Karl Henrik Haederli
1859 - 1943
Karl Henrik Haederli
Written by himself.
I, Charles Henry Haderlie, son of John Ulrich
Haederlie and Annie Zollinger, was born March 29, 1859 in Ober Urdof, Canton
Zurich, Switzerland.
At the age of seven years I emigrated with
my parents to America. We left Switzerland about May 1, 1866, crossed the
Atlantic Ocean on a sailing vessel, and while on board of ship, my mother
gave birth to a baby girl named Emily. After a long sea voyage, we arrived
in New York City and immediately took a train for the West. Going through
the state of Iowa, an axle broke on the car we were riding in and tipped
us over. The car was a box car and contained quite a few emigrants, but
we suffered no serious injuries.
Proceeding westward, we arrived at the Missouri
River, Winter Quarters of Florence, Nebraska, about the latter part of
June, 1866. Upon our arrival, we were surprised to see my Uncle Jacob Zollinger
who had come from Utah, having been called by the Church authorities to
go as a teamster. After resting a few weeks in camp and giving the mules
a chance to rest for the trip a little, we started on our journey. We were
fortunate in being assigned to my uncle's outfit, consisting of four mules
and one wagon and assigned to Thomas Rick's Company. In my uncle's wagon
were Father, Mother, Sister Louisa, Emily the baby, and myself of our family.
He also had another family in his wagon consisting of two aged people,
two sisters and brother, and with my uncle as driver, there were eleven
persons in our wagon.
With the four head of mules we left for the
overland journey July 15, 1866. Everything went well without any serious
mishaps except while crossing the Platte River in Nebraska, one of the
mules laid down in the water, which was over three feet deep, and it took
considerable time to get him on his feet. Proceeding on our trip, my little
sister Emily took seriously ill of fever and ague and died somewhere in
the neighborhood of Evanston, Wyoming. A little casket was made out of
a mess box of a wagon and she was laid away in a lonely grave. We arrived
in Salt Lake City on September 16, 1866, remained a few days, and then
proceeded on to Providence, Utah, where my grandfather and grandmother
and their children resided. This ended our long jouney by covered wagon
over the one thousand mile trip from the Missouri River.
On August 31, 1867, a sister was born and
later died on September 4, 1871.
From the late sixties up to 1875 there were
some trying times, Indian troubles, grasshoppers, and cricket plagues.
During my boyhood days I had to help my mother with the crops in the lots
and fields and help glean wheat for our flour. When I was sixteen years
of age, I broke my right leg between the knee and foot and was laid up
for six weeks. A few years later I had the same leg mashed.
In October 1879 I went with a contracting
company to Snake River Valley (now known as Poplar) to help build the first
canal out of the South Fork of the Snake River.
In June 1881 I was united in marriage to
Annie
Barbara Schiess, daughter of John Schiess and Barbara Kursteiner Schiess
who came to Providence in July 1876 from Herisau, Switzerland. We were
married by Joseph F. Smith in the old Endowment house in Salt Lake City,
Utah. To this union were born thirteen children: Henry Walter, February
6, 1882; Lillie Barbara, May 16, 1883; John Joseph, June 16, 1884; David
Arnold, November 22, 1885; Luther Herman, April 6, 1889; Annie Evelyn,
September 4, 1890; Ida May, May 9, 1892; Lula Irene,
November 27, 1893; Edward Winfield, March, 10, 1896; Wilford Leroy, November
22, 1897; Austin Lloyd, December 31, 1899; Hazel LaVern, September 15,
1903; and Gilbert Schiess Haderlie, January 10, 1907.
In 1884 I was ordained a seventy by Abram
H. Cannon.
On the 15th of April 1885 I was united in
marriage to Bertha Schiess, daughter of John Schiess and Barbara Kursteiner
Schiess. This marriage took place in the Logan Temple, Logan, Utah. To
this union were born thirteen children: Frederick William, July 14, 1886;
Charles Marion, June 12, 1890; Clifford Moroni, July 15, 1894; Carlett,
July 20, 1896; Oliver R., August 15, 1899; Roy L., June 24, 1901; Ernest
L., September 5, 1902; Mable Artella, December 25, 1903; Ina Bertha, April
10, 1905; Leo L., October 15, 1906; Della R., June 13, 1908; Blanche I.,
December 31, 1909; and Wanda Florence, February 12, 1913. I am the father
of 26 children.
In October 1885 I received a call to go on
a mission to Europe, and on October 11th, I took a train for Salt Lake
City. After staying a few days on account of sickness in the company of
a dozen Elders, we left Salt Lake City for the East on October 14, 1885.
We arrived in New York City on October 18th and from there commenced on
our long voyage. On October 30, we arrived in Liverpool, England, and in
November we arrived at Bern, the headquarters of the Swiss-German Mission.
After visiting with my relatives in Zurich and Herisau, I returned to the
mission headquarters where I was assigned as traveling elder in the Jura
Conference.
After laboring up to the 28th of July 1886
I as called to East Prussia and labored there until February 1, 1887. When
I arrived at mission Headquarters I was appointed President of the Jura
Conference and acted as such until I was released in the month of June,
1888.
This is a brief account of my return home:
on June 5, 1888 we left Basel, Switzerland for our westward journey. I
was appointed to take charge of the 72 emigrants that were in our company.
On June 9th at 10:00 a.m. we went aboard the steamer Nevada and set sail
for New York City. Quite a lot of us got sick and our trip was not a pleasant
one. We arrived in New York on June 20th, all well. At 3:00 p.m. we took
a steamer for Norfolk, Virginia and arrived there on the 21st. Got there
an hour after the train had pulled out and on this account we were delayed,
which was awful. We left Norfolk, Virginia on June 22nd and arrived in
Denver, Colorado on June 26th.
After leaving Denver I bought myself a suit,
tramps clothing, a bag of tobacco and a pipe to disguise myself so the
Deputy Marshals would not recognize me when I got home. I arrived in Logan
on June 27th and my parents didn't recognize me because I was disguised.
After returning home I could only stay with
my family one week on account of the crusade against the polygamists. Then
I was forced into exile for some time. I first went to Soda Springs, and
then to Caribou, and I worked there at the carpenter trade under the alias
name
of C.H. Heddinger, to avoid being caught by the Deputy Marshals.
In August 1888 I had a layoff and walked 17
miles down to StarValley to find a new home. I located my ranch on Tin
Cup Creek and then sent for my family, which my father brought up with
a good young team, a new harness and a new wagon. After they were made
as comfortable as possible I returned to Caribou to work until winter.
I worked on the ranch the winter of 1888-1889 and then back to Caribou
until the fall when I fnally settled down on my ranch to build it up.
On February 20, 1889 my mother-in-law died
in Providence, Utah.
The winters of 1890-1891 was a very hard one
as, even with money, I had $400 in the house and couldn't buy flour. So
on the 20th of April 1890 I snowshoed 17 miles to Caribou and carried fifty
pounds of flour home on my back. Then I went to Lanes Creek on horseback
and got twenty-five pounds and swam Tin Cup Creek with it. During the first
year in our new home we passed through many trials and hardships.
About this time I received a call to go to
Europe on a second mission but was forced to refuse the call on account
of financial circumstances. In the following years I began to prosper and
children were born to us. I was set apart as first counselor to Osborn
Low and acted in this capacity for several years. I was also a member of
the High Council for several years. Then I served locally first in Bannock
county and then later in Caribou county, Idaho for many years; twenty years
as chairman of the school board, three terms or twelve years as Notary
Public, U.S. Commissioner, Justice of the Peace, and road overseer. In
1895 I set up and operated a water power sawmill.
During the year 1911 I offered to go on a
second mission to Europe, received the call and was prepared to leave for
Salt Lake City in October of that year, but when they learned that I had
such a large family to leave behind without a father's guide and council,
they honorably released me.
The following year I went more into the lumber
business, purchased and operated a steam sawmill, planer, and a shingle
mill.
In 1920 I drove a Ford car through Idaho,
Oregon, and down to Los Angeles, California. I worked there two months
carpentering at $9 per day. Then I came back and returned to California
again. In 1929 I went to Los Angeles, California to spend the winter months.
In May 8, 1930 my wife Babetta Haderlie died
of cancer.
Now I am rounding out my life with renewed
energy and zeal in the work of the Lord, feeling happy and contented with
my lot.
I have rode in most of the vehicles or machines
driven or propelled by power, from a sailing vessel to a late tri-motor
airplane. I have owned nine automobiles up to the present time, including
one Ford Model T, one Carter car, five Fords, one Chevrolet, and one 1930
Ford Coupe. I have driven my automobiles over 1000 miles and never had
a serious wreck. February 15, 1928, I took my first airplane ride from
Roger's airport, Los Angeles, California. The plane took me up twelve thousand
feet and was put through performances to restore my hearing, but it did
not help me. February 22, 1928 I took my second airplane ride in a Ford
tri-motor ten-passenger plane. This ride cost me $15 and it was worth it.
We flew from Los Angeles to San Diego, California--a distance of 145 miles
in an hour and fifteen minutes.
I have 22 living children, 85 grandchildren,
and 37 great-grandchildren.
By Charles Henry Haderlie
Charles Henry Haderlie
Anna Barbara Schiess (Babetta) middle age
