John was born in Fairview, Sanpete County, Utah,
July 16, 1865. His mother was Carolina Johnson. In Sweden
the name was Jonsson. John’s father, Archibald
Adamson Anderson, was born in Scotland.
Lucinda was the daughter of Rebecca Ann Sanders and Henry Weeks Sanderson. She
was the youngest of nine girls and four of the five brothers. John had eight
half sisters before a half brother, Thomas Reese, was born. John worked on the
farm daily with his father and had great respect and love for him. There were
ten years between his full brother, James W. and himself. His full sisters were
Mary and Janet.
Lucinda was born in Fairview
August 19, 1872. After their marriage the young couple lived in a small house
in the middle of the block of her parents’ lot until they built their own neat
red brick home on the northwest corner adjoining Lucinda’s parents’ lot. After
about fifteen years John and Lucinda built a lovely home, consisting of nine
rooms (walk-in clothes closets in five bedrooms). The house was of white brick.
It is at this time (1970) one of the best-built houses in Fairview, Because the
young people in Fairview liked to hear our player piano, it was often the
gathering place on Sunday evenings after church for all ages—and home for some
of the relatives.
Lucinda’s health was not good in her younger years when her
children were small. She had great responsibilities when John was away with the
sheep. Much depended on Clifton
as he grew old enough to help. Their first child, a beautiful little girl named
Ora Lucinda, died very suddenly with pneumonia; then came Clifton
and Buena May. We went to the sheep camp with father to spend a few days in
October. The men were working with the sheep some distance away from the wagon
and tent. The children were playing close by. Mother noticed something was
wrong. Soon Clifton
and Calvin began having convulsions. Mother would question them between
convulsions. They said they had found a bottle which they thought contained
sugar, and they ate some of it. The bottle had fallen out of one of the
herder’s pockets. Mother screamed for help, but the men were too far away. Some
time later a man on horseback heard mother’s screams and responded, but it was
too late. Calvin was dead. Clifton
gradually got better. Buena must have been napping. She, at two and half years
of age remembers playing around the sheep wagon with her brothers, John Clifton
and William Calvin, six and four years of age. In due time Eva Allowee was born; later David Lyle; then shortly before we
moved from our red brick home (preparatory to tearing it down) Owen Leslie
arrived—a cute little black-headed boy. We called him our Indian. I think Ethan
was born before we moved into a rented house. Lucinda’s mother was near death,
but before she died she had mother promise that we would move into her house
until ours was completed.
Father, mother, and baby Ethan and Eva went to Salt Lake
to attend Conference. The day they arrived home, Buena came down with the
measles. Ethan, on his one-year birthday, became very sick with the measles. A
new doctor had come to town. When Ethan died, the doctor was told that Lyle had
recovered from diphtheria only a short time before. The doctor immediately went
after antitoxin for diphtheria and gave every one in the house shots. Owen, now
the baby (28 months) got several times the required dosage. Mother and Eva got
more than they should have had. All were bedfast and very ill—eyes swollen
shut—bodies black and blue. Not knowing the new doctor at the time, we soon
learned that he used dope. When he found what he had done he quickly left Fairview, no one knowing
his whereabouts until years later. During Ethan’s illness we had Aunt Delia
Bonnie, a well-known family nurse, with us.
Edwin Max was born January 26, 1909, and for six years we
had our sweet smiling brother with us. He died March 17, 1915. Next our little
sister, Jessie Matilda, was born March 17, 1911. She and Robert Allen were a
joy to our family. Especially mother and father enjoyed them through the years.
It was while father was in Lucern Valley
the first time that he met a lost cousin named Robert Allen. Our Robert Allen
was born July 14, 1915. Father returned and told mother that he would like to
name the boy Robert Allen. Mother already had the name Robert in mind. Before
Bob, Von Archibald came to us—on February 22, 1913. While still a very young
baby he caught whooping cough, and many times we thought that he was gone. He
would choke, turn blue, and before we could bring him to we would have time to
run to the field for father. Father would douse him under the cold water tap and
then under the warm, toss him in the air, roll him on the lawn; by that time
the doctor would arrive.
Mother with the chore boy, would drive the home stock about
two blocks to the creek for water. As Clifton
grew big enough, much was expected of him. Later, father hired regular
sheepherders who went to the west desert in the winter. Clifton, Hyrum, Albert Peterson (perhaps Otto
Peterson) and others, besides father’s regular sheepherders, spent short
periods with the sheep.
Father was a man who put trust in people. Sometimes they
would take advantage of him. Such was the case when father was shown beautiful
pictures of Lucern
Valley. The growth on the
land looked so inviting that father and Clifton
took a trip to Wyoming.
Father thought that he was leaving his sheep in charge of two reliable
herders—one who had worked for years for father. However, on his return home he
discovered that between six and eight hundred sheep were missing. The camp was
situated between Fairview and the mining towns
around Price, Utah.
It would have been an easy matter to sell the sheep and drive them to the
railroad for shipment to eastern cities, or butcher them and sell to the
markets. This was a discouraging experience. Father decided to discontinue the
business in which he had spent most of his life. He sold the sheep that were
left and bought cattle.
Father bought the Birch Springs ranch from Joe Duncan in
what is now called McKinnon,
Wyoming. The cattle were shipped
to the ranch. The first winter proved to be a hard one for the stock. Deep
snow, cold winds, wet weather, and the lack of feed (which was very costly)
proved disastrous to the animals.
home was sold to the station agent, Harry Rasmusson.
Later Mr. Rasmusson moved away from Fairview and sold to Cleon Anderson, a nephew
of mother’s. The dry farm was sold to Albert Madison. Our farm land was sold,
and in early spring of 1921 the family moved from Fairview to McKinnon, leaving many relatives
and life-long friends. John and Lucinda did much, as did their parents and
grandparents before them, in building up the Fairview community. Father served in many
different capacities, business and otherwise, such as city councilman. He was
extremely generous with donations and helped whenever and wherever help was needed.
John was chosen to be a counselor in the McKinnon Ward bishopric, where he
served faithfully with three different bishops for many years. He completed a
stake mission in Lyman and Mountain
View, Wyoming. He
served on the school board and was a member of the irrigation and reservoir company, using men and teams to build and keep
reservoirs and irrigation ditches in repair. He was instrumental in the
erection of the McKinnon Ward chapel, and be was one member who stayed on the
job until he saw its completion and dedication.
Father, mother, and all their children appreciate the
friendship, love, and help given to our family. Our McKinnon friends and those
nearby have been many staunch and true leaders and friends. There have been
times when true friendship has been needed in the John A. Anderson family, and
neighbors and friends have always responded. One such time was when after years
of toil, their house burned to the ground. This was a time when we really
appreciated true and loyal friends. There are also many other instances.
Mrs. Buena A. Tillotson
Salt Lake City,
Anderson, Buena. History of John A Anderson & Lucinda Sanderson. Courtesy of www.mckinnonwyoming.com.