Daughter of Sarah Elizabeth Luce & William Albert Beebe

Married Adam Rightenback Campbell 8 Feb 1874, Virgin City, Washington, Utah

Children - William Adam Campbell, Sarah Lorraine Campbell, Richard Albert Campbell, George Grant Campbell, Gilbert Campbell, Minnie Agnes Campbell, twin son Campbell, John Campbell, Fredrick Henry Campbell, Clara Melissa Campbell, Chleo Louisa Campbell, Lydia May Campbell, Arletta Alvira Campbell, Caroline Campbell

Lifesketch of Queen Elizabeth Beebe Campbell: Written by Clara Campbell Bower (10th child of Elizabeth & Adam) March 1980, when she was 90 years old.

Elizabeth Beebe was born Feb 16, 1856 in Bingham Fort - now Ogden, Utah to William Albert and Sarah Elizabeth Luce Beebe. When she was a small child her father was called, with several others, to settle "Dixie." I'm not sure whether they went to Kanab or Virgin. (This story is as I remember mother telling it.)

When mother was 8 years of age she went to help cook for men up the canyons from Kanab. As there was no "biffy" on the place, she went out behind a bush one morning and as she started to the house a big gray wolf was standing in her path. I think grandfather must have lived in Virgin and worked in the canyon near Kanab as I have heard more of Virgin.

My father was also called to help settle "Dixie." He was then married to his second wife, Emma Brewer. After much hardship, trying to build new homes, fighting Indians and building forts they began to get settled and have life a little easier when father's second wife died May 28, 1873, leaving him with five little girls the youngest one being 3 months old.

Father struggled with hardships and real busy taking care of his family for a year besides trying to make a home. After a year he married my mother. She was then 18 years of age, father was 36. They had a good life together. They continued living in Virgin until between 1881-1884 when they moved to Weston, Idaho with their family of nine children.

My grandfather and grandmother Campbell lived in Weston at that time and as they were aging they needed someone to care for the. Father was their only child. My mother's family was talented in music.

Mother was a beautiful singer, she always sang in the choir, often she sung the solo in the anthems they sang. Mother was a very kind friendly person, father always said of her, "to know her was to love her." Often we had company for Sunday dinner, father and other loved to entertain the Stake visitors.

My parents always raised food for their family, also had a year's supply stored. They always had plenty for everyone who chanced to stop by at meal time, and plenty to share with others who were less fortunate. Mother was an excellent cook and loved serving others. There were many people in the community who seemed to feel if they had a sickness or trouble that if they could get in touch with "Sister Campbell" all would be well.

Mother's health was not the best, but she was always glad to take care of someone who needed her. I remember some of the times she would have weeks of suffering with `milk leg." I remember once when her pain was so severe. Father was away. Fred and I were with her and we were so frightened. We kneeled by her chair and prayed for her and we were so happy when the pain eased. My mother loved life, when she was well enough, she always accompanied us to the dances. She loved to dance and she loved to sing. She always wanted to know where her children were.

I remember one evening I had gone to Elocution class, for some reason they didn't have class. Some of the kids went skating but since the pond was a mile or more from town I thought I had better not go there but went instead with some of the others to a party where there were no parents at home. We were having a wonderful time, when I heard a knock at the door and my mother's voice say, "Is my little girl here?". Of course, I was very busy getting my coat. We had a nice walk home and I found how mother felt about my going without permission.

We had an orchard containing many varieties of apples, pears and plums, also bushes and bushes of gooseberries, currants and raspberries. I can picture her sitting on a stool picking, day after day then when they were stemmed and ready, some were canned fresh, some made into jelly and jam. How good they were. It seemed mother always picked the currents and gooseberries, the raspberries was an easier job so she let the girls do that. We loved to help her with the canning which went on until late fall. In those days instead of freezing fruit and vegetables they were spread on a scaffold, covered with gauze to dry in the sun. We were always so busy, no wonder we were happy.

During my years in grade school I remember always walking home at noon to find a nice hot meal waiting. After dinner we returned to school, sometimes mother would pile the dishes for us to wash after school and she would spend the afternoon sewing or quilting or doing Relief society work--as she was a counselor in Relief society, besides all of these tasks mother always knitted our stockings.

In the fall of 1903 Fred and Minnie went to school at the Oneida Stake Academy in Presto. That left Father with one boy at home so I willingly took Fred's place as chore boy. We got along fine, but when spring came I was so happy to have Fred home again to share my secrets. Fred and I were always so close.

The next year 1904 Fred had no desire to go back to school. Mother, always anxious that her children should have all the advantages of education, thought I should go to school with Minnie. Of course, I was anxious to go--until we got settled, then I began to be homesick, the longer I stayed the worse I felt. I guess I wasn't old enough to be away from my mother.

In December my eldest brother Albert was working away from home helping to build a canal to get water onto the dry farms in the Weston, Presto and Dayton areas. He contracted typhoid fever from which he died. This was very hard on my mother. She seemed to grieve so through the winter; Mother became ill about the first of April.

I had 3 younger sisters and as Minnie was trying to finish serving so she could graduate in the spring, I was glad to go home to see if I could help I have always felt grateful that I could go home then. I am glad for the time I had with Mother then.

I had taken a few music lessons and sometimes she would ask me to play a hymn. It frightened me to see her so ill. It seemed that in spite of all the Dr. did for her was no help. She grew steadily worse. She passed away Sunday April 30, 1905. I was then 15 years old and I felt that no one ever needed their mother as badly as I.