Mary Beatrice Dastrup

 

 

Beatrice Dastrup Black

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mary Beatrice Dastrup, born 14 May 1902 in Sigurd, Sevier, Utah, United States; died 20 Nov 1984 in Provo, Utah, Utah, United States; buried 24 Nov 1984 in Richfield, Sevier, Utah, United States, daughter of John Dastrup and Minnie Snow.  She married Cyril Christian Anderson on 6 Aug 1920 in Sigurd, Sevier, Utah, United States, divorced Cyril Christian Anderson.  Married Reuben Edward Black on 27 Sep 1924 in Junction, Piute, Utah, United States. Reuben Edward Black was born 25 Mar 1901 in Lehi, Maricopa, Arizona, United States. Divorced 15 Mar 1948. Died 9 Jan 1981 in American Fork, Utah, Utah, United States; buried 13 Jan 1981 in American Fork, Utah, Utah, United States, son of Nephi James Black and Phoebe Lorraine Harrop.

Children of Mary Beatrice Dastrup and Cyril Christian Anderson were as follows:

1.Maurine Anderson, born 29 Dec 1920 in Sigurd, Sevier, Utah, United States; died 18 Feb 1993 in Tempe, Maricopa, Arizona, United States; buried 22 Feb 1993 in Las Vegas, Clark, Nevada, United States.  She married and divorced Wayne Nuttal. Married Thomas Odis Amundsen on 3 Mar 1950 in Miles City, Custer, Montana, United States.

 

Children of Mary Beatrice Dastrup and Reuben Edward Black were as follows:

2. Marilyn Black, born 9 Sep 1926 in Sigurd, Sevier, Utah, United States. She married on 22 Mar 1947 Val Vardean Woodward who was born on 26 Jun 1920 in Orangeville, Emery, Utah, United States. He died on 28 Apr 1993 in Provo, Utah, Utah, United State and was buried in the Provo, Utah.

 

1,John Edward Black, born 12 Jan 1931 in Sigurd, Sevier, Utah, United States.  He married on 26 Sep 1952 in Provo, Utah, Utah, United States Marian Faye Jensen, born 22 Aug 1933 in Lakeview, Utah, Utah, United States, daughter of James Christian Jensen and Della Scott Taylor.

 

Memories of Beatrice Dastrup Black by John Black

 Early Years

Mom attended the Sigurd Elementary school, graduated from Richfield High school, and attended Snow College in Ephraim, Utah for one year.

At the age of 13 she was called as organist in the Sigurd, LDS Ward. Later that year she was chosen as a teacher in the same organization. Two years later, in September of 1915, she was called as organist for the ward M.I.A.  In January 1921 she was called as organist for the South Sevier Stake Primary. From 1937 to 1944 she served as Counselor in Primary, Secretary in Primary, President of Primary, Counselor in Y.W.M.I.A, along with various other Organist callings.

When Dad, who worked at the plaster mill, and Mom got married, they purchased 50 acres of the John Dastrup Farm in Sigurd, Sevier county, Utah. This purchase included the original home built by Grandpa for his wife Minnie. The farm was on the south side of Sigurd that was known as “Bishop Town.”  It was called Bishop Town because the first three bishops of the Sigurd, LDS ward lived adjacent to each other in this area. Grandpa John Dastrup was the first Bishop of the Sigurd LDS Ward and served for 26 years. He was followed by his youngest son Harvey Dastrup, mom’s brother. Lamar Dastrup was next, he was the son of Jacob Dastrup, Grandpa Dastrup’s brother

About 40 acres of the property was tillable and the remaining 10 was pasture. There was a flowing well that flooded much of the pasture creating a stream that emptied into the Sevier river. The flowing well was an integral part of our life. Water used for cooking and personal hygiene came from this well. There were no indoor toilet facilities. In the mid 1930’s Dad installed an electric pump that pumped water to the house. He always had a couple milk cows that he milked morning and night provide the family with fresh milk and cheese; leftovers were sold to neighbors. A few head of cattle ranged in the pasture for meat and income. We raised pigs which were butchered and made into bacon, ham, and sausage. The chickens provided us with eggs and wonderful chicken dinners. The tillable land was planted with alfalfa and grain which, after feeding our animals the remainder was sold. We may not of had a lot of extra money, but we were well fed.

We always had a vegetable garden which was just outside the kitchen window. The main crops were carrots, peas, potatoes, corn, and string beans. There was wild rhubarb growing along the side of the irrigation ditch. In addition to the vegetables, there was a fruit orchard just up in the hills from Sigurd. This is where we would go to pick peaches and pears. Grandma Minnie Dastrup grew raspberries and gooseberries, which she shared with us. My favorite time was when we would drive up to Provo, Utah and pick cherries. When it came harvest time it was a sight to behold to see everyone pitch in and prepare the produce for bottling in 1quart jars. At the end of the harvest season all the shelves in the pantry were full.

Mom was a member of the Sigurd ward Relief Society and a member of their book club. She loved to read the books and give reports on them to other members. One of the books I remember members talking about was Les Miserables. It wasn’t the story line that intrigued them, but the correct pronunciation of the title.

Because mother worked out of the house for many years, we children learned to take care of ourselves. Breakfast was generally a General Mills cereal, my preferance being Wheaties. During the week we ate a lot of fruit like peaches, pears, and apples that had been canned for our enjoyment. Weekends, when mom was home, we always had roast meat along with potatoes, gravy, and a vegetable. Water was the standard beverage. Because the garden was just adjacent to the kitchen, we would be awakened by the loud explosion of a shotgun. That sound meant that dad was up and could see a pheasant out the kitchen window. With a double barrel 12-gauge shotgun, it was impossible to miss. Us kids had the privilege of stripping the bird of its feather, remove it entrails and prepare it for cooking. The prepared bird provided us with a nice Sunday dinner. The only problem was when you bit down on a lead shotgun pellet which was rough on the teeth.

With only one doctor serving the entire county in the early 1930’s, mom presided over the medical care for the family. Areas of treatment fell into groups, coughs, sore throats, earaches, and headaches. Coughs and sore throats were treated with Vicks ointment made by a company started in 1905.They produced cough drops and ointment that could be rubbed on a person’s chest and coved with a cloth. Earaches were treated by having the patient get in the prone position and a light bulb hung directly over the ear. The heat from the bulb offered relief. For headaches, there were aspirins.

Maurine, Marilyn, I were all with mom in the early days. All three of us attended the same grade school that mom attended, the Sigurd elementary school in Sigurd, Utah. Maurine and Marilyn went on to graduate from Richfield High School.  I went to Richfield Jr High school for my 7th grade before we moved to Provo.

 

My sister Maurine and two of her friends were inseparable. Marie Warnock, daughter of Irvin and Lexia Dastrup Warnock and Myrle Dastrup, daughter of Leland and Lulu Dastrup. They were called “The Three Graces,” possibly after numerous statues and paintings by many early artists. When they reached their teens, I remember, every Saturday night they would drive down to a dance hall which was located between the bank of the Sevier river and “The big rock candy canyon” mountain resort which is located on Historic Heritage Highway 89, in Sevier County, Utah, 5 miles north of Marysvale, Utah. The music was provided by a small band from the Philippines. They talked a lot about their friends in the band. They were also active in the church.

Marilyn’s best friends were Lola Jensen, Shan Jorgensen, and her 2nd cousin De Reece Dastrup.  If Marilyn wasn’t over to Lola’s house, Lola was at or house. Both their bedroom walls were covered with pictures of movie stars. Every year mom had a big birthday part for Marilyn. I remember all the folks coming down the lane to enjoy the party. I am five years younger than Marilyn, so I was just an observer. Her cousin De Reece was her best friend and was always there if she needed anything.

My best friend, and “brother,” growing up was Mack Dastrup. We were 2nd cousins. John Dastrup was my grandfather and Mack’s grandfather was Jacob Dastrup. We were inseparable and always found together. From the time we were 6 or 7 years old our world consisted of working in the fields, accompanying each other to church and school, swimming together in the Sevier river in the nude, malted milk drinks, movies on the weekends, fun visits with him and Lindford while they milked the cows, and just enjoying one another.

 

 

Black Mercantile Store

In 1938 dad and mom took over the management of the Sigurd Mercantile store. Mom would take care of the store during the weekdays and dad, who kept his job at the plaster mill, would work the evening and weekend shift. Mom did everything necessary to maintain the business during the day, including pumping gas or any other task necessary to keep the business running efficiently. Dad did the same except he had the honor of being the resident meat cutter. I loved to watch him take a side of beef and produce nice cuts that looked great in the refrigerated display counter.

I liked to spend time at the store. My job was to pump gas for customers that needed it. Pumping gas was easy. Mom or Dad would simply tell me how many gallons the customer ordered I would go out and, using a hand lever on the side of the pump, move the gasoline from the storage tank into the visible gallon cylinder at the top of the pump. Once the desired number of gallons were reached a value was opened allowed the gas to be gravity feed through a hose into the customers car.

It was common that customers who stopped for gas before making the trip up the canyon to Fish Lake would inquire where they could get some bait for fishing. When this happened, I would get a call. I would go out to the garden and start digging for worms along the bank of the irrigation ditch. The most difficult thing was to find a container to put them in, but I always managed. I would them run them down to the store. The nice thing was that I could keep the money the customer paid me.

Dad, being part Indian, had some acquaintances who lived up the canyon on the Koosharem Indian Reservation, which was adjacent to Fish Lake resort. It was common that every Saturday a few of them would hitchhike a ride from the reservation down to the store. Because they could not buy drinking alcohol, dad would sell them bottles of vanilla extract. The alcohol content in Vanilla, by law, is 35%. The Indians would go back behind the store and drink all afternoon. When the store closed dad and I would round them up and drive them back to the reservation. I always found it interesting that he knew exactly where each Indian lived and would drop them right on their front door. To me this was like a Saturday night ritual.

Parachute Plant

When World War II broke out, dad and mom left the Mercantile store. Dad left the plaster mill for various defense construction jobs as a heavy equipment operator in various parts of the country and mom took a job as a seamstress at the parachute plant in Manti, Utah. From 1942 to 1944 she would catch a bus for Manti, Utah weekday afternoons to work the swing shift, and return around about 1:00 am the following morning.

The plant was created by the Standard Parachute Company of San Diego in 1942. It was converted into a factory from an old armory. Workers at the plant sewed and packaged parachutes for American soldiers overseas, carefully inspecting each one to ensure its reliability.

Move to Provo, Utah

In 1944, towards the end of World War II, the family moved to Provo, Utah where dad was working building Geneva Steel Plant. We moved into a basement apartment of a house on 150 South 2nd East. As vacancies occurred, we lived in the basement, the upstairs, and ended up living on the main floor. In Provo, mom worked as a cook at Woolworths lunch counter on West main Street. I got a job next door at Lewis Ladies Store where I washed windows, marked ladies clothing, swept floors, and did other odd jobs. I worked days during the summer and nights and weekends during the school year. Marilyn, who had graduated from high school in Richfield before we moved, worked as a receptionist for Dr. Ostler, an optometrist who was originally from Richfield. I completed my eighth and ninth grades at Brigham Young High School, which was under the jurisdiction of Brigham Young University.

The Unsettled Years

In early 1947, mom bought a 50 footlong trailer house that dad and I pulled up to East Helena, Montana. We parked it just behind the home where Maurine and her first husband Wayne Nuttall lived with their two children, Sue Ellen and Barry. Our stay lasted until late summer at which time dad and I pulled the trailer house down to Richfield, Utah and parked it the driveway of Grandpa John and Minnie Dastrup’s home. Not unlike the move to Montana, we were only there a short time when the trailer house was sold and we moved back to Provo, Utah in late 1947 at which time dad and mom got divorced.

Mom purchased a home at 150 South 1st West. The house was comprised of three apartments. She lived on the top floor and rented the apartment at the rear to an CPA and his wife. The front apartment was rented to an Army recruiting Sergeant and his wife.

Desk Clerk at City Center Motel

Mom got a job working as a night clerk at the City Center Motel on the corner of 3rd south and University in Provo, Utah. She worked at the motel until 1958 when she moved to Moses Lake, Washington to work as a cook in a restaurant her son-in-law Tom Amundsen, Maurine’s 2nd husband, had built and were operating.

Amundsen Restaurant, Moses Lake, Washington

Amundsen experience by Sue Ellen Hughes.

Attendant at the Utah Mental Hospital

Mom moved back to Provo, Utah in 1960 and bought a house just south of Brigham Young University. Once she was settled in, she accepted a job as an attendant on the second shift at the Utah State Hospital. The hospital began as the territorial Insane asylum in 1885 at Provo, Utah. From its origin the purpose of the Hospital was to treat the mentally ill and to return them to a normal level of functioning.

One of the most difficult experiences mom ever had was at this hospital. It all happened one night while she was making rounds walking down a dimly lit hallway. As she was walking along, a patient came out of a room and attacked her with a heavy shoe. She was beat until she was nearly unconscious. It was fortunate in the commotion another attendant intervened and may have saved her life. In spirt of this incident, mom always spoke very highly of the patients and her love for them.

Supervisor at Deseret Industries

Deseret Industries is a nonprofit organization that provides work training and rehabilitation opportunities for people referred by a bishop of the LDS Church.

Mom’s job was Supervisor of the Diversified craft department, which consisted of managing approximately 30 handicapped people, blind, retarded, MS in wheelchairs, ex mental patents from the state hospital. In Irvin and Lexia Warnock’s Book of Remembrance mom says, “Somedays I feel I can’t go on any longer and then one of the “children” will put their arms around me and say, “I love you,” and I keep going.

Retirement

When mom was 74 years old, she was told by her personal doctor that it was time for her to retire.

In retirement, mom kept herself busy taking care of her home and a lot, she would say, was much larger than she needed. She said “one of my joys in life is watching things grow. I should have been the boy in the family. I feel I’ve inherited the love of land and growing things from my dear father.”

In retirement she was called as Relief Society Chorister and organist. She loved music and was active in the Singing Mothers where she had the privilege of singing at conferences and other special occasions. She belonged to the “Knowledge Seeker” Literary Federation and served one year as the president of the organization. She was called to do special assignments, all associated with music.

One of my personal memories of mom and her love of music was a small stand that sat just to the side of the lounge chair she used to watch TV. On this stand sat a small cassette player and cassettes. Most of the tapes were recordings of the operatic tenor, Enrico Caruso. She loved to hear him sing.

Mom was fortunate to have Val and Marilyn and dad living close by over the years. Val and Marilyn especially watched over her and were there when she needed some help. Every Thursday Marilyn would pick mom up and they would go to her hair dresser. Her appearance was important to her, especially her hair. They always had her over for Sunday dinners. Although dad married twice since their divorce, he was always available to take care of any electrical, plumping, etc.

The loving end

Experience by JoanE and Steve