bullet Alexis Michael BAILEY Photo was born on 5 Sep 1975 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Parents: John William BAILEY and Robin TEMPLE.

bullet Alvin BAILEY was born on 28 Jan 1856 in Northampton, England. He died on 12 Aug 1930. Parents: William Henry BAILEY and Amelia READ.

bullet Alvin L. BAILEY Photo was born on 17 Jan 1892 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah. He died on 24 Aug 1970 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He resided at 444 E. 39th S. 1943 to 1965 approx in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He was a Grocer/Butcher.
The following is a partial account of Al's earlier life, written in his own words:

I was born in a small log house in Monticello, Utah, January 17, 1892 of humble parents. They had a large family of ten boys and one girl. I was the eighth child and the seventh son. There were no medical doctors in the country at that time. Mrs. Marion F. Bronson was the mid-wife. So I came into the world to face, what I have since found out, both success and failure.

When I was about six years old, I remember in the fall when the grain was threshed, the straw was piled in heaps for use as feed for the livestock. My cousins about my age (the Jones kids) and I, decided to build or dig caves in the straw. We burrowed deep holes in the straw stacks and played games in them. By covering the holes with a small amount of the straw, we could stay hidden for hours.

When I was eight years old, and I realized it was time for me to be baptized, I ran away with a bunch of the other kids the same age. We went down to the old creek called North Montezuma Creek. Henry Rose had a ranch there. The sheep owners of the county of San Juan had built a dipping vat where their sheep were taken to be treated for ticks and a disease called "Scab." At that time, they used a solution made of creosol and water placed in a steel vat and heated to the proper temperature, then drained into a wooden chute about two feet wide and four feet deep. The sheep were then driven into an enclosure and forced into the chute to swim the full length of it. Men were stationed along the sides with forked sticks to push the sheep's heads under to be sure that every part of the animal was treated. Water was very scarce in those days, and Montezuma Creek was the best available source for water so, when it became time to baptize us and our parents found us gone, we were caught down by the dipping vats. Those in charge turned water through the vats and cleaned them out, then proceeded to refill the vats with clean water. The elder in charge took us in one at a time and baptized us on the spot, with of course, the proper authority from the Bishop and the consent of our parents.

My next memory is when Dad came home from a two year Mission for the Church, from England. Mother had been able to care for our large family and still support Dad while he was in the mission field. She had taken in boarders, knitted socks and made quilts, etc. and sold them to support us. She had bought enough cotton flannel to make each of us kids some new underwear for the coming winter and we were all decked out in our new "Union Suits" when Dad came in. I do not remember how he got home, but it had to be by horse and buggy. The next morning we seeded the garden, brought in some peas and new potatoes, so we had a banquet. I don't recall having any meat at that time. After Dad had been home awhile we soon became more prosperous. Dad was soon able to build a new house assisted by Mr. Hibbs, the town carpenter. No heat, no plumbing, but we lived like kings. I recall getting up in the morning many times to find the water in the tea kettle on the stove with the water frozen solid. It was the duty of the boys to get in a supply of firewood at night and we took turns getting up in the morning to start the fire in the kitchen range and the fireplace in the dining room.

It was about this time that I remember there had been a murder committed at La Sal, some forty miles from Monticello. A Dutchman had killed a man by the name of Bill Tibbits who was accused of seeing his wife while he, the Dutchman, was away. The Dutchman was arrested and put in the small log jail house in Monticello. This jail had one small steel cell. We kids used to go down to the jail and look through the window. This prisoner would demonstrate his strength for us by lifting the end of the cell, and we marveled at his great powers. Mother charged her boarders 25¢ for a meal and 25¢ for a nights lodging. At times, two or three of us boys had slept in a 10 by 12 frame shack with five or six cowboys. Among those who shared our sleeping quarters were Henry Goodman, Dave Gadlock, Cooper Martin and Henry Green. All became very wealthy in later life.

It was a big event at our house when the District Court convened. Mother made special arrangements, as she always fed the visiting Judge and the men who came with him. Aunt Manie Jones furnished lodging for the overflow. The morning they brought the prisoner from the little steel jail cell for breakfast, there were two law men sitting at the table with the prisoner. The prisoner made an excuse that he was going to the outhouse and walked out. There was a horse tied at the hitching post in front of the house, saddled and bridled. He quickly mounted the horse and rode off fast, firing a pistol as he rode. I do not know where he got the pistol. It must have been on the horse. He was never seen again in Monticello. At that time, we had only outside toilets. When Dad got back home, he built a two holer so we lived more comfortably.

I was still quite young when my brother Jesse and I found some blasting powder that had been left by some of the miners from the Gold Queen Mill. I do not remember just where we found it. He put it in a little pile and struck a match, then we both leaned over the powder to see if it would burn. Of course it exploded in our faces and burned us badly. Our faces, as they began to heal, scabbed over in one big scab and came off like masks. Fortunately it left no scars or damage to our eyes. All my freckles came off with the scabs, and I was happy about this as my face was covered with freckles before the accident.

From the time I was twelve years old, I rode with my brothers rounding up horses and cattle on the range. When I was about fourteen, I went out one day with one of my older brothers hunting our horses. We made camp early in the day, and I was told to stay there while he went out looking for strays and that he would be back as soon as possible. I waited there alone all day and, as night was coming on, I began to get pretty scared. I had been very lonesome and worried all day, but now I was about to panic. 1 prayed as hard as I knew how and was sure my prayers were answered when my brother rode up just as it was getting real dark. The next day, we rounded up our horses and put them in a roped in corral. After looking them over, we found one that had not been branded, so we roped him and tied him to a gentle horse. We now had ourselves a maverick. We named him Ginger and trained him for a racehorse. He made a real good quarter horse.

It was during the summer of 1908 that Father had been up in the northern part of the State on business and was returning home. The only means of transportation in those days was on horseback or with a team and buggy, and each family supplied their own. It fell to my lot to make the trip to Moab with the family buggy to pick up Father. On hearing that I was going down to meet Dad, Emma Hyde and her daughter Phene (who later became the wife of Harry Preston) arranged to ride to Moab with me. This was a day and a half trip. The first day we would make Kane Springs, then on to Moab the next day. We had left Monticello in the morning and drove to the draw just north of the gap where we stopped for lunch. It was quite a nice level spot, grass knee high where the horses could graze and rest a little. After lunch, I spread a blanket on the ground and gave the horses their oats. While they finished eating and I put the harnesses back on, the girls decided to take a walk down the road, hoping to find some place to get out of sight. The greasewood was quite short and roadside rest stops were nonexistent. They had walked quite a distance to find privacy. I had just finished harnessing the team and squared one of the horses around in his place alongside the buggy tongue. The other horse stood at right angles to the tongue. Their heads were quite close together. I had noticed a small storm cloud coming over the low mesa, which is to the north and west of where we were. Thinking it just might rain, I hurriedly picked up the blanket which the horses had eaten on and folded it for seat cover. Although there was no top on the buggy, we did have our umbrellas for protection from the rain, and they also protected us from the sun as we traveled along.

I had just stepped up on the side of the buggy, in the act of spreading the blanket over the seat, when the lightning struck. It was a very loud clap of thunder and a flash at the same time, striking the horses on the tops of their heads, literally tearing the bridles off. A singed strip about the width of one’s finger was easily traced from the head and branching off and extending down each of the four legs of both horses to the ground. The side of my hat was slightly scorched, and a hole was burned through the buggy seat as the flash went through to the ground. I was knocked backward off the rig to the ground where I lay unconscious for some time. When I come out of it, I looked upon rather a shocking sight. Both horses were dead, they had not made a move. To indicate something of the force of the flash, it had lifted one of the horses right up and over the buggy tongue, and they both laid on the same side of the road, one on top of the other.

The girls continued walking down the road, thinking that I would overtake them any time with the buggy and, when I didn’t show up, they became worried and come back to check just about the time I was recovering from the shock. There we found ourselves out in the middle of nowhere alone, no transportation, and the nearest help was some twenty miles away. Fortunately, it was on a Monday, and the mail carrier passed through there six days a week, bringing the mail from Moab, which normally, was carried on horseback, but on Mondays, they used a two wheeled cart with one horse or mule pulling it. This was because the mail was only delivered Monday through Saturday and, on Mondays, they had two days accumulation, which was too much for one horse to carry along with a rider, so it was necessary to use an extra pack horse or the cart, which required only one horse to handle the load.

Our only hope to get help was to wait for the mail carrier to come along, as it was sometimes days between the times anyone else traveled that road. My brother, Peter, had the mail contract, and I was quite sure I would be able to hitch a ride back to Monticello, which I did. The girls waited there in Dry Valley until help could be sent out from town to continue their journey.

I recall passing by there years later, and someone had hauled in some flat rocks and erected a sort of monument marking the spot where it all happened. Going back to what really happened, I am inclined to think the reason I was not killed along with the horses, as I was within arm’s length of them at the time, is that I was off the ground and I had stepped upon the buggy, and the wheels had wooden spokes which broke the circuit. Had I been touching anything which would form a ground, I would have been killed also. I shall always remember my dear old Mother would never accept this idea. She often told me, "Alvin, it was just not your time to go, the Lord must have something for you to do for which he saved your life." So that is the story. It really was somewhat of a miracle how I could have escaped alive.

When I was sixteen years old, I worked for my brother, Jude (Julius). We hauled material from Thompson Springs, Utah, to Mexican Hat during the Oil Boom of 1908. One oil company had a number of rigs operating at that time. I got a job driving a team of horses with a tank wagon to supply the drilling rigs with fuel. This was the Arcola Oil Co. They drilled only about six or seven hundred feet and found a good flow of oil. During this oil rush, the town of Mexican Hat was established. It was a fair sized tent city at that time. A man from Colorado made a fortune from the oil boom. He built a home down on the river, put in a pumping plant with a tank on top of Mexican Hat rock. The water flowed by gravity to the tent city. They had to have some way to cross the San Juan River so the state appropriated money to build a bridge. I got a job with the construction crew as cook. The men's favorite dish was rice pudding. This I knew how to make, but they complained that I didn't cook the bacon enough, but I soon corrected this. The cooking was all done over a campfire. I soon learned to make pretty good biscuits in a dutch oven.

The steel for the bridge was all brought in from Colorado. I drove a team that hauled some of it. I changed jobs as I found one that paid more money. The engineers figured that the bridge should be built on the level ground on the bank of the river, then pushed across a narrow span of the river. It was assembled on the north bank and was to be moved across on a cable. After starting to move it across, they began the perilous job of landing it on the previously constructed abutment. Soon the bridge was on it's way, carried on cables anchored in solid rock with one exception. The south anchor was not bedded in solid rock sufficiently to hold. The engineers had tons of rock piled on the place where the cable was anchored. When everything was ready and the bridge had started on it's way across the San Juan, everything went according to plan until near two feet of the landing. The cable that was not anchored in the solid rock gave and slipped about eighteen inches. There was bedlam for a few minutes, but there had been allowances in the engineering for this emergency so the bridge sailed across and landed safely.

I felt pretty cocky having been in the Mexican Hat district and coming home with about $600.00 I had accumulated. I remember the gay dances and parties held in the old log Meeting House. I won a prize at a dance doing the "Cake Walk" with Vira Perkins. Vira was a sister of my brother's wife Ruth.

It was about the year 1913 when a local man by the name of Martinez Johnson had moved from his small log building where he operated a general store, to a newly erected building on what was then Main Street. The new building was so poorly constructed it could not keep the rain out. He had no money to rebuild so decided to sell out. I talked to the family about buying it. My brother, Pete, Mother and Dad and a Mr. William Brooks were interested, so we bought Johnson out and we called the new store Bailey & Brooks. This was after we rebuilt the place. Soon after this, I received a call from the Church to go on a mission. I had no money left, having invested all I had in the new store. My oldest brother, Pete, suggested I accept the call. When the call came in the mail, I was down in the field working in the hay. I went home and talked it over with Mother and Dad and then accepted the call. I was nineteen years old at that time. With another boy the same age by the name of Karl Barton, we went to Salt Lake City where we were assigned to the Southern States Mission. Seventeen of us left Salt Lake by train paying our own transportation. I recall the many farms we saw flooded by the fall rains as we traveled through the country. I remember passing the junction of the Mississippi and the Missouri Rivers. It was quite a great sight for a boy brought up in a dry farming country. We transferred at Nashville, Tennessee, about two cars with seventeen Mormon Missionaries. Hotel rooms had been reserved for us in Chattanooga. The rooms were clean enough, but the mosquitoes were terrible. Each bed was equipped with netting that we could pull down over us for protection. The following day, we went to the mission home where we met President Charles A. Callis and his wife. We held a prayer meeting and each elder spoke a few words. We then received our assignments. I was to go with Elder Lewis to a place about twenty miles from Chattanooga. We were traveling as required at that time "without purse or script." At the end of a twenty mile hike, we landed in a little town, I don't remember the name. We each had a few pennies we had saved, so we located a lodging place for 25 cents a night and 25 cents a meal. I was dead tired and real hungry. When dinner was finally ready, we sat down at the table family style. They began to pass the food around, each one filling his plate. When it came to me, I took a generous helping of meat and gravy and everything that came my way. As I started to eat, I uncovered the big shining eyes of a squirrel facing me. This I couldn't take, hungry as I was. Down south I soon learned they cook everything, heads, insides, and what have you. Squirrel was considered a special treat.

From here we began to distribute our Tracts, staying, for the most part, with members of the Church or friends. We walked through the thick jungles of West Tennessee distributing Tracts with much success. When we got discouraged, we knelt down in the woods and prayed. This is a very heavily wooded area, and at that time the settlements were few and far between. I became so homesick I could hardly stand it. I finally decided to give up, tell President Callis I was going home. That night I dreamed I had gone home. Everyone I met on the street turned away from me in disgust. I was so miserable and so disappointed, I felt as if I would give anything in the world to be back in Tennessee. When I woke up, I was the happiest person alive to realize it was only a dream. I was never homesick again. After two years in the Southern States, I was released from my mission and returned home.

The mail from Moab to Monticello at this time was brought in by a mule hitched to a two wheeled cart. Pete Bailey, my brother, had the contract. I drove for him at times when he needed help. It was about this period of my life when the town decided they needed a larger recreation hall. A citizen by the name of Alf Young put up a frame building quite large for those times. He put in floors of native pine instead of hardwood. It was pretty rough for dancing but, after planing it down several times and applying a lot of wax, it wasn't too bad.

I can't remember when I first became aware of Jean. She was just a little pigtailed girl across the street when I left for my mission. When I returned, she had grown up. We had been going together for some time before the big dance just before Christmas holidays. I called for her and we were on our way to the dance walking in the street where wagon tracks had made ruts in the two feet of snow that had fallen the day before. I gave her the engagement ring, and we went on to the dance and, of course, showed the ring to everyone. After our engagement we began thinking of the future. We planned our home and, as I accumulated the money, we started to build. I was making $150 a month which was big money then. Dad gave us the lot, and we hired Dick Garry, who called himself a stone mason, to build the foundation. When I could spare the time, I took the team and wagon and drove up to the rock quarry and got a load of rock. It took several large loads for the foundation. After it was all laid, I hired Henry Carlson and another carpenter by the name of Clarence Bailey (no relation) to build the house. The carpenters found that the foundation was not at right angles, so this had to be corrected.

We went to Thompson Springs in a truck called "The Stage." It was good transportation at that time. Roy Hinman was the driver. We got on the train at Thompson Springs at four o’clock the next morning and arrived in Salt Lake City the next evening. We were married 1 June 1916 in the Salt Lake Temple. While we were in the city, we purchased some furniture. When we got home again, the furniture had not arrived yet so we each went back to our parents’ home for a couple of days. We soon found enough furniture to set up housekeeping in our own home until our own furniture arrived.

After I had returned to Monticello from the mission field, I was asked to be the manager of the Bailey Merc. Co., the Bailey family having bought Mr. Brook's interest in the store. We decided we needed some sidewalks on the block where the store stood. We had the first sidewalks in Monticello built at our own expense. It was a boardwalk and extended from the east corner of Bailey’s store west to what is now known as Main Street. It was built with 2 X 4 X 8 lumber from Charles Burr's Saw mill located in the vicinity of what is now the Dude Ranch. Business went along very well until credit overtook us. We had more charge accounts than our capital investment.

I bought a Dodge car from Tom Botteral Co., in Salt Lake City, one of the first models. I had to transport it by rail to Green River, Utah. Soldier Summit was snowbound and nothing but the train could get through. I picked up the car in Green River and drove it to Monticello over almost impassable roads. There was only one road in Monticello where a car could be driven at that time. From the old schoolhouse west two blocks then picked our way home over dirt and sometimes very boggy places. This Dodge car was the only car in Monticello at that time except a small Model T Ford owned by Jack Nixon, the village blacksmith. I was always a gambler. I made a bet with some of the fellows, my car against a horse to run the length of Main Street. The horse beat. Not long after that, some man in town developed a strangulated hernia. There was no doctor in town, so I was asked to take this man to the railroad at Thompson Springs. It was a rough trip, but we made it in time to catch the only train stopping there for the next twenty four hours. Returning, I was sailing along about twenty five miles an hour, making very good time over the bumpy dirt roads. I got sleepy and dozed and went off the grade. There I was with two wheels off the ground and no traction to pull out. The only tool I had was a screwdriver. Luckily, the car did not tip over, but it slanted badly, I started to chip off the bank with the screwdriver to level the car. It took several hours, but I was finally able to pull out safely.

An enterprising man by the name of Jess Black decided to put a pool hall in Monticello. He bought a strip of land from the Bailey Merc. Co. between the store and the Blacksmith Shop. He made dobies (adobes) of the poorest quality to save money. He got the walls up to the roof before a heavy rainstorm came from the south, with the accompanying wind, and the entire south wall dissolved. He was broke and couldn't rebuild, so I traded my car and with some cash to Jess Black for his building and property. I had the south wall removed and replaced with lumber and plaster and made it quite nice. I went to Sa1t Lake and got two new pool tables and a player piano. I met considerable opposition, especially from George Adams who was at that time either in the Stake Presidency or the Bishopric. I do not remember which. He considered a pool hall an evil influence in the town, but I went ahead with my plans. I did pretty well. My brother Ralph was working with me in the store, and we decided, rather than to keep the pool hall open all day, we would just open it up in the late afternoon and evening so one of us would take care of it while the other stayed at the store. This worked out fine. Sometimes we would take in ten or twelve dollars a day which we considered good business. On special occasions, we converted it into a dance hall. We would slide the pool tables into a corner, and the young folks would dance to the music of the player piano. Bill Hyde wanted to buy out our pool hall, so we sold it to him for $7,000.

I was getting tired of the store business, having been at it for about ten years. I imagined I would like a big farm with purebred stock, modern machinery, and a fancy horse to ride around on and supervise. My brother Jude had a large farm he wanted to sell. I had accumulated a few thousand dollars so I paid off his obligations at the bank and bought the farm. I had to spend considerable money to get it into the shape I wanted it. At one time I had as many as fifty Indians working, grubbing the sage brush off the land. By the next year, I had 500 acres under cultivation, all in crops. I had bought some sheep and hogs and a purebred Holstein cow called Princess from the Utah State Farm agent, Mr. Stott. In stocking the farm, I paid up to $35.00 a head for brood sows. Things went fine the first year. I took a truckload of hogs to Dolores, Colorado, and received $1,100 for them. I went to Cortez, Colorado, and purchased a pair of Belted Hampshire’s hogs, the only ones in San Juan County. My first crop was mostly oats. I contracted with the Moab Garage Co. to buy my entire crop for $1.00 a bushel. At that time, the County was grading the roads from Moab to Thompson Springs. This was all done with teams of horses, plows, and scrapers. The Moab Garage had the contract for this work.

While on the farm, I bought a steam tractor to run the threshing machine and did custom threshing. One time coming from a farm east of us to another job, we ran out of wood to fire the boiler. We were forced to gather dry sagebrush for fuel but we made it. Soon our men with a wagon load of wood arrived, so we steamed up and proceeded to the next farm. I sold my wool the first year for 68¢ a pound, hogs brought 21 cents and grain $l.00 a bushel. The banks were eager to loan money and, with my operation, I would occasionally borrow some. In the meantime, the bottom dropped out of the market. Wool dropped to 18 cents over night. Hogs went for 4-1/2 cents, hardly enough to pay to truck them to the railroad, and of course the banks demanded their money. I could do nothing but liquidate. I disposed of my sheep, but figured hog raising could still pay. I had built up my stock to about five hundred head, which was sold for $1.00 a head. Practically broke, I salvaged enough to pay my obligations, leaving me with only our home.

Al is our Grandfather Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG.

He was married to Leona Jean WALTON on 1 Jun 1916 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah.
Alvin and Jean lived several places in Utah while raising their two boys. They eventually bought a home on 39th S. near 5th E. in Salt Lake.

After retirement, they moved into downtown Salt Lake where they had a modest apartment.

The following describes some of their life during the depression, in Al's words:

In 1917 during the World War One, I took a group of recruits to Green River to be inducted into the army. I tried to volunteer but, because I was married and had two children and was so extensively engaged in farming, which was considered essential to the war effort, I was turned down, so I am not a World War veteran. Soon after the War was the beginning of the Depression. Being broke, I found a job with the U.S. Vanadium Co. in Dry Valley. I stayed with them until they folded up. Stranded again, I got together enough money to get to Salt Lake City, looked around for a job, but found none. I remembered a missionary companion I had in the Southern States Mission, Alma Simmons. I knew he had a business at Driggs, Idaho. I was short of money but, nevertheless, I put in a long distance call. Simmons said he had three grocery stores and meat markets, one in Driggs, one in Tetonia, and one in a mining camp called Sam. This was the only coal mine in the state. Simmons, knowing of my background as a grocer and meat cutter, said to come to Driggs, and I could work in one of his stores. So, with what I had left, I got a ticket to Idaho Falls, transferred there to a train to Driggs. After paying for a room in Idaho Falls and paying the train fare to Driggs, I had nothing left. Passing through Salt Lake City in early June, I had bought myself a cheap straw hat. I reached Driggs about noon. Simmons met me. Delighted with the reunion of so many years since our missionary experience he insisted that we tour his stores, not knowing I had eaten nothing all day. We visited his markets, and we went to his home in Driggs where his wife had prepared dinner. Needless to say, I enjoyed it very much. The next morning, we went to the Driggs market. Here I was installed as manager with a salary of $25.00 a week, half of which was withheld for stock in the Simmons Stores.

After I had accumulated a few dollars, I sent for Jean and the boys. We found a small furnished house that we rented. The Bishop of the Mormon Church in Driggs was the cashier of the Bank where we did our business. Jean came down to the store to help out when I had to go to the slaughter house to kill and dress a beef. The liver we considered worthless, but I had one customer who would come to the store, and I would give him a piece,- no charge. This was during the prohibition years. I had the bootleggers bring me a quart or a pint of their product, and it always came in a fruit jar. That accounts for the mark I acquired across the bridge of my nose. The same fellows brought me a bear one time. When it was dressed out, it looked like a pig. I did not taste the meat, but was told it was delicious. To stimulate business, Mr. Simmons put on a Coupon deal. He gave his customers a book of coupons redeemable at any of his stores. Our Driggs store, however, got most of these customers. This was good at the end of the month when the Sam Mine would pay the Driggs store, and the Store could then pay off its obligations. But, eventually, the crash came. The mine could not pay its debts, and we had between six and seven thousand dollars in coupons. We could not pay our bills, so the creditors came in and took over all three stores. With Mr. Westerburg who had been manager of the Tetonia Store, I went to Idaho Falls. There, we contracted the Sutton Bros. who had three stores, two in Idaho Falls and one in Shelly, a town about eight miles from Idaho Falls. Tom Sutton hired both of us. Westerburg went to Shelly, and I took the Riverside store. I worked there as a meat cutter almost two years.

One day a Mr. Harvey Sewell came into the store and, after looking around awhile, came over to me and said, "Are you satisfied with this job?" I said that I had been looking around for something better. He said that, if I would come to Ogden, he would give me a job at once. I found a man to take my place in the Sutton Market and, with my family, caught the train to Ogden. When we arrived there, we called relatives to see if they could tell us where we could find a house for rent. My Aunt Gertie Weaver said she had several empty apartments on Lincoln Avenue. We rented the old Bailey home from her. This was the home once owned by my grandfather, Henry Bailey. I went to work the next morning for Mr. Sewell. After the third day, he told me he wanted me to go to Delta, Utah, and take charge of the market there. He paid our transportation. I worked in his market for two years. We bought a new Chevrolet during this time, the first car we owned since leaving Monticello. The people of Delta at that time depended almost entirely on raising alfalfa seed as their major income. The price of the seed at this time began to decline rapidly and could not support the county, and Sewell Stores began to lose money, so they decided to get out of business. I was paid off, but I had a wife and two kids and a car that wasn't paid for. We sold the furniture we had acquired, put the rest of our belongings in the car, and took off for Ogden. After arriving there, we found a small place in a very undesirable section of the City, and I went out looking for a job. Safeway had an opening and, with the recommendation of Harvey Sewell, I was given a job in a Safeway market on 24th Street and Wall Ave. The hours were from 8 am to 12 pm. Those days, we closed the store at six in the evening then had to mop the floors, shine the display counters, etc., until midnight. A month or two after working at this place, I was transferred to their store on Washington Ave. Mr. Maxwell was manager. One night they discovered a barrel of cider that had turned hard. The fellows in the store had sampled it. The news spread fast. By closing time, everyone was pretty happy.

I went to work for Dawson Brothers in the O.P.Skaggs system. I had the market on 22nd Street and Washington Blvd. During the depression, I looked from my market just across the street and saw lines of people waiting to receive their quotas of carp which had been seined from the Utah Lake. I did not work long for this store. I was transferred to the 24th Street store. We had a wonderful business here. It took two men in the meat department. It was here I learned the Safeway tricks of the trade. We advertised specials of hams at 10 cents a pound. We cut the center slices out and sold them for 40 cents a pound. What was left was the bone and fat. This job ended when Dawson Bros. realized I was drinking too much. This was in prohibition times, but I had connections with the right people. I would slip out the back door and about a half block up the street and get my bottle. It couldn't last, of course, so they fired me. I walked the streets for days looking for work before I went to the WPA and asked for a job. I got on a job for three days a week at $3.00 a day processing sheepskins. The hides would be put in a solution of some kind, then thrown on the table, and my job was to take the wool off the hides. In most cases, it was quite easy, as the solution in which the hides had been dipped had loosened the wool, so, by scraping across the hide, the wool slipped off. This is about the time of the drought that created the Dust Bowl areas where farmers were forced to sell their livestock before they died of starvation. The government bought the cattle and shipped them to packing plants where they were slaughtered, the meat processed and canned to be distributed to those on relief. I got a job with the American Packing Co. boning the beef. The cattle would be slaughtered and chilled overnight, then brought down on conveyors along the boning tables and, as the quarters of beef came down the line, we would take them off and proceed to take the meat from the bones. After some practice, we could do a side of beef in thirty-five minutes. We were paid by the piece. Sixty five cents for a hind quarter and sixty cents for fronts. I had moved to North Ogden. There was a small orchard, an artesian well supplied our water, but the well run dry in late summer then we carried drinking water from across the street. There was an old school building nearby, and I got extra work there two days a week cleaning brick. The only heat we had in the house was from wood fires. We brought old scrap wood from the building being torn down and cut it up for the kitchen range and the heating stove. Dick had finished High School and was earning some money helping a Mr. Warren.

A salesman I knew, Earnie Valentine, sent me a message that a Mr. Wilford Tallifero in Green River, Wyoming, wanted a butcher to work in one of his stores. He worked for the Piggley Wiggley chain later bought out by the Safeway Stores. I went to Green River where I worked a few weeks until I could send for my family. Dick was going to Weber College, so he stayed in Ogden. Jean and Bill came to Green River, and we rented a small apartment from Mr. Dancoskie. The old couple who owned the place lived in one side of the house and rented us the other side. I worked in the market in Green River for nearly two years at $37.50 a week. I developed a back injury trying to pick up a veal calf from the scales. Had to go to Rock Springs for treatment. (Never finished. Alvin L. Bailey died 24 August 1970)

Children were: Richard Quinn BAILEY, William Walton BAILEY.

bullet Angus M. BAILEY was born on 4 Sep 1885 in Bluff, San Juan Co., Utah. He died on 28 Jul 1887 in Bluff, San Juan Co., Utah. Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG.

bullet Annie BAILEY Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG.

bullet Bryan Richard BAILEY Photo was born on 8 Oct 1966 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Parents: Richard Leverich BAILEY and Anamarie ENDERLIN .

He was married to Rachel JOHNSON on 8 Aug 1992 in Fairport, Monroe Co., New York. Children were: Miren Echo BAILEY, Simone Marie BAILEY.

bullet Carol Anne BAILEY Photo was born on 12 Feb 1970 in Penfield, Monroe Co., New York. Parents: Richard Leverich BAILEY and Anamarie ENDERLIN .

She was married to Scott SANTMEIR on 27 Jun 1998 in Rochester, Monroe Co., New York. Children were: Allen Bailey SANTMEIR.

bullet Elizabeth Ann BAILEY Photo was born on 1 Jul 1957 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. She was a Homemaker.
Liz graduated from East High School, Salt Lake City, in 1974.

In the Bailey Family, she is known as the skinny one.

She has always been an animal lover.

She works hard raising her two kids and helping her husband Dave in his booming electrical contracting business, as well as managing their rental properties.
Parents: Richard Quinn BAILEY and Marie Hylda LEVERICH.

She was married to David Harvey FOX on 2 Jul 1983 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Children were: Meaghan FOX, Robert FOX .

bullet Elmer Mackelprang BAILEY was born on 5 Apr 1894 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah. He died on 19 Jun 1959 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG .

He was married to Alberta PERKINS on 22 Oct 1913 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah.

bulletJacob James BAILEY Photo was born on 16 Mar 1978 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He graduated in Jun 1996 from Cottonwood High School, Salt Lake City, Utah. He was educated Attended Judge Memorial 1992 to 1995 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He is a successful Make-Up Artist living in Los Angeles. Parents: James Stephen BAILEY and Barbara HUNTER.

bullet James Stephen BAILEY Photo was born on 31 Aug 1944 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He graduated in Jun 1962 from Judge Memorial Catholic High School, Salt Lake City, Utah. He received a degree of Bachelor of Science in Civil Engineering in Jun 1971 from University of Utah, Salt Lake City, Utah. He received a degree of Master of Science in Structural Engineering in Jan 1973 from University of Illinois, Champagne-Urbana, Illinois. He served in the military Aug 1965 to Jan 1968 in Air Force, Stewart AFB, Newburgh, New York. He served in the military Feb 1968 to Feb 1969 in Air Force, Bien Hoa AB, Vietnam. He presently lives at 30 Ashbrook Circle, Penfield, New York. He resided at 1352 Sherman Ave. June 1974 to March 1980 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He resided at 5469 Willow Lane, (The Willows) Oct 1982 to Jul 1998 in Murray, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He resided at 2032 Ribbon Lane Jul 1998 to May 2007 in Holladay, Utah. He is a retired Structural Engineer.

Jim attended Judge Memorial Catholic School from kindergarten through 12th grade. After high school graduation, he attended the University of Utah without much motivation or success.

With the threat of being drafted into the Army during the Vietnam War buildup in 1965, Jim enlisted in the Air Force for 4 years. During this time, he was stationed at Stewart AFB, Newburgh, NY, for 3 years, and at Bien Hoa Air Base, Vietnam, for 1 year. His job title was Information Specialist. While at Stewart AFB, he wrote hometown stories and prepared radio spots for enlisted men and officers stationed at Stewart.

In Vietnam, during 1968, Jim's job title was Combat News Reporter, which permitted him free access to fly on 11 combat missions and write stories on the pilots and crew on these missions. The latter part of his service in Vietnam, he was the 3rd Combat Fighter Wing Historian. Two of his quarterly histories were judged to be best in the Pacific Air Force (7th Air Force).

Upon discharge (Feb 1969), he returned to Salt Lake, where Jim attended the University of Utah, majoring in Civil Engineering. He graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree in June 1971 (GPA of 3.86/4.0).

On a full scholarship, he attended the University of Illinois at Champagne-Urbana from Sep 71 to Jan 73. During this time, he was a part time research assistant. He graduated with a Master of Science Degree in Structural Engineering and a GPA of 5.0/5.0) in Feb 73.

Jim started work part time for E.W. Allen & Assoc., a consulting structural engineering firm in Salt Lake City, in March 1971. Except for a short time, from Sep 74 to Mar 76, when he worked for H.C. Hughes Company, he has worked continuously for E.W. Allen & Assoc. He became a partner in 1977. The company name was changed to Allen & Bailey Engineers in 1990.

His significant projects as a structural engineer include the Eaton Tower, Skaggs Catholic Center, Salt Palace Expansion, Bridge over the Green River near Vernal, Westminster College Giovale Library, and the Cathedral of the Madeleine Seismic Retrofit. His most significant project, for which he has received numerous awards for engineering excellence, is the Restoration, Seismic Retrofit, and Base Isolation of the historic Salt Lake City & County Building (built in 1890). This was the first historic building in the world to be Base Isolated. This technique entails placing the entire structure on rubber seismic isolation bearings, such that the building is isolated from damaging earthquake ground motions.

He is past State of Utah Uniform Building Code Commissioner, and past Commissioner on the Utah Seismic Safety Commission. He also served as a member of the Salt Lake City & County Building Conservancy Use Committee, and as a member of the Murray City Board of Appeals.

In 2003, he retired from the structural engineering profession.  His current hobbies and activities include birding and bird photography, computers, hiking, antique radio and clock collecting & repair, duplicate bridge and biking. Parents: Richard Quinn BAILEY and Marie Hylda LEVERICH.

He was married to Barbara HUNTER on 6 Jun 1970 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He was divorced from Barbara HUNTER on 3 Jan 1981 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He met Barbara Hunter in Spring 1969 while working part time for his father's advertising business. They were married on June 6, 1970. They lived numerous places in the following years while Jim finished college on the GI Bill.

They bought a home on 1352 Sherman Avenue in Salt Lake in June 1974. Cost was $31,000.

They were divorced on Jan 3, 1981. Children were: Johanna BAILEY, Jacob James BAILEY.

He was married to Judy FROJEN on 21 Jul 1995 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah.

bullet Jesse Mackelprang BAILEY was born on 23 Jan 1890 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah. He died on 23 Mar 1944 in Moab, Grand Co., Utah. Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG .

He was married to Edna May FOY on 15 Mar 1911. He was divorced from Edna May FOY.

bullet Johanna BAILEY Photo was born on 17 Jun 1975 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. She graduated in Jun 1993 from Judge Memorial Catholic High School, Salt Lake City, Utah. She received a degree of Bachelor of Arts in Psychology in Aug 1996 from Syracuse University, New York. She later received a Masters degree in Psychology from New York University. She presently lives in Spain. Parents: James Stephen BAILEY and Barbara HUNTER.

bullet John Ezra BAILEY Photo was born on 22 Nov 1862 in London, England. He died on 3 Aug 1922 in Scofield, Carbon Co., Utah. Parents: William Henry BAILEY and Amelia READ.

He was married to Frances Magnolia WALTON on 2 Jun 1892 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah.

bullet John William BAILEY Photo was born on 31 Mar 1952 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He was a Television Advertising Manager. John graduated from Judge Memorial Catholic High School in 1970. He was a cheerleader while at Judge.

He worked for KUTV, Channel 2, for many years. He started out as a cameraman, and worked himself up to Director of Advertising with the station. Soon after the station was bought by CBS, John went on to form his own company.

He loves to golf and has a very low handicap. Parents: Richard Quinn BAILEY and Marie Hylda LEVERICH.

He was married to Robin TEMPLE on 3 Feb 1973 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Children were: Alexis Michael BAILEY, Scott Andrew BAILEY.

bullet Joseph Moroni BAILEY was born on 20 Dec 1879 in Cedar City, Iron Co., Utah. He died on 11 Mar 1960 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah. Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG .

He was married to Phobe La Preal CHRISTENSEN on 8 Nov 1903 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah.

bullet Joseph Moroni BAILEY was born on 16 Dec 1841 in North Crawley, Buckinghamshire, England. He died on 7 Mar 1875 in Ogden, Weber Co., Utah. Parents: William Henry BAILEY and Amelia READ.

He was married to Ann Mary FOLKER (FOULKER) on 21 Dec 1867 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah.

bullet Julius Mackelprang BAILEY was born on 13 Dec 1882 in Bluff, San Juan Co., Utah. He died on 8 Jul 1955 in Holbrook, Navajo Co., Arizona. Julius Mackelprang Bailey
(1881 - 1955)

My father, Nephi Bailey, was born in Whittle, Derbyshire, England, 9 [or 19] November 1846 and came to America as a young man. Mother [Annie Eva Mackelprang] was born in Denmark, 3 October 1855 and came to America as an infant. They were among the first settlers of San Juan County, Utah.

I was born at Bluff, Utah, 13 December 1881, and we moved to what is now Monticello, San Juan County, Utah, when I was seven years old. I remember helping my brothers drive the milk cows, but our white burro couldn’t carry us all, so some of us walked.

Our first home in Monticello was a one room log cabin with a dirt roof, which leaked when it rained and for several hours after the storm.

Many herds of deer roamed the country in early days. A man who owned a store there began buying the hides from the Indians. The hides of little fawns for a stick of candy, and as a consequence, thousands were slaughtered. I remember too the Indians bringing in venison (deer meat) and selling a hind quarter for a quart of flour and deer became quite scare until the government protected them later.

What is now wheat and grain fields, also bean fields, was grass land, no sage brush, and could be mowed with a mowing machine and used for hay in winter.

Monticello’s first schoolhouse was a log building built by Latter-day Saint people and was used for a school, church and amusement hall, with the customary bell tower that gave warning when it was school or church time. Eight grades were given here. Some boys, for fun, hung a bottle on the tower, and one day a bunch of drunken cowboys came in while school was in session and decided to see if they could hit the bottle with their .45 revolvers. A young teacher from Salt Lake City and all the students were very much frightened and were very happy when one of the cowboys broke the bottle and rode out of town without hurting anyone.

My early years were carefree and happy, school in the winter, dancing, riding horses, learning how to rope and ride calves just for fun, working on father’s homestead and watching the milk cows from straying off with some of the wild cattle.

San Juan County at this time was the home for great herds of cattle and cowmen from far and near. Being so far from the railroad, many outlaws found a good hiding place there as well as good honest citizens.

My father, a shoemaker by trade, made boots for these cowboys, so I knew them all. They had the best horses they could get by buying or stealing them, and as I learned to ride early, they would hire me for their jockey on the fourth of July or other celebrations. There was quite a rivalry between the cowboys and townboys in horse races, but usually cowboy horses won because they had better horses; how I loved the winning and beautiful horses.

When we reached a certain age, my mother and we celebrated our birthdays. She gave each of her boys a heifer calf, and it was a real celebration for us.

The Latter-day Saints was the only religion in Monticello in early days. The President of the Church called the members to settle there, so the few families there all took their part in the organizations and believed implicitly in doing our share. I was active in Primary, Sunday School and Mutual as long as I was home. As there were ten boys in our family and as soon as the eighth grade was finished, we went on our own to help the family.

I finished the eighth grade about 1899. Our teacher was the most beautiful penman I have ever known. Then I too went to work.

For some reason, the fellow who owned the store across the street from my childhood home was not liked by the cowboys, and they often came into town shooting through the door of the store and even rode their horses inside, when they shot things off the shelves. As they came out they would tie the end of a bolt of calico to their saddle horn and unwind it as they galloped up the street and out of town.

When a bad drought came and finally the law came in, most of the big cattle herds were taken out and sheep brought in to take their place, mostly owned by outlaws but many respectable people who stayed on and helped develop the country with the L.D.S. Church.

About 1900 my brother (J. M.) and I decided we would move sheep camp and punch cattle (as they call taking care of cows in cowboy language), which we did for the sum of $35.00 per month, which was top wages. One of us would work while the other looked after our small bunch of cattle, beginning with the two heifer calves Mother gave us. There were many wild cattle in this large rough country, some lived and died without ever being branded, and as a consequence many got into the cattle business who otherwise would not have done so. Mavericks (those without any brands) could be appropriated by most anyone able to catch and brand them, the best thing needed: a fast horse and a sure hand with a rope. To this day I never branded a neighbor’s animal though I have been in the cattle business all my life, sometime out also, either by choice or not by choice but by necessity. For instance, 11 November 1918, when the Armistice was signed, I was in Kansas City with carloads of cows and got back home with absolutely nothing. You could hardly give them away.

About this time I had a call to go to Provo and take a missionary course at what then was Brigham Young Academy. [Julius was ordained an elder on 27 October 1903 in the Monticello Ward.] I left everything with my brother Rone and went to Provo. I finished the course but was never called on a mission. I don’t know why to this day. That was the last of my schooling.

I still kept on adding to my bunch of cattle until my brother decided to get married and we dissolved partnership, but we had accumulated about 150 head by now.

One summer I was moving sheep camp for Harry Green when a couple of young kids came by camp on their way to Arizona, with a bunch of fine saddle horses. It was on the Blue Mountain, west of Monticello. I got word to the Sheriff and led him and some others to camp. One of the fellows was out hunting deer, they had felt safe enough there and were resting the horses for a few days, the other was sitting on his bed roll and as soon as he saw us he knew what had happened. He began shooting, but they captured him. The other boy never came back but in trying to find his way around the mountain got lost and was picked up many miles from there later by some cowboys. He was almost starved but stood trial for stealing.

During the 1890’s I recall working for the K-1 cattle company on their winter range in Montezuma Canyon. In the winter time the only human beings I saw for weeks would be an Indian or two. They were friendly Indians, though we had trouble with "Posey" and some of them later.

In April 1908 [18 April 1908], I married my childhood sweetheart, Ruth Perkins, after many breakups. She was away at school and other places a great part of the time after we graduated from the eighth grade together, though I think both of us knew we would marry all the time.

As I think back over my life I realize how much early environment and habits mold your future.

I always had a desire to move around fast, and as the horse was the fastest mode of travel then, I always was interested in good fast horses and still am. I think one good horse I called Bullet was quite an item in winning my wife over to my side. If I didn’t know better I would think she had Gypsy blood in her veins. We have always been lovers of outdoor life. Especially horseback trips, whether a day or month made no difference to us. Our home life was a happy one just so we were all together. Because of my cowboy life I was still required to spend a good part of time on the range alone, and my wife says I was never socialized. I am still not much for society though I have some of the best friends a man could have and like to be with them.

But our Spring Creek home in San Juan County, Utah was what we all loved and pretty much filled our lives.

As our three children grew older, Marvel, Max E. and Loile J., all helped. We worked hard, loved each other and did well. The boys began going with me on the range when they were about seven years old. We would leave at sun up and maybe get back at sundown during the time they were out of school.

I think the experience as a cowgirl in Marvel’s life came in the winter of 1919. We missed the flu epidemic in 1918, but as schools were closed this year again I decided to take the family and go on the winter range in Dry Valley. The deepest snow on record fell that winter, and feed was short. I had gathered a number of cattle and put them on a mesa about six miles from our camp preparatory to bringing them in and feeding them hay and grain. Marvel went with me to bring them in. We had them about gathered when I began to fall sick. I knew I had the flu. It was cold, so we turned them loose and with her leading the way, we managed to get to camp before dark where for the next few weeks I had about the only serious illness of my life. Our cabin was comfortable, and we were together.

We still have cattle in a small way. To my way of thinking, agriculture and livestock is the biggest gamble on earth. Max and I are still at Spring Creek. Loile is assistant manager of Utah Farm Production Credit Association, and we all love it including Buck (Jerome Clyde Smith), Marvel’s son, and Ruth, his grandmother. Max has always stayed at the ranch, and I think he will never leave until we sell it. It’s really too small for all of us to make a living, but we all have an interest in it. Without Max we could not have held it together. Marvel lives in Arizona.

I have "swapped lies and brushed shoulders," as they say, with outlaws in early days as they passed through to the northern cattle country, nearly always with a bunch of saddle horses, the ownership of which was a big question mark.

For the past two years my wife and I have traveled in the south, mostly to Mexico, and in 1939 went to San Francisco Fair and then the northwest, sometime by ourselves and again with friends. With the exception of about five years in Arizona and California, we have spent our lives in San Juan County, Utah.

[On 8 July 1955, Julius Bailey died in Holbrook, Arizona, from a heart attack. He was buried in Snowflake, Arizona, on 10 July 1955, when he was still writing this history.]

Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG.

He was married to Ruth PERKINS on 18 Apr 1908 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah.

bullet Karen Lynn BAILEY was born on 7 Mar 1950 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Parents: William Walton BAILEY and Leonore Jeanne MALLY.

bullet Lenora BAILEY was born on 14 Jul 1849 in Northampton, England. She died on 14 Mar 1925 in Cedar City, Iron Co., Utah. Parents: William Henry BAILEY and Amelia READ.

She was married to Christian Eric MACKELPRANG on 15 Jun 1868 in Cedar City, Iron Co., Utah.

bullet Margaret Sophia BAILEY was born on 19 Aug 1887 in Bluff, San Juan Co., Utah. She died on 4 Jul 1941 in Price, Carbon Co., Utah. Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG .

She was married to Arthur Homer ANDERSON on 17 Sep 1919 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah.

bullet Mary Ellen BAILEY was born on 26 Jan 1858 in Northampton, England. She died on 25 Jan 1936. Parents: William Henry BAILEY and Amelia READ.

bulletMary Jo BAILEY Photo was born on 7 Feb 1954 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. She graduated in 1972 from Judge Memorial Catholic High School, Salt Lake City, Utah. She received a degree of Bachelor of Science in Psychology (Magna Cum Laude) in 1978 from University of Utah, Salt Lake City, Utah. She received a degree of Master of Science in Community Services Counseling (Magna Cum Laude) in 1984 from University of Utah, Salt Lake City, Utah. She was a Counselor.
Mary recalls in 1998:
I am the fifth child and the first daughter in a family of six children. I was born on February 7, 1954 in Salt Lake City, Utah. We were educated in Catholic schools. I think the education was good, the setting sometimes strict and forbidding (and sometimes hilarious). I attended St. Mary of the Wasatch High School (an all girls school) for two years before the diocese combined St. Mary's and Judge Memorial High School (an all boys school) into one school. I graduated from Judge Memorial in 1972 and then moved to Spokane, Washington where I attended Gonzaga University for a year. I then moved to Seattle and worked there for a year and a half. I grew up a great deal during that time. I learned independence and how to support myself. I want to add here that I spent a number of years before
and after those times working for my Dad. I think he has influenced the way I approach work and life a great deal and I am indebted to him for the work experience and his patience among other things.

With my parents' financial help, I attended the University of Utah and graduated in 1978 with a degree in psychology. I went back to school after some time away to get a graduate degree in educational psychology. I received my master's degree in that area in 1984.

In 1980, while attending graduate school, I married Spencer Mark Adams. My son, Spencer Calder Adams, was born on November 20, 1981, and he immediately became the best thing that ever happened to me. I divorced my husband in 1985 and legally changed my name from Bailey-Adams back to Bailey. I bought a condominium and have lived there with my son, Cal, to the date of this writing.

I have been a telephone crisis counselor, a prison inmate counselor, a high school counselor, and a dishwasher among many things. I hope, though, that the best in employment and in life is yet to be.

I love my son, my parents, my brothers and sister, muchos nieces and nephews and my first grandniece, music, animals, computers, and life most of the time. I'm a very disorganized person with pretensions to organization. So far things have always worked out in the end.

(January 4, 1998)

Parents: Richard Quinn BAILEY and Marie Hylda LEVERICH.

She was divorced from Spencer Mark ADAMS in 1985 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. She was married to Spencer Mark ADAMS in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Children were: Spencer Calder ADAMS.

bullet Miren Echo BAILEY Photo was born on 12 Feb 1995 in Rochester, Monroe Co., New York. Parents: Bryan Richard BAILEY and Rachel JOHNSON.

bullet Nephi BAILEY Photo was born on 19 Nov 1846 in Whittle, Glossop, Derby, England. He died on 2 Jul 1925 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah. He was a Shoemaker.
On 9 (or 19) November 1846, Amelia Read Bailey gave birth to an infant son in New Mills, Derbyshire, England. Amelia had joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1846, following her husband Henry Bailey, who had joined the church four years earlier and who was then a missionary in the Manchester Conference. Likely in celebration of their new-found faith, they named their son Nephi, after the ancient patriarch in the Book of Mormon.

New Mills was a manufacturing district in northern Derbyshire, approximately 170 miles from London. Nephi learned the shoemaking trade from his father, Henry, who in turn had learned to be a shoemaker from his father, William Bailey.

In London, Nephi was baptized and confirmed a member of the L.D.S. Church on 16 November 1861 and then ordained a deacon on 2 April 1864 by his father Henry. On 14 July 1868, Nephi left England on the ship Colorado. Upon his arrival in Utah, he obtained work in one of the construction camps organized by Brigham Young under contract from the Union Pacific Railroad. Nephi was present at Promontory Point on 10 May 1869 when the last spike was driven joining the transcontinental railroad from east to west. Nephi then returned to his old trade of shoemaking.

Within a few years, Nephi left Ogden and settled in Cedar City, Utah. There on 4 September 1873 he married 17-year old Annie Eva Mackelprang, who was the daughter of Peter Mackelprang and Margaret Sorenson, Danish converts to the church. Three and one-half years later, on 16 March 1877, Nephi was ordained an Elder and Annie and Nephi were sealed to each other in the St. George Temple.

For the first seven years of their marriage, the family stayed in Cedar City, living in the city during the winter and during the summer staying on Cedar Mountain to work in a dairy, raise a garden and enjoy the clear spring water. In Cedar City Nephi was active in music (assisting Joseph Coslett in a well-known male quartet and serving as a choir leader) and dramatics (taking part in a dramatic club that specialized in "plays of the better class").

In May 1880, just months after the original "Hole in the Rock" expedition first settled Bluff in San Juan County, Nephi and Annie moved with their three young children (Peter, Henry and Moroni) from Cedar City to Bluff. The journey took a month and required the party to take apart the wagons and move them a few pieces at a time across the Colorado River at Lee’s Ferry.

On 6 October 1880 in the St. George Temple, Nephi and Annie had their two oldest children, Nephi, Peter, and William Henry, sealed to them.

While at Bluff, a son, Julius Mackelprang, was born on 13 December 1882. Life was difficult: the river and well water were bad and Annie was concerned about the Indians (who on one occasion tried to buy her son Moroni).

Eight years later, in 1888, the family moved again, and Nephi became one of the original pioneers to settle Monticello. The initial settlement in 1887 had run into conflict with the cattle ranching operations of Edmund and Harold Carlisles’ Kansas and New Mexico Cattle and Land Company and the L.C. outfit. The San Juan stake president, Francis A. Hammond, called additional men from Moab, Bluff and Mancos, Colorado to build homes and construct a town. "Private homes and a meetinghouse arose from the sagebrush flats, while the irrigation ditch snaked its way across the flats to water the crops. A rudimentary livestock and agricultural economy blossomed." (McPherson)

The family’s first home was a one room log cabin with a dirt roof that leaked when it rained. Nephi was active in the affairs of the town and San Juan County, which was home to a large cattle industry. Nephi continued his work as a shoemaker, and his son Julius remembered his making boots for the cowboys.

Nephi and Annie had eleven children:

Nephi Peter, William Henry and Joseph Moroni were born between 1874 and 1879 when the family lived in Cedar City.

Julius Mackelprang, Angus Mackelprang (who was drowned shortly before his second birthday) and Margaret Sophia were born between 1881 and 1887 after the family had moved to in Bluff.

Margaret Sophia, Jesse M., Alvin M., Victor M. and Elmer M. (twins) and Ralph Arthur were born between 1890 and 1899 after the family’s final move to Monticello.

The couple also adopted Thelma Pointer Bailey, a girl born in 1902 in Colorado.

In 1896, at age 49 and the year that the state of Utah was admitted to the Union, Nephi was called to serve a mission for the L.D.S. church in Great Britain. He left behind his wife and a family of nine children. Traveling to Salt Lake City, Nephi was set apart in the Temple Annex by President Seymour B. Young. Nephi was assured that he had been called "under the inspiration of [the Lord’s] divine spirit"; was "endowed with power from on high that [he could] go forth trusting in the Lord"; was given "power over the winds and the waves and over wicked men"; was admonished to be "pure in mind and in person"; and was promised that every blessing that he desired before the Lord would be his.

Nephi served for 20 months in the Lancaster District. Experiences recorded in his missionary journal include:

The baptism of two young ladies and a boy.
Speaking for 35 minutes and telling the crowd "that they do not believe in the same order of Priesthood that constitutes the organization of the primitive church; they have no apostles and prophets."
Teaching Bible classes.
Holding mutual improvement meetings.
A musical society sending him a "plump" $10.00, making $25.00 he had received from the people of Monticello since Christmas. "It shows people are thinking of me."
Trying to decide if he should go tracting in the rain. "I feel I am not doing enough when I consider what sacrifices are being made at home to supply me with money."
Going to town on market day: "Here are flowers in abundance and oranges, green stuff such as cabbage and coleyflowers, radishes and onions was on the market, also cattle and fowles of all kinds."
Studying the dreams of "Nebuchadzzar," Daniel and the three Hebrew children and spending "a long time finding who was the founders of Jerusalem."
Reporting that Annie Gerard had "left her home. Her parents have been very unkind to her. Her father has thrashed her several times and her family has been hard on her because she believes in the Gospel as taught by the Latter Day Saints."
"Bro. Osler is sick. I administered to him last night. He has just come down stairs and feels some better."
"I gave out 112 tracts today; return home tired."
Going to a fair ("There is many snares laid for the young in such a fair as this.")
Being challenged by the presiding elder after Nephi had baptized four persons; had Nephi received the proper approvals.
"In the evening we had a fine outdoor meeting on the Market Place at Wigan. There was 4 young men and 5 Elders. We had our silk hats and drew lot of attention. I was the first speaker. I preached to the people to hear us and believe that we were desirous of doing them good."
At a later meeting: "I spoke perhaps ½ hour to a very intelligent congregation that listened to me with rapt attention. There is something particularly fascinating in talking to an outdoors congregation. You seem to be put on your mettle. The Elders said I spoke well and straight from the shoulder."
News of the Spanish American War filling the air.
Singing a song for Brother Hammond’s farewell.

On 20 September 1897 Nephi’s 87 year old father, Henry, had written him a letter with news of friends at home and requests that Bailey relatives be looked up in England. At the end of his missionary service, Nephi requested a transfer to the Manchester District (the same district in which his father had served nearly 50 years earlier) to discharge the duty. Nephi’s journal is filled with reports of visiting cousins, looking up sextons’ records and going to cemeteries. He comments on the "grass, trees and blossoms and birds and flowers" and wishes that his family was there with him. He wrote "I see farms and fields and meadows gay / While in the distance far away / Flocks in spiritive groups / A simple limped lake in sunbeams tremble."

Annie took in boarders to help support the family while Nephi was gone. Nephi writes tenderly in his journal, "My dear old partner is not well. She has too much work and worry, poor old soul, I shall be glad when I can be back to lighten some of her burdens." By correspondence, father and mother shared the burdens and joys of rearing children:

A son who "is as unstable as water. It would be much pleasanter if he would be more thoughtful, but he makes promises and breaks them at will. He likes to ride and that is all. Poor boy, he don’t know how much trouble he is making for us."
A wife who was "troubled in her mind because the boys do not do as they ought."
Having "a muddled up dream last night. I thought Julius was in some trouble of some sort, sick or an accident."
Of receiving a letter from his "little daughter" and sending some flower seeds back to her.
"My wife is about tired of being alone with that large family, and I know it must be quite a trial. She has managed to keep the house together and done fine in both management as well as teaching and giving council and advice to the boys, and I appreciate her and hope to be able to ease up her burdens before long. O how the bells are ringing this morning. They have a strong delightful sound. May the Lord give comfort and courage to my wife and may the family be kept from harm and challenges. O boys, you are wayward, but I hope you may always retain the faith of the Gospel."

After returning from his mission in 1898 (sailing home from Glasgow on the ship Furnessia), Nephi was ordained a seventy by Rudger Clawson (Monticello Ward records) and then a high priest on 15 June 1899 by John Henry Smith (family group record).

Journal entries in February 1898 record typical days for Nephi after returning from his mission:

"I spend some time in the Shoe Shop mending and making."
"The boys went down to the Vega and got a load of hay."
"Today I work in the Shop and marry a couple from Delores, Colorado, and the evening we have Choir practice, and I talk to the Choir. They seem to think I am the most suited to be their leader and so express themselves."
"I finished a pair of boots and sent them down to Bluff."
"I spend the evening at home."
"The day is spent in fixing up around the premises."
"I and family go to Sunday School and afternoon meeting. I am called upon to preach and get warmed up a little."

Within five months after returning from his mission (February 1898), Nephi was elected as a justice of the peace in Monticello. He continued to hold the office in 1908, which allowed him to perform the marriage ceremony when his son Julius was married to Ruth Perkins.

For a number of years, Nephi served as superintendent of the Monticello Sunday School (1925 obituary). He also served two terms as mayor of Monticello (1925 obituary).

Nephi "was always working," his obituary records. "Even up to the day before he died he was putting [in] 8 and 9 hours per day. About midnight he woke and complained of a pain in his chest which grew steadily worse. [His wife] called a physician who held out little hope for him." Nephi died at his home in Monticello on 2 July 1925, at 78 years of age. At the time of his death, he was chairman of the Pioneer Association (1925 obituary).

Nephi is our Great Grandfather Parents: William Henry BAILEY and Amelia READ.

He was married to Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG on 4 Sep 1873 in Cedar City, Iron Co., Utah. Children were: Nephi Peter BAILEY, William Henry BAILEY, Joseph Moroni BAILEY, Julius Mackelprang BAILEY, Angus M. BAILEY, Margaret Sophia BAILEY, Jesse Mackelprang BAILEY , Alvin L. BAILEY, Victor BAILEY , Elmer Mackelprang BAILEY, Ralph Arthur BAILEY, Thelma Pointer BAILEY, Annie BAILEY.

bullet Nephi Peter BAILEY was born on 19 Jul 1874 in Cedar City, Iron Co., Utah. He died on 14 Feb 1930 in Green River, Emery Co., Utah. Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG .

He was married to Mary May WESTERHOLD on 22 Dec 1898 in Saint George, Washington Co., Utah.

bullet Paul BAILEY Parents: William Walton BAILEY and Leonore Jeanne MALLY.

bullet Ralph Arthur BAILEY was born on 2 Jul 1899 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah. He died on 11 Jun 1972 in Blanding, San Juan Co., Utah. Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG .

bulletRichard Leverich BAILEY Photo was born on 3 Feb 1942 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Richard, who is known as Rich to his family and Dick to his friends, married Anamarie Enderlin 21 Aug 1965.  They have two children:  Bryan Richard, born 8 Oct 1966 in Salt Lake City, Utah, and Carol Anne, born 12 Feb 1970 in Rochester, New York.

Richard graduated from Judge Memorial Catholic High School, Salt Lake City, Utah, in 1960.  He attended the University of Notre Dame, Notre Dame, Indiana, his freshman year of college.  Subsequently he attended the University of Utah, Salt Lake City, Utah, where he was a member of the Delta Sigma chapter of the Kappa Sigma fraternity.  He also attended the Rochester Institute of Technology, Rochester, New York.  Xerox Corporation sponsored his participation in the Executive Development Program at the University of Rochester, Rochester, New York, where he received an MBA in 1983 and was elected to the Beta Gamma Sigma Honor Society.

Richard has worked for 1) the Salt Lake City Police Department as a clerk typist; 2) the Air Force Logistics Command at Hill Air Force Base, Utah, and at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base, Ohio, as a computer operator and programmer; 3) General Dynamics Corporation, Rochester, New York, as a computer programmer; and 4) Xerox Corporation, Rochester, New York, and Fremont, California, working his way up from a computer programmer to the manager of a multi-billion dollar information technology outsourcing contract.  Richard retired from Xerox 1 Apr 2004 at the age of 62 after nearly thirty-four years with the company.  He is currently pursuing his interests in golf, gardening, photography, and personal computers.

Richard lived in Salt Lake City, Utah, from his birth in 1942 to 1968.  He subsequently lived in Dayton, Ohio, from 1968 to 1969; Rochester, New York, from 1969 to 1985; San Ramon, California from 1985 to 1987; and back to Rochester, New York, from 1987 to the present.

Parents: Richard Quinn BAILEY and Marie Hylda LEVERICH.

He was married to Anamarie ENDERLIN on 21 Aug 1965 in Woodland Hills, California. Children were: Bryan Richard BAILEY, Carol Anne BAILEY.

bullet Richard Quinn BAILEY Photo was born on 16 May 1917 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah. He graduated in Jun 1934 from Ogden High School, Ogden, Weber Co., Utah. He received a degree of Associates Degree in Journalism in Jun 1936 from Weber State College, Ogden, Utah. He served in the military 1943 to 1945 in U.S. Army Air Corps: Colorado, Florida, Guam. He resided at 2484 Hartford St. 1947 to 1959 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He resided at 721 McClelland St. 1959 to 1984 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He resided at Brookstone Condominiums, 1677 E. 6485 S. 1984 to present in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He was an Advertising Artist in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah.
Dick was the first of 2 children born to Al and Jean Bailey. He lived his early years in the Southeast Utah town of Monticello. Though named Alvin Quinn, his parents and friends always called him Dick. Later, he would have his name legally changed to Richard Quinn Bailey.

When Dick was 7, his brother Bill was born. This was in 1924. In the next couple of years, Dick’s parents fell upon hard times. His father’s latest venture, as a farmer, had turned sour, and he was forced to liquidate his farm. There was also some trouble with local Mormon Church members over other matters, and it became prudent for the family to leave Monticello. Dick was about 9 at the time.

The family first moved to Driggs, Idaho. Dick remembers it well, as this was the first time he had ever seen a train. His dad had already moved to Driggs in order to find a place to stay and save up enough money to send for Jean and the boys. They got a ride with Jean’s brother to Thompson Springs north of Moab, where they caught the train to Driggs.

The job at Driggs lasted only a year. They soon were uprooted and moved to Idaho Falls. This job too lasted about a year. This time Dick’s dad was offered a better job, and the family moved briefly to Ogden.
Dick’s dad was selected to run a grocery store in Delta, which is in central Utah, so the family moved once again. They stayed in Delta for approximately 2 years. By now the Great Depression was firmly entrenched, adversely affecting the economy in Delta. The store had to close, and Dick’s dad was again looking for work.

Al found work once more in Ogden, Utah. He moved his family into a place on Lincoln Avenue and 26th Street, which he rented from his aunt. The house had formerly been owned and lived in by Dick’s great grandfather, William Henry Bailey.

This part of town had since become notorious, being only 1 block from the infamous 25th Street. Union Station was at the head of 25th Street, and, through the years, a number of questionable establishments, including bars and houses of ill repute catering to the railroaders, had burgeoned and blossomed. During this short time living on Lincoln Avenue, Dick got a quick education in the ways of the world. He was about 13 at the time. As soon as Al could afford it, and probably at his wife’s urging, he arranged to move his young family away from this raunchy neighborhood to a better part of town.

For reasons unknown to Dick, the family would move approximately every year to a different part of Ogden. The Depression was in full swing, and it was difficult for Dick’s dad to keep employment. He was lucky to have work at all. At one time Dick remembers the family had to live on apricots from the neighborhood orchard and an occasional starved goose. He also remembers having to get up at 5 to scour Ogden restaurants for garbage. This he would gather to feed the neighbor’s pigs. For this, he was paid 20 cents an hour.

Dick was active in Boy Scouts. He always greatly loved the outdoors, and scouting was a way to pursue this type of activity. Up to this time, Dick was being raised in the Mormon religion by his devout mom. As a boy scout at about age 15, he had achieved a Star ranking, was a Patrol Leader, and would likely have reached Eagle ranking if things had not gone bad for him in his scout troop. It seems that boys, being boys, had removed the pants from another unfortunate scout for laughs. This scout did not see the humor in this prank, so he informed the bishop of the ward. The bishop severely chastised Dick, who as patrol leader was responsible for the actions of his men(?). As Dick had not directly participated in the incident, he felt the chastisement far outweighed his peripheral involvement. This one injustice soured Dick to the local Mormon ward, and he never went back to church after this. Dick never was of a religious nature, and it is likely that he would have drifted away from the fold sooner or later.

Dick applied himself assiduously at Ogden High School. He was a good art student, and also did well in English. He wrote a history of Ogden High School which was a lot of work and greatly impressed his teachers. The teachers arranged to get Dick a scholarship at Weber State College, as well as financial assistance through a WPA program where he would assist his high school art teacher while attending college. The scholarship stipulated journalism as a major, and Dick, at the time, felt that this is where his destiny lay.

At about this time, Dick’s dad got another job with Piggly Wiggly in Green River, Wyoming. Dick decided that it was time to make his own way in life, so he stayed behind to finish high school and attend college. He found a boarding house to stay in, got himself a job at a local department store doing janitorial work, painting signs, selling shoes, and doing window displays. This was in addition to attending college and helping his art teacher as an assistant.

To further his journalism career, Dick got a job for the Salt Lake Tribune while going to school in Ogden to report the local sports scores. For this he received free tickets to the local sporting events in Ogden, but no monetary remuneration. Dick soon realized that his fortunes lay elsewhere in art, and not journalism.

While at Weber College, Dick and a couple of friends started a student newspaper called The Signpost. The name was chosen because they couldn’t afford to print up copies of the paper, so they had to "post" it on the bulletin board. It was rather a loose publication with cartoons that Dick would contribute. To this day, the newspaper, which is still called The Signpost, survives.

Every few weeks, Dick would get homesick and hitchhike up to Green River to see his mom. On one occasion, he ended up stranded for a night in Evanston without any money and very hungry. Fortunately, this lasted only one night, and he was able to hitch a ride the next day.

After a couple of years of college, Dick decided he wanted to move to Salt Lake City. The year was about 1938. Based on his experience at the Ogden department store, he was able to land a job at Rowe’s Department Store, located across from Auerbach’s in downtown Salt Lake, as a window trimmer, shoe salesman, and advertising artist. The Rowe brothers were 2 nice Jewish gentlemen who had a flare for attracting customers. One of their events was Circus Day, where they would have circus acts, monkeys, and other attractions. It was the only place in town where pregnant women felt comfortable shopping, once they began to "show". With his new earnings, Dick was able to buy his first car, a 1935 Dodge for $325.

After a while, Dick took a job at Auerbach’s Department Store across the street from Rowe’s in their art department. In 1940 he bought a new car, a Ford Coupe. At about this time, his family moved to Salt Lake and he moved back in with them. It was also at this time that Dick took a figure study art class and met Marie. His first big move was to offer Marie a ride home during a rain storm in his brand new car. She accepted the ride but, to his chagrin, paid no notice to his car. Marie’s mother was also unimpressed with Dick, who was 23 at the time but looked much younger because of his slight build and boyish appearance. She accused Marie of "robbing the cradle".

After a short 8 month courtship, they were married in Salt Lake. Dick continued to work at Auerbach’s, but freelanced in the evening doing artwork for Paragon Press and Standard Optical. Marie continued her work as personal secretary for the president of a life insurance company. Their first child, Richard, was born in February 1942.

A key move in Dick’s career was steering a major advertising account with the Morning Milk Company toward Dick Harris and Tommy Axelson, who were also just starting out in the advertising business. It turned out to be their first major account, and they would later reward Dick with all of their advertising art work. They both went on to form highly successful advertising agencies. Around this time, Dick was able to quit Auerbach’s and start his own company.

Things soon changed. In the fall of 1943, Dick was drafted into the Army. He was 26 years old, married, and had a one-year-old child. At the same time, his brother Bill was drafted and would become a Marine.

Dick had an opportunity to wait out the war at Fort Douglas as a sign painter. Artists were hard to come by in the military. However, after taking an I.Q. test in which he scored 10 points higher than that necessary to become an officer, he was shown a brochure indicating the many jobs open to him. Dick wanted a flying job, and signed up for training as a navigator.

After going through basic training in Colorado, he was shipped to California, then to Nebraska, and finally to Florida. While this was all going on, the Army Air Corps decided that the war was winding down and they really didn’t need any more officers. Dick’s training was downgraded to that of a noncommissioned officer, trained as an electrician able to rewire a B-29 Bomber if needed. His official assignment on the B-29 was Turret Gunner.

All the good mechanics on B-29’s in those days were assigned to the Pacific. The planes could theoretically fly on only 2 of their 4 engines. As Dick recalls, engine failures were frequent, it was not unusual for his plane to be flying on only 3 engines, and frequently planes, and sometimes crews, were lost in training missions off the coast of Florida. Thus the phrase, "A Plane A Day in Tampa Bay". Dick got to spend a few days in The Big Apple after their plane lost an engine and had to land in Newark on an east coast training mission.

Dick and his crew soon got their orders and flew their B-29 to Guam, with numerous stops for refueling along the way. Fortunately, at about this time, the war ended. Their plane flew over Japan as a "Show of Force" during the signing of the surrender. Unfortunately, many islands around Guam were occupied by armed enemy Japanese forces who were unaware of the signing of the surrender and would take shots at their plane as they flew over.

Soon after the war ended, Dick was discharged and went back to his old job at Auerbach’s. He stayed there long enough to reestablish his own business. Dick and his family, which now included Jim, born in August 1944, lived a couple of years with Dick’s parents until he could save up enough money to buy a house.

They bought their first home on 2484 Hartford Street, in the Sugarhouse area of Salt Lake City. Purchase price was about $9,000. The year was 1948. The house was built from prepared plans, which were modified to suit Dick and Marie’s particular requirements.

The Bailey Family lived at this location for approximately 12 years. During this time, their family grew to 6 children, which included the 4 boys: Rich, Jim, Tom, and John; and the 2 girls: Mary and Liz.

Two of Dick’s favorite summer pastimes was camping and fishing. His favorite winter pastime was skiing. The Bailey kids were beneficiaries of these excursions. All learned to fish and ski.

Other family excursions included train trips to Calfornia, a river rafting trip down the Yampa and Green Rivers, a horse pack trip into the Uinta Mountains, an overnight ski trip to Brighton, and many other memorable vacations, fishing/camping trips, and ski outings.

Dick worked long hours to make his business a success. He had to. Marie was a devout Catholic, and wanted all of her children educated at Catholic schools. With 6 children, this was expensive. In 1959, the family moved to McClelland Street within walking distance of Judge Memorial Catholic High School.

In 1960, Dick and Keith Montague joined forces and formed the advertising art company called Bailey-Montague & Associates. The company thrived. To this day, long after Dick and Monty retired, the company still maintains the same name.

Dick retired in 1983 when he turned 65. Shortly thereafter they sold their home on McClelland Street and moved to the Brookstone Condominiums where they now reside.

Dick and Marie have spent their retirement years traveling around the United States on birding trips, excursions to Southern Utah on weekend getaways, golfing, reading, and coddling the newest addition to their household, a cocker spaniel named Duffy.

The following is an article that appeared in the Salt Lake Tribune, March 13, 1960

Business Portrait

Richard Q. Bailey ... His Art ‘Ads’ Up

No one possesses native talent. It is something forged by desire.

That's Richard Q. Bailey's view, a view he has acquired over 20 years gathering talent for his advertising art studio, Richard Q Bailey and Associates.

If a kid comes in looking for work and shows he has a lot of desire - the kind you work 8 to 12 hours a day seven days a week for - I'll pick him over the one who has a portfolio of pretty pictures," says Mr. Bailey.

Mr. Bailey, perhaps, unconsciously equates talent with the kind of youngster he once was He was one of those kids who spent more time drawing pictures in his notebook than paying attention to teacher.

FRIENDS LIKED WHAT he drew, encouraged him to study art. Unfortunately, Weber College did not offer a course in advertising art. Bu Mr. Bailey worked part time in a department store and learned something of display and advertising.

He ended his formal education after two years in Weber College, came to Salt Lake City and joined the advertising and display department of a department store—for S125 . a month.

AT NIGHTS HE DID freelance work, soon built up a clientele that gave him a rather striking income for the time. In two years he was able to resign from his salaried job and take up the more lucrative business of working for himself. He organized his own studio in 1943 in the Walker Bank Bldg., where he is still situated.

Today the 10-man staff of Richard Q. Bailey and Associates produces about $7,000 worth of business monthly. Varied production includes animated cartoons for television, historic maps, lettering, illustrations for a recipe book, billboard design, slide presentations for sales meetings, even murals.

ESSENTIALLY THE AGENCY produces the art needs. for clients or for the many area advertising agencies. do not have their own art departments.

The future for advertising is bright, contends Mr. Bailey. It has developed rapidly as an art form. It has become entertaining, varied, compelling.

AND THE CHANGE in the past four years has moved swiftly, so much that the tutored eye can see that what was quite up-to-date in 1956 is old-fashioned in 1960.
What's the role of the creative art studio?

The industry is continually swept by trends—new art forms, new techniques for Visual presentation. These are assimilated and perhaps given new expression by the individual agencies.

BUT THE FINAL arbitrator of form and taste is the client. Some clients are flexible, will yield readily to suggestions by studio staffs; some are immovable, have their own notions about what they want to say and how they want to say it.

"You can butt your head against the wall," says Mr. Bailey of the latter kind, "but you don’t butt too long; you’ll lose a client."

ONE IMPORTANT aspect of a modern agency is the experience of the staff. It is important, for example, to know something of many other businesses, to be their spokesmen via visual presentation.

This takes experience and—ideally—a formal education. "I doubt that I could have gotten into the field today with the experience I had when I started," observes Mr. Bailey.

JUST TWO WEEKS ago Salt Lake ad man Keith E. Montague, handy both with the words and the art, joined Mr. Bailey as partner.

"It was among the best moves I’ve ever made," says Mr. Bailey enthusiastically of the new relationship.

Mr. Bailey was born in Monticello, San Juan County. in 1917. When he was nine his father moved to Ogden to work for a chain store. It was the kind of business that kept the Baileys on the move for many years.

HE MET HIS WIFE, the former Marie Leverich of Salt Lake City, when both were studying at the WPA art center. They were married in 1940.

In 1943, just three months after starting his own business, Mr. Bailey enlisted in the Army Air Force, ended up as a turret gunner on a B29 in the Pacific.

His combat days were scarcely dramatic, he recalls. The war was nearing an end, and not a single Zero nor blast of flack threatened his craft. His most dangerous moment: U.S. anti-aircraft gunners once fired bursts about the plane when it didn’t identify itself.

THE BAILEYS HAVE six children: Richard, 18; James 15; Tom, 12; John, 7; Mary Jo, 6, and Elizabeth 2. Parents: Alvin L. BAILEY and Leona Jean WALTON.

He was married to Marie Hylda LEVERICH on 21 Dec 1940 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Marie and Dick met at the Salt Lake Art Center in Reservoir Park, Salt Lake City. They were both enrolled in a figure study art class.

Dick joined the war effort after Richard was born. Jim was born while he was stationed in Florida. Marie and the 2 children lived with Dick's parents near 39th S. & 5th E. while Dick was in the military and for a couple of years thereafter.

They bought their first home, which Dick designed, at 2484 Hartford St. near Sugarhouse in 1948 where they lived until 1959. With 6 kids, they needed more space and wanted to be closer to Judge Memorial, so they moved to 721 McClelland St. They lived at McClelland St. until Dick retired in 1982. In 1983, they moved to their present home in the Brookstone Condominiums in Holladay.

Bailey is an English occupational name for a steward or official, from the Middle English bailli = carrier, porter. In Scotland, the bailli is the magistrate and bailiff is a form that has evolved elsewhere. Occasionally, the name is derived as an English Place name from a Middle English word derived from Old French baille = enclosure. In this form it originally meant the person living by the outer wall of the castle, but Old Bailey, a place in Lancashire which formed part of the outer wall of some medieval castle, also became the origin for surname for people from that location. There are numerous variations in many countries, including Baillie (Scotland), Bayless , Bailess, Lebailly (French), Bally (Swiss), Baglione (Italian), and Bailloux (Provencal).
Children were: Richard Leverich BAILEY, James Stephen BAILEY, Thomas Quinn BAILEY, John William BAILEY, Mary Jo BAILEY, Elizabeth Ann BAILEY.

bullet Sarah Elizabeth BAILEY died in 1842. She was born on 16 Nov 1842 in Crawley, Buckinghamshire, England. Parents: William Henry BAILEY and Amelia READ.

bullet Scott Andrew BAILEY Photo was born on 14 Dec 1977 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Parents: John William BAILEY and Robin TEMPLE.

bullet Simone Marie BAILEY was born on 5 Apr 1998 in Peebles, Scotland. Parents: Bryan Richard BAILEY and Rachel JOHNSON.

bullet Stephen Craig BAILEY was born on 23 Apr 1953 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Parents: William Walton BAILEY and Leonore Jeanne MALLY.

bullet Susan Quinn BAILEY Parents: William Walton BAILEY and Leonore Jeanne MALLY.

bullet Thelma Pointer BAILEY was born on 11 Jun 1902 in Arriola, Montezuma, Colorado. She died on 3 Mar 1958. Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG.

She was married to Howard T. CORBIT on 30 Oct 1919 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah.

bulletThomas Quinn BAILEY Photo was born on 14 Mar 1948 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He died on 10 Jul 2004 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. He was a Color Print Processor.

Tom wrote the following autobiography in November 1997:

Thomas Quinn Bailey was born coincidentally on his mother’s birthday, 14 March 1948, in Salt Lake City, Utah. Tom graduated from Judge Memorial Catholic High School cum laude with 2 journalism service awards. Tom was very musically inclined and appeared on stage 4 years in a row at the Judge Memorial Christmas talent assembly. He taught music and managed Jack’s Drum and Guitar Shop in Sugarhouse during his high school years.

Tom attended the University of Utah for several years studying mathematics, business, and liberal arts. He was active in the Kappa Sigma Fraternity.

Concurrently he kept up with his musical aspirations and performed professionally in two different groups playing guitar, 5-string banjo, and mandolin as an arranger.

Tom went on to become an accomplished professional photographer working at Stockdale Corporation as reproduction supervisor overseeing among other things custom color printing and motion picture timing. He became an Associate member of the Society of Motion Picture and Television Engineers (ASMTE) in 1975.

Later he worked at Olympus Media where he performed production services including film editing and cinematography for various clients including the U.S. Office of Education, Mountain Fuel Supply Co., the Utah Travel Council, and Eaton-Kenway Engineering.

In 1979 Tom attempted to start his own business built around industrial still photography. Unfortunately at this time his career took a downturn for health reasons. He was diagnosed during this time with a semi-mysterious inherited mental disease medically described as Bi-Polar I Affective Disorder.

This mental ailment was a serious cause for worry amongst his entire family. After a long period of recuperation that included 2 accidental incarcerations, 13 years of ongoing psychiatric and psychotherapeutic treatment, and above all else the care and love of his family, he was able to attain an SSI disability designation from the Social Security Administration in 1994.

Tom’s short community service retributions included voluntary work at St. Vincent de Paul’s rescue mission, completion of the CAMI program at Valley Mental Health, where he received in 1994 a certificate of completion, equivalent to a Master’s Certificate in Psychology, Psychiatry, and Social Work.

Because of 1997 federal social reform legislation passed on 1 Jan 1997, he is still in an almost universal predicament. Tom is in the appeal process and doing his best to rectify his position, as well as having definite empathy with the fellow citizens of the USA who share his predicament.

He likes to admit if questioned that he wants to put his life back together and "start paying taxes again".

"I’d like to start enjoying my hobbies of refurbishing old furniture, golfing, skiing, dancing, training exotic pedigree animals, reading, music, and as a professional status photographer.

An older sibling once described Tom as an "astrologer extraordinaire". Tom might say, "I appreciate the compliment, Jim, but, to me, astrology is just a part of life, and, just like everything else in life, you have to look at it philosophically." TQB 24 Nov 1997.

Eulogy (written by his brother Jim):

Tom was 3 years younger than me. I took up the guitar at age 15 and Tom decided to also, at 12, but soon gave it up (small hands). Shortly thereafter, he took up banjo and was somewhat a musical prodigy. He was great at playing Lester Flatt and Earl Scruggs tunes, such as Foggy Mountain Breakdown. I soon found myself relegated to playing rhythm guitar for his virtuoso solos. He played one Spanish tune; the name escapes me that was a favorite amongst us Baileys. Andalusa?

 In our early teenage years, we were a cute act, playing at a Bailey family reunion in Monticello one year, and for our great Aunt Verona's garden club. I couldn't sing (neither could Tom) and saw no future in it. Tom was much more the musician and went on to play guitar, mandolin, etc. He couldn't sing either.

 We were really close back then, bonded by bluegrass music, mostly. Tom needed someone to play rhythm guitar for his banjo, and I fit the bill.

 Tom was also, what we in the family would refer to as, Cop Prone. If he would throw a kegger for his friends in high school, it would be raided by the cops. If he jaywalked, he would get a ticket. One night, when he got in trouble, his mom cut off his bangs, assuming this would cure his "wild" nature.

 I spent 4 years in the military, including a year in Vietnam. When I returned, Tom was a changed person. He was the quintessential Hippie. During this time, late teens and twenties, Tom did a lot of drugs, primarily LSD and pot. I think, also, during the 4 years I was gone, undiagnosed bipolar mental disorder was starting to influence Tom's mental processes . This disease would not be recognized for another 10 or more years.

 Tom had a strong circle of friends back then. He has always been highly social, friendly, and caring. He was heavily into astrology and a master astrologist. He used to discuss his Ouiji board experiences, including talking to people on the Sun. This is about the time I suspected that he might have mental or drug-induced problems.

He talked strongly about his friends, whom he deeply valued. I, being the practical person, would tell Tom that his friends would move away, get married, etc., and that he needed to plan for his future. He was convinced that he would make his living in the music business and that his friends would always be close by. He had a successful local band, playing around SLC in clubs, with an outstanding female soloist. She had a beautiful voice, and I would try to explain to Tom that she was the main attraction, and that he would have a very difficult time  in the music business as a guitar player.

Tom started a career in photography, doing professional color photo processing for Stockdale. He later formed his own company, but was soon plagued by mental problems beyond his control. At this point, it became apparent to Tom and his family that he had a serious problem.

In ensuing years, the alcohol, and his inherited mental condition, pretty much took over Tom's life. He was obviously an alcoholic to anybody who knew him well, but the good, kind, generous spirit that was Tom always shown through. He also had to deal with a bipolar mental disorder, but, for Tom, he mostly experienced manic phases, and seemed to self-medicate the down times with alcohol.

Christmas was a favorite time for Tom. He loved giving gifts. Hampered by his limited income, he would go through great efforts to pick out gifts for his family from Deseret Industries. The holidays were also a manic phase for Tom, lasting many weeks. He was such a good spirit during these times that it was hard to fault his obvious inebriation. Tom's tomato aspic, which he made with a Santa Claus mold one year, was a classic.

Some of my fondest memories of Tom were when he was very young. He was such a cute, friendly kid, and exhibited such great talent. He was a master yo-yoist, knowing all the tricks. He also built detailed model trains and villages. Tom had many gifts.

Although Tom occasionally seemed a burden to his family and friends in later years because of drinking and mental problems beyond his control, he was dearly loved by all who knew him well for his deep, caring nature and friendly disposition. We will miss him very much. Eulogy by brother Jim, July 2004.
Parents: Richard Quinn BAILEY and Marie Hylda LEVERICH.

bullet Tryphena BAILEY was born on 22 Sep 1851 in Northampton, England. She died on 26 Jan 1919. Parents: William Henry BAILEY and Amelia READ.

bulletVictor BAILEY was born on 5 Apr 1894 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah. He died on 30 Jan 1983 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG .

He was married to Mary Elinda SPENCER on 20 Dec 1915 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah.

bulletWilliam BAILEY was born on 30 Apr 1769 in Gillow Heath, England. He died in 1837. Parents: William Henry BAILEY and Phebe.

Children were: William Henry BAILEY.

bulletWilliam BAILEY JR. was born about 1788 in Hazel Grove, Cheshire, England. He was a Shoemaker.

Children were: William Henry BAILEY .

bulletWilliam Francis BAILEY was born on 6 Jul 1954 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake Co., Utah. Parents: William Walton BAILEY and Leonore Jeanne MALLY.

bullet William Henry BAILEY

Children were: William BAILEY.

bulletWilliam Henry BAILEY was born on 28 May 1876 in Cedar City, Iron Co., Utah. He died on 21 Nov 1942 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah. Parents: Nephi BAILEY and Annie Eva Augusta MACKELPRANG .

bulletWilliam Henry BAILEY Photo was born on 6 Apr 1814 in Hazel Grove, Cheshire, England. He died on 6 Dec 1901 in Ogden, Weber Co., Utah. He was a Shoemaker.
On 6 April 1815 (alternatively 1811 or 1814) in Hazel Grove, Cheshire, England, Henry Bailey was born to William Bailey and his second wife, Mary Bailey.

Three years later, Amelia Read was born 2 October 1818 in North Crowley, Buckinghamshire, England, the oldest daughter and second of 11 children of William Read and Sarah Brimley.

Henry and Amelia were married on 2 April (or 20 June) 1838; their first child, William Henry, was born 16 October 1838 in Cheshire.

Henry joined The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the Raunds branch of the British Mission on 3 March 1841.

Nearly five years after Henry joined the church, Amelia was baptized on 30 January 1846. At that time, Henry was "commencing to travel and labor in the Manchester conference, and [the family made its] home at New Hills, in Derbyshire, where [Henry] raised up a branch in that town, and represented them in the general conferences.

Following in the footsteps of his father, William, Henry was a shoemaker (a cordwainer); he taught the trade to his son Nephi.

Henry and Amelia were the parents of ten children: five boys and five girls:

· The oldest, William Henry, was born 16 October 1838 in Cheshire (he was lost at sea).
· Sarah Elizabeth (who died as an infant) and Joseph Moroni were born one year apart, on 16 November 1842 and 16 December 1843, in Crawley, Buckinghamshire.
· Another Sarah Elizabeth (who only lived to age three), was born in Bedfordshire in 1844.
· Nephi was born 19 November 1846 in Derbyshire.
· Leonora (14 July 1849), Tryphena (22 September 1851), Alvin (28 January 1856) and Mary Ellen (26 January 1858), were all born in Raunds, Northhamptonshire.
· On 16 May 1858 the Baileys were received into a branch of the London Conference. Their youngest child, John Ezra, was born in London on 22 November 1862.

At the time of the 1851 British Census, the family, with William, Joseph Moroni, Nephi and Lenore at home, were living in the village of Raunds. Henry’s father and mother, William and Mary Bailey, were living nearby in North Raunds.

While in the Raunds branch of the British Mission, Henry Bailey baptized or confirmed several of his wife’s family; ordained one of her brothers a priest; and in 1854 ordained her father, William Read, an elder.

Years later a church leader "spoke of his long acquaintance with Father Bailey and his wife in London for many years, and [said he] always looked upon them as a father and mother through their loving kindness shown to all that had anything to do with them."

Henry and Amelia, with their children Tryphena, Mary Ann and John, emigrated to America from London, leaving on the ship Minnesota on 4 September 1872; they crossed the plains with what Henry later called the "10 pound company" (letter) and settled in Ogden, Utah.

On 10 October 1896, at the age of 78, Amelia died in Ogden "without a moment’s warning" of "neuralgia of the heart" (June 1897 obituary) or "fatty degeneration of the heart" (death certificate). At that time she had a posterity of ten children, 42 grandchildren and four great grandchildren.

At her death Nephi wrote, "She died as she had lived, a faithful Latter-day Saint, a kind and faithful wife and devoted mother, and was beloved by all who knew her." (February 1897 obituary)

Less than one year later, on 20 September 1897, Henry wrote to his son Nephi, who was then serving a mission for the L.D.S. Church in England; Henry was approximately 86, Nephi was 50: "My dear boy, your poor father is worrying and feels lost, almost living all alone and feels at times if I went to my Darling Lamb’s grave I should lay down on the grave and stop there, and I can’t help it." He then relates how his wife’s sister-in-law, Ellen Read had been sick for several weeks. "When she was taken sick the family went to fetch the Doctor to her, but she told your uncle [Josiah Read] to come down and fetch me. She said she has got more faith in me that all the Doctors combined, so I went and administered to her. She is quite low now, but I pray she may be made whole." Lastly he tells Nephi of Bailey family relations and admonishes him to greet them and collect information. "Give my kind love to all of them, Find out if you can if they have forgave their Brother."

On 7 December 1901, Henry died at his home, 2743 Lincoln Avenue, in Ogden, of "general debility" and "old age."

William is our 2nd Great Grandfather Parents: William BAILEY and Mary (Bailey). Parents: William BAILEY JR. and Mary (Bailey).

He was married to Amelia READ. Children were: William Henry BAILEY, Joseph Moroni BAILEY, Sarah Elizabeth BAILEY, Nephi BAILEY, Lenora BAILEY, Tryphena BAILEY, Alvin BAILEY, Mary Ellen BAILEY, John Ezra BAILEY.

bullet William Henry BAILEY was born on 16 Oct 1838 in Comstall Bridge, Cheshire, England. He died LOST AT SEA. Parents: William Henry BAILEY and Amelia READ.

bullet William Walton BAILEY Photo was born on 11 Aug 1924 in Monticello, San Juan Co., Utah. Parents: Alvin L. BAILEY and Leona Jean WALTON.

He was married to Leonore Jeanne MALLY on 28 Feb 1949 in Santa Fe, Santa Fe Co., New Mexico. Children were: Karen Lynn BAILEY, Stephen Craig BAILEY, William Francis BAILEY, Paul BAILEY, Susan Quinn BAILEY.

bullet Grace BAITHES

bulletChrysigona BAKER.

She was married to Henry LEONARD [SIR KNIGHT] in 1589 in England.

bullet Elizabeth BAKER

She was married to George SCOTT on 13 Oct 1560 in Bradfield, Suffolk, England.

bullet John BAKER

He was married to Elizabeth SANDFORD about 1525 in Sandford, Shropshire, England.

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