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Show I A Real Pioneer . . . The Springville Herald Salutes Our Older Residents With Picture, Story , years later Mr. Phillips, with the aid of Joseph, who did the carpentry, carpen-try, and the children, who made the adobes, a five-room house was built. When Iva, the sixth child, was only 11 days old, Mrs. Phillips recalls re-calls printing 18 pounds of butter. but-ter. The children went to school in a one-room house, and when the 30 school children dwindled to six, the school was closed. Mrs. Phillips' sixth child was born in February, with only a mid-wife in attendance. The snow was so deep that paths were like tunnels and fences were covered. Often the family was isolated for months in the canyon during the winter, with no phone or other means of communication or transportation. trans-portation. When school closed in the canyon can-yon the children came to town and lived in a newly-purchased home. After the death of Mr. Phillips in May 1928, Mrs. Phillips sold the farm to her sons. She had lived in the canyon 28 years. Her children chil-dren helped her to build her present pres-ent home, where she enjoys doing light house work and working in the flower garden in the summer. A daughter, Mrs. Lizzie Billings, lives with her. Mrs. Philips took active part in Relief Society work after moving to town, and has been a faithful member of the LDS church throughout her life. She is the mother of seven sons and , daughters, including: Miss Mrs. Rachel Phillips Lucy Phillips, Mrs. Myrtle Bird, Victor and Ralph Phillips, Mrs. Ivy Hodson and Mrs. Lizzie Billings, Bill-ings, all of Springville. A daughter, daugh-ter, Hananh, died at the age of 23, with pneumonia. There are also 26 grandchildren and six great grandchildren, and for these Mrs. Phillips takes a special pride in always having the cookie jar full whenever they visit her. Mrs. Phillips cooks a fine dinner din-ner daily for her daughter, and upon being complimented for this she said: "I don't see too well and I can't hear too well, but I have two good legs and as long as they are good they are going to take me around." For Mrs. Rachel Crump Phillips, widow of John Thomas Phillips, life must have begun after forty. Although in her earlier years she had some interesting experiences, these seemed to be overshadowed by the anxiety of making a living and the hardships which she and her family endured. Mrs. Phillips is truly a pioneer in more than one sense of the word. She arived in the United States in 1871 at the age of four years. It had taken her parents, Daniel and Lucy Castree Crump, just 21 years to have enough money for the family consisting of parents and four children, to come to America. Although very young, Mrs. Phillips recalls that her mother was carried onto the vessel ves-sel and. the doctor said she would die at sea, but her health improved im-proved after coming to this country. coun-try. The ship which they came on was crude and roughly finished with the table made of board slabs. The beds were bunks, six high, with just enough room for a person to crawl into them. One of the things which she has never forgotten was the boiled potatoes which they served on the vessel by pouring them from a barrel onto a big table. She said she was seasick and the potato smell did not help. There was a month of this before they arrived in New York. About the only thing she recalls of the city was being afraid of losing her parents. In New York her parents bought a ticket on the train for Pittsburgh, Ohio, where they lived 3' years, her father and older brother working in the foundry. Life in the United States was better than in England, where one worked hard and long for the richer class, but even in this country coun-try money was a scarce article. She recalls how delighted she was the first time she saw her mother light a match to make a fire in a stove. Also the excitement of seeing her father bring home a shiny new washboard for her mother. The sewing machine topped all of the wonderful new things they saw for the first time in America. Upon leaving Pittsburgh the family came to Spanish Fork to live, and on the train a lady gave the children the first peanuts they had ever tasted. When the family arrived in Spanish Fork they lived in a one-room one-room granary and it was Mrs. Philips and her brother Joseph who had to keep the cracks and roof filled with mud. Her father worked in the Salt Lake Temple quarry in Cottonwood canyon for 11 years. Mrs. Phillips, with her brother and her mother, gleaned enough wheat from the fields the fall they arrived in Spanish Fork to keep the family that winter. When the father had both legs broken and his eyesight failed, he was forced to quit the quarry. Mrs. Phillips then had to work to supplement sup-plement the family budget. She became a seamstress and earned as much as 50 -cents per day. Later she went to work for Senator Sena-tor Reed Smoot and his first wife in Provo, and she recalls what she considered sheer wastefulness when Mrs. Smoot had 21 pairs of shoes. She worked for $2 a week and board and room. She completed grade schools and then gave up a long cherished dream of attending B. Y. Academy, Acade-my, to help build a house for the family. She recalls that she and her brother Joseph made the adobes and laid them up for the family home. The house was completed in one year. They often traded work with the neighbors neigh-bors to pay for materials they could not make. As a young girl, Mrs. Phillips and her sister Lucy walked from Spanish Fork to Springville, bringing bring-ing a basket of butter and eggs to sell them to the Bringhurst store for cash, as the store in when the granary in which Mrs. Phillips' nephew was sleeping, burned. The boy died and all the wheat for the spring planting was destroyed, as well as the family's fam-ily's spare bedding and clothes. The next two years Mrs. Phillips Phil-lips churned butter as the mainstay main-stay of the family income. A few Spanish Fork did not pay cash. For their butter they received 25c per pound, and 15c per dozen for the eggs. Mrs. Phillips was always interested inter-ested in Relief Society work and as a young girl she recalls going from door to door with a basket to gather up thread, needles and cloth for the Relief Society. After a four-year courtship she was married to Mr. Phillips in the Manti Temple, June 16, 1892. They moved to the Phillips farm in the west fields, where they lived eight years in a 2-room house. Here four children were born. At this time Mr. Philips had an opportunity op-portunity to purchase a three-quarter three-quarter section of land ten miles up Hobble Creek canyon. Mrs. Phillips was not afraid of the work connected with the ranch, when she advised against it, but she was thinking of the disadvantages disadvan-tages for her children living in the canyon. They moved to the ranch in March 1900, in a 2-room frame home. The land was covered cov-ered with willows and small trees, which were grubbed and hoed away for the farm. The following year, just six weeks after her fifth child was born, tragedy struck the family |