I am the last of five children born to Alexander Kirkwood Reid and Elizabeth Ann Mackey. My parents were married 19 December 1888 in the Manti Temple. Their children, all born in Manti, Sanpete County, Utah, were Jessie Maria, 3 October, 1889; Margaret, known as Maggie, 24 December 1890; Gordon Mackey, known as Mick, 8 September 1892; Josephine, 6 June 1896, died 3 July 1896; and myself 16 March 1900. Dad was born 22 January 1860 in Belfast, Antrim County, Ireland and came with his family to Manti, Utah in 1872. My mother was born in Manti, Utah 20 June 1866.

On the day before Thanksgiving 1900, the family left Manti for Lund, Nevada by team and wagon taking along chickens and driving a few cows, which was my sisters' and brother's job. It took about three weeks to make the trip. We moved into a two-room adobe house which my father had built before we came.

My father had worked in the mines most of his life and all I remember of him was when they brought him home from the Ely district with pneumonia or "miner's consumption" from which he died when I was three years old.

Having lost my father I adopted Ike Mathis as a companion. I would go over and follow him around all day. One day when he was digging carrots he let me drive the team out the west gate,up the block and across the street to the root cellar although I was not yet in school. It was dark when I got home and Mother wanted to know where I had been. When I told her she said I might as well take my pajamas and stay all night, so when she wasn't looking I did just that. I didn't get to stay, however. When she missed me she came looking for me, got me dressed and took me home. This relationship didn't last long. Ike Mathis, who had worked in the mines at Delamar and Pioche had the same disease my father had and died while I was still very young.

I was blessed (christened) 6 March 1904, a child old enough to walk to the stand. I started school in 1906. My first teacher was Addie Gotfredson, a young girl not old enough to draw her first pay check.

In the class were two girls: Mildred Reid, a cousin, and Sabra Oxborrow, and seven boys: Golden Snow, Owen Whitehead, Lee Ruppe, Loren O'Donnell, Ernest Gubler, Paul Gardner and myself. A tragedy happened that year when Paul Gardner was killed by a pole that fell from a shed his father was building. On 29 March 1908, I was baptized by my uncle, Robert Reid, second counselor in the bishopric, and confirmed by Bishop Orrin Snow.

I can't remember when I couldn't milk a cow. Mother had a very gentle old red cow which I would milk on the left side while Mother milked the other. Before I started school that was my job and I milked cows until I retired from the farm. I used to milk a cow and feed the pigs for Leslie Rowe at fifty cents a day when he would take a load of produce he had taken in at the store to Ely and bring back a load of supplies.

My mother, a widow, did washing and ironing for the Burgess family to try to make ends meet, and it was my job to pick it up and deliver it back all clean. Sister Burgess would always give me a quarter or fifty cents which was my spending money. When my sister Jessie married Clarence Burgess she did the washing and ironing for the family so that source of income stopped but I often did the chores for Clarence when he was freighting. The Burgesses were always good friends. One time when my brother was working on a reservoir at Currant Creek we had a sow farrow. I worked very hard to build a warm place for the baby pigs but one by one they all died of pneumonia. One morning when Brother Burgess was taking the cows to the pasture he stopped by with a weaner pig in a sack for me. It was a Cheshire White and I raised several litters of pigs for a number of years which would sell at weaning time for two or three dollars apiece. In one litter she had twenty-two pigs.

The first regular job I did for pay (fifty cents a day) was raking hay with a one-horse sulky rake with a hand dump. Afterward I would tromp the hay as Joe Vance and Henry Gubler pitched it onto the wagon. Sometimes when the wind blew too hard in the daytime, we would start hauling at sundown on moonlight nights. Then, if the wind didn't blow the next day we would go right on hauling through the day. When I tried using a two-horse hay rake with a foot dump for my Uncle Bob it took some time to learn to operate it.

My first horse was a mustang my brother and three other boys caught. My brother Mick gave each of the other boys fifty cents for their share and then gave the horse to me. Then he helped me break it by holding me on its back until it was broke. Catching mustangs was the usual way of getting saddle horses and my brother, my cousins Robert and Steel Reid, and I had many adventures chasing and bringing them in, trading back and forth, then breaking them and turning them into good cow ponies.

I went to the eighth grade two years and graduated in 1916 with the first class to graduate from the new cement block building. This class was Lillian Ashby, Sabra Oxborrow, Luella Fawcett, Howard Gardner, Fred Harrison, Harold Ivins and myself.

That fall a large crowd went to St. George to school. The only ones who went by car were the Whipple girls, Leone and Beulah, and with them Zella Hendrix and Emerald McKenzie. The rest of us went by wagon and buggy with Uncle Bob and David Gardner to help drive the team sand bring back the outfits. There were Mildred Reid, Bliss Ivins, Lee Hendrix, Howard Gardner, Arthur Carter, Steel Reid and myself. Lorain Ivins, who had been to school up north before, came a month later on a bicycle and made better time than we did. He also made the basketball team. By the time school was out Hendrixes had bought a Dodge car, Uncle Bob an Essex, and McKenzies a Ford, and they came to take us home.

In the spring of 1917 when the United States entered World War I against Germany, thirteen boys from Lund entered the armed services leaving a vacancy in the Sunday School Superintendency. Bishop Whitehead and Alonzo Gardner gave me a week to decide if I would take the position, then changed their minds and when I arrived home from riding for cattle just in time for Sunday School they asked for my answer immediately. So I was sustained that afternoon in Sacrament meeting and served until I went on my mission. I had been ordained a Deacon by Bishop A. R. Whitehead when I was twelve years old but for some unknown reason I had never been advanced in the Priesthood until I went on my mission. Then I was ordained a Priest by Heber C. Smith.

At a Stake Conference in August 1919, the North Weber Stake Authorities asked for as many missionaries as possible from the ward. As a result six of us went on missions that fall. Howard Gardner got his call first and left in October. The rest, Arthur Carter, Owen Whitehead, Orvil Hendrix, Robert Reid and myself went to Salt Lake together in November to be set apart as elders. Orvil and I were assigned to J. Golden Kimball, known as the "swearing preacher". When it was my turn I told him to ordain me an Elder before setting me apart. He looked at meand said, "What in hell stake are you from?" I told him North Weber Stake and I lived out in Nevada. "Well," he said, "that accounts for it."

I was the only one of the group to go to the Canadian Mission, working in Toronto, then Halifax and some smaller cities and towns. One of my companions at Halifax and some of the smaller places was Elder Mark E. Peterson. At one time Brother Meter, an investigator, took sick. He had a team and worked for the city hauling gravel, so for a week I drove his team and did missionary work in the evening. In March just before my twenty-first birthday I got a notice that I was being released because of financial trouble at home. I spent my birthday in Utah on my way home.

When I got home I was soon helping my brother with the spring farm work, plowing, planting, taking the cattle out to summer pasture, etc. Right away I was put in as teacher in the Sunday School. When Bishop Whitehead moved away we sold Uncle Bob twenty acres of land next to his and bought fifty-five shares of water from Bishop Whitehead which gave us seventy shares in the same stream. Also while Lafayette Carter, my cousin Steel, and myself were at White River moving some cattle the Fore#t Service was putting on the reserve, Elder James E. Talmage of the Council of the Twelve, came out to put in a new Bishop. He appointed George W. Fawcett as Bishop and Claude Gardner First Counselor and without even talking to me, put me in as Second Counselor. I was sustained to act until I could be ordained a High Priest which I was 21 September 1922 by John V. Bluth, North Weber Stake President. I also began serving in civic and community positions, on the Irrigation Board as secretary or water master for fifteen years and school trustee for eleven years.

Soon after I came from my mission I met Ada Hammond. She came from Eagle Valley to visit relatives, the Mathises, in Lund. Right away we had a number of matchmakers working in our behalf. Her aunt Alvira Mathis told Ada's mother she had a young man in the Bishopric picked out for her and my two friends, Arthur Carter and Owen Whitehead, with the same idea in mind, put us on the same committee for the Twenty-fourth of July celebration. She came back in 1923 to teach school and taught for three years. We were married 19 May 1926 in the Manti Temple.

On September 19, 1926, just four months later, the Nevada Stake was organized and at the same time I was ordained Bishop of the Lund Ward. We had six children born to us; Alice, Henry Alex, Ann, Josephine, Ellinor, who died in infancy, and June. After serving eight years I was released as Bishop in 1934. After that I was Sunday School superintendent and later a member of the High Council until I moved to Idaho in 1943.

We purchased a farm at Jerome, moved our cows and continued in the dairy business. We also both remained active in the Church, I as Sunday School teacher and teacher advisor, first counselor to the President of the High Priests, Stake M.I.A. leader over the Junior M. Men and group leader of the High Priests. Ada served on the Stake Relief Society board.

In 1962 we were called to serve a six-month mission with headquarters in Jacksonville, Tennessee, where I was second counselor to the Branch President. When we returned we resumed our positions on the Stake Board but were soon called to fill another mission, this time to work out of Denver. On this mission I was made Branch President. We worked for a time in Sterling, Colorado but Ada couldn't stand the dust so we were transferred to Larnard, Kansas. From there we were sent to organize a branch at Reo Dosa, New Mexico and with the help of two missionaries from Roswell we organized the Sunday School and Primary ahd held Sacrament meeting.

We were released in August. At home I was made secretary of the High Priests and teacher of the adult class in Sunday School. June 1, 1968 we began to dig the basement for a new home and we were ready to move into it by March 15, 1969.

After several months of illness that the doctors could not at first diagnose Ada died of cancer in the L.D.S. hospital in Salt Lake City March 14, 1973. After Ada died, Alice, who had just losther husband, and I spent some time traveling. We went to Palmyra, New York to the pageant visiting many places of interest to American history as well as significance to church history on the way.

On January 5, 1974, Gertie Talbot and I were married in the Oakland Temple. We stayed with Alice and visited the Los Angeles Temple. We also visited other places of interest including Disneyland and went home by way of Lund. In June, with a group including Alice and Vera (Hammond) we went to the World's Fair at Spokane and toured parts of Canada. We also went to the Canadian Temple and met Golden Snow with whom I had started school in Lund in 1906. We went to the pageant at Palmyra again, went to the Washington D.C. Temple and visited many more places of interest as we traveled home across the United States.

The next few years we spent active in the church especially in the High Priest's Quorum and visiting in Idaho, Utah, Nevada and California. We had a number of occasions to go to different temples; Idaho Falls, Ogden, St. George, etc.

Some liberties were taken in condensing this life history while trying to keep it in the first person. Hugh Alexander Reid died on September 26, 1977 of a massive stroke. His wife Gertie Talbot Reid wrote in some detail of the last month of his life and had this to say, "The foregoing was as far as Hugh got with his life history. He was able to stand up at the next Stake Conference on September 11, 1977 when visiting General Authority, Brother H. Burt Petersen of the Presiding Bishopric, asked those to stand who had their life histories up to date." This typifies his life. Whatever he was asked to do, whether of a domestic, civic or religious nature, he did wholeheartedly and thoroughly. His children are Alice Buckley who is living in San Bernardino,California; Henry Alex Reid at Jerome, Idaho; Ann Millet, Grand View, Idaho; Josephine Waite,Boise, Idaho; and June Stover, Twin Falls, Idaho. At the time of his death he had 38 grandchildren and 14 great grandchildren.

Written by:Hugh A. Reid
Submitted by:Henry Alex Reid