He lived a simple life. While he always wanted to provide more for his family, he was satisfied with just the basic necessities for himself. Fancy clothes, food, entertainment were not his style.
He loved reading scriptures. My strongest memory is of him sitting by his 40 watt bulbed lamp in the living room reading the Book of Mormon.
Even though his hearing failed him in his later years, his clear tenor voice was always on pitch. I loved sitting near him in church to harmonize with him.
His hands were strong and calloused.
He loved water. While walking to the Arizona Temple he would pause long enough to splash with his foot if there was water in the gutter he was crossing.
His smile lit up his whole face. It almost seemed like it would crack because his face was so weather-beaten.
He bought a Studebaker car at the end of World War II, but struggled to drive it. One day he was approaching his house in Snowflake and ran into the fence at the front, all the while pulling back on the steering wheel and shouting "Whoa".
He would never cook at home, but could create a wonderful Dutch Oven meal under a small fire.
From his grandson David Decker:
Grandpa loved to work-- work was the passion of his life as I saw it. He love to sing and I thought he had a beautiful voice.
Being the youngest in my family at the time, I was often sent to ride at the ranch with Grandpa. We would ride mostly on the Day Wash allotment where Grandpa still had some cows. He would tell stories as we rode along, many of them about his favorite horses, "Legs" and "Squirrel". From the stories he told me, these horses became legendary in my young mind. Legs could travel across the range faster and smoother than any horse and Squirrel was without doubt the greatest cutting horse even known to man. When it came time to cut out an ornery critter, Squirrel was the horse for the job.
He also told me about his wrestling matches -- mostly about how his brother Nathaniel could throw any man in the area except one-- yep, Grandpa, being much smaller and of a lighter build than his brother could always throw Uncle "Than" (as he called him).
I also listened to countless hours of sermons that some day he hoped to give when called upon.
On his mission to California he and other elders played baseball in Candlestick Park with a local team. Grandpa said he hit a ball over the head of the fielders and it rolled and rolled, so he ran around the bases. Halfway between 3rd base and home plate his legs gave out and he tumbled to the ground. He struggled to get up and run, but his legs would not cooperate and so he crawled to home base, only to be tagged out, just shy of a home run.
He told me many, many stories, but I am an old grandpa myself, so my memory is fading and my mind is weak.
When I was 12 or 13 years old, Grandpa purchased a car. It was a green Studebaker. The first time he drove it to church, my Dad sent me to ride with him. As he turned to park and as we approached the sidewalk, Grandpa began to say "Whoa" to the car. It did not whoa and we went over the sidewalk and bumped into the church fence, knocking it down for about 100 ft on either side of us. Grandpa backed up off the sidewalk and when we got out he simply said, "That car won't whoa". He knocked that fence down so many times tht the Bishop finally organized a work project and removed the fence.
A highlight of my early high school days was stopping by Grandpa and Grandma's house on my way home from school. I often got a cookie or a glass of milk and piece of bread. But my favorite thing was to sit where I could see both of them in their chairs on either side of their oil stove in the living room -- Grandpa reading and Grandma either reading or crocheting or knitting.
They were Grandpa and Grandma, but it was some time after they were gone before I realized they were more than that-- they were faithful, strong pioneers who had actually lived the pioneer experience and were living examples of the greatness of those who gave so much for their faith.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Biographical Sketch of Louis Addison Decker
Louis Addison Decker was born of “goodly parents,” Zachariah Bruyn, Jr. and Emma Seraphine Smith Decker, on October 27 1873 in Parowan, Iron County, Utah. He was the third child and second son of his family.
Louis got his name from one of his French ancestors, Louis Du Bois, a Hugenot who escaped the Catholic persecutions of the Inquisition by fleeing France dressed as a woman. He and many others found refuge in Holland and from there they came to America. He and seven other Hugenots were the patentees of New Paltz, Ulster County, New York.
His grandparents Zechariah Bruyn & Nancy Bean Decker Sr. lived on the west side of the public square in Parowan and Jesse N. and Emma Seraphine West Smith lived on the south side. His parents’ home was the next to the last street on the west side of town.
On his 6th birthday his family joined the wagon train going to settle the San Juan country. This company became known as the Hole-In-the-Rock company. The sand and difficult terrain made going rough and resulted in rationing their limited supplies. It took five months to blast a precarious “slide” down to the Colorado River where a flatboat had been built to ferry them across. Climbing out on the other side of the river was almost as difficult as going into the canyon.
“Father went down that slide with his six horses and two wagons combined. He got a mule in the stretchers and the mule was thrown under the tongue of the wagon. Everything else stayed right side up. The poor old mule could not work any more and would not lead, so I had the job of keeping him with the outfit. He was too bony (and skinned) to ride side-stride and to walk and drive him was not safe, so with some kind of persuasion[Louis, who was slight and small for his age, ] rode him standing up.”
“When we got to Bluff there was not land enough in the valley for each family to have 15 acres, so Father and the Smith brothers went on up the river to where the Montezuma empties into the San Juan. There we stayed until the last of June of 1881. .. “
Hole-in-the-Rock after Lake Powell filled part of it in
While at the San Juan River, Louis was almost drowned. Like many six year olds, he was daring but lacked good sense. He ran out onto an obviously dangerous rock that was slippery with moss and damp with flood waters and slipped into the river. His brother ran screaming for help. Fortunately his uncle Silas D. (another record says cousin Steven) Smith was near and came hurriedly to the rescue of the drowning boy. Louis was so nearly dead that the rescuers had to work for a long time to revive him.
When His grandfather Jesse N. Smith was called to settle northeastern Arizona, Louis’ family left San Juan and moved to the Snowflake area, where he basically spent the rest of his life. His parents made their home in Taylor, 3 miles south of Snowflake but ran sheep west of town.
Louis was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints 9 December, 1881 by his grandfather Jesse N. Smith.
He was of a small build but was very active and loved to run, jump and wrestle with the boys. Grandpa Jesse N. even allowed him and his cousin Rob to wrestle on Aunt Augusta’s new living room rag carpet the very day it was laid—when the straw that lined it was fresh and high. Aunt Augusta remonstrated, but Grandpa said, “O, let the boys play. There’s no furniture they can spoil. We’ll all sit round and watch.” What fun! 3 Who won? That depended on who was telling the story…
In those pioneer days chances for schooling were very limited. Therefore Louis received little formal education, though his mother instilled a love of reading., particularly the scriptures.
In 1884 his father acquired a band of sheep from William J. Flake. Although even small for a ten year old, Louis became a steady shepherd of this flock. It was during this period of his life that he attained or had instilled into him many of the qualities so characteristic of his later life, especially the attribute of courage. He necessarily had to be brave because the Indians were still on the warpath, cattle barons were trying to drive individual sheep owners from the range and the woods were infested with wild animals. At times Louis was twenty the thirty miles from home, often alone.
He recounts: “the sheep were all kinds, strong and weak, old and even lambs. I was not feeling well but had to run in the lead of them and try to hold them up, and they would streak off another way. I would run and stop and cough and get my wind between times but had them pretty well checked when Father got there with the wagon that night. Three of four inches of wet snow fell and I had a fever. Father told me to keep well covered until day light and then he found me broken out with measles. He turned the sheep loose and took me to town to give the measles to the rest of the family. After the measles episode, I herded sheep nearly all the remainder of that year. Father was sick and Nathaniel and I were left alone with the sheep.”
While away from home, he started a daily journal. From this journal:
“I commence my journal June 24, 1884. My elder brother (Z.N., often called Nathaniel) and I are herding the sheep. I was 10 years old last October. I read 9 pages in the Book of Mormon today.”
“We got up quite a while before sun up. I milked the cow and we ate our breakfast and took the sheep out. I read 9 pages in the Book of Mormon. It was stormy all day. I lost my knife.”
“July 4. The bell rang in Taylor at 9:00 for the people to come to the public square. A procession was formed and we all marched through town. It was a very enjoyable day.”
“July 5. We went down to the field and pulled weeds”
“July 6. We went to Sunday School and then we went to meeting.”
“July 20. The cow got into our tent and mashed everything.”
“July 22. We are out of food. I ate some wild berries and they made me sick.”
“July 23 .Pa and Ma came up with food.” (finding the camp in disarray and the boys out of sight, his parents were very concerned until his mother found this diary under his pillow and knew the boys were O.K.)
“July 24. We got up early in the morning. I said my prayer and milked the cow. I helped my brother sharpen the ax, then we cut 20 poles. Two Indians came to our camp. One had a fan.”
“A man came today and wanted some food. He stayed all night.”
“2 stray dogs came.”
“We saw five wolves. Z.N. shot four times at them. He broke one’s leg.”
“Pa brought the family to live out here a while” (His father had built a cabin on land he had purchased to run the sheep.)
“We found a lamb we had lost.”
“We saw two deer. My brother shot at one”
“Brother Flake sent for four sheep. Pa and Constance went down with them and will stay for conference. We husked the corn while they were gone.”
“I and Jesse and Constance (younger brother and sister) herded sheep.”
Nearly every day is prefaced with, “I read the Book of Mormon or Bible.”
Sept 14. I and Inez (8 year old sister) herded the sheep and we saw six Indians.” Of this event, Constance wrote the story published in the Juvenile Instructor Vol. 37. P. 183-4 1902.
Their mother had packed a pail of lunch consisting of biscuits and home-made cheese, and the children went out to herd the flock. For some time they sat in the shade reading and tending their herd. When they were about ready to eat the lunch, they heard the cry which every pioneer feared and dreaded—Apache Indians whooping. Louis, just eleven years old tried to hide his sister but he was too late. The Indians rode up to them whooping and yelling. Louis, to protect himself, always wore an old pistol which was so large for the little boy that he had difficulty carrying it. But he bravely strode forward to meet the Indians.
The Indians drew reign and demanded, “pan” (food). Taking the lunch pail from his sister, Louis passed the biscuits around. Delighted with the pistol the Indian chief swiftly attempted to confiscate it. Angrily Louis put his finger on the trigger and commanded, “Let go, or I’ll shoot.” Insistently the Indian pulled on the gun, but something in Louis’s eyes and in the determined way he did not let go of the gun, made the Indian halt. He was determined to get something, and demanded a sheep. Louis said, “My father said you cannot have any of our sheep.” The Indians did not press him, but went on their way whooping and yelling. In his encounters with the Indians, he found that courage inevitably wins respect, while meekness more often encourages impertinence.
One night Louis was left alone with the sheep. His father had gone to Snowflake, 25 miles away. Louis was sitting near his fire when he heard a voice calling. Thinking that his father was returning, he answered repeatedly. The voice continued and suddenly Louis realized that his camp was encircled by panthers. Frightened and trembling, he crawled into his tent, after having first rekindling the fire.
During the night he woke to replenish his fire and heard the sheep stirring and their bells ringing quite loudly. Buckling his gun around his waist, he bravely walked down to the bedded sheep. Just as he came onto the herd, a streak of lightning revealed a large panther killing one of their tiny lambs. Instantly the panther left his kill, having seen the boy. It fiercely sprang at him, but Louis was prepared. A moment later, the panther lay stretched upon the ground and he, a small 11 year old boy stood there alone, but unharmed.
During the time when the Aztec Cattle Company was pressing all small owners from the range, they tried repeatedly to drive Z. B. Decker and his sons from their properties. They failed. Both the man and the boys steadfastly maintained that “it’s a free country”. Into these ruthless men a feeling akin to fear sprang up. They were known to say, “All those Decker boys need is a sack of flour, a book and a gun.”
In 1887, while Nathaniel and he were sheep-herding, the family was struck with diphtheria. Four of the children, Inez (11), Jesse (8), Clarinda (2) and Curtis (6 months) died within a week. Only the two older boys (warned to not come home) and Constance and Daphne survived. In 1889 James Alvin was born.
“I was very small when I was 16 years old. My sister Constance and I stood at the same notch and each weighed 96 pounds.” 9 As an adult he finally grew to about 5’ 7” but kept his slender build all his life.
Louis loved the out- of –doors. He loved the good earth and the water. He loved to go out in a storm. It never rained hard enough to bring him into the house. The Arizona “gully-washers” kept him busy guiding the water over his land. He loved to watch the washes run muddy, high and wild.
On New Years’ Day 1890 we had a total eclipse of the sun. When the sun came up that morning, the moon stood squarely between the sun and the earth. We all celebrated the day in Taylor.
In 1892 Nathaniel went to Provo to school and I was left with the responsibility of the ranch and stock. One day I rode out to the sheep herd in my new high heeled boots and found the herder perfectly snowblind. I had to give him my horse and let him go and I was left for three weeks with the herd alone in those boots. They wore welts on both sides of my ankles until it was almost unbearable… I had to herd the sheep and lamb them out almost alone.”
At an MIA conference he sang a song. His voice was in the process of changing. He pitched the song too high and made a very difficult number out of it. Many of the young folks laughed. One young girl got very tickled about this, Achsah Mae Hatch. She laughed at the very embarrassed Louis until Sister DeWitt spoke to her seriously. “Achsah, you’d better not laugh so hard. You’ll marry that young fellow some day.”
Achsah did not laugh more, but she vividly remembered this occasion when Louis first came to Woodruff to ask Brother L. H. Hatch if he might court his daughter.
Louis was ordained an elder by his grandfather Jesse N. Smith on 29 Nov 1896. The next spring he started courting Achsah Mae Hatch and they decided to marry. “I had but little schooling and she no more, but I was 23 and she 21 and we agreed to share life together. My sister Constance wanted to go to school at Provo, so on September 12 we started out by team and wagon to go to Utah…on a road I did not know, with two girls for company.” They did not know where the very scarce watering holes were and when they did find them, they had been “awfully perfumed by coyotes. Sometimes the horses drank and sometimes they only smelled.” (He doesn’t mention whether he and the girls drank the water.)
“Well we spent 17 long days getting to Parowan where we found my [father’s family] well. We stayed a few days, then took the train the rest of the way to Salt Lake City and Constance went to Provo for school.
On Oct. 8, Mae and Louis were married in the Salt Lake Temple. The services lasted from 8 a.m. until 6 p.m. 26 young couples were married that day. We stayed at Aunt Susan Smith’s home where I met some of my Smith relatives, then went to Logan and Franklin, Idaho, where a number of May’s brothers and sisters lived.
After their wedding trip, Louis contracted to carry mail on horseback between Heber to Young for the winter. When spring came they moved May’s organ and sewing machine, a table, cupboard, two nice chests made by her father, Lorenzo Hill Hatch and a rocking chair, table and chairs Louis traded for into a small log house in Taylor where most of their children were born. Louis continued to farm and carried freight between Holbrook and Ft. Apache (80 miles).
Six children were born in the next 10 years: Louis Francis b. 20 Nov 1898, Catherine b. 27 Mar 1901, Lorenzo Bruyn b. 24 Mar 1903, Alma Virgil b. 30 Dec 1904, Don Zechariah b. 18 Sep 1906 and Jesse Smith b. 10 April 1908.
Louis rode their horse “Old Mage” to Holbrook where he sold the horse and bought a train ticket to Los Angeles, arriving 20 Nov 1908. “I got myself equipped with a derby hat, a Prince Albert suit and other needs at Los Angeles and was sent to San Jose the first five months. He later served 7 months in Sacramento, then Reno, Nevada. The last 4 months were in San Diego. At the last of August 1910 he was released to go home. He went by way of Phoenix where they told him he had lost out his homestead claim. He insisted on a hearing, which he also lost but was able to preserve his homestead rights for the same land.
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In the spring of 1911 he started planting out at the ranch to “improve” his property. While he was gone, Joy Wesley was born 16 May 1911. He was a premature baby and after a difficult delivery, suffered from cerebral palsy throughout his life. He learned to read but never was able to walk or feed himself without help. He was both a burden and a blessing for the entire family, until his death from a fall on 3 June 1937.
16 Feb 1913 Carl Hatch was born. At the time of his birth Mae had contracted a severe case of pneumonia and was very slow to recover. She was exhausted from caring for Joy who was two years older than Carl.
Glenavieve was born 12 April 1915 in Taylor. They moved out permanently to the homestead in March 1916 leaving Catherine, Lorenzo and Alma in town to finish the school session. The two boys were sick with mumps, but the Forest officers told me I must be on the ranch with my family or lose the property. I got Mae and small children located at the ranch in an unfinished house and rode old Jeff to town 18 miles to check on the boys with mumps. The boys were in fair shape but on his return he turned sick. He tried to get his cattle out of some loco weed but was so sick he just barely made it back to their house. Mumps on the range was a real case.
On 16 Dec. 1916 the youngest child, Freda Seraphina was born in Snowflake. Louis was able to file under the Homestead Act early in 1915. A school was established with 5 families and a Sunday school was organized for which he served as Superintendent.
18 Jan 1925 he was ordained a High Priest and set apart as a member of the Stake High Council by Apostle George F. Richards. He was very humble about this position and honored it highly. He never missed the meetings because of irrigating the field, nor for any other reason.17
Louis loved the theater. He often was cast as the villian. Local children were afraid to sit near their family in church and would cross the street so not to encounter Louis after some of his performances. He acted in many home and church dramatics and sang in the church choir. His clear tenor voice was an asset to any choir. He would entertain his children and grandchildren with a collection of songs such as "Johnny Sands", " I was Wrecked Amongst the Indians", etc.
Louis and Mae Decker 1938
Louis was honest. He could see no use for even white lies in an honest world. He loved his family, his country and his God. He never missed casting his vote for persons and government issues, national or local
He and his uncle Samuel F. Smith were very close friends. They were only a few weeks apart in age and were more like brothers, than uncle and nephew.
There were many lean years in Louis’ life. Each of his children had to work hard for the necessities of life. They all loved school and managed to get the education they needed (most have advanced degrees in various fields) without government assistance.
Louis never had a pension. His draft number was up in 1917 but he had 10 children and an irregular heart beat so did not serve in World War I.18
He did not have much schooling, but he loved to read and was conversant on many subjects. He learned Spanish from his Mexican sheepherders. His childhood reading of the Book of Mormon gave him great knowledge of it. He often read it in Spanish as well as English. He had a sure knowledge of God’s existence and His love for mankind
Achsah Mae and Louis A. Decker
Golden Wedding 1948
“Louis died 6 April 1960 in Gunnison, Utah after a stroke on March 7. The last thing he said to his family was, “Thank you all for all you have done for me.” They thank him for his great love for them. He taught by word and deed and made this world a better place for each of them by his faith, his hope and his charity.” 19
Louis A. Decker story, written by himself (in possession of many grandchildren)
Sketch of the Life of Louis Addison Decker by his wife, Achsah Mae Hatch (in possession of many grandchildren)
Louis got his name from one of his French ancestors, Louis Du Bois, a Hugenot who escaped the Catholic persecutions of the Inquisition by fleeing France dressed as a woman. He and many others found refuge in Holland and from there they came to America. He and seven other Hugenots were the patentees of New Paltz, Ulster County, New York.
His grandparents Zechariah Bruyn & Nancy Bean Decker Sr. lived on the west side of the public square in Parowan and Jesse N. and Emma Seraphine West Smith lived on the south side. His parents’ home was the next to the last street on the west side of town.
On his 6th birthday his family joined the wagon train going to settle the San Juan country. This company became known as the Hole-In-the-Rock company. The sand and difficult terrain made going rough and resulted in rationing their limited supplies. It took five months to blast a precarious “slide” down to the Colorado River where a flatboat had been built to ferry them across. Climbing out on the other side of the river was almost as difficult as going into the canyon.
“When we got to Bluff there was not land enough in the valley for each family to have 15 acres, so Father and the Smith brothers went on up the river to where the Montezuma empties into the San Juan. There we stayed until the last of June of 1881. .. “
Hole-in-the-Rock after Lake Powell filled part of it in
While at the San Juan River, Louis was almost drowned. Like many six year olds, he was daring but lacked good sense. He ran out onto an obviously dangerous rock that was slippery with moss and damp with flood waters and slipped into the river. His brother ran screaming for help. Fortunately his uncle Silas D. (another record says cousin Steven) Smith was near and came hurriedly to the rescue of the drowning boy. Louis was so nearly dead that the rescuers had to work for a long time to revive him.
When His grandfather Jesse N. Smith was called to settle northeastern Arizona, Louis’ family left San Juan and moved to the Snowflake area, where he basically spent the rest of his life. His parents made their home in Taylor, 3 miles south of Snowflake but ran sheep west of town.
Louis was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints 9 December, 1881 by his grandfather Jesse N. Smith.
He was of a small build but was very active and loved to run, jump and wrestle with the boys. Grandpa Jesse N. even allowed him and his cousin Rob to wrestle on Aunt Augusta’s new living room rag carpet the very day it was laid—when the straw that lined it was fresh and high. Aunt Augusta remonstrated, but Grandpa said, “O, let the boys play. There’s no furniture they can spoil. We’ll all sit round and watch.” What fun! 3 Who won? That depended on who was telling the story…
In those pioneer days chances for schooling were very limited. Therefore Louis received little formal education, though his mother instilled a love of reading., particularly the scriptures.
In 1884 his father acquired a band of sheep from William J. Flake. Although even small for a ten year old, Louis became a steady shepherd of this flock. It was during this period of his life that he attained or had instilled into him many of the qualities so characteristic of his later life, especially the attribute of courage. He necessarily had to be brave because the Indians were still on the warpath, cattle barons were trying to drive individual sheep owners from the range and the woods were infested with wild animals. At times Louis was twenty the thirty miles from home, often alone.
He recounts: “the sheep were all kinds, strong and weak, old and even lambs. I was not feeling well but had to run in the lead of them and try to hold them up, and they would streak off another way. I would run and stop and cough and get my wind between times but had them pretty well checked when Father got there with the wagon that night. Three of four inches of wet snow fell and I had a fever. Father told me to keep well covered until day light and then he found me broken out with measles. He turned the sheep loose and took me to town to give the measles to the rest of the family. After the measles episode, I herded sheep nearly all the remainder of that year. Father was sick and Nathaniel and I were left alone with the sheep.”
While away from home, he started a daily journal. From this journal:
“I commence my journal June 24, 1884. My elder brother (Z.N., often called Nathaniel) and I are herding the sheep. I was 10 years old last October. I read 9 pages in the Book of Mormon today.”
“We got up quite a while before sun up. I milked the cow and we ate our breakfast and took the sheep out. I read 9 pages in the Book of Mormon. It was stormy all day. I lost my knife.”
“July 4. The bell rang in Taylor at 9:00 for the people to come to the public square. A procession was formed and we all marched through town. It was a very enjoyable day.”
“July 5. We went down to the field and pulled weeds”
“July 6. We went to Sunday School and then we went to meeting.”
“July 20. The cow got into our tent and mashed everything.”
“July 22. We are out of food. I ate some wild berries and they made me sick.”
“July 23 .Pa and Ma came up with food.” (finding the camp in disarray and the boys out of sight, his parents were very concerned until his mother found this diary under his pillow and knew the boys were O.K.)
“July 24. We got up early in the morning. I said my prayer and milked the cow. I helped my brother sharpen the ax, then we cut 20 poles. Two Indians came to our camp. One had a fan.”
“A man came today and wanted some food. He stayed all night.”
“2 stray dogs came.”
“We saw five wolves. Z.N. shot four times at them. He broke one’s leg.”
“Pa brought the family to live out here a while” (His father had built a cabin on land he had purchased to run the sheep.)
“We found a lamb we had lost.”
“Brother Flake sent for four sheep. Pa and Constance went down with them and will stay for conference. We husked the corn while they were gone.”
“I and Jesse and Constance (younger brother and sister) herded sheep.”
Nearly every day is prefaced with, “I read the Book of Mormon or Bible.”
Sept 14. I and Inez (8 year old sister) herded the sheep and we saw six Indians.” Of this event, Constance wrote the story published in the Juvenile Instructor Vol. 37. P. 183-4 1902.
Their mother had packed a pail of lunch consisting of biscuits and home-made cheese, and the children went out to herd the flock. For some time they sat in the shade reading and tending their herd. When they were about ready to eat the lunch, they heard the cry which every pioneer feared and dreaded—Apache Indians whooping. Louis, just eleven years old tried to hide his sister but he was too late. The Indians rode up to them whooping and yelling. Louis, to protect himself, always wore an old pistol which was so large for the little boy that he had difficulty carrying it. But he bravely strode forward to meet the Indians.
The Indians drew reign and demanded, “pan” (food). Taking the lunch pail from his sister, Louis passed the biscuits around. Delighted with the pistol the Indian chief swiftly attempted to confiscate it. Angrily Louis put his finger on the trigger and commanded, “Let go, or I’ll shoot.” Insistently the Indian pulled on the gun, but something in Louis’s eyes and in the determined way he did not let go of the gun, made the Indian halt. He was determined to get something, and demanded a sheep. Louis said, “My father said you cannot have any of our sheep.” The Indians did not press him, but went on their way whooping and yelling. In his encounters with the Indians, he found that courage inevitably wins respect, while meekness more often encourages impertinence.
One night Louis was left alone with the sheep. His father had gone to Snowflake, 25 miles away. Louis was sitting near his fire when he heard a voice calling. Thinking that his father was returning, he answered repeatedly. The voice continued and suddenly Louis realized that his camp was encircled by panthers. Frightened and trembling, he crawled into his tent, after having first rekindling the fire.
During the night he woke to replenish his fire and heard the sheep stirring and their bells ringing quite loudly. Buckling his gun around his waist, he bravely walked down to the bedded sheep. Just as he came onto the herd, a streak of lightning revealed a large panther killing one of their tiny lambs. Instantly the panther left his kill, having seen the boy. It fiercely sprang at him, but Louis was prepared. A moment later, the panther lay stretched upon the ground and he, a small 11 year old boy stood there alone, but unharmed.
During the time when the Aztec Cattle Company was pressing all small owners from the range, they tried repeatedly to drive Z. B. Decker and his sons from their properties. They failed. Both the man and the boys steadfastly maintained that “it’s a free country”. Into these ruthless men a feeling akin to fear sprang up. They were known to say, “All those Decker boys need is a sack of flour, a book and a gun.”
In 1887, while Nathaniel and he were sheep-herding, the family was struck with diphtheria. Four of the children, Inez (11), Jesse (8), Clarinda (2) and Curtis (6 months) died within a week. Only the two older boys (warned to not come home) and Constance and Daphne survived. In 1889 James Alvin was born.
“I was very small when I was 16 years old. My sister Constance and I stood at the same notch and each weighed 96 pounds.” 9 As an adult he finally grew to about 5’ 7” but kept his slender build all his life.
Louis loved the out- of –doors. He loved the good earth and the water. He loved to go out in a storm. It never rained hard enough to bring him into the house. The Arizona “gully-washers” kept him busy guiding the water over his land. He loved to watch the washes run muddy, high and wild.
On New Years’ Day 1890 we had a total eclipse of the sun. When the sun came up that morning, the moon stood squarely between the sun and the earth. We all celebrated the day in Taylor.
In 1892 Nathaniel went to Provo to school and I was left with the responsibility of the ranch and stock. One day I rode out to the sheep herd in my new high heeled boots and found the herder perfectly snowblind. I had to give him my horse and let him go and I was left for three weeks with the herd alone in those boots. They wore welts on both sides of my ankles until it was almost unbearable… I had to herd the sheep and lamb them out almost alone.”
At an MIA conference he sang a song. His voice was in the process of changing. He pitched the song too high and made a very difficult number out of it. Many of the young folks laughed. One young girl got very tickled about this, Achsah Mae Hatch. She laughed at the very embarrassed Louis until Sister DeWitt spoke to her seriously. “Achsah, you’d better not laugh so hard. You’ll marry that young fellow some day.”
Achsah did not laugh more, but she vividly remembered this occasion when Louis first came to Woodruff to ask Brother L. H. Hatch if he might court his daughter.
Louis was ordained an elder by his grandfather Jesse N. Smith on 29 Nov 1896. The next spring he started courting Achsah Mae Hatch and they decided to marry. “I had but little schooling and she no more, but I was 23 and she 21 and we agreed to share life together. My sister Constance wanted to go to school at Provo, so on September 12 we started out by team and wagon to go to Utah…on a road I did not know, with two girls for company.” They did not know where the very scarce watering holes were and when they did find them, they had been “awfully perfumed by coyotes. Sometimes the horses drank and sometimes they only smelled.” (He doesn’t mention whether he and the girls drank the water.)
“Well we spent 17 long days getting to Parowan where we found my [father’s family] well. We stayed a few days, then took the train the rest of the way to Salt Lake City and Constance went to Provo for school.
After their wedding trip, Louis contracted to carry mail on horseback between Heber to Young for the winter. When spring came they moved May’s organ and sewing machine, a table, cupboard, two nice chests made by her father, Lorenzo Hill Hatch and a rocking chair, table and chairs Louis traded for into a small log house in Taylor where most of their children were born. Louis continued to farm and carried freight between Holbrook and Ft. Apache (80 miles).
Six children were born in the next 10 years: Louis Francis b. 20 Nov 1898, Catherine b. 27 Mar 1901, Lorenzo Bruyn b. 24 Mar 1903, Alma Virgil b. 30 Dec 1904, Don Zechariah b. 18 Sep 1906 and Jesse Smith b. 10 April 1908.
When Smith was 6 months old Louis was called to serve a mission in California. Uncle Joseph W. Smith helped Louis financially, Uncle Ezra T. Hatch farmed the ranch on Day Wash, and Brother A.Z. Palmer told Louis his family could get their “needs” from his store. Louis hauled a large stack of wood to the house and with their garden, foodstuffs brought in from the ranch and other family and friends supplied the family the two years he was gone. Francis cut the wood and milked the cow. At age 10 he worked like a man to help his mother.
Louis rode their horse “Old Mage” to Holbrook where he sold the horse and bought a train ticket to Los Angeles, arriving 20 Nov 1908. “I got myself equipped with a derby hat, a Prince Albert suit and other needs at Los Angeles and was sent to San Jose the first five months. He later served 7 months in Sacramento, then Reno, Nevada. The last 4 months were in San Diego. At the last of August 1910 he was released to go home. He went by way of Phoenix where they told him he had lost out his homestead claim. He insisted on a hearing, which he also lost but was able to preserve his homestead rights for the same land.
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San Diego District Elder L.A. Decker (far right)
As he arrived home he found his family just recovering from a hard bout with whooping cough for all the children and a worn out wife, from caring for them all. His mother and both his father-in-law and mother-in-law had died during his mission. Financially depleted, they had to start over. He farmed 14 acres near town and ran a sheep herd on his homestead.
In the spring of 1911 he started planting out at the ranch to “improve” his property. While he was gone, Joy Wesley was born 16 May 1911. He was a premature baby and after a difficult delivery, suffered from cerebral palsy throughout his life. He learned to read but never was able to walk or feed himself without help. He was both a burden and a blessing for the entire family, until his death from a fall on 3 June 1937.
Louis and Joy Decker
Louis moved his family to the ranch, organized a local school for his children and tried to farm as well as tend his sheep. Finding that the sheep and the family were more than one man could manage, he sold his sheep interests and bought cattle which were not such a demand on his time.1616 Feb 1913 Carl Hatch was born. At the time of his birth Mae had contracted a severe case of pneumonia and was very slow to recover. She was exhausted from caring for Joy who was two years older than Carl.
Glenavieve was born 12 April 1915 in Taylor. They moved out permanently to the homestead in March 1916 leaving Catherine, Lorenzo and Alma in town to finish the school session. The two boys were sick with mumps, but the Forest officers told me I must be on the ranch with my family or lose the property. I got Mae and small children located at the ranch in an unfinished house and rode old Jeff to town 18 miles to check on the boys with mumps. The boys were in fair shape but on his return he turned sick. He tried to get his cattle out of some loco weed but was so sick he just barely made it back to their house. Mumps on the range was a real case.
On 16 Dec. 1916 the youngest child, Freda Seraphina was born in Snowflake. Louis was able to file under the Homestead Act early in 1915. A school was established with 5 families and a Sunday school was organized for which he served as Superintendent.
18 Jan 1925 he was ordained a High Priest and set apart as a member of the Stake High Council by Apostle George F. Richards. He was very humble about this position and honored it highly. He never missed the meetings because of irrigating the field, nor for any other reason.17
Louis and Mae Decker 1938
Louis was honest. He could see no use for even white lies in an honest world. He loved his family, his country and his God. He never missed casting his vote for persons and government issues, national or local
He and his uncle Samuel F. Smith were very close friends. They were only a few weeks apart in age and were more like brothers, than uncle and nephew.
There were many lean years in Louis’ life. Each of his children had to work hard for the necessities of life. They all loved school and managed to get the education they needed (most have advanced degrees in various fields) without government assistance.
Louis never had a pension. His draft number was up in 1917 but he had 10 children and an irregular heart beat so did not serve in World War I.18
He did not have much schooling, but he loved to read and was conversant on many subjects. He learned Spanish from his Mexican sheepherders. His childhood reading of the Book of Mormon gave him great knowledge of it. He often read it in Spanish as well as English. He had a sure knowledge of God’s existence and His love for mankind
Achsah Mae and Louis A. Decker
Golden Wedding 1948
Louis A. and Mae Decker with grandchildren 1948
The Decker Family 1976
insert Mae and Louis
missing Joy d. 1939 and Catharine d. 1975
BIBLIOGRAPHY
Louis A. Decker story, written by himself (in possession of many grandchildren)
Sketch of the Life of Louis Addison Decker by his wife, Achsah Mae Hatch (in possession of many grandchildren)
MESSAGE FOR MY CHILDREN AND GRANDCHILDREN
I am writing this and dating it November, 1940. I am directing it to my children and dedicating it to them as my message to them.
Ou Lord and Master, Our Redeemer, Jesus Christ when He was among men was hounded and harassed by the learned men, the Pharisees, the Sadducees, the doctors and the lawyers. Finally a young lawyer, I call him an upstart, accused Him with this question: "Master, which is the greatest commandment in the law?"
Without hesitation and without enumerating the commandments given in the Law of Moses he clearly and distinctly said "Thou shalt love the Lord by God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul and with all thy mind."
Declaring that this was "the first and grate commandment and the second was like unto it. "Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself." He further declared that on these two commandments all the law and the prophets are suspended.
Now I wish to analyse these great and important commandments:
1st- It is absolutely necessary that we love.
2nd- On looking up a definition of the word "love" I find one that suits my purpose very well and that is "hold dear".
Then I say we should hold dear the Lord our God with all our hearts. The heart is an involuntary member of our body. It is impossible for our lives to endure without it. Then if we love the Lord our God with all our heart we will love him with all our physical power.
The next power that Jesus declared we should exercise to the fullest is "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all they Soul"!
We are given to understand that the Soul of man is the spirit which was born of God, reared and educated under His divine influence, and has been united with a body of flesh and bone, an earthly body if you please: these constitute the Soul of man. The Soul is the spirit and body united in one. Then if we are to love the Lord our God with all our spiritual power (the extent of which we cannot comprehend) combined with all the power of our earthly body, we should hold Him dear with all our spiritual and physical powers.
Again -- We should love the Lord our God with all our mind" Not one act of our physical bodies is accomplished that is not guilded in some degree by our mind.
Therefore, if we love the Lord with all our mind and our mind is held dear to the will of God, we shall not yield to do anything that is not dear to the will of God, we shall not yield to do anything that is not dear in the sight of God, our Heavenly Father.
I am sure if we hold dear the will of God we shall not be led to do anything that would injure ourselves nor anybody else. For "how can a man say that he loves God whom he hath not seen, and hate his brother whom he hath seen, who is made after the image and likeness of God?"
A parent who loves his children will not give them instructions to do things that would harm them.
If we love the Lord and Jesus commanded us to do, we will love His word. The work of God has been given to his children all down through the history of this world. The Bible, the Book of Mormon and the Pearl of Great Price have been given to God's chosen people in earlier dispensations, and now in this great dispensation, when the Gospel has been given in its fullness, we have the Word of God in the Doctrine and Covenants to guide us in every act of our lives, and we should love and heed His instructions as much or more as we would a loving and kind early father.
All the prophets declared certain things that should come upon this earth. The prophecies which have been written that were given by the Prophets of God that have not already been fulfilled will most assuredly come to pass. Every word of instruction and advice that God has caused to be written is for my good and for your good, if we will learn and profit by them. Then let us get acquainted with the Lord, He loves us even so much that "He gave His only begotten Son that whomsoever would, might not perish but have everlasting life." Can anyone give greater love for the children of men than this?
Then let [our family] learn and cherish the word of God that He has caused to be written, that we might learn of Him and His ways. May the love of God permeate our systems until we shall hold Him most dear, that He in turn, will love us and keep us from all harm and lead us in the path of truth and holiness continually.
MEMORIES OF GRANDFATHER LOUIS DECKER
He lived a simple life. While he always wanted to provide more for his family, he was satisfied with just the basic necessities for himself. Fancy clothes, food, entertainment were not his style.
Playing checkers with him. He was pretty good and loved to jump two or three. When he sis some extra fancy move, he would break into a giggly cackle.
He loved reading scriptures. My strongest memory is of him sitting by his 40 watt bulbed lamp in the living room reading the Book of Mormon.
Even though his hearing failed him in his later years, his clear tenor voice was always on pitch. I loved sitting near him in church to harmonize with him.
His hands were strong and calloused.
He loved water. While walking to the Arizona Temple he would pause long enough to splash with his foot if there was water in the gutter he was crossing.
His smile lit up his whole face. It almost seemed like it would crack because his face was so weather-beaten.
He bought a Studebaker car at the end of World War II, but struggled to drive it. One day he was approaching his house in Snowflake and ran into the fence at the front, all the while pulling back on the steering wheel and shouting "Whoa".
He would never cook at home, but could create a wonderful Dutch Oven meal under a small fire out in the open.
Playing checkers with him. He was pretty good and loved to jump two or three. When he sis some extra fancy move, he would break into a giggly cackle.
He loved reading scriptures. My strongest memory is of him sitting by his 40 watt bulbed lamp in the living room reading the Book of Mormon.
Even though his hearing failed him in his later years, his clear tenor voice was always on pitch. I loved sitting near him in church to harmonize with him.
His hands were strong and calloused.
He loved water. While walking to the Arizona Temple he would pause long enough to splash with his foot if there was water in the gutter he was crossing.
His smile lit up his whole face. It almost seemed like it would crack because his face was so weather-beaten.
He bought a Studebaker car at the end of World War II, but struggled to drive it. One day he was approaching his house in Snowflake and ran into the fence at the front, all the while pulling back on the steering wheel and shouting "Whoa".
He would never cook at home, but could create a wonderful Dutch Oven meal under a small fire out in the open.
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