Photograph Showcase: Naomi as a Young Mother

PETERSON, Naomi Skeen, Marilyn, and Ronald, spring 1929

Naomi Skeen Peterson with her oldest two children, Janice in her arms, and Ronald.  Handwriting of Mary Margaret Ellis Peterson.  Spring 1929

This photo comes from my Grandmother’s boxes.  Naomi was her mother-in-law and my great grandmother.  Ronald is my Grandpa.  Janice is his younger sister who was born in December of 1928.  Based on her age I think this photo was taken in the late Spring, but I’m confused by the leaves on the ground.  Maybe they had a short fall.  The kind where you haven’t gotten all of the leaves raked up before the snow falls.  This has happened to us here in Utah – and this photo was taken in Utah as well.

What do you think?  Spring?


PS – I had a surprise trip come up to hang out with my Dad.  I have so much to say about Rosey Hyde and the gang but I’m a bit out of commission for now.  We’ll see if I get some blogging time while I’m here.  And if not, well, I will happily enjoy my family time amongst the living.  🙂



Photograph Showcase: Grandpa at 18

PETERSON, Ronald Skeen, 18 years old - smaller for FT

Ronald Skeen Peterson, age 18

I found this lovely photo of my Grandpa in my Grandma’s boxes.  I wonder if this was his graduation picture?  The year was 1944, his senior year of High School.  It would only be a few more months before he would enlist in the Marine Corps.  I wonder if he was already thinking about that when this picture was taken?


Photograph Showcase: Grandpa at 16

PETERSON, Ronald Skeen, 16 years - smaller for FT

Ronald Skeen Peterson, 16 years old

Wasn’t my Grandpa a handsome young man?  He looks so young and yet I know his face.  I know how it will change and age.  I also see my dad and his brothers in his face.

He was such a good man.  I can see that too, even in his young 16 year old eyes.  What a treasure to find this picture recently.



Photograph Showcase: A Fall Photo

Heber and Hattie Huband October 1924 taken at Blanches home in Ogden

These are my 2nd great grandparents – Heber Albert Huband and Hattie Margaret Cheney.  Heber was born in England in 1860 and arrived in Utah in 1869 and Hattie was born in Paris, Idaho.  They were married in Logan, Utah and then lived in Idaho, California, and then finally settled in Ogden, Utah where they lived out the remainder of their lives.

Heber and Hattie are my grandmother’s maternal grandparents.  This photo was among her things.  She did not label it but I found a copy that her sister had and that copy was labeled: “October 1924, taken at Blanche’s home in Ogden.”  Blanche is my grandmother’s mother.



Uncle Darrell – Part I, A Beginning

Rulon and Naomi family, from original

back, l-r:  Marilyn Peterson, Ronald Skeen Peterson, Janice Peterson; front, l-r:  Lowell Skeen Peterson, Rulon Powell Peterson, Wayne Skeen Peterson, Naomi Skeen, Darrell Skeen Peterson

Darrell Skeen Peterson is my grand uncle – or as we more commonly call it, my great uncle.  Uncle Darrell is my Grandpa’s younger brother.  Over the years my Grandpa told me a few things about Darrell.  Nothing was ever a secret, but it wasn’t until well after my grandfather’s death that I started finding bits and pieces of Darrell’s life.  Pieces that opened my eyes to the full import of his story.  Darrell has no posterity to tell that story so over the next few weeks, I will.

Let’s start at the beginning.


Darrell Skeen Peterson was born 22 February 1933 in Ogden, Weber, Utah at Dee Hospital to Rulon Powell Peterson and Naomi Skeen.  Darrell was the fourth child and second son born to Rulon and Naomi.  His middle name is his mother’s maiden name.


PETERSON, Darrell Skeen, The Ogden Standard Examiner Sun Mar 12 1933, heading

PETERSON, Darrell Skeen, The Ogden Standard Examiner Sun Mar 12 1933, entry

“Birth Report List Drafted.” The Ogden Standard-Examiner, March 12, 1933: 6. Web. Accessed March 14, 2016.


My great grandfather Rulon wrote this about Darrell’s birth:

“When Darrell was born on February 22, 1933 I was in the Cattle business, buying and selling, and our only means of transportation was a stinky old truck with a cattle body on it, so when the time came that we proceeded to the hospital it was our only conveyance.  It was in the evening and Darrell wasn’t born until midnight or after.  At about 2:00 a.m. after his birth, I was leaving the hospital to go home and found my banker, O.C. Hammond, high centered with his big car in the ruts of a snow bank.  I quickly backed my truck up to his car, took the lariat that had been hanging on the side of the truck, and pulled him to where he could proceed home.  He pulled out his wallet and offered to pay me, but I responded, “Oh no, Mr. Hammond, you have already paid me.”  Until that moment he hadn’t recognized me.  He then said, “What are you doing up here in a cattle truck this time of night?”  I told him of the birth of my son and that I had no car.  He said, “You mean to say you brought your wife to the hospital in this truck?  Why don’t you own an automobile?  You have money enough to own a car.”  I said, “Yes, but if I spent my money for a car, I wouldn’t have enough to transact my cattle business.”  He said, “If you need help, come in and see me.”  We had already had a good relationship but this experience enhanced it.”

“Darrell was a beautiful, big, read-haired baby and I recall how proud I was when I announced in Priesthood Meeting that I was the father of a new, prospective basketball player and all he needed was time to grow.  Darrell grew to be a fine young man with one of the sweetest dispositions I have ever known.  Unfortunately, he never was able to become that basketball player I had promised him to be because of his heart ailment.” [1]

to be continued…


1 – Peterson, Rulon Powell. Personal History. pg. 51.



Photograph Showcase: Family Photo

Frederick & Susan Ellis family.jpg

I found this photo in one of my Grandma’s boxes.  I was instantly fascinated.  Something about this photo seemed different from the other photos of this family.

It didn’t take long for me to discover the story.  This is a family photo taken just before Frederick William Ellis departed for Tasmania as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

The noteworthy detail?  Frederick is the father of this big family.  He was asked by his church leaders to leave his family and serve a mission.  He agreed to go.  His family supported him.  They were proud of him.  He served faithfully from October 1893 until May 1896.  Two and one half years away from his family.

Frederick and his wife Susan Kaziah Davis are my 2nd great grandparents.  I descend from their son Claude Albert Ellis.  Claude was just 3 years and 3 months old when his father left.  He is the little one holding his mother’s hand.  He is also the father of the Grandma whose boxes I just received.  That Grandma is the person who wrote each name beneath the photo.  She was also proud of her grandparent’s sacrifice.

During RootsTech, the Church History Department for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints announced a new database, Early Mormon Missionaries.  I checked the database for Frederick’s missionary service and found his entry here.  Do you have any early Mormon Missionaries in your family?