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| Nola Lucille Hopkins Starr |
I thought I would continue with my resolution to write
something about at least one of our ancestors each month. This month it will
be Lanny's mother Nola Lucille Hopkins Starr. In the first paragraph
it shows that four individuals were born in the month of January. Nola writes:
“I was born January 6, 1914 at
Brigham City, Utah, in a home now located on third west and third
north. I was born just one day after my father's birthday, and four
days before my grandfather Baird's and three days before my
grandfather Hopkins birthday. I was the second child and daughter of
Elmer Bryce and Alexanderina Baird Hopkins.”
(Skipping ahead a few years)
“When I was five we moved to the
third ward again a house just north of the one I was born in....While
here I had smallpox, measles, whooping cough and typhoid fever. I
almost died with the smallpox and if it had not been for prayer I
may. The doctor didn't know what was wrong with me and I hadn't
broken out. He figured it was stomach convulsions and was having
mother put cold packs on me. When I became terribly ill, my eyes
rolled back, and Mother feared I was dying, she had Daddy give me a
blessing. I opened my eyes and said, 'Take these cold packs off and
put warm ones on.' She did so and in a short time I broke out from
head to toe with smallpox, and became better.
I began school in the Lincoln School at
six years of age. That was one place where I was not backward. I
dearly loved school. Miss Flora Watkins was my teacher and I loved
her. She married that year and became Mrs. Josephson.
My second grade teacher was Maurine
Olsen. Here I received my first school punishment. I was made to
sit in the slow section for talking. I was so embarrassed. In those
days they divided you into sections A, B, and C, according to your
scholastic ability and even used this as a form of discipline. This
grading of pupils in this open manner must have made many a child
feel inferior and unhappy. I am glad they discontinued it.
This year I was baptized on March 4,
1922, by Clement M. Wilson at the old tithing house. I was confirmed
the same day and place by J. Francis Merrill. Because of flu in
Brigham, churches had been discontinued for a while.
My third grade teacher was Miss Alice
Reeder. Here I used to correct spelling papers for the teacher.
It was the fall before I began fourth
grade, that I had typhoid and had to start school late. The teacher,
Miss Alice Forsgren, put me in the second section at first. I felt
terribly bad (maybe this is why I felt so strongly about grading and
seating pupils this way), but was soon glad as they transferred me to
the first section when she heard me read. By this age I always had
my head in a book and loved reading. My main hobby as a child was
reading and as I was growing up I spent hours at the library and at
home reading.
During my fourth year, I was in the
school operetta. Some of the tinsel from my fairy costume got in my
weak eye and caused infection. My whole check swelled up and had to
be lanced. Daddy did it with a sterilized razor blade. This was
risky business but in those days you didn't go to a doctor unless it
was absolutely necessary). Years later, when I was teaching, I had
the tear duct which had closed up during my smallpox sickness and
caused the weak eye opened up by Doctor Stauffer in Salt Lake City.
The last of my fourth year we moved
into the old Lorenzo Snow home on North Main. This had formerly been
used as a stagecoach station.”
(skipping ahead...)
“...Since I have grown up I realize
that I would have been better off if I had not gone through school
feeling that I had to be tops in all my school work. If I didn’t
make the highest score in the class or win first place in any
contest, I was embarrassed and felt I was a failure. When my
children came along I always said I hoped they would be good students
but I didn't want them to feel they had to be tops always or they
were failing. It's just good school was easy for me and I could get
good grades or I would really have been frustrated. On the other
hand, perhaps the fact that I could usually do well gave me
confidence and was good for my shy personality, for though I always
felt inferior around other people generally and held back, yet in
school I felt confident and could take part in all activities because
I knew I could do well. It was the same with church activities.
My High School days were happy days. I
was a member of the school debating team, assistant editor of the
school paper, and school representative in the Lewis Oratorical
contest at Ogden High.
I earned my money to buy books and pay
tuition all during my time at Box Elder by picking beans for the
Perry Cannery, as well as picking other fruit such as strawberries,
raspberries, dewberries (Ugh!), and cherries.
My proudest moments in school were when
I was chosen to represent my Seminary graduating class and my High
School graduating class as valedictorian. I graduated from Seminary
in 1931, and High School in 1932.
My great desire now was to go to
college but I knew it was financial impossible at the time. There
was a depression on and Daddy had little work. I was given a
scholarship to the University of Utah in Salt Lake but knowing I
could not meet all the other expenses I gave it up. That fall I got
an offer to go to Weber College, then a church school. It was in
Ogden as I could live at home and ride a school bus.
Delores and I attended Weber two years.
When I went down to register after being invited to attend by Pre.
Monson of the college, Delores (as usual) went along with me, and we
ended up both being registered in the school of Education. We came
home that night alternately laughing and crying. Here we were both
attending college and hardly a dime to our name and Daddy without a
job. Daddy cashed in an insurance policy to help pay for bus and
books and we made a small loan from the business and Professional
Women's Club which I paid back the first year I taught school. We
graduated in June 1934. Some of the happiest days of our lives were
spent here...
It was in Plymouth, Sept 5, 1935, that
I met Carl. I was introduced to him by Mr. Jackman. I was boarding
at the Jackmans while I taught. Mr. Jackman was M.I.A. President and
had chosen Carl as secretary and as Era director. Carl called to see
Mr. Jackman about the Improvement Era campaign and Mr. Jackman
introduced us. Toward the last of October, we were both in a Mutual
play. He began taking me to rehearsals and we became good friends.
My first regular date with him was to a Halloween dance in the Bear
River High School. From then on we were constantly together. On May
30, 1936, I accepted a diamond from him and on June 18, 1937, we were
married in the Logan Temple for time and all eternity by Apostle
George F. Richards, president of the Council of the twelve.
We spent our first night in the Logan
hotel then went to Brigham for a dinner, and then to Plymouth for the
Archibald reunion dinner and dance. I was now Mrs. Carl Henry Starr
and very happy and proud of it.






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