RUSHTON
I am grateful to Koy Miskin for sharing photos of mom and dad Rushotn from early on. I like this early photo of Rich and Armenia I think that this is a perfectly good place to start. My hope and wish is to add their life histories and personal antidotes from their lives
Here is a life story Armenia wrote.
My father's name was William Alvin Tillman, my mother's
Hatty Naomi tollman. He was the son of Joshua Alvin Tolman and Mary Jane
Gorringe Tolman they moved to Oakley, Idaho when my father was two
years old.
I was born in a little log cabin with a drift roof, June 10th, 1908, at 1 p.m.
in Marion, Idaho, Cassia County. Mother said it rained for a week or
two and our Log House Began to leak. They had to place buckets and pans
around to catch the water. It was Gooseberry time and mother picked over
gooseberries all day to get them done. That's why I like gooseberries
so well.
Mother was a
good mother, housekeeper, and cook. She taught us to work, play, go to
church and live the gospel. She was a very powerful woman and she taught
us the same. She never asked us to do anything but what she set the
example first. She had a firm testimony. She raised a big family of 11
children, worked in the church, and help the poor, needy, and sick. She
was an angel here on Earth. My father worked hard to give us the
necessary things of life. He knew the scriptures and could explain them
very well. He gave me a whipping one time that taught me to obey. I have
never forgotten it.
As I
look back on my childhood I think of the good meals mother used to
cook, good butter she made, head cheese, Delicious Pies, meat cooked
just right and that bread, always some bread and honey when we came home
from school.
The
cleaning we always help to do, put straw under carpets and tacking
carpet down. The old cook-stove kept shining. They're roasted pine nuts
in the fall, I can smell them now. All those Dippers of corn were put
out to dry. I still remember picking gooseberries and taking the stems
off of them, peeling apples and shelling peas.
When
I think of dad I can picture him whistling and humming tunes and
playing his harmonica. He could play many tunes that I especially
remember "The Bear Went Over the Mountain" and "Red River Valley." He
always used to call us early in the morning and tell us to get up and
listen to the birdies sing, or he would say if you dance you have to pay
for the music. We would then crawl out of bed and thin beats, pick
potatoes, herd sheep and cows or many other numerous things I could
mention. What lovely memories of Home ties.
I
was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day
Saints by Robert Smith in the Mary Ann Ward on July 9th, 1916. As a
child I remember my sister Emma and I used to herd sheep and cows out of
alfalfa. Dad had an old slaughterhouse we used to kill and cut and sell
meat. We would cut paper dolls out of Montgomery Ward catalog. We
especially like to the ones with pink dresses on. Our brother Bill would
tear them and we would have to wait until the next catalog came before
we could cut more.
The
worst thing I ever had to do was ten my brother's, who were all younger.
They were mean especially Bill and Alma. I used to worry about coil oil
lamps burning up the house too. Those lamps were something to keep
clean. I had to clean the chimneys many times. I remember spending all
day over that stove, ironing shirts for my brothers etcetera.
When
my fourth brother, Wendell, was born I wouldn't even look at him for
two weeks. I cried and told Mother to take him back and get a sister. I
guess that is why I have always been close to Bernice because she came
to our home next.
We would get up at 5 o'clock a.m.
and turn clothes through the hand washer before going to school. Then
we had to walk two and a half miles to school. The teacher had to rub
our hands as they would be so cold in the winter time.
We
picked up potatoes, and beets etcetera. The last time I send them
before I was married Leola and I charged overalls and straw hats. When
we were through we sent Bernice on a horse to get our money and she lost
it. A lot of hard work for nothing. But I guess hard work never hurt
anyone.
I went to elementary school in a two-room building, for grades in a room. It was the Island School in Cassia County.
Teachers
I remember best were 1. My fifth grade teacher Miss Madison. She had
auburn hair, braided and put around her head. She drill does on
fractions until I thought I'd never forget them. The whole room played
hooky one day after we heard the school bell ring. We decided to buy
some peanuts at the store and go back. We showered her with them. She
made us take the test and we had a party the next day. 2. My 7th grade
teacher was Harrison Barrus. He has taught seminary in District 93 for
many years and now works as a temple officiator in Idaho Falls. 3. My
8th grade teacher was a favorite. She made me feel important. She used
to read Tarzan Adventures 2 us. I took part in a Christmas play where I
got to wear her coat with a fur collar. She was small and I had my full
growth at that time so it just fit me. I was so proud. She married Ben
F. Link, a retired railroad man. They lived in Pocatello. We have kept
in touch all these years.
When
I graduated from 8th grade I had my hair curled and had my first
boughten dress. It was lavender with pink flowers. There were four boys
and two girls, Myrtle Coranny and I. Her and I sang at our graduation,
if you can imagine that.
I
went to high school at Oakley rule hi. When I was a sophomore, mother's
health wasn't good. I had to stay home and help her. Even though it was
hard I went back the next year. Bill and I graduated together in 1928.
I
went to work as a knight operator in the telephone office. I worked for
my board and room. I worked two years, help my family, and managed to
save $85 besides. At that time Bill was on a mission.
I
was fortunate and receiving a scholarship from our stake to go to
Rick's College. I left for Rexburg and September. I had only been there
once before. In the rush and excitement I had forgotten to send word to
my aunt Lucinda that I was coming. Leaving all my things at the hotel
lobby I began walking the streets wondering what to do. I guess I had
walked for about two hours. My prayers must have been answered because I
finally met my aunt and her daughter, Mary.
I
went to church the next day. Monday I registered in school I failed the
English Entrance Test along with most of the students. We had to take
what they called bonehead English. I discovered that I had forgotten
much in two years, however this class refresh my memory greatly.
Many
times I became discouraged, but I managed to struggle through. I
graduated in 1932. I then tried to find work as a teacher but schools
were not demanding teachers at that time. I found a job working for Jack
simplot's wife in Burley for $4 a week and board and room. It was while
I was working here that I got a job teaching in Iona. I came there to
teach in 1935.
I haven't
been working long when I met Rich Rushton. It didn't take long for the
Love Bug to bite us and we were married ion April 11th, 1936 in my home
by Bishop Eugene Pickett.
We
are blessed with five lovely children, 4 girls and one boy. Our oldest
was Dorothy, named after one of riches favorite school teachers, next
was Martha, named after Richie's mother then Jill, Maxine and Richard
James.
On July 27th, 1955
we were privileged to go through the temple and be sealed for Time and
Eternity. It was a wonderful experience for us both and I had waited 19
long years for this privilege. All my brothers and sisters and mother
went through with us. Afterwards we all met at Bernice's home for
dinner. She made a wedding cake for us to add to this wonderful event.
When
Jim was old enough to go to first grade in 1955 I went back to teaching
because of financial problems. I took classes in Pocatello several
Summers and finally earned enough credits to get my b.a. degree.
Graduation was a very special day for me also because all my children
and my brothers and sisters who could attend were there to share this
experience with me. Since I was married I have taught 16 years. My
patriarchal blessing given me when I was just a baby, by my
great-grandfather Brigos promised me I would teach the young. A great
privilege it is. I hope I have planted a few good seeds along the way.
I
retired in May 1972 because the doctor thought it was best for my
health. I have tried to serve our heavenly father throughout my life by
working in the different auxiliaries in the church. I worked as a
secretary of the primary and a beehive teacher in the MIA before I was
married. Since then I have served as a beehive teacher again, not Sunday
school after that. I was a counselor in the primary for five years
under sister Ida Conrad. Then I worked in the MIA again as a cleaner
leader, attendance secretary, speech director, then a beehive teacher
again. Now I am teaching the 9 and 10 year olds in Sunday school.
I
have also served as Relief Society president, counselor, and visiting
teacher. I am now serving as a visiting teacher again. I have been
Secretary of the daughters of the Pioneers for four years, Captain for
four years, vice-captain for years, and now I prepare the lessons each
month for the meeting.
I have served the community by working in the local PTA and in the presidency of the PTA Council and District 93.
Rich
and I have worked hard and plan together and we are so proud of our
children, who are living such good lives. We are proud of our sons in
law, daughter-in-law, and also our grandchildren. Our love goes to all
of them. We cherish them as the best things in our lives I am thankful
everyday of my life for the wonderful blessings that are mine.
I
shall relate some of the faith promoting incidents in my life. When I
was just a small girl I became very ill. My father and Uncle
administered to me and I felt better right away.
One
time when my youngest brother was two years old he got spinal
meningitis. I was quarantined out but my mother told me about him. She
said "I've been in a lot of sickness but never have I seen anyone so
sick." A new doctor had just come to our town and my brother was his
first case. He was five days working on him, he had tapped his spine,
which was generally all that was needed, but his fever did not subside
and he did not improve. The dr. Finally said that he would be back in two hours
and if you wasn't better he would have to tap his spine again. Mother
knew he could not stand anymore so they knelt down and prayed and when
the doctor returned his face was Broken Out In sores and his fever had
left. He soon recovered and has suffered no bad effects from his
moments.
With my
daughter, Dorothy, was six, she had her tonsils out period a few days
after we brought her home from the hospital she started to Hemorrhage
and we could not get hold of the doctor so we called the elders to
administer to her. The bleeding soon stopped and I am sure it was
through her faith and ours that she was healed.
When
our son, Jimmy, was 7 months old he had bronchial pneumonia. He
couldn't nurse anymore and he had never had the bottle so he wouldn't
take his milk that way. What he had to eat was the little bit of milk he
would drink out of a glass. We took him to the hospital on a Saturday
and Sunday night when we left him I felt I could not stand to see him
suffer any longer so I knelt down with my husband in prayer. Our prayers
are certainly answered because when I went into the hospital the next
morning he was much better. It generally takes 3 days for a change to
take place but this was only the second day.
I
would now like to pay a special tribute to my family. When Rich and I
were married it was the happiest moment of my life. I was 28 and he was
32. He has always been a good husband and showed me respect. He has a
great sense of humor and teases me constantly. This of course, has
helped to make our lives more pleasant. Yes, Rich, I love you as much as
any wife can love a husband. You have so many fine qualities that I
wish I had and I'm sure that our children inherited many of them from
you and your back ground. I only hope and pray that someday you might
see the importance of religion in your life, however, I love you just
the same anyway.
When our
first little one was born and placed in my arms I rejoiced. Dorothy was
around faced, brown-eyed, black haired little bundle of joy. She was
the first girl in the rest and family for a long time and they all
thought of her as a little angel Sent From Heaven. She was always a good
clean girl and was a joy to our lives and still is.
Then
there was Martha, a lovely sweet Spirit also. She has brought so much
joy into our home. She seems to have a special talent as a seamstress
and is real Handy as a homemaker. She is a good mother and wife. She
also serves the Lord diligently, radiating as she performs her duties in
the church and in life.
Then
came Jill. Of course, by this time we were anxiously awaiting a boy.
However, we wouldn't trade her sweet spirit for a million boys as she
has brought us joy Untold. She has always been very unselfish and thinks
of the Comforts of others. She seemed to be a peacemaker in the family.
Then
Maxine was a lovely baby. She had a round little face and seem to be a
little darker complected then the other children. Grandpa roast and
shows her name because he had always loved that name. At first your
father was quite disappointed that she was not a boy but she managed to
fill a place in his heart too. She seems to have the humor of her
Father, which is something I hope she will always keep. When she married
and left home so young it took something out of our home that we have
missed so much. She is a very good mother and has developed her talents
so much since she has been married.
All
of our girls are very dear and have filled our hopes and dreams.
Finally, after such a long wait we got our boy, Jimmy, bless him. I hope
you will always respect and honor your father. I'm sure he would lay
down his life for you and any of his children.
We
were so proud of Jimmy when he was old enough to hold the priesthood.
He was active in each Quorum. He also received his duty to God award in
scouting. We were especially happy when he was called on a mission. He
filled and honorable Mission and married a year after he returned.
We are proud of the lives of all our children and the way they try to keep the Commandments of our heavenly father.
I
am thankful for my Heritage and for my husband's fine Pioneer
ancestors. I am grateful to my mother and father for the fine example
they set for me and for their teachings. I am proud to be a member of
the Latter-Day Saint Church and my testimony grow stronger each day of
my life. If anyone has their histories in electronic form I would love a copy. I would also take a printed copy and I will
see that it is included in this web site for all to see and access.
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