daughter of Julia Ann McGuire & John B. Dunn, married David E. Lindsay, 11 children: Julia, David, Joel, Priscilla, Rachel, John, Fannie, Charlotte, Catherine, Charles, LaVon.
Obituary and Tribute to Charlotte Ann Dunn Lindsay
Given December 12, 1948, By Violet B. Mangus
You have no idea how much I feel this responsibility today; how inadaquate my powers of expression seem in trying to summarize the life of another of our great pioneers whom we all loved and admired so much. I know in your heart and mind you are each paying a tribute far greater than words of mine.
It seems appropriate to me and typical of her life that the sun should came up brightly this morning and that a storm should came this afteernoon!
If your religion means anything at all to you today, then you believe that this will be one of the happiest Christmases - in Heaven! A year ago when Grandma Lindsay first became seriously ill she was ready and willing to go and she didn't see why "Pa" didn't came for her; Lottie satisfied her with the beautiful explanation that perhaps "Pa" didn't have her house finished, there needed to be a few more shingles on the roof.
Now Pa has finished the hosue and came for his bride - and what a mansion he must have builded fore her!
Charlotte Ann Dunn Lindsay was born April 4, 1856, the daughter of John and Julia McQuire Dunn. Her earliest history is recorded thus: "The 10th of April, 1864, two families, Mrs. Meranda Campbell and her two sons, and Mr. and Mrs. John Dun and their daughters, Charlotte Ann, Harriet Amelia, and Permelia and their nephew James Dunn started from Providence, Utah with one wagon and two yoke of oxen each and a few stock cattle." At the end of the trek John Dunn built the first house in Bloomington, Utah.
When she was 16 she met the man who was to become her husband and when she was 18 they were married and she records: "We moved into a small room and kept house. You would have laughed to see us in our one room and homemade furniture it was not much but we were happy."
Eleven children came to bless this union.
Tragedy first entered their home in Deweyville; the oldest child Julia, and the third child, a baby of nine months, died during a diptheria epidemic and were buried 19 days apart, leaving only the second child David.
They then moved to Bear Lake, Idaho where they lived for twenty-years and eight children were born. They had not pospered the last three years of that time, the squirrels stripped the fields and left them bare, and so they decided to come to the Big Horn Basin in 1900 - a famly with nine children to settle down in a barren spot and with courage and the skill of their hands to build a home and a new way of life for themselves. The way was not easy and she helped to water the blooming rose with her tears, but not for long!
She watched the last shovel of dirt being taken from the canal before the water came thru; she saw her home take form and shape; they helped to build the church and take part in the pleasures and duties of a pioneer community. With our cars and conveniences and our families of two or three we often don't have the time accept responsibility in the church but she had time with her family duties, soap making , lye making, cording of wool and making of clothes, to give devoted attention to the duties of the Relief Society, caring for the sick, burying the dead, and cheering the living.
On Dec. 28, 1907 tragedy struck again; her husband was killed in a snow slide at Kerwin, Wyoming at 4:15 on a Saturday evening. Time and time again in the years that followed death came to her home; her daughter Katie died in Omaha leaving a husband and a 4 - year old boy and they brought her home to be buried. Her son Charles, at the height of his young career, was drowned just a short way over the hill from her home; Lavon, who was her baby girl of 8 - years at the time the father was taken, passed away in 1924 leaving her hausbnd and two children. She comforted her daugther Lottie when her husband died during the flu epidemic and she gathered her and her two fatherless children to her heart and to her home. Early this year Charlie's only son died an accidental death in Japan, and always she grieved when her children must bury their dead.
Tragedy and trouble yes -- and she didn't always see the justice of God in his acts but she could raise her head, forget herself in service to others, and laugh to cover her tears! The more rugged the slope the more effort the climber must make, and Charlotte Lindsay was a climber!
We understand the lessons of life only after we have passed thru them and so Charlotte Lindsay had an understanding heart; she who had known the thirll of marriage knew widowhood for 40 years, but she could laugh, and dance, and be merry; her tears and smiles' philosphy endeared her to everyone and gave courage in time of need, Dr. Coulston called on her one evening and said "I know you don't need me but I need you. Talk to me a while and say your poem "I'm getting old and Gray." She could get a laugh when no one else could at the same time dealing out homey bits of philosophy with her keen mind and ready wit.
She taught her family patience, fortitude, industry, honesty, and faith in God; she was well pleased with her children and rewarded thruout her life with their love and devotion. She never had any in-laws; they became her chldren and she loved them.
She was an artist, skilled in the art of homemaking; neat and clean, her stove glistening with polish, braided rugs on the floor, and her beautiful handwork every where; her home, a place where love abounds.
Her religion was a vital force in her everyday life. To her testimony meeting wasn't a place to sit and wait for time to pass but a place to garner her couarage, rise to her feet and with head held high and tears in her voice "Praise God from who all blessings flow."
It isn't how old you are but how you are old and Grandma Lindsay was never old. Last Summer, 92 years old, she gave a mellon bust for the neighborhhood children and chuckled and shared all their fun. Queen and common full of charm and grace, she mixed with all ages and all peoples with equal enjoyment; devoid of all pretense, only wanting to be a human being.
Laughter and service was the Key to her Happiness -- she came a long way from the trek with the oxen to the airplane ride on her 90th birthday.
She passed away on Dec. 10 at the home of Eldon and Lottie Walker; she leaves to cherish her memory. her daughters, Janie Hauck of Montpelier, Idaho. Fanny Wolz of Byron, Millie Robison of Vaughn, Montana and Lottie Walker of Powell, and John D. of Rivera, California, all of whom were at her bedside; three brothers, Wm. and Jesse Dunn of Montipelier and Brady Dunn of Lotus, Utah; 37 grandchildren and 7- great -grandchldren.
With you I say goodbye to one of the sweetest friends I every had and leave with you a bit of her philosophy -
Lord I've had a sight of trouble,
I ain't said I ain't:
I've had reason and double
for complaints.
Life ain't been no bed of roses
Sun and shadder all the way,
But say "Ain't it fine, today?"
Obituary and Tribute to Charlotte Ann Dunn Lindsay
Given December 12, 1948, By Violet B. Mangus
You have no idea how much I feel this responsibility today; how inadaquate my powers of expression seem in trying to summarize the life of another of our great pioneers whom we all loved and admired so much. I know in your heart and mind you are each paying a tribute far greater than words of mine.
It seems appropriate to me and typical of her life that the sun should came up brightly this morning and that a storm should came this afteernoon!
If your religion means anything at all to you today, then you believe that this will be one of the happiest Christmases - in Heaven! A year ago when Grandma Lindsay first became seriously ill she was ready and willing to go and she didn't see why "Pa" didn't came for her; Lottie satisfied her with the beautiful explanation that perhaps "Pa" didn't have her house finished, there needed to be a few more shingles on the roof.
Now Pa has finished the hosue and came for his bride - and what a mansion he must have builded fore her!
Charlotte Ann Dunn Lindsay was born April 4, 1856, the daughter of John and Julia McQuire Dunn. Her earliest history is recorded thus: "The 10th of April, 1864, two families, Mrs. Meranda Campbell and her two sons, and Mr. and Mrs. John Dun and their daughters, Charlotte Ann, Harriet Amelia, and Permelia and their nephew James Dunn started from Providence, Utah with one wagon and two yoke of oxen each and a few stock cattle." At the end of the trek John Dunn built the first house in Bloomington, Utah.
When she was 16 she met the man who was to become her husband and when she was 18 they were married and she records: "We moved into a small room and kept house. You would have laughed to see us in our one room and homemade furniture it was not much but we were happy."
Eleven children came to bless this union.
Tragedy first entered their home in Deweyville; the oldest child Julia, and the third child, a baby of nine months, died during a diptheria epidemic and were buried 19 days apart, leaving only the second child David.
They then moved to Bear Lake, Idaho where they lived for twenty-years and eight children were born. They had not pospered the last three years of that time, the squirrels stripped the fields and left them bare, and so they decided to come to the Big Horn Basin in 1900 - a famly with nine children to settle down in a barren spot and with courage and the skill of their hands to build a home and a new way of life for themselves. The way was not easy and she helped to water the blooming rose with her tears, but not for long!
She watched the last shovel of dirt being taken from the canal before the water came thru; she saw her home take form and shape; they helped to build the church and take part in the pleasures and duties of a pioneer community. With our cars and conveniences and our families of two or three we often don't have the time accept responsibility in the church but she had time with her family duties, soap making , lye making, cording of wool and making of clothes, to give devoted attention to the duties of the Relief Society, caring for the sick, burying the dead, and cheering the living.
On Dec. 28, 1907 tragedy struck again; her husband was killed in a snow slide at Kerwin, Wyoming at 4:15 on a Saturday evening. Time and time again in the years that followed death came to her home; her daughter Katie died in Omaha leaving a husband and a 4 - year old boy and they brought her home to be buried. Her son Charles, at the height of his young career, was drowned just a short way over the hill from her home; Lavon, who was her baby girl of 8 - years at the time the father was taken, passed away in 1924 leaving her hausbnd and two children. She comforted her daugther Lottie when her husband died during the flu epidemic and she gathered her and her two fatherless children to her heart and to her home. Early this year Charlie's only son died an accidental death in Japan, and always she grieved when her children must bury their dead.
Tragedy and trouble yes -- and she didn't always see the justice of God in his acts but she could raise her head, forget herself in service to others, and laugh to cover her tears! The more rugged the slope the more effort the climber must make, and Charlotte Lindsay was a climber!
We understand the lessons of life only after we have passed thru them and so Charlotte Lindsay had an understanding heart; she who had known the thirll of marriage knew widowhood for 40 years, but she could laugh, and dance, and be merry; her tears and smiles' philosphy endeared her to everyone and gave courage in time of need, Dr. Coulston called on her one evening and said "I know you don't need me but I need you. Talk to me a while and say your poem "I'm getting old and Gray." She could get a laugh when no one else could at the same time dealing out homey bits of philosophy with her keen mind and ready wit.
She taught her family patience, fortitude, industry, honesty, and faith in God; she was well pleased with her children and rewarded thruout her life with their love and devotion. She never had any in-laws; they became her chldren and she loved them.
She was an artist, skilled in the art of homemaking; neat and clean, her stove glistening with polish, braided rugs on the floor, and her beautiful handwork every where; her home, a place where love abounds.
Her religion was a vital force in her everyday life. To her testimony meeting wasn't a place to sit and wait for time to pass but a place to garner her couarage, rise to her feet and with head held high and tears in her voice "Praise God from who all blessings flow."
It isn't how old you are but how you are old and Grandma Lindsay was never old. Last Summer, 92 years old, she gave a mellon bust for the neighborhhood children and chuckled and shared all their fun. Queen and common full of charm and grace, she mixed with all ages and all peoples with equal enjoyment; devoid of all pretense, only wanting to be a human being.
Laughter and service was the Key to her Happiness -- she came a long way from the trek with the oxen to the airplane ride on her 90th birthday.
She passed away on Dec. 10 at the home of Eldon and Lottie Walker; she leaves to cherish her memory. her daughters, Janie Hauck of Montpelier, Idaho. Fanny Wolz of Byron, Millie Robison of Vaughn, Montana and Lottie Walker of Powell, and John D. of Rivera, California, all of whom were at her bedside; three brothers, Wm. and Jesse Dunn of Montipelier and Brady Dunn of Lotus, Utah; 37 grandchildren and 7- great -grandchldren.
With you I say goodbye to one of the sweetest friends I every had and leave with you a bit of her philosophy -
Lord I've had a sight of trouble,
I ain't said I ain't:
I've had reason and double
for complaints.
Life ain't been no bed of roses
Sun and shadder all the way,
But say "Ain't it fine, today?"
daughter of Julia Ann McGuire & John B. Dunn, married David E. Lindsay, 11 children: Julia, David, Joel, Priscilla, Rachel, John, Fannie, Charlotte, Catherine, Charles, LaVon.
Obituary and Tribute to Charlotte Ann Dunn Lindsay
Given December 12, 1948, By Violet B. Mangus
You have no idea how much I feel this responsibility today; how inadaquate my powers of expression seem in trying to summarize the life of another of our great pioneers whom we all loved and admired so much. I know in your heart and mind you are each paying a tribute far greater than words of mine.
It seems appropriate to me and typical of her life that the sun should came up brightly this morning and that a storm should came this afteernoon!
If your religion means anything at all to you today, then you believe that this will be one of the happiest Christmases - in Heaven! A year ago when Grandma Lindsay first became seriously ill she was ready and willing to go and she didn't see why "Pa" didn't came for her; Lottie satisfied her with the beautiful explanation that perhaps "Pa" didn't have her house finished, there needed to be a few more shingles on the roof.
Now Pa has finished the hosue and came for his bride - and what a mansion he must have builded fore her!
Charlotte Ann Dunn Lindsay was born April 4, 1856, the daughter of John and Julia McQuire Dunn. Her earliest history is recorded thus: "The 10th of April, 1864, two families, Mrs. Meranda Campbell and her two sons, and Mr. and Mrs. John Dun and their daughters, Charlotte Ann, Harriet Amelia, and Permelia and their nephew James Dunn started from Providence, Utah with one wagon and two yoke of oxen each and a few stock cattle." At the end of the trek John Dunn built the first house in Bloomington, Utah.
When she was 16 she met the man who was to become her husband and when she was 18 they were married and she records: "We moved into a small room and kept house. You would have laughed to see us in our one room and homemade furniture it was not much but we were happy."
Eleven children came to bless this union.
Tragedy first entered their home in Deweyville; the oldest child Julia, and the third child, a baby of nine months, died during a diptheria epidemic and were buried 19 days apart, leaving only the second child David.
They then moved to Bear Lake, Idaho where they lived for twenty-years and eight children were born. They had not pospered the last three years of that time, the squirrels stripped the fields and left them bare, and so they decided to come to the Big Horn Basin in 1900 - a famly with nine children to settle down in a barren spot and with courage and the skill of their hands to build a home and a new way of life for themselves. The way was not easy and she helped to water the blooming rose with her tears, but not for long!
She watched the last shovel of dirt being taken from the canal before the water came thru; she saw her home take form and shape; they helped to build the church and take part in the pleasures and duties of a pioneer community. With our cars and conveniences and our families of two or three we often don't have the time accept responsibility in the church but she had time with her family duties, soap making , lye making, cording of wool and making of clothes, to give devoted attention to the duties of the Relief Society, caring for the sick, burying the dead, and cheering the living.
On Dec. 28, 1907 tragedy struck again; her husband was killed in a snow slide at Kerwin, Wyoming at 4:15 on a Saturday evening. Time and time again in the years that followed death came to her home; her daughter Katie died in Omaha leaving a husband and a 4 - year old boy and they brought her home to be buried. Her son Charles, at the height of his young career, was drowned just a short way over the hill from her home; Lavon, who was her baby girl of 8 - years at the time the father was taken, passed away in 1924 leaving her hausbnd and two children. She comforted her daugther Lottie when her husband died during the flu epidemic and she gathered her and her two fatherless children to her heart and to her home. Early this year Charlie's only son died an accidental death in Japan, and always she grieved when her children must bury their dead.
Tragedy and trouble yes -- and she didn't always see the justice of God in his acts but she could raise her head, forget herself in service to others, and laugh to cover her tears! The more rugged the slope the more effort the climber must make, and Charlotte Lindsay was a climber!
We understand the lessons of life only after we have passed thru them and so Charlotte Lindsay had an understanding heart; she who had known the thirll of marriage knew widowhood for 40 years, but she could laugh, and dance, and be merry; her tears and smiles' philosphy endeared her to everyone and gave courage in time of need, Dr. Coulston called on her one evening and said "I know you don't need me but I need you. Talk to me a while and say your poem "I'm getting old and Gray." She could get a laugh when no one else could at the same time dealing out homey bits of philosophy with her keen mind and ready wit.
She taught her family patience, fortitude, industry, honesty, and faith in God; she was well pleased with her children and rewarded thruout her life with their love and devotion. She never had any in-laws; they became her chldren and she loved them.
She was an artist, skilled in the art of homemaking; neat and clean, her stove glistening with polish, braided rugs on the floor, and her beautiful handwork every where; her home, a place where love abounds.
Her religion was a vital force in her everyday life. To her testimony meeting wasn't a place to sit and wait for time to pass but a place to garner her couarage, rise to her feet and with head held high and tears in her voice "Praise God from who all blessings flow."
It isn't how old you are but how you are old and Grandma Lindsay was never old. Last Summer, 92 years old, she gave a mellon bust for the neighborhhood children and chuckled and shared all their fun. Queen and common full of charm and grace, she mixed with all ages and all peoples with equal enjoyment; devoid of all pretense, only wanting to be a human being.
Laughter and service was the Key to her Happiness -- she came a long way from the trek with the oxen to the airplane ride on her 90th birthday.
She passed away on Dec. 10 at the home of Eldon and Lottie Walker; she leaves to cherish her memory. her daughters, Janie Hauck of Montpelier, Idaho. Fanny Wolz of Byron, Millie Robison of Vaughn, Montana and Lottie Walker of Powell, and John D. of Rivera, California, all of whom were at her bedside; three brothers, Wm. and Jesse Dunn of Montipelier and Brady Dunn of Lotus, Utah; 37 grandchildren and 7- great -grandchldren.
With you I say goodbye to one of the sweetest friends I every had and leave with you a bit of her philosophy -
Lord I've had a sight of trouble,
I ain't said I ain't:
I've had reason and double
for complaints.
Life ain't been no bed of roses
Sun and shadder all the way,
But say "Ain't it fine, today?"
Obituary and Tribute to Charlotte Ann Dunn Lindsay
Given December 12, 1948, By Violet B. Mangus
You have no idea how much I feel this responsibility today; how inadaquate my powers of expression seem in trying to summarize the life of another of our great pioneers whom we all loved and admired so much. I know in your heart and mind you are each paying a tribute far greater than words of mine.
It seems appropriate to me and typical of her life that the sun should came up brightly this morning and that a storm should came this afteernoon!
If your religion means anything at all to you today, then you believe that this will be one of the happiest Christmases - in Heaven! A year ago when Grandma Lindsay first became seriously ill she was ready and willing to go and she didn't see why "Pa" didn't came for her; Lottie satisfied her with the beautiful explanation that perhaps "Pa" didn't have her house finished, there needed to be a few more shingles on the roof.
Now Pa has finished the hosue and came for his bride - and what a mansion he must have builded fore her!
Charlotte Ann Dunn Lindsay was born April 4, 1856, the daughter of John and Julia McQuire Dunn. Her earliest history is recorded thus: "The 10th of April, 1864, two families, Mrs. Meranda Campbell and her two sons, and Mr. and Mrs. John Dun and their daughters, Charlotte Ann, Harriet Amelia, and Permelia and their nephew James Dunn started from Providence, Utah with one wagon and two yoke of oxen each and a few stock cattle." At the end of the trek John Dunn built the first house in Bloomington, Utah.
When she was 16 she met the man who was to become her husband and when she was 18 they were married and she records: "We moved into a small room and kept house. You would have laughed to see us in our one room and homemade furniture it was not much but we were happy."
Eleven children came to bless this union.
Tragedy first entered their home in Deweyville; the oldest child Julia, and the third child, a baby of nine months, died during a diptheria epidemic and were buried 19 days apart, leaving only the second child David.
They then moved to Bear Lake, Idaho where they lived for twenty-years and eight children were born. They had not pospered the last three years of that time, the squirrels stripped the fields and left them bare, and so they decided to come to the Big Horn Basin in 1900 - a famly with nine children to settle down in a barren spot and with courage and the skill of their hands to build a home and a new way of life for themselves. The way was not easy and she helped to water the blooming rose with her tears, but not for long!
She watched the last shovel of dirt being taken from the canal before the water came thru; she saw her home take form and shape; they helped to build the church and take part in the pleasures and duties of a pioneer community. With our cars and conveniences and our families of two or three we often don't have the time accept responsibility in the church but she had time with her family duties, soap making , lye making, cording of wool and making of clothes, to give devoted attention to the duties of the Relief Society, caring for the sick, burying the dead, and cheering the living.
On Dec. 28, 1907 tragedy struck again; her husband was killed in a snow slide at Kerwin, Wyoming at 4:15 on a Saturday evening. Time and time again in the years that followed death came to her home; her daughter Katie died in Omaha leaving a husband and a 4 - year old boy and they brought her home to be buried. Her son Charles, at the height of his young career, was drowned just a short way over the hill from her home; Lavon, who was her baby girl of 8 - years at the time the father was taken, passed away in 1924 leaving her hausbnd and two children. She comforted her daugther Lottie when her husband died during the flu epidemic and she gathered her and her two fatherless children to her heart and to her home. Early this year Charlie's only son died an accidental death in Japan, and always she grieved when her children must bury their dead.
Tragedy and trouble yes -- and she didn't always see the justice of God in his acts but she could raise her head, forget herself in service to others, and laugh to cover her tears! The more rugged the slope the more effort the climber must make, and Charlotte Lindsay was a climber!
We understand the lessons of life only after we have passed thru them and so Charlotte Lindsay had an understanding heart; she who had known the thirll of marriage knew widowhood for 40 years, but she could laugh, and dance, and be merry; her tears and smiles' philosphy endeared her to everyone and gave courage in time of need, Dr. Coulston called on her one evening and said "I know you don't need me but I need you. Talk to me a while and say your poem "I'm getting old and Gray." She could get a laugh when no one else could at the same time dealing out homey bits of philosophy with her keen mind and ready wit.
She taught her family patience, fortitude, industry, honesty, and faith in God; she was well pleased with her children and rewarded thruout her life with their love and devotion. She never had any in-laws; they became her chldren and she loved them.
She was an artist, skilled in the art of homemaking; neat and clean, her stove glistening with polish, braided rugs on the floor, and her beautiful handwork every where; her home, a place where love abounds.
Her religion was a vital force in her everyday life. To her testimony meeting wasn't a place to sit and wait for time to pass but a place to garner her couarage, rise to her feet and with head held high and tears in her voice "Praise God from who all blessings flow."
It isn't how old you are but how you are old and Grandma Lindsay was never old. Last Summer, 92 years old, she gave a mellon bust for the neighborhhood children and chuckled and shared all their fun. Queen and common full of charm and grace, she mixed with all ages and all peoples with equal enjoyment; devoid of all pretense, only wanting to be a human being.
Laughter and service was the Key to her Happiness -- she came a long way from the trek with the oxen to the airplane ride on her 90th birthday.
She passed away on Dec. 10 at the home of Eldon and Lottie Walker; she leaves to cherish her memory. her daughters, Janie Hauck of Montpelier, Idaho. Fanny Wolz of Byron, Millie Robison of Vaughn, Montana and Lottie Walker of Powell, and John D. of Rivera, California, all of whom were at her bedside; three brothers, Wm. and Jesse Dunn of Montipelier and Brady Dunn of Lotus, Utah; 37 grandchildren and 7- great -grandchldren.
With you I say goodbye to one of the sweetest friends I every had and leave with you a bit of her philosophy -
Lord I've had a sight of trouble,
I ain't said I ain't:
I've had reason and double
for complaints.
Life ain't been no bed of roses
Sun and shadder all the way,
But say "Ain't it fine, today?"
Family Members
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Juley Ann Lindsay
1875–1879
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David Dunn Lindsay
1876–1952
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Joel Dunn Lindsay
1878–1879
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Priscilla Jane Lindsay Hauck
1880–1974
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Rachel Permilla "Millie" Lindsay Robison
1882–1983
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John Daniel Lindsay
1885–1962
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Fannie Lindsay Wolz
1887–1982
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Charlotte Lindsay Walker
1889–1971
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Catherine Lindsay Oviatt
1892–1918
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Charles Lindsay
1895–1931
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LaVon Lindsay Walker
1899–1924
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