ROBISON, Joseph Ray^[1]

1878 - 1953  (75 years)  Submit Photo / Document

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• Name	ROBISON, Joseph Ray
  Birth	6 Mar 1878	Georgetown, Bear Lake, Idaho, United States
  Gender	Male
  Death	11 Sep 1953	Evanston, Uinta, Wyoming, United States
  Burial	15 Sep 1953	Byron Cemetery, Byron, Big Horn, Wyoming, United States
  WAC	28 Jul 1955	IFALL
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  Person ID	I44753	Joseph Smith Sr and Lucy Mack Smith
  Last Modified	19 Aug 2021

  
  

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  Family	BARNES, Hazel Violet ,   b. 27 Oct 1903, Banner, Sheridan, Wyoming, United States Banner, Sheridan, Wyoming, United Statesd. 19 Oct 1987, Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming, United States (Age 83 years)
  Children	+ 1. ROBISON, Elmer Barnes ,   b. 2 Sep 1935, Sheridan, Sheridan, Wyoming, United States Sheridan, Sheridan, Wyoming, United Statesd. 24 May 1990, Rancho Cordova, Sacramento, California, United States (Age 54 years)
  Family ID	F23579	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart
  Last Modified	24 Jan 2022

  
  

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  Lucy Dovetta Robison Asay; daughter, sister, sweetheart, wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother. Always quiet, dignified and full of love. She truly endured to the end. Mom was born February 27, 1903 in Burlington, Wyoming in a "little ole' log cabin" in what she termed "a little ole'desolate place". She was Joseph Ray and Lucy Johnson Robison's first child; a beautiful, petite child with angelic qualities that lasted throughout her life. They lived in Burlington for only a year when they moved to Byron, Wyoming where they raised their family. Mom talked of the "good old days" when she herded sheep for her dad....in bare feet! The sand and rocks were so hot that she would have to carry a couple of boards with her. She'd stand on one and throw the other in front of her and step on it - reach back for the first one, etc. That worked pretty well except for the times when the sheep all took off over hill at a run and got all mixed up with the neighbor's flock. Boy was that neighbor mad! They spent hours trying to untangle the mess. When Mom finally headed home, the sun was low in the sky, and the ground wasn't so hot but the stones were sure sharp and the prickly pear, prickly! Her folks were plenty worried about her by this time but she was true to the trust placed in her. She was brave. There came a night when she and her mother were home alone. Her mamma was not well. The rain was pouring down, the thunder was fierce and the lightening lit up the sky. Her mother knew that the canal would be washed away and they'd be flooded out by morning if the spill boards weren't removed to allow it to flow free. Mom was "scared silly" but realized it was up to her. There were no flashlights; "we didn't even know what flashlight was", she said. So she'd wait for a flash of lightening and then run as fast as she could while things were illuminated, stop, and wait for the next flash and run again. She felt just like she was going down with it as she pulled those boards loose, but she did it and Dad claimed that that was quite a job for a man. She was about 13 at the time. She loved animals. She wanted a puppy that her uncle had so he made a deal with her: that puppy for an old red rooster that her mamma had. She had to pull that rooster through fields, under fences, over rocks, and finally she gave the rooster to her uncle, remarking, "here's your ole' schicken!" She got the puppy, a great reward. She was only 3 or 4 years old. Another time, a newspaper (A Farmers' Life) was offering a Shetland pony for so many subscriptions. Mom and her father who was called "Papa" worked and worked trying to get enough subscriptions. As hard as they worked at it, they could only do as good as 3rd place. They kept at it but were still short and so very discouraged. Mom gave up but her Papa's appreciation of her love for animals kept at it. Christmas morning, there was the pony tied to the piano, complete with saddle and bridle. All the neighbor kids were there at daybreak for a ride on the new pony. They had to work so hard for everything and yet she said, "it was a lot of fun when you think back". Even her baptism in the Shoshone River was an exciting event. She loved music and flowers as well as animals. She began playing the piano for primary at age 8 when she substituted for the regular organist and played with one finger. At age 13, she was sustained in that position. her family spent many enjoyable hours singing around the piano while she played. She always loved flowers, even as a little girl she had her own flower garden outside her bedroom window. She watered it by carrying buckets of water from the ditch. It became a beautiful, booming garden praised and enjoyed by the whole family. In the winter, she'd grow geraniums inside so she could enjoy that special beauty year round. The yellow rose bush at the corner of the house as we were growing up will always be a special memory for all of us. She was a very conscientious student; always bringing home good grades. She enjoyed school at the Big Horn Academy in Cowley. She tells of the time she had a date to a dance there one night and how her date and my dad decided between them to switch dates. "We never switched back", he said. It was no wonder she was reported to have been a beautiful young women; small and slim, lovely dark hair, striking blue eyes and olive complexion. They had a date almost weekly after that and were married within a year. They paid $1,000.00 for their first little house in Lovell and some furniture to go in it and then were "flat broke". They had been married 2 years when Norma and Carma were born. Dad claimed he only got one order for girls so he sent for two. Arnold Irvan (Bud) was the first son, born just 18 months later. About 1928, Mom and Dad purchased a home on Shoshone Ave. This the place we all called home - where we all grew up. It was here that Donald R., Ivan C., Ernest R., and Gary J. were born. (Although I was actually born in the hospital - the first one of her children to that distinction.) Dad gave the Dr. a calf as payment for the delivery. In 1931, Mom and Dad made a very special trip to Salt Lake City, Utah, where they were sealed together for all eternity. There were 4 precious, white-clad children at the time that knelt with them around the alter. They had a terrible time during the depression. She told how they would to a long time without ever seeing a dime. If it hadn't been for Dad's father, they couldn't have made it. He owned a store at that time and would come by every once in awhile with some flour, a little cheese and other food items. The kids clothes were patched and darned to keep them going. When Dad started his repair shop, Mom would go out and pump gas for him. She also went with him to haul the gas to keep him from falling asleep at the wheel. She must have been awfully busy at this time of her life with helping with the garage, caring for her family (washing and baking took a full day themselves), having a large garden and caring for her ever-present animals which included cows, chickens, and pigs. It was about this time that they built a room on the garage for the boys to sleep in. Ivan couldn't wait for them to get it finished so Dad put the gas stove in and Ivan excitedly made up a bed. That night a terrible wind came up and Mom tossed and turned just knowing it was going to blow the gas flame out. Dad kept reassuring her but she finally got up and went out. She found the room full of gas fumes. She couldn't rouse Ivan so she opened the doors and windows and shook him until he finally came around. They never slept with the gas on after that and Ivan, I'm sure is grateful for a very sensitive mother. Mom worked 12 years outside the home at the Ben Franklin store in Lovell to help supplement the family income. She served faithfully in the primary, also as a visiting teacher until the last years when she couldn't get around. Her grandchildren remember her treasured Christmas boxes with all the wonderful homemade goodies that made Christmas complete. Her homemade rolls, fresh from the oven - good even without butter.... and especially the love and acceptance always found in her home. Her's is a loving, close family. Her dear sisters and brothers have been so considerate and thoughtful; spending hours visiting and sitting by her bedside. Joe, Solon, Melvin, William, Stella, Della and Mamie. She also has a second family that she loved. Her stepmother, Hazel and the children: Elmer, Charles, Robert Ray, Mary and Dale. We are so grateful for our Mother's example; she truly endured to the end. As her sister Del stated, "Dovetta would take all that was dished out against her all her life. When she was a child and all the rest of her days." She was a great lady. We all - her 7 children and their mates, her 27 grandchildren and 72 great-grandchildren as well as her brothers and sisters, are anxious for that glorious day when we can all be together again and once again partake of her beautiful spirit. Written by Carolyn Harper Cutchen (granddaughter) for Gary Asay, grandma and grandpa's youngest son. It was delivered at her funeral. Jamie and Olivia, David Larralde Jamie is the daughter of Jim Robison, Jim has three other children, Dana married to Kimo Mckray. Dawna Steel (divorced) ,Cody Robison, Jim Robison is 66 yrs old.

  
  

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  [S32] Unknown, (Online publication - Provo, UT, USA: Ancestry.com. Original data: Family Tree files submitted by Ancestry members.), Ancestry Family Trees. http://trees.ancestry.com/pt/AMTCitationRedir.aspx?tid=32128504&pid=28828