel I have lost a true devoted friend, as well as a spiritual guide and advisor. Although carrying the weight of many years and much illness, he was never too weary or too busy to stop to cheer, comfort, or aid in any way he could, those who needed him.

I never knew a man of more faith, stronger convictions or closer contact with the Lord and Savior. He often told me he had told the Lord how much this one or that one needed certain blessings and help, and that he knew the Lord would grant them, maybe not exactly as requested, but in a way best suited to that person's best good. Not only as applied to the immediate time, but also future benefits, & so many times in my own experience, this was true. Some things I thought were absolutely imperative at the time, and were not granted, as I asked, proved later to have been a great blessing in the light of later events.

He often made this statement. "Ask the Lord's help with your problems and worries, being sure you are as much in tune with the spirit of the Lord as you can be. Then don't worry anymore, just rest assured it will be taken care of in the Lord's due time. If you continue to worry and fret about them, you prove to the Lord you really do not trust and believe He will help you." What could be more true?

Many times he has told me of the miracles that have been performed in his home by the Lord through people of great faith coupled with his own, when he has administered to them. Surely, only a true servant of God could be an instrument in God's hands, to be able to help in such miracles, as the blind to see, the deaf to hear, the lame to walk, and the ill to be restored to health. Thus throughout his life, from early adulthood to his death, has he loved and served the Lord.

Within a year after we moved to Hinckley, I went to Brother Woodbury for a health blessing, and he not knowing I had been trained as a Swedish Masseur, said I had been given a mission in the Spirit World, where I would bring not only healing to the body, but comfort and strength to the mind and spirit. I would be entitled to inspiration and would receive the same, along with strength to perform the work required of me. I can truthfully say I have surely received help and inspiration as he promised. Who other than one in close accord with God could say these things, when at the time he said this I was really ill, and had been for many months before, at ever increasing intervals.

He was a great source of strength to me, with his wonderful faith and ever repeated prayers in my behalf. Only the evening before the auto accident prior to his death, he said, "Well, my good dear sweetheart is waiting for me, and I'm ready to go," as indeed he was. Would that we all could be as prepared to meet our maker and loved ones gone before as was our beloved friend, Brother Woodbury.

Now, I would like to tell an incident that Brother Woodbury repeated to me. He told me that he had had an experience the night before that he would never forget. He said it sounded as if there was something as large as a cat jumping off the table onto the floor and off the couch and he said the noise was terrific. Finally, after he had lain there until he couldn't stand it any more, he got up and took the flashlight and went all around the house to see if he could find a rat or a mouse making the noise. It sounded so loud. He said after he got up and looked around, it was gone and he didn't hear it anymore.

The next night it was repeated, only with more force, and it was really terrifying. When finally, the third night, it sounded as if the doors were closing and opening. He rebuked Satan and told him, "You've taken my wife from me so that I can't give blessings any more, and you've done everything you can to keep me from doing what I was sent here to do," and he said, "You can't do it. You leave me alone." Then he said everything quieted down. Then for about three or four nights there wasn't a thing. He didn't hear anything.

Then he awoke one night and he said, there was a crackling as if the whole building was being burned up. He had the flu at the time and was really weak, but he prayed that he would have strength to lift that ladder up to the south end of the house and climb up and put out the fire in the attic. He finally climbed up there and took his flashlight and looked around and there wasn't anything. He looked and flashed the light all around and there wasn't a spark or a thing.

This time he went back and really rebuked the evil spirits and told them to leave his home and never come back. To stay away from him and leave him alone, and let him perform the duties that the Lord had put him on the earth to do. He said he never heard another thing after that. He said he must have had the strength of half a dozen men to lift that ladder up there as soon as he did, as high as he did, when he was so ill. He couldn't have done it without the help of the Lord, but he just prayed that the Lord would help him and give him strength.


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BY ALMA WESTERN


This is Alma Western, a friend of Brother and Sister Woodbury's family. I've known them ever since they came to Hinckley. We've always been friends. I was their ward teacher for a long time, and connected with the family in different ways, going out with Brother Woodbury to administer to the sick and really enjoying his company, and always thought of him as a wonderful man. In the time when Brother Woodbury was in the hospital I was their ward teacher that year before and was able to be changed to another district. When Brother Woodbury came home from the hospital and they left me to take care of the family, bringing in the coal and doing their bidding, it was always a pleasure to be here helping the family and taking care of Brother and Sister Woodbury. I remember the time when Sister Woodbury became ill and received her stroke. She fell and cut her face quite badly. It was such faith in the family I got help and administered to her--sometimes as many as three times in one day. Such faith as two people had!

I've got a little paper that I'd like to read to the family giving the history of one or two things that I think is outstanding, and I begin with these words:


It is October 1963. To the children of Brother and Sister Woodbury, I am glad to be asked to take part in the services for Brother Woodbury. I received the best part in giving the closing prayer or dedication to the services. I am sorry the recorder failed for those words are lost, but there is still a lot that can be said. The life and memory of two people still lingers on, and the deeds of service and kindness shall live in the memories of those friends who knew them.

I know Brother Woodbury received inspiration from the Lord, which I can testify of. Let me mention one outstanding thing that happened when Robert Slaughter and wife lived in Hinckley. There came a couple seeking genealogy, and they were told about Brother Woodbury giving blessings, so they asked for a blessing, and in the course of their blessing they were told that there was a book with dust on its covers that would be handed to them.

The Slaughters & their friends went to Salt Lake to the archives without any luck and to the temple, to search for names. So on entering the temple, there was a session coming out and Brother and Sister Slaughter were introducing these friends to the people they knew, and one lady said, "What was the name again? and when she was told, she said, "I have a book at home with a lot of those names in it, and you can have it."

So when the book was delivered, this lady was wiping the dust from its cover. Now this is a testimony to me that can be told.

In my prayer I asked the Father in Heaven to let these services be a benediction to the life of Brother Woodbury.

Now, Children of Brother and Sister Woodbury, be true to the teachings of your parents. And I say these words with the respect we have for your father and mother, in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.


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The following is an example of the hundreds of letters received through the many years of service to his fellowmen:

June 21, 1962

My dear friend, Brother Woodbury,


Just a note to tell you I received your letter yesterday and it was so nice to hear from you. I know it was a special effort for you to write to us. Thank you. I have written many letters in my mind to you since we came from your home this last trip. Your great humility and power is a very wonderful thing in our lives. You have helped all of us so very much, and so many times. I have come to love and appreciate you more than words can express.

Yes, my mother is so much better, she alone could know it was heaven's blessings that made the doctor marvel when he checked her. He thought it remarkable that her eye tests were so good when two clots of blood were behind one that had hemorrhaged yet he said it was better than normal and she could see as well as the college students he tested. The swelling has gone down and she is so greatly blessed in so many ways as a result of that blessing you gave us about April 4, 1962. I have a 12 year old daughter that has been ill with earache and a virus infection for three months, but she received spiritual advancement and has grown in the knowledge of the Gospel daily. We would appreciate it so much if you would pray for her.

We are doing some genealogy and know that is also the work of the Lord. May you always be uplifted and given peace during the absence from dear Sister Woodbury. What a glorious reward and joy in living she must now experience. May this knowledge help to strengthen you, my dear beloved friend.

I will always cherish the wonderful visit we had with you in April, and always try to live worthy of your friendship and the many grand promises you have given my husband and me individually as well as my mother and other members of our family.


Lovingly and with sincere appreciation,

Lessa Robbins


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LUANA ANDERSON


Luana Anderson had been sick all her life, never able to go to Sunday School or Primary or day school. She was very nervous and had palsy. Her parents heard of a new specialist and came to me to see what I thought about taking her to him. I told them it would be a good thing. I told them faith and works go together. They asked if they could bring her down and have her administered to before going. I said, "Yes".

They brought her down at ten o'clock on the morning of December 10, 1947. Her father anointed her and she sat perfectly quiet. Other times she was shaking all the time. This time she never moved. I sealed the anointing and she still sat there, perfect, like a statue.

After we finished, her father thought she had died. We sat over on the couch. The little girl didn't say anything or move for five minutes or longer. Then she got down and went and sat on her mother's lap and never said anything, and they got up and went home. That night the father and mother returned and said, "We had to come back and tell you of our experience:

"I noticed when we got home, Luana didn't say very much. Looking at her, I thought she looked better. I asked her if she felt any better and she answered, 'Oh, yes! Heavenly Father came down and took me up to heaven. When we got there, two men came out of a building. He said, 'I'm your Heavenly Father. This is Jesus and this is Joseph Smith.' Heavenly Father introduced her as Luana. She said they talked for some time. Then they said, 'Live a good, clean life and you'll be a missionary all your life.' She said they were wearing white clothing and they had a light shine out from them, so bright it hurt her eyes. They were all quite large men, especially the Prophet Joseph Smith. She commented on how good looking the Prophet was. 'Jesus,' she said, 'talked with a dialect,' and it was hard for her to understand Him."

After talking with her for some time, they called Mary. She asked who Mary was. He said she was Jesus' mother. She described Mary as being a small woman. 'Mary', they said, 'this is Luana', Mary, with a group of angels, took Luana by the hand and showed her around. she saw a Temple, a beautiful building of gold. They then took her to a school that was yellow brick, as she described it. She saw one room with all girls in it and one with all boys. She went into a room with all girls in it. A young girl who had never married was teaching the class. A little girl was reading so fast, and well. As Luana stepped up, the little girl turned so quickly and said, 'Who are you?' I am Luana,' she replied. 'Who are you?' 'I am Joyce.' Joyce was the little girl who had died. Joyce was wearing a red and white skirt and a white blouse with long sleeves.

"As they went on, she came to her Grandmother Anderson and another lady, sewing for an angel, as she called it. Luana said they had a machine similar to an electric machine, but it didn't have to be guided. Grandma smiled and spoke to her. Someone that Grandma called 'Helen' was watering flowers there. Luana said, 'They are so much prettier there than here. They are all ruffled and doubled.' Heavenly Father showed her some daffodils he had raised Himself. No one was to touch them, but they could the others. She said she saw a lot of missionaries, soldiers, and every one was busy. She saw one boy angel in particular, but she didn't know who he was. She said while she was talking to Heavenly Father, Jesus and the Prophet, she saw some dark animal curled up asleep and she was frightened. They took her by the hand and said, 'Don't be frightened. We'll take care of you.'

"Luana said they left her and went into a building for a few minutes. While she was there, Satan came peeking around the corner and tried to get into her body and get her to go into the Temple, but she turned and pulled a face at him, she said. Then Heavenly Father came out of the building and Satan ran as fast as he could.

"The streets were all gold and the trees had gold and silver leaves on them. She saw a beautiful tree that had no leaves on it but was covered with pink flowers. She said after seeing all these things Mary came and took her by the hand and said, 'Come Luana, let us go,' and brought her back.

The next morning Luana asked her father what his father's mother looked like. He said, 'She's a short, heavy-set woman.' Luana asked, 'Did she have a pug nose?' He said, 'Yes'. She said, 'Well, I saw her, too."

"In talking with Brother Woodbury, he said he felt impressed during the administration to rebuke any power of Satan to enter her body. He said when he felt impressed to rebuke this power, it must have been when he was trying to get into her body. We all felt a rich outpouring of the spirit that day. We feel that this vision and testimony was given to us as a comfort and assurance that our Heavenly Father is with her."

Since this experience happened, this girl's spirit leaving her body and returning, she has been normal. She's been able to go to Sunday School, Primary, and day school and now she's in high school, and a wonderful girl since that experience.

Her parents wanted her to know about what I thought of it. I told them, "This is a day that girl will never forget. She knows that people live after they leave this earth because she saw her sister and both her grandmothers, and the Prophet Joseph smith and the Savior and Heavenly Father."

In talking to her recently, I asked if she remembered that day, and she said, "Yes, that's a day I will never forget as long as I live."

This testimony is given to show that people live on after they leave this earth. This was Luana Anderson from Sutherland.

Now, when I am typing this from the tape, I have just returned from Hinckley. Dad told me Luana was going to B.Y.U. to school and she sent a lovely sympathy card after Mother passed away on March 13, 1962.


Today is April 4, 1962. Signed by Jennie May Woodbury Lee.

This document entered into computer by the daughter of Jennie May Woodbury Lee and James Horald Lee---Jennie May Lee Adam May 3, 1994.

Genealogy experiences of Jennie May Woodbury Lee by James H. Lee Jr

Dear family: Here is a story of some of the things my mother, Jennie May Woodbury Lee shared with us, and I had the privilege of helping her. Have a great day. Jim

Jennie May Woodbury Lee Genealogy Experiences

related by James H. Lee Jr., Son

Date: Tuesday, May 18, 1999


Mom shared a number of different experiences with me about she and Dad doing research at different libraries. One such experience was when they were in California, and had gone into the library, looking for a particular ancestor's history or anything related to them. After spending the whole day searching through books and library shelves, they came up with nothing. Then the Librarian announced that the library was closing. As they put the books back on the shelves, they were coming out of one section, and there on a cart were several books. On top of the books there was one opened up, and Mom took a quick look at the large print at the heading, and right there was the name of the person they had both been looking for all day. She hurried and scanned through it, and sure enough, it was what they needed. They wrote down the name of the book, and the page number, and then left, as they were locking up the doors. They were so excited that they could hardly wait to get back the next day to write it all down. In those days they did not have copy machines. It had to all be written out by longhand, and that was very time consuming.

Another genealogy moment she related to me was when she went to visit Aunt Lida Prince who was a very dear friend, and a great help. Aunt Lida told her of an incident which happened to her some time before, when she went to visit her. She said that she was sitting at the kitchen table with her genealogy books out, and struggling with trying to find out who the parents of Keziah Keturah Van Benthuysen were, but had not found anything. She had worked on that line for months. As she sat there by herself, suddenly she heard a noise in her basement. It sounded like wooden shoes. Then clop clop clop up the basement stairs, and then the door opened into the kitchen, and out came two girls dressed in Dutch costumes, and wearing wooden shoes. They danced around the kitchen table which was in the center of the kitchen, and then stopped in front of Aunt Lida. One of the girls smiled at her and then Aunt Lida said, "I know who you are, You're Keziah Keturah Van Benthuysen." And the girl said "You're right. And I know who you are looking for. You are looking for my father and mother. You have been looking in the wrong places. Go to the library and take out this record, and you will find what you are looking for to link us all together."

Then they made one more loop around the table, smiled, and disappeared down the stairs the way they had come, and were gone. Though she went down the stairs looking for them they were gone. Aunt Lida went right to the library, and got out the record that she was told to get out, and sure enough, there was the information she had looked for so long. The mystery was solved.

Another experience Mom related to me was about a time when they lived in McGill, Nevada, and had come to Utah to visit some relatives. When they came into Salt Lake, mom suggested they go to the temple that day. Dad agree, and so they went in and got dressed in their temple clothes, and went on an endowment session. At the close of the session, the officiator came into the room and asked for a certain family being sealed that day, to come with him to the veil so that they could proceed, and complete their endowment, then on to the sealing room to be sealed as a family. It was one of Dad's Uncles as I remember. Dad looked at Mom and they nodded, and got up and went with the sealing group that was there with him. After going through the veil into the Celestial room, they followed the group into the Sealing room, and Dad went up to his Uncle, and spoke to him. Even though his uncle was blind, he knew Dad's voice immediately, and said "Is that you, Horald?" And Dad told him it was. He told Dad that they had finally gotten active in the church and got their kids ready to go to the temple to be sealed together as a family. And Dad told him how happy he was to be there with them.

As they knelt around the altar, the Sealer began the ceremony, and stopped. Then he asked them if that was all their children. The said yes, so he began again. Then he stopped again, and asked once more if they were sure that was all of their children. Then the wife said that they had a couple of daughters that had been born dead, or so they thought, and had not put them on the family group sheet. The Sealer said, "I thought so. They are sitting here in the room now, crying, because they want to be sealed to your family, too." So they stopped the ceremony and went out and obtained a couple of women to come in and stand in as their proxies, so they could be sealed to their parents. After he had completed the sealing, they smiled and disappeared from the room. He was the only one who saw them, but they were there. Mom and Dad were so happy to have made the decision to go to the temple that day, even though they had no idea that such a wonderful miracle would take place in the temple while they were there.

While we were stationed in Fort Devens Massachusetts, Mom gave me some names to look up since some of our ancestors lived in that very area, and we were there. So we started going to the local libraries, and looking in the births, marriages, and death records, and other vital records, and found a lot of names which we copied down in our notebooks. Then we went to another town, and discovered that the same family we had been tracing, had moved to that town, and had a son born to them there. On the sheet Mom sent to us that child was missing. So we included it on the sheet. We had found a lot of names in Massachusetts, and it was sort of difficult as some of the libraries were only open one day a week, and then only for one evening. But we made arrangements to get there.

When we came home, we brought our research papers with us, and Mom was at our home visiting. I got her the papers and notebooks we had kept, and she looked at them and told me she needed to go home and check them out. A little while later she called very excitedly and told me "You found him! You found him!"

I asked who I had found, and she said "The missing link. I have five hundred sheets which I have copied of that family line, but I needed to tie them into our line, and was sure it was our line, but couldn't find the missing link. You found it, now I can turn those sheets in and have the work done for them. I am so excited I could just cry." I was very happy, too. If I had not been in the Army, we would never have been in Massachusetts. The Lord had sent us there to find that missing link, and a few others as well.

All the missionary experiences in Korea and in Fort Devens, Massachusetts, where we were privileged to baptize 9 people into the church, and all the genealogy research we were able to do there would never have happened if I had stayed out of the army after my first enlistment. Mom wrote to her father, Grandpa Woodbury, and told him that she was disappointed in my reinlisting in the army after 89 days out of it. She said she didn't think I had the ability to maintain a job as a civilian. I know that, because we were at Grandpa Woodbury's home to have him give Betty a blessing so that she could get pregnant, and while there the letter came. He read it to us. At the time, I was hurt. But I soon got over it, I think. Just the sharing of that experience with you brings tears to my eyes, so maybe I am really not over it. Anyway, the end result was worth the eight years I spent in the Army. I felt in my heart that my Mission was not over yet, and I could not accomplish it out of the Army. I needed to be there, because there were people whose lives I needed to touch, and work I needed to do which I could not do otherwise.

I am so thankful that I was privileged to help Mom find the missing links in her research. It was exciting and fun. She truly left a legacy of love, not only in our hearts, but in the lives of the thousands of people whose work she performed in the fifty or more years she was involved in doing genealogy and temple work. Betty and I spent many times on sealing sessions with her and Dad in the Salt Lake Temple, and loved every minute of it. I know that it is a very important work, and want to share a poem about it.

This poem came to me while I was at an LDS Bookseller's convention here in Salt Lake City. I had some of my little Heart Thoughts books there to share with people, and while there was a lull, I decided to visit some nearby booths. As I was doing so, I met a couple from Oregon. The husband said for me to ask his wife what her favorite slogan was. I walked over to her, and asked her, and she said, "Temple work is heaven's work with out of this world pay." I told her I liked that. Then I left, and since it was slow, I went in to the snack bar and got a sandwich to eat.

As I was sitting at the table I took out my spiral notebook and began writing the thoughts of my heart about this neat slogan she had shared with me. Here it is:


HEAVEN'S WORK


Temple work is Heaven's work

With "Out of this world" pay

Awaiting for God's children

Who'll live with Him some day.


He could not perform it all

So He restored the keys

And Holy Priesthood powers

From the eternities,


To men of humble birthing,

Who dwell upon the earth,

To bring about salvation,

And bring our souls great worth.


The work performed in temples

For those who've gone before,

Is only the beginning,

It opens up the door


To further light and knowledge,

And great eternal worth,

For those who are our kindred dead,

Who dwelt upon this earth.


In heaven they are learning

The gospel from the Lord,

And all His missionaries,

Who've found a great reward


In serving Heavenly Father,

By teaching Heaven's way,

And sharing light eternal,

So they, too, may obey


The principles of heaven,

And earn the right to be

With parents, friends and children

For all eternity.


Yes, TEMPLE WORK IS HEAVEN'S WORK

WITH OUT OF THIS WORLD PAY

For they who do perform it,

In their own humble way.




My dear sister cried when I went back and shared this poem with her. She said, "How did you know what was in my heart and mind which I didn't share with you. Everything I was thinking of is right here in this poem. She gave me a big hug and said "Thank You."

I told her, "I didn't know, but He who gave me the message knew, and He it was who shared that poem with me. Then we both cried.

I know that this work that takes place in the temples is the work of God, and that He has given us an opportunity to become Saviors on Mount Zion. It is as much a missionary work as any work could ever be. I so testify in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.


James H. Lee Jr.

Frances Goddard Woodbury, written by Mary M. W. Leany and Elizabeth W. Fotheringham 1835

Dear family: Good morning! Thanks to Dawna and Jeff Lofgren, I finally got the program installed so I could share some of our ancestor's stories with you again. Here is the story of Frances Goddard Woodbury which I reread this morning, and couldn't remember if I shared it with you, but even if I have, it bears rereading again, as it goes along with the email I sent out yesterday. If you don't have time to read it all, and ponder on all that is shared here, please read the last three paragraphs contained here in her life story as they go along with what I shared with you yesterday about doing genealogy and temple work. Have a wonderful day, and know that you are loved. Your friend and brother, and great-grandson of Frances Goddard Woodbury. Jim Lee

FRANCES GODDARD WOODBURY

WRITTEN BY MARY M.W.LEANY and

ELIZABETH W. FOTHERINGHAM,DAUGHTERS, AUGUST 1935.


Frances Goddard Woodbury was born in Stockport, Lancashire, England, October 27, 1844, had blue eyes and dark brown hair. Her hearing and eyesight were good. She was quite small--only about 5 feet in height; and quite slender until at about 45 or 50 years of age she grew more fleshy. She was married October 10, 1863 to Orin Nelson Woodbury in the Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Utah is the mother of 10 children, 6 sons and 4 daughters, namely: Thomas, William Henry, Abram Nelson, Mary Margaret, Florence Jane, Charles Robert Goddard, Elizabeth, Joseph, Clarence and Rosena. The two oldest died in infancy. Eight lived to maturity, married and had children. Florence Jane died August 30, 1911, seven are still living at this date 1935.

Mother's health was good until after her marriage. While raising her family it was very poor, and she has certainly earned a crown of glory for living the commandment of the Lord to be fruitful and multiply and replenish the earth, that you may have joy and rejoicing in your posterity.

Mother was a daughter of Robert Goddard and Margaret Woolfenden, who were married at Gretna Green, Scotland, in 1843, and were the parents of 6 children, 4 boys and 2 girls. Two boys and one girl died in infancy. Mother was their oldest child. When the gospel message was taken to their home by Latter-day Saint Missionaries, the parents accepted it with joy. They and mother, who was then eight years of age, were baptized in the fall of 1852. Some girls frightened mother by saying her head would be held under the water 5 minutes, so just as she stepped into the water, she said to the Elder, "please mind me". He answered very gently, "yes, I will mind you".

Owing to persecutions, baptisms were performed after dark. Grandmother was suffering from quite a bad cold and her mother who had not yet been converted, but accompanied them to the waters of baptism, scolded severely, telling her daughter it was enough to kill her to go into that cold water. But the appointment had been made and grandmother's faith was that no harm would come to her from being baptized. The next morning she went to her mother, and as soon as she saw her, exclaimed, "mother, my cold is well." For so it was, no trace of it was left. Very soon after this, mother's grandfather, Abram Woolfenden, his wife, Mary Pearson, and one son and two daughters joined the church, but two daughters who were married did not.

Great Grandfather Woolfenden was a very wise man in correcting his children. He did not correct while angry. When one did something not right, he would tell them to come to his room at a certain time, and they knew they had to obey. He would then correct them as he thought best for their good. I do not remember what his occupation was. His son Abram was a contractor and builder.

Saints at that time were urged to emigrate, and were advised by the elders that if they did not have means for all members of a family to come to Utah at the same time, if men would come first, they could get work in this country for higher wages, and would be better able to assist other members of the family to come. So Grandmother Goddard's father, Abram Woolfenden and his son, Abram Woolfenden, about 18 years of age came first. On arriving in Salt Lake City, they inquired for a brother who had been to England on a mission. They had stayed at their home many times and had been given the best bed in the house to sleep in, as they thought nothing was too good for the Elders. As the brother had invited them to come and stay with him, they found his house and inquired for Brother________. He came to the door, but did not seem to know them. Great Grandfather said, "don't you remember us?" He said, "no, I don't think I've ever seen you before." Then great-grandfather said, "don't you remember Brother Woolfenden and his son Abram?" His answer was, "oh, I do seem to have a faint recollection of having met you before. I'm sorry, I cannot ask you in, as I have company".

Being treated in this manner, was a bitter disappointment, to two strangers in a strange land. Soon after this, great-grandfather was taken sick and they had the misfortune to get acquainted with a family of apostates, who took them in and was very kind to them. As fate would have it this was soon after the "mountain meadow massacre." These people naturally had a great deal to say about this terrible affair, and worst of all, told them that President Brigham Young sanctioned it. Sad but true, brother Woolfenden and his son really believed it, decided they had made a grievous mistake in coming to Utah and that they would return to England.

As this was at the time of the gold rush to California they went there and earned money for the journey home. On arriving home they told the family the principles of the gospel were true, they felt sure, but the church was led by the wrong man, or he would not have sanctioned that terrible massacre, as they had been made to believe by the apostates that he had done. So, due to great respect for him and unity of his loved ones, the two families had their names taken from the church records. Very soon after a party was gotten up in honor of Abram Woolfenden, and he was asked to tell of his trip to Utah. The people, of course thought they would hear a big story against the Mormons, but they were disappointed, as he did not say one word against them, then or at any time to the people and very little to his family. In a few years, he was taken sick, with a lingering illness, which lasted several months. Awhile before he died, he said to his wife, "when I die, you will go to Utah. "Her answer was, "well, I should like to go and see for myself." and sure enough soon after he died, the two families joined the church again, with the exception of Abram who married there and had a family of children. When they were about grown he was accidentally killed and soon after, his family joined the church and came to Utah, settling in Beaver.

When these two families joined the church the second time, they were very anxious to come to Utah as soon as possible, but not having means for all to come in 1861, mother's father and mother and her two brothers, Tom and Abram Henry came then, but mother, then a girl of 17 remained in England one year longer and lived with her grandmother Woolfenden and two daughters, Sarah Ann and Mary Ellen. Frances's grandmother kept house for the three girls and they worked factories to earn money of which they saved part to pay their traveling expenses and all 4 came to Utah in 1862.

They sailed on the John J. Boyd Vessel. While crossing the ocean, the main mast of the ship was broken in a storm. During that storm was the only time they heard the Captain's voice, then they heard it above all the rest, giving orders to the sailors. After the storm there was a calm and they stood two weeks in mid-ocean without sailing, and were in all six weeks on the ocean.

They crossed the plains in the ox team train of which John R. Murdock was

Captain. There were wagons to haul the baggage and people who were unable to walk, but all who were able were expected to, and willingly did so. Mother walked all the way. Upon her arrival in Utah, she came to St. George, her parents and Brothers having settled here. Her father was a hatter in England and worked at his trade here. He made them for men and boys using wool just from the sheep's back. He brought with him from England large, heavy flat irons to press them and had blocks made of wood to shape them on. Her mother was an expert needle woman and helped people here with their sewing. Mother patiently endured all the trials and hardships of Dixie pioneer life, spinning, weaving cloth to clothe the family, making soap for which lye was obtained from cottonwood ashes, candles of tallow and no sewing or washing machine. When her 7th child was 9 months old, father bought a farm 14 miles from St. George on the Clara Creek, and she moved there thinking her health would be improved and she was not disappointed, as it was much better than in St. George, although she was not strong and was more fitted for the finer things of life, than hard work.

The family spent two years on the farm which was 6 miles from Gunlock, the nearest town. Abram went to St. George to school the first winter and the next Mary went. This was very unsatisfactory and mother was determined to move to St. George for school so all her children could attend, and father bought a home there for that purpose. Joseph was born on the farm, the other nine were all born in St. George.

Mother spent 11 summers on the farm and quite often we would go to gunlock, a town miles away, in a wagon over very rough roads, to attend sacrament meeting. While we were living there, mother's parents who had moved away from St. George years before, came and spent their last days with us. Their sons, Tom and Abram went to California to Los Angeles I think. We do not know whether they are still living or not. Grandmother was sick when she came, suffering from a stroke which had affected her mind some and so we were denied the privilege of getting acquainted with her real self, but loved her, sympathized and did all we could to help her. She could not walk alone, sat in an armchair most of the time, gradually got worse and died about 8 months later on the 21 may 1883.

Grandfather's health was very good. He and my mother did work in the temple for all of his kindred dead he had records of, and some friends as well whom he knew in England. He also assisted with work on the farm, doing just as he pleased. We were very glad to have him stay and make his home with us, as we loved him dearly, he was so gentle, kind and helpful. He attended faithfully to his religious duties, and after only a few days' illness, died July 14, 1890. Both he and his wife are buried in the St. George cemetery.

Our farmhouse was built of lumber. In preparation for the first winter there, father built a very large rock fireplace. Cottonwood was plentiful and during the cold weather, a green cottonwood back log, too heavy to try to lift, would be rolled in; then with dry wood in front a fire was kept burning all night as well as day, which made it quite comfortable. Of evenings we would all sit around the fire, mother, Florence and I (Mary) with our knitting, would sing hymns and songs, read, tell stories, and father and mother would tell Incidents of interest in their early lives. In this way, we passed quite pleasantly many winter evenings. One story which was especially liked to hear Father tell was of his father being robbed, which he told us many times. One very dark, stormy night, I (Mary) well remember, he began the story with, "it was just such a night as this when your grandpa was robbed. He owned a young orchard of maple sugar trees in Massachusetts, and other property as well, which he sold before leaving there, and was paid in gold and silver money for it. We lived on a farm several miles from Nauvoo. That night after we had all gone to bed, a knock came to the door. Your grandpa asked who was there. A man answered, "Two travelers and we should like to come in out of the storm" your grandfather got up and said he would get a light, but they said, "oh, don't bother to do that, we just want to come in out of the storm." Your grandfather opened the door; one of the men grabbed him, pointed a firearm at him and said, "stand!" The other man hurriedly went into the house and to a bed made on two large chests which my brother John and I were sleeping on. We sprang out of bed in a hurry. The man opened the chests and threw things out until he came to a bag of money, which he took, and they both left. While the searching was in progress, the man at the door would say every time one of the children made a sound, "mark well where that one lies." We had a neighbor living not far away. Your grandpa went over and asked him to come and stay with us the remainder of the night, he willingly came and seemed to feel sorry for us, and pretended to be greatly surprised that his ax was by our door next morning. He offered to go to the city with your grandpa to see if any trace of the robbers could be found. On the way this kind (?) Neighbor asked to borrow some money. Your grandpa looked at him and said in surprise. "My money was stolen." and he wisely tried to make him think it was all gone, though the man failed to find the gold which was worth many times more than the silver. Your grandpa did not like the actions of this man and had been thinking perhaps he was one of the robbers, and now felt convinced that he was, although there was no way of proving it. We moved into the city soon after this as we felt it unsafe to stay on the farm longer." It was mother who had a special gift of story telling and they were always uplifting, teaching us honesty, truthfulness, and faith in the gospel, which was so dear to her. They were usually from the Bible.

Mother worked in factories in England where cloth was made. Their family was among the middle class and had nice clothes. They did not make quilts and rugs but bought blankets and spreads, sold all their old clothes to the "rag man" who went to the homes for them. She, of course, made quilts, rugs, carpets, from old clothes here, but disliked the work very much, and said many times, "oh, I wish the rag man would come!" and "he would take all these old clothes away out of my sight!"

This sketch would be very far from complete if some of the many faith promoting incidents which came into mother's life, and which she prized more than earthly possessions, were not given here. Her first baby died when about 1 year old. Her second only lived six weeks, and when her third was a few months old, he was very, very sick. A kind neighbor, sister Elmer, thinking he was dying, took him from mother's arms and laid him on the bed. She then left the room. Mother, of course, was sobbing bitterly, thinking her darling was gone. She heard a gentle voice say, "trust in the Lord and he will restore him." This was repeated three times. Thinking some person had entered the room she looked around but could see no one. She did trust in the Lord and had faith. She said she knew her son's life would be spared and she at once thanked him for his goodness and mercy to her. This was Abram and he is still living.

When my brother Charles was a baby just beginning to walk around by chairs, he pulled a pan of very hot milk off the table scalding him on his neck and body so severely it seemed as though he could not get well. Again that same comforting voice came to her three times as before, "trust in the Lord and he will restore him". This gave her undaunted faith and he was restored. She again thanked her Father for being so kind to her.

Mother used to be alone on the farm so much with her children, as father had to go to St. George for supplies and to visit his other family who lived there. She never failed to call us children together night and morning when we took our turn at family prayer. She had so much faith that the lord would protect us if we did our part. When father was away one night she dreamed that she was sitting sewing when a shadow seemed to come on the window. On looking up she saw the meanest looking Indian with his nose against the window looking in. It frightened her so much that she said, "oh I don't want that Indian to come in here, hurry Florence and lock the doors. She did so. When he came to one door and could not get in he went to the other. Upon finding it locked, He became greatly enraged and finding the ax broke the door in. He had a long knife hanging in a holder from his belt and a large riding quirt or whip in his hand, and started whipping us children with it. Mother was so badly frightened that she awoke and lay awake for some time after, then she went to sleep and did not think of her dream until the next day. She was sitting sewing when a shadow came in front of the window. On looking up, she saw this terrible mean looking Indian, and was just going to tell Florence to lock the door, when her dream came before her like a warning. The Indian came in the house but acted very bossy and sassy and ordered something to eat. He carried the same knife and quirt which mother saw in her dream. She gave him something to eat and tried not to cross him in any way as she said that she knew if she did he might have done as she had dreamed. That night she did not forget to thank Heavenly Father for his kind protecting care over herself and children.

Father died August 26, 1890. About a year later the government bought the farm for an Indian reservation. The following winter, mother was so sick in St. George, the doctors gave her up. Aunt Annie was a temple worker. When she heard this she said. "Fanny must not die and leave her little children. "She came from the temple with 2 or 3 of the sisters. I think sister Morris and Ivens they washed and anointed her and it seemed to help her so much and they were telling her funny stories and she was laughing. It was the sweetest music which I, Elizabeth had ever heard to hear our dear mother laugh after being so seriously ill. I had led Dr. Ivens by the hand to visit her as he was blind, but mother had so much faith in him and wanted him to come. After the sisters had gone, mother told us if we would all be real quiet she felt that she could go to sleep. We were so thrilled to think of her being able to sleep as she had so little rest for days, that we did not make a sound. After about 2 hours she seemed to awaken and called all of us children to her. She said, "you think I have been asleep, but I have been with your Father. He led me by the hand to a beautiful mansion. On going inside, we saw President Brigham young and other church leaders around him. President Young said, "Sister Fanny, you have always tried to do what you knew to be right and lived a good life. What is the greatest desire of your heart"? I said, "my greatest desire is to return to earth until my youngest child is 18, she was then three. He said, "very well, your wish shall be granted." Father then showed me the beautiful home which he had prepared for me over there, and then showed me the suffering I must go through if I returned to earth, but again I said I preferred to go back to my children."

After telling of her visit with father, she asked one of us to get a pencil and paper; said she had been given some names of people who wished her to see to having their temple work done. She gave as I (Mary) remember, about 12 names, with the necessary information. Mother moved away from St. George before she was able to attend to this work but she paid for having it done. From the time of her visit with father, she continued to get well, although she was never strong. She had many severe sick spells, but we always held to the promise that she would live until Rose was eighteen. She had so much faith and would always ask for the Elders to administer to her when she was sick. She missed father very much at such times. One day she said to Florence who was in the room with her. "Florence, your father is here, please go out as he wants to talk to me." He came up to the bed and administered to her and she felt better immediately. He also gave her some advice about her financial affairs. In the spring of 1892 mother moved to Beaver and bought a home there. Just a few days before rose was 18. She visited at the home of Sister Ellen Morgan and Alice Boyter who were neighbors and told them she would not be here much longer. She told them of her promise and cried to think of having to leave her loved ones here. Several of her sons and daughters were with her on Rose's 18th Birthday. Mother was taken very sick on that day and they feel would have died had they not held on to her so strongly. After the doctor came and Elders administered to her as well she was better and able to be around. In about 2 weeks she was taken very sick again--did not get better as before and after she had suffered for 8 long weeks--we became reconciled and very earnestly and unitedly said --"the Lord's will be done." All of us fasted, went into her room, knelt by her bed, and each took turn in prayer, beginning with the oldest. Her suffering ceased at once. When we arose to our feet, she said her pain had entirely ceased" and said how thankful she was that we were all reconciled to say "the Lord's will be done" and that we all knew how to pray. She bore her testimony of the truthfulness of the gospel. Said there was nothing to compare with it. That it was more valuable to us than anything else in all the world and if we would just remember her teachings and live up to the principles of the Gospel it would bring to us eternal life in the Celestial Kingdom: where we would receive our reward for the good we have done on earth. She passed peacefully away about an hour after the prayer, on the 20th of November 1924. At her funeral services Charles Woolfenden --one of the speakers said, “there is a hymn which says "I know not what awaits me" but not so with this good woman as she knew what was before her.

My firm belief is, if the descendants of this noble woman strive diligently to keep the commandments of the Lord and thereby are worthy to dwell with her throughout eternity -- then and then only will her happiness be complete.


(Typed into computer by Jennie May Lee Adam, July 30, 1992)