Born: 8 Feb 1864, Round Valley (Scipio), Millard, Utah

Father: Isaac Thomas Ivie

Mother: Elizabeth Evans

Married: Henry Delos Allred -- 1 Jan 1883

Children:
Edna Flavilla, born 25 Sept 1883
Lulu Adilade, born 11 Oct 1884
Henry Redick, born 11 Mar 1886
Sybil E., born 7 Nov 1888
Ivie Clair, born 12 July 1892
Hoyt Evans, born 6 Dec 1900
Edith Lucile, born 4 Aug 1902
Marjorie, born 5 Jan 1906

Neither did I ever see my Grandfather Evans. He died at Nauvoo from hardships and exposure. He was of Welch descent. After his death, Grandmother married a Wm Clark who belonged to the Church, but would not come to Utah, so Grandmother yoked up her own oxen and with her seven children, six girls and one boy who was sickly, started out on the long and tedious journey across the plains with their few worldly goods. She decided to stop a Pleasant Creek, where now stands the city of Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete County. They arrived there Saturday night one June, tired and hungry. Sunday morning she was up early and went to work, which was one of her characteristics. She said Sunday or no Sunday, they had to eat and that the season was so fare advanced she feared her crops would not mature, but they planted their corn and potatoes, and had a bountiful harvest. They were the only white people for miles around, but there were a great many Indians camped along the creek.

Grandmother lived there a great many years. When eighty-eight years old, she came to Salt Lake City to live with her daughter, Isabell Anderson, where she died six years later. She was a woman of very strong character and a typical pioneer. I think she did as much for the settling of this State as any one woman. Her father was Irish, her mother a Pennsylvania Dutch woman.

I was born in Round Valley, Millard County, known now as Scipio. I imagine it was as dreary a waste as one could look upon. When I was two weeks old, the Indians drove us from our log cabin, burned it and drove off our cattle and horses. My father got an ox team from someone fortunate enough not to have lost them during the period, and started with myself and mother for Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete County.

The first night out there was a heavy snow. The bed was covered with snow from 4 to 6 inches deep. In the morning, they shook the snow from the bed, wrapped me in a blanket, and tucked us in as good as mother could. They journied [sic] on in a blinding snow, their oxen carrying them at a rate something less than automobile speed. We did not even catch cold. I think we went too slow.

Do children, born and raised in a town like Mt. Pleasant, have aspirations? I wonder how they could have had. Nothing much ever changed or happened to change the even tenor of life, except when the Indians made a raid and killed someone, and that occurred so often that we were quite used to it.

I never attended school until I was twelve years old. But my mother taught me together with the neighbors children to read and write very well. I was anxious to get an education so I read everything that came my way. I lived at Mt. Pleasant until I was nineteen years old, when I married and moved to Chester, which is about 12 miles from Mt. Pleasant.

Chester was a small farming district, everyone living on their own farms. We had three children born to us there, but an epidemic of diphtheria took them all within six weeks.

A few years later, we moved to Nephi, Juab County, where we lived for fifteen years. Nephi is a nice place and has good educational advantages. We had three children, one boy and two birls, born to us while there, but he boy died at the age of two years of scarlet fever.

We left Nephi and went to Nevada, lived on a ranch in Rail Road Valley for two years. We then returned to Utah, bought us a home in Bountiful, where we now live, which is a place where one can enjoy the advantages of both country and city life. After coming to Bountiful, we burried [sic] our little seven-year-old daughter, Marjorie, who was sick for three months with spinal trouble. Her terrible sickness and death was a great sorrow and I said I will find out why our dear ones are taken before their time. I have found out why, and my life's work will be to try to get others to understand why they are sick, how to prevent and overcome their diseases, and if I save a few, I shall feel that I have not lived altogether in vain.

Remarks by Genealogical Call leader:

I am personally acquainted with Mrs. Edith M. I Allred, and I wish to state that she is doing much good in this community and people from other localities are frequently coming to her Sanitarium and are greatly benefited [sic] by so doing. They are taught how to live and how to take proper care of their bodies, etc.

- Mrs. C. M. T. Bartholomew