(Note: this was compiled by Christine Dent before Mozell died and found in papers of Gary and Rebecca Walker; based on physical format of document, I surmise it was typed at the same time as her personal reminiscence which was Dec 1987; (digitized by Susan Carey Aug 2013 from 8.5×14 pages in possession of Gary & Rebecca Walker))
My Memories of Milton Boman
By Mozell Boman
Milton Boman was born on 22 March 1900, at Lewiston, Utah. He was a seven month baby, his older brother Golden being only ten months older. The two brothers were weaned at the same time, Golden being raised on a bottle. We do not know how he got his name, unless it was from the poet “Milton”.
Milton was the ninth of fourteen children. His father was John William Boman and his mother was Elizabeth Brower. The children are as follows: William Ariah Boman, Robert Webster Boman, John Clarence Boman, Elmer Boman, Florence Boman Glover, Joseph Ray Boman, Hannah Boman Allred Pitcher, Phoebe Boman Pitcher, Delectia Boman Karren, Alice Boman Pond, Golden Boman, Milton Boman, Reynold Clawson Boman and Elizabeth Boman Weaver.
Milton told how he had a little cap he loved dearly. His older brothers would tease him until he would cry. They would hide it. He had poor health while young, so stayed in the home washing floors and etc., until he was strong enough to work out in the field. He had a very stern father, who taught them to work. He got the girls and boys up early in the morning. If they didn’t get up they would get a bucket of water tossed on them. His father use to say Milton knows exactly where and when to dump the hay. His father worked very hard to get water to irrigate the land. He wanted water and land enough for all his sons to have a farm. However in the end none of them kept any of the land. Milton and Golden handled the gravel and mixed it in a hand mixer for the new home their father was building. Milton and I lived in part of the old home for quite a few years, until we acquired to many children. (Phoebe and Golden lived in the rest of the home) The big farm was Milton’s, where they milked cows, feed steers and etc. They put the hay in the loft. My sister and I always cooked lunch and took out to them at 10:00. Milton was a very handsome fellow, and had a magnetic personality. He has told me that they had a teacher his dad didn’t like so he took them out of the Wheeler school (which use to be across the street from Verden’s farm) and transferred them to the Lewiston town school.
As each of the boys grew up their father gave them a horse of their own, paid them a wage and bought them single buggies. Milton’s horse was Old Queen, who was a very fast horse. She would hardly let you get into the buggy, then would go so fast all the way. Milton’s sister wanted to go to Cornish to a dance. They didn’t want to go but Milton’s and Golden’s father made them take her. They had their horses on the sleigh and took her. That night they met my sister Phoebe and me. He took us home in the sleigh and kissed me good night. He always said after that kiss he knew that I would be the girl he would marry. This was during the holidays, and he made a date for New Years. We went steady for two years and were married in the Logan Temple 2 October 1918. I got the flu that was so bad after World War One. I lost my starting of a baby. So many people lost their wives or they miscarriaged. [sic] Anyway there were four us in the large bed room. One of his sisters took care of all of us.
Back, to our honeymoon, we had one night in the Eccles Hotel, then two days and we were back to hauling beets, digging them I should say. After five years we built a large home, where the orchard was. I should say that before our marriage, he moved with his brother to Logan and completed one year of school. It was called the B.Y. college.
We finally ended up in Quincy Washington. We ran an A&W Rootbeer drivein, and farmed. Milton was in the Sunday School superintendency and a ward teacher in Quincy. Milton was a good car driver. He didn’t seem to have any fear. He would get out of a snow bank or whatever on his own. He could be so gentle and sweet, and generous. When my back got bad I couldn’t move either way. He went to the drug store and bought me a heating pad and a magazine. I recall writing my sister in Lewiston how I felt like a queen,being so royally treated. He had also told Becky to not leave me but to stay home from school and care for me. He was working at the sugar factory. Of course I insisted she go to school. We could ride for miles and not say a word, knowing that each other was there. I loved him and he me.
Added by compiler:
Milton and Mozell were divorced and Milton later married Riva Ann Riley on 29 March, 1964. They lived in Washington. Milton passed away at the age of 76 years, 10 July 1976. He and Mozell were the parents of eight children.
Memories of my Mother-in-law
By Mozell Boman
Fannie Elizabeth Brower was born on 24 July 1866 at Richmond, Utah. Her father’s name is Ariah Coates Brower. Her mother’s name is Hannah Thompson. I remember her being a good mother. She was so clean with her home. She taught each child to do some work at home. She would take a bunch of small ones and a blanket each day and lie down with them so they all had a sleep. She was quick and efficient. She made homemade butter in a churn with a dasher, pack it well, and drive a horse to Richmond and sell the butter for other groceries. While her husband was on a mission to the Northern States she managed the farm and the four older boys who were dating. People said she was the missionary. He was later called on a six months mission. She liked to talk so much and could do so for hours at a time. The family loved her. The family would hold reunions on her husbands birthday, April tenth. We came from Quincy for one. Milton was asked to talk. He said how he loved his mother dearly, and she returned that love. Mother liked to go places. She went to California and stayed with her sister. She enjoyed conversation. She lived in Logan at the last of her life and did Temple work with her husband.
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