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WEAVER, Dora May

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  • Name WEAVER, Dora May 
    Birth 2 Jul 1902  Thayne, Lincoln, Wyoming, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Female 
    Burial Dec 1969  Rigby, Jefferson, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Death 4 Dec 1969  San Jose, Santa Clara, California, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    WAC 31 Jul 1997  BOISE Find all individuals with events at this location 
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    Person ID I20029  Joseph Smith Sr and Lucy Mack Smith
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    Family DODGE, James Nathaniel ,   b. 29 Sep 1899, Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this locationMount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah, United Statesd. 16 Jun 1982, Twin Falls, Twin Falls, Idaho, United States Find all individuals with events at this location (Age 82 years) 
    Marriage 1924  Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Family ID F10570  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
    Last Modified 24 Jan 2022 

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    Elizabeth Bristol and Zenous Wayne Dodge's family:
    L to R: Elva Dodge, Clyda Elizabeth Dodge Johnson, Christopher Zenos Dodge, Mary Viola Deel Dodge (Jim's wife), Reuel Bishoff Dodge (Oscar's wife), Charles William Dodge, Millie Dodge Zabriskie, child, James Dodge with Nora May Dodge (child),
    Front row: Zeneous Wayne Dodge, Oscar L. Dodge, Vona Dodge Rogers, Zelda Dodge.
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    • Life Story of Almina Weaver Summers

      It was a joyous occasion on Monday 11 Febuary 1888 at the little town of Bennington, Bear Lake, Idaho at the home of Grandpa and Grandma Weavers a beautiful little blue-eyed girl made her appearance.
      Her parents were George Gregory Weaver and Miriam Amelia (Davis) Weaver, and a little two-year-old brother George Henry who had already blessed the home were anxiously awaiting the arrival of this little girl.
      She was named Almina Amelia Weaver and at 5 months of age her parents moved to Bedford, Lincoln, Wyoming and homesteaded a farm. While living there the family grew Wells Franklin born 20 September 1890, Amy Maud born 14 January 1893, Rachel born 29 July1985, Phoebe May born 10 May 1898, Elmer born 16 September 1899, and Dora born 2 July 1903.
      Almina walked three miles to school and church both were held in the same building. It was a one-room building with long tables for desks and benches to set on. Grades one through eight was taught in this humble building. The winters were bitter cold and many times her hands and feet would be feel frozen. If they arrived a little early the teacher would not let them in out of the cold.
      Almina was taught to work at an early age. She and her sister Maud herded and milked twelve cows night and morning. They rode a donkey to herd the cows on the range and bring them home at night. After the milking was done they each took turns turning the separator to separate the cream from the milk. The cream was then churned into butter, and then molded into neat one-pound cubes to sell.
      Times were hard and the girls had only two dresses to wear to school each week. They had to be careful not to get them dirty or they would have to wash then to wear the next day.
      When her sister Rachel was born the town was alerted that the Indians were coming so Grandpa loaded the family in the wagon and took them into town where they stayed for three days. When they returned home an Indian came to visit and Grandma invited him in and fed him. She told him of the scare they had. The Indian said that they were more scared of the white man.
      Almina and Eunice Jenson loved to dance and play pranks on the neighbors on Halloween. One neighbor named Zobel would shoot a gun in the air and they would hide in the sagebrush. She loved to go camping, especially to Yellowstone Park and hear the bears prowl around the tent at night. She loved to go on picnics with her family. Her brother Elmer used to ride broncos at the rodeos and she would worry about him getting hurt.
      While working in Idaho for her Aunt Mel (Mary Jane Weaver) Hulse she met William Mathias Summers who’s wife, two daughters and a son had died leaving him with three boys Ernest age17, Arthur age15, and Joseph age 6. He was in need of a helpmate to help him raise and care for his family so at a family gathering at Aunt Mel’s they happily announced their engagement.
      On 1 January 1909 they were married at Rigby, Jefferson, Idaho their marriage was later solemnized in the Logan Utah temple 15 July 1921. Aunt Sarah Ann Meikle, Williams sister accompanied them and tended the five children during the ceremony.
      Proudly and unselfishly she took on the role of wife and mother.
      Sadness came to the family ten months later when the angel of death called Ernest from their mist they shouldered the grief and carried on.
      When Arthur and Joseph married and grandchildren blessed the families she went in to their homes as a nurse caring for the mother and babies for a period of ten days when each child made their entry.
      A strong bond of love grew between Lillian (Arthur Wife), Nettie (Josephs Wife) and Almina. They have all passed on and are now enjoying each other in celestial homes, eleven grandchildren blessed the two families.
      Almina was a good housekeeper and an excellent cook. Her homemade bread was her specialty nine loves were baked in a large pan every other day to meet the demands of the harvest crew and family members. Chicken and noodles, rice and prune puddings were also a special art.
      She also served as a midwife to all who needed her help she even took Mrs. Nels Johnson into her own home to care for her for two births. At the same time caring for her family also.
      For many years just before Memorial Day flowers bees were planned and Aunts and Cousins came to make paper flowers all day for the graves and yummy food was always served.
      During these times Almina had four children children of her own to bless her home Lawford Wells, George Weaver, Badah Venna, Bulah Miriam. Then once again sadness came, at the age of 12 Lawford passed away he had heart trouble and asthma. She didn’t waver she had a strong testimony of the gospel and knew someday she would see him again.
      She taught her children to know the truths and to pray while kneeling at her knees at bedtime. She served as visiting teacher, as counselor in the Relief Society and taught Primary. Many times she walked to the church for each of the three meetings a week Sunday School, Sacrament Meeting and Primary with her children.
      One of her thrills was when George stood with his primary class and sang I am a Mormon boy. She was happy and worked and played with her family always enjoying them in all activities. In the wintertime she read good books by the light of the coal oil lamp next to the crackling fire in the stove that gave warmth to the room. The family could hardly wait for evening to start the next chapter.
      She loved to braid rugs and piece quilt blocks.
      She loved her children and grandchildren. Their pictures adorned the shelves, tables and walls through out her home.
      Whenever there was sickness in the children’s homes she was there to help and serving with patience, kindness and love. She was a widow for thirty-three years and spent many lonesome hours but loved her home where all the fond memories remained. She was kind, patient, understanding and very independent.
      She was blessed; she made trips alone riding on the bus to San Jose California to spend the winter with her sister Dora. She spent one winter in Ogden Utah comforting and caring for her sister in law Florence Stauffer when Florence’s son Bertrand died. She traveled to Butte Montana to stay awhile with her son George and helped in his home.
      At the time of her death one son George Weaver, two daughters Badah Venna, and Beulah Miriam survived her. She had twenty-four grandchildren, thirty-seven great grandchildren and sixteen great great grandchildren at the time of her death.
      Mother knew what hard work was as one of her daughters said “I have seen her pull poles from the field one under each arm and chop them for fire wood to heat water to do washing and heat the old flat irons on a wood stove to iron the clothes”. She took pride in her laundry she would scrub the clothes on the washboard and then boil the whites they were white as snow.
      She played a lot with Beulah. Beulah was so jealous of mother that I could never sit on mothers lap as Beulah would always push me off and sit on mothers lap herself.
      In the winter the wind would blow the snow into two big drifts between the house and the barnyard. One time mother had finished the milking and was carrying the two buckets of milk to the house she crossed the first drift and while crossing the second drift her feet slipped out from under her and the milk splashed all over her, the red sweater she was wearing was soaked and faded all over the snow I laughed so hard and that made mother so mad at me. I was glad she wasn’t hurt but it sure looked funny at the time.
      She was always at my side when ever I needed help when my children were sick or when I had peaches or any canning to do.
      These are my thoughts of you mother and I want you to know what I feel in my heart that is too tender for speech. I am the richest person in the world having her for my mother.
      I realized as a child you were the one woman in my life I must try to live up to. It has been a hard climb trying to get up to the place in the world where you are. Mother I shall never quite make it but it may comfort you to know that at least in my eyes you have reached the summit of all that is noble and fine. There hasn’t been a single instant or time in all the years we have been together that I have not been proud to say, “that is my mother”. You have never at any time lost your sensitivity to beautify your sense of humor and the song in your heart.
      I love you for the loyalty to all of us no matter what we did. If anything you found some excuse for our failure, neglect or heartache.
      In my life you might think my dearest wish would be for wealth, for peace, and for security but that’s not true deep down my dearest wish is to leave to my children the wealth of the character that you bestowed upon me.
      I thank you for being “MY MOTHER” I love you for enveloping us with good examples and high ideals. I love you because you have helped us stamp out discouragement for your perseverance with us was like a postage stamp that sticks to one thing till it get there, you have stuck by us and we love you for bandaging our broken hearts.
      There are three things I regret, when I was married you wanted to accompany us to Salt Lake but I didn’t make an effort to get someone to milk the cows. When Dickie was born you wanted to be with me but I didn’t invite you. You called me the day you passed away and I didn’t go up to be with you.

      Mother I still think of you

      Mother I still love you




      This was wrote by Badah Venna (Summers) Rapp