Robert Wayne Stokes was born November 5, 1914 in Bothwell, Utah. My parents are Heber and Mary Frances Anderson Stokes.
I spent my childhood on a dry farm on the east side of the Black Pine Valley. Times were tough and crops were poor. About 1919, they traded our small place in Bothwell, Utah for the Taggart place in Black Pine, Idaho. It had a nice spring of water and we could have a garden and raise some crops.
I went to school at Black Pine. My first grade teacher was Clara Fields. I went through the eighth grade in Black Pine and went to high school for one year in the Central High School at Thatcher, Idaho. I stayed with my sister Mildred, and her husband, David Anderson, that school year. When I was 68 years old, I studied and took the GED test. I received my High School Equivalency Diploma in 1982.
When I was a teenager about the only way we had to earn money was trapping coyotes and badgers and cutting cedar posts. I went to Stone Valley and worked on a farm during haying and harvest time.
My dad was a very good man and a patient person and a very hard worker. He used to say, "If you can't get a loaf, take a half." Wages were low but he always took good care of his family. For a few years he sheared sheep with Mother's brothers. He couldn't shear as fast as some but he always did a good job.
Sadness came to our family July 1, 1925 when my father passed away in Salt Lake City, Utah. He had been partially paralyzed after being bitten by a poison deer fly while he was a government trapper of predatory animals around the Black Pine area. He died of the disease called Tularemia. My mother told me before Dad's funeral that if I was a good boy I would be with my father again. I was ten years and seven months old. I have always remembered this and tried to live as he would have wanted me to. At the funeral of my father, near the close of the ceremony, an old man raised his hand and wanted to speak. He was William Pilkington, my grandmother Stokes' brother. He said he had lived with Martin Harris when a boy and borne testimony that Martin Harris said, "He had heard the voice of the Lord telling him the Book of Mormon was true, and that he be held an angel of God and he had handled the gold plates." This has always been a great testimony to me.
I received a mission call to the East Central States Mission at Louisville, Kentucky. I reported to the Mission home in Salt Lake City on 05 November 1934, my twentieth birthday. Just before I was to leave the Mission Home, I became very ill with yellow jaundice and had to go home for two weeks. I made the trip by train to Louisville and went to Paris, Tennessee where I met my first companion, Elder Stone, from Victor, Idaho. I was very glad to see him as I was afraid and homesick. My mother was a widow with just a small government pension to live on, but she supported me on the two year Mission. It cost $25 per month, not including clothing or train fare from Salt Lake City to Louisville, Kentucky and the Church paid my fare home.
In 1938 Earl, Dick and I came to Salmon on resettlement US program and bought a place across the Lemhi River, Just north of a town called the old Neyman Ranch. The ranch was 200 acres of hay and grain, and we had some sheep and cows with several horses. We started raising potatoes. In fact, Dick became quite an expert at raising them.
I was single when we moved to Salmon. I had gone with several young ladies since my mission, but nothing serious. After coming here, I looked around and finally became serious about Katheryne Whiting. She lived on a ranch about five miles up the Lemhi. We started going together in 1940 and married on October 18, 1941. We were married in the Logan Temple.
Our next move was on the bar to live with my mother as she was living alone at the time. In September 1942, I was combining grain on the last ranch up Fourth of July Creek and the ground was very steep - I tipped over the tractor and broke my back. I was planning on working the next day and I promised the Lord if he let me live, I would never work on another Sunday. He blessed me and I have never worked on Sunday again.
Earl, Dick and I divided our places in 1950. Len and I started a little co-op store in town, then bought a service station, Len and Kate lived in the home on the property. We built this business up and had both bulk gas and oil as well as in the pumps. We sold fertilizer, seeds and all kinds of feed for animals and many other farm supplies and hardware.
Len died in 1967, and I bought Kate's half of the business. My two sons bought in the business with me. My mother lived with us until we moved to Kirtley. For lack of bedroom space she moved in with Earl and Mina a while, then with Len and Kate, and was staying at Dick and Lila's when she died in her sleep one afternoon. She passed away January 12, 1954.
We had four sons: Robert Heber (1943), Ralph W.(1945-2010), Stephen Wayne (1948) and Ronald Jed (1951); one daughter: Mary Katheryne (1954). And then Tami was born January 24, 1958. She is a Shoshone Bannock Indian. She was born in Pocatello. Four days later we went to Pocatello and brought her home and adopted her.
In 1965, I was ordained Patriarch by Mark E. Peterson and in 1983, I was given a leave. Katheryne and I were called on a mission to Illinois Peoria Mission for one year. We were called to work with part member families and to teach non-members.
Written by: Robert Wayne Stokes
Bob passed away January 30, 2003 and is buried in the Salmon Cemetery.
I spent my childhood on a dry farm on the east side of the Black Pine Valley. Times were tough and crops were poor. About 1919, they traded our small place in Bothwell, Utah for the Taggart place in Black Pine, Idaho. It had a nice spring of water and we could have a garden and raise some crops.
I went to school at Black Pine. My first grade teacher was Clara Fields. I went through the eighth grade in Black Pine and went to high school for one year in the Central High School at Thatcher, Idaho. I stayed with my sister Mildred, and her husband, David Anderson, that school year. When I was 68 years old, I studied and took the GED test. I received my High School Equivalency Diploma in 1982.
When I was a teenager about the only way we had to earn money was trapping coyotes and badgers and cutting cedar posts. I went to Stone Valley and worked on a farm during haying and harvest time.
My dad was a very good man and a patient person and a very hard worker. He used to say, "If you can't get a loaf, take a half." Wages were low but he always took good care of his family. For a few years he sheared sheep with Mother's brothers. He couldn't shear as fast as some but he always did a good job.
Sadness came to our family July 1, 1925 when my father passed away in Salt Lake City, Utah. He had been partially paralyzed after being bitten by a poison deer fly while he was a government trapper of predatory animals around the Black Pine area. He died of the disease called Tularemia. My mother told me before Dad's funeral that if I was a good boy I would be with my father again. I was ten years and seven months old. I have always remembered this and tried to live as he would have wanted me to. At the funeral of my father, near the close of the ceremony, an old man raised his hand and wanted to speak. He was William Pilkington, my grandmother Stokes' brother. He said he had lived with Martin Harris when a boy and borne testimony that Martin Harris said, "He had heard the voice of the Lord telling him the Book of Mormon was true, and that he be held an angel of God and he had handled the gold plates." This has always been a great testimony to me.
I received a mission call to the East Central States Mission at Louisville, Kentucky. I reported to the Mission home in Salt Lake City on 05 November 1934, my twentieth birthday. Just before I was to leave the Mission Home, I became very ill with yellow jaundice and had to go home for two weeks. I made the trip by train to Louisville and went to Paris, Tennessee where I met my first companion, Elder Stone, from Victor, Idaho. I was very glad to see him as I was afraid and homesick. My mother was a widow with just a small government pension to live on, but she supported me on the two year Mission. It cost $25 per month, not including clothing or train fare from Salt Lake City to Louisville, Kentucky and the Church paid my fare home.
In 1938 Earl, Dick and I came to Salmon on resettlement US program and bought a place across the Lemhi River, Just north of a town called the old Neyman Ranch. The ranch was 200 acres of hay and grain, and we had some sheep and cows with several horses. We started raising potatoes. In fact, Dick became quite an expert at raising them.
I was single when we moved to Salmon. I had gone with several young ladies since my mission, but nothing serious. After coming here, I looked around and finally became serious about Katheryne Whiting. She lived on a ranch about five miles up the Lemhi. We started going together in 1940 and married on October 18, 1941. We were married in the Logan Temple.
Our next move was on the bar to live with my mother as she was living alone at the time. In September 1942, I was combining grain on the last ranch up Fourth of July Creek and the ground was very steep - I tipped over the tractor and broke my back. I was planning on working the next day and I promised the Lord if he let me live, I would never work on another Sunday. He blessed me and I have never worked on Sunday again.
Earl, Dick and I divided our places in 1950. Len and I started a little co-op store in town, then bought a service station, Len and Kate lived in the home on the property. We built this business up and had both bulk gas and oil as well as in the pumps. We sold fertilizer, seeds and all kinds of feed for animals and many other farm supplies and hardware.
Len died in 1967, and I bought Kate's half of the business. My two sons bought in the business with me. My mother lived with us until we moved to Kirtley. For lack of bedroom space she moved in with Earl and Mina a while, then with Len and Kate, and was staying at Dick and Lila's when she died in her sleep one afternoon. She passed away January 12, 1954.
We had four sons: Robert Heber (1943), Ralph W.(1945-2010), Stephen Wayne (1948) and Ronald Jed (1951); one daughter: Mary Katheryne (1954). And then Tami was born January 24, 1958. She is a Shoshone Bannock Indian. She was born in Pocatello. Four days later we went to Pocatello and brought her home and adopted her.
In 1965, I was ordained Patriarch by Mark E. Peterson and in 1983, I was given a leave. Katheryne and I were called on a mission to Illinois Peoria Mission for one year. We were called to work with part member families and to teach non-members.
Written by: Robert Wayne Stokes
Bob passed away January 30, 2003 and is buried in the Salmon Cemetery.
Robert Wayne Stokes was born November 5, 1914 in Bothwell, Utah. My parents are Heber and Mary Frances Anderson Stokes.
I spent my childhood on a dry farm on the east side of the Black Pine Valley. Times were tough and crops were poor. About 1919, they traded our small place in Bothwell, Utah for the Taggart place in Black Pine, Idaho. It had a nice spring of water and we could have a garden and raise some crops.
I went to school at Black Pine. My first grade teacher was Clara Fields. I went through the eighth grade in Black Pine and went to high school for one year in the Central High School at Thatcher, Idaho. I stayed with my sister Mildred, and her husband, David Anderson, that school year. When I was 68 years old, I studied and took the GED test. I received my High School Equivalency Diploma in 1982.
When I was a teenager about the only way we had to earn money was trapping coyotes and badgers and cutting cedar posts. I went to Stone Valley and worked on a farm during haying and harvest time.
My dad was a very good man and a patient person and a very hard worker. He used to say, "If you can't get a loaf, take a half." Wages were low but he always took good care of his family. For a few years he sheared sheep with Mother's brothers. He couldn't shear as fast as some but he always did a good job.
Sadness came to our family July 1, 1925 when my father passed away in Salt Lake City, Utah. He had been partially paralyzed after being bitten by a poison deer fly while he was a government trapper of predatory animals around the Black Pine area. He died of the disease called Tularemia. My mother told me before Dad's funeral that if I was a good boy I would be with my father again. I was ten years and seven months old. I have always remembered this and tried to live as he would have wanted me to. At the funeral of my father, near the close of the ceremony, an old man raised his hand and wanted to speak. He was William Pilkington, my grandmother Stokes' brother. He said he had lived with Martin Harris when a boy and borne testimony that Martin Harris said, "He had heard the voice of the Lord telling him the Book of Mormon was true, and that he be held an angel of God and he had handled the gold plates." This has always been a great testimony to me.
I received a mission call to the East Central States Mission at Louisville, Kentucky. I reported to the Mission home in Salt Lake City on 05 November 1934, my twentieth birthday. Just before I was to leave the Mission Home, I became very ill with yellow jaundice and had to go home for two weeks. I made the trip by train to Louisville and went to Paris, Tennessee where I met my first companion, Elder Stone, from Victor, Idaho. I was very glad to see him as I was afraid and homesick. My mother was a widow with just a small government pension to live on, but she supported me on the two year Mission. It cost $25 per month, not including clothing or train fare from Salt Lake City to Louisville, Kentucky and the Church paid my fare home.
In 1938 Earl, Dick and I came to Salmon on resettlement US program and bought a place across the Lemhi River, Just north of a town called the old Neyman Ranch. The ranch was 200 acres of hay and grain, and we had some sheep and cows with several horses. We started raising potatoes. In fact, Dick became quite an expert at raising them.
I was single when we moved to Salmon. I had gone with several young ladies since my mission, but nothing serious. After coming here, I looked around and finally became serious about Katheryne Whiting. She lived on a ranch about five miles up the Lemhi. We started going together in 1940 and married on October 18, 1941. We were married in the Logan Temple.
Our next move was on the bar to live with my mother as she was living alone at the time. In September 1942, I was combining grain on the last ranch up Fourth of July Creek and the ground was very steep - I tipped over the tractor and broke my back. I was planning on working the next day and I promised the Lord if he let me live, I would never work on another Sunday. He blessed me and I have never worked on Sunday again.
Earl, Dick and I divided our places in 1950. Len and I started a little co-op store in town, then bought a service station, Len and Kate lived in the home on the property. We built this business up and had both bulk gas and oil as well as in the pumps. We sold fertilizer, seeds and all kinds of feed for animals and many other farm supplies and hardware.
Len died in 1967, and I bought Kate's half of the business. My two sons bought in the business with me. My mother lived with us until we moved to Kirtley. For lack of bedroom space she moved in with Earl and Mina a while, then with Len and Kate, and was staying at Dick and Lila's when she died in her sleep one afternoon. She passed away January 12, 1954.
We had four sons: Robert Heber (1943), Ralph W.(1945-2010), Stephen Wayne (1948) and Ronald Jed (1951); one daughter: Mary Katheryne (1954). And then Tami was born January 24, 1958. She is a Shoshone Bannock Indian. She was born in Pocatello. Four days later we went to Pocatello and brought her home and adopted her.
In 1965, I was ordained Patriarch by Mark E. Peterson and in 1983, I was given a leave. Katheryne and I were called on a mission to Illinois Peoria Mission for one year. We were called to work with part member families and to teach non-members.
Written by: Robert Wayne Stokes
Bob passed away January 30, 2003 and is buried in the Salmon Cemetery.
I spent my childhood on a dry farm on the east side of the Black Pine Valley. Times were tough and crops were poor. About 1919, they traded our small place in Bothwell, Utah for the Taggart place in Black Pine, Idaho. It had a nice spring of water and we could have a garden and raise some crops.
I went to school at Black Pine. My first grade teacher was Clara Fields. I went through the eighth grade in Black Pine and went to high school for one year in the Central High School at Thatcher, Idaho. I stayed with my sister Mildred, and her husband, David Anderson, that school year. When I was 68 years old, I studied and took the GED test. I received my High School Equivalency Diploma in 1982.
When I was a teenager about the only way we had to earn money was trapping coyotes and badgers and cutting cedar posts. I went to Stone Valley and worked on a farm during haying and harvest time.
My dad was a very good man and a patient person and a very hard worker. He used to say, "If you can't get a loaf, take a half." Wages were low but he always took good care of his family. For a few years he sheared sheep with Mother's brothers. He couldn't shear as fast as some but he always did a good job.
Sadness came to our family July 1, 1925 when my father passed away in Salt Lake City, Utah. He had been partially paralyzed after being bitten by a poison deer fly while he was a government trapper of predatory animals around the Black Pine area. He died of the disease called Tularemia. My mother told me before Dad's funeral that if I was a good boy I would be with my father again. I was ten years and seven months old. I have always remembered this and tried to live as he would have wanted me to. At the funeral of my father, near the close of the ceremony, an old man raised his hand and wanted to speak. He was William Pilkington, my grandmother Stokes' brother. He said he had lived with Martin Harris when a boy and borne testimony that Martin Harris said, "He had heard the voice of the Lord telling him the Book of Mormon was true, and that he be held an angel of God and he had handled the gold plates." This has always been a great testimony to me.
I received a mission call to the East Central States Mission at Louisville, Kentucky. I reported to the Mission home in Salt Lake City on 05 November 1934, my twentieth birthday. Just before I was to leave the Mission Home, I became very ill with yellow jaundice and had to go home for two weeks. I made the trip by train to Louisville and went to Paris, Tennessee where I met my first companion, Elder Stone, from Victor, Idaho. I was very glad to see him as I was afraid and homesick. My mother was a widow with just a small government pension to live on, but she supported me on the two year Mission. It cost $25 per month, not including clothing or train fare from Salt Lake City to Louisville, Kentucky and the Church paid my fare home.
In 1938 Earl, Dick and I came to Salmon on resettlement US program and bought a place across the Lemhi River, Just north of a town called the old Neyman Ranch. The ranch was 200 acres of hay and grain, and we had some sheep and cows with several horses. We started raising potatoes. In fact, Dick became quite an expert at raising them.
I was single when we moved to Salmon. I had gone with several young ladies since my mission, but nothing serious. After coming here, I looked around and finally became serious about Katheryne Whiting. She lived on a ranch about five miles up the Lemhi. We started going together in 1940 and married on October 18, 1941. We were married in the Logan Temple.
Our next move was on the bar to live with my mother as she was living alone at the time. In September 1942, I was combining grain on the last ranch up Fourth of July Creek and the ground was very steep - I tipped over the tractor and broke my back. I was planning on working the next day and I promised the Lord if he let me live, I would never work on another Sunday. He blessed me and I have never worked on Sunday again.
Earl, Dick and I divided our places in 1950. Len and I started a little co-op store in town, then bought a service station, Len and Kate lived in the home on the property. We built this business up and had both bulk gas and oil as well as in the pumps. We sold fertilizer, seeds and all kinds of feed for animals and many other farm supplies and hardware.
Len died in 1967, and I bought Kate's half of the business. My two sons bought in the business with me. My mother lived with us until we moved to Kirtley. For lack of bedroom space she moved in with Earl and Mina a while, then with Len and Kate, and was staying at Dick and Lila's when she died in her sleep one afternoon. She passed away January 12, 1954.
We had four sons: Robert Heber (1943), Ralph W.(1945-2010), Stephen Wayne (1948) and Ronald Jed (1951); one daughter: Mary Katheryne (1954). And then Tami was born January 24, 1958. She is a Shoshone Bannock Indian. She was born in Pocatello. Four days later we went to Pocatello and brought her home and adopted her.
In 1965, I was ordained Patriarch by Mark E. Peterson and in 1983, I was given a leave. Katheryne and I were called on a mission to Illinois Peoria Mission for one year. We were called to work with part member families and to teach non-members.
Written by: Robert Wayne Stokes
Bob passed away January 30, 2003 and is buried in the Salmon Cemetery.
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