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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

IS THERE A GOD? (An address delivered by R. Verne McCullough over Radio Station KSL in 1928)

This is my great grandfather, R. Verne McCullough.
Raymond Verne McCullough with hat
Raymond Verne McCullough
Raymond Verne McCullough
Raymond Verne McCullough


In 1928, at the age of 36, he gave an address on KSL Radio, called "Is There A God?"

Forty-one years later, President Harold B. Lee sent a letter to R. Verne McCullough's wife, referring to this address:

THE COUNCIL OF THE TWELVE 47 E. SOUTH TEMPLE STREET SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH 84111
May 29, 1969
Mrs. R. Verne McCullough 304 East 1st South Salt Lake City, Utah
Dear Irene:
First, may I thank you for permitting me to have a visit with Verne, This radio address reminded me of a series of talks that he gave on the radio in a kind of running debate with one of the young ministers whose name has escaped me. Verne was a great "defender" of the faith with his brilliant legalistic mind. He seemed to revel in projecting the doctrines of the Church and pointing out the errors and weaknesses which were foreign to true doctrine.
This address is one which would make an appeal to scholars like the Princeton University professors. It is well documented with statements from recognized scholars as 'well as his own personal witness which he speaks of as "heart-knowledge" which means in the language of another, things the heart understands beyond what the mind knows.
I would think this would be something you might wish to give to your own children and grandchildren to remember Verne, and possibly to hand out to the sophisticated doubters in our day of great challenge and upheaval.
I would certainly encourage you to send it along as requested by the Princeton University Library. I would find nothing to criticize and much to commend.
May the Lord continue to bless you during these days when memories such as these will recall the tremendous capacity which your husband manifested in so many ways.
Please accept my commendation for this privilege you have granted and be assured always of our deep affection for you and Verne and your family.
Sincerely yours, Harold B. Lee

I have typed up the radio address here for Verne's posterity to read and treasure as President Harold B Lee suggested. (If you would like a PDF copy of this address, just e-mail me at marie.familyhistory@gmail.com)

IS THERE A GOD?
(An address delivered by R. Verne McCullough over Radio Station KSL in 1928)

            “He that cometh to God must believe that He is, and that He is a rewarder of them that diligently seek Him,” spake Paul the Apostle to the Hebrew saints.
            The wave of indifference, infidelity and atheism, which is sweeping the centers of higher learning with its baneful influences on the uncultured as well as the cultured minds of America and Great Britain, has created considerable alarm in religious circles. 
            No longer are we justified in lulling ourselves into security of God’s existence under the cloak of the time-worn declaration that the existence of God does not admit of being proved; nor are we justified in deriding the attempts of thinking students to curb the ever-growing tendency to infidelity.  One thoughtful writer has said:
            “Proofs for the existence of God coincide with the grounds for the belief in God; they are simply the real grounds for the belief established and expounded in a scientific manner.  If there be no such proofs, there are also no such grounds; and a belief which has no ground, if possible at all, can be no proper belief, but an arbitrary self-made, subjective opinion.”
            If we would advance in religion, it must be, not by getting rid of our belief in God, but by getting deeper and wider views of His character and operations, and by conforming our hearts and lives more sincerely and faithfully to our knowledge.
            To reinforce our convictions of God’s existence, and to arrest the insidious inroads of modern infidelity in the minds of the younger generation, I address myself to the subject, “Does God exist?”
            The Bible does not offer arguments to prove the existence of Deity, but it gives us a picture of the world with God at work in it, which devout religious folk appreciate and instinctively recognize as true.  May I suggest, however, that the whole need no physician, but to doubting minds, comparable to my own, this treatise is offered.
            There are two methods of investigating a problem.  The first method is that used by orthodox religious individual, who begins his research with certain well-defined conclusions, and then searches for facts to support them.  The second method is that employed by the careful scientific thinker who, like a little child, untrammeled by pre-conceptions, follows where the facts lead him, irrespective of previously wrought out opinions or beliefs.  To those friends listening on the air tonight, who have nothing in common with revealed religion, I ask you in all candidness to forget whatever bias or prejudice you may have, and investigate this problem with a scientific untrammeled mind.
            We will first consider the issue in relation to man’s understanding, and then its message in relation to his deeper feelings and emotions.  Time will only permit the setting up of a few guide posts pertaining to this all important question.
            One of the oldest and yet basic evidences of God’s reality is the general consent of mankind to His existence.  The conception of God and its kindred ideas of religion seem to have been intricately interwoven into the thought and action of all races of men.
            Plutarch summed up the argument in this wise:
            “If you search the world, you may find cities without walls, without letters, without kings, without money; but no one ever saw a city without a Deity, without a temple, or without prayers.”
            This universal idea of God’s existence is aptly stated by Aristotle:
            “What seems true to some wise men is somewhat probable; what seems true to most or all wise men is very probable; what most men, both wise and unwise, assent to, still more resembles truth; but what men generally consent in has the highest probability, and approaches so near to demonstrated truth, that it may pass for ridiculous arrogance and self-conceitedness, or for intolerable obstinacy and perverseness to decry it.”
            The whole world, it is urged, must surely be right.
            The design argument is one of the most ancient and yet convincing of all.  Where there is a design there must be a designer.  In other words, the architecture of Heaven denotes directing intelligence just as surely as the contrivances of men.  For what is meant by design?  Contrivance: the adaptation of means to an end.  “Such adaptation,” says a thoughtful writer, “indicates contrivance for given purpose, and contrivance is the evidence of intelligence, and intelligence is the attribute of mind, and the intelligent mind that built the stupendous universe is God.”
            Everywhere in nature is the evidence of an intelligent designer.  When rain falls on the soil of a field adapted for vegetable growth, the filtration of rainwater through the soil does not disturb one particle of all nutritive matter which it contains available for vegetable growth, such as potash, silicic acid, ammonia, etc.  The most intermittent rain is unable to abstract from it (except by the mechanical action of floods) any of the chief requisites for its fertility. The particle of mould not only firmly retains all matter nutritive to vegetable growth, but also immediately absorbs such as are contained in the rainwater.  Did blind chance bring about such a condition, or is there intelligent super vision over the organic adaptations of nature?
            The evidences of a supreme designer crowd still more upon the vision when we come to the human mind.  “What can be more absurd,” asks Montesquieu, “than to imagine that a blind fatalistic force has produced human beings?”
            Robert Flint states:
            “The complicated and refined adjustments of the body to the mind, and of the mind to the body, are so numerous and interesting that their study has now become the task of a special class of scientific men.  A very little disorder in the organization of the brain, such as even microscopic postmortem examination may fail to detect, suffices to cause hallucinations of the senses, to shake intellect from the throne, to paralyze the will, and to corrupt the sentiments and affections.  How precise and skillful must the adjustment be between the sound brain and the sane mind.  Who sufficiently realizes the mystery of wisdom which lies in the familiar fact that the mind, by merely willing to use the members of the body, sets in motion instantaneously and unconsciously, without effort and without failure, cords, and pulleys and levers, joints and muscles, of which it only vaguely, if at all, surmises the existence?  The laws of our various appetencies, affections, and emotions, and their relation to their special ends or objects, the nature of the several intellectual faculties and their subservience to mental culture, and still more the general constitution of the mind as a system consisting of a multitude of powers under the government of reason and conscience, present to us vast fields filled with evidences of Divine Wisdom.”
            What is this great creative director under whose supervision a thinking human machine is made possible? Is it just hazard—chance—or is it more comforting to call it nature? Voltaire, the great French thinker, in discussing this question, took a watch from his pocket, and as he looked upon the same, remarked that he could plainly see a means adapted to an end, denoting contrivance, and that contrivance clearly established to his mind that there was an intelligence behind the contrivance; that intelligence was the attribute of mind, and the intelligent mind who manufactured the watch was the watchmaker; and that man might just as well call the watch the watchmaker as to call nature the universe maker.
            Professor Laurant of Ghent, in the concluding volume of the “Etudes Sur L’Histoire de L’Humanite,” says:
            “What is nature anyway—whence has it this power, this foresight, this intelligence, which are so conspicuous in the course of our destinies? If nature is matter, and nothing but matter, that too is no answer.  Who will believe that matter acts with wisdom—with intelligence?  Where there is intelligent action there must be an intelligent being; therefore nature leads us to God.  Finally, there are those who substitute for nature general laws.  But do not laws suppose a legislator?  And who can this legislator be, if not God?”
            Robert Flint expresses his idea by the following illustration:
            “Throw letters together without thought through all eternity, and you will never make the express thought.  All the letters in the Iliad might have been tossed and jumbled together from morning to night by the hands of the whole human race, from the beginning of the world until now, and the first line of the Iliad would have been still un-composed, had not the genius of Homer been inspired to sing the wrath of Achilles and the war around Troy.  But what is the Iliad to the hymn of creation, and the fame of providence?  Were these glorious works composed by the mere jumbling together of atoms, which were not even prepared beforehand to form things, as letters are to form words, and which had to shake themselves into order without the help of any hand?  Such would be nonsense.”
            Some immature students argue that science explains all through the application of the law of cause and effect and therefore the ideas of God should be relegated to the rubbish heap.  Such reasoning is unsound for the existence of God is entirely out of the domain of natural science. Natural science deals with secondary causes and effects and in nowise challenges the existence of a First Great Cause.  To illustrate:
            An electric lamp shows a light, which light is produced by the passage of electricity through the little thread of carbon, the latter offering a resistance to the electricity—resistance causing the energy of the electricity to be transformed into heat and light.  The electricity is produced from the dynamo, the power of which is imparted by a steam engine.  The steam engine takes up motion from the energy in the coal, which energy is released by combustion.  The coal obtains its chemical energy from the sun, which imparted it to the trees from which the coal originated, or else, perhaps, from the energy inherent in its atoms.  The sun or atoms obtained their energy from the universal energy.  So you see the whole process is a chain of transformations, which transformations or secondary causes and effects are the domain of natural science.  Does it not follow that just as the phenomenon of the electric lamp denotes a supervising intelligence, the electrical engineer, directing the law of cause and effect in the contrivances of men so that--

“In Nature’s most minute design,
The signature and stamp of power divine:
Contrivance intricate, expressed with ease,
Where unassisted sight no beauty sees,
The shapely limb and lubricated joint
Within the small dimensions of a point:
Muscle and nerve miraculously spun,
His might work, who speaks and it is done.
The Invisible, in things scarce seen revealed,
To whom an atom is an ample field.”

            The moral law which reveals itself to conscience is certainly a witness for God. 
            Robert Flint, in his book entitled “Theism,” whose writing I am deeply indebted to, declares:
            “There is probably no living practical belief in God which does not begin with the conscience.  It is not reasoning on a first cause, nor even admiration of the wisdom displayed in the universe, which makes the thought of God habitually and efficaciously present to the mind.  It is not any kind of thinking nor any kind of feeling excited by the physical universe or by the contemplation of God’s presence, and of His relationship to us.  It is only in and through an awakened and active conscience that we realize our nearness to God—His interest in us, and our interest in Him.  Without a moral nature of our own, we could not recognize the moral character and moral government manifested by Him.  We might tremble before His power, or we might admire his skill, but His righteousness would be hidden from us, His moral laws would be meaningless to us, and their sanctions would be merely a series of physical advantages or physical disasters.  But a God without righteousness is no true God, and the worship which has no moral element in it is no true worship.  As, then, it is only through the glass of conscience that the righteousness of God can be discerned, and as that attribute alone can call forth, in addition to the fear, wonder, and admiration evoked by power and intelligence, the love, the sense of spiritual weakness and want, and the adoring reverence, which are indispensable in true worship—such worship as God ought to receive and man out to render—the significance of the moral principle in the theistic argumentation is vast indeed.”
            Without further elaboration, the existence of conscience in every human being obviously infers the existence of a supreme moral governor who will reward or punish us according to our works—otherwise why conscience—if annihilation is our lot. Were there no God, there ought to be no fear of God awakened even by crime; but atheism itself cannot protect a criminal when alive to his guilt from being haunted and appalled by fears of a judgment and a justice more terrible than those of man.
            The heart-knowledge of the existence of Deity to each individual who has it, is most convincing.  I know there is God because I know Him.  I experience in prayer, mediation and sorrow a conviction which comes from more tangible evidences.  The objector is open to say, “You assert you have this feeling.  I am willing to admit your sincerity, but you may be the victim of an illusion.  All I can say is that I have no such feeling myself.”  It might be adequate to reply that my convictions are corroborated by thousands of thinking students who have felt similar convictions, many of whom have been willing to seal their convictions with their life’s blood.
            Ralph Waldo Emerson beautifully illustrates this heart knowledge of God in the last verse of his poem “Goodbye, Proud World.”

“Oh when I am safe in my sylvan home,
I mock at the pride of Greece and Rome;
And when I am stretched beneath the pines,
Where the evening star so holy shines,
I laugh at the lore and the pride of man,
At the sophist schools, and the learned clan;
For what are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?”

            The supreme efforts of reason, science and philosophy have proved inadequate to supply the all-convincing evidence of God’s existence.  The heart-touching lamentation of the brilliant agnostic, Robert G. Ingersoll, uttered at the grave of his brother, is indicative of this fact.  In this now famous oration, Ingersoll states:
           
            “Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities.  We strive in vain to look beyond the heights.  We cry aloud and the only answer is the wail of our echoing cry.  From the voiceless lips of the un-replying dead there comes no word.”
            The doleful conclusions of Dean Mansel are interesting in further pointing out the inadequacy of human reasoning to satisfy the heart yearnings for immortality.  After a lifetime of study, Mansel writes:
            “The conception of the Absolute and Infinite, from whatever side we view it, appears encompassed with contradictions.  There is a contradiction in supposing such an object to exist, whether alone or in conjunction with others; and there is a contradiction in supposing it not to exist.  There is a contradiction in conceiving it as one; and there is a contradiction in conceiving it as many.  There is a contradiction in conceiving it as personal; and there is a contradiction in conceiving it as impersonal.  It cannot without contradiction, be represented as active; nor, without equal contradiction, be represented as inactive.  It cannot be conceived as the sum of all existence; nor can it be conceived as a part only of that sum.”
            Natural religion needs revealed religion to complete it.  This revelation is focused in the divine human figure of Jesus Christ, foretold and expected in the Old Testament, present to teach and work in the New, and even in modern times appeared as a glorious immortal God with His Father to the Prophet Joseph Smith. 
            The truth that God exists and is really a Father, with all a Father’s love toward the children of men, is my earnest and sober testimony.

  
(The foregoing is an address delivered by R. Verne McCullough over Radio Station KSL in 1928)
(Typed by Marie Arnold 5-28-2014)


Thursday, September 20, 2012

Travelling with toddlers




A picture may say a 1000 words...but let's add just a few to expand the story...

Verne and Irene McCullough's early travelling with two toddlers in the 1920s.

Bring your own food.  There is no fast food.

Air Conditioning?--Roll down the...wait...there are no windows!

Once they stopped in Las Vegas...at that time it was ONLY a gas station.  

Two children in diapers.  No disposables back then. Irene would wash the diapers in water they brought with them and hang them to dry on various parts of the car!

Bring a tent. Each night they would CAMP next the the car.

How do you entertain two toddlers on a trip back then? 
Wish I could ask them.

No more complaints about travelling from me.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Yale Avenue Home


A long time ago Leslie McCullough Cates sent me this wonderful file to share. I am finally sharing it. Sorry for the long wait.

This document includes many pictures and stories about the home on Yale Crest where Verne and Irene McCullough lived. Leslie's dad, R.V., was one of their sons. Verne & Irene's children who lived here included: Pauline, Stan, Beth, Gerry, Joan, & R.V.

Here is the document she created: Yale Avenue Home

Enjoy!!!

Thank you Leslie!!!

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Memorial Day

Are you headed to the cemetery this weekend?

If so, this list might be of interest to you.

A few months ago I thought it would be interesting to find out where our ancestors are buried. I had some information, but I started seeking out more. Many of our ancestors are buried in Salt Lake City Cemetery, but as that is an enormous cemetery, I found out the grave “addresses” as well.

I aspire to taking my children up there this summer to find and take pictures of all of the grave markers…but if any of you get there first…send me the pictures!

Here I have listed all of the names of our grandparents in each generation, some of which I have yet to find out exactly where they are buried. If you know…PLEASE let me know, so I don’t have to try and research it all.

I have changed the font to Green for Salt Lake City Cemetery Information.

I have much more information about all these people, but here I have only included Burial Information that I have. I have also linked some of the names to other posts I have made about them. So if you click on a name that is underlined, it will take you to more information about that person.


Grandparents

Jay Harold HENDERSON
buried 15 Jan 1977 in Salt Lake City Cemetery West 13_149_1E
Beth Maurine MCCULLOUGH
buried 12 Jan 2002 in Salt Lake City Cemetery West_13_149_2E

Great Grandparents

Nicholas Thomas HENDERSON
buried in Wastch Lawn Memorial Park, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah
Alice Matilda JENSEN
buried 29 Jul 1980 in Wastach Lawn Memorial Park, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah,


Raymond Verne MCCULLOUGH
buried 21 Apr 1970 in Salt Lake City Cemetery, Park_41_25_4W
Irene CALLISTER
buried 20 Jul 1976 in Salt Lake City Cemetery Park_41_25_3W


2nd Great Grandparents

Alexander Shellington HENDERSON
buried in Riverton, Salt Lake County, Utah
Almira Heath SILCOCK
buried 1 Dec 1896 in Riverton, Salt Lake County, Utah


Jens Peder JENSEN
buried in Cresent Cemetery 27_4_4, Sandy, Salt Lake County, Utah
Ane PEDERSON
buried in Cresent Cemetery 27_4_3, Sandy, Salt Lake County, Utah


William Morris MCCULLOUGH
buried in Salt Lake City Cemetery PARK_41_25_4E
Ruth Susan Independence KEYSOR
buried in Salt Lake City Cemetery PARK_41_25_5E


Edward Henry CALLISTER
buried 27 Nov 1917 in Salt Lake City Cemetery C_13_15_1_S 2
Louisa Jane EDDINGTON
buried 16 Sep 1948 in Salt Lake City Cemetery C_13_15_2_S 2


3rd Great Grandparents

James HENDERSON
Ann Jane SHELLINGTON


Nicholas Thomas Cook SILCOCK
buried 12 May 1906 in Riverton, Salt Lake County, Utah
Jane HEATH
buried 30 Apr 1902 in Riverton, Salt Lake County, Utah


Soren Jens Christiansen JENSEN
buried in Cresent Cemetery 27_1_2, Sandy, Salt Lake County, Utah
Neilsine NYKOBING
buried in Cresent Cemetery 27_1_1, Sandy, Salt Lake County, Utah

Jens Peder LARSEN
Ane Marie CHRISTENSEN


John Samuel MCCULLOUGH
buried 29 Apr 1909 in Salt Lake City Cemetery E_6_2_1E_N2
Louisa MORRIS
buried 18 Apr 1915 in Salt Lake City Cemetery E_6_2_2E_N2


Guy Messiah KEYSOR
buried in Richfield City Cemetery A.20.05.08, Sevier County, Utah
Ruth WYLIE
buried 27 Mar 1891 in Salt Lake City Cemetery E_5_4_5E


Edward CALLISTER
buried in Salt Lake City, Cemetery C_3_1_4W
Ann COWLEY
buried 25 Mar 1915 in Salt Lake City Cemetery C_3_1_2E


William EDDINGTON
buried 6 Mar 1913 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Louisa Sarah BARTON
buried 3 Sep 1891 in Morgan City Cemetery UK_1_9_42

4th Great Grandparents

Isaac HENDERSON
Jane ASKIN.


James SHELLINGTON,
Ellen Ann ANDERSON


John SILCOCK
Anne COOK

John HEATH
buried 8 Sep 1841 in Hanley, Staffordshire, England
Barbara HULME
buried in Pioneer Cemetery, Florence, Douglas County, Nebraska
She died at Winter Quarters 20 October 1846


Jens Christian CHRISTENSEN,
Metti Marie JENSEN


Anders PRAESTIGAARD
Kirstine or Kristine Annie LARSEN.


Laurs PEDERSEN LARSEN
Anne JENSEN


Christen Pedersen MUNK
Ane Marie or Maren CHRISTENSEN.



Samuel MCCULLOUGH
Janet HAMILTON


John MORRIS
buried 1 Jun 1882 in Barrowden, Rtlnds, England
Maria Billings LINNEY
buried in Salt Lake City Cemetery P_8_8_5E


Henry Bernard KEYSOR
Elizabeth SCOVILLE


Oliver WYLIE
died in Ireland
Mary Ann GEORGE
buried in Salt Lake City


John CALLISTER
buried 11 May 1827 in Kirk German, Isle of Man, England
Ann SHIMMIN


Matthew COWLEY
buried 1 Sep 1853 in St. Louis, Missouri
Ann QUAYLE
buried 12 May 1877 in Salt Lake City Cemetery I_19_10_1W


James EDDINGTON
buried 10 Jun 1852 in Mile End Cemetery, Protsea, England
Eliza SEATON
buried in Mile End Cemetery, Protsea, England


William BARTON
Charlotte Maria HAYLES

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Never a dull moment with Verne...

Paul Callister's account the "South Seas" is 22 typed pages in length. The following is the last excerpt I am going to include on the blog. Most of his writing describes scenery and things he and his wife did on the trip. If any one is interested in reading the entire "South Seas" trip, e-mail me and we will get you a copy as I haven't transcribed it all.

This excerpt comes from their time in Honolulu where they stayed at the famous Moana Hotel.

"Sunday we attended Sunday school. It was one of the most interesting classes I have ever attended. Although the teacher, who was a medical man, didn't agree with everything Verne said, the class ended in a beautiful spirit. There is never a dull moment with Verne. He can get excited and into an argument quicker than any man I ever knew. The manager of the Moana was told off last night and told how to run a hotel but Verne is Verne and will meet all comers in an argument. Yesterday at breakfast he got the waitress so confused she dropped her tips in his bran flakes; boy did that liven things up.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

The South Seas-Purchases

This is an another excerpt from Paul Callister's writings about their trip to the South Seas. They were on the Fiji Islands at this point:

"Verne and I hired a cab to take us to the L.D.S. meeting house. It is by far the most beautiful church on the island and it only has one hundred and twenty-four members. It is new and the stone work is of coral, modern in every way with a steeple extending into the blue.

On our way back we stopped off in town to do some shopping. Verne is a great help to one trying to make a purchase. He loves an argument and would get into one with every shop keeper over their prices. The stores are mostly run by natives of India. As the Chinese were the shop owners in Tahiti and controlled the wealth, here in Suva the Indians are the wealthy class. You can bargain with the Chinese, but the Indian is different, he has one price an that is it..."

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

The South Seas by Paul Callister Part 1

It is time to tell a story again.

The following was written by Paul Callister, Irene Callister McCullough’s brother, about a trip they went on to the South Seas. As it is quite a long story…here is Part 1….

The South Seas

Getting Ready to Leave and a Funny Moment on the Train

Anticipation often leads one into the far corners of the earth and I had often thought of traveling to the South Seas where I had been told that palms and ferns grew profusely. In the winter time I have longed for the warmth of ocean sands and warm ocean breezes and anticipation has now given birth to reality for here Mary and I are on the S.S. Monterey with Verne and Irene (McCullough) and Walter and Margaret Latshaw.

In August, when the trip was first mentioned, I was confined at home from a condition brought on by not keeping the Word or Wisdom. Mary loves such trips as much as I do and was for it from the start. Preparing for a vacation of this magnitude gave her much joy in things she loves to do, shopping and more shopping. When we made our reservations, January 11th seemed so far away and I wondered at the time if I would be strong enough by then to make the trip for I could hardly make my way around the house. The body soon mends if given a chance and strength returns where it has been dissipated away. Health is such a precious thing and yet we think little of it until suddenly deprived of the precious gift. Days, weeks, months passed fast. Mary had all of her bags packed before Christmas.

On January 7th we left Ogden for San Francisco. Paul (my son) and his wife Elenore drove Verne, Irene, Mary and I to Ogden to catch the train. We had decided to leave Salt Lake at 5 o’clock to give us plenty of time to make the thirty-eight miles to Ogden, but when we called to pick up the McCulloughs, Verne was just repacking one of his suit cases, looking for a pair of gloves, here we lost fifteen minutes. I had forgotten my rubbers so another five minutes was squandered going back to our house and then we had to go to the Kearns Building for Verne’s rubbers. We lost more than thirty minutes of precious time but we made it to the Ogden Depot just in time to get aboard the train; thanks to my boy Paul’s good driving.

No trip was ever taken that didn’t have its funny parts. Verne started this one out by leaving his ticket home. He is so meticulous how others do, that he often forgets about himself. On the train he put his watch on backwards and read from the illuminated dial in his upper berth 7:30 AM instead of 1:30 AM. Out of his berth he climbs and shaves, washes, dresses, eats an apple and hurries Irene out of her berth, fearful he would be too late for breakfast.

He walks into the club car, all dark with the brake man dozing in a chair. He wakes the brakeman and asks where all the people are and was told in their berths asleep where they should be, but Verne, in his mild manner, says they should be up as it is after eight o’clock. The brakeman looked at Verne and then his own watch and told Verne that his watch read 2:30 AM. When Verne saw his mistake he went back to his room and told Irene of his mistake. Irene said she thought it was one of the shortest nights she had ever slept through. They both undressed and went back to bed.


To be continued...

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Picture & Story of the Week: February 11, 2009 Irene Callister McCullough



The following was written by Gerry Ebert about this picture. Thank you so much for sharing!!!

"I don't know where the picture of my mother was taken. I assume it was in front or on the side of her house on G Street. I'm not even sure if she was married or not. I keep getting the feeling that it might be her on her wedding day. She also said that she weighed 98 pounds when she got married...She told me that to let me know and for her to remember that she was not always overweight. "

Items of note:
Irene & Verne were married 27 Sept 1917
Irene was almost 25 when she got married.

Friday, November 7, 2008

Irene Callister McCullough

This picture is of my Great Grandmother Irene Callister (before she was a McCullough). She was about 18 years old in 1910.

Life is full of contrasts! The following is from the "Life Story" that Marene Ebert put together about Irene. It shows a different side of her than this picture depicts.

“As a teenager around Halloween, Mother and her best friend would dress up in their fathers' pants (girls did not wear pants in those days) and after dark would run through the neighborhood and tip over all the ‘out houses’. She and her friend wore their fathers' pants on other occasions...Mother said that she and her friend learned to jump the six foot fences as fast and as well as any of the boys in the neighborhood and never did get caught. One night Mother was dressed in one of her father’s best suits and as she and her friend, also dressed in her father’s clothes, were walking down the hill, she saw her father coming home from work. He had got off the street car and was walking up the hill from South Temple. As he was going on a trip the next day, he had gone to the bank and had quite a bit of money on him. As he was walking up the hill, he saw these “two bums” (actually Mother and her friend) walking toward him. Thinking they were going to rob him, he gave them a shove, knocking them down into the mud as he ran past them. Later that evening, when Mother came home with his best suit on, dirty and torn, he was so glad that he had not hurt her, that he wasn’t even angry with her.”
Gerry McCullough Ebert
Irene's birthday is November 8th. She was born in 1892. It would have been incredible to know her from her "out house tipping" days to those that the following was said of her:
“I remember that three months before she died at the age of 84, she gave a book review to a group to which I was invited. She spoke for about 45-60 minutes, not using a note. She had a tremendous memory and a thirst for knowledge of things of worth. She was not interested in reading trivial things. She was a peacemaker. My father had many good qualities, but he also had a bad temper and would blow up often. My mother was never a doormat, but at the same time, she would never lower herself to shout or argue. I admired her for this and I’ve always wished I could be more like her. I loved to talk to her about the Gospel and the scriptures. I know of no woman and very few men as well read and versed in the scriptures as my mother.”
Beth McCullough Henderson

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Raymond Verne McCullough

I just love this picture of my Great Grandfather, Raymond Verne McCullough.

He was born October 12, 1892. He would have been 116 this week! He went by his middle name, Verne.

Raymond Verne McCullough was an accomplished lawyer.

Here is a case my mom & I have heard family share. If we have any details mixed up...or if you know some more stories that would be fun to share, e-mail funseekerfamilyhistory@gmail.com.

One case he had involved a murder charge against a woman for killing her husband with a butcher knife.

The pathologist for the prosecution explained how she must have stabbed him at close range in the kitchen. However, she said she threw the knife at him from across the room.

During the trial, Verne (the defense lawyer) led the patholgist through a series of questions about things that will bring the heart to the surface--such as when a person is breathing heavily, raising ones arms or if one is yelling.

His final demonstration was piercingly convincing! He brought a similar knife to show the jury. Suddenly from across the room he threw the knife into the wall near the jury. With the knife sticking into the wall, he told the jury to think about it. (He had practiced for some time throwing the knife in his basement to be sure he could throw accurately and have a chance to convince the jury.)

The jury was convinced, she was declared "not guility" was released.

To read more about this trial go to: http://www.carbon-utgenweb.com/history7.html#powell
Thank you to Leslie Cates for e-mailing this information!

Friday, July 4, 2008

Picture of the Week: July 4, 2008

Born on July 4, 1870--138 years ago today--here she is:
Ruth Susan Independence Keysor,
who married William Morris McCullough.
They are the parents of Raymond Verne McCullough
who married Irene Callister.



This was Ruth Susan Independence Keysor McCullough's home in Salt Lake City.

It is on 11th East between Harvard & Princeton Streets.


Thank you to Gerry & Dick Ebert who took this picture in July 2007.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Pictures of the Week 6-10-2008


John McCullough
John McCullough was born in Dollar, Clackmannon, Scotland. He was baptized there 9 February 1849. He came to Utah with the Willie Handcart Company in 1856. He later spoke of the difficult crossing and how he had to bury bodies by covering them with snow. He was between 20 and 22 years old at the time, travelling alone as far as we know. He was described in one source has a "short dandy legged Scot with broug too thick to understand."

John McCullough is the father of William Morris McCullough, who is the father of Raymond Verne McCullough, who is the father of Beth Maurine McCullough who married Jay Harold Henderson.


A view of John McCullough home town Dollar, Scotland from a castle above the town.











The church in Dollar, Scotland.
The cemetery in Dollar, Scotland. Most likely this is where John McCullough's ancestors are buried. Unfortunately, no one is allowed into the cemetery because the stones are in danger of falling over.
Thanks to Lee & Pam McCullough who took shared these pictures they took on their trip to Scotland last year.