HISTORY OF PHEBE PHYLINDA STANLEY PARKIN
Written by: Millesant P. Parkin
Phebe Phylinda Stanley was born 1 March 1858.
She was the daughter of Alexander Henry Stanley and Adelia Ann Brown.
Blessed 1858, Manti, Sanpete County by Walter Cox.
Baptized 1866, Bountiful, Utah by Bishop Stoker.
Confirmed by Wm. Atkinson.
Being the oldest of 14 children, she learned to carry responsibility when very young and did much in helping her parents to rear this large family. Even after her marriage and with the care of her own small children, she continued to help her mother.
In December 9, 1872 she married Hyrum Parkin in the Salt Lake Endowment House. He was the fourth son of John Parkin and Elizabeth Wright Brown. He came from England when a boy with his father in 1863.
Phebe was a very industrious woman, with a strong will power and always accomplished what she set out to do. Cleanliness was her motto and she liked to have things nice and also liked to see other people prosper and get along. She abhorred debt, in fact she could not rest until all bills were paid.
She enjoyed visiting among her family and friends and when in good health was of a very jovial disposition.
She would spend hours telling her grandchildren early day stories of the pioneers and Indians, some of which were very thrilling and interesting. If she ran out of true stories she could continue right on with original fairy tales. She had a very keen imagination.
Her husband died 18 August 1899, leaving her a widow for over forty years. After his death, she continued to run her small farm. She had a few cows and chickens. When her health failed, she sold her cows and rented her place to Hyrum. Later she moved to Salt Lake City for awhile. She went out nursing for about $12.00 a week. When her mother’s sister ”Namor” died leaving a small boy Harvard Freeman, she took him to her home and raised him. Harvard fought in World War I, and when he died she received $200.00 from his insurance. This money was used to help pay her burial expenses.
Like many of the pioneer women, Phebe was very efficient in knitting, crocheting and quilt making and did much in this line. In her younger days she could work in the field like a man. She went out sewing for others and her pay would be a piece of bacon or other groceries. This helped her to care for her small children.
For a while she did Temple work for her father’s kindred dead, but because of her health she was unable to continue that work.
She was a member of the Daughters of the Pioneers, “Eutaw Camp.” When she entertained them at her home she gave a history of her father, “Alexander Henry Stanley” and his parents. The Historian of the Camp complimented her by saying it was one of the best pioneer histories they had had.
Although she never had the privilege of attending school very much herself, she always encouraged others and her grandchildren to get an education and was thoroughly disgusted when any of them would miss school for some unreasonable excuse.
If she made a promise or an appointment, she always kept it, and was awfully vexed and put out if others didn’t do the same.
She was a great reader and until her eyesight failed, she kept up on all the topics of the day. She was very ambitious and said that anyone that wouldn’t work shouldn’t eat what other people earned. She was very economical and would take advantage of a sale even if it proved to be a great inconvenience.
She loved music and went so far as to take music lessons in her older years. Through great effort and persistence she mastered a few tunes. She always looked clean and neat and carried a little pride which everybody admired.
Phebe used to make butter and every Friday she would hitch up Bob, a sorrel pony, once belonging to a circus, to a light top buggy and take her butter and eggs to her customers in Salt Lake City.
Burt (Hyrum B. Parkin) says the farm was 10 acres his grandfather gave him. Later he helped his parents build a new brick home. They moved the log cabin back and used it for a barn. The brick home was built in 1891. After her death, was sold to Clifford Olsen.
Phebe Parkin on her birthday with son Hyrum Burtran Parkin
Signature of Phebe Parkin
She died 22 November 1940 at the home of her oldest son, Hyrum B. Parkin, of pleuro pneumonia at the age of 82. Funeral services were held in the South Bountiful Ward Chapel.
The services were as follows:
Bishop Walter Moss conducting
Opening Song: Ladies Double Trio
Prayer: C.M. Egan
Remarks: Bishop Quale Cannon
Solo: Joseph Wood, “End of a Perfect day”
Remarks: Joseph C. Wood
Song: Ladies Double Trio
Remarks: Bishop Ezra T. Hatch
Remarks: President Thomas E. Winegar
Remarks: Bishop Walter Moss
Solo: Joseph Wood, “Going Home”
Prayer: David A. Moss
Dedication of Grave: Hyrum B. Parkin
Pallbearers: Grandchildren: LaGrande Parkin, LaMar Parkin, Stanley K. Parkin, Lee Parkin, Blain Parkin, Wesley Winegar.
Grandaughters carried flowers.
Union Mortuary: Undertakers.
Hyrum & Phebe Parkin's Fruit Bowl
Note by Beatrice Parkin Schulthies, Granddaughter
This beautiful fruit bowl, with the tree of life pictured on it, was a wedding present of Hyrum Parkin, Pioneer of 1863, and his wife Phebe Philinda Stanley Parkin, native pioneer born in 1858 in Bountiful, Davis, Utah.
My father and mother, Hyrum B. and Millesant Parkin inherited this fruit bowl, and they gave it to me for a keepsake that I will always cherish. I, in turn, give this fruit bowl to my only daughter, Celia Schulthies Darnell.
PHEBE PHYLINDA STANLEY PARKIN
A Native Pioneer
by: Beatrice Parkin Schulthies, Granddaughter
Phebe Phylinda Stanley Parkin was born 1 March 1858 in South Bountiful, Utah in her Grandfather William Brown’s home, to Alexander Henry Stanley and Adelia Ann Brown. She was the oldest of 14 children. When about a year old, she moved with her parents to Weber, Utah for awhile and then back to an adobe house in the holler east of Sessions big house. When about two years old, they moved to Cache Valley, Utah where her father built a log house. Then back to Bountiful, Utah.
She married Hyrum Parkin, son of John Parkin, Sr. and Elizabeth Wright Brown in the Salt Lake Endowment House 9 December 1872.
Their first home was a log cabin located almost directly across the road from the home she was born in. In 1891 they built a new, red brick home and moved the log cabin to the back and used it for a barn.
This couple had five sons and one daughter—my father, Hyrum Burtran, being the oldest. The youngest son, a premature, died at birth.
Her husband died 18 August 1899, leaving her a widow for over 40 years. She had a few cows and chickens and continued to run her small farm for awhile.
She made butter and every Friday she would hitch up Bob, a sorrel pony, once belonging to a circus, on a light top buggy and take her butter and eggs to her customers in Salt Lake City, Utah.
She loved flowers and had almost every variety in her beautiful garden. She was very efficient in knitting, crocheting, and quilt making. She went out sewing for others and her pay would be a piece of bacon or other groceries. This helped her to care for her small children.
She did temple work for her father’s kindred dead. She went out nursing for about $12 per week. When her mother’s sister, Namor, died, leaving a small boy, Harvard, she took him to her home and raised him. She would spend hours telling her grandchildren early-day stories of the pioneers and Indians, which they never tired of hearing.
She loved music, and in her later years, saved up money and bought a piano, took music lessons and with much effort learned to play a few tunes. She always kept herself and her home neat and clean.
She was a member of the Daughters of the Pioneers, “Eutaw Camp.” When she entertained them at her home she gave a history of her father.
She died 22 Nov 1940 at the home of her oldest son, my father, Hyrum B. Parkin in South Bountiful, Utah and was buried in the Bountiful Cemetery.
I am in possession of one of her wedding presents—a beautiful fruit bowl with the tree of life on it. My mother gave it to me after Grandmother died for a keepsake that I will always cherish.
I remember how I loved to visit “Granie” as we lovingly called her. In her parlor she had a velvet couch, a beautiful chandelier, which consisted of a coal oil lamp and a beautiful glass shade covered with pretty flowers and dangling crystals, a side board with lion heads engraved in the wood and a mirror. Placed on it were beautiful dishes, including the fruit bowl. Her dining room was papered with red wallpaper. I remember how beautiful I thought it was.
In the winter she kept her folding bed in the kitchen with her big, thick feather tick. How I loved to spend the night with her. I remember her beautiful roses and pretty, light blue morning glorys. How I loved to eat her potowatomie plum preserves and her Yorkshire pudding.
When we were first married [Rendell Schulthies and Beatrice Parkin], we rented Grandmother’s two south rooms for $10 per month and used her washing machine that was run by pushing the wooden handle back and forth. Her home had high celings with transoms over each door.
After her death, the house was sold to Clifford Olsen.