"Rebecca Hennefer" by Rebecca Richins Sanders

Henefer, Utah

My mother, Rachel Hennefer Richins, was born in Henefer, Utah on October 30, 1861. Her father, James Hennefer, was born in Wordsley, Staffordshire, England on June 2, 1821. He died in Henefer, Utah on August 22, 1897. Her mother, Sarah Hulks Hennefer was born in London, England on November 25, 1823 and died in Henefer, Utah on August 19, 1880.

My mother spent her childhood in Henefer, Utah. Here she played and helped her mother as all small children do. As she grew older she had many boy and girl friends. Orson Oriel Richins was considered as one of her very best boy friends. People would often see them going to school together and after school they would sit on their favorite bench and pretend that it was a wagon. He would help her off the bench as if it were a seat in the wagon. He would walk home with her and he always carried her books for her. The Devil’s Slide was a favorite spot for all the young people. They would gather here for their picnics and it was a nice place to pick wild currants. Another delightful spot for fun was called the Witches Rock. In the wintertime all the young people would go sleigh riding together. The friendship of Orson and my mother grew into love and they were married in the Temple at Salt Lake City on May 25, 1881.

My mother had a wonderful memory so about ten years ago I asked her to write some of the events in her life that she remembered. The following is a narrative of things that happened when she was a child and during the early and latter part of her married life.

Mother remembered when she was about five years old her little brother, Edward Richard Henefer, who was two years of age fell into the fireplace and was so badly burned that he died nine days later. When Mother was seven years old, the Reorganized Church or the Josephites established their organization in Henefer. At this time Charles Richins was the Bishop of the Ward and to the sorrow of many, half of his ward joined the Reorganized Church. The Elders of this church were men by the name of Brand and Winter. James and Sarah Hennefer and their family were among those who joined the Reorganized Church and Mother was baptized into this church when she was eight years old. James then took his family and went to Council Bluffs, Iowa, which the Elders said was the land of Zion.

The family lived in (Iowa) and often went to Church. The children were very unhappy with their new religion and told their father that there was nothing to that religion. They had won, by lottery ticket, a house and vineyard in Council Bluffs but it turned out to be a small shack with a very small yard and only a few grapevines growing in it. They stayed part of the year and made do with what they had while they investigated their new religion further. They decided it was a farce, and since James and Sarah and the children were all homesick for the little valley in the mountains of Utah and for the true gospel, they all returned to the place they had left so many times before, Henneferville. This was the last move James and Sarah Hennefer made. Mother remembers crossing the Missouri River in a steamboat and also of seeing some big fish and fishing boats.

After their arrival in Utah, Grandmother (Sarah) Hennefer was very sick. She now had palsy and was becoming more helpless every day. Mother and her sister, two years younger than herself, took complete care of their mother and the rest of the family. After the family had been back in Utah for two years, Mother’s sister asked their father if she could be baptized into the LDS Church; he said he would talk to the Bishop and see if all of them could be baptized. This announcement brought joy and happiness to the family. James Hennefer gave the ground for the first Mormon Church that was built in Henefer. When Mother was twelve years old she was baptized by Robert Jones, the father of President Jones, who at one time was President of the Mesa Temple.

When Mother was a little over twelve, her oldest sister got married and moved to Grouse Creek. This left all the work and the care of a sick mother on the shoulders of the two younger sisters. When Mother was fourteen her older brother’s wife died and left six children. Four of the children came to live with their grandparents, so Mother and her sister took care of them for three years and seven months, at which time their brother married again.

By now Grandmother (Sarah) Hennefer had been sick for nine years. In the last few years she had become so helpless that it was necessary to feed and dress her. Mother was eighteen at the time her mother died, and although they missed her they were glad that God had seen fit to call her Home because she suffered so very much and for so many years.

Life with Orson Oriel Richins

Mother was twenty years old when she married Orson Richins. They had been married but six months when, under the law of polygamy, he married Caroline Fawcett. Mother’s first baby was born when she was twenty-one years old. In the fall of 1882 her husband was indicted for polygamy; it became necessary for him to hide out from the officers. At this time they were living in Edward Richins’ house on a ranch near Henefer. The officers kept watch over the house so closely that it was necessary for Mother to carry food to Father, who was hiding in the chicken house, in a horse nosesack so that the officers would not become suspicious of Father’s whereabouts. Later Father sold his property in Henefer and put Mother on the train for Mesa, saying he would follow. It was six months before Mother was able to let her folks know where she was. The officer questioned Sarah Richins but she would not tell them where Mother and Father had gone.

Mother lived in Mesa for seven years and two of her children were born there. In Mesa it was necessary for Mother to make a living for her family and she did it by taking in washing and nursing the sick. Father moved Mother from Mesa to Deming, New Mexico where they lived for a short while. From Deming they moved to Dog Springs, New Mexico and then into Mexico. Uncle Marland, Father’s brother, stayed with Mother while she was in Dog Springs. One afternoon as they were looking towards the mountains, they saw ten or twelve Indians on horses riding in single file on the rim of the mountain. Fearing that they were coming to the ranch, and as they had no cowboys there, Uncle Marland took Mother and the children and hid them in the bushes until he could get the horses and wagon ready. He then took them into Dog Springs where they would have some protection. However, they later learned that the Indians had passed the ranch without hurting anything.

Colonia Diaz, Chihuahua, Mexico

Soon after this Father came out of Mexico to move Mother, Uncle Marland, and the children down there with him. His second wife, Caroline, had been in Mexico for some time. Mother lived in Mexico for twenty-seven years. They had been here but a short time when one of the girls, Lillian, died. Father bought a ranch that they called the Richins’ Ranch and at first they would often eat only corn bread and molasses three time a day because they had little else to eat. Although the family was poor, the children were happy on the ranch. It was at this time that Aunt Carrie, Father’s second wife, died leaving three children: Oriel eight years old, Parley six years old, and Mary fifteen months old. Mother took these three children into her home and raised them as if they were her own children. The love and respect these children showed her is an indication of a job well done. A few months after Caroline’s death, Father married his third wife, a widow by the name of Sade Harper.

The Richins’ Ranch was located in Colonia Diaz where Mother lived until she left Mexico, many years later. In a few years’ time Father had a few cattle, horses, chickens and a nice garden. A number of buildings were also put up around the house. Conditions had become much better. However, my mother still worked hard from daylight until long after dark. My father was called on a mission to the Central States and he left his family to take care of themselves. My mother and the older children milked many cows and Mother sold butter, cheese and eggs. The money that she received from these sales was used to buy flour and clothing for her family. The Lord indeed blessed them while Father was on a mission. Mother prospered and they were all in good health. Mother often said without the help of Grandfather Richins (Charles Richins) she would never have gotten through the hard times in Mexico. Sometimes at night, if she became frightened because of roving Mexicans, she would get the children up and take them over to Grandfather’s. They lived about a half a mile from her house. When Grandfather became sick, he sent for mother an told her that he knew he was going to leave them and he wanted to tell her that she had been a wonderful daughter-in-law, a good wife to he son, Orson Oriel, and a splendid mother to her children.

When we became old enough to go to dances, mother never forgot to put a lamp in the window to help guide us home. Mother tells a story that always interested us children: She said that when she and her sister, Rebecca, were young they knew that blueing made clothes white, so one Sunday morning they decided to put some blueing on their faces before they went to Sunday School. They were very surprised when the blueing would not come off and they could not go to Sunday School with such blue faces. Mother was alone with the children much of the time while Father was freighting from Mexico to Deming, New Mexico. At night she would gather all the children around the supper table and have prayer before they ate.

Mother had many interesting superstitions. She always said when she heard a rooster crow in the front yard that they would have company that day and if two knives were found crossed it meant a quarrel. If one dropped a knife and a fork that meant someone was coming; if two chairs were found with their back together that also meant company. If one carried an ax through the house, it meant that someone would die.

One of the dangers of Mexico was the large number of rattlesnakes found there. One morning while they were all eating their breakfast, mother went into the pantry to get a pan of cool milk. As she reached for the pan she heard a buzz at her feet; looking down she saw a huge rattle snake. Fortunately she was not bitten. Rattlesnakes were found in the house a number of times and they were always in the door yard, around the corral and in the chicken houses. How lucky we were that none of us were ever bitten.

Mother often had strangers or friends stop by the house and she always asked them if they would like something to eat. We children often wondered how she would feed them when we .knew our supplies were so very low. Somehow she always managed to feed them even if it was only bread, milk, and cheese. Mother was always very good about letting us bring our friends home with us; they were welcomed if it was for the day or for several weeks.

One morning mother told Father of a dream she had had during the night. She said that in the dream she could see people getting their teams and wagons ready to leave. A Bishop stood up in the head wagon and told them that he was sorry that they had to leave because they had all worked so hard to make their home here. Of course Father just laughed and said that it was because mother was worrying too much about the trouble they were having with the Mexicans. About a week later Father came in and said that mother’s dream had come true-that all the Americans had been ordered out of Mexico and that they had to be out in a few hours time.

Exodus from Mexico

was in 1912, during the Mexican Revolution and all they took with them was what they could put in the wagon. It was hard to leave all their possessions behind them. They left their homes, their pantries full of milk, cheese, and butter, their cows, horses and chickens, and their gardens.

When they got to the United States, the government put them up in tents and gave them food until they could provide for themselves. My father took his family to Hachita, New Mexico. He took up a homestead about twenty-three miles from Hachita near the Mexican border. They lived there for about seven years and were doing very well when Father sold his place to the Diamond A Cattle Co. and moved to Red Rock, New Mexico. Father invested his money in a farm in Red Rock. They lived here three or four years but the project proved very unsuccessful. Father sold his place and moved to Virden, New Mexico where he bought some land and built them a home. Many of the people they had known in Mexico now lived in Virden.

Virden, New Mexico

Father passed away on December 16, 1926 and was buried in Virden, New Mexico. After his death Mother continued to live in Virden. She rented a room to a schoolteacher and boarded several other people. In this way she supported herself. She took care of her grandson (Sidney O. Wright) from the time he was two years old until he was married. She was very anxious that he have an education and her happiness was very great when he graduated from High School. After Sidney’s marriage, Mother went to live with her youngest daughter, Ena, who was married and living in Lordsburg, New Mexico. Mother felt that she would be of some help to Ena. She took care of the children and helped with the housework while Ena spent quite a bit of her time working in town.

During the last few years of Mother’s life her health was very good and her eyesight fair. She often said that when it was time for her to go she hoped she could do so without a prolonged illness that would cause hardship, worry and work for those she loved. It seems as if her wish was granted because during the night of April 10 she passed away without pain. The doctor who was called said that her heart had just given out. Ena was the only one of the children who was with our mother at the time of her death.

All of her children were able to attend her funeral, which was held in Virden on April 11, 1946. Her son, George, conducted the service, which was held in the Church. Her son, Orson, dedicated his mother’s grave.

At the time of mother’s death she had fifty-seven grandchildren, and forty-three great grandchildren. She had thirteen grandchildren serving in the armed service of World War II and one Grandchild as a Cadet Nurse.