Phoebe Lorraine Harrop

Phoebe Lorraine Harrop, born 3 Aug 1873 in Parowan, Iron, Utah, United States; died 19 Mar 1962 in Phoenix, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; buried Phoenix, Arizona in Phoenix, Maricopa, Arizona, United States, daughter of Henry Alfred Harrop and Sarah Benson. She married Nephi James Black on May 1892 in Lehi, Maricopa, Arizona, United States, divorced Nephi James Black, born 3 Feb 1871 in Kanosh, Millard, Utah, United States; died 18 Mar 1959 in Las Vegas, Clark, Nevada, United States; buried 20 Mar 1959 in Las Vegas, Clark, Nevada, United States, son of George Black and Susannah Jacaway.

Children of Phoebe Lorraine Harrop and Nephi James Black were as follows:

1. Gertrude Black, born 21 Jan 1893 in Lehi, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; died 23 Nov 1951 in Ventura, Ventura, California, United States; buried 26 Nov 1951 in Ventura, Ventura, California, United States. She married on 21 Jan 1893 in Manti, Sanpete, Utah, United States Heber Phillip King, born 24 Jun 1891 in Antimony, Garfield, Utah, United States; died 29 May 1960 in Prescott, Yavapai, Arizona, United States; buried 1 Jun 1960 in Prescott, Yavapai, Arizona, United States, son of Culbert Rice King and Eliza Esther McCullough.
2. Nephi James Jr Black, born 16 Sep 1894 in Lehi, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; died 10 Nov 1918 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He married on 21 Feb 1913 in Junction, Piute, Utah, United States Ida Nicholes, born 21 Nov 1894 in Antimony, Garfield, Utah, United States; died 11 Apr 1985, daughter of David Nicholes and Julia Frances King.
3. Sylvia Lorraine Black, born 13 Mar 1896 in Lehi, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; died 20 Apr 1975 in Polson, Flathead, Montana, United States; buried 22 Apr 1975 in Polson, Flathead, Montana, United States. She married (1) on 8 Mar 1917 in Junction, Piute, Utah, United States Horace Park Bertelsen, born 12 Nov 1895 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States; died 29 Aug 1980 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States; buried 1 Sep 1980 in Hamiltons Fort, Iron, Utah, United States; (2) on 5 Feb 1944 James L Black; (3) on 9 Jun 1952 in Las Vegas, Clark, Nevada, United States Fred Bruce Rector.
4. Pearl Black, born 19 Oct 1897 in Lehi, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; died 1 Jul 1951 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States; buried 5 Jul 1951 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States. She married on 13 Jan 1915 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States Albert Bryant Parker, born 16 Jul 1892 in Joseph, Sevier, Utah, United States; died 18 Feb 1980 in Ogdon, Weber, Utah, United States; buried 21 Feb 1980 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, USA, son of Thomas Bryant Parker and Ada M Gilbert.
5. Reuben Edward Black, born 25 Mar 1901 in Lehi, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; died 9 Jan 1981 in American Fork, Utah, Utah, United States; buried 13 Jan 1981 in American Fork, Utah, Utah, United States. He married (1) on 27 Sep 1924 in Junction, Piute, Utah, United States, divorced Mary Beatrice Dastrup, born 14 May 1902 in Sigurd, Sevier, Utah, United States; died 20 Nov 1984 in Provo, Utah, Utah, United States; buried 24 Nov 1984 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States, daughter of John Dastrup and Minnie Snow; (2) Mary Richards; (3) Beatrice Froughton; (4), divorced Thelma Iona June Parker. Notes: MARRIAGE: Divorced 15 March 1948 Provo, Utah
6. Deloy Kimble Black, born 11 Sep 1902 in Antimony, Garfield, Utah, United States; died 19 Oct 1972 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States; buried 6 Nov 1972 in Taylorsville, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. He married (1) on 25 Oct 1924 Leona Turgensen; (2) Grace A Franks, born 4 Apr 1908; (3) Mary Manwell.
7. Iona Black, born 10 Apr 1904 in Antimony, Garfield, Utah, United States; died 1908.
8. Grant Arley Black, born 22 Jan 1908 in Antimony, Garfield, Utah, United States; died 21 Mar 1908 in Antimony, Garfield, Utah, United States.

MEMORIES OF GRANDMA PHOEBE LORRAINE

By John Black

I have the most wonderful memories of my Grandma Phoebe Lorraine. I was born in Sigurd, Utah in the early 1930’s and, along with my Dad, Reuben Black, visited her a couple times a week up until I was fourteen years old. It was at that time my Dad moved us to Provo, Utah. It was evident from these visits, and what little I overhead in their conversations, that he loved her and would do anything necessary to protect her and and make sure her needs were met.

Through the years I remember Dad, Mom, myself, and my Sister Marilyn,  would drive seven miles from Sigurd down to Richfield, Utah where Grandma lived,  Dad and I always dropped Mom and Marilyn off at my Grandma Dastrup’s house and we would continue on over to Grandma Black’s house to check on her. These visits were very routine up towards the end of the second world war, at which time Dad moved us all to Provo, Utah where he was working on the construction of the Geneva Steel mill.

As I remember, Grandma’s little house was nothing more than a shack. It was litterly in the middle of a field of, depending on the farmers needs, either hay or grain.  You had to park on the end of the field and walk up a path to her house. There was also a path through the field going from the back of her house going through the field to where Dad’s sister Pearl Black Parker and her family lived. In addition to Dad’s concerns, Aunt Pearl and her kids made a number of trips through the field checking on her on a daily basis. I have included a photo of Uncle Albert Parker, Dad’s sister Pearl’s husband, standing on the trail between Grandma’s and the Parker house holding a couple grandchildren. As the best I can tell, the property where her house was is now part of the Richfield Junior High school parking lot.

The house consisted of three small rooms. There was a small kitchen with a wood burning stove, two chairs and a table. I remember the walls consisted of framing covered with cardboard from regular boxes. From the Kitchen you stepped up into a very small room where there were a couple of chairs and an old wind-up RCA gramophone. This is where I would spend my time listing to a couple of 78 rpm records. My favorite was Harry McClintock’s “Big Rock Candy Mountain.” I loved this record and must have played it a million times. When I hear it today it makes me sad to think when I was a little kid I really believed there was a place like this. I loved the song then, and still do.

Harry K. McClintock-Big Rock Candy Mountain

Just adjacent, a small bedroom with the largest most beautiful brass bed you would every want to see. The bed took up almost every square inch of the floor. It was always made up with a beautiful beadspread. Probably the only really nice thing she ever had in her life. The bed is still in use at one of the Parker kids home. I can’t remember which one. Not unlike the kitchen, the walls were covered with cardboard. It goes without saying that there was no inside plumbing and the bathroom facilities was comprised of an “Outhouse.”

The few years I spent in Provo before I enlisted in the Army I saw very little of Grandma Black. It was about this time that she moved to Phoenix Arizona and I went to Berlin Germany for four years. When I got home from Germany I did accompany Dad to Phoenix where I saw her for the last time.

The things that come to my mind wen I think of Grandma were her black eyes, jet black hair, and fair skin. Frequently our family would take her on a ride up the canyon on Sunday afternoon. She loved to go up to Fish Lake. She was very outgoing and seemed to enjoy the conversations. Other things that stand out in my mind are the times when, every year in the fall, Dad and I would take her down to the Main street in Richfield to put her on a Greylhound bus which would take her to Phoenix for the winter. She always seemed to be so excited about “going south,” as she would say.  I always looked forward to the spring when we would stand in the same spot on main street waiting for the bus to arrive from Phoenix. It was so great to see her get of the bus. Another thing I remember was that she would get a government social security check each month and we would take her down to the bank to cash it.

Raising a family in Antimony, Utah was very hard. The family had very little money and food. Dad, told me that when he was in his early teens he would hitch a ride from Antimony to Marysvale, Utah, where he would steal a ride on a railroad boxcar heading for Salt Lake City. When he got where there were larger towns he would get off and start going walking from house to house knocking on doors asking for work and food. He said many people, probably because they felt sorry for him, would take him in for a few days and put him to work. He did this all through his early teen years. In my early days in Sigurd I remember when my Sister Marilyn and myself would see someone coming down the lane, like I’m sure Dad did before, we would run and tell Mom that a “Tramp” was coming. We all very quickly would get under the bed until such time the knocking subsided and we had the nerve to see if he was gone. I’m sure many people did the same thing to my Dad in his younger days. In his late teens, Dad got a job selling Maytag washing machines. He did this up until he was able to get a full time job as a lobor working at the U. S. Gypsum plant in Sigurd, Utah. This was about the time he married my mother, Mary Beatrice Dastrup Black.

From the time Grandma was divorced from Nephi James Black, and the kids were all grown and moved away, she lived alone. Through these many years she spent many lonely hours. Her little house was heated entirely by the heat from the wood burning kitchen stove. She did not have a telephone or radio that would enable her to stay in touch with the outside world. She was dependant almost entirely on the Parker family and Dad checking on her. Outside of the immediate family, she only had a couple friends that she associated with and she spoke of. She did not seem to want to go down into the main part of Richfield. This may, in part, have been because her mother, Sara Harrop, was a full blooded Piaute Indian. In the early 1900’s many people would look at her being a “Half Breed,” Unfortunately, I suspect there were many who looked down on people of mixed breeds and did not accept them socially. I loved my Grandma and are now comforted by the fact that I know she is in a better place where is is comfortable and is loved and appreciated by all that surround her.

NEPHI JAMES AND PHOEBE LORRAINE HARROP BLACK

Compiled by Teddy B Parker

Phoebe Lorraine Harrop was born August 19, 1874 in Parowan, Iron County, Utah to Alfred Henry and Sarah Benson Harrop.

She was the 5th child in a family of 8. Phoebe was blessed September 25, 1874. The children were: Sarah Eliza, Emily Marie, Alfred Henry Jr., Erma Lauretta, Phoebe Lorraine, Selma Lizette, Agnes Magdelene who were all born in Parowan, a baby boy who was born in Show Low or Snowflake, Arizona and died with his mother during childbirth. Phoebe remembers being under the wagon wrapped in a quilt hearing her mother as she gave birth, she and. the baby both died and were buried in Snowflake, Arizona. As near as we can determine this was about 1881. The family traveled to St. George to be sealed in the Temple in 1877, before Agnes was born. Henry and Sarah were endowed February 22, 1877, according to the St. George Temple records, but they were not sealed until 31 August 1877, the children were also sealed to them at this time. They must have stayed there for a time.

They were back in Parowan the next year when Agnes was born October 15, 1878. Sarah Benson Harrop was a full blooded Indian who was sold to Phoebe Benson in Parowan by an Indian squaw. The Indians would go door to door begging for whatever they needed or wanted. An Indian squaw saw the quilt that Phoebe Benson was making. She offered her a child, a little girl for the quilt. It is unclear whether she was a child they had stolen from another tribe of Indians or their own child.  Some of the records say she was of the Pah Eed tribe. The Indians were known to sell their children and especially if they were children they had been stolen from another tribe. She was first indentured to the Benson’s and later adopted by them and sealed to the family, April 26, 1977. She was taught to cook, sew, and scrub floors and all the things that her white brothers and sisters were taught. She went to the town dances with her family and they saw that she had opportunities to dance. She was washed off the early pictures of the family for reasons we do not know, but the family did have her sealed to their parents later. (Deloy’s wife Grace said that Phoebe told her that Sarah was built like the Benson’s, tall and thin, whereas the Indians were shorter and heavier)

Sarah Benson was married to Henry Alfred Harrop November 23, 1866, when she was 16 years old, Henry would have been 25. Being an Indian in a white culture was not easy in those days and we are sure it caused them pain many times. Henry joined the church in England and came to Utah. We do not know how he got to Parowan, whether he was sent there or came with someone. He was blond, a good looking man who loved to dance and race horses. He must have met Sarah at the dances her family took her, too. No doubt they knew Henry was single, or he may have seen here in town and they fell in love. They must have had a great love for each other to have married knowing how hard it would be. In the Indian stories of Parowan, Henry’s name is included in many of the chases of the .Indians who stole their horses and cattle. In the history of Iron County Mission, Henry Harrop in 1867 is mentioned as helping in an Indian surprise group on page 96. Again on page 97 he is mentioned as fighting Navajo Indians. On page 324, there is, a story of Henry Harrop in a contest with is horses. He lost. But still had the best horses. They moved many places to try to earn a living for their family. Sarah loved to ride horses and took good care of her family. She braided their hair, put ribbons in, kept them clean and loved them a great deal.

The family traveled with a group of people going to Arizona and were in Apache County, Arizona census records of 1880. The census lists Sarah as Indian female and all the kids as 1/2 Indian, Phoebe was 5.  Lee’s ferry was operating during this time and that must have been the way they went. Possibly through Coyote (Antimony) Utah, at least in that general direction. Sarah no doubt had a hard time on the trip being with child. Henry must have helped her a great deal, but even riding in those wagons would have been hard.

Phoebe remembered her father making a casket for her Mother when she died and putting the little baby beside her. I’m sure it was hard for him to do this. He put the casket on two kitchen chairs. Then each of the children climbed up the rungs of the chairs to have a last look at their Mother. After their Mother died the children were all farmed out to good Mormon families to live with and work for them while Henry went on down to the Mesa, area in Arizona to get a place for them, possibly to homestead. (They had to be good people to take one not their own to raise for a time.) Phoebe was 6 years old when Henry left her with a family in Snowflake, we do not know the name of the family. (Ted says that she probably told them but he does not remember the name.) She stood on boxes to wash the dishes. She remembered the area with great fondness and often told her grandchildren of things that went on there. Because they did not think to write them down very few are included here. One story she told was of a horse that all the-men in Snowflake tried to break, he would kick the front of the wagon out each time they hitched him to the wagon. None of them were successful in getting this horse to work, so one day they tied a piece of bed sheet to its tail and let the horse>go into the hills. The last that was seen of that horse was it running full speed trying to get away from the sheet it could see following it.

This was Indian country and the Apache’s used to come over the hills whooping and hollering and scare them, especially when the men were gone for wood or something like that. Phoebe remembers the parents leaving her and all the children home while they went to Show Low for supplies. They were very much afraid of the Indians that were in the hills above them.

Phoebe was bitten by a scorpion and was healed by a blessing, we do not know who or where this occurred. Henry came back for his children from what Phoebe told Sylvia, Phoebe was about 14 years Old when she went to Lehi, Arizona with her father. He took all of them down with him except Erma who remained with the. Moran family, where she had been living, she married one of their sons; William Morgan.

In Lehi, Phoebe worked for different people in their homes, she kept house for two ladies named McDonald who lived across the street from the Black family. Phoebe and Emily worked while Zet and Agnes, who had a club foot, stayed home and kept up the house. Often they were paid in fresh butter, milk, eggs and etc. This is the way. Payment for their work was made in those days. Phoebe later worked for Susannah Jacaway Black that is where she met Nephi James Black. They were married May 15, 1892 in Lehi, Maricopa County, Arizona. Phoebe was 17 almost 18 years old and Nephi. was 21.

Nephi James Black was born February 3, 1871, in Kanosh, Millard County, Utah. His parents were George and Susannah Jacaway Black. He was baptized by Volney King and confirmed by Culbert King in 1878. His father died when Nephi was about 1 1/2 years old. George, Nephi’s father moved from Ireland to England to Nauvoo to Fillmore, to Manti, to Utah’s Dixie and finally to Millard county where he died. In. every case he moved in response to his family, or church or during his mature life, in response to both.  He spent some 30 years as a colonizing missionary for his church, often leaving prospering farms to formidable areas in response to special calls from Brigham Young, whose original mission to the British Isles brought the family into the church.  In all the years he chose to work with his brothers, William and Joseph and his parents in close partnership, no record of dissension, disunity, brotherly strife exists.  His two wives enjoyed an unusual spirit of mutual respect and love and continued to help one another during the difficult years after George’s death.

The histories of George Black have. A consistent pattern of the family staying unified. Whenever one member of the family was forced to leave the others (usually in response to a special church calling), one finds the very soon all the family is again united. As a teen-ager, George assumed a man’s role as his mother, brothers, and sister went to Nauvoo leaving their father to go complete a mission in Ireland and England. At age twenty he was asked to serve as a body guard to the Profit Joseph Smith. Later he fought against the mob as they invaded Nauvoo. His destitute family were among the last to leave Nauvoo because they had no provisions for a trip west. When they were final1y forced out, young. George found work on the Mississippi river as a river boatman, earning enough money to purchase an outfit for his families trip west. These difficult years must have left little opportunity for romance, but on one of his river trips he met a young French girl in St. Louis who was a member of the church. Susannah Jacaway, along with her family joined him soon after they met and they all traveled to Salt Lake together.  They were married 3April 8, 1850 and joined his family in Manti.  In a wintry November they began their first colonizing mission in Utah in the newly founded Fillmore.  They buried their first daughter there.  During those early years it seemed that if the Indians weren’t about to destroy their settlement, the grasshoppers were.  While in Fillmore his wife urged him to take Mary Donnelly as a second wife.  She had come to Utah as an Irish convert, with the Blacks. She had lost her first husband and won the families heart as she, reminded them of their daughter Mary, who had died in childbirth a few years, earlier. Just as they were beginning to establish a successful farm near Fillmore the call in 1861 came to go to the “cotton mission in Dixie near Zion’s, Park.” Nine years of sacrifice, labor and faithful effort resulted in a farm mostly washed away by alternate floods, or drought. Their long time friend, President Brigham Young, released them from the mission in 1869 and George went back to Fillmore area to build a real home for his s family. For the first, time in his life he was not on a called mission for the church. Within two years he was called to his heavenly home, he was 49 years old.

Susannah, Jacaway was sealed to David Savage in the St. George Temple February 9, 1878. We are not sure if they went as a family to Arizona or if Susannah went with the Black family, but they arrived there shortly after or at the same time the Harrop’s were there. From what Pearl aunt Sylvia said the family had a large house, horses and other animals. Nephi used to tell his grandchildren about how his mother would send him to town for some items from the store. Each time she sent him she would tell him “hurry back.” He would play, visit people, look at things around him, explore, or whatever, but when he got the items he was sent for, he said, “I would run the little horse all the way home.”

Nephi always enjoyed reading and studying the gospel as his father did. Neither one got a great deal of schooling, but both knew how to work. Nephi and Phoebe were married when he was 21 and she was almost 17. Gertrude was the first child born to them, January 21, 1893. She was followed by Nephi J James Jr. September 16, 1894, then Sylvia Lorraine, March 13, 1896. Pearl was born October 19, 1897 followed by Rueben March 16, 1901. These children were all born in Lehi, Maricopa, County, Arizona.  Deloy Kimball was born September 11, 1902 in Coyote, Garfield County, Utah. They had moved from Arizona to Utah between these two children. Iona’ was born April 10, 1904, and Grant Arlie January 22, 1908 in Coyote.

Nephi went on two missions after they were married. One to the Southern States and one to Florida. Pearl was born while he was gone and he did not see her until she was two and a half years old. Phoebe told of her gathering iron wood off the desert to use for fire wood and to sell to keep her family in food while he was gone. It was hard work.

Susannah Jacaway Black lived in a lean-to that, extended from Phoebe and Nephi’s house.~l1e had a habit of putting long sticks into the kitchen stove and letting the ends stick out until some of the stick had burnt off and then pushing the rest of the stick into the stove (This is what Mother told me: Susannah had gone to town, leaving a fire burning in her stove. 5 When they smelled smoke, they all ran outside and found that the lean-to was on fire. They tried to save some of their things but the fire traveled too fast. Mother said they thought some of the sticks fall onto the floor and started the fire. Sylvia said Phoebe had the habit of building big fires until the smoke stack got red. It is unsure which caused the fire but in any event the house they all lived in burnt down. It burnt the baby kittens they had along with most of their belongings. Sylvia remembers all the children crying about the kittens. Because of the fire and also because some of his brothers were in Coyote, Utah, Nephi, Phoebe, Susannah and all the children moved to Coyote in 1901- they stayed y stayed here for a time, then because Nephi’s brother had moved. to Cowley, Wyoming and wanted them to join him, they went by train to Cowley where they lived for a couple of years. Someone must have taken them by wagon to Marysvale to catch the train. On the way to Wyoming they must, have stopped in Salt Lake City and were sealed together, according to the Salt Lake temple records, as a family, April 14, 1906.  Iona was little and blond and became a favorite with all the people on. the train as they traveled, all the rest of the children had dark hair and eyes. She was about two years old at that time. Phoebe did not like it in Wyoming and wanted to move back to Utah. I’m pure part of it was because, she being part Indian, was not accepted as well there and it was no doubt very much. colder than they were used to. It was no doubt hard anywhere in those days. They also lost Iona in Cowley, they had left her in the garden to eat green peas, this is what they felt caused her death. There is still a house standing in Cowley which Nephi laid the brick for. (It is unclear if Susannah Jacaway Black accompanied them to Wyoming or stayed in. Coyote with other members of the family.) It must have been shortly after Iona, died they returned to Coyote as Grant Arlie was born in Coyote in January 1908, he only lived a few months and then he too died. Sylvia said she and her father stayed in Cowley for a time in order to get enough money for them to come to Utah.

In her memories Sylvia wrote, quote: “We children called our Mother Mama. There were 8 children in our family, 4 boys and 4 girls” so there. were many around the table daily. Mama ran her brood with a loving, but iron hand, we knew she was boss and we respected her for it. Mama was what we called crazy clean. The first thing she did in the. morning was to make her bed. We would peek into her bedroom sometimes with mischief in our eyes, we would love to have gone in and run our fingers up and down to ruffle it up a bit but we knew better.

It kept my poor grandfather head to the grindstone to keep this large family in food and clothing. He was a brick layer but de didn’t make enough for the going times. We lived in a medium country town. We lived as a happy family, singing a lot together. My father was always singing little ditties to us here is one of them: “We’re plain folks your mother and me, just folks like our own folks used to be. If our presence seems to grieve you we will go away and leave you, cause we’re just plain folks.”

I hated Monday morning because it was wash day. Mama had a system to her work, Tuesday was ironing day, Wednesday was cleaning, Mama’s quilts and blankets would go out on the line for airing. They always smelled sweet· and fresh that evening. Thursday was shopping, Friday was cooking, Saturday she lined our clothes up for the next day which was Sunday, we all went to church. In the evening we all knelt down together for prayer, we thrived as a family full of spiritual food, dedicated to serve our God.” Unquote.

While they lived in Coyote (now called Antimony), Utah, Sylvia and the other girls worked for some of the families babysitting and etc. and were paid in fresh butter, milk and eggs. At a party one night Nephi James Jr. and some of the other young men in the town found some wine which they tasted. They wrecked the. party and were sick for a week. Nephi really learned a lesson from this experience.

The family moved to Richfield because the girls wanted to have a better selection of boys to choose from. (Susannah Jacaway Black died. June 9, 1909. She had taught all the children of Phoebe and Nephi some music. Nephi Jr. was evidently a very good musician. Mother said that the postmaster knowing that Susannah Jacaway was near death sent a letter containing a payment for property she owned in Missouri back to the people who sent it. Mother said it was half of main street on one side. Because he went this letter back they never received anything for this property which irked Mother, that’s why I remember this story.) Nephi went to work for the gypsum plant in Sigurd. It was. eight miles from Richfield, so he stayed at a boarding house during the week. This is the way all the men who worked there did. as it was too expensive in time and money for them to make the trip each day with the slow cars or teams they had.

Gertrude married Heber Phillip King June 8, 1911, in the Manti Temple. She had met him while living in Coyote before they moved to Richfield. Nephi James Jr. married Ida Nichols February 21, 1913, he worked with his Dad at the gypsum plant in Sigurd. He was very strong and a good athlete, he could carry several sacks of gypsum on his back, at the same time. He contracted the flue in 1918 and died November 10, 1918, he was 24; .he had two children, Coral and Nephi James III, known as Bud.

Pearl married Albert Parker January 13, 1915 when she was       Sylvia, who expected to marry before Pearl, had a trousseau ready which she gave to Pearl when she married. Sylvia married Horace Bertelson, March 8, 1917, Rueben married Thelma Parker February 6, 1919, and Deloy married Leona Torgensen, October 25, 1924. With all the children gone it seemed the pressure was gone .to work together and because of old hurts and new arguments Phoebe and Nephi divorced. Phoebe never married again but Nephi could not be alone and married Mary Jane Madsen in February 19.~3. She had some young children so his nose was against the grind stone again while trying to support the family. They divorced and he married Emma Gertrude Naylor November 5, 1952.

Right after the divorce Phoebe was living down by the old First ward church. She had the habit of reading murder mysteries and was very superstitious. When she came up to Pearl’s she usually spent enough time that it was after dark when she started home. Sherman remembers having to walk home with her and staying the night. He said he always had to look under all the beds, tables, in the closets and any place someone could hide before Phoebe could go to bed. Donna V remembers sleeping with her in her feather bed. It was so thick that you rolled right to the middle and against one another. Ted remembers how soft that feather bed was, especially when you usually slept on a straw tick. Phoebe is remembered for having her wash out very early in the morning and how white and clean it was hanging on the line. Sherman remembers how she always knew when Nephi carne up to Pearl’s even though she only had two windows in her little house. She had moved to the little red adobe house through the block from Pearl and Albert. Phoebe had a brass bed with glass balls on the feet; she also had a table with glass balls for feet. She always kept these polished brightly. When Pearl and Albert went to. St. George to get some fruit Phoebe tended the kids. Each morning she made skilly-glue for breakfast. This was the whitest gravy that Ted ever remembers, and very good. The kids always wanted her to make it for them.

Phoebe had a lump in her side, she was afraid of a tumor or cancer, Dr. Blackburn rebuked the lump. She started to flow big chunks came and the lump was gone.

Phoebe decided to return to Arizona to live, she had received an inheritance from her father’s estate and was able to care for herself, besides she loved Arizona. One wonders if the memories of those early times were better, perhaps the divorce other trials made Utah a very hard place to live. She came back when her daughter Pearl was buried, that was the last time she was in Richfield.

Nephi, after he divorced Emma Naylor, followed Phoebe to Arizona, he seemed to want to be near her even though they were divorced. Let us quote from Sylvia again. Quote: “One day a letter came from Mesa, Arizona “come quick your father has had a stroke.” He was going to the Temple each day and living with a family who lived close to the temple, so he didn’t have to walk very far. I had bought him a cane but he refused to use it.

My husband and I drove to Mesa and brought him (Nephi) back to Las Vegas to our place.  I had him about 40 days before he died. My father had given me enough money for his burial, also Mama’s. After father died I went to visit Mama  paid for a funeral for her in Mesa. It wasn’t too long until I received another come quick telegram. I took my daughter, granddaughter and Fred, my husband, we drove to Phoenix. We got there just as the hearse was leaving the rest home. We followed it to the mortuary in Mesa. I cried and said ‘Mama, I’m right behind you, I’ll take care of you.’ She did not want to be buried in temple clothes. She said she didn’t feel like she deserved them. I bought her one of those beautiful dresses at, the mortuary. I stared and stared at her, she had lost weight,. She looked like a bride. I know it was the loveliest dress she ever had” (Margaret, Sylvia’s daughter said that Sylvia did bury Phoebe in her temple clothes.)

Nephi James Black  died March18, 1959 and was buried in Las Vegas March 20, 1959. Phoebe Lorraine Harrop Black followed him March 19, 1962, she was buried in Mesa near her father Henry Harrop.

June 2, 1993, Betty and I visited Antimony and we cannot see how Nephi supported his family when they lived in this town. He owned no land, no team or wagon, or car in his life time that we have any evidence of. This town is strictly farming and I know they had no industries the days they were there. Uncle Reuben took Garn and I there in the early thirties and I do not remember many brick homes in the town. We did not see any old brick homes we drove through the town. Most of the old ones were all. wood. He must have gone somewhere else in order to get work. This would have taken part of what he made to live himself. Phoebe was evidently alone at least part of the time as Deloy tells of them not having any food but coarse ground meal in the house. So Phoebe sent him and Reuben to the neighbors to borrow some milk to put on the cereal. When she got the meal out it was full of weevil so she threw it out.  All they had was milk before going to bed. There must have been lots of fish in the streams but they did not seem to. use them for food. When Uncle Reuben took us there he showed us how abundant the fish were in otter Creek. Nephi, son of Nephi, was superb athlete. Mother told of him straddling a pole fence as he grew up and pretending to be riding a bicycle. He enjoyed lifting things and trained a lot. He wrestled, Mother told of him breaking a man’s arm in a wrestling match. people who didn’t know I was related to him would tell me about his great strength. This was unusual as he was also a master musician, he was taught by his Grandmother, Susannah Jacaway Black. I have been told by people that ‘When given a strange piece of music he had never seen before, he would look at it for a short time and then play it. He did not have to practice on the keys as others do. I do not remember Mother saying he played other instruments than the piano but he could have done so. When he worked with his Father at the gypsum plant at Sigurd, Albert, my father, said he got on his hands and knees and they piled bags of gypsum on his back. It was near’ a ton and he was calling for more when the foreman caught them and made them remove the sacks from his back.

As we have written this history, even though we do not know a great deal about the feelings and experiences of these two women, Phoebe and Sarah, I have felt them so very close as if they were trying to convey to you, their posterity, some of the love they had for the gospel  and for their husbands. In spite of all the hardships which they endured, I know that they would not have wanted to come to earth in any other generation or any other time.  Sara and Henry knew before they  married how hard it would be for them. The many troubles that the people were having with the Indians would make it hard, but when they got to know Sarah they loved her. This is evidenced by the fact that people took those little children into their homes to raise them until Henry could get a home for them and return. The experiences must have been good for Phoebe loved Snowflake so passionately. Even though. Phoebe and Nephi divorced the love was still there or Nephi would not have gone to Arizona to be near her Nor would he have worried about her having a nice funeral. As, each of you have trials in your lives remember these women and the men who married them and the example they set for you,  Love each other as they loved, live the gospel and be example to your children and those around you.

Betty Joe Parker (Teddy’s Wife)

Following is a bio of Phoebe Lorraine Harrop Black’s mother, Sara Harrop (the Indian girl):

https://www.blackfamilygenealogy.org/sara-the-indian-girl/Sara Harrop, the Indian girl