My father was from England and my mother from Denmark. Denmark got its name from the tribe of Dan. In Danish it was called Danmark. My maternal grandfather, Peter Mackelprang, learned the trade of tanning leather and making shoes in Denmark. In order to get a diploma in shoemaking, he had to take the measurements for a pair of boots and a pair of ladies slippers and cut them without a pattern. When the instructor put his pattern on, it was exactly right, so he gave him his diploma. He worked at this trade until he was married. His forefathers were master shoemakers, and his great uncle was a lawyer to the king.
When the mormon missionaries taught my grandparents about the gospel they joined the church. Soon afterward they left Denmark and came to America. From Salt Lake City they were sent to settle in Cedar City. My grandfather continued his trade as a shoemaker. My mother was born in Denmark in 1847. She was 7 years old when her family left Denmark. My grandfather loved to walk. He would walk clear up into a canyon to get his oxen early in the morning before breakfast. He had a dairy with 19 cows. The milk was used for cheese and butter.
Whenever a missionary left Cedar City, grandpa would give him $5. In those days that was a lot of money. Whenever he killed a beef, he would give some of it to the widows.
I grew up in Cedar City. When I was 16 years old, I met Daniel Pendleton. he was a good man. We dated for 8 years and were married when I was 24. We had 4 children and were expecting our fifth when an awful thing happened. My husband was helping to haul a load of logs off of Cedar Mountain. The logs rolled off the wagon and crushed my husband to death. Two months later our fifth child, Christina, was born. I was very happy to have 5 beautiful children, but very sad to have my husband gone. I met and married Randall Lunt. We had two daughters. His wife had died and he had 8 children to raise. I helped him raise them. This made 15 children in all. These years were very busy for me. In 1932, the children were all grown and I thought I could have some time to do things that I hadn't been able to do before. But then on January 10, 1932, my second son's wife was very ill. She said she was dying and asked me to raise her two little girls. One was 20 months old and the other 20 days old. That night, she died. I spent the next 13 years raising my two granddaughters. I enjoyed those 13 years. My son and I had changed a large building into apartments which we rented out to people. The great depression had devastated our country. These were very hard times.
World War II started December 1941. Many college boys living in our apartments had to go off to war to fight for our beloved America. I loved those young men and hated to see them go. Some came back, some didn't.
There are a few things I would like to tell you about myself. I loved to make cookies. I made what I called "surprise cookies" because they were filled with mince or raisin filling which was a surprise when you bit into one of them.
From 1936 to 1939 I lived on a farm in a small town in Southern Utah called Toquerville. I lived there with my son Legrande and two ganddaughters. One night our neighbor was going to have a baby and there was no time to get her to a doctor. I knew a little bit about nursing so I delivered the baby. It turned out to be twins. Everything went alright with them and I was glad.
I learned early in life that work is a good thing and very important. I never had much time to sit around. Maybe that is why I was so happy.
While we were living in Toquerville, my mother (Christina Mackelprang Chatterley) lived with us. She was getting to be old and knew she wouldn't live much longer. She wanted my son to build her coffin. He got all the materials and beautiful embossed fabric. She would keep telling him to hurry and finish it because she couldn't live forever. She died July 28, 1938 shortly after it was finished. She was 90 years old.
I was a small woman. I was very short and didn't weigh much. My appearance was always important to me. I liked to look neat and clean. Also, learning was a priority with me. I tried not to miss school. I told my granddaughters that if they missed even one day of school they would miss learning something valuable.
I loved to write and draw, but paper was very scarce when I was young. If I drew on my schoolpaper, the teacher would hit my fingers with a ruler. I would save the brown grocery bags to write or draw on. I couldn't stand to throw away one piece of paper.
Being on time was very important to me. I was always on time for school, or for meetings of any kind. I tried to teach my children and grandchildren to always be on time. Being late was a habit that could not be tolerated. People who are late are always late; people who are on time are almost always on time. (Nancy Ada Chatterly Pendleton suffered with cancer for several weeks and died March 28, 1945 at the age of 71).
(Provided by Gus Pendleton)
When the mormon missionaries taught my grandparents about the gospel they joined the church. Soon afterward they left Denmark and came to America. From Salt Lake City they were sent to settle in Cedar City. My grandfather continued his trade as a shoemaker. My mother was born in Denmark in 1847. She was 7 years old when her family left Denmark. My grandfather loved to walk. He would walk clear up into a canyon to get his oxen early in the morning before breakfast. He had a dairy with 19 cows. The milk was used for cheese and butter.
Whenever a missionary left Cedar City, grandpa would give him $5. In those days that was a lot of money. Whenever he killed a beef, he would give some of it to the widows.
I grew up in Cedar City. When I was 16 years old, I met Daniel Pendleton. he was a good man. We dated for 8 years and were married when I was 24. We had 4 children and were expecting our fifth when an awful thing happened. My husband was helping to haul a load of logs off of Cedar Mountain. The logs rolled off the wagon and crushed my husband to death. Two months later our fifth child, Christina, was born. I was very happy to have 5 beautiful children, but very sad to have my husband gone. I met and married Randall Lunt. We had two daughters. His wife had died and he had 8 children to raise. I helped him raise them. This made 15 children in all. These years were very busy for me. In 1932, the children were all grown and I thought I could have some time to do things that I hadn't been able to do before. But then on January 10, 1932, my second son's wife was very ill. She said she was dying and asked me to raise her two little girls. One was 20 months old and the other 20 days old. That night, she died. I spent the next 13 years raising my two granddaughters. I enjoyed those 13 years. My son and I had changed a large building into apartments which we rented out to people. The great depression had devastated our country. These were very hard times.
World War II started December 1941. Many college boys living in our apartments had to go off to war to fight for our beloved America. I loved those young men and hated to see them go. Some came back, some didn't.
There are a few things I would like to tell you about myself. I loved to make cookies. I made what I called "surprise cookies" because they were filled with mince or raisin filling which was a surprise when you bit into one of them.
From 1936 to 1939 I lived on a farm in a small town in Southern Utah called Toquerville. I lived there with my son Legrande and two ganddaughters. One night our neighbor was going to have a baby and there was no time to get her to a doctor. I knew a little bit about nursing so I delivered the baby. It turned out to be twins. Everything went alright with them and I was glad.
I learned early in life that work is a good thing and very important. I never had much time to sit around. Maybe that is why I was so happy.
While we were living in Toquerville, my mother (Christina Mackelprang Chatterley) lived with us. She was getting to be old and knew she wouldn't live much longer. She wanted my son to build her coffin. He got all the materials and beautiful embossed fabric. She would keep telling him to hurry and finish it because she couldn't live forever. She died July 28, 1938 shortly after it was finished. She was 90 years old.
I was a small woman. I was very short and didn't weigh much. My appearance was always important to me. I liked to look neat and clean. Also, learning was a priority with me. I tried not to miss school. I told my granddaughters that if they missed even one day of school they would miss learning something valuable.
I loved to write and draw, but paper was very scarce when I was young. If I drew on my schoolpaper, the teacher would hit my fingers with a ruler. I would save the brown grocery bags to write or draw on. I couldn't stand to throw away one piece of paper.
Being on time was very important to me. I was always on time for school, or for meetings of any kind. I tried to teach my children and grandchildren to always be on time. Being late was a habit that could not be tolerated. People who are late are always late; people who are on time are almost always on time. (Nancy Ada Chatterly Pendleton suffered with cancer for several weeks and died March 28, 1945 at the age of 71).
(Provided by Gus Pendleton)
My father was from England and my mother from Denmark. Denmark got its name from the tribe of Dan. In Danish it was called Danmark. My maternal grandfather, Peter Mackelprang, learned the trade of tanning leather and making shoes in Denmark. In order to get a diploma in shoemaking, he had to take the measurements for a pair of boots and a pair of ladies slippers and cut them without a pattern. When the instructor put his pattern on, it was exactly right, so he gave him his diploma. He worked at this trade until he was married. His forefathers were master shoemakers, and his great uncle was a lawyer to the king.
When the mormon missionaries taught my grandparents about the gospel they joined the church. Soon afterward they left Denmark and came to America. From Salt Lake City they were sent to settle in Cedar City. My grandfather continued his trade as a shoemaker. My mother was born in Denmark in 1847. She was 7 years old when her family left Denmark. My grandfather loved to walk. He would walk clear up into a canyon to get his oxen early in the morning before breakfast. He had a dairy with 19 cows. The milk was used for cheese and butter.
Whenever a missionary left Cedar City, grandpa would give him $5. In those days that was a lot of money. Whenever he killed a beef, he would give some of it to the widows.
I grew up in Cedar City. When I was 16 years old, I met Daniel Pendleton. he was a good man. We dated for 8 years and were married when I was 24. We had 4 children and were expecting our fifth when an awful thing happened. My husband was helping to haul a load of logs off of Cedar Mountain. The logs rolled off the wagon and crushed my husband to death. Two months later our fifth child, Christina, was born. I was very happy to have 5 beautiful children, but very sad to have my husband gone. I met and married Randall Lunt. We had two daughters. His wife had died and he had 8 children to raise. I helped him raise them. This made 15 children in all. These years were very busy for me. In 1932, the children were all grown and I thought I could have some time to do things that I hadn't been able to do before. But then on January 10, 1932, my second son's wife was very ill. She said she was dying and asked me to raise her two little girls. One was 20 months old and the other 20 days old. That night, she died. I spent the next 13 years raising my two granddaughters. I enjoyed those 13 years. My son and I had changed a large building into apartments which we rented out to people. The great depression had devastated our country. These were very hard times.
World War II started December 1941. Many college boys living in our apartments had to go off to war to fight for our beloved America. I loved those young men and hated to see them go. Some came back, some didn't.
There are a few things I would like to tell you about myself. I loved to make cookies. I made what I called "surprise cookies" because they were filled with mince or raisin filling which was a surprise when you bit into one of them.
From 1936 to 1939 I lived on a farm in a small town in Southern Utah called Toquerville. I lived there with my son Legrande and two ganddaughters. One night our neighbor was going to have a baby and there was no time to get her to a doctor. I knew a little bit about nursing so I delivered the baby. It turned out to be twins. Everything went alright with them and I was glad.
I learned early in life that work is a good thing and very important. I never had much time to sit around. Maybe that is why I was so happy.
While we were living in Toquerville, my mother (Christina Mackelprang Chatterley) lived with us. She was getting to be old and knew she wouldn't live much longer. She wanted my son to build her coffin. He got all the materials and beautiful embossed fabric. She would keep telling him to hurry and finish it because she couldn't live forever. She died July 28, 1938 shortly after it was finished. She was 90 years old.
I was a small woman. I was very short and didn't weigh much. My appearance was always important to me. I liked to look neat and clean. Also, learning was a priority with me. I tried not to miss school. I told my granddaughters that if they missed even one day of school they would miss learning something valuable.
I loved to write and draw, but paper was very scarce when I was young. If I drew on my schoolpaper, the teacher would hit my fingers with a ruler. I would save the brown grocery bags to write or draw on. I couldn't stand to throw away one piece of paper.
Being on time was very important to me. I was always on time for school, or for meetings of any kind. I tried to teach my children and grandchildren to always be on time. Being late was a habit that could not be tolerated. People who are late are always late; people who are on time are almost always on time. (Nancy Ada Chatterly Pendleton suffered with cancer for several weeks and died March 28, 1945 at the age of 71).
(Provided by Gus Pendleton)
When the mormon missionaries taught my grandparents about the gospel they joined the church. Soon afterward they left Denmark and came to America. From Salt Lake City they were sent to settle in Cedar City. My grandfather continued his trade as a shoemaker. My mother was born in Denmark in 1847. She was 7 years old when her family left Denmark. My grandfather loved to walk. He would walk clear up into a canyon to get his oxen early in the morning before breakfast. He had a dairy with 19 cows. The milk was used for cheese and butter.
Whenever a missionary left Cedar City, grandpa would give him $5. In those days that was a lot of money. Whenever he killed a beef, he would give some of it to the widows.
I grew up in Cedar City. When I was 16 years old, I met Daniel Pendleton. he was a good man. We dated for 8 years and were married when I was 24. We had 4 children and were expecting our fifth when an awful thing happened. My husband was helping to haul a load of logs off of Cedar Mountain. The logs rolled off the wagon and crushed my husband to death. Two months later our fifth child, Christina, was born. I was very happy to have 5 beautiful children, but very sad to have my husband gone. I met and married Randall Lunt. We had two daughters. His wife had died and he had 8 children to raise. I helped him raise them. This made 15 children in all. These years were very busy for me. In 1932, the children were all grown and I thought I could have some time to do things that I hadn't been able to do before. But then on January 10, 1932, my second son's wife was very ill. She said she was dying and asked me to raise her two little girls. One was 20 months old and the other 20 days old. That night, she died. I spent the next 13 years raising my two granddaughters. I enjoyed those 13 years. My son and I had changed a large building into apartments which we rented out to people. The great depression had devastated our country. These were very hard times.
World War II started December 1941. Many college boys living in our apartments had to go off to war to fight for our beloved America. I loved those young men and hated to see them go. Some came back, some didn't.
There are a few things I would like to tell you about myself. I loved to make cookies. I made what I called "surprise cookies" because they were filled with mince or raisin filling which was a surprise when you bit into one of them.
From 1936 to 1939 I lived on a farm in a small town in Southern Utah called Toquerville. I lived there with my son Legrande and two ganddaughters. One night our neighbor was going to have a baby and there was no time to get her to a doctor. I knew a little bit about nursing so I delivered the baby. It turned out to be twins. Everything went alright with them and I was glad.
I learned early in life that work is a good thing and very important. I never had much time to sit around. Maybe that is why I was so happy.
While we were living in Toquerville, my mother (Christina Mackelprang Chatterley) lived with us. She was getting to be old and knew she wouldn't live much longer. She wanted my son to build her coffin. He got all the materials and beautiful embossed fabric. She would keep telling him to hurry and finish it because she couldn't live forever. She died July 28, 1938 shortly after it was finished. She was 90 years old.
I was a small woman. I was very short and didn't weigh much. My appearance was always important to me. I liked to look neat and clean. Also, learning was a priority with me. I tried not to miss school. I told my granddaughters that if they missed even one day of school they would miss learning something valuable.
I loved to write and draw, but paper was very scarce when I was young. If I drew on my schoolpaper, the teacher would hit my fingers with a ruler. I would save the brown grocery bags to write or draw on. I couldn't stand to throw away one piece of paper.
Being on time was very important to me. I was always on time for school, or for meetings of any kind. I tried to teach my children and grandchildren to always be on time. Being late was a habit that could not be tolerated. People who are late are always late; people who are on time are almost always on time. (Nancy Ada Chatterly Pendleton suffered with cancer for several weeks and died March 28, 1945 at the age of 71).
(Provided by Gus Pendleton)
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