Upper Level: Jacob Opheikens and Della (Derkje) Walters

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Jacob Opheikens and Della (Derkje) Walters

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Jacob Opheikens Sr.

Jacob Opheikens
Parents Hendrik (Henry) Opheikens and Dina Perton
Born 9 Aug 1892 Wedde, Groningen, Netherlands
Occupation: Union Pacific Railroad
Immigrated to America 1908
Married Della Walters 7 Nov 1916 Ogden, Weber, Utah

Newspaper announcement of their
marriage license application

Died 12 Dec 1978 Ogden, Weber, Utah
COD: Acute Pneumonia
Buried: Aultorest Memorial Park
Sources
1920 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 2 (age 27)
1930 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 16B (age 37)
Photograph: in my possession
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=66644796

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Della Walters Opheikens

Della (Derjke) Walters
Parents: Fedde (Fred) Walters and Della Radstake

Born 23 Apr 1893 Zelhem, Gelderland, Netherlands
Immigrated to America 1894

As of age 35, according to the 1966
Alien Address record above, she is not a U.S. Citizen

Died 14 Aug 1972 Ogden, Weber, Utah

Buried: Aultorest Memorial Park
Sources
1920 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 2 (age 26)
1930 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 16B (age 36)
Funeral Program in my possession
Photograph: in my possession
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=66644751

CHILDREN

Utah Death Certificate

Hendrick (Henry) Opheikens
Born 17 Apr 1917 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Occupation: Farmer
Died 18 Jul 1946 Dee Hospital, Ogden, Weber, Utah
Cause of Death: Cerebral Edema and Epilepsy
Sources
1920 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 2 (age 2)
1930 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 16B (age 12)
Utah Death Certificate
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=66645452

Bert Opheikens

Albert (Bert) Opheikens

Born 17 Apr 1919 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Military: WW2 Field Artillery 3 March 1941
Occupation: Baggageman for RR (1952)
Clerk for RR
Married Violet Margaret Oram 1 June 1945 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Children: Orluff, Jerry, Bert, Sherry Ann
Died 3 Aug 1988 St. Benedicts Hospital, Ogden, Utah
COD: Heart failure
Buried Honeyville Cemetery, Honeyville, Utah
Sources
1920 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 2 (age 1)
1930 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 16B (age 10)
1940 US Census for Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah page 9A (age 36)
Obituary
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=127206363

Jacob Opheikens Jr.

*Jacob Opheikens Jr.

Born 15 Jan 1920 Ogden, Weber, Utah

Jake's birth certificate

Occupation: Union Pacific RR (from which he retired)

Tree removal - self-employed at the same time he was working for the RR.

Jake's business card

Last Address: 1366 Orchard Avenue, Ogden, Weber, Utah

Married 1) Aradath Curtis 15 June 1941 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Children: Paul, Sandra Karen-El, one living

Jake and Aradath's marriage license

2) Arline Mitchell Smith 1 Jun 1950 Fresno, Fresno, California
No children

Jacob and Arline's marriage certificate

Died 5 Apr 2008 Manor Care, Ogden, Weber, Utah
Buried: Washington Heights Memorial Park, Washington Terrace, Weber, Utah

Arline and Jake Headstone

Sources
1930 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 16B (age 8)
Personal Knowledge
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=55712252

Fred Ophiekens

Fred Opheikens

Born 9 Feb 1923 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Occupation: Assistant Warehouse Foreman, Utah Canning
Last known address 744 Robbins Avenue
Married Lois Audrey Archibald 21 August 1943 Plymouth, Box Elder, Utah
Died 26 Jun 1955 LDS Hospital, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Buried: Aultorest Memorial Park, Ogden, Utah
Sources
1930 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 16B (age 6)
Utah Death Certificate
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=66645128

Dena Opheikens

Dena Opheikens

Born 25 Jan 1925 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Married (Jack) Gerald Wood Price 13 Dec 1942 Pocatello, Bannock, Idaho
Children: Sharon, Della, the rest are living
Died 14 Dec 2009 Crestwood Care Center, Ogden, Weber, Utah
Buried: Washington Heights Memorial Park, Washington Terrace, Weber, Utah
OBITUARY
WASHINGTON TERRACE – Dena O. Price, 84, died Monday, December 14, 2009, at Crestwood Care Center in Ogden.

Mom was born January 25, 1925, in Ogden, to Jacob and Della Walters Opheikens. She married Jack G. Price on December 13, 1942, in Pocatello, ID. Dad passed away on October 12, 2004, just two months before their 62nd wedding anniversary. They lived in Ogden later moving to Washington Terrace, where they lived for over 52 years.

Mom was a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
Mom loved animals, especially horses, and started a lifetime collection of horses that began as a young girl. Mom's other hobbies included reading, quilting, camping, yard sales, and baking cakes for every occasion. Mom loved taking care of others, especially her grandchildren. Mom and Dad had grandchildren over nearly every day and always had a grandchild or great-grandchild with them wherever they went. Mom and Dad took care of everyone and were always there without being asked. They cared for both grandma and grandpa for many years throughout their illnesses and until their passing.

Survivors include daughters, Diana Price, Ogden; Annette Ansley, Roy; Judy Schatz, West Haven; and son, Jack R. Price, Washington Terrace. Her grandchildren, great-grandchildren, sisters-in-law, Jayne Maynard and Violet Opheikens, and nieces and nephews also survive her.

Her husband, Jack, daughters, Sharon Price and Della Huddle, one grandson, one great-grandson, her parents, four brothers, and two sisters preceded Mom in death.

We wish to thank friends and neighbors, and we also thank the caregivers who helped us with our mother during her illnesses. Mom had a keen sense of humor and was strong, stubborn, and feisty, which helped her to cope with the losses of Dad, Sharon, and Della, and to fight the many medical battles in her later years. We know that she is now free from the pain and with her loved ones again.
We love you Mom and will miss you until the day that we are all together again. Private services were held under the direction of Lindquist's Ogden Mortuary
Sources
1930 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 16 (age 4)
Obituary
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=45566692

Della Opheikens Davis

Della Opheikens

Born 15 Jun 1927 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Married Mitchell Lloyd Davis 10 May 1947 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Children (listed in the obituary)
Died 25 Oct 1992 Haxtun Hospital, Haxtun, Phillips, Colorado
Buried Fleming Cemetery, Fleming, Logan, Colorado
OBITUARY
Della 0. Davis, 65, of Fleming, died Sunday, Oct. 25, 1992, at Haxtun Hospital.

Funeral services will be at 10:30 a.m. Wednesday, Oct. 28, at the United Methodist Church in Fleming. Burial will follow in the Fleming Cemetery. The Rev. Dave Moorman will conduct the services.

Mrs. Davis was born June 15, 1927, at Ogden, Utah, the daughter of Jacob and Della Walters Opheikens. She attended school in Ogden and was a graduate of Ogden High School. She worked at the U.S. Army Supply Depot near Ogden.

She married Mitchell L. Davis May 10, 1947, in Ogden. They moved to Denver where Mrs. Davis worked in the main office of the Great Western Sugar Co. The Davises moved to Fleming in 1957.

Mrs. Davis was a 4-H leader for many years and was active in the United Methodist Church. She was a member of the Matinee Club, and volunteered for work at the Fleming Museum, Sterling Regional MedCenter and the Haxtun Nursing Home.

She is survived by her husband, Mike Davis of Fleming; son Mitchell L. Davis and wife Sharon of Warner Robins, Ga.; daughters Vicki McPherron and husband Mike of North Platte, Neb., Lori Gillham and husband Byron of Peetz, and Darlene Carpio and husband Bob of Yuma; brother Jacob Opheikens and wife Arline of Ogden; sister Dena Price and husband Jack of Ogden; and seven grandchildren.

She was preceded in death by sister Anna and brothers Bert, Fred and Henry.
Sources
1930 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 16B (age 2)
Obituary
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=31224730

Anna Opheikens Schmalz

Anna Opheikens

Born 5 Feb 1929 Ogden, Weber, Utah
Married Harry Fredrick Schmalz
Child: Christine
Died 28 Dec 1973 Riverdale, Weber, Utah
Buried: Washington Heights Memorial Park, Washington Terrace, Weber, Utah
Sources
1930 US Census for Ogden, Weber, Utah page 16B (age 1)
Headstone: https://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=90900922

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From a Funeral Program

When I come to the end of the road

And the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom-filled room

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little - but not for too long

And not with your head bowed low

Remember the love that we once shared

Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey that we all must take

And each must go alone

It's all part of the Master's plan

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the hills we know

And bury your sorrow among the trees

Miss me, but let me go.

The Line

Every minute someone leaves this world behind.
We are all in “the line” without knowing it.
We never know how many people are before us.
We can not move to the back of the line.
We can not step out of the line.
We can not avoid the line.

So while we wait in line -

Make moments count.
Make priorities.
Make the time.
Make your gifts known.
Make a nobody feel like a somebody.
Make your voice heard.
Make the small things big.
Make someone smile.
Make the change.
Make love.
Make up.
Make peace.
Make sure to tell your people they are loved.
Make sure to have no regrets.
Make sure you are ready.

I'm My Own Grandpa

Many, many years ago when I was 23,
I got married to a widow
who was as pretty as could be.
She had a grown up daughter
who had a hair of red.
My father fell in love with her
and soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
for she was my father's wife.
To complicate the matters worse,
although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother -in-law to dad
and so became my uncle though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
then that also made him brother to the widow's grown-up- daughter,
who of course, was my stepmother.
Father's wife then had a son,
who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson, for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
and it makes me blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
she's my grandma too.
If my wife is my grandmother,
then I am her grandchild.
and every time I think of it,
it simply makes me wild.
For now I have become the strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!

Quotes from the Prophets

President Gordon B Hinckley: "It is good to look to the past to gain appreciation for the present and perspective for the future. It is good to look upon the virtues of those who have gone before, to gain strength for whatever lies ahead. It is good to reflect upon the work of those who labored so hard and gained so little in this world, but out of whose dreams and early plans so well nurtured, has come a great harvest of which we are the beneficiaries. Their tremendous example can become a compelling motivation for us all, for each of us is a pioneer in his own life."

President Spencer W Kimball: "I hope to see us dissolve the artificial boundary line we so often place between missionary work and temple and genealogical work, because it is the same great redemptive work!"

President Joseph Fielding Smith: " The responsibility on behalf of our kindred dead rests with equal force on all, according to our individual ability and opportunities...the greatest and grandest duty of all is to labor for the dead."

The Passing of the Pot (Chamber Pot)

As far back in childhood
As memory may go
One household vessel greets me
That wasn't made for show
Beneath the bed twas anchored
Where only few could see
But served the entire family
With equal privacy
Some called the critter Peggy
And some the thundermug
And others called it badger
A few called it jug
To bring it in at evening
Was bad enough no doubt
But heaven help the person
Who had to take it out
Our big one was enormous
And would accomodate
A watermelon party
Composed of six or eight
When nights were dark and rainy
It was a useful urn
On icy winter mornings
The cold rim seemed to burn
At times when things were rushing
And business extra good
Each took his turn a waiting
Or did the best he could
Sometimes when in a hurry
To our disgust and shame
We fumbled in the darkness
And slightly missed our aim
The special one for company
Was decorated well
But just the same it rendered
That old familiar smell
Today this modernism
Relieves me a lot
And only in my vision
I see that homely pot.
(author unknown)

Poem about ancestors

Though steep is the path I follow today,
The footprints of time will show me the way.
For many have traveled a smiliar road,
And carried an equal of heavier load.

No troubles I face are new to this earth,
That man has not faced from time of his birth.
The route has been charted and roads have been paved
By legions before me who were stalwart and brave.

Their steps never faltered nor courage grew dim,
For they trusted the Lord and let Him led them.
If my faith and my trust remain steadfast and true,
God will guide and protect me in all that I do.
- Dolores Karides

The Elusive Ancestor

I went searching for an ancestor.
I cannot find him still.
He moved around from place to place
and did not leave a will.
He married where a courthouse burned.
He mended all his fences.
He avoided any man who came to
take the US census

He always kept his luggage packed,
This man who had no fame,
and every 20 years or so,
This rascal changed his name.
No one else inthis world is
searching for this elusive man,
so I play "Gene-solitaire"
To find him, if I can!

I'm told he's buried in a plot,
with tombstone he was blessed;
but the weather took engravings,
and some vandals took the rest.
He died before the county clerks
were appointed to keep records
No family Bible has emerged -
In spite of all my efforts.

To top it off, this elusive ancestor
who has caused me many groans -
left me even one more challenge:
He brothed a lady,
by the name of "Jones"!
(Got this from a publication
put out by the DUP organization
that names the author: Merrell Kenworthy)

Poem: Heaven's Door

If I should go before you,

If life on earth were through;

I'll stop just inside Heaven's door,

and there I'll wait for you.

You've but to look 'cross star filled skies,

Past the moon and then beyond;

To know my leaving could never break,

This heart's undying bond.

And if you should go before me,

If your journey on earth were through;

You know I will be close behind,

I'll never be far from you.

Across the span of time and space,

This love will reach this far;

For you'll always carry a bit of my heart,

No matter where you are.

Allison Chambers Coxsey©1995 ~ All Rights Reserved

Which Shall It Be? by Adelaide Proctor

Which shall it be?

"Which shall it be? Which shall it be?
I looked at John and John looked at me,
And when I found that I must speak,
My voice seemed strangely low and weak:
˜Tell me again what Robert said,"
And then I, listening, bent my head.
This is his letter:˜I will give
A house and land while you shall live,
If, in return, from out your seven,
One child to me for aye is given."

I looked at John's old garments worn;
I thought of all that he had borne
Of poverty, and work, and care,
Which I, though willing, could not share;
I thought of seven young mouths to feed,
Of seven little children's need,
And then of this.

˜Come, John,said I,
We'll choose among them as they lie
Asleep. So, walking hand in hand,
Dear John and I surveyed our band:
First to the cradle lightly stepped,
Where Lilian, the baby, slept.
Softly the father stooped to lay
His rough hand down in a loving way,
When dream or whisper made her stir,
And huskily he said: ˜Not her!"

We stooped beside the trundle bed,
And one long ray of twilight shed
Athwart the boyish faces there,
In sleep so beautiful and fair;
I saw on James rough, red cheek
A tear undried. E'er John could speak,
He's but a baby, too," said I,
And kissed him as we hurried by.

Pale, patient, Robbie's angel face
Still in his sleep bore suffering's trace.
˜No, for a thousand crowns, not him!"
He whispered, while our eyes were dim.
Poor Dick! bad Dick! our wayward son”
Turbulent, restless, idle one”
Could he be spared?
Nay, He who gave
Bade us befriend him to the grave;
Only a mother's heart could be
Patient enough for such as he;
˜And so," said John, ˜I would not dare
To take him from her bedside prayer."

Then stole we softly up above,
And knelt by Mary, child of love;
˜Perhaps for her ˜twould better be,"
I said to John. Quite silently
He lifted up a curl that lay
Across her cheek in a wilful way,
And shook his head: ˜Nay, love, not thee,
The while my heart beat audibly.

Only one more, our eldest lad,
Trusty and truthful, good and glad,
So like his father. ˜No, John, no!
I cannot, will not, let him go."

And so we wrote, in courteous way,
We could not give one child away;
And afterward toil lighter seemed,
Thinking of that of which we dreamed,
Happy in truth that not one face
Was missed from its accustomed place;
Thankful to work for all the seven,
Trusting the rest to One in heaven."

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Jacob Opheikens and Della (Derkje) Walters

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