Antonette Marie Olsen was a daughter of Christine Halverson and Christian Olsen.
Antonette married Christian Frederick Bernhard Lybbert March 10, 1866 in the Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Utah.
They had eleven children: Jacob (Jake)Norman Lybbert, Charles Joachim Lybbert, Waldemar Christian Lybbert, Daniel Everett Lybbert, Esther Lybbert, John Isaac Lybbert, Emma Theresa Lybbert, Rachel Christine Lybbert, Mary Sophia Elizabeth Lybbert and Enoch Christian Lybbert.
Antonette, 87, of Naples, died at her residence of 45 years.
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OUR PIONEERS
Mrs. Anthonette Olsen Lybbert
This life sketch which follows Mrs. Lybbert wrote herself in 1924.
I was born in Christania Norway January 16, 1845. I was the first born child of Christian Olsen and Christine Nielson Olsen.
I learned to read before I was five years old I do not know that anyone taught me how, but I cannot remember the time when I could not read. This made school very easy for me.
I attended a Lutheran school in Chrisitania, Norway. One day my teacher said to his pupils "The Mormon missionaries are in England. They are also intending to come to Norway. You must not go to hear them speak. I was only a child of eight years old when I heard this remark. With my whole heart. I resented it and said in my soul, "I will go to hear them". I was hungering after righteousness and the spirit was my guide.
Before I was ten years old I prepared for work and earning I wished to do my bit toward making a living in Norway. It was very difficult to get a living there and everybody had to work hard I recived work in the factory. My job was to hand threads to the girl who threaded the harness in the loom I worked in the factory from six o'clock in the morning till 9 o'clock at night. You can't imagine what a struggle for bread the people of Norway had during those days.
At the factory I was treated very kindly for about seven years. When I joined the church my former friends in the factory turned against me and became my enemies. I left them. The following day I found work in another factory.
In those days when people were babtized into the church it had to be done secretly. One night my parents were babtized when they arrived home they asked me if I would like to be I told them years. At 2 o'clock in the night I was babtized in the ocean. It was the winter time and while hurrying home my clothes froze to me I was sixteen years old then.
I stayed in the factory working until I became twenty years of age when I immigrated to Utah.
My preparation for the journey to Utah was very simple, Father bought me a raw trunk. In it I placed a few simple pieces of underwear. I had two dresses and one pair of shoes.
I walked from a point near Florence, Nebraska to Salt Lake City. Before I had walked three hundred miles my shoes were entirely gone; I offered to trade my dress for a pair of shoes. The lady whom I made this offer had several pairs of shoes left among the belongings of her two sisters who had died on the way, but she refuesed my offer saying that she would need the shoes later on. From then on I walked in my stockings. Each night I mended them. I walked through the deep sand for miles and miles. The cactus patches hurt my feet.
I ate no supper the entire journey as there are none to be had. For breakfast I had a biscuit and a cup of black coffee. At noon I had even less than this.
At night I lay down on the sand with my bag under my head for a pillow. I had no quilt whatsoever.
We could not dance round the camp fire after song and prayer in the evening. We might have done so, but the members of our company were so tired and hungry that they were glad for the rest.
When a person died on the plains they dug a hole and buried the person. It hurt me terribly to hear of this, but usually kept away from the scene of the burial.
A young girl of about 17 walked beside me. She had been ill and feeble but this day she was happy. By accident a stampede of cattle started. She was instantly killed I saw her buried.
I was so prayerful that I even prayed in my sleep. I was afraid least the Indians might come and shoot down the guard.
When I undertook to cross the plains I resolved to have a peaceable agreeable spirit from the beginning to the end of our journey. I did not want to be rebellious or quarrelsome in any way. I prayed that I might not succomb to the weakness that beset the ancient Israelites. I was very humble and prayerful. I did not petition God in vain. I can truly say I was not angry once during the trip. I walked every step of the entire journey except one forenoon when I was very sick with a fearful pain in my leg.
One thing I can say about the plains we starved all of us, shamefully part of the time. A good many young men died I think it was lack of food. I was already used to hunger in Norway. Therefore I could stand it better across the plains.
I arrived a foot in Salt Lake City and went to bed without any supper. Next morning several persons came to camp with food. A woman gave me a cup of hot gruel. A man took me to Bishop Hunter's place. They needed me to help them do their work.
I was not happy at all in Utah at first I was a stranger and did not know the language I knew but the names of common objects such as chair, table, cup, book, but I could not connect these words into sentences. In the eyes of my acquaintances I was only a very poor immigrant girl.
My experience in the factory in Norway proved a great blessing to me when I came to Utah. Indeed I did here everyone of them did not know how to make it. One day passing brother Bonell's house in Salt Lake City I inquired for work. He was an expert weaver, Said he to me "You have run the automatic loom in the factory in Norway, why can you not run a handloom? He showed me how. In a few moments he convinced me that I could work a handloom swift and true I worked for him all summer and fall.
The next winter I went to live in North Ogden. Here I wove over 300 yards of flannel and lindsay folks there rejoiced that I could do this useful work. I soon learned how to card and spin. For years I never lacked for clothing even when others were lacking. I could card, spin and weave for myself and children and I did plenty of it. I made all the clothing my family needed for many many years. I made sguirts, trousers, coats, overcoats, dresses and blankets.
A grey lindsey dress with a white laundered collar and a pretty ribbon bow looked gentel. That was usually my Sunday dress and it was the work of my own hands.
It gladdens my heart to remember and know that my children never went ragged. Of course I patched a great deal and the beauty of it all was I had plenty of material on hand with which to patch.
I was married March 10, 1966 to Christian Frederich Bernard Lybbert in the Salt Lake Endowment House. I accepted the principle of plural marriage with clean hands. I kept my place in the family and worked for the best good of all concerned.
My several homes during early married life were as follows North Ogden, Brigham, Spring City, Sanpete County and Levan. When my oldest child was twelve years old we moved from Levan to Ashley Valley. Here we secured a big, beautiful farm. Here I raised by large family of six boys and four girls. One girl dieing in infancy.
I was twenty-two years old when my first child was born and forty-five when the last one came.
Several years ago I resolved to move to Logan and work in the Logan Temple. Up to date I have been endowed for three thousand souls.
--AUNT NETTIE LYBBERT
-Vernal Express, June 2, 9, and 16, 1932, transcribed by Rhonda Holton
Antonette married Christian Frederick Bernhard Lybbert March 10, 1866 in the Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Utah.
They had eleven children: Jacob (Jake)Norman Lybbert, Charles Joachim Lybbert, Waldemar Christian Lybbert, Daniel Everett Lybbert, Esther Lybbert, John Isaac Lybbert, Emma Theresa Lybbert, Rachel Christine Lybbert, Mary Sophia Elizabeth Lybbert and Enoch Christian Lybbert.
Antonette, 87, of Naples, died at her residence of 45 years.
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OUR PIONEERS
Mrs. Anthonette Olsen Lybbert
This life sketch which follows Mrs. Lybbert wrote herself in 1924.
I was born in Christania Norway January 16, 1845. I was the first born child of Christian Olsen and Christine Nielson Olsen.
I learned to read before I was five years old I do not know that anyone taught me how, but I cannot remember the time when I could not read. This made school very easy for me.
I attended a Lutheran school in Chrisitania, Norway. One day my teacher said to his pupils "The Mormon missionaries are in England. They are also intending to come to Norway. You must not go to hear them speak. I was only a child of eight years old when I heard this remark. With my whole heart. I resented it and said in my soul, "I will go to hear them". I was hungering after righteousness and the spirit was my guide.
Before I was ten years old I prepared for work and earning I wished to do my bit toward making a living in Norway. It was very difficult to get a living there and everybody had to work hard I recived work in the factory. My job was to hand threads to the girl who threaded the harness in the loom I worked in the factory from six o'clock in the morning till 9 o'clock at night. You can't imagine what a struggle for bread the people of Norway had during those days.
At the factory I was treated very kindly for about seven years. When I joined the church my former friends in the factory turned against me and became my enemies. I left them. The following day I found work in another factory.
In those days when people were babtized into the church it had to be done secretly. One night my parents were babtized when they arrived home they asked me if I would like to be I told them years. At 2 o'clock in the night I was babtized in the ocean. It was the winter time and while hurrying home my clothes froze to me I was sixteen years old then.
I stayed in the factory working until I became twenty years of age when I immigrated to Utah.
My preparation for the journey to Utah was very simple, Father bought me a raw trunk. In it I placed a few simple pieces of underwear. I had two dresses and one pair of shoes.
I walked from a point near Florence, Nebraska to Salt Lake City. Before I had walked three hundred miles my shoes were entirely gone; I offered to trade my dress for a pair of shoes. The lady whom I made this offer had several pairs of shoes left among the belongings of her two sisters who had died on the way, but she refuesed my offer saying that she would need the shoes later on. From then on I walked in my stockings. Each night I mended them. I walked through the deep sand for miles and miles. The cactus patches hurt my feet.
I ate no supper the entire journey as there are none to be had. For breakfast I had a biscuit and a cup of black coffee. At noon I had even less than this.
At night I lay down on the sand with my bag under my head for a pillow. I had no quilt whatsoever.
We could not dance round the camp fire after song and prayer in the evening. We might have done so, but the members of our company were so tired and hungry that they were glad for the rest.
When a person died on the plains they dug a hole and buried the person. It hurt me terribly to hear of this, but usually kept away from the scene of the burial.
A young girl of about 17 walked beside me. She had been ill and feeble but this day she was happy. By accident a stampede of cattle started. She was instantly killed I saw her buried.
I was so prayerful that I even prayed in my sleep. I was afraid least the Indians might come and shoot down the guard.
When I undertook to cross the plains I resolved to have a peaceable agreeable spirit from the beginning to the end of our journey. I did not want to be rebellious or quarrelsome in any way. I prayed that I might not succomb to the weakness that beset the ancient Israelites. I was very humble and prayerful. I did not petition God in vain. I can truly say I was not angry once during the trip. I walked every step of the entire journey except one forenoon when I was very sick with a fearful pain in my leg.
One thing I can say about the plains we starved all of us, shamefully part of the time. A good many young men died I think it was lack of food. I was already used to hunger in Norway. Therefore I could stand it better across the plains.
I arrived a foot in Salt Lake City and went to bed without any supper. Next morning several persons came to camp with food. A woman gave me a cup of hot gruel. A man took me to Bishop Hunter's place. They needed me to help them do their work.
I was not happy at all in Utah at first I was a stranger and did not know the language I knew but the names of common objects such as chair, table, cup, book, but I could not connect these words into sentences. In the eyes of my acquaintances I was only a very poor immigrant girl.
My experience in the factory in Norway proved a great blessing to me when I came to Utah. Indeed I did here everyone of them did not know how to make it. One day passing brother Bonell's house in Salt Lake City I inquired for work. He was an expert weaver, Said he to me "You have run the automatic loom in the factory in Norway, why can you not run a handloom? He showed me how. In a few moments he convinced me that I could work a handloom swift and true I worked for him all summer and fall.
The next winter I went to live in North Ogden. Here I wove over 300 yards of flannel and lindsay folks there rejoiced that I could do this useful work. I soon learned how to card and spin. For years I never lacked for clothing even when others were lacking. I could card, spin and weave for myself and children and I did plenty of it. I made all the clothing my family needed for many many years. I made sguirts, trousers, coats, overcoats, dresses and blankets.
A grey lindsey dress with a white laundered collar and a pretty ribbon bow looked gentel. That was usually my Sunday dress and it was the work of my own hands.
It gladdens my heart to remember and know that my children never went ragged. Of course I patched a great deal and the beauty of it all was I had plenty of material on hand with which to patch.
I was married March 10, 1966 to Christian Frederich Bernard Lybbert in the Salt Lake Endowment House. I accepted the principle of plural marriage with clean hands. I kept my place in the family and worked for the best good of all concerned.
My several homes during early married life were as follows North Ogden, Brigham, Spring City, Sanpete County and Levan. When my oldest child was twelve years old we moved from Levan to Ashley Valley. Here we secured a big, beautiful farm. Here I raised by large family of six boys and four girls. One girl dieing in infancy.
I was twenty-two years old when my first child was born and forty-five when the last one came.
Several years ago I resolved to move to Logan and work in the Logan Temple. Up to date I have been endowed for three thousand souls.
--AUNT NETTIE LYBBERT
-Vernal Express, June 2, 9, and 16, 1932, transcribed by Rhonda Holton
Antonette Marie Olsen was a daughter of Christine Halverson and Christian Olsen.
Antonette married Christian Frederick Bernhard Lybbert March 10, 1866 in the Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Utah.
They had eleven children: Jacob (Jake)Norman Lybbert, Charles Joachim Lybbert, Waldemar Christian Lybbert, Daniel Everett Lybbert, Esther Lybbert, John Isaac Lybbert, Emma Theresa Lybbert, Rachel Christine Lybbert, Mary Sophia Elizabeth Lybbert and Enoch Christian Lybbert.
Antonette, 87, of Naples, died at her residence of 45 years.
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OUR PIONEERS
Mrs. Anthonette Olsen Lybbert
This life sketch which follows Mrs. Lybbert wrote herself in 1924.
I was born in Christania Norway January 16, 1845. I was the first born child of Christian Olsen and Christine Nielson Olsen.
I learned to read before I was five years old I do not know that anyone taught me how, but I cannot remember the time when I could not read. This made school very easy for me.
I attended a Lutheran school in Chrisitania, Norway. One day my teacher said to his pupils "The Mormon missionaries are in England. They are also intending to come to Norway. You must not go to hear them speak. I was only a child of eight years old when I heard this remark. With my whole heart. I resented it and said in my soul, "I will go to hear them". I was hungering after righteousness and the spirit was my guide.
Before I was ten years old I prepared for work and earning I wished to do my bit toward making a living in Norway. It was very difficult to get a living there and everybody had to work hard I recived work in the factory. My job was to hand threads to the girl who threaded the harness in the loom I worked in the factory from six o'clock in the morning till 9 o'clock at night. You can't imagine what a struggle for bread the people of Norway had during those days.
At the factory I was treated very kindly for about seven years. When I joined the church my former friends in the factory turned against me and became my enemies. I left them. The following day I found work in another factory.
In those days when people were babtized into the church it had to be done secretly. One night my parents were babtized when they arrived home they asked me if I would like to be I told them years. At 2 o'clock in the night I was babtized in the ocean. It was the winter time and while hurrying home my clothes froze to me I was sixteen years old then.
I stayed in the factory working until I became twenty years of age when I immigrated to Utah.
My preparation for the journey to Utah was very simple, Father bought me a raw trunk. In it I placed a few simple pieces of underwear. I had two dresses and one pair of shoes.
I walked from a point near Florence, Nebraska to Salt Lake City. Before I had walked three hundred miles my shoes were entirely gone; I offered to trade my dress for a pair of shoes. The lady whom I made this offer had several pairs of shoes left among the belongings of her two sisters who had died on the way, but she refuesed my offer saying that she would need the shoes later on. From then on I walked in my stockings. Each night I mended them. I walked through the deep sand for miles and miles. The cactus patches hurt my feet.
I ate no supper the entire journey as there are none to be had. For breakfast I had a biscuit and a cup of black coffee. At noon I had even less than this.
At night I lay down on the sand with my bag under my head for a pillow. I had no quilt whatsoever.
We could not dance round the camp fire after song and prayer in the evening. We might have done so, but the members of our company were so tired and hungry that they were glad for the rest.
When a person died on the plains they dug a hole and buried the person. It hurt me terribly to hear of this, but usually kept away from the scene of the burial.
A young girl of about 17 walked beside me. She had been ill and feeble but this day she was happy. By accident a stampede of cattle started. She was instantly killed I saw her buried.
I was so prayerful that I even prayed in my sleep. I was afraid least the Indians might come and shoot down the guard.
When I undertook to cross the plains I resolved to have a peaceable agreeable spirit from the beginning to the end of our journey. I did not want to be rebellious or quarrelsome in any way. I prayed that I might not succomb to the weakness that beset the ancient Israelites. I was very humble and prayerful. I did not petition God in vain. I can truly say I was not angry once during the trip. I walked every step of the entire journey except one forenoon when I was very sick with a fearful pain in my leg.
One thing I can say about the plains we starved all of us, shamefully part of the time. A good many young men died I think it was lack of food. I was already used to hunger in Norway. Therefore I could stand it better across the plains.
I arrived a foot in Salt Lake City and went to bed without any supper. Next morning several persons came to camp with food. A woman gave me a cup of hot gruel. A man took me to Bishop Hunter's place. They needed me to help them do their work.
I was not happy at all in Utah at first I was a stranger and did not know the language I knew but the names of common objects such as chair, table, cup, book, but I could not connect these words into sentences. In the eyes of my acquaintances I was only a very poor immigrant girl.
My experience in the factory in Norway proved a great blessing to me when I came to Utah. Indeed I did here everyone of them did not know how to make it. One day passing brother Bonell's house in Salt Lake City I inquired for work. He was an expert weaver, Said he to me "You have run the automatic loom in the factory in Norway, why can you not run a handloom? He showed me how. In a few moments he convinced me that I could work a handloom swift and true I worked for him all summer and fall.
The next winter I went to live in North Ogden. Here I wove over 300 yards of flannel and lindsay folks there rejoiced that I could do this useful work. I soon learned how to card and spin. For years I never lacked for clothing even when others were lacking. I could card, spin and weave for myself and children and I did plenty of it. I made all the clothing my family needed for many many years. I made sguirts, trousers, coats, overcoats, dresses and blankets.
A grey lindsey dress with a white laundered collar and a pretty ribbon bow looked gentel. That was usually my Sunday dress and it was the work of my own hands.
It gladdens my heart to remember and know that my children never went ragged. Of course I patched a great deal and the beauty of it all was I had plenty of material on hand with which to patch.
I was married March 10, 1966 to Christian Frederich Bernard Lybbert in the Salt Lake Endowment House. I accepted the principle of plural marriage with clean hands. I kept my place in the family and worked for the best good of all concerned.
My several homes during early married life were as follows North Ogden, Brigham, Spring City, Sanpete County and Levan. When my oldest child was twelve years old we moved from Levan to Ashley Valley. Here we secured a big, beautiful farm. Here I raised by large family of six boys and four girls. One girl dieing in infancy.
I was twenty-two years old when my first child was born and forty-five when the last one came.
Several years ago I resolved to move to Logan and work in the Logan Temple. Up to date I have been endowed for three thousand souls.
--AUNT NETTIE LYBBERT
-Vernal Express, June 2, 9, and 16, 1932, transcribed by Rhonda Holton
Antonette married Christian Frederick Bernhard Lybbert March 10, 1866 in the Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Utah.
They had eleven children: Jacob (Jake)Norman Lybbert, Charles Joachim Lybbert, Waldemar Christian Lybbert, Daniel Everett Lybbert, Esther Lybbert, John Isaac Lybbert, Emma Theresa Lybbert, Rachel Christine Lybbert, Mary Sophia Elizabeth Lybbert and Enoch Christian Lybbert.
Antonette, 87, of Naples, died at her residence of 45 years.
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OUR PIONEERS
Mrs. Anthonette Olsen Lybbert
This life sketch which follows Mrs. Lybbert wrote herself in 1924.
I was born in Christania Norway January 16, 1845. I was the first born child of Christian Olsen and Christine Nielson Olsen.
I learned to read before I was five years old I do not know that anyone taught me how, but I cannot remember the time when I could not read. This made school very easy for me.
I attended a Lutheran school in Chrisitania, Norway. One day my teacher said to his pupils "The Mormon missionaries are in England. They are also intending to come to Norway. You must not go to hear them speak. I was only a child of eight years old when I heard this remark. With my whole heart. I resented it and said in my soul, "I will go to hear them". I was hungering after righteousness and the spirit was my guide.
Before I was ten years old I prepared for work and earning I wished to do my bit toward making a living in Norway. It was very difficult to get a living there and everybody had to work hard I recived work in the factory. My job was to hand threads to the girl who threaded the harness in the loom I worked in the factory from six o'clock in the morning till 9 o'clock at night. You can't imagine what a struggle for bread the people of Norway had during those days.
At the factory I was treated very kindly for about seven years. When I joined the church my former friends in the factory turned against me and became my enemies. I left them. The following day I found work in another factory.
In those days when people were babtized into the church it had to be done secretly. One night my parents were babtized when they arrived home they asked me if I would like to be I told them years. At 2 o'clock in the night I was babtized in the ocean. It was the winter time and while hurrying home my clothes froze to me I was sixteen years old then.
I stayed in the factory working until I became twenty years of age when I immigrated to Utah.
My preparation for the journey to Utah was very simple, Father bought me a raw trunk. In it I placed a few simple pieces of underwear. I had two dresses and one pair of shoes.
I walked from a point near Florence, Nebraska to Salt Lake City. Before I had walked three hundred miles my shoes were entirely gone; I offered to trade my dress for a pair of shoes. The lady whom I made this offer had several pairs of shoes left among the belongings of her two sisters who had died on the way, but she refuesed my offer saying that she would need the shoes later on. From then on I walked in my stockings. Each night I mended them. I walked through the deep sand for miles and miles. The cactus patches hurt my feet.
I ate no supper the entire journey as there are none to be had. For breakfast I had a biscuit and a cup of black coffee. At noon I had even less than this.
At night I lay down on the sand with my bag under my head for a pillow. I had no quilt whatsoever.
We could not dance round the camp fire after song and prayer in the evening. We might have done so, but the members of our company were so tired and hungry that they were glad for the rest.
When a person died on the plains they dug a hole and buried the person. It hurt me terribly to hear of this, but usually kept away from the scene of the burial.
A young girl of about 17 walked beside me. She had been ill and feeble but this day she was happy. By accident a stampede of cattle started. She was instantly killed I saw her buried.
I was so prayerful that I even prayed in my sleep. I was afraid least the Indians might come and shoot down the guard.
When I undertook to cross the plains I resolved to have a peaceable agreeable spirit from the beginning to the end of our journey. I did not want to be rebellious or quarrelsome in any way. I prayed that I might not succomb to the weakness that beset the ancient Israelites. I was very humble and prayerful. I did not petition God in vain. I can truly say I was not angry once during the trip. I walked every step of the entire journey except one forenoon when I was very sick with a fearful pain in my leg.
One thing I can say about the plains we starved all of us, shamefully part of the time. A good many young men died I think it was lack of food. I was already used to hunger in Norway. Therefore I could stand it better across the plains.
I arrived a foot in Salt Lake City and went to bed without any supper. Next morning several persons came to camp with food. A woman gave me a cup of hot gruel. A man took me to Bishop Hunter's place. They needed me to help them do their work.
I was not happy at all in Utah at first I was a stranger and did not know the language I knew but the names of common objects such as chair, table, cup, book, but I could not connect these words into sentences. In the eyes of my acquaintances I was only a very poor immigrant girl.
My experience in the factory in Norway proved a great blessing to me when I came to Utah. Indeed I did here everyone of them did not know how to make it. One day passing brother Bonell's house in Salt Lake City I inquired for work. He was an expert weaver, Said he to me "You have run the automatic loom in the factory in Norway, why can you not run a handloom? He showed me how. In a few moments he convinced me that I could work a handloom swift and true I worked for him all summer and fall.
The next winter I went to live in North Ogden. Here I wove over 300 yards of flannel and lindsay folks there rejoiced that I could do this useful work. I soon learned how to card and spin. For years I never lacked for clothing even when others were lacking. I could card, spin and weave for myself and children and I did plenty of it. I made all the clothing my family needed for many many years. I made sguirts, trousers, coats, overcoats, dresses and blankets.
A grey lindsey dress with a white laundered collar and a pretty ribbon bow looked gentel. That was usually my Sunday dress and it was the work of my own hands.
It gladdens my heart to remember and know that my children never went ragged. Of course I patched a great deal and the beauty of it all was I had plenty of material on hand with which to patch.
I was married March 10, 1966 to Christian Frederich Bernard Lybbert in the Salt Lake Endowment House. I accepted the principle of plural marriage with clean hands. I kept my place in the family and worked for the best good of all concerned.
My several homes during early married life were as follows North Ogden, Brigham, Spring City, Sanpete County and Levan. When my oldest child was twelve years old we moved from Levan to Ashley Valley. Here we secured a big, beautiful farm. Here I raised by large family of six boys and four girls. One girl dieing in infancy.
I was twenty-two years old when my first child was born and forty-five when the last one came.
Several years ago I resolved to move to Logan and work in the Logan Temple. Up to date I have been endowed for three thousand souls.
--AUNT NETTIE LYBBERT
-Vernal Express, June 2, 9, and 16, 1932, transcribed by Rhonda Holton
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Enoch Christian Lybbert
1867–1963
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Waldemar Christian Lybbert
1869–1944
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Emma Theresa Lybbert Hullinger
1873–1947
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Rachel Christine Lybbert Bascom
1875–1912
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Mary Sophia Elizabeth Lybbert Merrell
1877–1958
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1879–1963
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1881–1967
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1884–1919
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1890–1921
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