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Rhoda Black[1]

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  • Name Rhoda Black  [2
    Born 7 Apr 1914  Blanding, San Juan, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  [2
    Gender Female 
    Census 1920  Blanding, San Juan, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Obituary for Rhoda Black Rogers
    Name Roda 
    Name Rogers 
    Died 21 Mar 1994  Murray, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  [2
    Cause: Kidney failure due to diabetes 
    Buried 24 Mar 1994  Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  [2
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    Person ID I217942  Full Tree | Boulter, Palmer, Timmins, Frint
    Last Modified 26 Jun 2014 

    Father David Patten Black
              b. 10 Feb 1874, Orderville, Kane, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location
              d. 20 Oct 1958, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 84 years) 
    Mother Elzada Kartchner
              b. 25 Apr 1885, Colonia Díaz, , Chihuahua, México Find all individuals with events at this location
              d. 5 Jun 1957, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 72 years) 
    Married 25 Nov 1900  Pacheco, Galeana, Chihuahua, México Find all individuals with events at this location  [2, 3, 4
    Family ID F87907  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

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    Last Modified 17 Aug 2010 
    Family ID F85946  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

    Husband 2 Anthony Stevens Rogers
              b. 6 Apr 1908, Blanding, San Juan, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location
              d. 6 Nov 1967, Ogden, Weber, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 59 years) 
    Married 3 Sep 1932  Blanding, San Juan, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  [2
     1. Wytoni Rogers
              b. 17 Sep 1933, Cortez, Montezuma, Colorado, United States Find all individuals with events at this location
              d. 8 Jun 1990, Murray, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 56 years)
     2. Dorene Rogers
              b. 2 May 1935, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location
              d. 12 Jul 1940  (Age 5 years)
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     5. Randall Vance Rogers
              b. 21 Sep 1945, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location
              d. 28 Nov 1948, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 3 years)
     6. Living
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     8. Living
    Last Modified 26 Jun 2014 
    Family ID F68393  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  • Event Map
    Link to Google MapsBorn - 7 Apr 1914 - Blanding, San Juan, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsCensus - 1920 - Blanding, San Juan, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsMarried - 3 Sep 1932 - Blanding, San Juan, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsChild - Wytoni Rogers - 17 Sep 1933 - Cortez, Montezuma, Colorado, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsChild - Dorene Rogers - 2 May 1935 - Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsChild - Randall Vance Rogers - 21 Sep 1945 - Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsDied - Cause: Kidney failure due to diabetes - 21 Mar 1994 - Murray, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsBuried - 24 Mar 1994 - Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
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  • Photos
    Rhoda Black
    Tony & Rhoda Rogers
    Rhoda Black
    Alvin, Bon, Clell, Nora, Rhoda, Arch
    Rhoda Obituary Photo
    Rhoda Black Rogers


  • Notes 
    • AKA "Roda"
      Grayson was re-named Blanding

      From a tribute book made about David P. Black and his family by his children in 1978:
           "South of the border down Mexico way, in the little town of Colonia Diaz, a choice little black-eyed baby girl was born to John and Lydia Palmer Kartchner on April 25, 1885.  They named her Elzada.  When she was still a child of about eleven, her mother died.  She drifted around then from her step-mother to her older sisters and back again.  When she was 15, her older sister Theda and her husband David Patten Black decided to take her into their home as his second wife.  Polygamy, at that time, seemed the thing to do.  She was hardly a wife until three years later on January 3, 1903, her precious little auburn haired son, Archie Raymond, was born.  Then she said, "No one can say now that I'm not Mrs. Dave Black", and she set up her household and settled down to being a wife and mother.  Two and a half years later on August 16, 1905, beautiful identical twin girls, Nora and Dora were born.  Two sons soon followed, David Patten, always known as Dee, was born October 1, 1907, and then Alvin "K", born November 18, 1910.
           Within a short while a revolution erupted and in 1912 there was a general exodus of the saints from Old Mexico.  Elzada and her young family went to Blanding, Utah, to live and it wasn’t until some time later that her husband came to join her.
           It was in Blanding on April 7, 1914, that I, Rhoda, put in my appearance, and through the immediate following years I was to have five more little sisters.  Irean, born December 8, 1915; Clella, born October 20, 1917; Vounes Amelia, called Bonnie, born June 14, 1921; Dortha, born April 4, 1923; and Nancy Lou, called Runae, born August 22, 1925.  Nancy Lou was a loving, beautiful, intelligent child that was loved and humored by all the family and those who knew her.  She died on December 45, 1931, at age six.
           The first home I vaguely remember was what we called the "West Water House".  I remember us sharing it with other families who needed a haven temporarily.  I began my school days after we moved to, what we called "the Lake Home".  I loved school and was a good scholar, and the top speller in the class throughout my school years.  I loved my teachers and thought each one taught me something special. 
           I always felt beloved by my father and mother, and all my family and friends.  I had a happy, carefree childhood and young girlhood, with many friends and a doting family.  How I loved to dance and never missed one from the time I was twelve.
           We grew up faster then.  All my many cousins, (and most of the town were my cousins) said they couldn't get into the mood to dance until they had danced their first dance with me.  There were eight special girlfriends I had.  We loved each other so dearly, we thought at that time, nothing could ever part us. (That was right before boys came along.)
           Later we moved to the Zeke Johnson home on Main Street and this is where I spent the rest of my days until I was 18.  This home was in the very middle of town so that we didn't miss anything that went on, which included the last Indian War.  The street side of our lot was lined with cherry trees and it was such fun to sell some for .10 for spending money and try to keep the two-legged human "birds" out of the trees.
           I learned to make bread as soon as I could reach the bread pan when it was sitting on a chair.  This prepared me slightly for the next few years to follow.
           Just after my 13th birthday, my father took me and my sister, Clella, who was 7 or 8 to a ranch at Chama, New Mexico, where I was to cook for the ranch hands and his road crew.  I missed my friends but I had a great time while I was there.  They danced all night long at one home or another.  When it was our turn, my brothers took out the partition between the kitchen and one bedroom and we danced until dawn and then most of them stayed to breakfast.  My father and brothers helped and encouraged me, and my little sister kept me company.  To think back on it, she must have been very lonesome and homesick.
           When school started in the fall, I went home to Blanding and my mother came to take my place as chief cook and bottle washer.  They went on to Taos, New Mexico to build more roads and it was here Arch met Florence Simmons.  They had a whirlwind courtship and marriage.  Doll, as we call her, became as dear as a sister through the years.
           That winter, with our parents gone, Irean lived with Marge Lyman.  Marge gave her piano lessons and when she played a tune for me, I was so proud and probably a little envious. At one time I wanted to take piano lessons and couldn't because we had no piano.  I said, "Someday I'll have a piano."  Mama said, "You say that with those tears in your eyes and maybe you will."  Later I took piano lessons from a man who came to town.  Aunt Theda let me practice on her piano.  I must have been a pain for her, but she endured it very well.  Now, 50 years later, I have a piano and a beautiful Conn organ and I can't play either one.
           When I was 15, I fell out of our apple tree and lit on a wheelbarrow.  This did something to me and I developed what was then called St. Vitus dance.  My mother sent me to Salt Lake to live with my sister, Nora, who had married Floyd William Frint, so that I could be under the doctor's care.  I spent a year in bed here and read everything under the sun.  Nora and William treated me with such love and patience that it has always been a sweet remembrance.
           When I was released from the doctor's care, I went back to Blanding to school.  My school years were years of fun and excitement.  It was the next summer I met Anthony Stevens Rogers, called Tony.  He was so full of fun and had such a good sense of humor we dated every night he was in town.  He was, at that time, a cowboy and riding range for Jacob Adams.  These were depression times and Dee decided to go to Colorado Springs where Arch lived, to seek work.  He wanted me to go along.  Tony didn't want me to leave but I was afraid if I stuck around I might not use my better judgement and get married instead of graduating.
           I went to school in Colorado Springs until December when we got word that Nancy Lou had died, Dec. 4, 1931.  Dee and I left for home.  It was bad weather and we didn’t get there until the middle of the funeral.  Before she was buried, they opened the casket and we had our last look at our baby sister.
           When Tony came into town at Christmas time, he was pleased to see that I was back.  We dated whenever he was in town until the next September.  After the dance we went down to his house and he fixed a snack to eat, which I thought was pretty special.  We went out in the swing on the back porch.  He said, "Let’s get married tomorrow," and I said, "OK".  My mother wasn't very pleased when Tony came to talk to her the next morning.  We went to Monticello and got the license, and with very little fanfare or preparation, we were married Sep. 3, 1931, in our front room by Bishop Hansen D. Bayles.  Our fathers were our witnesses.
           Tony had to go back on the range immediately.  He wanted me to live with his folks because we didn't have time to set up housekeeping.  It was disconcerting to me that because of a few words that were said, I no longer belonged at home and certainly didn't feel that I belonged down to Rogers.  Tony's parents were dear people that I learned to love as dearly as my own parents.
           After Tony came home again, it was exciting to go up to Redd's Mercantile and pick out the pots and pans and groceries to set up housekeeping in one room at his parents home, and finally get down to the business of playing house.
           Tony quit the range and went to work for Dora's husband, Joseph Adams, over to Carlisle.  I went over with him and it was from here a year later, that we made a mad dash to the Cortez hospital, where our first baby, a priceless little girl, Wytoni, was born on Sep. 3, 1933.  The day she was blessed, Grandpa Black had 3 grandchildren blessed that day.
           When you begin your family, you keep track of events by remembering when your children were born.  Toni, as we called our little daughter, was about 14 months old when Tony thought he had a marvelous opportunity and went to work for a man, who came into town, down on the Colorado river, panning for gold.  While he was gone, Toni contracted polio.  I was pregnant and not well at the time and the whole town shunned us because they were afraid.  I nursed my little daughter back to health all by myself and was so thankful that she did not have any crippling ill effects from the dreaded disease.
           The man took Tony and a friend, Riley Hurst, down on the river and left them and didn’t return.  When their supplies ran out a couple of months later, they walked out and came home; sadder, poorer, but wiser.
           There were no doctors in town so when it was time for our next baby to be born, I took Toni and we went to Salt Lake.  Nora and William took me in again and on May 2, 1935, my little Dorene was born in Nora’s front bedroom.  She was a beautiful, angelic child.  She died shortly after her 5th birthday on July 12, 1940.
           We lived, not too high, in Blanding until after the new high school was built.  Tony had worked for Henry Ashton as a hod carrier on the school, and Henry said he would give him permanent employment if he wanted to come to Salt lake.  It was some months later that we came up to be with our daddy.  Those were hard times and the home loan on my parents home had to be paid off or they would lose it.  Mama said if we would pay it off, we could always have one side of the house to live in.  We thought as soon as the loan was paid off we would make a permanent home in Blanding.  Things were dust dry there at that time, and we got used to more money so we only went back for two brief periods.
           Mama moved up that fall and we always lived side by side.  When our first son was born we had a paid medical plan in Blanding, so I went from Salt Lake to Blanding and he was born there July 31, 1941.  Toni was 8 by now so we were really tickled to have a baby again.  We named him Gaylen David Anthony Rogers, and it embarrassed his Grandpa Black when  he had to say all those names to bless him.  He was his father's pride and joy, not to mention his mothers.  To his fathers dying day, Gaylen always said, "What dad does, I do."  They enjoyed many hunting and fishing and camping trips together and was a joy to each other.  Our next son, Larry Antoine was born May 11, 1943.  He was a scrawny starved looking little bird.  The older he got, the younger he got, until after a few months, he turned out to be a beautiful pleasant baby.  At nine months he had double pneumonia and we were terrified that we were going to lose him.  He recovered and grew into a strong, healthy boy with tow white hair and in his play called himself Hop-along Cassidy, a movie-star with hair like his.
           Then, what did I do, but have another baby boy, Randall Vance, born Sep 21, 1945.  He was a plump rosy-cheeked baby that looked noble and special from the day he was born.  I called my other boys the next president but I said he was to be my president of the church.  He was nearly three and I was expecting another baby.  I was fighting toxemia and spending quite a bit of time in bed.  He would lay by me and we would talk about his little sister, Rhonda that we would soon have.  We didn't know at that time that he was destined to not see her.  He was three in September and in November we had a big Thanksgiving get together with all my family and their families.  At the program, Randy was going to sing "I came to see Jennie Jo."  He got shy and didn't sing but he stood on the stage with his hands in his pocket and everyone got a good look at what a handsome, healthy lovely child he was.  This was on Thursday and by Sunday he had contracted spinal meningitis and at 7:00 Monday morning, November 18, 1948, he died.  This was a devastating loss to us.
           The next March, on a snowy day of the 5th, 1941, Rhonda was born.  We had talked about her so much that if she had not been a girl, it would have seemed like losing another child.  She was a delightful, beautiful little blonde girl, and loved so dearly after losing our little boy.
           The next summer after Rhonda turned one, we went to Idaho Falls to spend the summer with Tony.  He was foreman for Ashton on a big school that was being built.  I would get homesick and have to go home to see mama once or twice a month.  Idaho had excellent fishing and the boys had a grand summer with their father.  We enjoyed several trips to Yellowstone and went again that summer.
           When it got school time, we moved back home to Salt Lake so that Toni and the boys could go. 
           Toni had been interested in a young fellow by the name of Charles William Stones.  I had tried to discourage this because it did not seem that he was good marriage material because he had been married before.  She turned 18 on Sep. 17, 1951, and the next month she and Bill ran away to Elko and got married on Oct. 18, 1951.
           The next month in November my mother had her second stroke and lay in a coma, at death's door, for 16 days.  She finally came out of it, but never to be well again.  Her left side was paralyzed and most of her speech taken.  This was really a hardship on her because she was a friendly, jovial person, who loved to visit.  She lived 5 years after this and really went through the refiners fire before she died.  I loved her dearly.  My father was a great blessing and strength to me also.
           Two years after Toni was married, Davidene was born on Oct 19 , 1953, just at deer season.  Her father couldn't miss the hunt so he went and got his deer and still got home in time to welcome his petite, gentle natured, little daughter.
           Jilie Deon was born 2 years later on August 30, 1955.  I was 41 and her daddy was 47.  He thought we were too old to still be having babies, but she has been a real joy to the whole family.  We call her our "precious jewel".
          A year later in October the family was sitting in the living room watching television.  Gaylen and Tony had been duck hunting.  Gaylen said, "I’ve got such a terrible headache.  I can hardly stand it."  I said, "I was just thinking the same thing about my back."  Before the night was over, I had a miscarriage, hemorrhaged and fainted for the first time in my life.  I ended up in an ambulance and rushed to L.D.S. hospital.  When Tony came to see me the next day, he told me Gaylen was still sick.  He sent for the doctor and the doctor diagnosed it as the flu.  When I got home on Wednesday, Gaylen was still sick and I sent for the doctor again.  This time the doctor immediately recognized it as polio.  The ambulance came again and took him off to the hospital.  He was saved by the power of the Priesthood and the fasting and prayers of his family.  Larry also had a slight case of polio, but I doctored him at home.  It was a bad time for my family.  My mother was ill, my sister Clella and her daughter LaVerne had been in a bad auto accident down by Las Vegas and she wasn’t getting around yet.  Nora worked so there was no one to care for my 3 little girls.  Tony’s sister, Nina Chappell, from Ogden finally came and got them.
           Gaylen was in the hospital undergoing treatment and operations from October until Christmas time and then came home.
           In a two year period, Tony and I were to lose all four of our parents.  Each time meant a nightmare trip to Blanding.
           In 1950, Tony and the boys started building a new home for us in Murray.  A year later on Gaylen's birthday we moved in.  It wasn't quite finished so we joked about camping out until the kitchen was finished.  It  was a lovely home and an ideal place to raise our family.  We had lived there nine years when on November 6, 1967 Tony went to work as usual and never came home.  He was working on the McKay Hospital in Ogden and a stone fell and struck him so that it burst the aorta of his heart and although he had immediate medical attention, his great heart pumped his life away and there was nothing that could be done.
           By this time Larry was married to Carolyn Christensen, a lovely girl that we were delighted with, and they had presented us with our first grandchild, Kristen.  Gaylen had gone to Nebraska.  Nebraska did three good things for him.  He had a good job, he gained an unshakeable testimony of the Gospel, and he found our precious Marcia Kay McKain for a wife.  This left the three young girls and I to carry on.
           Our daddy had prepared well for us.  We had no debts, I got state compensation because he was killed on the job, and we received Social Security.  This enabled the girls to go on to get the schooling they wanted and for us to have sufficient money to run our home.
           The life saver at that time was my call to be the Relief Society President of the newly formed 22nd Ward.  In giving service to others, my own life was blessed.  I served as President for five years and truly learned the meaning of sisterhood.  I soon went and got my endowments and a year later, had Tony's temple work done and then we were sealed.  This was a spiritual, humbling, beautiful occasion and when it was over, the officiator said, "I want you to know that your loved ones were here and the work was accepted."  I knew this by inspiration already.
           It is now nearly eleven years later, 1978.  My children are all married but the youngest one, Julie.  I have five grandchildren that I prize with all my heart.  Julie went on a mission to Guatemala which pleased me as nothing else could.  I am a temple worker and a counselor in night Relief Society.  The Lord has been good to me.  My prayer is that I shall always recognize and appreciate my many blessings and endure in faith to the end.
           Rhonda became a registered nurse.  A very good one.  She married Daniel Patrick Schiller and moved to Minnesota.  Davidene married John Bruce Zimmerman and has a little son called John David.  Gaylen and Marcia have a son named Anthony Merle, after his two grandfathers.  We call him Tony.  Larry and Carolyn gave me my first grandchildren and all granddaughters, five little girls.  Two died of  prematurity, but I have Kristen, Lori Ann and Bridgette.  This makes a total of 16 when we all get together and five more who died." [2]

  • Reference  Bryan S. Larson. "Rhoda Black". Our Family Histories. https://www.ourfamilyhistories.org/getperson.php?personID=I217942&tree=00 (accessed September 18, 2019).

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    1. [S1535] Personal knowledge of Clark Timmins, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE]\..

    2. [S2891] Personal knowledge of Marla Kirby, [ADDRESS FOR PRIVATE USE]\..

    3. [S2903] Latter Day Saint Family History Microfilm.

    4. [S2904] Yates Publishing. U.S. and International Marriage Records, 1560-1900. Online publication - Provo, UT, USA: The Generations Network, Inc., 2004.Original data - This unique collection of records, Source number: 246.000; Source type: Electronic Database; Number of Pages: 1; Submitter Cod.

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