Friday, March 9, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Cleaning out my shed.
(double click on above clipping to enlarge)
While I was cleaning out my shed this last month I came across a box of papers. As I went through them I found a copy of the newspaper clipping of Grandad Lofgreen's funeral service. It contained some tidbits of information which caught my attention. When I researched information about his family I had to piece together the stage run his dad had when he died. The only stage run I could find that went through Tortilla Flat was the one that went to the Roosevelt Dam. I had to make some assumptions and here it was in writing and the best part is that Fred Lofgreen took over the run when his father died. I could not find any information about Fred's teen years until he married. Annie Lofgreen Fred's mother in her history said they lived in Queen Creek and that is where Benjamen died. I did find that they lived in Mesa for a while when they were running the stage. It is amazing to me how information comes together.I have also come out of the dark ages and checked out the Family Search .org web site. I have been amazed at all the genealogy that is done on all of our lines. I only wish it contained stories/history. I have found some neat stories I had not seen before written by our ancestor's who crossed the plains.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Hand dipped chocolates
If you missed the party you missed some fun and a stirring of memories as we remembered Mom. After the kids all had their fill of dipping, mom would sit down and and go to work dipping the chocolates to give away. Each one had to be perfect with a mark on the top of each indicating what center they were. She would spend hours drizzling melted chocolate. We remember her making hay stacks from dipped marshmallows rolled in coconut. In the old days before the microwave she always melted the chocolate in the oven. As Paula was taking out the garbage the plastic bag ripped open and the garbage went all over the floor. She said what word would mom say right now? Everyone thought of the word Mom would have used. Thankfully Debbie was there and brought Howard. I think he enjoyed being there and it made us remember Lena and her many Christmas candy offerings. I'm not sure but I think Debbie dropped a couple of Carmel centers on the floor. She claimed they slipped out of her hands. Yea right! We missed you Amy but understood your situation. Just being together with family helps us remember how we were raised and the Love of great parents.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Get Ready ---Save the Date!
It is that time of year again!
Annual Family Party!
Start making your centers
and
plan on spending the day
at Paula's
on
December 10th!
Monday, August 8, 2011
2011 REUNION
Families can be together
...in the mountains in Utah and have a BLAST !
Adventures were had! (Lyle will have to tell his story!)
The younger generation had a great time creating new memories.
The older one - sharing memories of the past.
Relaxing in the cool mountain air, telling tales around the campfire, sharing good food, and goodies (CHOCOLATE), catching up on each others' families, and feeling the LOVE!
Nothing better!
Missing members from Wanda's and Lena's family and hoping they will come in 2013.
Happy to have Alex, Natalie & Daniel, and Britton from Norene's family (sorry they missed the group picture).
DON'T MISS THE NEXT ONE!
DON'T MISS THE NEXT ONE!
Plan on July 26th , 27th , 28th
of 2013!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Old Bloomington Schoolhouse
Back in January 2010 Lyle did a post (check it out here) with many pictures of places Dad had lived or houses he had built, and he mentioned my having a watercolor of the old one-room Bloomington schoolhouse where Dad got his formal education. Well, I finally cleaned out my garage and found it!
I painted this, I believe, my junior year in high school - so that would make it 1963. I was sitting on the southeast corner looking toward Utah hill. There was a partially standing barbed wire fence that was obviously old, and dried cow patties scattered amongst the grass, dust and rubble, so someone had grazed cattle there. The adobe walls were still standing and most of the roof and rafters were still there. I remember feeling so special being there with the rest of my watercolor class, because this wonderful old building had personal historic meaning to me.
This watercolor stayed in a dust covered box with many other of my attempts at art (see here) for many years. I gave it to Dad one year for Father's Day, or his birthday - don't remember which. He did seem pleased and proud. Much later still, I remember it thumb tacked to an old bookcase in the upstairs of the Littlefield house. After Norene moved into the Littlefield house, she had the painting matted & framed and gave it to me one year for Christmas! Inspecting the painting beneath it's glass you can even see some fly specks on it. (double click on the painting, scroll to the top and you can see the thumb tack hole and fly specks in the sky) It is now in my bedroom waiting for me to find a place to hang it. And that's the rest of the story!
I painted this, I believe, my junior year in high school - so that would make it 1963. I was sitting on the southeast corner looking toward Utah hill. There was a partially standing barbed wire fence that was obviously old, and dried cow patties scattered amongst the grass, dust and rubble, so someone had grazed cattle there. The adobe walls were still standing and most of the roof and rafters were still there. I remember feeling so special being there with the rest of my watercolor class, because this wonderful old building had personal historic meaning to me.
This watercolor stayed in a dust covered box with many other of my attempts at art (see here) for many years. I gave it to Dad one year for Father's Day, or his birthday - don't remember which. He did seem pleased and proud. Much later still, I remember it thumb tacked to an old bookcase in the upstairs of the Littlefield house. After Norene moved into the Littlefield house, she had the painting matted & framed and gave it to me one year for Christmas! Inspecting the painting beneath it's glass you can even see some fly specks on it. (double click on the painting, scroll to the top and you can see the thumb tack hole and fly specks in the sky) It is now in my bedroom waiting for me to find a place to hang it. And that's the rest of the story!
Friday, July 1, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Huntsville, Utah
I have made two trips to the Huntsville Cemetery now. In March of 2010 and in May 2011. My first trip I had such a feeling of being home. It was really neat. Huntsville is located in what is known as Ogden Valley and the cemetery is like an island in the middle of Pineview Reservoir.

The reservoir freeze’s over in the winter.

This is where my great great grandfather settled after bringing his family from Sweden to Utah. They lived first at millcreek and kind of got their feet back under them, then they moved to Huntsville. They built a dugout to live in the first year. See his history in the book “A Simple Faith” Anders Persson Lofgreen Swedish son - Mormon Immigrant. By Ben Lofgreen.
You can also read some history online just search Lofgreen to find it.

There is a boat dock and marina just before you get to the Cemetery. It is located at the end of 1st Street. It was a town with a lot of Sweden immigrants so I think that is why they moved there. It would have been comfortable for them speaking the Swedish language and learning English.

This was taken in March of 2010. You will be able to tell by the snow. In May of 2011 it was just raining. This is where I first ran across the unique head stone with more than one grave marked with it. I have since found several Lofgreen graves marked the same way. Anders Persson Lofgreen is buried as Andrew P. Lofgreen. Two of his three wives are buried here and marked on the sides of the headstone. Kjersti Persdotter is buried as Katie and Metta Marie is buried as Mette M.



The family built an above the ground home the second year and moved in just before Christmas. The home is on the same street that President David O Mckay’s home that he grew up in was. The Mckay home is gone but the old Lofgreen home still stands but has been built on to.

The old Lofgreen house is on the back. Andrew sold his team and harness’s to get the money to buy some farm ground. Then he couldn’t plow it without horses. Katie had been doing some weaving for a family that had horses so he made a deal to trade what they owed for weaving to plow the farm. They were on their way. Andrew took Peter and Benjamin and traveled to work on the Transcontinental railroad. I think they were there when the railroad was completed. I found he owned and farmed 56 acres which was called the north field. See the pictures of what it looks like today.



These pictures were taken from north to south facing East.
I have found a friend in the care taker of the cemetery. He told me this 56 acre parcel just sold and he hasn’t met the new owners yet. It is right across the street from his grandfather’s farm which he now runs.
Here is the cemetery plot map. The main Lofgreen family Plot is in 17 that is where Andrew is buried and others of his immediate family.

In plot 4 is Poul Lofgreen and Anna Truedsson Lofgreen. They don’t have head stones and I found a grave with a head stone Katy Lofgren Peterson buried between them. Poul is Andrew’s older brother and the father of Annie Lofgreen who married Benjamin Levi, first cousins. My great grandparents. I haven’t identified where Katy fits in yet.

On the North side of this head stone is Poul Lofgreen. On the south side is Anna Truedsson Lofgreen. Picture taken from west looking east.
In plot 23 I found Botilla Lofgreen Wilson which is Andrew’s daughter.

Here is the Lofgreen Family plot.

If you are interested in seeing the individual head stones and how they fit in the family visit findagrave.com There is even a picture of Andrew P Lofgreen. You can just look at the Huntsville Utah Cemetery if you want.
There is plenty of geneology yet to do. We talked at the last Lofgreen reunion about making a book for Fred and Ann Lofgreen including their children and grand children and as many others as we can get. Is your history and family turned in?

The reservoir freeze’s over in the winter.

This is where my great great grandfather settled after bringing his family from Sweden to Utah. They lived first at millcreek and kind of got their feet back under them, then they moved to Huntsville. They built a dugout to live in the first year. See his history in the book “A Simple Faith” Anders Persson Lofgreen Swedish son - Mormon Immigrant. By Ben Lofgreen.
You can also read some history online just search Lofgreen to find it.

There is a boat dock and marina just before you get to the Cemetery. It is located at the end of 1st Street. It was a town with a lot of Sweden immigrants so I think that is why they moved there. It would have been comfortable for them speaking the Swedish language and learning English.

This was taken in March of 2010. You will be able to tell by the snow. In May of 2011 it was just raining. This is where I first ran across the unique head stone with more than one grave marked with it. I have since found several Lofgreen graves marked the same way. Anders Persson Lofgreen is buried as Andrew P. Lofgreen. Two of his three wives are buried here and marked on the sides of the headstone. Kjersti Persdotter is buried as Katie and Metta Marie is buried as Mette M.



The family built an above the ground home the second year and moved in just before Christmas. The home is on the same street that President David O Mckay’s home that he grew up in was. The Mckay home is gone but the old Lofgreen home still stands but has been built on to.

The old Lofgreen house is on the back. Andrew sold his team and harness’s to get the money to buy some farm ground. Then he couldn’t plow it without horses. Katie had been doing some weaving for a family that had horses so he made a deal to trade what they owed for weaving to plow the farm. They were on their way. Andrew took Peter and Benjamin and traveled to work on the Transcontinental railroad. I think they were there when the railroad was completed. I found he owned and farmed 56 acres which was called the north field. See the pictures of what it looks like today.



These pictures were taken from north to south facing East.
I have found a friend in the care taker of the cemetery. He told me this 56 acre parcel just sold and he hasn’t met the new owners yet. It is right across the street from his grandfather’s farm which he now runs.
Here is the cemetery plot map. The main Lofgreen family Plot is in 17 that is where Andrew is buried and others of his immediate family.

In plot 4 is Poul Lofgreen and Anna Truedsson Lofgreen. They don’t have head stones and I found a grave with a head stone Katy Lofgren Peterson buried between them. Poul is Andrew’s older brother and the father of Annie Lofgreen who married Benjamin Levi, first cousins. My great grandparents. I haven’t identified where Katy fits in yet.

On the North side of this head stone is Poul Lofgreen. On the south side is Anna Truedsson Lofgreen. Picture taken from west looking east.
In plot 23 I found Botilla Lofgreen Wilson which is Andrew’s daughter.

Here is the Lofgreen Family plot.

If you are interested in seeing the individual head stones and how they fit in the family visit findagrave.com There is even a picture of Andrew P Lofgreen. You can just look at the Huntsville Utah Cemetery if you want.
There is plenty of geneology yet to do. We talked at the last Lofgreen reunion about making a book for Fred and Ann Lofgreen including their children and grand children and as many others as we can get. Is your history and family turned in?
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