Margaret was born in 1887. She was the daughter of Nephi Bailey and Annie Mackelprang.
She married Aruthur Homer Anderson in 1919.
Their known children are:
Grant Arthur Anderson (1920-1997)
Annie Loraine Anderson Winger (1921–2011)
Margaret Marie Anderson Mathis (1924-2010)
Jack N Anderson (1926–1940)
Margaret died as the result of injuries sustained in a car accident in 1941.
Partial Biography By Daughter Loraine
I was her first daughter following by nineteen months after my brother Grant Arthur. Mother was not an extremely young mother being thirty three at the time and was therefore very mature and even natured. I remember nothing but feelings of love and happiness in my early life. Perhaps I remember some events well because of the emotions shown at the time by mother and father who I loved very much.
Mother was a beautiful and talented woman. She played the piano and organ very well and I remember a house filled with music. This was as likely as not a practice for one event or another involving church, community or school and the other musically inclined in our small Utah town of Monticello. Or it could have been just her playing for pleasure after we had been kissed goodnight and tucked into bed.
The piano in my own home was her father's gift to her for her sixteenth birthday. It had been brought by horse-drawn freight wagon from the railroad at Thompsons Springs the 70 or 80 miles to Monticello. It is a very lovely instrument with an upright Concert Grande harp. How well I remember my task of dusting it each Saturday. I wasn't so fond of it then.
The home of my youth was very modest- but comfortable. It contained two rooms and was situated on one end of my Grandfather's lot. It was heated by a large cast-iron cook stove in the kitchen and a pot-bellied Franklin Heater in the room which served as both living and bedroom. Father would haul wood from the nearby hills each summer and fall to satisfy their voracious appetites. Mother never did have a cook stove except of this variety, but we did eventually own a beautiful Heatrola for the living room in the larger home we purchased from Uncle Jude and Aunt Ruth Bailey when they moved to California to seek their fortune. I don't remember when this happened, but it must have been about 1923 or 24.
The family home where we spent most of our childhood and where our family grew from two children to four with the addition of Margaret Marie in 1924 and Jack N. in 1926 was three blocks East of our first home. I do remember we were there when Grandfather Bailey died in July of 1925. My cousin, Keith came tearing around the house as Mother was trying to put us down for a nap. I remember we were sleeping on the back porch where we had escaped for the hot summer nights. Later in life that back porch became an added room to be combined with our old kitchen for Grandmother to use when she came to live with us. Dad added on a new kitchen to the North for Mother at that time and also converted a portion of our front porch into a new bedroom for Margaret and I. This new kitchen had cabinets "clear to the ceiling" and a sink with water on a countertop. This was years later-- about 1936. There was still only an icebox on the East porch for refrigeration. But we had ICE, a luxury most folks had to buy thanks to some more of Dad's industry and the big icehouse out back in the clump of oak trees growing on part of our property. That was also the year of the "inside bathroom and shower"-- very archaic by today's standards. But after years of the "little house outback" it was a real luxury!
Our floors were never covered by carpet--linoleum was used everywhere. Mother had her first sofa when I started to date at about 15 or 16. It proved to be small comfort in the cold Monticello winters being too far from the Heatrola in the Front Room or the fireplace in the dining room. We would still pull up straight chairs to be nearer to our source of comfort after coming in from the weather.
Another vivid memory was the year of my first grade which I spent in a little one-room school which held 18 students who were in first through eighth grades and one teacher. This was in a coal-mining community just out of Price called Sweets and there were three girls in the first grade—myself, a little red-head named Carolin and a little Japanese girl named Hotta. We lived that winter in a tenthouse with a wooden floor. I loved school here and tried to learn everything the older children were being taught as well as my lessons.
That winter was a memorable Christmas. I had never seen such a wonder as coming over the hill from the South of Price and seeing their main street lighted up for the holidays. Never had I beheld or even dreamed of such a sight. We were taken to the J.C. Penney Store where we could select the gift we wanted the most from Santa. My sister and I chose dolls. How wonderful it was to see that Santa had known the exact one we wanted when Christmas morning came. It was even more wonderful because we had found an apartment in Price and had just moved and he found us there. Our family had now grown by the addition of a sister, Margaret and soon to be followed by a second brother, Jack N.
The next years were happy carefree ones for us as children. With a move back to our home in Monticello, we were surrounded by loving parents and grandparents, uncles and aunts and a bevy of cousins besides neighbors who really were all of this small community which boasted a top population of 500 people.
Happy for us, but hard for our parents. The great depression had come, crops failed. Crop failures and drought resulted in their loss. Dad was able to salvage only our little home as all his savings were lost in the bank failures. But he had a strong work ethic and a good strong team of horses, a couple of riding horses, some pigs and a flock of chickens, a milk cow and room for pasture and a garden. Each year he would travel over the intermountain states shearing sheep wherever he could find work. He took any odd jobs building bridges, houses barns and even little outhouses in the back under a government work project.
We would have to shoulder the work at home whenever Dad was away. I remember weeding garden, milking cows, making soap, feed chickens, taking cows to pasture on my horse, named Cricket who was coal black. When it was haying time I preferred riding the derrick horse to helping in the house. A special memory was the unloading of the sacks of our last wheat crop from the farm into the granary. We were allowed to be inside as men would dump the golden treasure. And it was great fun to feel the grain build up around us and then to slide down the resulting hill. It was a most wonderful mountain and not cold at all. Poor, but not feeling it-- everyone was in the same situation.
I remember my Grandmother Bailey especially well. How I loved to be with her and in her home. She was a great part of my life until I left home at the beginning of the World War. Many skills I have learned from her. I remember Grandfather Bailey too, but was young when he died--under five. I do remember his curly black hair and his beard and his beautiful tenor voice. We felt so loved by both of them. Mother was their only daughter and had married late so we got a lot of attention from them.
Monticello Resident Meets with Fatal Accident
The many friends of Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Anderson were shocked last week-end to learn of the accident that befell them and their daughter, Mrs. Loraine Winger, as they were enroute to Odgen on Friday afternoon.
Mr. Anderson was driving their pickup and a few miles north of Castlegate he met two cars coming down the steep and treacherous Price Canyon road and taking more than their share of the road. In trying to avoid being struck he was forced to the edge of the road and in trying to regain his position the vehicle skidded. Making a sudden turn to the left and then to the right it came to a stop for just a second on the edge of the road only to start rolling down the steep embankment to the canyon bed below.
During these perilous moments Mrs. Anderson unfastened the door on the side she and her daughter were sitting, in an effort to jump out. They either jumped or were thrown out, although Mr. Anderson remained behind the wheel until the car came to a stop some hundred or more feet below.
The family were hurried tot he Price hospital where it was found that Mrs. Anderson was so severely injuried she could not survive. She died several hours later.
Mrs. Winger received a bad cut over her eye, and bruises, and Mr. Anderson suffered only minor cuts and bruises. He was able to return to Monitcello on Saturday night with his wife's body, but Mrs. Winger was retained at the hospital until Monday.
An account of the funeral services which were held in the LDS Chapel on Monday afternoon follows, written by our correspondent, Mrs. H. E. Blake:
Monticello Resident
Continued from Page One with the following program:
"Grieve Not My Heart," by a sextette composed of Mesdames Clarence Black, Edith Redd, D. B. Perkins, Myrtle Dalton, Nettie Redd and Bethel Allred; invocation, D. B. Perkins; J. B. Harris of Blanding was the first speaker, followed by C. E. Walton, who paid a loving tribute to the early girlhood and later life of the deceased. Mrs. Ruth Bailed and son Loile sand "O My Father," accompanied by Thomas Evans on the violin and Maxine Frost at the piano. Charles Redd spoke of the personal loss to everyone in the church in the death of Mrs. Anderson. Miss Alta Redd read two poetic compositions by the deceased. Thomas Evans rendered a beautiful violin solo. Mrs. H. Lloyd Hansen spoke feelingly of her association with Mrs. Anderson. Loile Bailey sang "In My Father's House" very beautifully.
Bishop Redd paid tribute to Mrs. Anderson's helpfulness in all church activities especially among the young people.
The sextette sand "Some Time We'll Understand." Karl Baron offered the benediction.
There has seldom been as largely attended a funeral in Monticello.
Besides the bereaved husband she leaves to mourn her passing an aged mother, three children, eight brothers, an adopted sister, and a host of other relatives and friends.
The writer has not been able to learn the names of all friends and relatives coming from a distance to attend Mrs. Anderson's funeral but among them were a brother and sister and two close friends of Mr. Anderson, and two brothers of Mrs. Anderson, accompanied by their wives.
Mrs. Anderson was borin in Bluff on August 19, 1887. She was the daughter of Nephi Bailey and Annie Mackelprang, who brought their infant daughter to Monticello two years later, where she lived during the remainder of her life.
She was married to Arthur Anderson on September 17, 1919. Her husband and three children survive: a son, Grant, Mrs. Loraine Winger and another daughter, Margaret. It will be recalled that a son of Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, Jack, met with a fatal accident on Decoration Day of last year when he drowned.
United States Census, 1900
United States Census, 1910
Marriage to Arthur Homer Anderson, 1919
United States Census, 1930
LDS Church Census, 1935
United States Census, 1940
LDS Church Census, 1940
Death of son, Jack, 1940
Death, 1941
Burial, 1941
Death of son, Grant Arthur, 1997
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