Amasa Mason Lyman, Rosannah Reynolds and Children’s Histories
Vern Lyman -1878
Haskin Lyman -1880
Reynolds Lyman -1882
Mary Lyman -1884
Maria Lyman -1886
Francis Marion Lyman -1888
Amasa Lyman-1894
The year 1889 was a memorable one for Amasa and Roseanna Reynolds Lyman and their children. On June 22, 1889 the family arrived in Boulder, Utah and established a homestead in Upper Boulder. For five years they lived in Rabbit Valley in the settlement of Grover north of Boulder Mountain. For two summers they worked for Haws Dairy on the south slope of the mountain. In September of 1888 Amasa and Rosanna found the work at the dairy was not so pressing so one morning he saddled two horses and he and Rosanna rode through the splash of golden aspen against the green background of the mountain.
They jogged along through the foothills, crossing the Boulder Creek and followed deer and cattle trails and entered a long valley that stretched on toward the south. The land was surrounded by white sandstone and shale hills with layers of red soil that was partially overlain with black boulders, thick stands of trees, juniper and pinion and shrubs covered the hills and grew in the valley along with oak, cottonwood, sagebrush and grass.
Amasa and Rosanna ate their lunch in the shade of the evergreen trees beside a clear stream of water. The dark heavy soil of this land held a promise for the future. They decided right then to come back the following spring and homestead the land on each side of the stream. That winter they made preparations for this venture.
In April of 1889 they left Grover in a wagon loaded with supplies pulled by a team of draft horses. It was necessary to chop down trees and remove numerous black boulders so the wagon could move forward. Twelve year old Vern drove the team while Amasa used a pole to work the wheels over the rocks they could not move.
Amasa had talked about his plans to a group of men. Sam Shefield and a man named Myers from Colorado heard about his plans. They joined Amasa and Vern by the mountain side hill corral, traveling in a light wagon loaded with supplies and pulled by a small team. Myers' horse was tied to the rear end of the wagon box. Here they all camped together in a small structure known as the Hanks cabin. By sunup they were on the way making good time until they came to Oak Creek where enormous drifts of snow blocked their way. The men unhooked the teams and loaded their supplies on the work horses, trying the load to the harness and on Myers saddle horse. When the snow melted they would come back for the wagons. Just as they were ready to start out Sam Shefield decided they should take the hand plow. Amasa wanted to leave it with the wagons. As the men started out walking and leading the horses, Sam, a large man, lifted the plow upon his shoulder and carried it to the valley. The men detoured around the snow drifts as they made their way back through the trees to the trail which led to the round-up corral at Pine Springs. The men camped here that night and the next morning there was frost covering the ground and patches of snow among the trees. Sam Shefield and Myers left the bulk of their supplies at the Lyman homestead site then rode west to disappear among the trees.
Amasa and Vern were busy those days looking over the water situation. Mounted on the work horses Amasa and Vern rode and followed Deer Creek through the foothills. While scouting around they discovered an old ditch evidently made many years ago by the Indians, which came around the point of a hill. That day they followed this ditch to the middle of Deer Creek. With additional work, Lymans used this ditch. Amasa and Vern worked all during May on the ditch to carry water over the West Fork of Deer Creek from where they ditched it to their homestead. The next project was clearing trees and brush off the land with a pick and an ax.
The days lengthened and the weather was warm, the snow melted on the mountain. On the fifteenth of June Amasa and Vern rode the team back to where they had left the wagon. They hooked the team to the wagon and went back to Grover for the rest of the family.
That summer the Lymans camped out in the open. They cleared seven acres of ground then planted alfalfa, field corn and vegetables. The corn grew tall but did not ripen.
Willard Brinkerhoff and George Baker rode horses in from Rabbit Valley to take up homesteads on the 21st of October. They camped with Lymans who had not yet started to build a cabin. George Baker, who owned an interest in the round-up corral at Pine Springs, gave Amasa the logs of Ponderosa Pine to build a cabin. Right away Amasa and the boys dragged the logs with a team to the cabin site east of Deer Creek. By December the cabin was complete with a dirt room, lumber floor and door. Amasa had hauled the lumber from a sawmill in Rabbit Valley. Rosanna constructed the fireplace with flagstone and clay. They anxiously watched the sky which was over-cast with heavy clouds. Soon the bright fire warmed the lone cabin as storms moved in and the snow deepened Amasa and Mason hunted deer, rabbits, and pine hens to supplement their diet. Native trout were also plentiful.
In September Roseannah gave birth to twin girls. They were premature and both were still-born. One was born the first of September and the other on the fifth. Amasa and the boys buried the tiny babies side by side under a big pine tree within the boundaries of their homestead. Rosanna, a motherly woman was sick and despondent and many weeks passed before she smiled again.
Lymans had planned to take their family back to Grover in November, but now they decided not to go. Rosanna worried a great deal about the children's education. Amasa, who enjoyed books, spent hours reading aloud to the family from the Holy Bible. He kept a record of all important dates on the flyleaf. He had the children memorize scriptures along with the songs and poems he remembered.
Rosanna skillfully made buckskin gloves and coats for the family and later she found a sale for them. She and the girls had never left the valley since they moved here. Amasa and the boys had been to Rabbit Valley for supplies and in Boulder they visited with Brinkerhoff, Baker, Shefield, and Nicoli Johnson. The Lyman family looked forward to spring when George Baker and Frank Haws would move their families to Boulder.
In October of 1892 the Amasa Lymans decided to move their family to Escalante so the children could attend school. The family had milked a number of cows that summer and Rosanna and the girls had made cheese to help out financially. Amasa and the boys worked a week on the mountain road before they felt the trip could be made safely. Other travelers had made it even though the road was mighty rough. Amasa and the boys decided to take a load of cheese first and then come back for the rest of the family. They left early in the morning with a wagon load of cheese and went over the road from their place through Salelys to the brink of the hill where.
the rest of this is missing – It may have come from the book Beth Lyman had about the settlement of and early settlers of Boulder…Cecile
Vern Lyman -1878
Haskin Lyman -1880
Reynolds Lyman -1882
Mary Lyman -1884
Maria Lyman -1886
Francis Marion Lyman -1888
Amasa Lyman-1894
The year 1889 was a memorable one for Amasa and Roseanna Reynolds Lyman and their children. On June 22, 1889 the family arrived in Boulder, Utah and established a homestead in Upper Boulder. For five years they lived in Rabbit Valley in the settlement of Grover north of Boulder Mountain. For two summers they worked for Haws Dairy on the south slope of the mountain. In September of 1888 Amasa and Rosanna found the work at the dairy was not so pressing so one morning he saddled two horses and he and Rosanna rode through the splash of golden aspen against the green background of the mountain.
They jogged along through the foothills, crossing the Boulder Creek and followed deer and cattle trails and entered a long valley that stretched on toward the south. The land was surrounded by white sandstone and shale hills with layers of red soil that was partially overlain with black boulders, thick stands of trees, juniper and pinion and shrubs covered the hills and grew in the valley along with oak, cottonwood, sagebrush and grass.
Amasa and Rosanna ate their lunch in the shade of the evergreen trees beside a clear stream of water. The dark heavy soil of this land held a promise for the future. They decided right then to come back the following spring and homestead the land on each side of the stream. That winter they made preparations for this venture.
In April of 1889 they left Grover in a wagon loaded with supplies pulled by a team of draft horses. It was necessary to chop down trees and remove numerous black boulders so the wagon could move forward. Twelve year old Vern drove the team while Amasa used a pole to work the wheels over the rocks they could not move.
Amasa had talked about his plans to a group of men. Sam Shefield and a man named Myers from Colorado heard about his plans. They joined Amasa and Vern by the mountain side hill corral, traveling in a light wagon loaded with supplies and pulled by a small team. Myers' horse was tied to the rear end of the wagon box. Here they all camped together in a small structure known as the Hanks cabin. By sunup they were on the way making good time until they came to Oak Creek where enormous drifts of snow blocked their way. The men unhooked the teams and loaded their supplies on the work horses, trying the load to the harness and on Myers saddle horse. When the snow melted they would come back for the wagons. Just as they were ready to start out Sam Shefield decided they should take the hand plow. Amasa wanted to leave it with the wagons. As the men started out walking and leading the horses, Sam, a large man, lifted the plow upon his shoulder and carried it to the valley. The men detoured around the snow drifts as they made their way back through the trees to the trail which led to the round-up corral at Pine Springs. The men camped here that night and the next morning there was frost covering the ground and patches of snow among the trees. Sam Shefield and Myers left the bulk of their supplies at the Lyman homestead site then rode west to disappear among the trees.
Amasa and Vern were busy those days looking over the water situation. Mounted on the work horses Amasa and Vern rode and followed Deer Creek through the foothills. While scouting around they discovered an old ditch evidently made many years ago by the Indians, which came around the point of a hill. That day they followed this ditch to the middle of Deer Creek. With additional work, Lymans used this ditch. Amasa and Vern worked all during May on the ditch to carry water over the West Fork of Deer Creek from where they ditched it to their homestead. The next project was clearing trees and brush off the land with a pick and an ax.
The days lengthened and the weather was warm, the snow melted on the mountain. On the fifteenth of June Amasa and Vern rode the team back to where they had left the wagon. They hooked the team to the wagon and went back to Grover for the rest of the family.
That summer the Lymans camped out in the open. They cleared seven acres of ground then planted alfalfa, field corn and vegetables. The corn grew tall but did not ripen.
Willard Brinkerhoff and George Baker rode horses in from Rabbit Valley to take up homesteads on the 21st of October. They camped with Lymans who had not yet started to build a cabin. George Baker, who owned an interest in the round-up corral at Pine Springs, gave Amasa the logs of Ponderosa Pine to build a cabin. Right away Amasa and the boys dragged the logs with a team to the cabin site east of Deer Creek. By December the cabin was complete with a dirt room, lumber floor and door. Amasa had hauled the lumber from a sawmill in Rabbit Valley. Rosanna constructed the fireplace with flagstone and clay. They anxiously watched the sky which was over-cast with heavy clouds. Soon the bright fire warmed the lone cabin as storms moved in and the snow deepened Amasa and Mason hunted deer, rabbits, and pine hens to supplement their diet. Native trout were also plentiful.
In September Roseannah gave birth to twin girls. They were premature and both were still-born. One was born the first of September and the other on the fifth. Amasa and the boys buried the tiny babies side by side under a big pine tree within the boundaries of their homestead. Rosanna, a motherly woman was sick and despondent and many weeks passed before she smiled again.
Lymans had planned to take their family back to Grover in November, but now they decided not to go. Rosanna worried a great deal about the children's education. Amasa, who enjoyed books, spent hours reading aloud to the family from the Holy Bible. He kept a record of all important dates on the flyleaf. He had the children memorize scriptures along with the songs and poems he remembered.
Rosanna skillfully made buckskin gloves and coats for the family and later she found a sale for them. She and the girls had never left the valley since they moved here. Amasa and the boys had been to Rabbit Valley for supplies and in Boulder they visited with Brinkerhoff, Baker, Shefield, and Nicoli Johnson. The Lyman family looked forward to spring when George Baker and Frank Haws would move their families to Boulder.
In October of 1892 the Amasa Lymans decided to move their family to Escalante so the children could attend school. The family had milked a number of cows that summer and Rosanna and the girls had made cheese to help out financially. Amasa and the boys worked a week on the mountain road before they felt the trip could be made safely. Other travelers had made it even though the road was mighty rough. Amasa and the boys decided to take a load of cheese first and then come back for the rest of the family. They left early in the morning with a wagon load of cheese and went over the road from their place through Salelys to the brink of the hill where.
the rest of this is missing – It may have come from the book Beth Lyman had about the settlement of and early settlers of Boulder…Cecile
RAY LYMAN
Grandchild 1: I'm sure you know the story that the Elder Dr. Russell Nielsen has told many times about the heart operation he reluctantly performed on my grandpa. Grandpa Ray approached him first and told him how he was supposed to do the exploratory operation and he knew so through prayer. Dr. Nielsen didn't want to but Grandpa convinced him he was supposed to do. He knew it. God told him. So after signing all the liability papers it's chilling to hear Dr. Nielsen relate how he didn't really know how to operate but he was guided by God like God had an open instructional guide showing him step by step how to operate.
Grandchild 2: Grandpa Ray had ten more years so obviously it was successful . He was the second one to have that surgery, and the other guy died. He was in the same room as Ray so it must've been pretty disconcerting for him. Heavenly Father was the difference. The dr. told him he responded so well to the surgery because of the life he had lived.
2003 Ensign Elder Russell M. Nelson “Personal Experience with Prayer”
Many of us have had experiences with the sweet power of prayer. One of mine was shared with a stake patriarch from southern Utah. I first met him in my medical office more than 40 years ago, during the early pioneering days of surgery of the heart. This saintly soul suffered much because of a failing heart. He pleaded for help, thinking that his condition resulted from a damaged but repairable valve in his heart.
Extensive evaluation revealed that he had two faulty valves. While one could be helped surgically, the other could not. Thus, an operation was not advised. He received this news with deep disappointment.
Subsequent visits ended with the same advice. Finally, in desperation, he spoke to me with considerable emotion: “Dr. Nelson, I have prayed for help and have been directed to you. The Lord will not reveal to me how to repair that second valve, but He can reveal it to you. Your mind is so prepared. If you will operate upon me, the Lord will make it known to you what to do. Please perform the operation that I need, and pray for the help that you need.”
His great faith had a profound effect upon me. How could I turn him away again? Following a fervent prayer together, I agreed to try. In preparing for that fateful day, I prayed over and over again, but still did not know what to do for his leaking tricuspid valve. Even as the operation commenced,22 my assistant asked, “What are you going to do for that?”
I said, “I do not know.”
We began the operation. After relieving the obstruction of the first valve,23 we exposed the second valve. We found it to be intact but so badly dilated that it could no longer function as it should. While examining this valve, a message was distinctly impressed upon my mind: Reduce the circumference of the ring. I announced that message to my assistant. “The valve tissue will be sufficient if we can effectively reduce the ring toward its normal size.”
But how? We could not apply a belt as one would use to tighten the waist of oversized trousers. We could not squeeze with a strap as one would cinch a saddle on a horse. Then a picture came vividly to my mind, showing how stitches could be placed—to make a pleat here and a tuck there—to accomplish the desired objective. I still remember that mental image—complete with dotted lines where sutures should be placed. The repair was completed as diagrammed in my mind. We tested the valve and found the leak to be reduced remarkably. My assistant said, “It’s a miracle.”
I responded, “It’s an answer to prayer.”
The patient’s recovery was rapid and his relief gratifying. Not only was he helped in a marvelous way, but surgical help for other people with similar problems had become a possibility. I take no credit. Praise goes to this faithful patriarch and to God, who answered our prayers. This faithful man lived for many more years and has since gone to his eternal glory.
Grandchild 1: I'm sure you know the story that the Elder Dr. Russell Nielsen has told many times about the heart operation he reluctantly performed on my grandpa. Grandpa Ray approached him first and told him how he was supposed to do the exploratory operation and he knew so through prayer. Dr. Nielsen didn't want to but Grandpa convinced him he was supposed to do. He knew it. God told him. So after signing all the liability papers it's chilling to hear Dr. Nielsen relate how he didn't really know how to operate but he was guided by God like God had an open instructional guide showing him step by step how to operate.
Grandchild 2: Grandpa Ray had ten more years so obviously it was successful . He was the second one to have that surgery, and the other guy died. He was in the same room as Ray so it must've been pretty disconcerting for him. Heavenly Father was the difference. The dr. told him he responded so well to the surgery because of the life he had lived.
2003 Ensign Elder Russell M. Nelson “Personal Experience with Prayer”
Many of us have had experiences with the sweet power of prayer. One of mine was shared with a stake patriarch from southern Utah. I first met him in my medical office more than 40 years ago, during the early pioneering days of surgery of the heart. This saintly soul suffered much because of a failing heart. He pleaded for help, thinking that his condition resulted from a damaged but repairable valve in his heart.
Extensive evaluation revealed that he had two faulty valves. While one could be helped surgically, the other could not. Thus, an operation was not advised. He received this news with deep disappointment.
Subsequent visits ended with the same advice. Finally, in desperation, he spoke to me with considerable emotion: “Dr. Nelson, I have prayed for help and have been directed to you. The Lord will not reveal to me how to repair that second valve, but He can reveal it to you. Your mind is so prepared. If you will operate upon me, the Lord will make it known to you what to do. Please perform the operation that I need, and pray for the help that you need.”
His great faith had a profound effect upon me. How could I turn him away again? Following a fervent prayer together, I agreed to try. In preparing for that fateful day, I prayed over and over again, but still did not know what to do for his leaking tricuspid valve. Even as the operation commenced,22 my assistant asked, “What are you going to do for that?”
I said, “I do not know.”
We began the operation. After relieving the obstruction of the first valve,23 we exposed the second valve. We found it to be intact but so badly dilated that it could no longer function as it should. While examining this valve, a message was distinctly impressed upon my mind: Reduce the circumference of the ring. I announced that message to my assistant. “The valve tissue will be sufficient if we can effectively reduce the ring toward its normal size.”
But how? We could not apply a belt as one would use to tighten the waist of oversized trousers. We could not squeeze with a strap as one would cinch a saddle on a horse. Then a picture came vividly to my mind, showing how stitches could be placed—to make a pleat here and a tuck there—to accomplish the desired objective. I still remember that mental image—complete with dotted lines where sutures should be placed. The repair was completed as diagrammed in my mind. We tested the valve and found the leak to be reduced remarkably. My assistant said, “It’s a miracle.”
I responded, “It’s an answer to prayer.”
The patient’s recovery was rapid and his relief gratifying. Not only was he helped in a marvelous way, but surgical help for other people with similar problems had become a possibility. I take no credit. Praise goes to this faithful patriarch and to God, who answered our prayers. This faithful man lived for many more years and has since gone to his eternal glory.
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