A history of Jesse Lyman Vanderhoof & Lerona Hickman.
Lerona Hickman Vanderhoof left back with Joe at her feet. Jesse Lyman second from right with white hat. Rebecka Maud foreground right. Pretty young women left of center may be Artienesia Vanderhoof.
Picture was taken at by Jesse's home in North Ogden, Utah about 1900. Jesse was a Blacksmith there in North Ogden. Soon after this picture was taken he gave up this big brick home and moved the family to the Homestead N. E. of Snowville, Utah. His children were sure angry he had moved them out to sagebrush....
Lerona Joe, Maud & Jesse Lyman Vanderhoof Joe is three and Maud is five years old. Circa 1900
A history taken from Lerona's autobiography
Jesse Vanderhoof came from Montana and stayed at North Ogden all winter and I married him in the spring, April 5, 1871, I was 15 years old. We went to the Bitter Root, Montana, with him and took my little brother Survivor with me. They use to freight from Corinne with ox teams to Montana and trail wagons. That was the closest rail road station to Montana. We went up through Mallad City, Idaho. There was just a few little log houses there then. We kept off the road as much as we could on account of the feed being eat off by the freight oxen and went up through Red Rock, Bannock and Horse Prairie and Medicine Lodge, Big hole, Rossers hole and down into the Bitter Root Valley. A lovely trip we had, the country was beautiful in its wildness with its tall pine trees and evergreens. I have saw antelope by the banks like sheep. There was all kinds of wild game there, the moose and the elk. The moose was large like a big mule only sloped down the hips giraffe like. The deer, the mountain sheep with their big horns curled around, the white mountain goats with their long white wool and little black horns. They were the hardest to get of any of the wild game. They could climb the mountain cliffs so easy. I could stand in our door and hear the men shoot and the dogs bark. When the water was low enough to ford the Bitter Root River we could look above our heads and see the ice marks on the trees made when the water was high. The rocks in the river were the size of an egg to size of a tub and when we would ford it the horses would slip and slide till you would feel right dizzy. I could hear the cries of the panther like mimicking a child and he (my husband) killed a bear just below the house gnawing a dead critter. I didn't feel afraid, for my husband was a big strong man, weighed a hundred and ninety pounds and had traveled all the way across the plains from Michigan to Montana, lived there eight years amongst the tuffs, and then he come down and got me. He delighted in hunting wild game and killed all kinds of wild game animals. Our two oldest children were born there, one at Cowan's ranch across the river from Corvallis, the other at Minoe's creek up at Doolittle, I suppose the first white child born there. Just above our place was Swift creek. A man couldn't wade it, it would take him off his feet.... read the whole bio
My husband being a blacksmith and it not being a very large town, he had a blacksmith shop down on Washington Avenue and that kept him away from the family too much. He moved it up on the place by the house and then he could work in the garden between times. We had twenty acres on the bench of alfalfa land and he always had his fancy horses.
"He always wanted to go back to farming and his health got poor and the older ones began to marry off and before Joe was five years old we sold out there and moved to Stone, Idaho and raised the last of our family out here. Warren the old one, May the next, Edith, Ester, Maud and Joseph. We bought a place of Phil Arbon partly broke up and I sure learned how to burn sage brush. A two roomed log house on it partitioned in four rooms. It was very comfortable, only in wet weather the Idaho shingles would leak.
We homesteaded 80 acres across the road in Utah and built us a nice frame house with upstairs in it and shingles on it that we fetched from Snowville. It was an easy place to live in, free range, free water, free wood, the hills abound with cedar or juniper. Fruit don't grow here yet horses can winter out here all winter, cattle can't. This is the sheep trail from Montana to the desert around the lake. The sheep-dip is on the Utah-Idaho line just above our place. I have seen thousands of sheep here this winter. It is a good hay ranch. The water ditch runs full length of our place, but alas they, the children, are all gone. They are all married and gone. We are left alone in our old age."
The ditch Lerona is talking about that ran the length of her place was the canal. It runs South to Snowville about 50 yards East of May & Roy's House. The Pioneers diverted deep creek sometime around the turn of the century and ran a canal down the East side of the valley to Snowville. It would have had water in it during the irrigation season. Open ditch water wasn't very good for drinking, but it was nice to cool off in. Deep Creek runs pretty slow, so that water wasn't very good either. The Hickman family developed a spring next to the creek and drew their water from there just before it flowed into the stream. It was more like ground water and tasted very good and I wouldn't be surprised if the Vanderhoof's didn't do something similar. In the 40's the Hickman's dug a well next to their house. In the 60's they drilled a large well and doubled their irrigable land. The ground water from both wells was excellent for drinking.
Jesse Lyman and Lerona Vanderhoof in front of there two story wood house at there ranch N. E. of Snowville, Utah circa 1920.
Lerona H. Vanderhoof The daughter of William Adams & Minerva Hickman born Shambip, Rush Valley January 12, 1856, now known as Tooele, Utah. She passed away December 2, 1939 at my grandma Grace Shaw's house in Ogden, Utah and is buried there in the Snowville cemetery.
Husband: Jesse Lyman Vanderhoof born August 23, 1847, Beaver Township, Crawford County, Pennsylvania died October 8, 1925, in Snowville, Utah at age 78.
Jesse Lyman and Ken Vanderhoof left and a grand daughter right.
Front row: Giles, Warren, Jesse E. Back row: Grace Shaw, Esther Perrault, Kate, Hulda, May, Maude, Arte, Edith.
N E of Snowville, Utah where the old Jesse Vanderhoof ranch was located.
In 1964 the place was purchased by the late Carl Steed. Taken about 1985 86 by Vonda Lavoie.
This picture taken 1985. The county misspelled the name Vanderhoff on the county road sign that read, West Vanderhoff Field where Jesse Vanderhoof farm was located.
Picture of Vanderhoof field taken in the 1920's by Jesse A. Shaw
Picture taken of Warren Vanderhoof ranch by Vonda Vanderhoof Lavoie 1984
This picture above was taken at the homestead site of Warren and Ethel Vanderhoof. It is facing the hills that some called "the Curlews".
Ariel view out at the Snowville ranch:
A history of the Jesse Vanderhoof Homestead ranch N. E. of Snowville Utah.
Jesse's house was on the Utah side of the Utah Idaho border. His land was on the Idaho side. I have a picture with a windmill in it and that might have supplied water for the stock latter on but in the same picture there is a horse drawn wagon with a water barrel on it that was used for hauling water from nearby Deep Creek that was about 2 miles away. The other alternative was trailing the horses to water every day.
Pictured left my mom Lerona Mary Shaw. Mom was 15 years old when her grandpa Jesse died. I don't think she's much older than that in this picture. They are wearing bib overalls. I don't know if they issued them to her when she went out there or if she brought them from Ogden. It was considered sissy not to where them.
Mom was 40 when I was born she used to say to me, "I was young ounce."
Robert Joyce Shaw riding a horse at his aunt May and Uncle Roy's place. Chickens can be seen running loose and a windmill must have powered a pump at one time. Circa 1927
Shortly after Jesse built the new house out on the farm he and Lerona moved into Snowville and lived in a log house east of the present day LDS Church. That log structure is still there pictured above.
Jesse & Lerona Vanderhoof grave stone marker Snowville, Utah.