OLSON, Annie Sophia

1873 - 1950  (77 years)  Submit Photo / Document

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• Name	OLSON, Annie Sophia
  Birth	16 Jan 1873	Cokato, Wright, Minnesota, United States
  Gender	Female
  WAC	9 Mar 1892	MANTI
  _TAG	Reviewed on FS
  Death	30 Mar 1950	Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming, United States
  Burial	1 Apr 1950	Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming, United States
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  Person ID	I21104	Joseph Smith Sr and Lucy Mack Smith
  Last Modified	19 Aug 2021

  
  

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  Family	BISHOFF, Nephi Daniel ,   b. 25 Dec 1870, Fountain Green, Sanpete, Utah, United States Fountain Green, Sanpete, Utah, United Statesd. 14 Jan 1931, Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming, United States (Age 60 years)
  Marriage	9 Mar 1892	Manti, Sanpete, Utah, United States
  Family ID	F10701	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
  Last Modified	24 Jan 2022

  
  

• Photos		Caroline Scholes
  		Caroline Scholes
  		Robert and Caroline Bischoff Family 1935
  		Robert John Bischoff, Caroline Scholes, Ruth Bischoff Photo at Benchview Farm
  		Francis Scholes, Sr with his daughters Ann, Caroline and Sarah Jane
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  		Caroline and Robert John Bischoff
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  Tribute to Annie S. Bischoff By Emma A. Nash (Daughter of Eliza Bischoff Anderson ) My mother was the only sister of Dan Bischoff, and some of the dearest and most tender memories of my childhood are connected with Aunt Annie and Uncle Dan and their family. The first Christmas I can remember, Uncle Dan brought me a small toy that filled my little heart with joy unspeakable. Della, Daniel and Mabel used to come to our home often and sleep, when they were real small children, before they moved to Wyoming. And there was no treat we could have that made us so happy as to be able to go up to their farm at the foot of the mountain near Fountain Green and stay for days at a time. Aunt Annie always made us feel welcome, she would comb our long hair and take care of us just as though we were her own children, although she had three of her own. When I was seven years of age, three of my uncles,(John, Fred, and Dan Bischoff) , moved to the Big Horn country, and three years later, my mother, Eliza, an older sister, and I came to Lovell for a thirty-day visit, and never has any one been treated more royally or made to feel more welcome. The time we spent in the home of Uncle Dan and Aunt Annie on that trip has been an inspiration to me all my life. Every morning after family prayers had been observed, and we were all seated around the breakfast table, some passage of scripture was read and discussed, or Uncle Dan would lead out in helping us all to memorize the concert recitation or the Sacrament gem for the following Sunday. I learned there how devoted Aunt Annie and Uncle Dan were to the Gospel and of their desire to instill into the hearts of their children a testimony of the Gospel, which meant so much to them. I am sure every one admired and appreciated Aunt Annie’s sunny disposition. I have never heard her complain about anything. Everything was just fine; just as she liked it. She was a perfect guest--always appreciative of anything you did, and never made you feel that you should change your routine because she was there. My children loved her just as we have always done. Another quality in her makeup was her loyalty and pride in her family. We often hear a mother discuss the weaknesses of her children with outsiders. But never Aunt Annie. I have never heard her express one word of criticism of any of them. When we would inquire, “How is this one, or that one?” she would always make a report of the favorable things about that child. And that was characteristic of her with respect to other people, as well as her own children. A more loving, devoted mother than Aunt Annie never lived. She was companionable with her children, and I am sure has been a wise counselor to them. She lived close to her Heavenly Father. I doubt that she ever undertook anything without asking for His inspiration and assistance. Her children can always be proud of the life she lived. They have many happy memories of their association with her, and their great consolation comes in their testimony of the Gospel, and their knowledge that she has had a happy reunion with their father and the four small children who preceded them in death. I would like to close with “A Little Parable for Mothers” , by Temple Bailey, which expresses more eloquently than I can the fine qualities of this dear, good woman: “ A young mother set her foot on the path of life. “Is the way long?” , she asked. Her Guide said, “Yes, and the way is hard. You will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning.” But the young mother was happy , and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years. So she played with her children, and gathered flowers for them along the way, and bathed with them in the clear streams. The sun shone on them, and life was good. The young mother cried, “Nothing will ever be lovelier than this.” Then night came, and storm, and the path was dark; and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her mantle. The children said, “O Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come.” The mother said, “This is better than the brightness of day, for I have taught my children courage.” The morning came, and there was a hill ahead. The children climbed and grew weary; and the mother was weary; but at all times she said to the children, “A little patience, and we are there.” So the children climbed. When they reached the top they said, “We could not have done it without you, Mother.” The mother, when she lay down that night, looked up at the stars and said, “This is a better day then the last, for my children have learned fortitude in the face of hardness. Yesterday I gave them courage. Today I have given them strength.” The next day came strange clouds which darkened the earth--clouds of war, and hate and evil. The children groped and stumbled. The mother said, “Look up! Lift your eyes to the light!” The children looked and saw above the clouds an everlasting glory, and it guided them, and brought them beyond the darkness. That night the mother said, “This is the best day of all, for I have shown my children God.” The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years; and the mother grew old. She was little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. When the way was hard they helped their mother; when the way was rough, they lifted her, for she was as light as a feather. At last they came to a hill. Beyond the hill they could see a shining road, and golden gates flung wide. The mother said, “I have reached the end of my journey. Now I know that the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk alone, and their children after them.” The children said, “You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates.” They stood and watched her as she went on alone. The gates closed after her. They said, “We cannot see her, but she is with us still. A mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence.” MOTHER’S THINGS When Mother passed, it seemed to fall on me To help divide her sacred souvenirs; They marveled that I opened box and drawer, To lay them out without a sign of tears. And when they spoke ahead for this and that, Or thought another had a larger share, Again they raised their weeping eyes at me Because, I guess, they thought I did not care. But there are things I want that Mother had; That love that passeth all and will endure, That power to find content in little things, That steadfastness that makes things hoped for sure. Oh, it was I who had the selfish wish-- And though I guess they thought me very odd, I wanted all the things that Mother had-- Those priceless things--that she had got from God. --Bess Foster Smith Memories of Annie S. Bischoff by LORETTA BISCHOFF, grand-daughter: My first memories of Grandmother Bischoff are of her walking with a cane. She had a stroke that paralyzed her right side in the late 1930’s or early 1940’s. She used the cane until her death in1950. Hy remembered that she rode side-saddle as a young mother. She fell off the horse one day and he was afraid she had died. When Hy was about five years old they lived on the farm one/half mile east of Lovell. He remembered that Indians would come to the door wanting food. He would hide behind her skirts. Annie went to visit relatives in Utah one year. While she was gone Dan fixed up the house on Nevada as a surprise. Hy and Virga lived upstairs in the house for a few months after they were married in 1927. Annie divided her 2-story house into three apartments so that her children would have a place to live after they got married. Rob and Pauline and family lived upstairs. Gene and Helen and their family lived on the first floor in an apartment on the North and East. Annie had an apartment on the South. In the early 1940’s a labor house plus Hy’s garage was made into a home for Rob and Pauline and family. Gene’s family lived with Annie until she died. In 1936, Annie , Ada, and Ada’s friends, Mrs. Jensen and her daughter (whom Ada met when she was on her mission) went to Sweden to do genealogy. They were gone for about two months and did much tracing of their Swedish genealogy going through records in churches and court houses. They traveled into Germany and saw the beginning of Hitler’s tyranny in several countries before they sailed for the United States. by PATTY MANN, friend: I honor and love Sister Annie S. Bischoff. She has been stalwart and firm as the mountains surrounding this beautiful valley in keeping the laws and commandments of God. She has developed love, charity, tolerance, forgiveness, obedience, humility, and kindness to her fellowman. by MERRILL B. TEW, friend: Sister Bischoff has been an inspiration to me on several occasions when I felt that I had said some things, perhaps, in my pulpit addresses that were not accepted . I would see her smiling her approval, and always that was an inspiration to me. Sister Bischoff would have been a complete failure in her own mind if she had wasted her living and substance in riotous abandon, as did the prodigal son. Hers was a stable existence that meant life was progress. There are not many people who have a more Christ-like existence than I have seen evidenced in the life of Sister Bischoff…kindness, patience, virtue, willingness to help others, never saying evil against her neighbor. by FRANK H. BROWN, friend: Aunt Annie, as we have affectionately always called her, has thrown a torch of the highest of integrity to her family and friends. Willingly, happily, she gave much of her own to people who were less fortunate. For forty-nine years she and her brother, Albert Olson and their families lived in close companionship and devotion with great admiration for each other. They knew what hardships were.