Burley, Cassia, Idaho
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by Marjory Sue Stimpson

Ann Wallwork was born September 25, 1880, in a one-room cabin with a dirt roof, in Santiquin, Utah. She was number eight of eleven children. I tell about her
birthplace because I am so proud of her and thankful to her for being the steadfast, courageous, loving mother she was.
Ann's father, Andrew Wallwork, was born June 3, 1846, at Kersley, Lancashire, England, died at 64, October 14, 1910, at Stone. Idaho.
Ann's mother, Ann Crompton, was born May 17, 1846, at Kersley, Lancashire, England. She died at 65 at Stone, Idaho, March 21, 1911.
In Snowville, Utah, Mother met Oscar Hansen where he was working on an old horse-powered threshing machine and this eventually led to their marriage. They
were married in the home of Charles and Sara Lena Burgess in American Fork, Utah, Sara Lena being the sister of Oscar. When Oscar was sixteen, his mother
died so he went to live with his only sister, Sara Lena, whom had by this time married Charles Burgess.
Going back to say a few things about her parents which I think are very interesting: they were converts who immigrated from Kersley, Lancashire, England. Her
father and brothers were coal miners, and later, railroaders and farmers at Ogden and Snowville, Utah.
Before her marriage, Ann worked in Salt Lake City in the home of the Madsens who owned the Pioneer Furniture Store, Madsens Pioneer Furniture Store that
Oscar and Ann's first son, Oscar Earl, was born at Stone, Idaho, in 1905 and soon after they moved to Albion, Idaho, where Oscar's brother Charles and half-
brother Brigham were located on homesteads. Pioneering was in their blood and the urge for land was strong. Here in Albion, Idaho, their second son, Gordon,
was born in 1907 and a third son, Nathan Willard, in 1909
Their next move was to View, Idaho, where he filed on an eighty-acre homestead. View was their home for many years and birth place of Annamay (1911), David
Herman (1913), Milo Milton (1915), Dora Isabella (1917), and Robert Carl (1921).
The land in View was covered with sagebrush which they cleared off to be able to plant crops. There were only a few families in the whole area. Oscar not only
helped to build his own log house but also helped to build the town. He built roads, a school which also served as a church, and canals for the Minidoka Irrigation
Project which was the largest in America for many years. These things all help to get the picture of my mother's life.

The log cabin Ann lived in was a two-room log cabin. She and her husband, Oscar, lived in the east room and the Charles Burgess family in the west room. They
had to haul water by wagon in barrels (wooden) that were brought in Albion, Idaho. They say they must have been whiskey barrels because the water tasted so
nasty. It was about eight miles from their cabin to Albion and the road was rough enough to spill the water and they would have to make another trip to fill up
again in order to have enough water. All the hay for their animals had to be hauled from about eight or so miles also. It was four or five years before there were
canals to water the farms and they had to live on their farms a few days and a few days in Albion. A little dry farming was done prior to the water coming.

The family washing was done on a wash board in large galvanized aluminum tubs. One oblong, very large, tub was Put on the cook stove to heat the water.

There were milk cows and cream. Milk and butter were products of those cows and was so good. The milking was not so pleasant, however.
From a picture of Ann, I see her as a real pioneer. She didn't push a handcart across the plains but she did the same kinds of jobs and wore the same kinds of
clothing. I see her with a checkered, long, gingham dress; long sleeves with a wide cuff on then. The cuffs were trimmed with a dark contrasting, colored ruffle.
The long ankle-length apron looked to be the color of the ruffled edge on the sleeve cuffs. She wore her hair brushed back from her face and forehead with a
bob in back. Her hair was brown and she had blue eyes. She was about five feet four inches tall and wore a AAAA very narrow tiny shoe for a very narrow foot.
So this is where we get our narrow feet? ? ! !
She certainly was a homesteader's, a miner's, a salesman’s, and a farmer's wife.
Most of the above history was gleaned from other people and now I would like to write of things I remember about m y dear m other.
She was forty-five years old when I was born, the last of ten children. Thankfully, I remember that she was always home when I came home from school,
church, or any other activity. Many times we sat in a pair of rocking chairs on the screened in front porch in the brick house in Burley, Idaho. This house was
the second for her when they moved from the farm in View, Idaho. She did not complain about the hard times she had been through over the years, but mainly
talked about the things I wanted to talk about. She was soft spoken and gentle and quiet. Mother never spanked me; Dad did. She explained to me about the
reform school when my brother Wiley told her that I had been stealing from the dime store with my
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cousin. To keep the record straight, I was along but did not steal; I was too frighten by the whole ordeal. She taught me to sew and cook. She furnished me all
the material a girl could dream of to sew. She and Dad said they would furnish material any time I wanted to sew but I had to sew it. Weren't they wise? And
how I loved it. She and Dad saw to it that I did housework and school work and that I attended all my church meetings. She could relax with her last child, me,
and enjoyed seeing me sew and also delighted me by taking me to a seamstress who also made dresses for me. I always loved the patterns, colors, and fabrics she
picked for me.
Mother wasn't a Relief Society "goer" but she was a "doer." Mother went to Relief Society a time or two but said they gossiped too much and she had far too
much to do at home to participate in that. Whenever the sisters wanted her to cook or sew or do something she could do at home, she did it. There was a little
blind lady on our block whom she took for a walk every day and she took meals and homemade bread and cookies very often.
There was a young girl who married a man whose wife had passed away and left him five children to care for. They lived in a tent across the road from us. This
young bride could not sew or cook, nor did she know how to clean house. Mother Ann taught her everything and helped her in so many ways.
This dear mother of mine was most unselfish; she never put her needs above her family's needs. I don't remember her even yelling at her children and she
didn't threaten.
In some of our talks, she said she had always wanted to travel but as far as I know she only went to Utah, Idaho, Wyoming, Nevada, and California and Peoria,
Illinois, where Dora lived.
I laughed at my mother, no -- I laughed with her. We would be sitting in our favorite spot on the front porch in our rocking chairs and she would impersonate
people and I would ask her to do it over and over and over. This was one of those fun things she wanted to do—she called it "mimicking" people and she was so
good at it.
We were a very lucky family to have her for the virtues she has and some of us have inherited some very valuable things from her. Her health, after all the
hardships she endured, was very good. She had been in the hospital only for a gallstone operation and again when she passed away with cancer of the lungs. One
lung was completely gone and the other almost when she entered the Burley Hospital in December and died on January 20, 1948.
Testing is done here on this earth as we strive to do our Father's will and if I could be a judge, I would pass her straight to the Celestial Kingdom.
Let me tell of a few of her heartaches, tests? A little baby boy, Nathan Willard, born June 26, 1909, died July 31, 1919, heartache? David Herman born October
1, 1913, died November 23, 1914, heartache? Not one baby, but two. I'm sure the handcart pioneers know this suffering as they buried their dead along the way.
When Robert Carl, sixth son was in the second grade at school, he fell from a tree and was paralyzed from his hips down for what would be the rest of his life.
During this time, his younger brother broke his leg and then there were two invalids for awhile. Another test of emotions, fear, concern, was for Milo Milton
who was shell shocked in the military and never recovered quite well enough to live at home permanently but in a Veteran's hospital where he died. Trials came
two at a time for years and years; loneliness is one of them. Dad was a salesman and a very good one and spent much time on the road making a good living for
all of us. Through all of this we can all honestly say she was not a complainer but just happy getting happiness from mothering her children and being
compassionate with her neighbors. Dad proceeded her in death by a little over three

years. She lived for 68 years and as I am nearing her age, I see that I have inherited some wonderful, wonderful traits of hers and I do look like my mother. We
haven't seen each other for such a long time. I was 23 when she died. She met my husband before she died but has not seen any of our children.
I'm thanking my mother for making it possible for me to go to college and have fond memories of her at that time. When I would come home --for the
weekend, she would say, "Better call your friends and let them know you're home so yell can have some fun." She would also say, "Sue, would you just 'slunk'
the floor (kitchen) out for me?" Meaning mop it with the mop although she taught me to do it on my hands and knees!
"Just cook us a meal (she and my crippled brother Bob), I don't care what you cook; just anything will taste good if I don't have to cook it." How many, many,
many meals had she cooked in her life for others?
"Let's go over town to the barbecue place and get us a barbecue shall we?" She couldn't have asked me to do anything that would be better than that!
"Want to run down to the store and get me some hor hound and some gum drops? You can get anything you want for yourself." What a mother!
I didn't cause my mother, Ann Wallwork Hansen, to worry but I regret not doing more nice things for her and taking her places and I look forward to seeing my
wonderful mother.
I have time and have recalled some special memories. I want to add to the previous life sketch of my mother, Ann Wallwork Hansen.
My sister Dora told of Mother's love of flowers and I remember a friend of ours who was the chief gardener at Klink's green house, just about a half block form
us. He was a German and lots of times, came and talked flowers with us. His name was Carl but I can't remember his last name. He gave her lots of tips and
"starts" for her flower gardening.
At meal time over the years, I have found myself at a strategic position at my table. I can most easily hop up and get anything anyone needs because I am close
to the sink, refrigerator, and stove—my mother sat by the stove by the hot water tank and performed the same function for her family. I figured if I had
forgotten anything, it was my duty to get it because I was responsible for the meal—also portions needed to be divided out so all members could benefit from the
meal! Like mother like daughter.
On my birthday, the 26th of October for several years I remember a big box arriving in the mail from Annamay and Lars, my oldest sister and her husband. It
had Halloween decoration, napkins, candy, nuts, cookies, and a big beautiful orange fruit called quince. It sort of puckered your mouth when you ate it. I had
always thought Annamay was responsible but found out that Mother told me to write to Annamay and tell her it was my birthday—then she sent Annamay a
check to do the shopping and mail the box to me on my birthday. What a mother!! What a sister!!
In Mother's later years, she changed her hair style from long bobbed hair to a short cut with a permanent and it waved so nicely. She said one time I rolled her
hair in small metal curlers all over her head, "Sue, I can hardly get a comb through it and I lose a handful of hair every time I do." This happened one weekend
when I was home from school on a weekend and I meant to give it a curl that would last the whole week at least! Bet she could have spanked me it I had been

I made her cry at least two times and it nearly broke my heart. Earl, my oldest brother, told her she was wasting her money sending me to college and that I was
just having fun and would probably get married and not even graduate. I guess I reacted as if it were her saying that and struck back by accusing her of not
having any faith in me, etc., etc. As a result, I made the statement that I was not going to get married until the last day of school or after I graduated!! That's
exactly what happened. Clyde and I took our tests early and were married on the last day of school. She disappeared and I found her downstairs lying on Milo's
bed crying. I felt really terrible and cried too I was so sorry. The next time I made her cry was when I had coaxed and coaxed and coaxed her to come to church
for a program and watch the dancing also. She had her hair done and came. Then what do my girlfriend and I do but decide we are bored and want to go to the
movies. So—we took her home and went to the movies. Next day, she said she was glad I had talked her into going as she was enjoying the program and
watching the dancing but why did we have to leave so early. I had to tell her and then she cried to think I would do such a thing. I cried too.
To this day, I feel I just have to have a clean bathroom. She taught me well, as that was my job and it had to pass inspection. The kitchen floor had to be mopped
on hands and knees and get in the corners.
I remember sharing the bedroom with Dora and how angry she got at me when I wet the bed. I can't remember mother scolding me but she told Dora to be quiet
and go back to bed and she would get us all dried out again. She must have been displeased but would not allow Dora to scold me .
Dad snored so loudly that they decided he could sleep in the basement so they could both get some sleep. Then—I got to sleep with mother and I got really close
and went to sleep with my hand down the neck of her gown.
At Easter time, she was the only one that kept the Sabbath day holy for several years. She packed big picnics for us and Dad loaded Bob, Wiley, and I and our
friends in the car and went to Indian Hot Springs to swim. He took Bob fishing while the rest of us swam. Mother stayed home and rested as we should have
done. Sometimes Dad put Bob in a big inner tube and he floated around too.
When I became engaged to Clyde J. Stimpson, my mother said she wasn't surprised and she felt all along I would marry him because he was so fast—always on
time, picked me up, and immediately sped away. She didn't know his nick-name was "Speedy."
The big thing that I regret not doing and shall always regret was not getting her to go to the temple for her endowments. It makes me very sad to think about it
now. She, so many times, had made preparations for me to go to the temple with my church classes and I never ever thought of helping her get there.
My uncle, Dave Wallwork, was working in the temple when Clyde and I were married. He asked where Ann was (his sister) and I said she didn't get a
recommend because she didn't think she was worthy. He was so disappointed to think I had not prepared to get her to the temple. I, like so many children,
didn't get out of that "me" stage before I was married soon enough to do things for my mother instead of always she doing for me. I was always taking and
never giving.
I know I really did love her; she was easy to love. It really upset me when I would come home from school and find her in bed or still in bed when I left for
school. I just knew she was sick and was going to die. I couldn't imagine life without her. She was always so good to me.
Oscar Carl Hansen
Marriage: 17 August 1904
American Fork, Utah,
Ann Wallwork
Andrew Wallwork
Ann Crompton
Marriage: 5 November 1889
Christian Hansen
Karen Sophie Møller
Marriage: 17 August 1904
American Fork, Utah
Oscar Earl Hansen
Gordon Hansen
Nathan Willard Hansen

Annamay Hansen
David Herman Hansen
Violet Lorene Barrus
Marriage: 23 September 1926
Oakley, Cassia, Idaho,
Gladys Lyons
Marriage: 3 April 1930
Salt Lake City       
Lars Esbin Andersen
Marriage: 29 April 1930
Salt Lake City
Milo Milton Hansen
Dora Isabelle Hansen
Robert Carl Hansen
J Wiley Hansen

Marjory Sue Hansen
Edwin James Ashton
M: 4 June 1937
Hayward, Alameda, California
Virginia Ellen Cole
Marriage: 9 Nov 1949
Cassia, Idaho
Ilene Willis
Marriage: 12 March 1944
Ardmore, Carter, Oklahoma
Clyde Junior Stimpson
Marriage: 6 June 1947
Salt Lake City,