Elsie Elizabeth Turley
|Death:||Died in Los Angeles, CA, USA|
Daughter of Joseph Orson Turley and Elizabeth Lightner Turley
|Managed by:||Della Dale Smith-Pistelli|
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About Elsie Elizabeth Turley
In her late childhood she was taken with her parents to Beaver, Utah, and later to Frisco, a nearby mining camp. While her parents resided in Frisco, she was sent to a Catholic boarding school in Salt Lake City during the ages of 15 and 16. Here she studied art under a French nun, voice under an Irish nun, and piano under an Italian nun.
Elsie was married to William H. Barrett, May 19, 1886. Eight children were born to this union, four of whom died in infancy. Those surviving were:
(1) William Ernest, b. 1887, Frisco, Utah, now residing in Ogden, Utah. Married Vera Holden. They have three sons—all having been in war service.
(2) Myrtle, b. in Beaver, Utah, 1891. Married Joseph Smith. They have two boys (both recently in Army service) and one girl.
(3) Ronald, b. in 1899 in Ogden, Utah. Married Lillian Anderson. No children. Served twenty years on Los Angeles police force. Now lives in Oakland, California.
(4) Allan, b. Provo, Utah in 1903. Is father of three children.
Elsie E. Barrett came to California in May of 1925 and has resided here since that time. Mrs. Barrett is a gifted poet. Many of her poems have appeared in church publications. A group of Southern California women recently published a volume of her poems under the title, “A Garden of Thought Blossoms”.
Here is one of her poems:
Improvement Era, 1924
Luck and Failure
Don't always be looking around for a snap,
The boy who spells fail is this sort of chap,
He's weary, he's dreary,
In life has no aim,
Eternally right, someone else is to blame.
He's easy and slow, he is lacking in pluck;
The success of another is only "good luck,"
He stumbles and grumbles,
Keeps one eye on the clock,
And never plays fair, always ready to "knock."
Doesn't tackle his job with a hearty good will,
Never tries to push forward or climb up life's hill
A failure and a loser,
"My luck," he'll complain,
But the boy who fails has himself to blame.
ELSIE E. BARRETT.