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Quayle Dixon

Birthplace: Payson, Utah County, Utah, United States
Death: December 04, 1988 (83)
Payson, Utah County, Utah, United States
Place of Burial: Payson, Utah County, Utah, United States
Immediate Family:

Son of Charles Christopher Flitoff Dixon and Adelia Ann Schaerrer
Husband of Private and Ora Lucina Dixon
Father of Private; Duane Jeppson Dixon; Private; Private; Darrel Dixon and 1 other
Brother of Deone Cloward; Charles Hyrum Dixon; Berniece Fraughton; Douglass Dixon; Louise Dixon and 15 others
Half brother of Louise Dixon

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About Quayle Dixon

It was on the morning of October 17, 1905 at 8:00 a.m. that I was born at 189 South 1st East Street, Payson, Utah. My mother is Adelia Ann Schaerrer Dixon, she was the daughter of John Jacob Schaerrer and Lamecia Ann Taylor Schaerrer. My father is Charles Christopher Flintoff Dixon, he is the son of Charles Hyrum Dixon and Matilda Douglass Dixon. I was blessed by my grandfather, John Jacob Schaerrer on December 3, 1905 in the Payson First Ward Chapel, Nebo Stake. I was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints on November 2, 1913 in the font in the old First Ward church by Francis M. Elmer and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints the same day by John E. Huish. I received my Patriarchal Blessing by Hyrum G. Smith, in 1924.

My schooling began in 1911. I loved to go swimming in the old creek above our home and in the old Tolhurst Mill-race, by his flour mill. There were apple trees near the creek in Rusty Jack Clayson's lot which had all varieties of apples; they were so good to eat after a swim.

Our home life was always exciting, with eleven living children all healthy and full of life; we would play in the wilderness back of John E. Huish's saw mill, the old cider mill, etc. It was fun to play "Cops and Robbers" through the brush and trees that grew there, then chase through the old saw mill with the caskets and other things it contained. This lot later became what is now the Payson City Park. We would often see Norm Brimhall in his wheel chair parked by the old mill. Then there was the "New House" of uncle Bill Dixon's (which was never finished, now 50 years later) that we would play in. The neighbors were Hyrum Crandall, Thomas Cloward, Uncle Bill Dixon, Uncle Hyrum Lemmon, Wm. Amos, Dave Sargent, the Stantons, Pearsons, Crooks, Bales, etc.

Near our home was the place that Mr. Keele was killed by an Indian, which helped to start the Blackhawk or the Walker Indian War. The old Peteetneet creek came from Payson canyon and divided just above our home, which provided our choice swimming hole. We had a large barn that sheltered our fine surrey, the ice, hay, and stables for the horses and cows. We also had good pig pens and chicken coops each stocked well with animals. Each child was kept busy either at the store, in the field, or at home doing chores and housework. Always many jobs were awaiting. Father was a good provider. We always had plenty to eat, wear, and spending money. We never had time to participate in athletic activities; we had to hurry home from school and either work at Father's store, deliver groceries, fill shelves, sort potatoes, haul hay, drive cows, feed the animals or something. I remember how we used to watch Eliza Bohe, Mr. Hauser, Mrs. Kinder, Mary Allispach, Fannie Clayson, Lula Stanton and others that worked at our home. At the store, Father hired Guy Simons, Lee Loveless, Paul Douglass and many others before the boys were big enough to take care of the work. Then in the fall of the year we hauled bundled grain home to be threshed. The fresh straw smelled so good. This straw was also used to stuff our old straw ticks.

Father purchased one of the first automobiles to come to Payson; it was an Overland purchased from Cal Summerhays. We were all thrilled with it. Then we bought a Model "T" Ford roadster , which we made into a delivery truck by taking off the back trunk. But, we had just as much fun when the family would crowd into our surrey with old Darkie and Grey and take a ride through the fields to the canyon. Before Decoration day, we would drive out and pick tubs full of wild flowers--Indian Paint Brushes, Blue Bells, Daises, etc. We enjoyed our Sunday evenings in the parlor playing games, listening to the player piano, popping corn, and making candy.

I received the Aaronic Priesthood and was ordained a deacon on 10 December, 1917 by Bishop Justin A. Loveless and ordained a teacher on 16 October, 1922 by Joseph Reece and a Priest on 17 September, 1923 by Lee R. Taylor and an Elder on 21 September, 1925 by Lee R. Taylor. I was ordained a High Priest on 17 February, 1935 by Henry Melvin Rollins. Some of my Sunday School and Priesthood teachers were Minnie Douglass, Nellie Elmer, Joseph Bates, Heber Curtis, Lizzie Curtis, Justin A. Loveless, George Staheli, Uncle George Schaerrer, Wm. Kitchen, etc.

I was called on a mission to the Eastern states in September 1925, entering the mission home October 15, 1925 and after attending preparation Mission school, and leaving Salt Lake City October 22, 1925. I arrived at my field of labor in Brooklyn, New York. B.H. Roberts was the Mission President.

I was assigned to the Connecticut Conference at Hartford, Connecticut, which included all of Connecticut and part of Massachusetts. The conference president was Henry D. Taylor. My first companion was Clemont Hilton. We were assigned to labor in New London, Connecticut. We had fair success meeting many wonderful people. It was here that I contacted the family of Knutsens (Catholics who had just buried a son in the plot of the Damned). He had drowned in the Thames River and had not been baptized. When we explained the things God had revealed pertaining to little children and other gospel principles, the entire family received the gospel and were baptized and became very active in the branch there. I was called to preside over the Connecticut District when out but 11 months. I traveled among the various branches and among the missionaries directing the work there. During this time, President B.H. Roberts was released and Henry H. Rolapp was appointed to preside over the Eastern States Mission. With President Rolapp and Melvin J. Ballard, we visited the birthplace of Joseph Smith at Sharon, Windsor County, Vermont for the dedication of the 38 - 1/2 ft. monument erected in honor of the Prophet Joseph Smith; one foot representing each year of the prophet's life. This was a wonderful inspirational experience.

Along with President B.H. Roberts and other missionaries of the Eastern States, we were at the New York Harbor bidding farewell to Apostle Melvin J. Ballard, Rulon S. Wells and Rey L. Pratt when they were sent by the presidency of the church to open the mission in South America in 1925.

It was while I was in the mission field that the Pageant at the hill Cumorah was inaugurated. It was a most glorious visit to the hill where the plates of the Book of Mormon were deposited. Many wonderful testimonies were received while I served on this mission and I was released to return home in July of 1927.

While attending Junior High School at Payson, a new girl came to class. I was really impressed with her. It must have been love at first sight; she was so shy, modest and reserved. She was not like any of the other girls. I had tried to impress her in many ways, but didn't seem to make much headway. Finally, she accepted an invitation to go horse back riding with me, Jody Webster, Pete Huber, Lillian Andreason and Lenore Wilson on our spring hike up Payson canyon. Her name was Ora Lucina Jeppson; a sweet little girl weighing only 95 pounds. From then on I would watch for her to walk to school with, to meet at Sunday School; attend the Sunday night band concerts in the park. I liked to walk home with her. She was so modest and always real lady-like. It took quite a while before she would let me kiss her good night. We were in plays together, she dancing and singing and me in vaudeville. We graduated from high school together in May 1924. One year later, on June 2, 1925 (her birthday) we became engaged and on October 14, 1925 we were married in the Salt Lake Temple by President George F. Richards. In September 1925 I was called to go on a mission to the Eastern States. So the day after we were married, October 15, 1925, I left my sweet bride and entered the mission home in Salt Lake City. Then, on October 22, left by train for New York City. During the time I was gone, Ora taught school in Colton, Utah, worked at the theater in Payson, and did addressograph work at the City & County Buildings in Provo & Salt Lake to get money for our new furniture. I arrived home July 31, 1927 just in time to see my sister Bernice married to Lowell D. Fraughton. Inasmuch as Ora was working in Salt Lake City, I decided to seek employment at the Hoskinson Chain Stores as a meat cutter. Ora and I first lived in an apartment at 3rd South and 4th East St. It appeared to be a lovely place, but the first night I came home from work I found Ora on the table crying, almost hysterical. I asked her what on earth is the matter. She said, "just look at those things." Out of almost every crack, around the sink, in the cupboard, etc, there were large cockroaches. We soon moved into another apartment -- the "Brockbank".

On October 1, 1928 our first boy (Darrel Quayle) was born in the L.D.S. Hospital with Dr. Jane Schofield as the attending physician. He was a very healthy baby and has had few sick days in his life. In 1932 another son was born named Duane Jeppson Dixon at our home on 288 "J" Street in Salt Lake City. Dr. Joseph E. Jack was the doctor this time and was very good, but Duane had a terrible time getting here and never was a healthy child, but he did not complain. Later on the 18th of June, 1936 in Rock Springs, he died of uremic poisoning of a tumor on the bladder. He underwent surgery and after five days he passed on. In 1936 on August 18th we moved back to Utah and settled in Spanish Fork.

June 30th, 1937 a beautiful blue-eyed, red headed girl came to bless our home. Dr. S. W. Georges attended Ora and our daughter was born in his Hospital at Spanish Fork. In 1942 on the 12th of March, Annetta, a black headed, brown-eyed daughter came. She was just as lovely as the first and the same doctor delivered her except she was born at our home at 140 West Center. Our first girl was named Gaylie Ora and our second got her name from a derivation of her two grandmas names "Ann" from Adelie Ann and "Etta" from Henrietta "Etta".

I have given a great deal of time to the church since 1925. After filling a mission I have responded to every call that has been made of me unless I was previously occupied with another duty such as being called to speak in two places at once. I taught Sunday School in the Ensign, Twentieth, Twenty-First, and Twenty-Fourth Wards in Salt Lake and was Counselor to the Sunday School Superintendent in the 21st Ward. I taught Sunday School and Mutual in Idaho. I was Priesthood, Sunday and Mutual Teacher in Rock Springs and then became second Counselor to Bishop Cecil James in this capacity. I taught in Winton and Dines and spoke many times in Reliance and Superior. In every ward I have lived I have taught some class, been a ward teacher, baptized many, ordained both men and boys to the priesthood, blessed babies or administered to the sick, both at home and in the hospitals. I have spoken many times in every ward in Spanish Fork and Palmyra Stakes in Sacrament Meetings. Have also given addresses in Eureka, Payson, Springville, Mapleton, Provo, Thistle and Santaquin, etc. In the Spanish Fork First Ward I was Chairman of Genealogy, on the Church Building Fund Committee, taught Elders Quorum, Stake Board Chairman of the Palmyra Stake, District Commissioner of Boy Scouts, Counselor to President Henry A. Gardner of the Stake Presidency, Stake High Councilman, M.I.A. President in Second Ward, Teacher in many classes in Sunday School, Special Interest Class leader, Home Teacher and Assistant to the Home Teacher Advisor of the High Priests, Adult Class Leader on the Sunday School Stake Board and assisting my wife in compiling our genealogy.

I have spoken to about three hundred funerals and participated in nearly fifty more by dedicating the grave, saying one of the prayers, or acting as a pallbearer. I have talked at Fire Side Chats even at the B.Y.U. I make it a practice to preach the gospel where ever I go both by word and example.

My hobby is reading church books---they are my friends--and I love my friends. Very few books in my bookcase, but what have marks of red pencil or finger marks upon them. I have loaned many of them (some I had to re-purchase because they weren't returned), but if they have been put to use I am happy. As fast as I learn a truth the Lord has opened up a new horizon to me.

As a young man I enjoyed the company of old men always trying to learn the wisdom they had. Each old friend I acquired left his mark upon my life.

I haven't learned how to play. I have always felt life was too short to waste it. I would say to my children "learn to relax with a good book, pleasant happy thoughts, or restful sleep. Do not waste your time on things which are not those that bring eternal happiness."

While living in Rock Springs my faith was increased. I had only been there a week when I took pneumonia. I was very ill, but tried to work. I was certainly glad when Saturday night came and I could stay in bed. We being new in town did not know who the Bishop was or who was an Elder, so I prayed for myself but I wanted to be administered to. My wife consulted a neighbor and called a Doctor named Chambers. When he came he said "Why did you call me you have gone through the crisis, all I am good for now is to keep you in bed. Man but you have lived a good life." I said, "How do you know?" He said, "No one could come to this high altitude and take pneumonia without first being climated, without dying unless he had a clean strong body like yours. You can thank God that you have not any bad habits, and I should know, I smoke." This incident alone has made me thankful I do not break the Word of Wisdom.

All out lives Ora has been doctor and nurse in our home. We have seldom called on a physician except in dire need. After I had pneumonia we were conscious I must be kept warm and I being so stubborn and short of funds would not lay off work until I was well, which was quite a concern of my wife. Each night she put mustard plasters on me, gave me hot lemonade, and aspirin, trying hard to break up the congestion. This caused a lot of perspiring. Every day the beds and all clothing had to be changed. Our baby, Duane, was sick at the same time with diphtheria throat that was going around. The washing began to pile up. Some one told Ora about a spice bag that would keep my lungs warm, while I was going in and out of the refrigerators for meat this she made and hung about my neck, because my heavy underwear was all used up she had me put on two pair of light weight ones, then a sleeveless wool sweater, my white shirt and when I got to work I put on my while lugger over that as I was still cold. The company I was working for (Sewell's) sent word that I must go to the Doctor for a check up and forgetting how I was I put on my coat and overcoat on over all this. Doc. McCrann said take off your clothes so I can make the tests. Off came my overcoat, my coat, a lugger, white shirt, sweater, two suits of underwear, and there was the spice bag---I could have died. The Doc. bit his lips then said, "You're quite a man," and chuckled. That is one doctor that will have something to tell his grandkids about. We never tell about it, but what we laugh until it brings tears down our cheeks. Ora is still quite the little doctor, but I have never went to a doctor and displayed her wares since then. And I promise you that is the last time I ever wore a spice bag.

My sister, Louise, had a baby girl and it died. I wanted to go down to Payson and give her comfort and also have the doctor look at our boy, Duane, who was ill. My wife had a feeling we shouldn't make the trip, but I felt that all would be well. On our way back coming through Parley's Canyon, I fell asleep. The car crossed over on the wrong side and hit the mountain instead of going over a high embankment on the side we were on. About three minutes before this happened I had commanded my wife to lay down and go to sleep, our two children were asleep in a bed we had made in the back of our car. Ora had just closed her eyes and I guess I had too for I went to sleep. I then told my wife she had to drive. She was ill, tired and frightened on the slick roads. She had been tending our sick child for so long. When she got to Echo Dam the roads were like a sheet of ice with pits in it. As the car would hit one of these holes it would jerk the car and slide it like a sleigh (a startling experience). We were afraid of going off the road into the reservoir. When we got a few miles up the canyon, my wife put on the brake as she was going up a steep incline, the brakes locked due to frost on them. Our car became a sleigh. I said, "Prepare to tip over." I got up leaned over the back seat to hold our two boys down that were asleep in the back seat. Our car tipped front over back in somersault fashion, then turned from side to side down a steep embankment. Ora climbed through the window of the door of the car, being turned around went first up the incline to the railroad tracks and hailed a train. They could not stop but promised to send help. It was bitter cold. Then she climbed to the highway and a L.D.S. Bishop from Randolph, Utah came by. He helped get me out of the car and into his. Our son Darrel was next rescued. He said, "I'm going to buy me a horse. I never want to ride in a car again." He just had a few scratches. Then Ora who had received a terrific blow on the head and abrasions on her face and arms realized that she didn't have her almost four year old son. She said, "Where is my baby?" The Bishop thought the child would surely be dead, but when he went back to the car with Ora they found Duane laying quietly under many quilts. How he kept from smothering has been a mystery. On standing him up Ora asked if he was hurt. He patted his head, chest, stomach and legs then said, "I'm not hurt a bit."

We were all taken to the Doctor at Coalville, Utah. He found my spine was cracked in three places and in one place it was chipped with the piece missing. He said the bone was broken completely around the cord and yet the cord was spared thus my life was saved. He told my wife to get home or to some friends as soon as possible. He only gave me one pain pill. By the time I was to Evanston I was suffering so badly, every bump felt like it would be the last I could endure. Ora stopped to a Drug Store but all the attendant would sell her was aspirin and that didn't help much. My head had been knocked down between my shoulders so that my ears were almost even with my shoulders. With the suffering so great I would go unconscious and revive. This happened many times before we reached Rock Springs. When Ora took me to the Doctor, he said I must be put in a cast immediately and that I would never be able to cut meat again. This was my profession, my livelihood. What could I do to support my family? One of my friends brought me a cup with some pencils in jest, but it was no laughing matter to me. I was frightened. I sent for the Bishop and with his other counselor (I being one) they administered to me. I refused to be put in a cast. I knew Heavenly Father could heal me. At first I had to lay on four pillows, but as the bones started to knit I would have my wife take one pillow at a time from under my head. She cried and refused for fear I would break the cord in the spine, but I kept insisting until she would remove it. I feel that the Lord impressed me when they should be removed. The three places in my back have grown together solidly and with the help of Almighty God I have been able to work as hard as before if not harder.

After I moved back to Utah and was working in the Spanish Fork Co-op, a customer came to buy a tongue. I got a head and started to cut it open the knife slipped through quicker than I expected and it cut my stomach open. I held it together and prayed, then I was taken to the hospital. The doctor said I had creased the main artery going down to my leg and the nerve going up in to my body. He said, "Even an experienced doctor, who knew what he was doing would not dare to come that close to either of them, yet again my life was spared.

A Patriarch in Rock Springs, named Osro Garnder, who was visiting his son there told me God had saved my life many times because I had a great work to do. These are the words he used, "The power of the destroyer has tried to take your life many times, but Providence has stepped in for you have a great work yet to do."

I have been President of the Chamber of Commerce for two terms, have been in charge of concessions for the 24th of July celebration, and been on the Stock Show Committee. I like civic work but prefer doing things of a religious nature.

I have been a member of the Rotary Club in Idaho, the Kiwanis in Spanish Fork, The Meat Cutters Union and its District President in Rock Springs, Wyoming, and President of the Relief Mine since 1949.

I am very grateful for the many blessings that I have received, for noble parents, faithful brothers and sisters and their wives and husbands, and especially I am grateful that God has given me such a patient, faithful and loving companion, Ora. She has encouraged and assisted me in every righteous undertaking. She has stood by me through thick and then, good and bad times. No one could have been a more loyal and trusted companion than Ora has been and still is to me, and such a devoted mother to our children. She is also faithful and devoted in the service of God our Heavenly Father. The gospel is first in both of our lives. We are truly grateful for the testimony of the gospel, for the Restoration to earth in this dispensation of the powers and keys and knowledge of this wonderful gospel. I am grateful for the many opportunities that I have been given to serve in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I am especially grateful for our lovely family and do pray they may remain true to the gospel and live worthy of the blessings of the covenants that we have all taken in the waters of baptism. I trust that we may all live that we may all be worthy to be together in the life beyond the vale.

I feel I would be most ungrateful if I did not express my love and appreciation to my wife, Ora, for the many, many hours of service that she has spent in searching out the Dixon genealogies and now for her untiring efforts in compiling this fine family record for all of our family and this in the condition of health that she is in having had three serious heart attacks. She has searched for nearly 40 years on my family lines. Note: Shares headstone with Ora L. Jeppson Dixon. Married: Oct 14, 1925, Children: Darrel, Duane, Gaylie, Annetta.


Occupation: Meat Packer, Business Owner

Blessed by his grandfather, John Jacob Schaerrer

Baptized by Francis M. Elmer

Confirmed by John E. Huish

Received a Patriarchal Blessing by Hyrum G. Smith, in 1924

Ordained a Deacon: 10 Dec 1917, by Bishop Justin A. Loveless

Ordained a Teacher: 16 Oct 1922, by Joseph Reece

Ordained a Priest: 17 Sep 1923 by Lee R. Taylor

Ordained an Elder: 21 Sep 1925 by Lee R. Taylor

Served a mission to New York and Connecticut

Ordained a High Priest: 17 Feb 1935 by Henry Melvin Rollins

Served a 2nd mission with his wife, Ora Lucina Jeppson Dixon, to North Carolina

Social Security Number: 529-01-3420 (according to the Social SecurityDeath Index)

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Quayle Dixon's Timeline

October 17, 1905
Payson, Utah County, Utah, United States
December 3, 1905
Payson, Utah, Utah, United States
November 2, 1913
Age 8
Payson, Utah, Utah, United States
November 2, 1913
Age 8
Payson, Utah, Utah, United States
Age 14
Payson, Utah, Utah, United States
Age 18
Payson, Utah, Utah, United States

Graduated from Payson High School

October 14, 1925
Age 19
Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States