|1||Table of Contents|
|2a||Birth and Family|
|2d||Life after death of Hans Hansen|
|2f||Marriage to Nephi Foreman|
|2g||Expression of gratitude for contributions.|
|3||Genealogy program generated data for Fannie Moon Hunt Hansen|
A SPECIAL LADY
OUR GRANDMA, FANNY HANSEN
Fanny Moon Hunt was born 28 February, 1860, in Alton, Illinois. Her parents were Thomas Hunt and Hannah Moon. She died December 10, 1936 in Monroe, Utah.
Fanny's parents, Thomas Hunt and Hannah Moon, were married at the Denby Church in Denby, Derbyshire. England on 27 December, 1847. They were converted to the Church of Jesus Christ at Latter-day Saints in the nearby town of Claycross. There, Thomas went with a friend to a meeting of the "Saints", and as he wrote in his diary, "found the people of God, and I was well pleased with them". The young couple were baptized 23 November, l848.
Three children were born to this couple, Sarah Ellen, Moroni, and Fredrick Nephi. Then on 31 March, 1855. Thomas and Hannah and children sailed on the ship Juventa for America. There is no written account of this trip, but they journeyed as far as Alton, Illinois. There they lived, and Thomas found work in the coal mines, as he had done in England. They remained here for several years while he earned money to continue their journey to Utah.
In Illinois, Ruth Bardell was born, and then Fanny Moon. One more son, Thomas Alvin, was also born here, but in 1864, Thomas and Hannah and their now six children came to Utah. They settled first in Moroni, then were called to be among the first families to go to Sevier County, where they began the town of South Band, then called Alma, then permanently named Monroe.
The Hunt family first lived in a dugout on what is now the corner of First East and First North. Other children born later were Ammon, Eliza Ann, Teancum, and Isabella.
From this humble beginning, the many members of the Hunt family became stalwart and important citizens in the building at Monroe.
In a small, adobe house, one block east of Main Street in Monroe, lived a wonderfuI woman, Fanny Moon Hunt Hansen. For long years, she spent her life giving priceless, happy memories to us, her grandchildren, and to countless others who knew her as Aunt Fanny.
As a pioneer child, Fanny had known hardships, fear, and a difficult way of life. This resulted in molding within her a strong, faithful and loving character. She became a woman who was able to lead the footsteps of her children in paths of strength and honor.
In a short article which she wrote for the D.U.P., this is what Fanny herself wrote:
"I came to Monroe with my parents when there were only seven families of us. My sister, Lide (Eliza), was the first child born in Monroe as far as I can find out. I remember very well how we lived in hourly dread of the Indians, and how they would beat on a big bass drum to sound the alarm. Everyone would run to the meeting-house for protection, and sometimes we would sleep there all night. There were of course, no stores nor anything of that kind, but we had to card and spin everything we had. We never even had any looms at that time. My mother was an expert knitter, and she knit my father a suit of clothes and braided him a hat out of straw. He went to conference, and he said he was the best-dressed man there."
There was a story told, though not authenticated, which showed the courage of this little pioneer girl. This came to light many years later, when Fanny was visited in her home by a very old Indian. He asked her if she remembered a day when she was very young, and had gone from the Fort to a potato storage pit, gathered up an apron full of the potatoes, and ran back to the Fort with them. Grandma remembered it all right - it was during bad Indian troubles, and the men were in the fields, and the woman needed potatoes to prepare for the evening meal. She had volunteered to go and get them. The old Indian said that he had been hiding in the sage brush, intending to send an arrow through any white person who left the gates, but he hadn't the heart to shoot that brave girl. He had always remembered her, and he wanted her to know that their paths had crossed many long years before.
Another story of Grandma Hansen's childhood was written by her daughter, Ella Bohman. She told how her mother remembered that, as a child, she would play on the dirt steps leading down to their dugout home. She would entertain herself by cutting dolls out of paper, then she would put them on a large, flat pan, and make-believe this was a dance floor, and all her paper dolls were lovely ladies at the ball. A kind neighbor, who had no children of his own, watched her as he often passed by. He sent to a mail-order house and bought her a real doll, one with a cloth body, and she treasured it for years.
Fanny was seventeen years old when she married Hans Hansen, 5 September, 1877. Little is known of him, but he was a Danish immigrant and had the nickname of Hans Mormon, or Mormon Hans. He was nine years older than Fanny, and had lived for while in Moroni. He was a blacksmith by trade, and also did some farming, and some freighting to Nevada.. At least, her parents were impressed with him, for family stories say this: It seemed that Hans was driving by in a wagon, and Thomas and Hannah were watching him. One of them remarked, "There goes the man who is to be Fanny's husband."
The young couple lived in a two room, log house one block west of Main Street in the southern part of Richfield. Six children were born to them: Amasa, Hans, Ernest, Elleanore, Wilford, and Morris. To the sorrow of the young family, the Father was taken suddenly by death. While he was hauling wood, he met with an unfortunate accident. His team and wagon tipped over into a cold, mountain stream. As a result of this, he became ill with what was probably pneumonia, and this proved fatal. He died 25 July, 1892.
This tragedy left Fanny with six children to raise, Amasa the eldest was fourteen, and the youngest, Morris a baby of three months. Of course there was no state or other welfare aid for them in those days. So Fanny made a living by doing some of the hardest kind of work. This included washing clothes for others, mainly for the hotel people, and she washed all the sheets and linens on the washboard. It would take her all day in the cold, winter months, and her children remembered their mother coming in from the clothesline with her skirts frozen stiff in the wet snow. Her son, Amasa, herded sheep or cows, and the smaller boys did menial tasks to help.
They had the plainest of food, such as graham flour mush tor breakfast, clabber milk for supper, bread and molasses, etc. Their clothes were all made by hand, knitted stockings of course, and sometimes moccasins made out of overall scraps. Sometimes the children could not go to school because they didn't have good enough clothing. For Christmas they would get in their stockings an apple or a few cookies. and a little home-made gift. Through all of this, there were many happy days, and the happiest of these were when the family with their little one-seated buggy and their black horse went to Monroe to spend the day, or maybe several days, with their Grandpa and Grandma Hunt, and all the cousins.
After a few years of living in Richfield without their Father, the little group decided to move to Monroe. So they sold their home in Richfield and moved into the little adobe house with two frame rooms on the east that Fanny's children and grandchildren will always remember.
Can you picture this home as we knew it? This is the way it was described by Ireta: "Do you remember the song, Little Gray Home Of The West? It must have been written about Grandma Hansen's house. It was built of handmade adobes, and there was a large porch across the front. She always had a vegetable garden, and a lovely flower garden, too. There was a barnyard and animals to the east, lawn and even a grape arbor on the side. To the south, under the plum trees, was a place we could jump rope and play hopscotch. A Virginia creeper vine along the porch made the little home look pretty and cozy, and the whole lot was enclosed by a white picket fence. And best of all, Grandma always welcomed us there."
LouElla takes us for a tour inside, as she remembers. "All of the cousins would love to visit at Grandma's, and play together under the quilt that was always on frames in her front room. She quilted for a living, and in her little house, the quilt would fill the room almost from corner to corner. There was a place on the south wall for the old black heating stove, and in the corner, a tiered shelf with a red velvet covered family Bible on the lowest shelf, full of family pictures, which we would look at, and a viewer called a stereoscope.
To the north of the front room, with a curtain for a door, was a small bedroom with a high feather bed. It had at least two feather ticks on, and we would jump up and down in the middle. We would sink down, down into a hole, and the edges of the tick would cover us over. No wonder we always begged to go and sleep to Grandma's.
In the kitchen was Grandma's flat, black cookstove, a washbench under an east window, and a trapdoor that went down to the dirt cellar. To the north of this was her cupboard, and though it was nothing fancy, just shelves above and doors beneath, it would be a valued antique today. There was something of a treasure there for us, because on the top shelf was where Grandma kept her spoondish. This was a long, oval crystal dish that she had received as a wedding gift, and was her special prize. This dish always intrigued me, too, because in the bottom under the spoons was always a nickel or a dime that she would give us to go and spend. Maybe sometimes it was only penny or two, but she always had something for us. Against the west wall of the kitchen was a big table, always covered with oilcloth, and always we could sit there and have bread and plum jam. Or she would have pie, and she'd make us "tea" of hot water and sugar and milk. Sometimes we sat outside in the little grape arbor and had new bread and butter, with sliced white radishes on top, and lemonade to drink. It was more delicious than anything."
The first of the grandchildren to come here to visit were Ireta and O'Neal, who lived in Richfield, a long distance away in those days. Ireta said that Grandma would come to Richfield to get them some times, and she "looked so pretty and prim, driving smartly along, with her black eyes flashing." She remembers the little buggy, and a horse, probably named "Prince". In front of the seat there was a deep, curved floor that extended back up as the dashboard, and as a place for whips, etc. The children would sit down there facing her, with their backs to the dashboard, and she would tell them Indian stories and early pioneer experiences. The high point of the trip was passing the "Indian Rock" over by Anabella, and she would point out where some unfortunate freighter had been ambushed by Indians in the early days.
One trait of endearment of this great woman was the way she reached out to always help others. An example of love and caring is told by Montez, as she recalls a "Grandma would often come to our house when we were small, to see if she could help us, as our father had to be away from home herding sheep. It was a long walk for her, but she came anyway. In 1918 when the awful flu was everywhere, my father caught it, and everyone that had it had to be quarantined. We lived in the Alunite mining camp, and mother had a new baby. So Uncle Morris brought Grandma Hansen up there in a horse and buggy, a trip which took all day, and she stayed right in the room with father after that, until he was well, risking her own life to do so."
Grandma often took some of her family in to live with her, if there was a need. When Ferrel and Montez were teenagers, they lived with her so they could go to school in Monroe. With her usual generosity, Grandma shared her bedroom with Montez, and she would often stay up late at night to help them with their homework.
Ireta mentions some small ways that she was taught by Grandma, and perhaps she did the same for others of her family: "She helped me to crochet my first camisole, she taught me to walk straight and take care of my feet, she taught me to never leave a sharp knife in the dish water, and showed me how to properly sew on a button so the knot didn't show, and make a shank on it for longer wear. I can think of her teachings in a thousand rememberings".
The little adobe house was a gathering place for young people, young and old alike. There was often fun and merriment, and the best time of all was the annual Easter hike, held the day before Easter Sunday. For Months we would perster about, "How long before it will be Easter, and we can all go into the hills?" Children of all ages would gather at her place, we would all hold hands from one sidewalk across the street to the other, an walk that way up to the hot springs in the foothills east of town. Idonna tells her memories of this special time: "Each year more and more went with us. Grandma may have been grey-haired,(she was more than sixty when she still did this), but she was as spry all any of us. We took our lunches but Grandma always saw that we had treats of all kinds that she had prepared, raisin cookies and such. I will never forget her trudging along with us, pulling a small red express wagon full of her goodies. We would play games, boil eggs in the water of the hot springs, color them with bits of crepe paper and roll them down the hills, make Brigham tea that we had gathered, slide down the Sand Hill, then take off for home. Everyone looked forward to that day."
In later years, Grandma married Nephi Foreman, who she had fondly known when she was a young girl, He owned a home in Austin, or Frogtown, as we called it, and there she lived for her last years. There they had geese, ducks, cows, cats, anything the children liked who came to visit. She would make pillows from the downy feathers, and she still made beautiful quilts. She would sew tiny pieces of scrap material to make the pattern, (usually a double wedding ring), add the white part of the block was made from salt and sugar and flour sacks. These she would save, wash and lay on the grass until they were bleached. How thrifty she had learned to be! She always saved each little piece of string, tied it onto others and wound it up as a string ball. Remember, as Louella recalls, "Her right thumb looked like a pincushion it was so full of needle holes. She quilted from early morn to late at night, but it doesn't seem that she wore glasses. She wanted each of us to have a patchwork quilt. and I think most of us got one."
The citizens of Monroe knew Fanny Hansen as a willing worker in the church, Daughters of Pioneers, and other organizations. She never ceased her involvement in what we might call the "finer things of life". As Everett recalled about these later years of Grandma's life. "She was always interesting to talk to, she had so many unusual experiences to relate. My wife and Grandma used to enjoy reading poetry together, they both loved it very much. She loved plants and flowers, and always had her window sills full of them. She was always neat and clean and nicely dressed. She must have been very attractive as a girl." Another interest was her appreciation of art and artistic works. Remember the print of Millet's painting, The Gleaners, which hung in her bedroom?
In her later years, this dear lady continued to be cheerful, agreeable, and bright. Through all the hard times, Grandma was always this way, and this seemed to be a trait especially learned by her sons and daughter. She never shirked a task nor shunned hard work. Imagine the labor involved in a bottle of jam, home baked bread, vegetables from the garden canned and preserved, milk from the cow, as well as butter and cheese, etc. How could she do all this while raising six children and quilting and washing clothes for a living? What a wonderful example of industry and thrift.
It was on a wintry day, 10 December, 1939, that her life ended. The large number of her descendants who gathered at the funeral, agreed with all the eulogies, and words of love and praise. As her niece Ina wrote, "She had a gift of making everyone, especially children, feel important and happy. I get a warm, contented feeling when I look at her picture and remember her."
I wish to thank those cousins who wrote to me, and helped so much with their thoughts and rememberings. These inc1ude Ireta H. Barraclough, Louella B. Lee, Montez H. Haslam, Idona H. Christensen, Everett Hansen and Ina H. Tuft. This has been a work of love and pleasant reminiscing for me, and I have enjoyed doing it.
I have one favor to ask: Grandma had a bed of dark red peonies on the north path by her house. There was a tradition here: her Grandmother Sarah Bardell Hunt, learned to love this flower in England, and they were her favorite flower. She always wore small red "piney" as she ca11ed them, and put a design of one in each hooked rug she made. Her descendants place some peonies on her grave each Memorial Day. It would be nice if each of us would plant one this year, and encourage our children to do the same.
In loving memory of our Grandma, Fanny Hansen, A Special Lady
Fannie Moon Hunt was born on 28 Feb 1860 in Alton, Madison, Illinois, United States. She died on 10 Dec 1936 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States from Cerebral Hemorhage. She was buried on 13 Dec 1936 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States.
Fannie married Hans Hansen, son of Niels Hansen and Eva Marie Madsen, on 5 Sep 1877 in St. George, Washington, Utah, United States. Hans was born on 10 Dec 1851 in Vig, Holbaek, Denmark. He died on 25 Jul 1892 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, USA. He was buried in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States.
They had the following children.
|1||M||Amasa Niels Hansen was born on 21 Jun 1878 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States. He died on 9 Oct 1933 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States from Coronary Thrombosis due to Postoperative weakness from herniaomy. He was buried on 13 Oct 1933 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States.|
|Amasa married Minnie Olsen, daughter of Oluf Olsen and Mary Olava Larsen, on 31 May 1899 in Manti, Sanpete, Utah, United States. Minnie was born on 7 Aug 1878 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States. She died on 3 Nov 1958 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States. She was buried on 6 Nov 1958 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, USA.|
|2||M||Hans Hansen was born on 25 Jun 1880 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States. He died on 30 May 1956 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States from Coronary Occlusion. He was buried on 1 Jun 1956 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, USA.|
|Hans married Ada Matilda Johnson on 24 Sep 1902 in Manti temple, Utah, USA. Ada was born on 10 Oct 1880 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, USA. She died on 1 May 1957 in Beaver, Beaver, Utah, USA. She was buried on 4 May 1957 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, USA.|
|3||M||Thomas Ernest Hansen was born on 13 May 1883 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States. He died on 7 Jan 1949 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States from Hemmorage due to cardiovascular disease. He was buried on 11 Jan 1949 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States.|
|Thomas married Lora Jane Farmer on 13 Sep 1905 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, USA. Lora was born on 27 Jul 1884 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, USA. She died on 19 Nov 1963 in Ely, White Pine, Nevada, USA. She was buried on 23 Nov 1963 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, USA.|
|4||F||Annie Eleanore Hansen was born on 28 Dec 1886 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States. She died on 18 Jun 1970 in Annabella, Sevier, Utah, USA. She was buried on 22 Jun 1970 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, USA.|
|Annie married Frederick Ephraim Bohman on 4 Jan 1905 in Manti, Sanpete, Utah, USA. Frederick was born on 21 Nov 1883 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States. He died on 31 Oct 1961 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States. He was buried on 4 Nov 1961 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States.|
|5||M||Wilford Hansen was born on 17 Apr 1889 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States. He died on 26 Oct 1954 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States from Coronary occlusion. He was buried on 30 Oct 1954 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States.|
|Wilford married Nita Joy Collins on 18 Jun 1913 in Manti, Sanpete, Utah, USA. Nita was born on 28 Oct 1890 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States. She died on 19 Nov 1956 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States. She was buried on 24 Nov 1956 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States.|
|6||M||Burns Morris Hansen was born on 18 Apr 1892 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States. He died on 24 Apr 1919 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States from General septicaucus due to injury to back and hand sustained cranking auto - skin broken completely thru. He was buried on 29 Apr 1919 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States.|
|Burns married Mary Vera Swain on 10 Apr 1916 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah. Mary was born on 31 May 1893 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, USA. She died on 6 Oct 1967.|
Fannie also married Jacob Wicklund on 13 Feb 1902 in Manti, Sanpete, Utah. Jacob was born on 16 Oct 1856 in on plains near Devil's Gate, Wyoming, USA. He died on 12 Nov 1913 in Monroe, Sevier, UT.
Fannie also married Nephi Foreman on 17 Mar 1931. Nephi was born on 16 Mar 1859 in Elizabethtown, Bartholomew, Indiana, United States. He died on 3 May 1942 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States from Chronic Mysesdetis with congestive heart failure. He was buried on 7 May 1942 in Monroe, Sevier, Utah, United States.