LIVINGSTON, Hazel (1891)

History of the Hazel Livingston and Duncan Angus Maxwell Family

This history is a compilation of stories told to Dana Rogers by her father Dan Maxwell and her aunt Margaret Maxwell Miller. It also includes information from the history of Ellen Livingston Smith, Hazel’s sister. (Angus is also referred to as Pop in this history.)

Hazel Livingston was born 2 July 1891 in Salt Lake City, Utah, the eleventh child of Charles Livingston and Ellen Harrocks. Ellen was the sister of Jane Harrocks, who was Charles' first wife. They raised their families in a large adobe house on a piece of property which Ellen’s mother, Ann Harrocks had given to them when they married. The home was next door to Ann’s home on Seventh East. Charles and Jane had eight children, five of whom died as children. Charles and Ellen had 12 children, two of whom died as children. Hazel was the eleventh child, one of seven daughters.

Hazel’s mother, Ellen Harrocks Livingston, was a typical English girl of the working class and she was very frugal and industrious. Her household was known as one of the most orderly in the community and Hazel was taught well in the art of homemaking. Her father Charles Livingston was quiet, reserved and was liked by everyone. He was a very strong and lovable character and was a great example to Hazel. The Livingston family has always been regarded as a family of workers and Hazel never complained about working hard.

Education was important to the Livingstons and Hazel went to school until 1908 when her sister Isadora Livingston Peterson died, leaving 2 little boys. Hazel quit school and helped her mother raise the boys, Pete and Douglas. Isadora’s boys were like big brothers to the children of Hazel and Angus.

Hazel’s mother always had help in their home. The rule at the Livingston household was that someone who lived in the home was treated as a family member, and this was the case with Olive Crandall, who moved into the home to help out. Olive had a boyfriend named Angus Maxwell. Hazel went to work at her brother Dan's ranch and this is where she met Angus who was the ranch foreman. After a while, Angus fell for Hazel. Prior to meeting Angus, Hazel had almost married an outstanding Mormon man. The family thought that he was a little worldly and was not living his relgion as he should and they broke up. Angus fit into the family perfectly and they got married April 26, 1916 in the Salt Lake Temple. He was born in Peoa, Utah on March 2, 1892 and lived there until he served a two year mission in North and South Carolina from 1913 to 1915. When he returned to Utah he was hired on as the ranch foreman on Hazel’s brother Dan Livingston’s ranch which was about four miles north of Coalville, Utah. (The ranch is now under Echo Lake). Daniel Livingston lost his farm and so Angus went to Grasscreek and worked in the coal mine there. After they were married, Angus served as a counselor in the Bishopric. His father Arthur Maxwell also served as a Bishop in Peoa, Utah.

Hazel and Angus had three children, Daniel Livingston born 26 March 1917 at Holy Cross Hospital in Salt Lake City and was named after Daniel Harrocks Livingston, Hazel's brother, Arthur Livingston born 23 Jun 1920 in Salt Lake City and Margaret born at Holy Cross Hospital in Salt Lake City 11 Feb 1923. While Hazel and Angus were on their way to the hospital, Angus fell on the sidewalk and split his pants and Hazel sent him home for another pair of pants.

While they were living in Grasscreek, Hazel would let their oldest son, Dan, walk to the little grocery store and charge candy. Dan tells about getting jumped by a bully on the way home. Dan would go home crying and finally his folks told him that he would have to stand up to this bully. Dan finally stood up to him and they both went away crying, but the bully didn't bother him after this, but his dad made sure that he didn't charge any more candy.

Dan says, "My dad let me ride with him on one of the coal hauling wagons. These wagons had steel tires which were about 4 inches wide. When I was about 4 years old, he put me up on the spring seat next to him and on the way home we hit a chuck hole in the road and it made the wagon stop, but I kept going and hit the back of the horse and fell down onto the single tree of the wagon and then off onto the ground right in front of the wagon wheel. If the wagon hadn't stopped, I would have been run over. The horses were real lively and hadn't been broke for long but they didn't kick me and my Dad got me out of their way. He wouldn't let any of us sit up there on the spring seat after that."

Dan remembers that when the family would go to visit Grandma Ellen Livingston in Salt Lake that he would borrow his cousin's (Frances Livingston who was Dan's daughter) skates and he says he wore those skates out. He said that Grandma Livingston was real nice and that things were always in their place and she knew where everything was. She had butterscotch wafers and she would give them to the grandkids every so often. She also gave Dan a hammer and nails so that he could drive nails into wood when he came to visit.

In about 1922, a few years after they were married, Angus saw an ad in the Salt Lake Tribune advertising for a ranch foreman for the Kearns ranch in North Fork, Nevada. He went into Salt Lake and interviewed with John Fitzpatrick and got the job. He went ahead of the family and then sent for them in June. Hazel, Dan and Art traveled by train to Elko and Angus met them at the train station. He took them back to the ranch in a Model T Ford. They had to back up some of the hills to get over the summits. It was a dirt road and the distance from Elko to North Fork was 52 miles and then 5 more miles from North Fork to the ranch. North Fork consisted of a post office and the Laing family home.

The Kearns Ranch was up north of Elko, Nevada and was owned by the Kearns Corporation of Salt Lake City. There was a boarding house for the hired help and for the cook. That is also where everyone ate. Angus and Hazel lived in a three bedroom stucco home with a living room, dining room, kitchen and bathroom. There were closets in the bedrooms. It was a great big three story home. One winter Hazel went four months without seeing another woman. She did a lot of the cooking because she didn’t always have a cook on the ranch.

Hazel had a good sense of humor and she liked to read. She was quite a character, a very unusual person like her own mother in looks, disposition and intelligence. Grandma Ellen Livingston was smart, wise and never thought of herself. She was always thinking of the other fellow, always helping people. She loved her family and was called upon by family when help was needed. She did it with love. The following things describe Hazel; she shot straight from the hip, she wasn’t too diplomatic, and she was very ambitious and not very demonstrative. She wouldn’t hesitate to give her life for others. According to her son Dan, she had a pretty keen mind. After Hazel had completed the household chores she loved to put on her big hat and go down to the stream with a can of worms and fishing pole and catch fish. Sometimes she took her children with her. One time Pop (this is the name that Angus went by after he had his family) took Dan down to a fishing pond close to Ed Kearns house. They started to fish. Dan’s job was to string the fish on a willow stringer. Pop was catching fish faster than Dan could string them. Pop let Dan fish and he caught three or four fish too. Dan was about 5 or 6 years old at this time.

Pop took care of all the books, did all of the hiring and firing and made arrangements to sell the beef herd, which was usually between 300 and 400 head of cattle. He liked to fish and hunt and shoot squirrels, rabbits and coyotes. One winter there were a lot of coyotes and so he put out poison and killed about sixty coyotes and skinned them and sold their pelts. He would take strychnine capsules and cover them with beef fat and throw them out on the snow where the coyotes were eating on a dead cow and follow the tracks and pick them up so he could skin them. Margaret says that her Dad was a really nice person, very compassionate, very helpful. “He used to help my mother churn the butter and whenever she had a heavy load he would always help her and help fix the machinery to help make it easier for her. He was a good husband and a good father, he really was. He wasn’t cross or anything, he was always happy. He liked to do carpenter work and was always puttering around making things and he evidently was good with motors and things because he fixed my mothers gas washing machine by putting an electric motor on it. Then on the ranch we had this building that we stored things in and part of it was empty and he made a walk in refrigerator out of that area. He put sawdust in the walls to insulate it. In the wintertime when the river was frozen over they would cut big blocks of ice and put in the walk in refrigerator and the ice would last all summer and it was really cool and worked good. They hung the meat in so it would stay nice and cold and also put the milk in there and in the summer time we would buy lots of watermelon from town. I remember after a hot day of horseback riding I would get a piece of watermelon.”

One time Pop was working on a Fordsomn tractor and had the front wheels off and had it up on blocks. He was tightening up a nut on the connecting rod bolt and it pulled the tractor off the blocks and the axel fell on his knee and pushed it into the floor. Jay Anderson, (who was married to Pop’s sister Matilda) Dan and Hazel were right there when it happened. Jay and Dan rushed over and picked up the tractor like it weighed nothing and Pop was able to pull his leg out. It wasn’t broken, but it was bruised pretty badly and they took him to the Doctor in Elko who put a cast on it which he wore until it healed up.

Pop was foreman and superintendent at the Kearns ranch for 22 years. He took such wonderful care of the ranch and cattle. The ranch ran about 1200 head of mother cows. He always had hired help on the ranch, from four to five men and many more during haying time. The men all liked and respected him. Pop had been interested in farming, ranching and cattle since his childhood. His parents owned a farm in Peoa, UT and he was vitally interested in any and all phases of the cattle industry. He acted on the board of directors of the Cattlemen’s Association for many years in Elko County and again in Lander. The ranch was later sold to Bing Crosby.

Pop’s dad, Arthur Maxwell, would come to the ranch in the summers to visit and to help out. He would sharpen and repair the sickles and the mower knives for the ranch. During the summers, Isadora’s children, Pete and Douglas Peterson, would often come to stay. These boys became like step brothers to Hazel’s children. Hazel and Angus helped raise the boys and they really enjoyed spending the summers with Hazel’s family on the Kearns ranch in North Fork, Nevada.

The Maxwell family would occasionally go to Salt Lake for Thanksgiving and would go to see the Utes and the Aggies play football. They would spend Chrismas at the ranch. Every Christmas the family would go up in the mountains with a bob sleigh to cut down their Christmas tree. One Christmas Dan got a 7mm Mouser and Art got a 45/70 Buffalo gun. They were both guns that had belonged to George Blundell. Dan said his parents let them look at those old guns for a little while and then they brought out a Model 54 Winchester which was a 36 caliber for Art and a 30/06 Remington Deer Rifle for Dan. He said “They were teasing us with those old guns”. One year Dan got a bicycle.

Dan remembers that Hazel and Pop used to get in their car and go around the fields in the fall of the year before the snow came and sneak up on the coyotes and shoot them. Dan was about fourteen when he started to help out on the ranch. One of the things he did was run the buck rake which would gather up the hay from the win row and take it and dump it into the haystack. He ran a sulky rake which pulled the mowed hay up into the win row. When he got big enough he ran the Forsun tractor and ran a ground power mower behind it. After that he drove a Farmall 20 tractor with two seven foot mowers behind it. You could mow about forty acres a day with this mower. There were about 5000 acres on the ranch and they would cultivate about two or three thousand acres of it in meadowland. Sometimes they would put up around 2,000 tons of hay, which they used to feed the cattle in the wintertime.

Margaret says that the most important things to her mother were her family and her husband. As Margaret recalls, “She loved dad and they very much loved each other. I don’t remember ever them having any kind of a quarrel. They were very compatible. Mom was always chuckling about something. Pop was a wonderful provider for our family. He dearly loved our mother and was kind and helpful and good to her. I don’t remember ever hearing a cross word between them. He was a good father to us. He expected us to mind but never laid a hand on us. We had a very happy childhood although my brothers used to always pull tricks on me and do things to me. They actually they were good to me but they liked to tease me a lot. Sometimes I didn’t like them very well because they teased me so much but we grew up close.”

Hazel was a wonderful housekeeper, and everything was just spotless. She wasn’t one to decorate much or anything like that, but it was clean. Her home was very important to her and she kept it spotless. Every spring the family had a cleaning day and she went through every room and she would take all the bedding off and take the mattresses outside and beat them outside. She would sweep them and clean them that way because they didn’t have vacuums then. She would take the curtains down and wash and iron them and wash the windows. Every thing was thoroughly cleaned every spring. So I guess that means she cared about her home and her family. She washed on Monday, Ironed on Tuesday and she usually baked bread on Tuesday. She had to use the old irons so she had to have the stove going so she baked bread.

She was a really good cook, a really good cook. Anything she fixed was always really good. She made homemade ice cream a lot and she used to make really good pies. She cooked for the work hands for quite a few years and finally my dad got a cook, but mom cooked for the work hands for years and years. They had a separate cookhouse from our home and the cook stayed upstairs and then on the other end was the men’s quarters. There were long tables in there that sat about 18 men. She would have around 18 hired hands to cook for in those days because they did the haying with horses. You would have 3 or 4 mowing machines, that is 3 or 4 men, then you would have a couple of rakes, a couple of more men and they would have the buck rakes that would bunch up the hay and move it into the hay corral and then the stocking crew there would be 2 men up on the stack and then another buck rake, it took a lot of people. We used to start right after the 4th of July and be hiring until late into August. Then the temporary help would go somewhere else to work. Many of the same men would come back every year and work for Pop. We would fix 3 big meals a day. For breakfast you would have bacon and eggs and pancakes or baking powder biscuits and ham or something like that, they were big meals. For your noon meal you would have potatoes and gravy and meat and vegetables and salads and pies. Evening meal would be practically the same things but you would probably have some cake or pudding for desert or something like that. Margaret didn’t help you very much because she was too small. Later on after she got older, she helped some of the cooks when she was in her teens and helped her mom too.

When the Maxwells were living on the Kearns ranch at North Fork, Nevada, they were quite isolated on the ranch. They were 60 miles from Elko, Nevada to the north towards the Idaho border. They got lots of snow and there was at least 3 feet of snow on the ground every winter. As Margaret recalls, “We were snowed in from the 1st of December till April. In the winter when we were snowed in Pop would take us for a ride in the bobsled pulled by a team of horses. Sometimes we would visit a neighbor, the closest one was 3 miles away, or maybe go about 4 miles to pick up the mail. He would have all kinds of straw in the sled for us to sit on and also lots of blankets and quilts. He had some little bells on a long strap that he put on the horses on the harness, so when they trotted they would jingle. It was such fun."

We used to have to ride to school on horseback. The first year I went I didn’t ride on a horse because my dad fixed up a buggy. Then when the snow came he fixed a bobsled to be pulled behind the horses because he didn’t want his little girl out there on a horse. I was a real skinny kid and my folks thought it would be too far for me to ride. Pop fixed a bob sleigh up like a sheep wagon with a tarp on it with windows in the front and holes for the horse reins to come through. He put a lot of straw in and also blankets to help keep us warm. We had a nice old team that pulled the sleigh and their names were Buck and King. Dan and Art were in the sleigh also and Dan drove the horses because he was the oldest and that is how I went to school the first year. There was a barn at school where the horses could stay and could be taken care of . After that first year I started riding horseback to school it was pretty tough to climb up on an old horse when it was 20 degrees below zero. We would go down to get our horses and would climb on those old horses and go to school. We were always the first ones there. The first year that Dan went to school, the school was in the living room of the Ed Kearns old home. They converted the living room to a school room by using a pipe from the fireplace to warm the room. There was a gate half way the Maxwells house to the school house. The following year they brought in a log cabin from 2 and a half miles away. The school was the Harrison School. It was a log cabin 14.5 feet by 18.5 feet. It had 3 windows and a door and a pot bellied stove in the middle of the room. We would get sagebrush and we would get it in that stove and get it going and that would made a quick hot fire. We would have it nice and warm in there by the time the other kids came. Dan said that Fred Laing and the teacher made a point of getting to school late. We weren’t assigned to do this, we just did it. Sometimes we would get caught in a blizzard on the way home, but Pop would always come and meet us.”

 There was a hill close to the school and they cleared the sagebrush off of the hill so that they could go sking and sleigh riding.  There was also a cave about 1/3 of the way up the hill which was about 6 feet by 6 feet by four feet.  There was a tunnel into the room of the cave.  one day they invited their school teacher up to the cave.  The teacher was pretty big in the hips.  Dan remembers that they had started up a fire in the cave but the chimney wasn't big enough for all the smoke.  The smoke got so bad in the cave they decided they had to get out.  Dan got out first and waited and waited.  The teacher, Amy H. Parker had got stuck and Fred Laing and Art were stuck behind her.  They finally all got out.

The children of the Laing family and the Bellinger family attended as well as 3 Indian brothers from the McKinney family but there were never more than 6 to 8 students at a time. Dan says that Art and Fred Laing would call him Colonel because they said that Dan was too bossy. Those boys didn’t like to be bossed.

One of the best things that Dan remembers about school was going sleigh riding at lunch and at recess on the hill behind the school. They would bring their own skis and sleighs to school. It was a great place. When Dan was 13, he drove Art and Margaret in the family car to school. In the fall they would set up a trap line in the fall after school for badgers and weasels, mink and muskrats. They would skin them and send them to a furrier. Dan saved up over $600.00 this way, which he invested in a silver mine, Silver King Western, which was in Park City, UT. He lost all but $90.00.

One day Art and Fred Laing and Dan were on lunch hour and went across the north fork of the Humboldt River on the lower field of the Kearns Ranch and saw a coyote over in Ballinger’s Ranch. They got off ther horses and crawled quite a distance and when they got pretty close to the coyote they decided together that Dan should fire the first shot and so he shot and knocked the coyote down and killed it. They were on their bellies and so they got a pretty good aim. Dan was about 15 at the time. They took the coyote home and skinned him and they were an hour late getting back to school. Dan says that he got as much as $15.00 for a skin once.

Margaret remembers her Mom telling this story about her appendicitis. “One day I was hurting something terrible and I would get these terrible pains in my tummy. In the kitchen there was this kind of a square table and I would crawl up on that table and roll up in a ball. This one day I was really miserable and she said, ‘Well, Margaret, you better go on over to the house and go to bed and I will be there in a few minutes.’ So I started over to the house and got about half way there and the old cramps hit me something terrible again and I lay down on the ground and curled up in a knot and that is where she found me. She took me on to the house and we had barely got into the house and there was a big old ruckus outside. Here one of the tams up in the hayfield had run away and came flying down through the yard and Mom had just barely got me up off of the ground and into the house before the horses came through. I can remember her telling about that.

We had to get on a train in Elko and it was several hours to Salt Lake City. I was such a shy kid and I was so sick most of the way and then as we got close into Salt Lake, I went to sleep and it was the first time I had been asleep for hours and hours and hours. When we got ready to get off the train a Negro porter came and wanted to know if he could help mom by carrying me out. She knew if I woke up I would be scared but he carried me out and I didn’t wake up. He got me into a taxi and I can remember riding in that taxi and I was hurting so bad and the streets must have been really rough back then, oh it just hurt. I had my appendix out at Holy Cross Hospital and I wanted my mother with me there all the time. She stepped out and one of the Catholic sisters came in and I was crying because I wanted my mother. I remember her scolding me and she said, your momma has got to get something and she has got to have a rest and you quit your crying. She got after me. I was in the hospital several days and then we went to Aunt Margaret’s house in Salt Lake until I was well enough to take the train home.

We kids were just expected to do chores and if we did something wrong, we knew when we were doing something wrong because all they had to do was look at us a certain way. They would just look at us and we would quit. Our parents always taught us what was right and wrong but they didn’t have to discipline us very much. The only time I ever got a little pat on the bottom was one time all three of us were supposed to go out in the kitchen and help get the supper dishes washed and put away. Dan and Art had been teasing me so badly that I didn’t want to go in there and have them tease me any more. So I didn’t want to go and I kept holding back and not going, so my mother came over and lifted me up and gave me a little pat on the bottom and said you go and do your share. Oh, my, that was terrible. So I went to the kitchen and took some more teasing and that was the only time that I remember that I was every disciplined.

I think we were pretty good kids and we didn’t do a lot of mischievous or naughty things. I remember one time we were coming home from school and went to go across this one field and the horses started galloping and Dan’s horse started galloping and he jumped the ditch and then he just kept on jumping so Dan fell off and Art helped him back on and they went on their way but Dan was hurt some but didn’t want anyone to know about it. That night at dinner Dan was awfully quiet and didn’t have much to say and went to bed real early. Mom got Art cornered and asked what was going on with Dan and what happened today. He told her that Dan had got thrown off the horse and got hurt. She went in to check on Dan and see how he was. She asked Art what he had been doing while all this was going on and he said oh I just yelled, ‘Ride em Cowboy, Ride em.’ That was Art, he was just full of the devil. Dan got bruised up a little bit but nothing serious. Dan didn’t want anyone to know that he got thrown off the horse.

Dan remembers that when they were teenagers in the summertime that they would go to Northfork, Nevada to attend the dances there. The dances would start about 8 or 9 at night and go to daybreak. They would throw was out onto the floor and it would get slick. We would bring lunches to eat at intermission. Everyone danced with each other. One of the dances was the Virginia Reel.

We had a pond right down below the buildings and the boys had made a raft so they could get out on the pond. The pond wasn’t very deep, just deep enough to float the raft. Dan and Art would go down there and ride the raft, it was winter and pretty cold and the pond wasn’t frozen over. I had on my warm coat and asked Dan if he would take me for a ride on the raft. So he got me out there on the raft and he was on the raft and started rocking the raft until I finally fell off into the cold water. I went crying my eyes out to home. I had on my good sheepskin coat and it was soaked clear through. I don’t remember if he got in trouble or not. (Dan said he didn't get into trouble). I was about 8 years old.”

Margaret said she was pretty much the baby, the youngest in the family and her Dad thought she was alright and that he kind of spoiled her. She said they had a happy family life. They didn’t do much running around because the only way to get around was by horseback or sleigh. The closest town was Elko and that was 60 miles away. They were snowed in lots of times from the middle of December until April. So they had to be on the ball and get in a good storage of food to last the whole winter. In the winter they didn’t have any fresh food, but in the summer there would be people going into town to get food for them. Hazel canned everything that she could get her hands on; peaches and pears and other fruit. The milk cows always had their babies in the spring so they would be giving their best milk in the summer. They had a cream separator that you would put the milk in and it would separate the milk from the cream so Hazel could make butter. She made enough butter during the spring to last all during the summer and she would keep it in the ice box. Margaret remembers, “She made a lot of butter! We had a big wooden churn that had paddles that you would turn it back and forth and it would get all the milk and buttermilk out. It was very good. She worked all the time; she was a very industrious person. Although she didn’t sew or crochet, she used to read a lot. I don’t remember her having very much spare time. She hummed and sang when she worked. Aunt Margaret Livingston, my mom’s sister, used to spend every summer with them. She and Hazel were real close and she used to come out from Salt Lake and spend the summer and help Hazel cook and do all the other work that had to be done during the summer which was a lot because of all the hired hands that had come to work for the summer.”

One day Hazel was in the back of the house and was whistling and humming away and a fellow came to the door and Aunt Margaret answered the door. He was a real seedy looking person and Aunt Margaret didn’t like the looks of him at all. He started asking all kinds of questions and asked if her husband was around and she said yes, he is back in the back and then he left. She didn’t want him coming in and she made him think that Hazel was the man of the house whistling and humming in the back of the house. Hazel was evidently happy because she was always humming and singing.

Hazel never did work outside and after Margaret got up in her teens, she always wanted to go out and work in the field or with the cattle. Pop would never let her go when there was a bunch of men around. Hazel and Pop were really hard workers. Margaret said Hazel was awful good to us kids. Hazel didn’t sew or crochet or embroider. Whenever there was any mending to do, like on jeans or things, Pop did it. But she was a wonderful cook, and made wonderful pies. When Margaret was just a kid, (about 10 years old) her future husband, Lawrence Miller, went to work for Pop. Hazel and Pop took quite a liking to him and they were really good to him. To this day he talks about what a good cook Hazel was. Lawrence worked on the ranch for several years and did whatever needed to be done. He went back to school and finished his high school and then came back to work for Pop. By this time Margaret was about 16 and they fell in love and were later married.

To go any further in school, Dan, Art and Margaret would have had to go to Elko or somewhere else. The family decided he should go to East High School in Salt Lake and live with his mother’s sister, Margaret Livingston. She had never married and several of her nephews and nieces had lived with her while they went to school. Dan said that she was a peach. She was a first grade school teacher at Liberty School until she retired. Margaret said Aunt Margaret didn’t go to church and she didn’t know if Aunt Grace went to church or not. Aunt Margaret died of cancer in March of 1945.

In 1939, Hazel had to go to Salt Lake to have a hysterectomy and after surgery she got a blood clot and passed away in May 18, 1939. She was buried in the Salt Lake Cemetery. This was a great loss for the family. They missed Hazel so much. Dan and Art were students at the University of Utah at the time. The first summer after Hazel died, Dan worked in Elko and he used to come home every weekend and he would bring his clothes home for Margaret to wash. Margaret was the lady of the house. After Hazel died, Pop hired a full time cook.

On the 31st of October 1942, Pop married Estelle Curto in Nevada. She was a great helpmate to Pop.

Margaret said that Pop never went to College and Hazel had to quit high school to help with Pete and Doug after their mother died, but they were always able to provide well for their family. Our parents were good parents, wonderful parents. They taught us all the basic good things but they never did teach us religion. That is one thing that I never quite understood. They didn’t teach us anything about the gospel and it must have been that they were just clear out away from church and everybody else and kind of put it out of their minds. My parents never did read to us out of the scriptures or have prayers. They did drink coffee but always wore their garments. They were wonderful parents, they loved us kids and we never wanted for anything. They treated us wonderful they couldn’t have been any better parents. Later in his life, when Pop was the foreman on the Smith Creek Ranch he would travel many miles to Austin where he and Donald Schmnidtlein held church services every Sunday. He was a High Priest. He loved people and was a friend to all and enjoyed life to the fullest.

Hazel and Pop left a legacy of honesty, integrity, hard work and loyalty to family. We are proud to be their posterity.” Pop passed away on March 15, 1964 in Sparks, Washoe Co, Nevada and was buried in Fallon, Nevada.

Daniel Maxwell and Angus Maxwell, about 1942	Daniel Livingston Maxwell and Dorothy Henderson Maxwell, about 1944	Art and Lois Mink Maxwell wedding, 1944
Angus Maxwell and Estelle Curto, 1950s	Arthur Maxwell	Hazel Livingston Maxwell (in dark coat) with Crandels
Daniel Maxwell, Margaret Maxwell Miller and Arthur Maxwell at their father's (Angus) funeral. 1964.	Lawrence and Margaret Miller