James Henery Allred

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James Henry Allred, 86, formerly of Lehi, died at the residence of his daughter, Mrs. Charles E. Wade, 2284 South 8th East, Salt Lake City, Utah, today at 5:50 A.M. of causes incident to age. He was a Blackhawk Indian War veteran. He was born in the old Salt Lake Fort 10 January 1849, the son of Harvey and Melissa Norton Allred. He lived at Lehi practically all his life, moving 15 years ago to Salt Lake City, where he and his wife have been temple workers. He filled a mission to the Southern States from 1932 to 1935. His wife, Mrs. Kate Jones Allred, whom he married in the Endowment House 18 Jun 1872, died two months ago. They had lived at 560 Hamilton Place, Salt Lake City.

Surviving of ten children are 5 sons and 2 daughters, J. Urban Allred and Clarence E. Allred, Raymond, Alberta, Canada, John G., Rodney C., and .Aaron Allred, Lehi, Mrs. Odessa Cullimore, Provo, and Mrs. Minerva Wade Salt Lake City. There are sixty two grandchildren, and 13 great grandchildren.

Funeral services will be held Friday at 1 P.M. in Lehi, Second Ward, Friends may call at the residence of John G. Allred, 76 West State Street, Lehi, Friday, prior to the services. Interment in Lehi Cemetery.

Printed in the Deseret News, May 22, 1935.

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James Allred Life Sketch, By J. Urban Allred: My father, James Allred, given here as James Henry, never used his middle name but was known as James Allred or some times his family called him James H. James Henry Allred was from a pioneer family, inherited pioneer conditions and surroundings. He was among the first children born in Salt Lake City on what now is pioneer park, 2nd West between 3rd and 4th South Street, January 10, 1849, when Salt Lake was less than two years from the arrival of the pioneers, of whom his father, Paulinus Harvey Allred, and his grandfather, Isaac Allred, were in the first company. He saw pioneer life in every phase and could adapt himself to fit conditions as they arose.

He was born possessing a strong vigorous well-proportioned body, six feet high in his stocking feet and weighed from 240 to 260 pounds according to how the law of supply and demand operated. He had a rugged constitution that scarcely knew what a sick moment was until after 85 years. His mind was vigorous and active. He loved the out-of-doors, was not afraid of hard honest work, cheerfully met the rough side of life and never tired in his untiring service to his family and to his church in which he served with unwavering faith and devotion.

James H. Allred was, therefore, by nature and by circumstances a pioneer in doing a good work in redeeming the barren desert at hand and he lived to view with keen satisfaction the rise of an inland empire, the pride of his people and joy of a nation. Eleven years after the coming of the pioneers, when Johnson’s army sent by the President of the United States to subdue or exterminate the Mormon people for their supposed insurrection, Salt Lake City was entirely deserted by every family and the people fled for safety in what was known as the move of 1858. This included Grandfather Paulinus Harvey who married Melissa Norton, an early pioneer from Indiana, and his father, Our Great-grandfather, Isaac Allred, who married Mary Calvert, a great-granddaughter of Lord Baltimore who founded the state of Maryland. These, with James and William Allred, brothers of Isaac, are the for-fathers of the Allreds of Church membership today.

The Allreds never returned after the move, but remained in Lehi and the southern part of the State. Today a great and widely scattered family. James Allred continues as a prominent pioneer in helping lay the foundation of the beginning of Lehi and to see it grow into a prosperous city of a happy liberty-loving people.

My father loved the soil and was truly a son of the soil; he never worked for the other fellow; he responded untiringly in his work of redeeming the land, building homes, schools and churches.

Fearless and outspoken he sometimes seamed abrupt; was never outwardly demonstrative yet he possessed a heart of gold and possessed the inward emotion of a child. He was always true blue to his family and his sacred obligations—an honest man--therefore was the “noblest work of God.”

As father of a large family of 10 children - eight boys and two girls - he was ever solicitous and watchful and ready to direct their lives, not only by advice, but by his own potent example which was most effective in his own family and his own community.

He performed a wonderful mission in the State of Virginia during the years of 1894 - 96.

His life’s work was not, nor could be of man alone for he needed and was nobly sustained by a noble companion and helpmate. Our father was most fortunate when he met Kate Jones in S. R. Thurman’s school in Lehi, whom he married June 16, 1873 in the old Endowment House on the northwest corner of the temple block, by Daniel H. Wells. James Allred was most happily married, and therein lies the story of his success. He married my mother - a slender, small woman - when she was 19 and weighed less than 100 pounds. This was a most important occasion, the beginning of a new life, the bounds of which are beyond time and even now cannot be fully comprehended.

Our Father was a public spirited man who never sought public office. He did serve one term as a City Councilman of Lehi. He was fearless in the discharge of his duty and would fight quickly, if necessary, to defend the truth. I know that the Lord loved and sustained him. But two brief instances:

John Cardon, a missionary companion of father’s in the state of Virginia in 1894-95, and who at present is a co-officiator of mine in the Logan Temple, says: “Your father was a wonderful missionary and was faithful in all things. He could bathe without a flinch in the coldest water of any man I ever saw. On one occasion we were without a place to sleep, having been refused by many. We asked at the last house before we were to go over a rugged mountain and it was dark. The man who refused to give us entertainment, showed the path and told us to take it. We felt our way along the path and the path became worse. Finally your father said, “stop! We are in danger; we must have a light,” when suddenly a bright light came from heaven, and we discovered we were on the edge of a great precipice and another step forward would have cost us our lives. We cautiously retraced our steps back to the home that had directed us and slept in his straw pile the first and only night we slept out.”

I recently talked with President Goates of the Lehi Stake who told me that when he was 5 years old his fathers family was stricken with scarlet fever. His only sister, age 7 years, had died and the doctor had given up all hopes on his recovery. Our father, who was a close friend to his father, came down and boldly broke the quarantine, walked into his bedside, then administered to him and promised him he would get better and live. Pres. Goates said, “I am here today because of that blessing.”

James H. Allred was a man that everybody knew because of his short visits to the homes of his neighbors. He had a broad understanding of the gospel and liked to talk of the same. He was full of charity and many a widow and needy home has found a sack of flour at their back door step when no one knew from whence it came except one man. He remained close to the soil which he loved and of which he owned a considerable. He also owned three homes in Lehi and one in Salt Lake where he moved in the closing years of his life to do, with mother, temple work for his kindred dead; a beautiful climax to a beautiful life.

An important part of his life must not be overlooked. He did valuable service as a guardian of the safety of the community against the Indians of early days. He was a member of the w. H. Winns Co., and as such gave valuable service on many occasions in using armed forces to quail the Indians. His father, Paulinus Harvey, known as Colonel Harvey, and who could talk the Indian language at one time, with father met the Indians in the West Mountains and they together persuaded them to disperse and go back in peace.

An important and far reaching phase of father’s life was his move into Alberta, Canada. Having lost all his irrigation water (tapped by artesian wells driven by Salt Lake City on the opposite side of the river) on his big ranch on the west bank of Jordan River, three miles west of Lehi, which had been our home for many years, he looked for new opportunities such as were offered in the new comm\unity of Raymond, Alberta, Canada, where father went in 1902 and bought 2 ½ sections of land — 960 acres of the Knight Sugar Co. He located most of his boys here, part of which members of the family still own. Having accomplished this, father came back to his home in Salt Lake having raised two large crops of wheat in Alberta.

The hopes of the future were realized: to these humble, but richly endowed homes came eight sons and two daughters, manifesting rare talents as future teachers, missionaries, bishops, temple officiators, etc. They were: J. Urban - 1874, John G. - 1876, James - 1878, Minerva - 1879, Clarence - 1881, Rodney C. - 1883, Buell - 1885, Aaron - 1888, Elijah Hugh - 1892, Odessa - 1896.

Father passed away at the home of Minerva A. Wade, Salt lake City, may 22, 1936 in his 86th year

As we pause tonight and scan over the road which we have trod and the pit from which we have emerged, we can but exclaim, “Surely a Devine hand has been over us and shaped our destiny and preserved our lives.”

Taken from the diaries of J. Urban Allred 

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Memories of James Allred and Kate Jones

By Kate Allred Whetten

I Remember Grandfather James Henry Allred

When I was a little girl, two or two and a half years old, living in Lehi with Grandfather and Grandmother, after our Mother Amelia died, I remember Grandfather coming home from his farm, very tired and thirsty. He would get a big cup, about like our root beer float cups today, then sit down in a chair under the tree by the back porch, and call me and say, "Now Kate, you go to the flowing well over there and fill my cup full of cold water, and bring it carefully to me.”

I was happy to do this because we all loved Grandpa, so a-running I went. Grandmother kept pans of milk in the enclosure around the flowing well, so I had to be careful to not get too close to them, and yet get the coldest water for Grandpa.

I filled the very big cup brimming full and started back so carefully, all the time watching the water in the cup and not the path, so I kept spilling the water a little at a time. By the time I arrived at where Grandfather was sitting, the cup was about only half full. He would laugh, drink it, laugh again, and send me back for more. I made many trips back and forth and each time I would try so hard, but I could never arrive at my laughing Grandfather's place in the chair with much water in his glass.

Taking Baby Kate in a Buggy until Midnight

When Amelia, my Mother, died, Father and all four children went to Lehi with Grandmother Kate. From what Father and Aunt Odessa have said, they couldn't get any milk to agree with me. They tried goat’s milk, but still I cried with the colic. Grandmother would take me to different mothers who were nursing their own babies, and who had plenty of milk, to see if she couldn’t find some milk that would agree with me. Still I cried with the colic!

At sometime they discovered that taking me for a ride in the buggy soothed my crying. So at night, after Grandfather had worked all day in the fields, he would come home, eat his supper, hitch a horse to the buggy, and with Grandmother holding me, they would ride through the streets of Lehi to let the movement and swaying of the buggy soothe a crying baby. Aunt Odessa said that they often did this until midnight.

When I think of Grandfather and Grandmother putting forth that great extra effort, after their own hard day of work, I realize their great love and their great unselfish caring.

Grandfather also made for me a little baby hammock for the colicky baby, and hung the hammock in the tree by the back porch and let the wind gently push the cradle and get her to sleep!

Father telling of Grandfather Taking Care of the Needy

My Father, J. Urban Allred, used to tell me of Grandfather's great generosity and compassionate service to those in need. He said that part of his nature seemed to be a love for the poor and needy, and he kept an awareness of those who might be in difficult circumstances, and those whom he could help.

As he did this, he did it without any ostentation or letting his right hand know what his left hand did. Father said that he left many a sack of flour, sugar, or groceries on a needy family's porch without them ever knowing the man responsible for this kindness.

Grandfather James Henry’s Character

From the time I first knew Grandfather until he died, he stands out in my memory as a kind, sweet, generous and courageous man. Nothing daunted him or made him afraid. Above all he had a loving heart that reached out to others. When others hurt, he also suffered, too. This is shown in an account of my sister Jesina's writing:

"Father gathered up his four children and his Mother who had come from Lehi to deliver the baby, and returned to the family home. Father's fourteen year old sister, Odessa, had been the housekeeper in Grandmother's absence. Now she had a warm, happy and welcome reception all ready for us. She was quite unprepared for the paralyzing sorrow, too new to be concealed in the adult home-comers. Grandfather had taken refuge in the yard. I recall the light from the kitchen door showed him pacing the yard, back and forth beside the flowing well, half concealed among the fruit trees. He had steeled himself so that when his son finally sought him out, he was able to speak in a smooth but sorrowful voice about 'cabbages and kings' while Father could express himself only in silent tears."

When I came to Brigham Young University, Grandpa and Grandma were both working in the Temple. They worked there for the last twenty years of their lives. Their home was on Second South. They walked from their home to the Temple every day and walked back in the late afternoon - they didn't seek rides. They had the pioneer spirit, and had both worked hard all of their lives, and they scoffed when they told me, "We don't want to ride. We enjoy walking."

At nights, Grandfather would get out his violin and sit and play tune after tune by ear. He would smile, rock himself in rhythm, and start on another tune. Grandmother would sit in her rocking chair and read the Bible. They shed a radiance of harmony and beauty of character to you as you sat and listened.

Given by Kate Allred Whetten at the 1982 Allred Family Reunion

A WALK DOWN MEMORY LANE

From the Allred Heritage Book

Let us start back in the year 1849. James Henry Allred was of a pioneer family. He was among the first children born in Salt Lake City on what now is pioneer park, 2nd West between 3rd and 4th South, on January 10, 1849, two years after the arrival of the pioneers to the Valley. His father was Paulinus Harvey Allred, and his grandfather, Isaac Allred, they were in the first company that came into the valley. They saw pioneer life in every phase and could adapt themselves to fit conditions as they arose.

James H. was born possessing a strong vigorous well-proportioned body, six feet high in his stocking feet and weighed from 240 to 260 pounds according to how the law of supply and demand operated. He had a rugged constitution that scarcely knew what a sick moment was until after 85 years of age. His mind was vigorous and active. He loved the out-of-doors, was not afraid of hard honest work, cheerfully met the rough side of life and never tired in his service to his family and to his Church in which he served with unwavering faith and devotion. He performed a wonderful mission in the state of Virginia during the years of 1894-1896.

Two, brief instances tells us the Lord loved and sustained him. A missionary companion of James Henry Allred told J. Urban Allred this story: "Your father was a wonderful missionary and faithful in all things. He could bathe without a flinch in the coldest water of any man I ever saw. On one occasion we were without a place to sleep, having been refused by many. We asked at the last house before we were to go over a rugged mountain and it was dark. The man who refused to give us entertainment, showed us the path and told us to take it. We felt our way along, and the path became worse. Finally your father said "Stop! We are in danger. We must have a light". When suddenly a bright light came from heaven, and we discovered we were on the edge of a great precipice and another step forward would have cost us our lives. We cautiously retraced our steps back to the house that had directed us and slept in his straw pile, the first and only night we slept out."

The second story is also recorded by his oldest son, J. Urban who says, “I recently talked with President Goates of the Lehi Stake who told me that when he was 5 years old his father’s family was stricken with scarlet fever. His only sister, age 3 years, had died and the doctor had given up all hope of his recovery. Our father, who was a close friend to his father, came down and boldly broke the quarantine, walked into his bedside, then administered to him and promised him that he would get better and live. President Goates said. "I am here today because of that blessing."

His life's work was not, nor could be of man alone for he needed and was nobly sustained by a noble companion and helpmate. He married Kate Jones 16 June 1873 in the Endowment House on the northwest corner of the temple block, by Daniel H. Wells. In the journal it is written, "Our mother, Kate Jones, was an orphan girl, made so by her parents leaving her to be reared by her grandmother, Katie Mulliner, wife of that outstanding pioneer, Samuel Mulliner, at the old mill in Lehi while her parents sought gold in California. She was a pioneer both by birth and by experience.

Their 6th son was my father, Rodney Chase Allred, sometimes called Rod Chase by his mother. He was born 2 Aug 1883.

He tells this story from his childhood. Because their homes were not heated by gas as they are now, they chopped wood to burn in the stove and fireplace. Each Saturday, his father would get his sons and tell them it was time to chop wood. Rod Chase was anxious to get the job done so that he could go skating. The boys chopped the wood, and were soon done. Their father would instruct them to stack the wood in piles. This they would do: Then their father would say, "Now take this stack down to widow so and so, and this stack to widow so, and so until all the wood was dispensed. After they had done that they would return where they had to begin again to chop more wood for their own family. Rod Chase commented that this was a good way for him to learn to work. He also learned compassion for those in need. All those sons turned out to be outstanding men with much self worth. They were taught well by a good man.

He married Hilda Amelia Calson on Sept 7, 1919 and were shortly called on a mission to New Zealand, where he would help establish a new Church Agriculture College. Their first two children were born there.

I remember a story that our Dad told me one time. He said, he was on the dry farm this particular Saturday. The day had been foggy. Toward the end of the day he started looking for his horses that were loose on the farm. It was necessary to corral them

for the weekend. He said he walked and walked trying to find his horses. He just could not find them. Finally, he said, “I knelt down and told the Lord that it was getting late in the day, that he could not locate his horses, that they needed to be corralled for the Sabbath Day, that he had done all he could physically do, and now he needed His help.

He opened his eyes, there was no fog in the sky to be seen, and there were the horses, all together, just below him. Both Mother and Dad sacrificed many times for their children. It was Mother who took the money that she had earned before she was married to pay the tuition for Moreho's first year at the B.Y.U.

From Chase we hear this story about Dad. "One of my earliest memories of Dad was at an age when I was still too young to drive a team, but I did accompany Dad on the daily routine of farming. Perhaps I was 5 or 6 years old when the following experience occurred which has remained in my memory for over fifty five years. It was the fall of the year and Dad was drilling the large wheat field of about 140 acres. It was surrounded by hills at the base of the mountain we called Cedar Point. To my young mind the field was huge and considering that the 4 horse grain drill used for the planting operation was laborious and required 2 weeks or more. I sat on the drill boc and saw the unplanted portion grow gradually smaller. Finally Dad drilled out the corners (the small areas missed by the drill when turning the corners), and we ended up in the middle of this seeded field. In the warmth of that autumn day I can still see Dad removing his hat and wiping his brow. Then he said, 'Son, let's have prayer together and ask the Lord to bless the work we've completed.' We knelt together in that newly seeded field and I heard him ask our Father to bless our effort that a harvest might be reaped to support his family and the work of the Lord."

Our wonderful mother is not to be forgotten in our tribute to our father. She always gave freely and willingly to each of her children and grandchildren. She supported her husband in his callings in the church, and held responsible positions herself. She loved and respected her parents-in-law, often telling examples, and stories of the good people that hey were. It was said of her by Venice, her sister, that she was the kindest person she ever knew.

We love you both!

James Henry Allred Memorial Tribute

This sketch was written for Minerva A. Wade’s golden wedding anniversary, Nov 23, 1952 by J. Urban Allred

James Henry Allred was of a pioneer family, inherited pioneer conditions and surroundings. He was born on Pioneer Park, 2nd West between 3rd and 4th South street, January 10, 1849, when Salt Lake was less than 2 years from the arrival of the Pioneers, of whom his father, Paulinas Harvey Allred, and his grandfather, Isaac Allred, were in the first company. He was born, possessing a strong vigorous well-proportioned body, six feet high in his stocking feet and weighed from 240 to 260 pounds according to how the law of supply and demand operated. His mind was vigorous and active; loved the out-of­doors" was not afraid of hard honest work in meeting life’s issues.

James H. Allred was, therefore, by nature and by circumstances a pioneer in doing a good work in redeeming the barren desert at hand and he lived to view With keen satisfaction the rise of an inland empire, the pride of his people and joy of a nation. Eleven years after the coming of the pioneers, when Johnson's Army sent by the President of the United States to subdue or exterminate the Mormon People for their supposed insurrection, Salt Lake City was entirely deserted by every family and the people fled for safety in what was known as the move of 1858. This included Grandfather Paulinas Harvey who married Melissa Norton, an early pioneer from Indiana, and his father, our great-grandfather, Isaac Allred, who married Mary Calvert, a great-granddaughter of Lord Baltimore who founded the state of Maryland. These with James And William Allred, brothers of Isaac, are the fore­fathers of the Allreds of Church membership today.

The Allreds never returned after the Move but remained in Lehi and southern part of the state, today a great and widely scattered family. James Allred continued as a prominent pioneer in helping lay the foundation of the beginning of Lehi and see it grow into a prosperous city of a happy liberty-loving people.

He loved the soil and was truly a son of the soil; he never worked for the other fellow; he responded untiringly in his work of redeeming the land, building homes, schools, and churches. His life's work was not, nor could be of man alone for he needed and was nobly sustained by a noble companion and helpmate. Our father was most fortunate when he met Kate Jones in S. R. Thurman's school in Lehi, whom he married June 16, 1873 in the old Endowment House on the northwest corner of the temple block, by Daniel H. Wells. This was a most important occasion, the beginning of a new life, the bounds of which are beyond time and even now cannot be fully comprehended.

Our mother, Kate Jones, was an orphan girl, made so by her parents leaving her to be reared by her grandmother, Katie Mulliner, wife of that outstanding pioneer, Samuel Mulliner, at the old mill in Lehi, while her parents sought gold in California. Kate Jones, our mother had few educational opportunities but possessed a keen mind with a spirituality and unwavering faith in God and in man that knew no defeat no matter what the obstacles. These high qualities of mind as well as a healthy clean body she bequeathed to her children so that we like Nephi in his introduction of a great volume of scripture can truly say, We have been born of goodly parents.

She was married at l9 years of age, weighed less than 100 pounds, but possessed a wiry constitution that manifested a remarkable comeback after the long hours of the day. To help out, She saw the good in man, and the divine in nature. She fed the poor, helped the needy and the sick and turned none away empty. It was her alertful watch over us children that put us to bed with a benediction that lasted beyond the sleeping hours.

Our mother was a friend to everybody--children, man or animal, and all who knew her loved her. During all hours of the night or day she would go on foot or in every kind of conveyance in all kinds of weather to the bedside of the sick whom she would always help. Many are the children in Lehi whom she, as a midwife, brought into the world and gave them and their mother most necessary help.

As a teacher from the Relief Society to the Religion Classes to which calling she was an inspired teacher and was set apart as such by Dr. Karl G. Maeser. Be it said to the honor of our outstanding mother that she had a fluency of language which came with ease from her heart with a conviction which touched others. I have witnessed many times her audience in tears.

Mother met everything with a cheerful spirit believing that all would end well. I remember well our second home over Jordan River to which we moved when 1 was about 8 years old--a two-roomed log house with mud chinking and a dirt roof through which the rain would come. She shed no tears but met the situation by using every pan and vessel she possessed to keep our bed dry, and cheerfully hoped, and that not in vain, that the time would come when the washboard and later her hand turned washer would become obsolete and replaced by something better. Be it known also that within our home there was order and reverence that came without force, Father at the head.

Our father was a public spirited man who never sought public office. He did serve one term as a City Councilman. He was fearless in the discharge of his duty and would fight quickly, if necessary, to defend the truth. I know that the Lord loved and sustained him. But two brief instances:

John Cardon, a missionary companion of fathers in the state of Virginia in 1893-1895 and who at present is a co-officiator of mine in the Logan Temple says: “Your father was a wonderful missionary and was faithful in all things. He could bathe without a flinch in the coldest water of any man I ever saw. On one occasion we were without a place to sleep having been refused by many. We asked at the last house before we were to go over a rugged mountain and it was dark. The man who refused to give us entertainment, showed the path and told us to take it. We felt our way along and the path became worse. Finally your father said, “Stop, We are in danger, we must have a light,” when suddenly a bright light came from heaven, and we discovered we were on the edge of a great precipice and another step forward would have cost us our lives. We cautiously retraced our steps back to the home that had directed us and slept in his straw pile the first and only night we slept out.”

I recently talked with President Goates of the Lehi stake who told me that when he was 5 years old his father’s family was stricken with scarlet fever. His only sister; age 7 years, had died and the doctor had given up all hopes of his recovery. Our father who was a close friend to his father came down and boldly broke the quarentine, walked into his bedside, then administered to him and promised him he would get better and live. Pres. Goates said, “I am here today because of that blessing.”

James H. Allred was a man that everybody knew because of his short visits to the homes of his neighbors. He had a broad understanding of the Gospel and liked to talk of the same. He was full of charity and many a widow and needy home has found a sack of flour at their back door step when no one knew from whence it came except one man. He remained close to the soil which he loved and of which he owned considerable. He also owned 3 homes in Lehi and one in Salt Lake where he moved in the closing years of his life to do, with mother, temple work for his kindred dead, a beautiful climax to a beautiful life.

An important part of his life must not be over looked. He did valuable service as a guardian of the safety of the community against the Indians of early days. He was member of the W. H. Winns Co., and as such gave valuable service on many occasions in using armed forces to quell the Indians. His father, Paulinas Harvey, known as Colonel Harvey, and who could talk the Indian language at one time, with father met the Indians in the West Mountains and they together persuaded them to disperse and go back in peace.

An important and far reaching phase of fathers life was his move into Alberta, Canada. Having lost all his irrigation water (tapped by artesian wells driven by Salt Lake City on the opposite side of the river) on his big ranch on the west bank of Jordan River three miles west of Lehi which had been our home for many years, he looked for new opportunities such as offered in the new community of Raymond, Alberta, Canada, where father went in 1902 and bought 2 1/2 sections of land--960 acres of the Knight Sugar Co. He located most of his boys here part of which members of the family still own. Having accomplished this father came back to his home in Salt Lake having raised two large crops of wheat in Alberta.

The hopes of the future were realized: To these humble, but richly endowed homes came eight sons and two daughters, manifesting rare talents as future teachers, missionaries, bishops, temple officiators, etc.

Father passed away at the home of Minerva A. Wade, Salt Lake City, May 22, 1935 in his 86th year. Mother preceded him in death in March 21, 1935.

As we pause tonight and scan over the road which we have trod and the pit from which we have emerged, we can but exclaim, “Surely a divine hand has been over us and shaped our destiny and preserved our lives.” --and also that James H. and Kate Jones Allred did not live in vain though they have passed beyond leaving an honorable and numerous posterity behind to carry forward and hold high the great ideals for which they lived and which they bequeathed us now and always.

May we never fail!