The Cleverly Newsletter has been published in hard copy since September 1973 and online since October 2008.

Currently posted the first day of each month by Ivard and Dorothy's seventh son, Dean B Cleverly. Comments, suggestions, contributions welcomed at dcleverly@gmail.com.

Thursday, October 13, 2016

A peek at the past


An excerpt from our family history, this month again featuring John Leigh (1600–1671), the eighth-great-grandfather of my siblings and me
Last month, as we summarized John Leigh’s life in early Massachusetts, we reported that in 1641 “John Lee of Ipswich, was accused of stealing the widow Haffield’s bible; was tried, found guilty, and sentenced to pay the wid­ow 15s. for her bible, and 10s. for lying about it.”[i]
And now for some more of the story: “This last disgraceful record against John cannot pass unnoticed. He might speak disrespectfully of those in authority over him, or even play the part of the gay seducer, and yet, with our knowledge of the laws of the Puritans, have his sins con­doned; but to steal and lie requires some further explanation.
“He lied because he stole—a thief would have no scruples on that score, but why did he steal? As an ordinary thief only for the money value of the bible? The punishment was slight for such an offence, in those times and in such a community, and we find no further record of thieving propen­sities. He could not sell the bible in Ipswich with­out every prospect of being found out; according to writers there were not two hundred persons (not families) in Ipswich at the time.
“No, it was done out of spite, the widow Haffield was his next neighbor, her land joined his. He had been corrected by the Courts two or three times for his rebellious spirit, and with his freedom with the maids about him, and the widow undertook the charge of his spiritual welfare.
“She waylaid him and quoted scripture to him, until goaded to desperation, he resolved to get her bible away from her and so put a stop to her interference. That would seem to be the only way by which we can account for this circum­stance. If the theft had no extenuating circum­stances, it is not likely that the fine would have been so light; the thief would not have been allowed to remain in the community.
“We should have liked to pass this over in silence, but it is a matter of printed record, and others might bring it up at any time.”[ii]


[i] William Lee (comp.), John Leigh of Agawam (Ipswich) Massa­chusetts and His Descendants of the Name of Lee (Albany, New York: 1888), 69 (online at http://www.archive.org/ details/johnleighofagawa00leew).
[ii] Ibid., 69–70; paragraphing added.

Our family 50 years ago


A look at what was going on in the family in October 1966 as recorded in Dorothy’s diary
Ivard and Dorothy went on October 5 to a meet­ing of doctors and nurses discussing Ivard’s case. His trouble, they said, was hardening of the arteries, which is what caused his clot and stroke back in July. On October 14 he went to the doctor. On the insurance form where it asked when he will be able to return to work, the doctor wrote “Never.” He told him to get another 90-day leave of absence from the railroad, and he’d see then.
She mentioned the first frost occurred on Octo­ber 7. The first snow in the mountains occurred on the 13th.
She continued her fall canning with 11 quarts of spaghetti sauce on the 4th, 13 pints of Indian relish and 22 “little pots of pepper in freezer” on the 8th, 8 packages of cauliflower for the freezer on the 9th, and 12 pints mustard pickles on the 10th. On the 22nd she mentioned they bought 8 cases of food and on the 29th they went out to where Gene was working and picked 3 sacks of potatoes.
Gene spoke on the 23rd in the Sixth Ward sac­rament meeting, and they went to hear his talk.
She reported that Kay called the afternoon of October 28 to say Claudia had their baby early, about six months along, and he lived only two and a half hours. Kay named and blessed him before he died. The next evening Ivard, Dorothy, and Ray took the train to Utah. The funeral was held in Bountiful on the 31st, which was also Jackie’s 10th birthday.
Jackie had had a birthday party two days earlier with 10 girls attending. Dorothy wrote, “Dale took charge of the games and all.”

Bits and tidbits


Recent news from family members
Kira (Dale and LeAnn’s family) posted on Labor Day: “Last night Scarlett shocked herself trying to plug in a nightlight, which was super sad and scary. I think the electricity must have done something to her because she has been a perfect angel all day and decided to potty train herself. No accidents all day. She just woke up this morn­ing and magically knew how to use the potty.”

Chuck McAllister’s mother, Margaret Ellen Linford McAllister, died September 7, due to complications of pneumonia. She was 71 years old. Chuck is Kay’s son-in-law, married to Andrea. According to the obituary, she was “survived by her husband of 50 years, Karl W. McAllister, six children: Karl David, Benjamin L., Charles Mark, Adam James, Paul Samuel and Heather, also 25 grandchildren and one great-grandchild.
“Born November 25, 1944 in SLC to Duane H. Linford and Mary Ellen McDonald, Margaret was the oldest of five living children. A graduate of Granite High, she excelled in the arts, and music, and became a ‘Sterling Honor’ of Home Eco­nom­ics. After earning her Bachelors and Masters degrees, she taught ‘Special Ed.’ for 30 years, and was beloved by all her students.
“Love of family and motherhood were her most cherished and honored achievements. She excelled in every cooking and sewing skill, but especially enjoyed creating many unique heir­looms quilts and artful embroideries.”
The funeral was held on September 12 in Lehi.

For Claudia’s and my family this is “the year of the move.” Five months ago we had children spread across all of the time zones in the conti­nental United States: Becca and Cade in Fall­brook, California (Pacific time zone); Rachael and Robert in Harris­burg, Illinois (Central time zone); Eliza and Paul in Cumming, Georgia (Eastern time zone); and the other five in Utah (Mountain time zone).
In June Becca and Cade moved from southern California to St. George. Cade’s contract work for the military can be done largely from home, and they are in St. George (either permanently or tem­porarily; they’ll know in January) helping to care for Cade’s mom and grandma.
The same month Rachael and Robert moved from southern Illinois to Kaysville. Robert, a medical doctor, is now working for Inter­moun­tain Health Care, working at InstaCares in Weber and Davis counties.
And this coming week Eliza and Paul are moving from Georgia to somewhere in Utah (initially staying with us here in Bountiful until their house in Georgia sells and they decide where they want to buy a home here along the Wasatch Front). Paul, a pharmacist, will become a manager for a new pharmacy probably to be located some­where in the north end of Utah County.
And two of our Utah children moved: Anna and Pete to a new home in the Yalecrest area (also known as the Harvard-Yale area) of Salt Lake City and Mary and Vince from our basement into Anna and Pete’s former house in the Sugar House area of Salt Lake.

A final word


Fall has to be one of the most exquisite times of the year. And for those of us in the northerly climes, October showcases the beauty of the season unlike any of the other autumn months.
The poet Robert Frost captured the gentle longing that wishes this magical season not pass by too quickly.
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes’ sake, if they were all,
Whose leaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost—
For the grapes’ sake along the wall.[i]
Don’t we—especially those of us who are in or who are approaching the autumn of our lives—wish those days would rush by a little more slowly? that this magical season not pass by too quickly?
I resonate with this sentiment from Anne of Green Gables when Anne observes: “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”[ii]


[i] Robert Frost, “October,” in A Boy’s Will (New York: Henry Holt, 1915).
[ii] L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (Canada: L. C. Page, 1908)

Thursday, September 1, 2016

A peek at the past


An excerpt from our family history, this month fea­turing John Leigh (1600–1671) and Anne (or Joanne) Hungerford (1605–1684), the eighth-great-grand­parents of my siblings and me
Our earliest known ancestors to come to colonial America were John Leigh and Anne Hun­gerford. We do not know the circumstances of their arri­val, but they were both in Massachu­setts by the time they married in Boston in 1638, just eight years after Puritan settlers from England founded the town.
Spellings of names in the 17th century were not consistent, even for the same person, and a com­mon variant of Leigh shows up as Lee. John and some of his children appear in records with either spelling. Later generations spelled the name Lee.
John was born in Chigwell, Essex, England in April 1600. The names of his parents are not known. Tradition holds that “John Lee was of an ancient and honorable family of the city of Lon­don, and lived with his parents, being well in­structed in the principles of the Christian religion, and fitted for business at home, or abroad, in the world by sea, or land.”[1]
Family tradition states “that John was son of a Londoner of means, prob­ably a merchant, that he had an elder sister, that he kept doubtful com­pany and was of a rebel­lious spirit, and that he was sent to the country to keep him out of mis­chief. We trace him from this time on in the records preserved at Salem, and find that it took several severe admo­nitions from the Puritan rulers to keep down this spirit of mis­chief which seems to have been troubling him in his early years, at least.”[2] And then followed a listing of John’s convictions and fines:
- October 1634: Fined for speaking reproach­fully of the governor.
- 1641: Accused, tried, found guilty for stealing the Widow Haffield’s Bible; fined to pay the wid­ow 15s [shillings] for her Bible and 10s for lying about it.
- March 1660: Complained of on suspicion of intent to wound an ox and kill a pig; not proven.
- May 1660: Fined for railing speeches; fine re­leased.
- March 1665: Fined for contempt for non-appearance at court.
- Mar. 27, 1667: Brought before court to answer for working in his swamp on Sunday, but brought witnesses to prove he was putting out a fire, and so was discharged.
Anne was born in 1605 in Farleigh Hunger­ford Castle, Somerset, England, the youngest of six children born to Sir Anthony Hungerford Knight (1567–1627) and Lucy Farley (1560–1627). The “Knight” at the end of her father’s name was likely a title and not a sur­name. Her father’s line back at least nine generations (back into the early 13th century) all bore the name Hungerford.
Anne and her brother Thomas came to New England together, probably landing in Boston. Thomas settled in Connecticut. And Anne re­mained in Boston or thereabouts, where she mar­ried John.
After their marriage in Boston, John and Anne became the parents of at least five children: John (born in 1639), Joseph (1643, through whom we are descended), Sarah (1645), Mary (1649), and Ann (1651). There may have been other children, probably including infants who died.
The family lived in Ipswich, where all of the children were born and where John eventually died. Originally called Agawam, Ipswich is a coastal town in Essex County, Massachusetts, about 28 miles northeast of Boston. It was found­ed in 1634 by John Winthrop the Younger, son of the John Winthrop who was one of the founders of the Massachu­setts Bay Colony in 1630 and its first elected gov­ernor. The early in­habitants of Ipswich were farmers, fisher­men, shipbuilders, or traders.
John was a land­owner and a farmer. Based on an inventory at his death, we know that he grew flaxseed, rye, Indian corn, barley, oats, and hay. He had horses, cows, oxen, steers, sheep, and pigs.
“John Leigh at the time of his death dwelt in a house at Heartbreak Hill, which was sur­rounded by an orchard and con­siderable land, which with a barn and outhouses constituted the homestead. Besides he had meadow pasture and arable land; with land on Hog Island which was marsh land where he raised hay and used his canoe to reach it.”[3]
John died on July 8, 1671, in Ipswich at age 71. Anne lived another 13 years before she died on September 30, 1684, in Concord at age 78 or 79.


[1] William Lee (comp.), John Leigh of Agawam (Ipswich) Massa­chusetts and His Descendants of the Name of Lee (Albany, New York: 1888), 65 (online at http://www.archive.org/details/ johnleighofagawa00leew).
[2] Ibid., 68–69.
 [3] Ibid., 80.

Our family 50 years ago


A look at what was going on in the family in September 1966 as recorded in Dorothy’s diary
Dale, who was 14½ at the time, went and got his driver’s permit on September 2. That same day Ivard drove the car for the first time since his stroke over seven weeks earlier on July 12, which left him hospitalized for two weeks (he came home from the hospital on July 25). Dorothy penned this observation on September 16: “Ivard doesn’t feel a bit good, so tired, doesn’t look good either.” Three days later he went to the doctor, who told him “his blood was too thin again.”
Dale, Jackie, and I started school on Sep­tember 6, the day following Labor Day. It was the begin­ning of my senior year. On September 15 she reported that she, Ivard, and I went up to the American Legion Hall for a banquet in honor of those who had gone to Boys State and Girls State and their parents. I had gone to Boys State in Boise the first week of June. On September 23 she re­ported that I had gone to Pocatello for a couple of days for a journalism conference.
During the month she reported canning 13 quarts of pears (on the 5th), 2 batches of peach jam (on the 6th), 14 quarts of pears (on the 7th), 10 quarts of tomato juice (on the 8th), 23 quarts of pears (on the 9th), 21 quarts of tomatoes (on the 20th), 11 pints of green tomato relish (on the 23rd), 12 pints of mustard pickles (on the 24th), 10 pints of mustard pickles (on the 25th), and 6 quarts of spaghetti sauce (on the 29th). And all of that was sandwiched in between working nights at Simplot’s and fixing meals, doing laundry, ironing clothes, running people here and there, and occasionally getting some sleep.
Dorothy celebrated her 51st birthday on September 29. She came home from working all night at Simplot’s and went to bed. She woke up at 1:30 p.m. and made the 6 quarts of spaghetti sauce referred to above and fixed supper. She did list numerous gifts she received: Ray gave her a black poodle; Jerry gave her two boxes of fancy candy, a pen and filler, and a watch on a chain; Dale gave her a box of all-occasion cards and her Christmas order marked paid in full. She had a fancy cake with a rose. And while they were eat­ing, the florist brought two big bouquets—one from Jerry and the other from Lyle, Gail, and Kay.
You can find Dorothy’s diary entries posted online at dorothy-idaho.blogspot.com exactly 50 years to the day after they were originally written.

Bits and tidbits


Recent news from family members
Kay was released in July after serving for five years as bishop of his ward in Hurricane. He had two grandsons marry this summer: Marshal McAllister (Chuck and Andrea’s son) married Savannah Moon on July 28, and Austin Cleverly (Kyle and Melissa’s son) married Lexi Hesen on July 30.
Austin posted on August 26: “What a great week! I just got hired as a physical therapy aide! I can finally get experience and take the next step towards my future career!”
Two missionaries (that we know of) are cur­rently serving from the family: Ryan Cleverly (Chad and Melissa’s son) is serving in the Mexico City West Mission and Caleb Cleverly (Michael and Shauna’s son) is cur­rently in the São Paulo MTC on his way to the Brazil Ribeirão Preto Mission.
Caleb’s older sister, Meghan (Michael and Shauna’s daughter), set herself a goal to do ordinance work in 16 temples during 2016. On August 23 she went through the Boise Temple, her 15th, and on August 24 she went through the Twin Falls Temple, her 16th. Goal completed.
While Meghan, Claudia, and I were in Boise we had a nice visit with Jerry and Jim. That evening 16 of us went to dinner at the Jade Garden, a Chinese buffet in Nampa: Lyle and Nina; Gene and Cheryl, Kelley, and Ronnie; Dale and LeAnn and Micah, Keisha, and Carson; Rex and Jackie; and Claudia, Meghan, and I. We had a delightful evening visiting at the restaurant and afterward at Dale and LeAnn’s house.
And just four days later five of us got together at Lynda’s house in Ogden and went to dinner at Chuck-a-Rama: Lynda, Kay, Karen, Claudia, and I. Another delightful evening together!

A final word


This picture and thought posted on Instagram and Facebook by Brock Cleverly on August 27

With a lot of noise and disappointments, it’s al­ways nice to go hear the whispers and remind­ers that God is still always there.