Herbert B. FARNWORTH-12474 was born on 16 Dec 1873 in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah. He died on 10 Aug 1953 in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah. He was buried in Mount Pleasant City Cemetery, Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah. Herbert married Rosie LAKE-12475 on 13 Sep 1894 in Manti, Sanpete, Utah.
CENSUS: 1920 United States Federal Census
Name: Herbert Farnworth
Home in 1920: Ora, Fremont, Idaho
Age: 46 years
Estimated Birth Year: abt 1874
Relation to Head of House: Head
Spouse's Name: Rosa
Father's Birth Place: France
Mother's Birth Place: England
Marital Status: Married
Home owned: Own
Able to read: Yes
Able to Write: Yes
Household Members: Name Age
Herbert Farnworth 46
Rosa Farnworth 42
Byron Farnworth 22
Vienna Farnworth 17
Birtus Farnworth 14
Ardell Farnworth 9
Edna Farnworth 4 2/12
Rose Farnworth 2 6/12
Source Citation: Year: 1920;Census Place: Ora, Fremont, Idaho; Roll: T625_291; Page: 6B; Enumeration District: 159; Image: 324
MEDIA: A1607 - Herbert Farnworth in 1913 when he was living in Ashton, Idaho - FAG Memorial# 140741
A8673 - Herbert B. Farnsworth h/o Rosie Lake f/o Eva Ardell Farnworth Aday - on his horse - Familysearch.org
BIOGRAPHY: Memories of my Great Grandpa Farnworth
When I was a little girl, Grandpa lived on a farm in Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah. He had at least one cow, some pigs, and some chickens. I do not remember if he had a horse or not, but I don't think he did. It seemed to take a very long time to get to Grandpa's house from Salt Lake City where we lived when I was a child. The house we went to when I was a child was the same house that Grandma Lindon lived in when I lived in Mt. Pleasant, was married and had two children. The farm was gone by then, but the house was the same, just like I remembered it, and in the same place. One of the things I remember most about the house was the stairs to the bedrooms upstairs. They were very narrow and steep. As a little girl, it was very hard to climb them and there was no light to see the steps. It was scary to have to go up and down them. In the kitchen was a very large coal burning stove. Sometimes I got to go with someone bigger than me to help bring in the bucket full of coal. I remember thinking how grown up I was because who ever I was with to get the coal would let me put my hand on the handle of the bucket and walk with them to bring in the coal. My grandpa would entertain us by playing the banjo, or the harmonica for us. One of the best and most fun things we did as kids when we went to visit grandpa was to go to the elementary school and play on the fire escape. The fire escape was a circular slippery slide that went from the third floor of the school to the ground. The landing on the 3rd floor would hold about 8 to 10 of us and so we would all hold on to the side of the fire escape and climb up to the third floor. We waited on the landing until everyone was up to the top, and then we would slide down going around and around one at a time until we were all down, and then we would climb up again. By the time my husband and I had moved to Mt. Pleasant, that school was long gone and a new one had been built that my two boys attended while we lived there. Sometimes, we would have a family reunion in Mt Pleasant, on of Grandpa's brothers had an apple orchard just outside of town and we would all do there. - Familysearch.org (sorry do not know who wrote it.)
The Life Story of Herbert B. Farnsworth
Herbert was born Dec. 16, 1873 to Susannah Coates and George Farnworth, in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah. Susannah Coates was born in Chesterfield, England Dec 10, 1836. Her father, Joseph Coates, born Oct. 1813 in England, her mother, Ann Dutton born 24 Feb 1817. George Farnworth was born in Landerton, Lanorde, France, 14 Jan 1818. His father, Joseph, born in England. His mother, Margaret McBride was born in Scotland. Herbert, grew up in Mt. Pleasant in a house on State Street which is still standing today. He had many pleasant hours there and many friends which he held dear. Herbert was very sick when he was a child, twice he wasn't expected to live. Once when he had measles the Elders administered to him, and the prayers and faith of the Elders and his parents, and himself, and the power of God and His mercy he was healed. The second time was when he got Typhoid Fever. He had it for four weeks and was about to pass away. He was crying. His mother came in and saw him crying and she cried too. He said, "Mother, if you won't cry, I won't cry." So they both quit. The elders were sent for and he was administered to and thanks to the Priesthood and the knowledge of the Gospel, by faith he was healed. In his Patriarchial Blessing, he was told that the Lord and protected him both seen and unseen, which he believed very true and which was shone to him in his later life. He was warned many times by the Holy Ghost, and when he heeded its promptings,he was protected.
The rest of the history will be in his own words.
When but a young man, my friends and I used to go hunting deer in the Fall, in what is known as the West Mountains. One Sunday night as we were all together, we decided to get up early the next morning and go after wood and hunt for deer for a few days. When morning came, something seemed to be weighing on my mind. I just couldn't get up, though I was not sleepy nor sick, but so depressed in spirit; so it was 8 o'clock when I got out of bed. And even after hat it seemed impossible for me to do my chores or eat any breakfast. I just lingered around the outside of the house looking for something, but what? I knew not. Then about 9 o'clock am. one of the boys that was to go with me, came on horseback, instead of bringing his wagon, and when he rode up to me, he said, "Are you going?" I said, "Pete, I don't feel like we ought to go today." He said, "That is the way I feel too." So I said, "Jump on your horse and tell Arthur not to come today." He got on his horse and started up the street to stop by my cousin, but when he go about two blocks, he met Arthur coming. He, too, had a queer feeling, but thinking we would be waiting for him, finally managed to get ready and came. The two of them came to see me, and we talked things over and I refused to go that day, but told them I would come the next day. But Mother not knowing my feelings said, "Why don't you go, we need the wood so bad." I said no more and told the boys I would be ready when they came. I harnessed my horses, but my bridles were over to my brother's place. I went after my bridles and said goodby to my sister-in-law, and told her that I may never see her again. She asked why and I said, "That is just the way I feel" She said, "If that is the way you feel, don't go." But, I said, "It seems like everyone is wanting me to go, so I guess I will go." I then went home and hitched up my team, drove up to the house and went in after my food to take with me. As I came through the dining room, my Mother was there. I said, "Goodby, Mother, you may never see me alive again." She said, "If you feel like that, don't go." But I said, "It's too late now, I have told the boys I would go." I then went out of the house and was just getting on the wagon when my Father came around the corner of the house, and he said, "Where are you going?" I said to get some wood and hunt deer. He made up an expression which has stayed with me all my life. It was, "Your saving at the tap and letting out at the bung." I said, "What do you mean?" Then came the most welcome words I have ever heard, for he said, "We need the wood alright, but the cattle are eating the hay on the ranch." Imagine my joy if you can, when those words came to my ears, then I had an excuse to no go with the boys that day. But Oh, how sorrowful it was at 7 o'clock that eveing when my brother Brigham, came and said that Peter was shot accidentally through the wrist and the chest. The bullet lodged in his back. It was a 45-70 lead ball and he only lived two days. On Tuesday, I went to see him, he raised his arm up that was shot off at the wrist and said, "Herb, I can stand to loose my hand if I can only live, maybe if you went, you would have got the same thing." He was buried Friday, but his words still ring in my ears, for we were the best of chums. Once when I was a but a little boy, I went to the corral to watch my sister, Rose, milk the cow. The cow was so gentle. I went and stood by the side of Rose while she was milking. I asked her if she thought the cow would care if I crawled under her belly. Rose said "no", so I tried it. The cow jumped, struck me on the side of the head, Knocked me out and then bunted me right out of the corral. I was unconscious for a while, then all right again. Don't try the same trick! I didn't anymore
My brother, Joseph , had a black horse he called Frank. He was a very gentle horse. I was stroking his nose out in the orchard. He was loose out there, so I thought I was a man when I could stroke his nose, but Frank didn't seem to think so, for he bit me in the top of the head, knocked me cold, left two teeth marks on my head and walked away. The folks found me lying on the ground, carried me in the house and soon I came too and was alright again. The first horse I ever bought was a little pinto. He weighed 610 lbs when fat. My brother Maroni, traded for him, then brought him home and sold him to me for blacking his boots and shoes all winter. ( A cheap horse and a good one}. One time he and a blue mare went to the blue mare's range. He only got to Indianola. There he got in a band of horses belonging to some Indiana. They claimed him when I went after him. I met an Indian named Piggy and asked him if he had seen any stray horses. He said, "Yes, yes, me no see um one blue mare and one little pinto horse last Friday, me no see them go right around there up in the hills. Little pony there now, blue mare went on. I went to the place he said and as I reached it, the band of horses was coming for water and my pinto was there. I drove them into the corral to catch my pony. Then an Indian squaw came and asked what I wanted. I told her I wanted my pinto pony. She said "That is my horse". I said, "Is he?" She said, "Yes" Then I spoke to the pinto and said, "Come here, Rock." He raised his head. I said, "Come now". He ran over to me and put his head on my shoulder and stood there. I put a halter on him and said, "Whose horse now?" She said, "Your horse. You pay me for feeding him." I said, "You pay me for riding him". I saddled him up and rode him home. I remember one time when I was about 16. I was herding sheep at the mouth of A. K. l. Canyon, Utah. In the middle of the night something scared the sheep and they started up the canyon as fast as they could run. I jumped out of bed and ran after them, Not stopping to get my shoes on. I got ahead of them and drove them back to the bed ground again, but they got scared and started along he foot of the hill which was very rough and rocky. I ran ahead to head them, but I had to run about 3/4 of a mile before I got ahead of them. Just got them turned back and then stepped in a big prickley pear bunch. I sat down and pulled al the prickley pears I could find out of my foot: then started to drive the sheep back to camp. But was unable to walk on account of my feet, they were cut and bleeding and so sore: I had to crawl to camp on hands and knees, or let the sheep take their own course and me go down in the flat out of the rocks. I called my cousin who was herding with me and told him to drive the sheep, for I couldn't walk in the rocks. After that, I always stopped and put my shoes on before running after the sheep. September 11, 1894, I was married in the Manti Temple to the girl I loved above all other girls in the world and that love has never grown cold or weakened one bit. thanks to my Maker; and I hope that it never will. For we were married for time and all eternity, and that is as long as I want our love to last. Her name was Rosie Lake. She was born on my birthday in Mt Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah on the 16th of Dec. 1875. We lived in Mt. Pleasant until the spring of 1897 when we traded our home there for some land on the Sevier River, west and north of Gunnison in what was known as Dover.We had a hard row to hoe there due to mosquitos and alcali, we sure had a hard fight for about four years. There were times for three months at a time, we could not get cash enough to buy stamps to write to our folks, but we lived and are still living this Jan 27th 1939. Our first baby only lived 15 minutes, long enough to get the name of Herbert, born 23 Aug. 1895, premature birth. Then Sep. 7. 1896, Vernon was born. He is still living and has a large family of his own. William Byron was born 7 Mar 1898, then Vienna born 20 Nov 1901. All born in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah. Then Birtus Orral, born 7 Jul 1905: Eva Ardell born 1 Jun.1910, Edna Ellen, born 3 Nov 1915 and Rosa born 7 Jul 1917. All born in Idaho. Rosa was born 7 Jul 1917, Sept 7 hours, had 7 dresses sent to her, and was the 7th living child, also born 7th hour of the day, 7 time 7 equals 49. I have had my prayers answered many times. When only a small boy, my cousin Levi Coates and I were in the Mt Pleasant hay field looking for some cows: we had gone a long way around and it was getting late, so after we found we couldn't get the horse to go in the water, I said, Let"s get off and pray." He said he didn't know how to pray, but he would knell down with me while I prayed. We did, So I asked the Lord to make the horses go through the water so we could go home. As soon as I was through, we got on the horses again, rode up to the water's edge, said, "Gid Up"and kicked her with our heels: She walked right through the water as though there was not any water there and we got home in a fair time. One time while in the timber after wood, I had to cut a tree to get my sleigh through that way. The wind was blowing, and when the tree fell, the wind caught it, blowing it the wrong way. It was falling right toward my horse and would have killed him for it was about 60 feet high and 12 inches in diameter and green. I prayed at once for the Lord to change it's course which he did. The tree fell many feet away from my horse. Many times when my children have been sick, I have prayed for them. and they have been relived at once. Ardell would scream with the nervous headache. I would lay my hands upon her head and offer a silent prayer. Immediately, she would be eased and stop crying, for God heard my prayer and answered it. I was a user of tobacco: my desire was to quit, but, I had used it so long it seemed I couldn't let it alone. I had such confidence and love for the Saints at Sparks, Nevada, that I wrote President Furgeson of Sparks and told him to ask the Saints to pray for me. I have never seen any of them, yet still I believe they did pray for me in Jul 1926, I feel that their prayers were answered, for I just forgot to make any more smokes. I have not used any tobacco since that time, thanks to all concerned; for I have been a healthier, better and stronger man ever since and would advise anyone who uses tobacco to stop before it is too late. Knowing that God hears and answers prayers has been the most consolation to me through all my life. Thanks for my Mother's teachings. She always said "If you are called upon to talk in church, if all you can do is say "Amen" do that and it will help you to say more the next time. I have proven that to be true. The Lord will help us if we will try to help ourselves. He said, "Seek first the kingdom of God and all else will be added unto us." I know the nearer I live to the Gospel, the better time I have.
The Death of my Wife
Sept. 7, 1946 my wife took sick. She had heart trouble or her heart was weak, so we had to give her heart medicine all the time from then on until she passed away. She suffered so much. So hard to get her breath. The doctors, for I had two of them, said her liver had shrunk up so it could not take care of the water and sluffed it off into the abdomen and would not pass off, but kept filling up, until she was so full the skin was stretched so tight it hurt her. Then when it filled up to her heart and lungs, she had no chance, and at 11:35 p.m. on the 7 Nov. 1946, she passed away without a struggle. I am alone tonight and I am sure lonely. The children had to go back home to see to their own. Vern and Ada left this morning. There is one consolation. Rosie lived a good life and we loved each other and was true to each other too. Thank God for that. I hope I can be just as true and clean the rest of my life, so I will meet her in the world to come and go on progressing. She loved her children her children too, with a Mother's love and taught them to be clean and pure and to serve the Lord at all times. May we all live up to the standards she set for us, I humbly pray, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Redeemer, Amen..
Oh God, Make it possible here in this world to draw all my children to me, so when we have finished our life on this earth, we may all be united with thee
Oh, help me I pray Thee to lead them right and Help them to see the right way: Make it plain to them, Father in Heaven, Please do, And exalt all of us Lord, I pray Amen
My Second Marriage
On May 5th, 1948. I was married to Lyndon B Freston in Salt Lake Court house. Then on the 18th of June, we were married in the Salt Lake Temple. We are very happy at this time and hope we will always be happy; We are living in Mount Pleasant at 222 So 2nd East. I have known Lyndon for some years and Rosie thought a lot of her too. May God bless Lyndon for living a clean life, and may we both always keep ourselves clean and unspotted from the sins of the world, that when we have finished our work here on this earth we may be united in the world to come, with Rosie, and there go on as a family with my two wives and all our children.
Herbert Farnworth passed away 5 Aug 1953, in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah. Was buried 10 of Aug 1953 in Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah He died of lung cancer
Herbert was baptised 17 Dec 1881 at Levi Reynolds Mill in Mount Pleasant by his father, George Farnworth. - Familysearch.org