Ann Chatterley Macfarlane - Indian Persistence

Several weeks ago I taught a lesson to the young women at church about Heritage. I made a display to go along with the lesson about what my heritage is. My heritage, what has been handed down to me and I hope to pass on to my descendants, is family history. I brought the display home and hung it up in my workroom, right behind the computer, so that I can see it every day.


These are the women who inspire me! - 1st column: Annie Marie Sammon Caman, Sabra Adeline Dennis, Beatrice Ann Betts, Charlotte Ann Macfarlane McQuarrie. 2nd column: Kathryn Bond Berkowitz, Louise Elizabeth Lusty Penrose, Ruth McQuarrie Penrose, Florence Faye Alkire Love. 3rd column: Lu Penrose Bond, Joella Shewalter Cameron Love, Anna White Durrett Bond, Miriam Elizabeth Griffiths Bond Haddow. 4th column: Ann Chatterley Macfarlane, WIlburta June Love Linenbach, Florence Faye Alkire, Agnes Gray McQuarrie.

Among those women is my great-great-great grandmother, Ann Chatterley Macfarlane. She was an inspiring woman! There are many wonderful stories told of her, and each one impresses me with her dedication and her strength. I hope that I could be as up to the challenge as she was!!

I am going to share one of her stories today. The story of Indian Persistence.


"We have no photographs of Ann as a young girl, but from family comments and descriptions, she must have been attractive. Her hair and eyes were coal black, and didn't ever turn completely gray." - Anna Brooks Taylor

Ann was born in Manchester, England on 3 March 1837 to Joseph and Nancy Morton Chatterley. The family joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and sailed to America to join the pioneer trek west to Utah. Joseph was an iron worker and his skills were needed in the Cedar City area.

From a biography by Ann's granddaughter, Ruth M. Penrose:

"When the Chatterley family arrived in Cedar City they found the Indians well established in the mountains and valleys roundabout. Ann, 15, wanted to learn more about them - even their language, which she soon did. The Indians admired her dark hair and eyes. One came to her father, Joseph Chatterley, and offered him 40 horses and 40 blankets for her - Joseph had no idea that the Indian was serious and thought no more of it; however, in about two weeks came this same Indian with 40 blankets and 40 horses and the tribesmen to help him. Joseph explained that white men did not sell their children - and for him to leave and take his tribe, blankets and horses. This caused much trouble - the Indians left in anger declaring to return and get her anyway.

"George A. Smith ordered Ann to remain inside the Fort until the affair quieted down regardless of the time it might take. Ann realized her own responsibility to keep the peace. After about three months and “lookouts” had reported no sign of trouble, Ann said as soon as it was really safe she wanted to learn to milk a cow. (Seems there was a space between the Fort and the enclosure where cattle were kept - this space between was for guards on duty at all times). One evening Ann was allowed to go to the corral with her brother at milking time. She watched how he did it - then he let her “strip” that cow while he went to milk another. She had started, but heard a slight rustling sound, looked up to see an Indian ready to grab her in a buffalo skin. She let out an awful scream and ran for the Fort. All were alerted and she was saved but did not recover from this fright for many a day, if ever. Every grandchild or great-grandchild over age 40 has heard this story - each one retells it - with his or her own degree of interpretation. This is my version. RMP"

The same story with different details is offered by Anna Brooks Taylor:

“The Indians were attracted to this little black-eyes, black hair girl and asked to buy her. Her father laughingly said, “She will cost 50 ponies and some blankets.” In only a few days the old chief appeared with the herd of ponies. When her father tried to explain, the Indian didn’t take kindly to the joke. During the next few weeks, she was guarded constantly. One night, as she carried a large bucket of milk to the fort, she spied a big Indian in the brush. She flew to the safety of the fort, but realizing he was gaining on her, she threw the bucket and the milk at him and fell through the door to safety.”

It is amazing what the pioneers went through as they crossed the plains and settled a new home in unfamiliar territory. It was a very different time!

Direct line ancestry: Ann Chatterley Macfarlane --> Charlotte Ann Macfarlane McQuarrie --> Ruth McQuarrie Penrose --> Lu Penrose Bond --> Kathryn Bond Berkowitz --> Lora Marshall Nehring

Family Treasures

There are many wonderful treasures that our family before us has left behind to remind us of our heritage, but what I am showing you today it is what I could fit in a box. : )

Last month was the closing social luncheon of the Daughters of Utah Pioneers, a historical society that I am a member of. I was asked to decorate the tables. There are many things that I have the privilege of being caretaker, so, I packed together some of them and I used them as table decorations.

I took photos of each of the displays.






In this centerpiece, the leaf doily belonged to Gma, Lu Penrose Bond (I am not sure if it belonged to anyone before her); the silver candle holder, the curling iron and the wooden recipe box belonged to Gma, Wilburta Love Linenbach (which she got from her mother, Florence Faye Alkire Love), the tube is military citations from g-Gpa Wilbur Love; the plate was painted by Monna Love Drake, Gma Willie's aunt, Wilbur's sister; the pin is the Macfarlane Scottish family crest; the photo is of g-Gma, Elizabeth Griffiths; the compact and the Bible came from the Abbotts (Kevin's mother's side of the family); the photo of the little boy is of David Nerhing, Kevin's dad. I made the pioneer sun bonnet.




In this centerpiece, the silver candle holder, the silver plate, the recipe book, the Art of Cooking and Serving book, the beaded shawl and the golden spoon belonged to Gma, Wilburta Love Linenbach (which she got from her mother), the drafting case was Dad's; and the hat is a scottish tam-o-shanter with the Macfarlane Scottish family crest.




In this centerpiece, the leather recipe box, the flowered bowl and the clippers belonged to Gma, Wilburta Love Linenbach (who got them from her mother), the leaf doily and the Book of Mormon came from Gma, Lu Penrose Bond, and the photo is of g-Gma, Elizabeth Griffiths, and her mother, Beatrice Betts. I made the pioneer sun bonnet.




In this centerpiece, the silver cups and the wooden scrapbook belonged to Gma, Wilburta Love Linenbach; the hymn book came from the Nehring family; the biography is about g-g-g Gpa, John Menzies Macfarlane; and the photos are of Henrietta Ingalls Wallace, g-g- Gma. I made the pioneer sun bonnet.

These are "things" but they represent the amazing lives of our grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and more. It is a great gift to be able to preserve them!

Wilbur Ticknor Love

Wilbur Ticknor Love was born on 26 August 1886 in Navasota, Grimes County, Texas. He was the fourth of seven children born to Robert and Joella Love. Not much has been recorded about his youth.

On 7 April 1917, WIlbur married Florence Faye Alkire in Alvin, Brazoria Couthy, Texas.

On 5 June 1917, Wilbur joined the Marine Corps as a Private. On his Registration Card he listed his employment as an Assistant Sales Manager at the Imperial Sugar Company in Sugar Land, Texas. His physical description was listed as tall and slender with blue eyes and light hair.



Wilbur served in the Marines for eight years, both in the Phillippines and in the European Theater. He was a Lieutenant serving with the 2nd Marine Division, and while in France with the 6th Machine Gun Battalion. He received many high military decorations, including the Croix de Guerre, the Silver Star, the Bronze Star and the Fer du Jour.




Wilbur Love (in the sidecar) in Germany in 1919

Recently, I was talking to a lady at the Daughters of Utah Pioneers and she asked about an artifact that I had brought to display at our luncheon. I was telling her about Gpa Love and where he had served. When I mentioned Verdun, France (where Wilbur received a medal for his involvement), she started to get teary-eyed and told me that was where many of her family were from and that many of them had not survived. I realized that I knew absolutely nothing about the Battle of Verdun, so I came home and did some research on it. It is still referred to as the worst battles in wartime history. One of the websites I found was the Sons of the Sixth (referring to the 6th Machine Gun Battalion). I emailed the webmaster and asked him about Gpa Love's citations, etc., and I sent him a photo of WIlbur and copies of his citations. He has added Gpa to his website, Old World War , and soon, also to his Sons of the Sixth website. He found an even better description of why Wilbur received one of his medals. Very cool!

When Wilbur returned home from WWI, he and Florence had two daughters, Juanita Faye, born in 1921 and Wilburta June, born in 1922.


Wilburta, Wilbur, Florence and Juanita Love, 1934, Reseda, CA

According to Gma Willie, when he returned home from the war, Wilbur and his brother-in-law, Clyde established a restaurant equipment business in Los Angeles, until the depression. Later he worked for the California Department of Employment in Los Angeles, as an Assistant Manager, until he retired in 1952.

In a book called "Grandma, Tell Me Your Memories. . . .", Wilburta Linenbach wrote of her father:

"I'm proud that my parents wanted to name me after my dad, but I wish his name hadn't been Wilbur. Nobody could spell it and half the people could't say it correctly. I think my family started [calling me] "Willie" for my sake.

"My father, bless his heart. It was never a secret that he wanted a son. He never, ever made me feel like I should have been a boy, except once. I wasn't too old but he told my mom one day that he'd take me for a haircut. He did ask me if I would try a "boy's bob". I know I did not want one but I said yes to please him and then I think I cried for 24 hours.

"When we lived in those two years in Reseda, next to Van Nuys, it was because my dad had a relapse of what they use to call "shell shocked" from WWI. He went on total disability for two years. The small acreage we had there did him a world of good. No outside work as far as another job went but outside work physically, garden, chickens and rabbits, eggs to sell, etc. Anyway, when we moved there from Glendale I was broken hearted - but it turned into the best memories I'll never forget.

"My dad was an ex-Marine and had tons of pictures, medals and clippings. For yeas my mom had letters he wrote to her. He had volumes of pictures that you view through a view master and I looked at them a million times. I wish I knew what happened to them. (I do too!!)

"My dad was super military oriented. I remember being proud of him as a "big wig" in the American Legion and in parades. I always was aware of how much he loved my mom.

"My dad didn't give advice, as I recall, but he instilled a deep patriotism in me. He loved our country.

"He wasn't good at building and even not good at girl's toys or games. But he taught me card games and a love of reading. He did not finish school but he could do the hardest word puzzles and read tough to read books. He was a born leader of men - not in a big way like a governor, etc., but among his friends and employees. His gift was his family love."

Wilbur was a commander of the Los Angeles American Legion Post, commander of the Second Division Association, a member of the J.B. Clark American Legion Post 149, the John R. Simpson Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 1513 (both in Escondido, CA) and an elder in the Presbyterian Church.



In an undated newspaper clipping it is reported that "Wilbur T. Love, 52, suffered injuries that required hospital treatment when he was struck by a Pacific Electric bus."

Wilbur died from complications due to heart disease in Escondido, San Diego County, California, on 5 June 1958. He was cremated on the 15 July 1958 and is interred at the Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Los Angeles, California.

In a recent email from Lindi to me she wrote of her Gpa Love:

"I remember Mom & Dad brought  him to live near us in Fresno after Gma Love died, but I was in 3rd grade, or so, and don't remember a whole lot.  He was a kind Gpa, soft spoken.  From what I am told he had PTSD, which was called "shell shocked" at that time.  I also learned that he worked for the State of CA at the EDD/Unemployment office after the war.  That is where I started my first State job.  His birthday was 8/27, mine is 8/28.  So with a few things in common with him I have always had a soft spot in my heart for him.
 
"Gpa [Richard] Marshall doesn't have a whole lot of good things to say about him due to him always reminding Gma that she was supposed to be a boy.  (Keep in mind the one pic of her dressed like a boy.) I guess it was a real issue.  Also, the "Love" side were more "commoners" than the Marshall's.  Social class was a real biggie in those days.
 
"Darryl has great memories of him as he taught him how to fish.  Darryl still loves to fish to this day.  Those are my memories of him.  I treasure the new ones that you are finding.  Thank you!!"

Lindi said that Gpa and Gma Love would be proud of me for doing this, and that means so much to me!


Wilbur Love, late 1950s