Thursday, September 4, 2014

Heywood, Spence Coleman (1878-1969) Bio by Margaret Heywood Freestone

(Uncle of the contributor, Richard N. Heywood)

Spence Coleman Heywood
Parents:  Joseph Neal Heywood and Sarah Francelle Coleman
Birth:  19 Oct 1878, Upper Kanab, Kane, Utah
Death:  1 May 1969, Mesa, Maricopa, Arizona


Spence Coleman Heywood

By Margaret Heywood Freestone

Mother, Nellie Bly Tate, married her school teacher, Spence Coleman Heywood on March 30, 1905, in Central, Arizona.

She was born at Turner’s Point, Kaufman Co., Texas, Mach 13, 1887.  Her family, the Martin Van Buren Tates, having joined the Mormon Church in 1894, left Texas for Utah with two wagons, two teams of horses, two mules and the bare necessities.  After spending two and one half years in Spanish Fork, Utah, they again moved.  This time to Central, Arizona.

The most harrowing experience of the trip was crossing the Colorado River at Lee’s Ferry.  Mother writes in her journal, “After the wagon had been pulled onto the ferry boat and the animals detached, both became so unmanageable the boat was in danger of being upset with all cargo aboard.  One animal finally became so frantic that he jumped overboard into the river.  It was a tense few minutes.

Father was born in Upper Kanab, Utah, October 19, 1878.  He crossed Lee’s Ferry in 1880 with his father (Joseph Neal Heywood) and his mother (Sarah Francelle Coleman) and brother Joseph Neal Jr. and his maternal grandparents Prime Thornton Coleman (Emma Beck Evans) and other relatives.  They settled in Alpine, Arizona and St. Johns until 1898 at which time they moved to Thatcher, Arizona. 

Father met mother while he was principal and teacher at the Central School.  Six months later, on March 30, 1905, they were married.  Mother recalls her first school teaching job in 1908.  It was at “Robinsons Ranch located some three miles south of Thatcher in the foothills near the base of Mt. Graham.  My way of transportation to school was by horse and buggy.”

After teaching for several years, throughout the Gila Valley, father ran for Graham County School Superintendent on the “Republican ticket in an overwhelming Democratic county.  This was repeated three times making eight years’ service to the schools.”  Dad also served on the Board of Regents being named to it by Gov. George W. Hunt.

My parents since have both passed away—father in 1969 and mother in 1973 but their roots grow deep in the Gila Valley as does the Joseph Neal Heywoods, Prime Thornton Colemans and Martin Van Buren Tates.  All are buried in the Thatcher Cemetery.

Mother and Dad and children moved from Thatcher in 1924 to Mesa, Arizona where they resided the rest of their lives.  However, a grandaughter, Mrs. Dennis Layton (Paula Freestone) has made her home in Thatcher.

Submitted for publication by Mrs. Bert (Margaret Heywood) Freestone, daughter of Spence Coleman Heywood)


Contributor's Note:  This Biographical Sketch was found amid miscellaneous papers of Richard N. Heywood of Tempe, Arizona.  A handwritten note gave the following information:  "Thatcher, Church History  ?979.154/T1 H25."  The verified source title and the original repository are not known. 

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Smurthwaite, Margaret Eleanor (Heywood) Graduation 1838, Newspaper.

(Mother of the contributor, Richard N. Heywood)

Margaret Eleanor Smurthwaite Graduation, 1939

Arizona State Teachers College


 Margaret Smurthwaite Heywood graduated from  Arizona State Teachers College as reported in the Arizona Independent Republic 26 May 1939


 Seniors graduating with High Distinction include Margaret Smurthwaite Heywood.  Arizona Republic, Arizona State Teachers College.  31 May 1939

Smurthwaite, Margaret Eleanor (Heywood) (1895-1992) Unforgettable Teacher


(Mother of the contributor, Richard N. Heywood)


Margaret Heywood With Students at Mesa High School
About 1952

My Most Unforgettable Teacher (1)


     She stands erect behind her podium with an air of sophistication all her own. From the tips of her toes to the top strand of her silvery hair-do comes a look of having just been introduced to the President of the United States. All five-feet-two inches (2) of her stands with stability beyond comparison. She relays to her audience the pertinent message, “I’m boss of this class; don’t anyone tread on me!”

     Her horned-rimmed glasses and proud chin emit the look of a confident character not to be tampered with; however, her sparkling eyes and dimpled cheeks counteract this impression with the certainty of her wanting to have fun too.
     Upon entering her room, you feel a sense of gaiety bubbling throughout. You promptly sit down and immediately become fixed upon her presence at the head of the class, busily trying to collect her thoughts and material to execute the proceeding of another class period. She quickly takes the roll with the assistance of her pupils, who by this time have entered into jovial conversation with each other as if they hadn’t seen each other for days and wouldn’t see each other again for days to come.

     With the roll business dispatched, she straightens herself to her full height with a severe yet characteristic utterance, “Students, come to school.” You quickly stop your talking and settle down with her to the studies at hand. You are quickly brought into the atmosphere of your subject by her complete, short summarization of the previous day’s activities. She then delves into the day’s discussion with all her soul. She becomes so enraptured with her subject that you can’t help but break loose from the cares of the day and travel with her into the world of English Literature. You sit back and marvel, for her years are added-upon; and you wonder how she ever does it. It is then you realize that she is your most UNFORGETTABLE TEACHER.

     All too soon the bell, with a clang of rudeness, breaks into the class and announces that the period is over. You gather your books and reluctantly walk out of her class to her gentle announcement, “Class dismissed.”


1 Written about Margaret S. Heywood by Jared N. Huish as a student at Mesa High School (Class of 1961), Mesa, Arizona. Published with his permission. 
2 She was actually 5 feet in height.

Smurthwaite, Margaret Eleanor (Heywood) (1895-1992) Short Bios by Barb and Carol


(Mother of the contributor, Richard N. Heywood)
                                                                  MY MOTHER,
                                MARGARET ELEANOR SMURTHWAITE HEYWOOD
By Barbara Lea Heywood Price

            Margaret Eleanor Smurthwaite Heywood, my mother, was a remarkable lady.  She graduated at the head of her class in high school, attended the University of Utah where she received a certificate to teach.
            And teach she did!  For forty-seven years!  During her teaching time she received her bachelor's and master's degrees from Arizona State University.  She raised five children and always held a position in the Church.  The Church jobs were ones of considerable responsibility:  Primary President, Young Women's Stake President, Gospel Doctrine teacher, and she was the director of several Church drama productions in Primary, Mutual and Relief Society, thus utilizing the many talents she developed as she was growing up and also inherited from her family in Wellsville.
            Teaching was her love.  She was often heard to say, "I loved every minute of it!"  In Los Angeles, she was the principal of an all black school for a time.  She taught elementary, high school and college.  When she retired from teaching in Mesa she moved to Hawaii and taught in the Church College there.  Now, you may think, "How could she do all that and raise a family, too?"  Well, she certainly did, and with a wonderful flair.
            At home, she never spared herself.  Our meals were always good.  We sat down to our Sunday meals with lovely dishes, a table cloth and tasty dinners.  Of course, we helped.  She was a great supervisor.
            Her seamstress abilities were wonderful.  She made clothes for all of us, sometimes from newly purchased material and occasionally a makeover from something Jo had grown out of.  The things she made were always very fine.  My dresses were beautiful.
            Now, Mom was simply outstanding in almost everything; however, her auto driving was not her best thing.  She just didn't have that kind of talent.  She always felt that she was lacking in mechanical skills.  She had never learned to skate or ride a bicycle.  My dad, Leland, taught her to drive a car after they were married.  Mom never did like to drive so as soon as we were old enough, the keys were handed to us to be her special drivers.  First, Josephine, then, Barbara, then Al, and finally, Richard.  Then, much later, Carol gladly took on that job.
            Mom was the navigator.  When one of her grandsons, Bill Price, was fourteen years old and visiting her in Hawaii, she handed him the keys and he drove her all over Oahu.  (I didn't find that out for many years afterward.)
            Another thing about Mom and cars was she didn't recognize different makes too well, and recognizing her own car was sometimes a problem.  Such was the time she got into Bill Tucker's car and drove it home from the store (the key fit!!).  Of course, Bill Tucker thought his car was stolen.  Everything worked out though.
            Mom was cheerful and had a positive disposition.  She didn't just assign us household jobs, she worked with us cleaning windows, hanging laundry, and fixing meals.  She had a tendency to say yes to our requests (well, of course, they were reasonable---most of the time).  She told me that she needed to do that because she felt that Leland, my Dad, was a bit too negative about things.
            Mom was active, reasonably healthy and always happy to see us until the last part of her life.  The last three years were not so good.  She didn't recognize us, thought I was Sara, and I didn't mind.  Having her for a mother was one of the greatest things that could ever have happened to me!
                                                                                                                     Barbara Lea Heywood  Price      
                                                           NOTES FROM CAROL
            There are many fond memories I have of my Mother.  Mom loved to shop.  We had many great shopping trips together.  There was the "2 for 1" sale at "Lewis" Shoe Store in Phoenix.  She would really stock up on shoes then.  She loved fine things and knew where to get them.  As we shopped she taught me how to choose fine quality.  She would take me dress shopping and show me how we could buy the material and copy a pattern and how to add to the boughten pattern to make it like the dress we had seen.  Once we were in a fine crystal shop and because they had the Fostoria Red Goblets on sale, she bought all they had.  Another time when my daughter Amy was small and Mother had six granddaughters all about the same age we came across six long dresses (red checked) that she bought the store's supply.
            Mother had a great gift for putting her thoughts on paper.  She knew how to word a letter to me, especially when I was down.  Her letters were so special and she knew how to pick one's spirit up.
            She had a zest for life and was full of enthusiasm.  When she told a story to her family or read to her English Literature class, she became engulfed in her stories.  She loved a lovely home and was a wonderful example of what a mother stands for.  I am so blessed to have had her as a parent.  She taught me the finer things in life and how to enjoy life itself.  Our holidays were great.  She made them special.

            My Mom even shopped for the best housekeepers, gardeners, ironers, etc.  She knew the true meaning of "Shop until you drop!"
Carol Jayne Heywood French

Smurthwaite, Margaret Eleanor (Heywood) (1895-1992) Bio by Al and Phyl Heywood


(Margaret is the mother of the contributor, Richard Neal Heywood)
Margaret and her daughter, Josephine.
Click for Pioneer Ancestry
Our Mother
Margaret Eleanor Smurthwaite Heywood
By
Alfred and Phyl Heywood


            We are grateful for the opportunity to add to the history of the Smurthwaite Family, a brief account of a very beloved member of that family, our mother, Margaret Eleanor Smurthwaite Heywood.

            She was born October 9, 1895 in Ogden, Utah, the third child and first daughter of Alfred and Margaret Eleanor Brown Smurthwaite.  The family later moved back to Wellsville where she spent her childhood and growing-up years.  She was christened "Margaret", but in her early years she was called Marguerite because of a popular song of the day with that title. Her parents sang the song together and began calling her "Marguerite."  They did this until "Marguerite" discovered who she really was, "Margaret"; then she insisted on being called by her real name.  Propriety was always one of her trademarks!

            Margaret was filled with zeal for life, much like her mother, and she seemed bequeathed with virtuous characteristics from her wonderful parents.  She was particularly influenced by her parents' English background, her father having emigrated from England at an early age.  She loved the amiable and enthusiastic atmosphere of her childhood home, and this was very apparent to the outsider looking on.  At the time of their courtship, Margaret's future husband, Leland Heywood, likened the family to that portrayed in the book and play, "Little Women," because of the love and affection he observed in their home.

Mildred died when almost 18.
            This love and affection within the home surely must have aggravated the pain caused by the loss of two of her eight siblings due to accidents.  Margaret often spoke with a certain wistfulness of her sister, Mildred, who was paralyzed from a fall from a tree at 8 years of age and died of complications when she was almost 18.  She remembered with sadness the Thanksgiving Day accident that took the life of her beloved brother, Armand.  He was just two years older than she, and was a great companion.  They had much fun together.  He would dance with her at the children's dances, and at home would practice the dance steps with her to give her confidence.  When it was his turn to select players for his side in active games like "Prisoner's Base" and Baseball he would choose her.  One can understand the terrible void that his passing left for her.

            Margaret was a quick, enthusiastic student.  She loved to learn and did exceptionally well in her studies.  She loved music and spoke of having a lead role in a school musical.  By the time she was in the eighth grade she had made such a good impression on her teachers that she was called upon to be a substitute teacher when the 1st grade teacher was absent.  This seemed to be the beginning of a great love for much of her life’s work, teaching school.

            Mom was the valedictorian of her graduating class and soon enrolled at the University of Utah in Salt Lake City.  She was not able to finish her education at this time, but received her certificate to teach.  She returned to her beautiful Cache Valley to begin her teaching career at Logan, Utah. 
            It was in Logan while rooming with Velma Heywood that she met Velma's brother, Leland.  From the beginning she became attached to the Heywood family, as she, Velma, Leland and their brothers David and Yates spent many enjoyable times together.  The foursome planned to meet for an outing, but Leland caught Margaret alone before the others arrived.  He made what became a most memorable proposal in the kitchen with the dirty dishes and blots of jam and crumbs decorating the table.  He hurriedly asked her to marry him and her answer was an immediate "Yes", in spite of what she described as the "crumby, unromantic place to propose!"

            On August 16, 1921 Margaret received her endowments in the Salt Lake Temple.  The following day she and Leland both were given patriarchal blessings by Hyrum G. Smith, the Church Patriarch.  Then, the following day, August 18, 1921, Margaret and Leland were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple by Hyrum G. Smith.  Mother Smurthwaite was in attendance at the wedding.

            This marked the beginning of a very full and wonderful life together.  Margaret was truly a helpmeet to her husband, always willing to help him achieve the dreams that he had as a young man.  After Leland's first degree in pharmacy and working at drug stores in Mesa and Chandler, Arizona they decided that his interest was more in dentistry.  So Leland enrolled at the University of Southern California School of Dentistry and Margaret helped sustain the family by teaching school.

            Margaret and Leland did not wait to begin their family.  On November 18, 1922 Margaret Josephine was born in Mesa, Arizona.  It was while they were in California that Barbara Lea was born, October 2, 1928 in Los Angeles, California.  Alfred Leland was born in Snowflake, Arizona on June 17, 1930.  Richard Neal was born April 10, 1933 also in Snowflake.  Carol Jayne was born July 3, 1940 and became a member of their family in April of 1945.

            Margaret has left a legacy for her family as a gracious, able and giving mother and grandmother.  She created a comfortable and beautiful home wherever she lived.  Carol remembers the shopping trips to Phoenix, seeing the newest styles and fabrics and then going home to have them recreated at home for a much-reduced price.  One way or another she saw to it that her family was well dressed, had educational opportunities, music lessons, all of the benefits that would lead them down the path to a full life. 

            Her attention for these things did not stop with her children, but carried on with her grandchildren.  They could not help but remember her and "Granddaddy's" willingness to help out in about every situation.  Her annual New Year's Eve parties for her children and grandchildren were anxiously awaited by all.  She and Jo would fill a piñata with a myriad of goodies and little toys for the children.  A delicious buffet was served with her most beautiful serving pieces.  She would give her readings for us all, "Betty and the Bar" and "The Twins", and then everyone would go on the hunt for a personal gift.  She would hide the gifts around the house.  It was a tradition long to be lovingly remembered.  Yes, Margaret was a wonderful family person.  But to the Mesa community she is remembered as "teacher".

            Actually, Margaret began her teaching career in her late teens.  She said that once she had successfully taught school at that young age she always retained a sense of security.  In addition to this sense of security she always displayed self-confidence.  These two attributes surely must have played a part in a lifetime optimism and self-confidence in the classroom where she was always in control.

            It was probably in her first teaching assignment where she first displayed her ability to "take charge" in the classroom.  Margaret was short, 5 feet, and slight of stature, but she could stand much taller than that and knew how to assert more than a slight effect upon any who might challenge her.  This was displayed throughout her career but began early on when she first taught in a one-room school with big and somewhat older farm boys who were bigger and stronger and (seemingly) tougher than Margaret.  When she recognized the potential problem, she confronted their leader and let him know who was in charge.  It seems that she, in effect, stared him down and the potential bullies were subdued.

            To say that she never had classroom problems would be to exaggerate, but few would compare in her ability to control a classroom.  She not only knew how to rise to any occasion, but also knew how to call upon a resource beyond herself.  She reported that sometimes, when things were not going just right, she would turn to the blackboard, as though writing something, and say "a little prayer", then things would just "smooth out."

            But classroom discipline is only a part of teaching, and Margaret excelled in other aspects as well.  Her students learned the facts, feelings and inspiration of great literature.  They learned to think and to systematically express their thoughts.  They learned the mechanics.  They learned to create.  They wanted to learn more.

            Margaret's teaching was without respect of persons.  She had the ability to bring out the best in the gifted, interested student as well as the disinterested.  She corrected without hesitation, but without demeaning the student.  She extended more help to those with extra interest and to those with extra needs.  It was not uncommon to find a student seated at her kitchen table in the evening receiving help on a writing project.

            One student expressed the impossibility of his being able to write a research paper.  He lacked the interest and the skill.  He disliked school and was ready to quit.  He had no hope for success in school.  Margaret, listened to his discouraged, despairing words and then asked what he was interested in.  He said, "Chickens."  She then sparked an interest and helped him write about his hobby of raising chickens.  This proved to be a turning point in his life.  He later became a successful teacher himself.

            Margaret's career included forty-seven years of teaching, ranging from the one room grammar school to the college classroom.  She taught in Plymouth, Wellsville, Smithfield, and Bingham Canyon, Utah; St. Johns and Youngberg, Arizona; she taught for twelve years in Los Angeles, California and for twenty years at Mesa High School in Mesa, Arizona.

            It was while at Mesa High School that she reached the mandatory retirement age of 65. How she happened to teach there for two extra years makes an interesting tale.  Margaret claimed neither interest nor skill in mathematics.  As a child she knew her age, but she felt no confidence in figuring the year of her birth.  She decided to rely on a fellow student for this fact and asked a boy her age "who was good at math" to give her year of her birth.  It seems he knew his year of birth and related to her with confidence -- 1896.  She assumed that it was correct and entered that date on documents from that time on.  All official and unofficial records included this year of birth.  Margaret didn't discover her correct year of birth until proof was needed for a passport application.  During the research needed to create a birth certificate, it was discovered she was born in 1895 instead of 1896.  She let the record stand and was therefore allowed to teach an extra.    Then, because she was a department head they allowed an additional “extra” year.  Thus, she taught at Mesa High School two years beyond the usual mandatory retirement age of 65.  Then, she taught an additional 5 years at the Church College of Hawaii (now BYU Hawaii campus)!

            As we, her family, meet her former students we have good feelings as they express their love and appreciation for the influence of their teacher.  She will be long remembered in the schools, community and church.

            One's greatest influence is within the home and family, and Margaret will always have the love and admiration of her posterity.  She saw to it that each need was fulfilled.  Her energy, enthusiasm and optimism were boundless.  At least ninety of her ninety-six years found her in excellent health, which we attribute to her prudent living, i.e., daily exercises, good eating habits and positive attitude.  Margaret was full of faith, loving and serving the Lord throughout her life.  Her family is very grateful for the legacy that she left for them.

            In her later years Margaret was called to teach a class on child rearing in Relief Society.  One of her lessons was on "Grandmothering".  She wrote the following:

"What Can Grandmothers Do?"

            As the matriarch of the Leland Heywood family, just what can I do to help that family?  Well, I have written for them and for my brothers and sisters the life stories of my parents, Alfred Smurthwaite and Margaret Ellen Brown, both estimable people.

            I am planning my life story and that of my husband, hoping that our influence with our extended family might prove beneficial and inspirational in their lives.  In fact, I hope that we shall never be forgotten!

            As an old woman, lonely and frail in health, I can still do some constructive things if I will to do so; and I so will it!

            I can be cheerful, not complaining or bitter, not, as my father would have phrased it "forever belly-aching!"  Yes, I can smile and be cheerful.

            I desire the approval of my grandchildren.  I can turn on the charm for them.  I can still talk of optimism and courage with a pair of shining eyes and an optimistic giggle.  Over and above that, I can give them assurance of my approval of them, of my acceptance of them as they are, no matter what.  I might find it difficult to refrain from pointing out faults and weaknesses; but always, on closer view, I can find something to praise, to stimulate faith and to awaken courage.

            Then we settle down to a discussion of material needs.  Somehow we manage to meet the semester fees and book needs.  We see that those ever-recurring repair problems with the car are paid for when need arises.  Yes, somehow, they must manage to get to and from.  Above all, they must have a scholastic, technical or mechanical education sufficient to insure fair and equal competition in our industrial world.

            I can keep my home a pleasant place for my grandchildren to enjoy.  They seem to relax here where they find quiet and order.  I can work in the yard keeping the walks swept, the weeds pulled and flowers planted.  I enjoy work.  "Work", you know, "is love made visible."

            I can make my small contribution to the Church and the community.  I try to support civic projects such as the Community Chest, the Mesa Symphony and the Mesa Little Theater.  I desire my grandchildren to grow up in a town furnishing much in cultural advantages.  Surely they should know that I do my bit towards making their home city a desirable place in which to live.

            I set my example before my family in keeping family records.  I urge them to begin their accurate record keeping now.

By Margaret S. Heywood, at age 87

     Love and service to family, school, church, and community are her legacy.   She truly did have the “will to do” and she “did it” for each of us.  For her, we express our love and appreciation.









Heywood, Joseph Neal Jr. (1876-1968) Bio sketch by Bess Erickson


(Uncle of the contributor, Richard N. Heywood

See Also:     

Joseph Neal Heywood, Pioneer Doctor 



By Bess Ericksen White Mountain Independent, Apr 20 1976


Snowflake’s history could hardly be told without including the life and services of Dr. J. Neal Heywood, who served this community and all the little communities along Silver Creek for over 36 years as their medical doctor, and cherished friend.  Many of his calls were made on horseback before the advent of the automobile, on roads that were non-existent.

But with all the years of struggle as a country doctor, underpaid or never paid, and overworked, he still found time for the beautiful in life.  “Snowflake was his love,” was written on a card of floral offerings at his funeral services.  And that love of his “hometown” never left him even though in his later life with eye-sight failing and strength declining, he was forced to move to Mesa to a warmer climate.

“He lived in a house by the side of the road and was a friend of man,” could well exemplify his life.  Three things he loved:  His family and friends,  love of knowledge, and love of beauty.  His love of fellowmen was only a little less than his love of family…the long-forgotten call of service that he rendered to those in distress, no matter the weather or the darkness of the night, and which found him there whether or not the patient could pay for the call.

His love of knowledge began as a small child at his mother’s knee.  He was born in Spring Valley, Lincoln Co., Nevada, October 23, 1876, and was brought to Alpine in 1880 where he experienced some of the most rugged conditions of Pioneering as he grew up.  He attended the little one-room school, and it was here he first learned to love knowledge.  He longed to know more.  During these early years of manhood he served as a missionary in Texas, returning home just before the death of his father.  He assumed his father’s place providing for and helping with the rearing of the younger brothers and sisters.  To do this, he entered the teaching profession.  At 19 he attended Brigham Young Academy and returned after two years to take a teaching position at Amnity, Greer, St. Johns, Central and Layton.  He also taught a year at Thatcher and was principal there seven years.  He served as principal in Snowflake for many years.  He served on the Snowflake School Board for many years also.

But that did not satisfy his thirst for knowledge, when the time came that he felt he was free enough to launch out for himself, even though he had a young family of his own to care for, he moved to Los Angeles and began the difficult struggle to prepare for the practice of medicine.

After receiving his medical degree in 1915 he practiced in Thatcher, ST. Johns and Snowflake, making Snowflake his permanent home.  But still his quest for learning continued even into his reclining years, until his eyesight became so dim he could no longer distinguish the written word.  With his mind still alert and keen he remained a devout listener.


Dr. Heywood was health officer 25 years for Navajo County and served for nearly 20 years a medical physician for the Snowflake Maternity Hospital.  He was credited with delivering more than 3,000 babies in Navajo County.  He also helped establish the Snowflake water system, and planted trees around the water tank—these trees are now beautiful tall trees, a living tribute to his untiring efforts.  The first immunization program in Navajo County was under his direction and skill.

During World War I he was appointed superintendent of the State Industrial School for Boys at Ft. Grant and had sever 13 years on the State Welfare Board.

Dr. Heywood knew first hand the heartache and pain of losing loved ones.  Many he tried with all his skill to save, but was not successful.  Those were the discouraging times.  When death touched his family, he lost his beautiful young wife, who died, leaving three small children for Neal to care for.  Later he married a brilliant young Danish Woman, Emma Fredrickson, an English teacher at Snowflake High School, and they were parents to five children.  His love of beauty had no bounds—he loved winter’s cloak…Spring’s awakenings belonged to him…every tree, bush, shrub, flower, he knew, and summer and fall each had its season for his love of nature was for all.  After his retirement, he gave generously o his knowledge of growing things, and served for many years, almost without pay, as gardener for the Church.  He introduced many beautiful trees, flowers, shrubs, and plants into the area, and gave generously to those around him.  His dream was to have Snowflake as the “Dahlia Capitol of the State.”  His fame spread far and wide as people stopped to walk around the Church grounds.  He bought many beautiful varieties of iris and every spring the yards were alive with color.  His tall, erect figure, with snowy white hair will long be remembered around Snowflake, but more than that, Snowflakers will remember his kindness, gentleness and patience in time of suffering, and those in outlying ranches will never forget those nights he came, often on horseback, to help when it seemed impossible.  He was a man of his word—and it didn’t matter what personal sacrifice it cost him to get to his patients.

Dr. Heywood was featured in the Ladies Home Journal in the late 1930 for his work as an outstanding “country doctor.”  And what better example could they use.  He died Feb. 20, 1968 at age 92 and was buried by his beautiful young wife in Thatcher.  He truly lived the first commandment:  “To love the Lord, with all his heart, mind and soul; and his neighbor as himself.”




Heywood, Josesph Neal Jr. (1876-1968) Funeral Program

(Uncle of the contributor, Richard N. Heywood)

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Joseph Neal Heywood Jr. (1876-1968)
Funeral Program

In Loving Memory of
Dr. Joseph Neal Heywood, Jr.
635 West Second Street
Mesa, Arizona

Born October 23, 1876
Spring Valley, Nevada

Passed away February 20, 1968
Mesa, Arizona

Funeral Services
Saturday, February 24, 1968, at 9:00 A. M.
Snowflake Ward, L. D. S. Church
Snowflake, Arizona

Officiating
Bishop Ronald Reed
Snowflake Ward, L. D. S. Church
Snowflake, Arizona

Music     Snowflake Ward Singing Mothers
Directed by Cleon Soloman

       Organist                                       Annella Hall
 …..
Prelude
Music:       “I’ll Go Where You Want Me To Go”
Invocation                              Raymond Stratton
Speaker                                          Ammon Hunt
Music                                            “O My Father”
Speaker                                       David A. Butler
Music                                       “Unanswered Yet”
Benediction                                       Barr Turley

Interment
Thatcher City Cemetery at 4:00 P. M.
Dedication of Grave    Chester E. Lewis

    Casket Bearers
David E. Heywood                        Robert C. Jones
Yates Heywood                         A. Neal de Gaston
Max W. Heywood                        Clifton M. Lewis
…..
God hath not promised skies always blue,
Flower-strewn pathways all our lives through;
God hath not promised sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow, peace without pain.


But God hath promised strength for the day,
Rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above,
  Unfailing sympathy, undying love.