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Source for: Ann Scholes, Chr. 9 APR 1643 - Index
General Source: S65
General Source: S219
Page: Batch #: P007061, Source Call #: 942.72 K29PR
ANN SCHOLES, dau of John Scholes (chr 9 Apr 1643 Middleton by Oldham, Lancashire, England)
B 25 Jan 1916
E 6 Dec 1916 LOGAN
SP 24 Jan 1969 LOGAN
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Source for: Francis Scholes, Abt 1820 - Index
Birth source: S61
Page: FHL Film 1342328 PRO Ref RG11 Piece 5528 Folio 62 Page 20
Census source: S61
Page: FHL Film 1342328 PRO Ref RG11 Piece 5528 Folio 62 Page 20
Text: Extract: 1881 British Census
Dwelling: Russell Road Syndot House
Census Place: Rhuddlan, Flint, Wales
Source: FHL Film 1342328 PRO Ref RG11 Piece 5528 Folio 62 Page 20
Household:
Marr Age Sex Birthplace
Francis SCHOLES
M 61 Male Prestwich, Lancashire, England
Rel: Head
Occ: Interest From Stocks
Eleanor SCHOLES
M 52 Female Liverpool, Lancashire, England
Rel: Wife
Occ: Interest From Stocks
Elizabeth Ann SCHOLES
U 29 Female Derby Dale, Derby, England
Rel: Daughter
Occ: Interest From Stocks
Eleanor C. SCHOLES
U 28 Female Derby Dale, Derby, England
Rel: Daughter
Occ: Interest From Stocks
Lucretia RALPHES
U 21 Female Ellesmere, Shropshire, England
Rel: Servt
Occ: Dom Ser Cook
Martha E. RALPHES
U 19 Female Ellesmere, Shropshire, England
Rel: Servt
Occ: Dom Housemaid
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Source for: Wallace Burnham Scholes, 13 APR 1905 - 6 OCT 1987 Index
Birth source: S2
Page: Batch Number H002196
Text: WALLACE BURNHAM SCHOLES s of Frederick & Lydia Abilona (Burnham) Scholes (b 13 Apr 1905)
B 15 Apr 1913
E 29 Apr 1925 LOGAN
SP BIC
Birth source: S199
Text: WALLACE BURNHAM SCHOLES s of Frederick & Lydia A (Burnham) Scholes (b 13 Apr 1905 Logan, Cache, UT)
Death source: S220
In Loving Memory Of
WALLACE BURNHAM SCHOLES
Born
April 13, 1905
Utah
Passed Away
October 6, 1987
Colorado
Services
Friday 1:00 P.M.
October 9, 1987
Fort Logan National Cemetery
Officiating
Bishop Hardy Anderson
The Church of Jesus Christ Of
Latter Day Saints
Interment
Fort Logan National Cemetery
Pallbearers
Norman Scholes Fred Scholes
Joe Hill Brent Hill
Norman Scholes, Jr Dennis DiMambro
Death source: S209
Page: SSN 528-01-8583
WALLACE B SCHOLES (b 13 Apr 1905 - d 6 Oct 1987). Last residence Denver, Colorado. Last benefit paid in Kaysville, Utah. Issued in Utah.
Burial source: S210
WALLACE B SCHOLES (b 13 Apr 1905 - d 6 Oct 1987). Lt Col US Airforce
Plot U 3553
Buried 9 Oct 1987 with wife
General Source: S221
Wallace Burnham Scholes was born April 13,1905 in Logan, Utah, the sixth child and third son of Frederick and Abbie Burnham Scholes. Burnham, the oldest child died as a young child. Lucile (Loughney), Elinor (Kennard), Stan, and Jennie (Sarah Jane Schvaneveldt) were older, and Abbie (Godfrey), Francis, Fred, Ed and Harold were born later.
Wallace's life was typical of the times, with his education in the public schools and then at the Agricultural College in Logan. He took time out to serve an LDS Mission in Germany. His German language skills acquired during this time would prove valuable during and after World War II when he was a military officer.
Upon his return from Germany Wallace continued his schooling at the AC, as the college was called. It was at this time he met Rozanna Lee, a popular girt from Brigham City, Utah. They were married June 5, 1928 in the Logan temple. Zan, as she was known, was a daughter of Severin Norman and Ida Knowlton Lee. Her grandmother Rhoda Ann Jennetta Richards Knowlton was a daughter of Willard Richards. Rhoda Ann married Benjamin Franklin (B.F.) Knowlton, a son of Sidney Algernon Knowlton and Harriet Burnham, early converts to the Church from the Campbellite faith. Harriet's Burnham ancestry goes back to the same John Burnham who is the ancestor of Wallace Kendall Burnham - father of Wallace's mother Abbie Burnham Scholes. Both Wallace and Zan thought this was special, to have these connecting links with the Burnham clan.
Wally and Zan had three children:
1) Rozanna Lee Scholes, 1929-1989. She married Joseph F. Hill and they resided in Kaysville, Utah where Joe farmed. Ann, as she was called became a beloved Home economics and home living teacher in Davis High School. Ann and Joe had two sons, David Lee, who died in infancy, and Brent (wife Dixie). At the time of her death Oct. 4, 1989, there were 3 grandchildren:
Cammie, Casey, and Drew. (Note: an extraordinary amount of floral offerings were sent in her remembrance, showing the love of the community for her and family).
2) Norman Wallace Scholes, 1930-. Married (1) Adamina Carmen Bodilla. Two sons, Norman Jr. [Kim] and another son who died in infancy. (2) Marianne Schenkel. Norman is a pharmacologist, residing in Omaha, Nebraska. He taught at Creighton University for several years, now retired.
3) Frederick Lee Scholes, 1933-. Married Anna Lou Hess of Farmington, Utah. Two children Thomas Frederick Scholes (wife Deborah Ellen McCulley)-parents of Justin Thomas, David Tyler and Courtney Marie Scholes; and Cheryl Lyn (Husband Jay Nelsons-parents of Travis Jay. Fred and Anna Lou reside in Manteca, California where he has an electronics business.
Zan is residing in the Florence Retirement Home in Omaha, Nebraska 1994. Wallace died in October 1987. Burial Ft. Logan Memorial Cemetery, Colorado.
General Source: S222
I have few memories of my father until after World War II. I was just 8 when he left and was probably 12 when he returned.
What I do remember before WWII was that he was a skilled worker with his many tools. He kept them in order in the garage, took exceptional care of them, and only had problems when I used them, without his permission, and forgot to put them back. I don't recall ever getting punished or otherwise chastised for, this, but I'm sure he must have had a word or two.
Dad loved the out of doors, taking us often to Mt. Timpanogas, up Ogden Canyon or to Bear Lake. We went to Bear Lake every year with friends of his and mom's. I remember that he was a fine storyteller, unfortunately I can't remember any of the stories - just the sitting around the campfire and the telling. Dad didn't fish or hunt but he did love golf. Often he would take me with him to the course at the mouth of Ogden Canyon and let me walk around with him and his friends. He even let me use a club to try to do my own brand of golfing.
Dad worked nights a lot of the time, and I can remember going for long walks with mom, Ann and Norman to keep us away From the house during the day while he slept.
After WWII, when dad returned, he didn't immediately become the boss of my life. Too many years of mom doing that chore left me somewhat confused as to who was the leader in our household, and I'm not sure if it ever changed. I'm probably wrong here, but dad was smart enough to make it look like mom made the decisions, in order to maintain consistency in the discipline of an evolving teen. Dad continued being the self-sufficient craftsman, always impressing me with his skills of carpentry, gardening and golf.
Dad was probably the most even tempered person I have ever known, at least where I was concerned. I can only recall one time when he let his temper get away from him, and that was a time when someone challenged his honesty. He worked hard at his occupation in the Air Force and always took better than average care of 'his family. I never thought dad to be an overly religious person; but have since heard stories that tell me he had a deep sense of our church and its part in our lives. I am sometimes amazed at how he kept his temper with me. I recall, while learning to drive, running into a tree. His only remarks were as to how to prevent it from happening again. Another time I got his car stuck in the sand after an all night Prom party. He said nothing, just helped me get it out.
Dad loved mom. He gave in to her every whim, unless it was just too blatantly wrong. I saw his relationship with mom as a love affair that never waned.
Dad was a brilliant person in many ways. I recall, while at the university, having a problem with a calculus problem. Dad, seeing my consternation, sat down and worked me through the problem in a very clear and obvious way. This was some thirty years after he graduated from college and had to face any math other than the usual day by day stuff.
The only times dad and I disagreed had to do with my leaving school before graduating. On one occasion I wanted to leave to become self-employed in an occupation that I thought would make me rich forever. Maybe it would have, but he strongly believed in an education, and argued me out of the idea. Of course he was right, and I finished my schooling, in a very satisfactory way. The business opportunity failed soon after, so I have to believe he was clairvoyant.
Dad was a great one to let me be responsible for my own life. Other than the time above, he pretty much let me dictate my own future, he would give good advice if asked, but never forced his ideas on me. I'm sure that I owe a great deal to him and his wisdom, but even now I believe that much of what I've become was due to my own doing. Perhaps that is his greatest legacy to me - letting me do what I wanted to and quietly guiding me to keep me on the right path,
General Source: S223
In thinking about grandpa Wally, three things come immediately to mind.
First was his love of chess, he not only loved it, but was very, very good. At that time I was not very good at the game, but grandpa was always eager to play, and was always trying to help me improve my skills. He had many exotic chess sets that he had collected on his journeys around the world; I was privileged to get one - a beautiful Japanese set made from soapstone.
Second, grandpa loved golf. I remember this because I have long loved the game also. He had retired from the Air Force by the time I was old enough to play, so we got to play golf a lot when we would visit. Grandpa was an excellent teacher. My game is quite good because of the things he taught me.
Third, I remember quite vividly the last days of his life. His health had been bad for some time, although I was not aware of it. I got a call that he was in the hospital and wasn't expected to live. My family and I quickly traveled to Denver, and while there I was able to give him a blessing. I will never forget the whispering of the Comforter when he passed away. I was given a sure knowledge that he was at peace, and that he was at that time with our expected son in the Spirit world, helping him to prepare for this life. That singular experience has been my strongest testimony builder as it relates to Heavenly Father's plan.
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Grandpa always enjoyed taking us swimming. Whether he was visiting us, or we were visiting them, he would take us swimming He taught me how to float during the earlier times. Grandpa even waded in the wading pool to keep me company.
He always had candy around him. Mostly it was chocolate, and usually they were Hershey bars - large one's. He also had See's candy around most of the time. Another of his sweet tooth habits was ice cream. He always had a bowl of ice cream at night, probably with chocolate syrup.
Grandpa (and grandma) would always play games with me when they visited. My favorite was. a game called Husker Du. I was quite young at the time, but I was always able to beat them - or did I?
He seemed to enjoy taking me shopping. Every time he bought me something, even if I didn't need it. He bought me dresses, shoes, toys, or whatever. Most important to my memory is that he never dropped us off, he always went with us.
He loved to tell me stories about their travels. I have recently learned that we were the only ones that he did this with. His stories gave me the courage to go to Europe with my class one year. I really wanted to see some of the things; he told me about.
Grandpa always treated grandma like she was a queen. Nothing was too good for her. Nothing she wanted was denied, He mostly deferred to her needs, always had high praise for her and I never heard him speak badly about her,
He had a philanthropic way about him. If someone was, or appeared, to be in need, he would help. If someone needed a place to stay, or a meal, he was willing to provide it.
His memory of the Bible was amazing. He could quote scripture at any time, and for any purpose. He loved to discuss the Bible with Jehovah's Witnesses. He usually caught them in mistakes if they stayed long enough.
Of course, being his only granddaughter made it all the better. That is probably why he spent so much time spoiling me.
Grandpa let me practice cutting his hair while I was in training. Those haircuts were probably the longest he ever had, but he was patient and willing.
I was the only one with him when he passed away. I held his hand, hoped he knew I was with him, but he did have a peaceful look when it happened. This wasn't by choice, rather it just happened while I was there.
When I got married, he made the effort to come and be with me, even though he was not very well. I can't imagine anyone who would do that, as sick as he was, but he did.
He was always humming, no matter what he was doing. He had a wonderful baritone voice, and sang German songs to grandma often. Quite often, he would join with Tom and I as we sang songs that grandma played on the piano. He was always good.
I can never remember grandpa not being happy, at least as; long as we were around. He was always in a good mood. He was always willing to stop what he was. doing and help us. He was always fun to be with, even if he was working and we were just around watching.
General Source: S225
My first real memories of Grandpa and Grandma are when they moved to Farmington about 35 years ago. They bought a little orchard farm after Grandpa retired. I spent a lot of time there. Grandma worked for Hill Field for several years.
The property is near Lagoon and where the Rock Loft is now. It was eventually bought by the people that owned the Heidelberg Restaurant and they fixed the place up.
I remember my grandparents grew fruit in the orchards and raspberries on the farm. There were peacocks and guinea hens.
I remember one time Grandpa found a magpie nest where the mother had been killed or had deserted the nest. Grandpa took the baby magpies and raised them. I remember he dug up countless worms to feed those babies.
He'd heard you could teach the magpies to talk. So that summer he tried to teach those birds to talk. I don't remember that they could speak any discernible words. He turned them loose at the end of the summer.
They bought a house at Stinson Beach, California which is about 30 miles north of San Francisco. It was a beautiful home and overlooked the beach. I remember that it was the highest home in the area and no more homes were built above them. I think it was national land.
I think that home's claim to fame, at least to the younger generation, was when they sold it to the lead singer of the rock group, "The Grateful Dead." Apparently he loved the place and offered them enough to make it worth their time to move.
From there, they moved to Clear Lake which was between a 1/2 an acre to a full acre in size. It was full of gardens and trails. It was a beautiful spot and was probably the favorite place as far as I was concerned. It seems they lived in two different places in Clear Lake.
I remember that it was a 20 to 25 mile drive along winding roads or another way to get there was from Highway 1 that went along the coast in California. Both were beautiful drives.
Grandma worked for the bishop of a major Catholic archdiocese in San Francisco for a couple of years. As kids, we would spend a couple of days in San Francisco with her. We'd meet her for lunch some days and other days, she took us all over San Francisco.
Grandpa worked as a courier for Bank of America, taking things to the different branches. I was probably between the ages of 13 and 15 and remember thinking that because of his background in the military service as an OSI agent, which was the beginning of Secret Service during World War II, that his activities must be covert.
I'm sure it wasn't but I always had these grandiose thoughts that Grandpa was a pretty important person and involved in things bigger than life. He probably was just delivering things from one branch to another.
My grandparents were in and out of San Francisco daily for a number of years and I got to really love San Francisco. There was so much going on there and so much to do.
After that, they moved back to a home in Denver that must have been one of their first homes. They kept it and rented it out all of those years. That house is close to Fitzsimmons Air Force Base. They always had beautiful gardens and kept the yard up.
Grandpa was a stern, no-nonsense type of person. I remember as a young kid of 5,6 or 7 always being scared of him.
We naturally respected him because of his demeanor. He had a deep voice and was very upright, very much like a militaristic officer ~ somewhat like General Patton.
Up until my grandparents moved to Farmington, I only remember short visits with them. After they moved close to us, we got to know them. I found that he was really a very loving person especially to my grandmother. He seemed to worship Grandma and usually, whatever was done was to please her.
He was always the one in charge but Grandma had a great way with him making sure he got things done her way. He
was more than willing because he was devoted to her.
He was very much into the family especially the Scholes family name and cousins. That was a strength.
What was funny about Grandma was if we wanted something and most of us kids were afraid to ask Grandpa we'd ask Grandma. She was a little bit flighty but very friendly and she could talk, talk, talk.
We learned whenever we wanted something, if it was okay with Grandma and it wasn't with Grandpa, it would soon be okay with Grandpa too.
I remember that Grandpa liked to play chess. One year as a family we gave him one of the first computer chess games that came out. Apparently, he sat down daily for the first month or 2 and played chess with the computer. I remember one day not long after he got the game, he called me and told me he could beat the computer. There was a missionary that would come over on his preparation day and would play with the Grandpa and the computer.
Grandpa always had to be doing something where his mind was working and he was always busy. I think that was what bothered my mother the most before he died was he couldn't keep his mind going.
When he got sick, it wasn't too long before he died. I think he finally decided it was time to go and like everything else in his life, his death was matter of fact. It was like he thought "let's get it over with" and he was gone.
I remember Grandpa was argumentative. They said the Scholes people always had to be right. Grandpa was sure of himself and according to him he was always right. When he spoke that was the way it was. Sometimes when Grandpa said what he said that was not always the way Grandma saw things. Grandma always worked behind the scenes and never in front of others but when she saw things differently, all of a sudden, Grandpa would come out with a new thought. She told him this is the way it ought to be and to make her happy, he would change his mind.
They seemed to have a great relationship. They never argued in front of other people but Grandpa was always in charge.
Editors note: Brent Hill is the son of Ann and Joe Hill. Brent and his wife Dixie live near his father in Kaysville, Utah.
Interview by Kathy Hyde Kelly
General Source: S226
Abbie Godfrey
Abbie: Wallace was always a big tease and he'd have the younger kids upset. They'd say, "Wally's mean." One day he said to Mother, 'Why did you name me Wallace? It sounds mean." Grandma Scholes said, "I named you after my father, and he wasn't mean"
"He was always a go-getter. He went ahead on his own with projects such as having a paper route, or getting his Eagle Scout award, or having his own trombone. He built a radio after sending for a crystal set and parts. When he was feeling generous he'd let us listen, and we were so amazed that we could hear people talking clear from New York. It was the first radio we ever heard."
Was he good at playing the trombone?
Abbie: "He made a lot of noise. I suppose if he played it, it would have been in the school band. I remember he talked on the phone a great deal mostly to girls, and I think they called him. Once he was playing baseball and the batter slung the bat and it hit Wallace in the nose, giving him a severe nosebleed. Someone called Dad at the temple and he had to go to the hospital. It caused a little bit of excitement Another time he got hit with a basketball and had another serious nosebleed that wouldn't stop. He had a date for a Mutual dance and had to call and tell the girl he couldn't come. I don't remember whom the date was with. He palled around with Mel and Jennie's age group, their crowd, as we called it. He was always a bit outspoken. Once he asked a couple who had dated quite a while when they were going to take potential love and make it active love - his way of wondering when they were going to be married.
As kids we were given fifty cents or maybe twenty five cents for the fair. I remember when one of the younger boys called to him, "Hey Wally. Have you spent your 25 cents yet? I've still got mine." He was embarrassed to have others know that was all he had.
When Wallace went on a mission he had been attending college at the AC there in Logan. He got a letter from Joseph Cowley, who was a brother of Matthew Cowley, later an apostle. He was already in Germany and wrote saying he hoped Wallace would get to come there. Of course, he did.
When he first arrived in Germany there was no one there to meet him. He couldn't speak German and all he had was an address. But he managed to get where he needed to be by showing that address. That was the kind of person he was, able to do that with enough self-confidence. I believe he was in Berlin. He sent a few pictures home, and was a good missionary. He wrote to me occasionally, and sent me some stationery. I think I still have a piece of it somewhere. Also a letter opener made of amber. (I also have a straw letter pouch from a Hawaiian pen pal, Margaret Aikau, whom Stan arranged to write to me from Hawaii when he was on his mission. I don't know exactly how my folks paid for the mission. Money matters were not discussed in front of us. There was a small income from the garden, and some from genealogy he did for others, and of course, his small salary at the temple. I remember we sold parsley in bags to the Bluebird restaurant
Before he left on his mission he dated a girl named Clara Watkins, who later married a McMasters (she wrote several popular Primary songs] I remember he said the people in Germany bathed publicly in streams or lakes, in mixed company - not any modesty. He was hesitant to trust some German immigrants because of some of his experiences. I seem to remember one story of how he taught tithing to a family and later they came and demanded to know how they "were supposed to pay the rent," since they'd paid their tithing and had no more money. Funny the little things that stick. He began dating Zan after his return, and from then on there wasn't anyone else in the picture.
When he came home he played on the 7th Ward M-Men basketball team that won the All-Church tournament. Much of the team were Scholes brothers.
"As one of the younger members of the family I recall Wally's years as a bully and a tease. He was the one who gave me the nickname of "Pink", which only he dared use. I had slightly sandy hair, plus a fast heartbeat that didn't slow down quickly and that gave me a red complexion at times. I was glad when I outgrew it Wally had beautiful dark brown hair and big brown eyes, even as a child, and was very handsome. Mother used to say the ladies always made a fuss over him as a pretty baby. He grew up getting the most out of his looks. At college he was a popular ladies' man, a member of the prestigious Sigma Chi fraternity. When I "went to college I was flattered to have them invite me to pledge, as Wally's brother, although that was not my lifestyle. I was no socialite, and wasn't interested, but it still made me feel good to be honored that way. His dark hair turned white while he was in the Army, a young man, and he looked just as distinguished with it as he had when it was dark.
J Fred Scholes
Wally played on our famous 7th Ward basketball team, a fancy player, and a scoring guard. Fran was a guard too but he was the steady defensive guard. Ed and Harold were also on the team by then. I was team manager, since I wasn't good enough to play as a regular (plus my health condition). I spent an entire winter with an injured knee - a football knee, it is sometimes called today. Then I jammed a middle finger on my - hand and it swelled up like a ball, and I was another whole winter laid up. The year they won the All-Church I had taken a job in January and moved to Pleasant Grove, but I was always close to the team even when I didn't play. Once we were playing Logan High varsity team, as we did, and I put in a lucky shot, and their coach, a real old timer coach Burns Crookston asked, "Who is that?" When they told him I was a Scholes, he said. "How many of them are there?"
From Scholes Cousins:
Winn Call: I wasn't very old when Uncle Wally came from his mission. He brought me a child's size umbrella, a black one. I was maybe three or four.
Dorothy Hendriksen: Ann was my age but we didn't live close enough to do much together. When Uncle Wally and Aunt Zan lived in Farmington we went to see them. It was a lovely place. I have a Scholes photo album I show Dad (Frank Kennard) when he is at our house, and he always remembers Wally because he was an Army man, as Dad was during World War II. Dad always says when he went to Europe in the 1950's with the tabernacle choir Wally was there and he saw him.
Allen Schvaneveldt: Uncle Wally and Aunt Zan lived in Ogden before he went in the service, and ended up in Denver. Norman used to come up and visit us and work on the farm, but as I recall he didn't like that kind of work, all hot. We got acquainted with Fred when he attended the University of Utah and he came for dinner. I think Norman also attended the U of U. Dad (Met Schvaneveldt) always said he and Wally were best friends, and that's how he met Mother (Jennie). They were in Scouts together in their younger years, and likely attended ward dances and such.
Elinor Hyde: I remember we thought Uncle Wally was the most handsome man we'd ever known. The photo of him in his military uniform was very good and we liked to tell our friends about him. Occasionally he and Aunt Zan came to visit us on the farm in Idaho when he was on leave. He seemed so important and yet so down to earth. I recall how much they seemed to enjoy the fresh corn and other farm food. At the time I couldn't imagine anyone who had been all the places they had been and done all they had done enjoying such simple fare. In later years I went to pick raspberries in Farmington. What a wonderful "day in the country" that was, with the peacocks and the big trees in a secluded spot. Wally and Zan seemed so pleased to have me come to pick their berries, while I felt it was a privilege for them to allow me to do so. Their entryway between the original part of the house and the part they'd added on had a screened porch where several kinds of small birds lived. It reminded me so much of Grandma Scholes' canaries. Zan was still working at Hill Air Force base. When she came home Uncle Wally was immediately solicitous of her, setting a lawn chair for her in the shade.