From The Past 1920 – Cedar Fort

Unnamed Poem

by Fannie Berry In a pretty little village Far away in Utah’s vales nestling close to lofty mountains With there forests, brooks and dale With God’s sunny sky above them Glowing with celestial truth In this peaceful little village Lived a maiden and a youth. In childhood, they played together And as now they’d older grown Each had recognized the spirit They in former childhood had known And their love was pure untainted As the crystal water there BubeUng from the spring above them Flowing through the village fair. Soon those two young lives were blended By God’s servant they were made One, in holy bonds of wedlock God’s eternal plan to aid Ten years she was our president Then was called upon to take StiU a broader field of action And to labor in the stake Those with whom she labors love her For her great heart and good cheer To this place, she’s been a mother And we’ll hold her memory dear. He has labored in his quorum With humility and prayer And in union and devotion He has sought to do his share And their children grown around them Friends and comrades dear will leave We are both to lose our neighbors Your departing now we grieve. But we hope that when you leave us Our great loss will be your gain If the change will make you happier Surely we should not complain. And the dear old white-haired father In that village far away Praised God that his son had accomplished That for which he’d went away. Soon to this devoted family Came another mission call To build up the stakes of Zion In a far off land, that’s all But oh, the steady courage That this mission would entail Dauntless faith and courage only Were the traits that would prevail. Twelve long years they now have labored In this far off land of ours And altho here they’ve been happy Yet their path was not aU flowers He was chosen in the bishopric She ReUef Society work And the years they’ve labored with us Neither one was known to shirk. But though God had called their loved one Took him back to dwell on high They acknowledge still his goodness And unto him did draw nigh Soon they turned their footsteps homeward Back again to Bear Lake’s shore There they labored in His kingdom Just as zealous as of yore. Thence he went to fill a mission The true gospel went to preach Unto aU who hearkened to it He the words of God would teach While his dear wife toiled and labored Nobly did she do her part And performed as great a mission As did he who claimed her heart. Proud and happy to that couple Was the ne’re forgotten day When to those he loved so dearly He at last had come to stay. Not in this life and this only Will they keep that sacred vow But through all the future ages Will be one, as they are now. Soon they left their native village Went their life work to perform To a new unsettled country Buffeted by winds and storm Pioneers to Bear Lake valley All the hardships they went through Of the rugged life and labors All thos sturdy settlers knew. Children came to bless their household Came to share their home and love And for them they gladly labored And gave thanks to God above. Then once more they sought a new home In the broad Snake River land Where again they bravely labored Here they felt deaths heavy hand.

Cedar Fort

By Fannie Berry, about 1920 cedar fort was a little town was built close by a hill and it was sitting on a slope just above was a mill The streets were sloping to the field a jolly place for costing down when winter came with snow and there were lots of boys and girls we’d see them every day down by the swings and whirlygigs a lovely play to play Sometimes they sit upon the ground when tired of the swing each one tell a story or maby all would sing and when the moon was round and big almost as light as day they’d mn and play at hide go seek or pomp pomp pool away sometimes they clime upon the hill There there are plenty berries and maybe clime all thru the mill or hike across the prairies. above the town there is a spring a bailing you would think and running down a mossy crick for use and cows to drink Every family has an orchard with peaches clings and breaks and every kind of plumbs and apples a wheigh down the trees Picking tubs and tubs of peaches and piles of apples too they always have a jolly crowd to help the work put through they take their knives and gather round Each one of them would try to see which one could pear the most and spread them out to dry They never heard of car riding or the whistle of a train men would hook their oxen up to hall their wood and grain But those slow times are gone and past over sixty years ago and now we’r flying mighty fast and talking with a radio when looking back on years ago compare them with today wich is the best I do not know and so I cannot say.