Elizabeth (Beth) Amy Stevens Gibson life story written for a family reunion

Elizabeth (Beth) Amy Stevens Gibson life story written for a family reunion

ELIZABETH (BETH) AMY STEVENS GIBSON

The day of my birth was one of excitement since I was born on the 24th of July, 1923. This was always a big celebration day for our community of Redmesa. The family had all gone to the celebration which consisted of a program at the Church to commemorate the saints coming into the Salt Lake Valley on this day in 1847. The most important part of the celebration in the eyes of children was the activity at the school grounds in the afternoon. There were races, games, ball games, ice cream stands, all kinds of goodies for sale where the children and others could spend their loose change. The ice cream cones were always a big treat for all of us as in our town we had no electricity so that meant no refrigeration so when they were able to have ice cream, it was a special treat. Grandma Roberts lived in town and always made a big freezer of ice cream that we, as a family could hardly wait to sample. Ice was purchased from one of the families in the community who had stored the blocks of ice during the winter. It was cut and packed in deep sawdust where it was kept frozen. Grandma’s ice cream was made in a “hand crank” freezer. The kids took turns sitting on the freezer to hold it down as they turned it. The turning of the handle was always accompanied by a special “squeak, squeak”, which was distinguishable from all other sounds. That sound always brought an image of ice cream being made. The day was looked forward to as one of the “big events” of the year. The Fourth of July ranked right along with it. There was always a dance in the evening.

This particular day, after the main activities were over, Mamma and Daddy went home. No dancing this year. After they arrived at home, Mamma went into labor and I was born. They lived in the old Davenport home about a mile west of town and down past the cemetery at that time. I’m sure there was another celebration that night, at my birth, since I was the first girl born to my parents. Carl and Evan preceded me and now they had their first little sister. If they had known then that there would be seven more sisters before another brother came along, they may not have been quite so happy. This has always been a fun day to have a birthday. For a long time I really thought It was special for them to have a big celebration for my birthday. I was named for each of my grandmothers. Elizabeth, for my Grandmother Stevens, and Amy for my Grandmother Roberts and for my mother. I have always been quite proud of my name and have hoped that I have not disgraced it in any way.

I have always felt somewhat like I grew up in pioneer days since we grew up without electricity, running water or indoor toilets. When we lived at the ranch, which was three miles north of the main part of Redmesa, we had a well near the house. It was 75 feet deep and would often go dry so we would have to haul our water either from a neighboring farm or from the river. This well was always a source of worry for my mother. She worried about one of children falling down the well shaft. If one of the children ever came up missing that would be the first place she would look for them. One time she got a new pair of shoes and one of the twins threw them down in the well. It was pretty difficult to get them out again. New shoes were hard to come by in those days too. Having no electricity or running water made everything very different than it is now days. It meant cooking on a wood stove, ironing with heavy irons, which were heated on the stove. It meant heating the house with a big wood-coal stove which was usually in one corner of the living room and the family huddling around it for warmth. It heated the living room mostly and the bedrooms were always very cold in the winter time. We would often take a hot water bottle or heated flat irons to bed with us to keep our feet warm and then really pile on the home made quilts. Sometimes they would be so heavy we could hardly turn over in bed. Most of the social activities were centered around the church there. Almost everyone in the community were Mormons and for this reason everything was oriented around the Church. Here we met our friends, worshipped and learned of God and his teachings. We participated in some sports activities, mostly baseball. I remember the water fights we usually had after a ball game in the summer time. We had to make our own entertainment and social activities. We had picnics, dances, bonfires with wiener roasts, taffy pulls, dances, etc.

In the summer and early fall the fruit peddlers from the Farmington and Kirtland, New Mexico area would come through the town, selling and trading their fruits, vegetables, melons, etc. for whatever we had to trade. I remember coming home from school one day and Daddy had traded off a beautiful lamb that I had raised on the bottle as my own. I was really saddened and remember crying because he didn’t even ask me. It was always nice to have an apple or bunch of grapes or other fruit to put in our lunch bucket the next day. When the peddlers would come we would often have water melon, cantaloupe, honey dew and other special fruits which were really a treat for us. At this time we would often have a bon fire and roast marshmallows and wieners and have a watermelon “bust.”

We grew up in the midst of the depression years so there was very little money. The girls all wore dresses to school. Mamma made ours from a homemade pattern. I remember how she would take some brown paper from a paper bag or butcher paper and hold it up to us and draw the pattern on us to fit and then cut the dress from that. She was very creative and was able to change the patterns so we would all have a little different style. We usually only had one good dress at a time and would have to come home from school and change it every day. Then on the week end it would get washed so it would be ready for the next week. The same with the boys. They would have only one good set of clothes for school and others to do the chores in and to play in. It was always, “Change your clothes” as soon as we would get home from school.

Some of my earliest memories were when we moved from the old Davenport place up to the Graden Place. There were five children in the family at this time. Carl and Evan (who were both born in Blanding, Utah), myself and Norma and Bonnie. I am not sure which house were living in when Norma was born. Bonnie who was born at Grandma and Grandpa Roberts’ place which was known as the “Goat Ranch”. I was too young to remember when Norma and Bonnie were born. I was probably only about three or four when we moved. This was an exciting time for us children. I remember running through the house, upstairs and all around to see all the rooms and see which one would be our bedroom. We didn’t have our own rooms or even our own bed. We girls shared one room and two or three children would sleep in the same bed. The boys would do the same but of course at that time there were only two boys and already there were three girls.

Anna, the twins, Marjorie and Christine, and Lou were born while we lived at that house. Anna was born when I was five years old and I remember Mamma’s bed being put up on big blocks of wood to make the bed higher. (I don’t know if that was to keep us kids off the bed or to make it easier to take care of Mamma and the new baby, maybe both. New mothers always stayed in bed ten days after child birth at that time. I remember going around to the back of the bed and looking at Anna as she lay beside Mamma in the bed. When the twins were born, I was now in school and when I came home, Grandma Roberts was there and she came rushing to greet me and took me in by the pot belly stove to warm my hands. I immediately suspected we must have a new baby. She took me into Mamma’s room and there on our little play table was a little bed fashioned out of a card board box. Grandma took me to one end and turned down the covers and there was a tiny baby girl. She then took me to the other end and did the same thing. My first thought was that there was a baby with two heads, one on each end. Grandma soon got that straightened out and then took the babies out of their little bed and let me hold my little twin sisters. I was six years old. That was pretty exciting.

The next one to be born was Lou. I remember we children were all sent off to Grandma’s house, which was about a mile north of there. We knew there was going to be a new baby and we were anxiously waiting for the news. Soon after she was born, we all went home to see the new baby. All I remember was looking at her and seeing the yellow in her eyes. They always put argyrol in baby’s eyes at birth at that time to insure against infection. I just remember seeing those YELLOW eyes. Then I do remember them deciding on a name for her and I wanted them to name her Lou “Mae” and not Lou Rae. I’m glad I didn’t win out though as I like her best as “Lou Rae”. The twins were identical and for a long time the only way we could tell them apart was by a tiny, pin point size birth mark on Marjorie’s ear. They were the seventh and eighth children to be born into the family. I wonder how Mamma ever took care of all of us. That was eight children in eight years, and now two tiny babies. I remember the whooping cough going through the family when the twins were just tiny and many times Mamma would go to their beds and they would just be blue. She would put her finger down their throat and remove the mucous and they would start breathing again. She was afraid to leave their bedside.

We learned early in life how to work. I remember washing dishes when I was five years old. Grandma Stevens had come to visit us and when she saw me washing dishes, she wouldn’t let me do any more and said I was to “little” to wash dishes and she finished them for me. I thought that was pretty nice. Unfortunately, that was one of only two times I ever remember her coming to visit us. She lived in Blanding, Utah which was about 150 miles away. We never did travel that far away and they rarely did either. We were rarely ever sick. It had to be something very serious to go to the doctor. There was an old country Doctor, Dr. Smith, who lived in Marvel, three miles from where we lived, and he was the one everyone went to and he also came to the homes to deliver the babies or take care of any emergency. I remember Norma had to have a boil lanced once. (She also said Christine lanced it once for her when she grabbed it and wouldn`t turn loose, OUCH! Evan had an artery cut in his arm once in a sleigh riding accident and he was taken to the Doctor. I had my tonsils out when I was in about the sixth grade. I went to the hospital in Durango for that. When I was sixteen, I had my appendix out.

This little incident, following, could very well have been part of Norma’s history but since I was involved too and she didn’t tell it, I will relate it:

We had a big cistern near the house for water storage, usually rain water. At this particular time it was probably about half full. Norma and I were playing there by the cistern when she thought it would be interesting to see if she could hold on to the edge of the cistern and reach the water with her feet. So she turned over on her tummy and slowly slid down, grasping the edge of the cistern. She was probably only six or seven (or maybe even younger). It was easy going down but now her arms were getting tired and she didn`t have strength enough to pull herself back out and neither did I have enough strength to pull her out. Besides, I was afraid I would let her drop down into the water. So I ran into the house and got Mamma for help. Mamma was absolutely in a panic for fear Norma would fall into the water and drown. She ran out and somehow was able to pull her to safety after several anxious moments.

We always loved to go wading in the irrigation ditch in the early spring. We would ask Mamma if we could go and she would say, “No! The water is still too cold”. We would plead and tease to go and finally we would take a tin can and get it full of water from the ditch and bring it to her so she could be convinced how warm it was and let us go wading.

I was baptized in the irrigation ditch in the “Old Swimming Hole” at this place, however it was after we had moved away and Uncle Dan Stevens and Aunt Virga were living there. Uncle Dan baptized me and his son, Dane, the same day, (July 23, 1932), the day before I was nine years old.

We moved to the Old Ranch, about another mile north of this home when I was about eight I guess. Marva was born there. I don’t remember much about the birth but I remember tending her as a baby. She was just like my baby. I think sometimes she thought I was her mother. She was born three days after Christmas, December 28, 1932. We were buddies.

During the time we lived at the ranch Norma, Bonnie and I were like the three musketeers. We were the “big” kids. What one didn’t think of the others would. We were all tom boys and wore mostly bib overalls as they didn’t “show” the dirt as much as dresses and were more practical for us on the farm. It saved Mamma a lot of washing. I think I was more of a sissy than Norma and Bonnie but, (if I could help it), they never knew how I hated snakes and mice and bugs and things like that, especially if they were playing with them with the boys and showed no fear. Once while Mama was gone to Durango, Norma, Bonnie and I decided to kill some chickens. Norma and I held each end of the chicken with the neck over a log while Bonnie took a dull hatchet and “sawed “the heads off. NO way would I ever attempt the task we made Bonnie do. It didn’t seem to bother her very much. The test came when we went to clean them. We got the feathers off and started to clean the chickens out but decided to leave it for Mamma when she got home. We must have killed about six chickens and I don’t think Mamma was very happy about it when she came home.

I remember when I was at Mutual one night, hearing every one running out of the building. So our class ran upstairs and we could see Veda Wheelers house burning down. The flames were furious and the billowing smoke rolled forth with fury. Many of the town’s people were there when we arrived and they had a bucket brigade from one of the close neighbors’ homes, trying to save the cellar which was near by the house. It contained all their food storage. The only thing they saved out of the house was a sewing machine and it was pulled out of the house through the window. This was a sad time for this widowed mother and something I will never forget.

The radio was getting popular during this time and when we had a working one we liked to listen to such programs as Amos N Andy, Little Orphan Annie, Jack Armstrong (The All American Boy), Red Skelton, Fibber McGee and Molly, Dagwood and Blondie, The News, Singers such as Kate Smith, Bing Crosby, Jeanette McDonald and Nelson Eddie, Famous bands such as Glen Miller, Artie Shaw, Gene Kroopa and his drums. Sometimes if our radio batteries were dead or it wasn’t working we would go to a neighbor or to Grandma`s to listen to certain programs.

Uncle Marion and Aunt Lettie Stevens were married and living in part of our house at the ranch. They had two rooms at the back and we had the rest of the house (three rooms) with our ten children. We kids used to be so mean to them. Aunt Lettie would get so mad at us she could have beat us. Her kitchen stove was adjacent to our living room wall. There was a crack between the boards of the wall and we fashioned a wire with which we could reach in and close the damper on her cook stove. Her stove would start smoking and she would say “What is wrong with this stove”? Then she would discover that the damper was closed and open it up again. Pretty soon we would close it again. It took her a while to figure out what was happening and then would she get mad!!

The usual childhood diseases afflicted our family. One time Norma and I were staying with Aunt Mary for the night and the next morning when we got up I had broken out with the chicken pox. I wanted to go home so Norma and I walked home in the hot sun (four miles). By the time we got there, I was really sick. The one Norma and I still laugh about was when we got the mumps. Carl got it first. He had it on both sides and couldn’t eat anything but Mamma made all these good juices and special things for him. Then when it was about the right time for the rest of us to get it, Norma and I faked it and told Mamma we didn’t feel good. We knew all the right symptoms. Mamma checked us over and thought she could feel a lump coming under our ears. She sent us to bed and we carried on like we were really sick. We got lots of special food and attention. Then about two days later we woke up and both of us were swollen with mumps on both sides. Then we were really sick. We were unusually sick and it lasted so long that we missed a special party we had planned on and other special privileges. We paid for our lies and really learned a lesson from it.

Mamma got the mumps at the same time as some of the kids. I don’t remember her going to bed or having any special treatment. She only had it on one side.

We always felt sorry for ourselves because we had to walk so far to school so some times when we would see a car coming and if it was someone we knew we would start limping so they would feel sorry for us and give us a ride. It seemed to work or at least we thought it did as they would always pick us up. Most of the people who travelled that road were local people that we knew. When we walked home from school and were about a quarter of a mile from home we would often smell Mamma’s bread baking and we would hurry home for this wonderful bread as it came from the oven. We would break a loaf into chunks and put lots of homemade butter and jam on it. MMMMMM!! Sound good? Grandma Roberts was the best chicken soup maker in the whole world. Her homemade noodles make me hungry to think of it and her baking powder biscuits were delicious--light and fluffy and loaded with farm fresh butter.

I can see my Grandmother up early in the morning before the sun got hot, with a bonnet or a homemade wide rimmed, floppy hat, out picking berries or peas or hoeing the weeds in the garden. Fresh peas and new potatoes and homemade ice cream for the fourth of July was always something we looked forward to and remember with great nostalgia at Grandma’s house.

Early one morning , the boys and Daddy were out doing chores, milking and feeding the cows and other animals, Mamma as usual, was in the kitchen and we younger kids must have still been in bed. I heard some commotion in the kitchen and found out that as Mamma was standing at the stove fixing breakfast, she heard a noise behind her and when she turned around there was a big rattle snake, right there in the kitchen. She ran outside and got a shovel and the snake trapped himself behind a door and Mamma killed it with the shovel. She was pretty frightened! We ran to the corral and got the boys and they came in and took care of the snake. There is an old adage that if you kill a rattle snake, that the mate will be found in the same area. About a month later on a Saturday morning as I was cleaning our bedroom, I heard the dog barking excitedly outside my bedroom window. When I looked out, there was a rattle snake and the dog was letting everyone know. I ran for Carl and he came and killed it. We often heard snakes as we would go for walk or hike. They often lurked in the hot rocky areas of the farm. We were always on guard for them.

The winter I was twelve, the family moved down into town so as to be closer to school. Mamma was expecting Hubert. We lived in the “Old McGee” place. Aunt Mary and her family lived at the Davenport place. Aunt Mary seemed to be at our house and helped Mamma quite a bit. I remember coming home from school one day in December, (the ninth to be exact). Aunt Mary was there. I was not feeling well and wanted to stay home that afternoon but Aunt Mary said I couldn’t stay home as Mamma was going to have the baby that day. I pleaded and said I would stay in my room and not bother anyone so they finally consented for me to stay home if I would stay in the bedroom. As I stayed in my room, I could hear the women talking and Sister Tooley was there. She was the one every one called on for help when there was a new baby as she was like a midwife and had helped with many deliveries. I could hear the groans and sounds of labor. Then I heard the first cry and the exclamation of ““it’s a boy!” After eight girls, you can imagine the excitement! Apparently it was a difficult birth and the baby was breech. The Doctor did not arrive in time but came later that night. The women handled it all themselves. Daddy was usually up to Cherry Creek or someplace working and not home very much. He was not home at this time either. Someone had to go find him and tell him of the new baby boy. Everyone was pretty happy to have another boy in the family, especially Carl and Evan. Choosing a name was a family project. We got out a big book that Grandpa had which had all the old pioneer names in it and went over all the names and somehow came up with Hubert. The girls all wanted the middle name to be “Samuel” but I guess Daddy must have given him the name of “Joshua” as that is his father’s middle name. You can see that this boy had lots of doting sisters who tried to run his life, right from the beginning.

Aunt Mary stayed on to help during the time that Mamma was in bed. Our families were very close during that time.

Six weeks later we came storming into the house from school for lunch and as we walked in Aunt Mary was there and hushed us and said, “Your Mother is sick”. Silence fell upon the household and we asked what was wrong. Mamma was lying on the floor in the living room, in an unconscious state, with a blanket over her. She had apparently had a stroke. We quietly sat down for lunch but I couldn’t eat. I started to cry and went to my bedroom. I couldn’t go to school that afternoon. I couldn’t bear to see my mother like that. Later in the evening Dr. Smith arrived and determined that she had indeed had a severe stroke. Her right side was totally paralyzed and she was still unconscious. They got her into her bed. She lay there unconscious for many days. When she regained her consciousness, she didn’t know any one and couldn’t speak.

People from the ward took turns staying up nights with her and taking care of her needs. They did this for a month or more. By this time she was beginning to recognize some of the family but still couldn’t speak. I prayed constantly that she would get well and be able to talk again. She tried so hard to speak but no words would come. Finally one day she was pointing to something and said “Shoe”. That was encouraging, but that was the only thing she was able to say for a long time. She never was able to carry on a conversation again. She learned many words and would try so hard to speak and talk and be understood, but was never able to. It was always very frustrating for her.

This incident was the beginning of great hardship for our family. Hubert was just six weeks old. Carl, the oldest, was only fourteen. I was twelve and the oldest girl and had much responsibility in caring for the family. It was difficult for Daddy to accept this burden which had come into his life. He had to start doing the cooking and helping with family responsibilities. He was home for several months whereas before he was gone a good part of the time. Aunt Mary and her family were there with us most of the time after Daddy left. He would still come home every few weeks. Sometime later we moved to another house in town, which we all referred to as the “Old Barn”. It was a house that was started, with the idea of being used as a barn and was never finished but was finally partitioned and closed in as a house. It was a big two story house with a large living room and kitchen with a pantry on the main floor and two large bedrooms upstairs. Aunt Mary’s daughter, Gwendola, lived with us and helped us for a few months while we were living there. Aunt Mary lived across the field, about one half mile away so we were all back and forth all the time. They were such a big help to us. Daddy was home most of the time then for about a year or so and then he and Darrell Eaton began to build a new house for us right in town, about a block from Grandma’s house. It was an adobe house with a flat roof. It was a big rectangular house with a partition down the middle to separate the living area from the three bedrooms. The main living area had a pine floor and one of the bedrooms had a finished floor but for quite some time after we first moved in, the other two bedrooms just had a dirt floor. Then later they poured cement which was certainly a big improvement. Daddy was gone away working up Cherry Creek most of the time after we moved into this house. Mamma was an invalid. She was able to walk and drag her right leg. Her arm was completely paralyzed and her speech never returned. Her mind was alert but she could not express herself.

It was while we lived in this house that we got a new Maytag washing machine. It had a gasoline motor. This was certainly an improvement over the wash board. We also had a new well dug right outside the kitchen and it had ample water supply to take care of our needs.

When I was fifteen, Daddy left and went to Alamogordo, New Mexico; Texas; then to California and later in life back to El Paso Texas (where many years later, after he had been retired for many years, he died). He just said good-bye one day and that was the last time he was ever home. He never wrote to us or sent us money or communicated in any way. We were deserted by our own father. It is very hard for me to understand how a man could do that to his family. We had no income. Carl and Evan joined the CCC’s and were away and got their board and room and a small amount of money. (it seems like it was about $22.00 a month each and they gave that to us). If it had not been for Grandma Roberts and other relatives, I don’t know how we would have survived. We had to grow up fast and fend for ourselves. The only kind of work we could get in Redmesa was a little baby sitting once in a while. I did this for Francis and Lavetta Slade the summer that I turned seventeen and was paid in eggs which I took home to the family.

Obviously, things were pretty tough financially. Norma and I were going to high school at Marvel. This was a school with grades from one through twelve. High school consisted of about 30 or 40 students for all four years. We made quite a few friends but never did really get “in” with a lot of the kids. One day the school principal called us in and told us we would have to pay our tuition which was about $8.00 each for the year and that if we didn’t pay it we would either have to quit school or they would withhold our credits at the end of the year. They were willing to take a sack of beans or potatoes or something of that kind in place of money but we didn’t even have anything extra to use for that. We both cried at the thought of quitting school but never paid our tuition. We kept going and I never got my credits until years later when I went to night school and had to send for them so I could graduate. My best friend at Marvel High School was Roberta Dean from Redmesa. She and I had been good friends since about the third grade. During my sophomore, year her family moved to Provo, Utah. I missed her so much. She and her family were a good influence on me during those years that we were such close friends and I believe it was through their influence that kept me active in the church and helped me to realize the importance of it in my life. Even though we seldom see each other now, we still keep in touch at Christmas and at our birthdays. She now lives in Pleasant Grove, Utah. It was after she moved away that I developed a friendship with Stella Zufelt there in Redmesa. We have lost touch though and never see each other at all.

In the school year of 1938-40 my two uncles, Gerald and Dow Roberts went to school in Durango. They started attending the LDS Branch there on Sunday. They met and became acquainted with the Clifford Gibson Family who had a son by the name of Wallace (Wally). One Friday night they brought him to Redmesa to a dance. He brought a date Eva O’Brien, with him. I was introduced to him but of course I meant nothing to him that night. I was impressed with him and wanted to get better acquainted. A few weeks later Gerald and Dow invited him out to Grandmas for Sunday dinner. After dinner we all got together and played soft ball on the vacant lot near Grandma’s house. Wally was the catcher and I was the pitcher. Wally says I have been pitching and he has been catching ever since. We started dating and soon became engaged. We were married 12 November 1940 in the Mesa, Ariz. Temple. Wally’s sister, Norma, and her husband, Leland Barton and Wally’s mother, Birdie Ann Wilson Gibson, came with us. Actually we went with Norma and Leland as they were going to be sealed in the temple after having already been married. I had been attending school in Durango and working for my room and board for a family before we were married. The next March we moved to Bluewater to get work but didn’t stay long. Wally worked for his father, wiring houses and doing electrical repairs. Electricity was being brought into many of the rural communities during this time and Wally and his father wired some of the homes in Redmesa, including my Grandmothers. One day as Wally was wiring her home he got overbalanced while kneeling on a stud in the attic, the toes of his shoes cut through the paper covering the ceiling, and down he came right on through the ceiling. Grandma had just put lunch on the table and all the black coal dust (soot) and accumulation of dirt from the attic came right down on the table. Wally was so embarrassed, and is still embarrassed, even to this date. This was before we were married. Grandma had a good laugh about it.

We lived in Durango until our first daughter, Aldine, was born Sept 13, 1941. We then moved to Salt Lake City, where we went to find work. His dad was already there and working at the Remington Arms ammunition Plant. Wally was not able to get into any kind of defense work because he wasn’t 21 yet. He did get a job but it paid so little that we really had to struggle until he turned 21 the next March. He then got a job at the Arms Plant and we were able to save a little money and bought a home at 1150 Sunnyside Ave in Aug, 1941. We paid $3,000 for it with $500.00 down. Our payments were $30.00 per month. (Would our kids like to be paying that kind of payments now?) Wally went in the Navy in 1944 and left when Arlea was just a few days old. After the war he returned to Salt Lake and was able to go to school on the GI bill.

We remained there in our home on Sunnyside Ave all during the war and during his five years of college. He graduated in Electrical Engineering in June of 1951 and what a great day that was. A job was waiting for us in Portland, Ore. Now with four little girls, we moved to Portland. He worked for Bonneville Power Co. for three years and then he got a job for Northrup Aircraft in Hawthorne, Calif. We moved to California in June 1954. We lived in Hawthorne for about six months and then bought a home in Westchester, where we lived until 1961, several jobs and two children later. Rosanne and Matt were both born while we lived there in Westchester. The area where we lived then has all been taken over by the Los Angeles International Airport now and there is no sign of any homes ever having been there. We moved to Canoga Park in the San Fernando Valley. We lived there until Nov. of 1963 when we finally moved back to Salt Lake City, having been transferred by Litton Industries.

Much water has gone under the bridge since then. We have 23 grandchildren and one great grandchild and we love each one of them. We are now retired and having a great time. As Wally says, “If we had known retirement would be so much fun, we would have done that first.”

Beth

(1258 W. 8830 S. West Jordan, Utah 84088)