The Ogden Family

Reflections on life and family history

Monday, December 17, 2007

In the land of my people


Last night I was working on family history stuff and fell into a history zone. I sat transfixed and desperately sought out some Anderson family history. For those that are unaware it’s like a new variety of sudoku. I love it!!

My brother Patrick seems to spend all of his time on research of the Ogden clan leaving the maternal side of our history for me to pull together. I like my Scandinavian roots and have bonded with some of these long deceased folks who seem to be urging me on. So back to last night… I was cyber sleuthing (i.e. stumbling around) in Nevada records trying to find out more about my great-grandfather Nephi’s brother, Peter Moses Anderson, who went to work in the cattle ranches somewhere near the Ruby Mountains about 1900. We don’t know but very little about him because it seems that he never came home. Well at least not that we know of. The sum total of the knowledge (in my books anyway) was a very brief two or three paragraph history. To say it was sketchy would be generous. So this was like CSI -Ely to find out anything at all.

About 1:30 am I hit pay dirt; more precious than gold as we say in northern California. There was not much about Moses Peter (or Peter Moses as the census sometimes shows) but his son, Frederick Anderson, turns out to be the key. And the scrolls would only open when I decided to pursue him as Fred Anderson instead of Frederick. Turns out that he left the ranch life as a young man, passed by the mines, and went on to college at the University of Nevada. He then caught a break and went on to Oxford England as a Rhodes Scholar where he studied medicine and then finished his Doctor of Medicine, Cum Laude, at Harvard Medical School. He returned to teach and also practice in Nevada and was instrumental in founding the University of Nevada medical school. He was active in politics and other endeavors and left his collection of papers and memorabilia, including oral histories to the School. His history fills in more about his parents etc. and there is much more to discover yet. The son was the key to the father.

So I sent the new information to the only other person I could find who had a posting about Moses Anderson, Greg McMurdie. I had just stumbled upon his very impressive family history web site called Leaves on a Tree. Greg seems to be a true researcher and scholar and by this afternoon had taken the puzzle much further. You can read about it here. I think McMurdie is the kind of friend/relative to stay close to, because he does it right and has the ability to document well and share his research. Thanks Greg.

Now.... I must sign off because tonight’s research adventure is about to begin….




Sunday, November 4, 2007

Aubrey the Runner...

Ever since Aubrey was a wee baby I have had this feeling that she may take after her aunt and uncle and be a great runner. It could of been the fact that I had to run in circles at night to get her to go to sleep, or maybe that she could outrun me by the time she was 13 months. Either way I believe it's her destiny. (Just don't' tell her dad, he thinks she is going to be the world's greatest soccer player:) When I go out for the occasional run, Aubrey offers to join me in her church shoes. I usually end up sneaking out while she isn't looking, mostly because I fear she may out run me and embarrass her poor mom. The other day she was having fun trying on my running shoes. They look good, don't you think? Maybe Santa will bring her a pair this year. Any Cross-country camps for three year olds that you know of?

Monday, October 22, 2007

Our friends the Salmon

We are eating well tonight!!!!!
Here are some more memories from the river.


(notice the fishing license?!)






I can't seem to get off this fishing stuff! I have been scanning old pictures and there are some great memories that just beg to get posted.

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Nathan's Cross Country Debut

Cedar City Cross Country Race... THE START
Yep, that's Nate leading the race in the first 400m

Nathan flying by Weber guy, 1/2 through!
Kyle on the lookout for the closest mop as unsuspecting Nathan recovers.hmm... what happened to the basketball shorts?








Our Next Family Vacation..PLEASE:)


Sorry Dad, I don't know how to catch fish, just insects...

I think Nathan got all the genes

This below is PERFECT jeeping territory.


Top of Angels landing
Ever had the desire to just jump? Good, me either:)

Sunday, October 7, 2007


Another worthy catch... this time from the Sacramento river.

This has always been a fun place for our family. Booby Hole Mountain is where my grandparents homesteaded several sections of land in the post depression era. The cabin is a two room log style... heated with a wood stove and the only electricity is in the flashlights that you bring. Access is by Jeep (we love those jeeps!) or horse or those modern contraptions known also as Quads. Here the kids were posing with their catches of the day.


Thursday, September 27, 2007

Fishing lessons







The demand for more fishing pictures has been overwhelming! Mostly it comes from my grand-daughters and also my imagination, but so what, eh? Here are some "hall of fame" photos that each come with a memory, sometimes with several layers of them. And also a little lesson and a confession.

First a lesson about building memories. It's the glue that will often bind families in ways nothing else can. Great memories of happy times connect us in powerful ways. It is very true that no other success can compensate for failure in the home. And put another way, few other lessons can compensate for the positive effect of great family memories. And pictures are memories.

So now the confession... It has never really been about catching fish, or re-building jeeps, or even dancing in the Nauvoo pageant (even as good as I was!). It was really about having fun as a family and building some great memories that could be there during the occasional hard time. Now enjoy the memories one more time.....

Here the wild bunch is traveling along the Booby Hole expressway.

The worms sometimes need a motivational talk to get them to do their job!

Nate is practicing "catch and release" sportsmanlike conduct! (I am standing off to the side with a large cast iron frying pan... just in case!!)



The monster is a German Brown caught on the Feather River.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Freshman Roomates reunited again


See what two years can do for you???


Left to Right: Brad Turner, Jon Stevens, Brent Jensen, Chris Marsh, Nate Ogden and Aaron Thompson
With the return of Chris Marsh (Chile, Conception Mission) and Brent Jensen (Norway, Oslo Mission) the roomates from freshman year were re-united for the first time in over 2 years. Chris returned home from Chile on Saturday the 22nd, while Brent returned Thursday the 20th. We all met up in Salt Lake on Sunday afternoon to hear Brent's homecoming talk. Jon returned about a month ago from the Chicago South mission, while Brad served in the Little Rock Arkansas mission. The reunion was all capped off with Aaron announcing that he began filling out his mission papers on Thursday and his hoping to leave sometime before December...Fathers, lock up your daughters because the guys are on the loose again.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Some Picts from Patrick




Emily and Brad in Richfield, July 4, 2007
















The REAL Brad Ogden
on the Mountain
July 2007














Emily on a rafting trip in
Utah. July 2007

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Cooks visit to Utah

We wish we could have been there in person to help spoil these two youngsters. But they seem to have had a great Utah visit.














These are cute kids no doubt about that! Perhaps Nathan could use a few baby holding lessons.



















The ENERGY of Aubrey is unmistakable, or is Nate putting her up to some sort of mischief???

Or is she the instigator?














Saturday, September 8, 2007

A lusterless Saturday in September



Happy Olive Drab Saturday!!! For them that are clueless, olive drab is army talk for the lusterless green paint used on everything military, especially in WW2. It was very important that the green paint not be reflective which could inadvertently give away ones' position by sparkling in the sunlight. If you ever see a nice shiny green army jeep, you should immediately recognize it as an impostor. Probably some narcissistic wannabe that is about to get targeted by the next Jap bombing run. So you are advised to maintain a safe distance.

Today I mixed up a quart of the green stuff and painted the frame of the 1945 Ford GPW that is currently in restoration status. I am in a slight state of disbelief as to how well it turned out. I suppose that it may be possible that I am finally getting the hang of automotive painting. (after really doing some pretty awful jobs). And I was only using a cheapo $10 harbor Freight paint gun. Amazing
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Anyway I invented this special Olive Drab holiday because in order to use up the remaining paint I did almost everything I could find in lusterless green. The garage now looks like a National Guard Amory. Maybe we can now qualify for some sort of Govt contracts or at least a subsidy.

Here are a few pics of the newly painted frame including the 1948 CJ2a and 1955 Cj5 looking on in admiration.