BROWN, CANDACE JEANETTE(1888-1975)UTSM
Candace Jeanette Brown
Born: 1, October, 1888 Place.. Monroe, Sevier, Utah
Married: 8, August, 1906 place: Vernal, Uintah, Utah
Died: 23, February, 1975 Place: Richfield, Sevier, Utah
Burried 25, February, 1975 Place: Monroe, Sevier, Utah
L.D.S. Church Records:
Parents:
Father: David Emanuel Brown
Mother: Mary Ann Maranda Hyatt
Born 1, Oct, 1888
Blessed:
Baptized:(6,July, 1893) 30, April, 1899 at Measer, Uintah Stake by
Issac Jones
Married: 8,Aug.1906 to Edward Moroni Hunt at Vernal, Uintah, Utah
Endowed: 19, October, 1922
Sealed: to husband 19, October, 1922
Died: 23, February,1975
Other husbands:(2) Jess Taylor (3) Arthur Everett (4) Horace Pierce
Children of Edward Moroni Hunt and Candace Jeanette Brown:
1. Dalton Edward, b 14 June 1907 Maeser, Uintah, Utah, d 17 April 1984
Spouce: m 13 June Sylvia (Cilva) Anderson
2. Elva May b 08 September 1908 Cedarview, Wasatch, Utah
S (1) m 8 sep 1926 Emron E. Wall m(2) 28 Sept.1946 Aubrey Gallaway
3. Reita b 10 June 1910 Cedarview, Wasatch, Utah
S (1) 13 June 1930 James Edwin Hamblin
4. George Wesley b 15 April 1912 Cedarview, Wasatch, Utah
S (1) m 3 Apr 1936 Mary Dean Madsen; m(2) 3 Aug Sharon Louise Bean
5. Amy Lavera b 01 December 1913 Cedarview, Wasatch, Utah
(County divided; Cedarview put in Duchesne County)
S (1) 2 Jan 1934 Urban Van Stewart
6. Elma Jean b 04 September 1915 Cedarview, Duchesne, Utah
S (1) 23 Dec 1933 Marley Clifford Hamblin
7. Mary Emily b 19 July 1917 Cedarview, Duchesne, Utah
S (1) 16 Sep i935 Herald Lero Curtis
8. Ardell B b 11 November 1919 Cedarview, Duchesne, Utah
S (1) m 31 May 1940 Phyllis Perniece De Lang
9. Joseph b 22 February 1922 Cedarview, Duchesne Utah d 22 Feb.1922
10. Dortha b 06 December 1923 Cedarview, Duchesne, Utah
S m (1) 15 Feb 1945 Ernist Hill M (2) 26 May 1950 Howard G. Roberts
11. Myrlin Richard b 27 March 1926 Cedarview, Duchesne, Utah
S m (1) 17 Sep 1947 LaRue Millard Kendall
12. Ruth b 14 April 1928 Cedarview, Duchesne, Utah d 14 June 1934
BRIEF LIFE STORY OF CANDACE BROWN HUNT
(Compiled by dau. Reita Hunt Hamblin)
When Candace was almost 85 this article appeared in the News Paper:
BASIN PIOEER WRITES HISTORY POETRY BOOK
A story of pioneer life in the Unitah Basin and a collection of
poems is just off the press for Candace Jeanette Brown Hunt, who will
be 85 years of age in October.
She says she wrote the history to let the younger generation know
'what we went through in pioneering this country'. She is the mother
of 10 living children all born in the Uintah Basin.
All of these sons and daughters are prosperous and independent
people. All have been married in the LDS Temples and all are law-
abiding citizens and are skilled workers. Mrs. Hunt noted that she is
proudof her children, 76 grandchildren; 110 great-grand children and
threegreat-great-grandchildren, who are scattered from California,
Arizona, Idaho and Utah to Missouri.
As an active member of the LDS Church she had her first assignment
at the age of 13 when she was named secretary of the Primary. She has
also been president of the primary twice, president of the Relief
Society twice, and two times president of the YWMIA.
In addition to her large family she took two young boys into her
home to love and care for. One an orphan, who had been in trouble and
the other a 16-year old who had run away from home and planned to be an
outlaw. He changed his mind and is now a successful businessman in
California.
She entered school at the age of 13 and graduated from the 8th grade
at the age of 17. She had always wanted to be a teacher and a poet
but did teach adult classes at Richfield after having taken correspon-
dece courses at BYU and U of U. She worked with groups of young
pleople and others in dramatic arts and problems faced in the area.
Mrs. Hunt has written approximately 60 poems which are in the new
publication along with the history of the pioneering of the Basin by
the early settlers."
LIFE STORY OF CANDACE JEANETTE (BROWN) HUNT
COMPILED BY REITA (HUNT) HAMBLIN
(For this life story of my mother, I Reita (Hunt) Hamblin, her
third child, will use excerpts from the above mentioned book: and
other sources.)
" A UINTAH BASIN STORY" by Candace Jeanett (Brown) Hunt
INTRODUCTION
" This is a true story of the experiences incident to pioneering the
Uintah Basin from 1906 when the former Ute Indian Reservation was
thrown open for white settlement.
Also something of the background of my parents who did their share
in helping to tame the wild, arid region.
Something too, must be said of my husband, Edward M. Hunt, son of
Moroni Hunt and Emily Casto Hunt, born 23 Sept. 1880 at Monroe, Utah
who never lost faith in the eventual development and success of the
country. I must also include and give credit to our ten living
children (two having died young), all born in this vicinity called
Montwel. They shared in the privation, poverty and hard work of
creating a happy home by persistance, determination and cooperation..."
Candace J, (brown) Hunt
"I was born in Monroe, Utah, Oct. 1888, 10th in line of a family of
14, 4 of whom had died in infancy before I came along. My father,
David Emanuel Brown was born in Georgia 4 April 1851. His father,
Emanuel Brown served in the Civil War and lost his life 22 June 1864
in the battle of the Kennesaw Mountain which was fought only a few
miles from his home and family - wife and 7 sons. My grandmother has
told of how she sat up all night listening to the roar of guns and
cannon. Her eldest son John, still in his teens, was also in that
battle but survived. My mother, Mary Ann Maranda Hyatt was born in
Alabama 22 March 1852. Her father Daniel Franklin Hyatt also served in
the Southern Cause and was captured and sent to a Northern prison to
care for other sick and wounded fellow prisoners. She was 3rd in a
family of 14....
My parents were married, when both were under 20 years of age.
Father had lived a town life. Mother was born and reared on a cotton
plantation. For a time after their marriage they lived on the Hyatt
property then cleared land and built a home of their own. So far as is
known by this was near the Tallapoosa River in Alabama....
My father and his family belonged to the Church of Jesus Christ of
Latterday Saints. My mother's family on the other hand, were con-
firmed and dedicated members of the Baptist Church, her brother Sam
being a Baptist Minister who objected to her joining the L.D.S.
(Mormon) church and which incident resulted in her being disowned by
her family.
A few years later L.D.S. missionaries from Utah visited them and
they were persuaded to join a caravan of saints that was going to Utah
the next Spring. So in the fall of 1869 they packed their few
belongings including their two small girls into a covered wagon and
with an ox team and very little cash to go on they left their home and
headed toward Dias, Arkansas from where the caravan was to leave for
the long treck to the West. Along the way father did what work he
could find to do - spliting rails or working for the owners of farms
and plantations. At one place they considered buying some land and
settling there but they were persuaded to go on with the Caravan of
saints and according to plans when spring came they were headed West.
When crossing Indian territory in Oklahoma their 3rd child was born
19th of June 1870, a son named Emanuel...
The company stopped in Southernn Arizona for the winter....When the
camp broke up the next Spring, my parents along with a few other
families went on to Southern Utah and settled at Monroe, Utah, a small
town about 200 miles south of Salt Lake City where my grandmother and 4
of her sons joined them. My father obtained a large town lot and built
a 2-room house for his family and one for his mother.
Father was a most unusally clever man - martesian, musician and a
natural psychologist. Carpenter by trade, he built a shop on the lot,
equipped it with tools of his own making where he designed and made
fancy furniture for his own home and for neighbors. He constructed
most ot the larger homes, churches and public houses of the town...I
remember that when he sat down at our organ he played with such vim
that any object on it would be shaken off. I remember too, that he
always went to bed early and would ask my sister, May to play the organ
while we sang him to sleep. I thought then, that we were pleasing him
but now I am sure that was one of his tricks to get us to learn to
sing. After the incident he would thank us kindly (usually an hour).
...He loved people and recreation...he made a pond on part of the
lot with an island and made a boat that could be paddled around it...
On the island he planted a variety of trees, shrubs, and flowers. I
still remember the dainty pink and white Tamarack fronds that dipped
down into the water. On the island too, he put up a tall swing that
swung over the water. Besides this he made a large croquet ground...
It is no wonder that ours was the gathering place of the town...
I was 6 years old when the home at Monroe was sold and a ranch
about 5 miles south of Marysvale, Utah was leased. This move brought
a new way of life for our family. There was no school or church to
attend except by traveling the distance by team and wagon which was not
practical, besides there was no law that required children to attend
school. Under these circumstances we children wereleft much to our own
by way of amusement, etc. Our family then - brother Emanuel, sisters
Molly (May) Martha, Delila, myself and brother John 2 years younger
than I, and sisters Bell and Neta, both very young. May who was
teaching school at Kanosh, Utah in winter tried to teach us something
of the 3 R's and father, from his old spelling book, helped us in
spelling.
Since John and I were so near the same age we had a natural affinity
for each other so that all of my memories include him because we were
so much together...It was the usual responsibility of John and I to
bring the milk cows from their pasture. To do this we would cross the
bridge, round them up and get them started to ford the river toward
home, then cross the bridge and drive them in to be milked. This
dredded bridge was made up of 6 inch wooden slats about 4 feet long,
tied at each end to a strong wire cable which allowed it to dip and
sway. However, it had a hand wire to which one could hold which helped
in the middle there was cradle built of logs, rocks filled the cradle
to which the first lap of the bridge was anchored and from this the
other span stretched to the opposit bank. Quite often, on these rocks
water snakes stretched out in the sun and we had to step over, around
or on them to cross the cradle as they slithered off into holes between
the rocks.
Another incident I can't well forget was when my sister Delila
contracted Typhoid Fever and lost much of her hair. That what was left
had to be cut. Father was the barber and when there was nothing left
to cut I asked him to do mine like hers. He obliged. Incidently, I
had long honey colored hair, mother's pride and joy. She kept it in
two long braids that hung below my waist. When I went into the house
holding up my two braids for her to see (ribbons still attached) I
thought she was going to drop down dead. When I went into the other
room and looked in the mirror I wished that I could drop dead. Above
my crying I couldn't hear all of the tongue lashing mother was giving
father but I know that it was hot because I knew my mother; it was one
of father's jokes that was not so practicle.
All was not play on the ranch. We had our work to do. Father
planted a lot of corn and sugar cane from which to make molasses and
there was the hay to be cut and hauled to the barn and all else that
goes with ranch life. My parents, I think were sometimes hard put to
keep us on the job. For instance, I remember when we had come to the
end of a long hoed row of corn there would be a little surprise waiting
for us like a drink of lemonade, a dish of home made ice cream, or just
a piece of apple pie and a glass of milk from the cellar. This didn't
happen every day but just when we least expected it. Father was always
working along side of us kids an d acted just as surprised as we al-
though we knew he had bargened with mother to have the surprise waiting
for us. He often whistled or sang little snatches of songs when he
worked. In the fall of the year after the corn was ripe the ears would
have to be stripped off the stalks and piled near the corn crib window,
to be husked and thrown in. When we started the pile looked like a
little mountain and the job had to be done before winter set in. It
was not pleasant to sit there on the ground day after day - husk and
throw - husk and throw. One morning when we went to work we found a
little painted clown standing in the corn crib window. Father had made
him and fastened him in the window on a spring. The game was to see
who could hit the clown and knock him down the most times with a prize
awaiting the winner. It was remarkable how those husked ears of corn
hit that clown and he always came up grinning at us. Space will not
allow mention of the many schemes used to make joy out of otherwise un-
pleasant tasks.
The making of molasses late in the fall was a pleasure we looked
forward to. There was the grinderwith its crushing rollers run by a
horse tied to a long arm from the machine, going in a large circle, to
keep the rollers squeezing out the juice that was caught in a bucket
and carried to the boiling vat that sat over a fire pit made of bricks
and stones put together by morter of mud. There was the hours of
boiling, skimming, and stirring with a long wood paddle until there was
a few gallons of golden molasses to put into the barrels father had
made for it. This would be our winter's supply and some to sell to
people who came to buy it.
In 1898, when the Kimberly Gold Rush was on our ranch was on the
main route to the discovery of gold in the mountains south. Many
hopeful prospectors passed our place...One of these was a man from
Uintah County. He owned a ranch about 6 miles north of Vernal, Utah,
on the Dry Fork River. Adjoining his ranch was another that was for
sale and under his management. My parents were persuaded to buy this
ranch and so preparations began for about a 500 mile move to a new
location.
September 1898 we left the Marysvale ranch 10 in number because my
sister May had married so she stayed but in her place we had a Swedish
immigrant, a friend of Emanuel's who asked to go with us which offer my
father gladly accepted because to have an extra man along would be
helpful. His name was Fred Fredrickson. We left with 2 wagons, one
covered to accomodate the family with as much comfort as possible and
to hold household necessities such as bedding and clothing and some
food. The second was loaded with tools and other items thought useful
for ranch activity. Also a wood crate with a dozen hens and a rooster.
another crate held two weaner pigs, the old wooden barrell churn was
tied in the front of the wagon, it's lid fastened securely, it served
for the driver's seat with a quilt spread over it for comfort. This
made up the load except for a few sacks of grain thrown on for horse
feed, and a 40 gallon water barrel tied on the outside of the wagon.
Ofcourse there were the two teams and an extra riding pony besides the
3 milk cows which were to be driven to provide milk to supplement the
food supply and they did this very well. It didn't turn out to be the
pleasant journey we had anticipated. The roads over the high pass that
seperated the two valleys were unfinished. There were long, narrow
steep dugway where the teams had to be doubled up to make the grade and
the wheels locked to hold the wagons back when going down the other
side. There were times when jutting rocks broke wheel spokes and other
annoying and delaying incidents. But I, being a child thrilled with the
adventure, was not too interested or worried over stripped harnesses or
broken wagons. What I remember most is our clamboring over the hills
while repairs were being made so we could go on again. I loved the
sleeping out under the stars at night and of eating our meals around a
blanket spread on the ground. I can still smell the campfire smoke and
taste the hot bake oven scones and fresh butter taken from the churn
every evening made from the milk mother had strained into it that
morning and a result of the day's jolting of the wagon...
At last, after three weeks on the road we arrived at our new home 1,
October 1898, which was my 10th birthday. As we had traveled along the
narrow canyon road we had passed near a high smooth faced cliff that
lifted perpendicularly more than 100 feet. About middle way up "Rember
the Main" had been painted in large black letters. We were told that
the man who did the work sat in a swinging chair at the end of a rope
anchoredored on the top of the ledge. It had been done in memory of
our U.S. battleship Main that was destroyed by the Spanish in the
Harbor of Havanah 15 of February 1898, costing 250 lives. This
incident precip-
ated the Spanish-American War.
About a mile further on we pulled into our home yard weary of travel
and glad to be home. What we saw wasn't too much less than we expected
but it was home. The house was a 2 room lig afair densely shaded by
huge cottonwood trees and almost wrapped in snake vines. There was a
horse barn in in weather beaten condition, a rock hen-house, a stack
yard and a large coral circled by a pole fence. Off a little way was a
clump of shaggy apple and plum trees and a prospective garden plot over
run with tall weeds and bright yellow sunflowers nodding a welcome to
us.
We were told that many wild animals lived in the densly wooded and
vine wrapped bottom land that lay along the Ashley River...We soon
learned that the story of the wild animals was true when attempted
raids on the hen house occured every night and when sometimes in broad
daylight a chicken would be made off with. My mother true to her
plantation training, would take her 3 dogs and her gunand go wildcat
hunting. The dogs would tree the animals and she would shoot them for
the dogs to finish. Some times the job was too much for the dogs and a
second shot was necessary.
My brother John had an experience with a wildcat that cured him from
sneaking through the brush, as was his habit, to scare us girls when we
ventured out into the timber. He was running along, his pup at his
heals to bring the calves from the pasture. A wildcat was eating on a
chicken in the trail ahead. The pup, true to nature, ran to the cat
and it took after the pup which naturally ran to John who was knocked
down and was one of the three in the tumble. Luckily he got out but
well scratched up and he learned what it was like to be jumped on un-
expectedly.
Here life for us children wasn't much as it had no church or school
available except that here we had hills to climb and in summer we
dabled in the river and skated on it in winter.
Our coming increased the population of the vicinity enough so the
L.D.S. Church came from Vernal or Maeser and held a meeting every
Sunday in the Merrit home. Later a Sunday School was organized.
That year, also the County School Board held a short session of
school in the Merrit home which was about a mile from our place...Our
teacher was miss Ada Rich from Vernal and we all loved her very much.
She later married Clarence Johnson of Vernal and later of Roosevelt,
Utah and became the mother of Loraine Day, the movie star.
The next year the School Board consented to furnish a teacher for us
if the parents would furnish a house and equip it which was agreed.
father was appoinbted chairman of the three trusties to oversee the job
and to be responsible for the school. So logs were cut from the
cottonwood trees on the river bottoms, hauled to a sight donated by Mr.
Merrit, the cracks left by notching the logs to make a 12X14 room was
chinked kand filled with mud and whitewashed inside. The floor was of
rough odds and ends of lumber and the roof was of logs to support the
thatch of cut tree limbs and covered with dirt. Father painted a strip
of canvas for a blackboard and made some seats and small tables. The
next year the School Board brought some real school desks discorded by
some other school and brought us a real blackboard and a set of large
wall maps. Our school term was 5 months. The school was maintained
for about 4 years in which we had a new teacher each year, all 8th
grade graduates from Maeser or Vernal, Utah.
At the closing of the last year my mother made arrangements for me
to finish the year living in the home of Mr. Charles Colton in Maeser
where I worked for my room and board and finished the 7th grade. That
summer I worked for a Mrs. Taylor who owned a store a store in Vernal
and my pay was $3.00 a week most of which to be drawn from the store.
It was not a pleasant job-breakfast to cook and serve for 5 pernickerty
people, housework, laundry (tub and wash board) ironing for a spoiled
teenager who had to have a clean white shirt at least once every day,
night chores such as filling kerosene lamps and washing chimneys,
floors to be scrubbed on hands and knees every night - a 12 or 15 hour
day. One month of this was all I could take so I quit and went home.
and here began the saddest and most tragic part of my life. I was 16
and madly in love with a neighbor boy 3 years my senior. To me he was
a real Prince Charming but father saw differently. We intendednto be
married as soon as I was older. Father had other plans for me...
One morning, without warning or chance to let my friend know that I
was leaving I was told that I was to go to Monroe, 500 miles away to
live with my sister Carrie and her family. (I think this scheme to get
me away from my friend was hatched up only the night before). All
arrangements had been made. My brother Emanuel was to take me in the
buggy and mother was to go along for company. Inside two hours we were
on our way despite my trying to beg off. I didn't want to go and was
told that I would soon be back again. My visit lasted more than a
year...The letters I wrote my friend trying to explain were never
received. I suspect they were never mailed...
To be set down in a family of 5, most of whom I had never seen and
another on the way, (this had been the excuse of my going to help) was
not an experience to be appreciated. However, I was treated well and
came to love the children. But to say I was homesick and heartsick
would be putting it too mildly. I would have done most anything to get
home but no chance of that. I went to school that winter and passed
the 8th grade. My teacher was Mr. Bent Larsen who became a famous
artist, having some of his paintings hung inthe Art Gallery in France.
I enjoyed the school as much as I could under the circumstances.
I spent as much time as I could at the Hunt family farm a few miles
south of Monroe, visiting with Maybell who was my own age and a friend
of our old Monroe days. The Hunts and my family had been close friends
ever since I could remember, Mr. Hunt being my father's old team mate
on the croquet games at Monroe. And Mrs. Hunt treated me so well,
saying I belonged to her. To be at the Hunt home was the only respite
I had for my homesickness. I was there when one of the Hunt boys (Ed)
came home from the sheep herd. It was the first time I had seen him or
had known that he belonged to the Hunt family....He had learned of the
opening of the Uintah Basin where one could file a number and get 160
acres of land. He had decided to be a farmer instead of being a sheep
herder. He had sub-leased his fathers herd and let his uncles pull
their herds out, and sold some of his own which now numbered 1300 head
which he had taken instead of cash wages he was to be paid. He was now
26 years old. He drew a number and began preparing to make the
adventure. I suppose it was about this time that he realized he would
need a wife to help make a homestead into a home. He soon began to pay
attention to me, took me to shows in town, took me riding with Maybell
along for company, in the old white top buggy with the old mules
jogging along. After about three weeks he proposed to me and I gladly
accepted. It would be one way of getting home because the Reservation
was only less than 50 miles from Vernal. Besides, I knew he was a real
reliable fellow, that the Hunt family was highly respected and old
friends of whom my father would be sure to approve. So I wouldn't say
it was exactly a love affair but rather one of convenience.
The next week we were on our way to be married in Vernal, in the
white top buggy and the old mules to make the long trip. Mrs. Hunt
went along as chaperon. When we had told of our plans everybody was
pleased and happy and Ed and father left for the Basin to locate the
survey stakes and numbers on a homestead Father (or Mattie) had filed
on which was located in what is now the Cedaarview) Montwel area. Ed's
was near Duchesne but he decided to cancil it and apply for one that
was still open across the section line from that father was filling on.
While they were gone preperations for the wedding were going on. My
sister Delila, being an expert designer and seamstress made my wedding
dress and it was beautiful - made of white voil and trimmed with yards
and yards of lace insertion threaded with narrow pink baby ribbon.
We were married 8th of August (1906) in the Court House in Vernal.
There was no celebration, but only chicken noodle soup for supper. The
next morning we started for Monroe to prepare for our adventure of
homesteading."
(From here her life in the Uintah Basin ties in with her husband,
Edward Moroni Hunt, whose life story she has written, I will take the
rest of her story from her more personal life activities). Reita Hunt
Hamblin.
BRIEF STORY OF THE LIFE OF CANDACE (BROWN) HUNT
Related by herself
"...After my marriage 8 August 1906 at Vernal Utah my life as I
stated before, was closely tied in with my husband (she has written)
and I admit, honestly, that I never did like farm life. I suppose I
took too much after my father and his people for that. So, the years I
spent on the farm were not too much to my liking besides the hardships
we went through there trying to make a success of it.
As for my personal life, it has been a sort of a "Jeckle and Mr.
Hyde" affair; two lives in one. From my earliest recolections I wanted
to be a school teacher and a writer and though my life has offered
little opportunity to become either, the idea of wanting to be has
never changed. Struggling toward these goals has been one part of me,
and rearing a large family the other. I am proud of my family and
grateful for them and fear that my leaning to the other has prevented
me from doing all that I might have otherwise done for them. Be this
as it may my life has been interesting and full of activity. I have
never had to wonder what to do to pass the time away. On the other
hand I could never find time for half the things I wanted to do, I
find now, late late in life, that I misses the goal of my first amb-
ition and have to hope that I didn't neglect the last too much. If so,
it might be that the negledt came to good in making all my children
self reliant, ambitious, and reliable for which I am very glad.
Again, pertaining to my first ambition, it has always remained with
me and occupied much of my life. In the meantime, aside from both
interests, teaching and family duties, I did a lot of church work. In
1908, at the organization of the first Sunday School north of
Roosevelt, hels in my Father's house, I was appointed Secretary and
acted as teacher, which positions I held until the Cedarview Ward was
organized when I was as Primary President. At this time I also taught
classes in Sunday School and in Mutual As the years went by I worked
in various positions in all of the organizations, and at the same time.
I was the first 4-H club leader in the Wasatch County here, having
written to Salt Lake asking about the activity and was asked to start
the work which I did. I was also the first registrar of Vital Statis-
tics in our community. At one time I got the young folks together and
trained them in dramitics and we took our little plays to neighboring
places.
In the meantime, thinking about my other goal of teaching I took
several correspondance courses in English and Psychology, the two
subjects that I love.
In 1916 I decided to try my hand at teaching, the requirements at
that time being able to pass the County Examinations. So I went to
Duchesne and took the tests, passed them and was given a contract to
teach. But the school to which I was assigned was at Cedarview and due
to strife that carried on between Montwel and Cedarview because of
school locations as well as of church, and I had taken an active part
in the controversy, Cedarview refused to let a Montwelite teach their
children. The school board then assigned me to another school at
Blurbell which I decided to cancel because it would involve moving my
family to Bluebell, or leaving them while I went. So that little dream
went overboard. I had to let the matter rest for a while but the
ambition persisted. (Too bad she coundn't have been assigned to the
Montwel school a forth of a mile away from her home. She did substi-
tuteonce when I was in the 7th grade, and when we studied geography she
had us face the north; that was the first time I found out the top of
the map was north. We had always faced South).
Soon after that a law was passed requiring a High School certificate
for teaching which I didn't have. I took more correspondence classes
and talked with Mr. Charles Schwenkie, the principle of the Roosevelt
High School. He permitted me to take assignments home for the week and
come to the school week-ends and take tests on them. He was very kind
and helpful and I secured 3 credits from him. My courses with the
B.Y.U. and U. of U. by mail gave me four more. Because of adverse
conditions, financil and others, I was unable to go on with my study
for a few years. By that time 2 years of college was required for a
teaching certificate. Soon conditions on the farm made it necessary
for me to leave there and go to Southern Utah and get work to support
the family. I worked at whatever I could find to do..." Divorced she
went on working at what ever promised a living for herself and family.
She said,"As for business, I've done a little of a lot of things.
Anything that offered a living, I learned to do. I'v dry cleaned,
dyed, sewed, tailared,did alterations, (on the farm made and sold
cheese , run a country store, raised turkeys and chickens and fed bum
lambs), worked in a hotel, run a cafe,boarding house, took in washings,
anything to keep the family fed, housed and clothed and in school. In
the course of time I'v lived in a lot of places, wherever circumstances
seemed to call...I have lived in the following places: Monroe, Vernal,
Roosevelt, Montwel, Richfield Provo, Salt lake,and Logan, all in Utah,
in Preston, Idaho and Los Angeles, Calif. Also in Richmond, Utah. I
have enjoyed meeting people and hace many friends wherever I've
been..."
"Though I have fallen short of what I had hoped to accomplish and
find time running out, I have managed to keep busy and have much more
planned to do than I am likely to done. I have done quite a lot of
writing which has amounted to little but have a book of poems, have
written several stories some of which I have sent in and had published
but most have not been..."
She did have an opportunity to teach , if not in public schools.
"While teaching Adult classes in Richfield I was selected to represent
Southern Utah at a Government Class given at the U. OF U. at Salt lakr
and also at Logan College. I worked under the Sevier County School Sup-
erintendent. He was very cooperative and helpful, giving a lot of
encouragement and expressing appreciation for the work, including some
writ-ups published in the Richfield Peaper as follows: Richfield, April
16, 1935.---Six hundred people have directly benefited from the FERA
adult education program in Sevier County during the past winter, it es-
timated here today by superintendentA.J. Ashman who highly praised the
quality of instruction given. "A very fine program has been carried
on." Sup. Ashmon said. "The work has stimulated many people...Perhaps
the most popular among Richfield people is the neighborhood and civic
center projesc conducted by Mrs. Candus Hunt....Mrs. Hunt's
social-ization class is believed to posess certain unique features.
Starting regular class work last fall in various Richfield homes, Mrs.
Hunt later brought her group together in a community center, the local
Library being chosen....A larger place is being sought...."
"I wouldn't want to close this sketch of my life without expressing
my gratitude, appreciation and admiration of my children. I have been
and am a very blessed person to be the mother of such a fine group of
girls and boys, men and women, who all show me so much respect and are
so willing to do whatever they can for me. It gives me a wonderful
sense of security to know that whatever condition befalls me, whether
financial or physical, that I have this willing help, on call. I am
thankful for each of you and pray God's choicest blessings upon you."
To my beloved posterity I leave this clipping:
Every noble impulse, every brave suffering for the right, every
surrender of self to something higher than self, every loyalty to an
ideal, every unselfish devotion to principle, every helpfulness to
humanity, every act of self control, every fine courage of the soul
undefeated by pretense or policy, but by welldoing and loving, and
living the good for the very good's sake; THIS IS SPIRITUALITY.
-PRESIDENT DAVID O McKAY.