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Show Volume XXV Issue VIII The Ogden Valley news Page 9 June 15, 2018 Autobiography of Charles Alexander Hogge: Part I Note: This biography was take from “History of the Eden Ward Ogden Stake Utah: 1877 – 1977” researched and compiled by Melba and Ren Colvin. By request, I take time to write a few experiences of my life. I was born October 16, 1886 at West Weber, the fifth child of William George Hogge and Margaret Ann Ririe Hogge. I was blessed December 2, 1886 by James F. Hunter. I was born in an adobe 3-roomed house across the street from Brother and Sister Gibson whose house was also adobe. A few years later, father built a 2-roomed brick on the east end of the adobe, a cellar just south of the house to keep milk, butter, and garden produce, fruit, etc. The dirt roof was also handy to slide down both winter and summer in a pan. Not far from there was an artesian well with a trough to water animals. It also served as a good place to cool off, get wet clothes, and shoes, then a spanking. Not far from there was a granary and stable for horses and cows. I could be located at one of these places when real young; but a little later in life, I was mostly found across the street playing with a boy just my age, Heber Gibson. Sometimes we two were found 2 or 3 blocks away at the home of Ririe’s, McLean’s, Telford’s, Alvord’s, or Blanches. West Weber was divided into three districts. At the east was called Dixie Field, the southwest was called West Field, and the place where Heber and I lived was called the New City. Many were the good times we had together, both girls and boys. I cannot recall any quarrels or trouble we ever had. When we went to Sunday School, or MIA or Primary, we all went together night or day, about a mile and one half; walked, rain or sunshine, it made no difference; we grew up like one family. One schoolhouse was located in the east end of Dixie Field, the other between West Field and New City, about one-half mile south of home. As I recall, my first teachers were Sarah and Julia Hawkes, then Ammon Green. When I was the age of eight, fifteen days after my birthday, I was baptized by Brother Archibald McFarland on October 31, 1894, and confirmed November 1, 1894 by Bishop Robert McFarland. I was ordained a deacon when LETTER cont. from page 3 sheriff’s office, and were predominately determined by market study adjustments. After the tax increase was passed, the sheriff addressed a few employees in his office who were not included in the market adjustment, including my wife. Her specific pay increase was not included in the tax increase when it was voted on. My opponent’s statements that I voted for a tax increase to give my wife a raise is blatantly not true. I’m running for re-election to continue the positive change that has occurred in Weber County government. We need to continue these efforts to ensure that Weber County government works efficiently for you, and brings prosperity. I have worked to implement the use of neutral hiring and promotion boards to reduce favoritism and eliminate the “good ol’ boys” system; created a process for all contracts, fourteen years of age, December 15, 1900 by Bishop Robert McFarland and ordained an elder April 14, 1907 by Nathan Hawkes, Jr.; a seventy, January 30, 1910, by J. Golden Kimball. I was set apart as a missionary to the Western State Mission February 8, 1910 by Joseph W. McMurrin. President John L. Herrick was presiding over the Western States Mission with headquarters at Denver, Colorado. I left for my mission while still a member of the West Weber Ward. William C. Hunter was the bishop who gave me my recommendation for a mission. I felt honored for having this experience and that I was able to pay my own expenses. I sold a team of colts, not yet broken in for work, to Jode Staker for $375 and 22 head of young stock that I had bought when calves for $31 to $10 per head. I kept them until they were two years old and sold them to Clyde Fuller for $325. Mother rented me the beet ground to raise sugar beets on and said she would give me one third of the beet check. She rented me the beet ground for two years. My share of the check was $200 each year, giving me $400; and I had $150 in the bank. So this totals up to $1250 in Ogden State Bank when I left for my mission. When I needed money, I would write to mother, and she would send the amount I asked for. When released I had $161.50 balance. During this mission, mother sold her home in West Weber and bought a place in Eden from William and Mary Ellen Lindsay for $3750. It was 17 acres with a little frame house, red barn and granary, and buggy and wagon shed. I must return back to West Weber and finish my experiences in that ward, for those years helped me to be what I am today. Among one of my earliest pieces of advice was from my Uncle James B. Ririe, “Never put money in the bank. Put your savings into something that will grow into money, like buy young stock and watch them grow into good milk cows or beef cattle to put on the market. Sheep and pigs do likewise.” I followed this advice and can say it proved much faster increasing than my bank account. I loved to work with animals, and above all I loved to work in the soil even though I had to wrap gunny sacks around my knees when given a job thinning beets in sandy ground. I was 9 to 11 years old at this time. expenditures, agendas, and meetings to be posted online; and established a process that requires all capital projects meet criteria that ensures they provide maximum value to the community. I continue to work on creating quality jobs and save tax -payer dollars. We saved taxpayers $23 million in long-term liability costs through policy changes. and saved $1.3 million county tax dollars by renegotiating contractual subsidies. I made difficult decisions that directed the county toward a more responsible financial situation and remain committed to continue this effort. Weber County is in a much stronger position today than it was three years ago. I ask for your vote and your support to continue building a Weber County that works for you. If you have questions, please reach out at 801-710-0788. My first wages were 25 cents a day, then I got 35 cents per day, and when I got 50 cents I thought I surely was making money. I turned all my money over to mother to keep. When I needed a dance ticket or wanted to go to a show (home stage), I would ask her for the amount until I was 18 years of age. Then I said I would like to rent the farm; but all I rented was just the beet ground, turned over to mother for the family support. When I was around 14 or 15 years of age, the railroad was in progress to cross the lake to San Francisco. When under construction Bishop Robert McFarland got me a job to carry water for a working group up by his place for $1.25 per day. That surely looked like big money to me. I worked there for about two months. They didn’t work on Sundays then. The grading was done by horses and scrapers. A man by the name of Mr. Hunt was my boss. When the job was completed, he congratulated me on my work and said, “If you ever are close to where I have work to be done, you surely will have a job.” I used to leave my pony, old Cider, at Bishop McFarland’s yard, as his place was close to the railroad construction work. I would get up early in the morning to milk cows and ride about four miles to work by 7:30 a.m. We quit work at 6:00 p.m. Ella was always frightened about milking cows and didn’t like to go into a yard where the cows were. I f a cow belched, Ella would run out of the yard. Laura, Bill, and Nettie were not afraid, so I could get help from them to milk sometimes when I wanted to go to a dance over a tHooper, which as ten miles away. We had to leave about seven o’clock to get over there by eight or eight thirty. Dances always started at eight and closed at twelve midnight. Laura Bell and Nettie often took candy and gum for their pay when helping me get off. My father died when I was eight years old. All my boyfriends had a father, and it seemed hard for me to understand why I should be the only boy in the neighborhood without a father. But I had a lot of men down there who gave me advice as well as help in those years of my youth. I would like to mention some: Uncle James Ririe; Uncle Charley Hogge; our neighbor, Brother Wheatly Gibson and Ralph Gibson; Brother David Hancock; Brother William Telford; Brother Joseph Blanch and Criss Blanch; Brother Joseph Alvord; Brother John Hunter; James Stanger, Brother James Penman; Brother George Hislop and many others. They gave me advice, work, and a pat on the shoulder, “You are doing fine; keep it up,” they would say. From The Past . . . The first day of kindergarten August 1960. Kindergarten was a few weeks in the summer before 1st grade. Pictured from left to right are Carol Huddleston, Janae Randall, Sherry Allen, and Vicki Roberts Jorgensen. Photo courtesy of Vicki Roberts Jorgensen. Sincerely, Commissioner James Ebert 2668 Grant Avenue, Suite #104A, Ogden, UT Saturday Night 4:30 p.m. Sunday Morning 8:00 a.m. Sunday Morning 10:00 a.m. Tuesday Mass 5:00 p.m. Fr. Charles Cummins 801-399-9531 Before and after any Mass or by appointment. 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