Faye Claridge Porter Payne
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| Faye C. Payne 1979 — 70 years old |
Faye
Claridge Porter Payne
Born - December 5,
1901
Bryce, Graham,
Arizona Territory, US
Married – July 18,
1925
Safford, Graham,
Arizona
Died - June 12, 1985
Mesa, Arizona
Buried- June 15,
1985
Tucson, Arizona
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| Faye 1925 when she was married |
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8th Grade
Pictures of Faye and Cleone. They were
both in the same class in Thatcher, AZ
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Wedding Day on the
steps of the Courthouse in Globe, Arizona
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1969 Dianna Hadlock’s
Wedding. Faye Payne 68 Cleone Payne 67
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MY TESTIMONY
The Secret of Mine and Daddy’s Marriage
The secret of Mine and Daddy's Marriage It's
love the poet's write about, our church outlines for us In songs so sweet and
fair: Love that gives a magic touch to moments sweethearts share. It's Love
that holds the secret of making dreams come true; and Love that makes a
marriage last a lifetime through. It's Love that makes a house a home That's
filled with warmth and joy, And Love that builds a friendship Time and distance
can't destroy. It's Love that makes life wonderful In a way word's can't define
And Love that gives such meaning To a marriage like daddy's and mine. Proof of
all this is our four lovely daughters--our posterity. And we'll all be together
for time and all eternity!
Faye Porter Payne
Complied April, 1973
How
handsome my Father was--how clean cut, how very honest, hard -working, and
wonderful father and provider. We loved
him; yet he frightened us a little or maybe it was a deep respect. We always said “Yes sir” and “No, sir”. He was a strict disciplinarian, yet kind and
gentle. He was always parching corn,
making molasses, or honey. It was fun to
picnic as a family. Daddy always had a
can of sardines close and pickles, and Mom’s pimento cheese sandwiches, -- a
real treat.
My
earliest memory of Bryce was when I was about 5 years old and it was the 4th
of July. That was a special day for all
of us; Mother sewed beautiful new clothes for us, and Dad placed a shiny new 50
cents piece in each of our hands. When
the day arrived with the firing of old cannons and patriotic songs. We really celebrated. We were all bathed and dressed in new
clothes, from the skin out and my special moment was when Mother stood me on a
chair to view myself in her mirror. I
remember how stubborn my brother Glen’s hair was, and Daddy would brush and
brush his hair, and it would still stand up like a porcupine’s quill. Mother in the last rush would take over and
plaster it down with a little sugar and water.
We would all walk out to the buggy (and Papa, as we all called him would
correct us and say “not buggy—carriage”.
You see, he had now bought a beautiful two-seated carriage and papa’s
horses were the finest. He kept them
trimmed and brushed. No one was so
handsome and proud. I also remember that
day Glen, only a toddler fell in the irrigation canal. I ran to the house crying, “Glen’s in the
canal”, and also that day “Old Grant” one of Dad’s horses picked Glen up by his
thick hair (he had a mop of it too) and again I went screaming into Momma.
Then
in 1907 when I was 6 years old, we moved to Thatcher Arizona. I remember starting school in Thatcher with
Lola. It was then my Father was called
on a mission. With a family of five
children it wasn’t easy for him to accept.
But my Mother encouraged him to go.
My Mother milked cows, churned butter, washed on a scrubbing board, ironed
with a flat iron heated on top of a woodstove.
My beautiful little Mother, how her little brown hands did fly, but
there was always a song on her lips; whether she was sewing, washing, canning,
she was singing.
We’d wake up in the morning to her singing in
the kitchen as she prepared breakfast.
The big pot of beans, cooking on the stove to feed many hungry children
and Daddy, and his hired men.
After
my Father’s mission, he again assumed the responsibility of the Bryce ranch and
soon sold it when we moved permanently to Thatcher. After Sybil and Beth were born, we needed a
larger home. Daddy lost no time in
trading for a beautiful ranch belonging to Ed Carpenter. There he tore down a lumber home and built
our beautiful red brick home. Daddy planted
a vineyard, orchard, and pecan trees.
Our old home was sold and we rented the old school house. We lived in it until our home was
finished. We called the old school house
“Shew-fly Hotel-Bat Alley”.
It
was Lillian Wilson who first insisted I change from my left hand to my
right. I was in the sixth grade and had
always used my left hand. The first
thing I did with my right hand was learn to crochet. It was a long and tedious task, but she
insisted. I cried because all the other
girls had the bottom of their bag crocheted and I was still on the chain
stitch. But I soon got the feel of it
and then I completed my bag. I changed
even my writing and it wasn’t too difficult.
Now I am two-handed. I can use
either equally well—thanks to Lillian Wilson
An
outstanding event was meeting Cleone Payne wearing short pants in the 8th
grade. He was freckled and had terrible
teeth. He was a show-off for sure. But he certainly had leadership qualities and
confidence. While living in Thatcher, we
lived by Richard Layton and Cleo and Theresa and I became very good
friends. Many cherished girlhood
memories are all connected with the Layton’s. Thatcher High School was at Gila
Academy, so I went two more years as they made it a Jr. College. When I graduated I worked in the “Big Six” as
a clerk; and my close friends left for college.
My Father said “A girl doesn’t need a college education—just a good man
and a family to care for”. But I wanted
an education, so I worked and saved my money.
Then I went to Tempe Teachers College, borrowing the money I needed with
a promise to pay it back as soon as I graduated and got a teaching job. It was only a two-year college. I majored in teaching, and after two years I
graduated in June 1923.
While
I was in school my brother Glen was called on a mission. In my last year of school, my sister Priscilla
married Dale Webb and within a year she had given birth to a baby boy, Garth
Dale Webb. Priscilla and Dale were
living in Miami near Lola (my sister) when Priscilla took sick. Mother with her two little ones, went to
Miami to be with Pricilla. Lorraine was
only 12 years old was left home to care for Daddy. Two months of this and finally Mother took
sick, the strain had been too much for her and I graduated in May. I rushed to Miami to relieve Mother. Mother never went to the hospital again. I stayed
day and night with Priscilla, and they put a cot in her room for me. She was operated on five times, the last two operations without anesthesia as she was
too weak. She only consented for the last two operations if I would be allowed
to hold her hand. She wanted me to be by
her side constantly. Dale was working
and my sister Lola, had just given birth to a new baby daughter, Donna Hoops
and couldn’t help out much. Finally,
Priscilla’s only desire was to go home to her little home and although I was
always the small one in the family, I carried her in my arms into the house and
we propped her up on the couch. We had
to take her back to Inspiration Hospital where she died a day later on Dale
(her Husband) birthday. Her baby died
the next day. Dale, her husband was so
grief stricken. They were both so young,
only 18 and19 years old.
Daddy
came out and sent me home to Mama. Those
were sad and trying days and I didn’t want to go anywhere after we returned to
Thatcher. Then Cleone Payne came
down. He had just recently returned from
a mission to the Southern States. I
didn’t want to go out but my Mother insisted.
She felt I should get out with young people again. That was the beginning of my courtship and
marriage to Lorenzo Cleone Payne on July 18, 1923. We were married by Cleon’s father, who was
then the Clerk of the Court. As soon as
the new Mesa Temple was opened for sealing we took our first baby daughter,
Priscilla Ruth and were sealed in the Mesa Temple on March 28, 1928. Priscilla was born on January29, 1927. I taught school in Thatcher and payed back
the money I borrowed after I was married.
I taught two years and then quit to have a family.
We
moved from Safford, Arizona to Mesa, Arizona, after the crash of 1929. Cleone was a car salesman at Pierce Motor
Company. The crash closed down all the
banks and the car business was very slow.
He had an offer in Mesa as a sales manager. We bought a home, but the depression lingered
on and people couldn’t buy cars, so we left Mesa to try the insurance
business. He sold Farmers Insurance for
Ernest Shumway. It was slow and at this
time a second daughter, Colleen was born on February26, 1931. I couldn’t afford to go to a hospital and
Cleone had to find a Dr. that would deliver a baby in an apartment and who
could accept installment payments—five dollars a month. The started coming and I called my blessed
mother. Cleone called frantically for
the Dr., but no one seemed to know where he was. The nurse promised to try and find him. In the meantime, I was having my baby with
Cleone and the lady that lived in the apartment next door. Finally, my Dr. arrived—drunk. That was some experience. I ‘ll will never forget it. Cleone held onto my hand and every time I
felt pain- he did and pushed so hard he pushed out his front teeth. He needed a bridge. Now we were in a predicament without teeth or
money. He was selling Insurance peddling
a bicycle. He peddled from one dentist
to another and finally a week later, found one that would fix teeth for some
insurance.
We
lived in Phoenix for 2 years and Cleone was sent to Tucson, Arizona to pioneer
the Farmers Insurance business there.
Our third baby Karen Sue arrived August 28, 1935. Mother invited me to have my baby at her home
in Thatcher. That meant changing Drs.
And no hospital. But I wanted to go home, so Cleone consented. I was there just one week and it was a rainy
stormy night that I called Cleone and told him not to hurry—I’d be all night. In the meantime, my father was upset because
Cleone wasn’t there. We couldn’t get Dr.
Butler on the phone.
Finally, my Dad went looking for him and found
him at the movies watching “Naughty Marietta”.
Our 3rd daughter was born before her daddy arrived as he had
been held up by flood waters.
Carolyn
Faye was born September 4, 1940 at St. Mary’s Hospital in Tucson, Arizona. A few years later Cleone had a heart attack,
and before he fully recovered my father had a heart attack. He recovered but my Mother took pneumonia and
died May 30, 1952 leaving my father alone.
Six years later my father dies, May 1, 1958.
We
left the Insurance business and Cleone started working as a car salesman at
O’Rieleys Motor Co... We had some good years in this business. Then the
opportunity came to have a little business of our own. Service Station servicing fleets of cars and
trucks, like O’Rieleys trucks, and city trucks etc. With this little business, we bought a home,
put four daughters’ through college, developed their talents. There all four have become accomplished
pianists and organists using their talents for the church, schools, Institutes,
and professionally. They are excellent accompanist and soloists, giving most of
their time and talents as young girls to the church. They were all ward and stake organists,
serving in Sunday School, Church, and Mutual.
One
of our great thrills was when out first daughter Priscilla Ruth was married in
the Mesa Temple to Melvin Virgil Denham on November 26, 1948 after graduating
from Brigham Young University. It was
such a thrill to make all my daughter’s wedding dresses. They were all so beautiful and elegant. They were all married in the Mesa Temple to
wonderful young men, and it was such a glorious spiritual experience, then to
have Priscilla and Melvin worthy to be in the temple, then Collen and Jack T.
Fuller were married. Each experience was
a new thrill for each time we had all our children present. Karen Sue married Francis Paul Bunker, and
then our crowning glory was when our youngest Carolyn Faye was married to Noman
Terryl Rogers. All three sisters and
their good husbands’ were present. This was our riches, our jewels. We realized this day that angels were present
and our Heavenly Father was pleased.
We have never accumulated riches of the earth, although we have
always had sufficient for our needs. Now
in 1973 we are retired and are now in the Recreational Camping Trailer business
and doing very well, working together in a business and enjoying it very much.
It’s nice and it gives us plenty to do.
In May 1971, Cleone and I and Junius and Helen
and Thurber and Lynn went on a trip to Mexico to Colonia Dublan Cleone's
birthplace. Junius died the next July 9, 1971 and 3 years later May 31, 1974
Lorenzo Cleone Payne died. In 1968 while in the service station business, a
young man came by with a camping trailer and Cleone fell in love with the idea
of a folding trailer. It was compact to carry behind a car and yet opened up to
a sleeping room-beds-drawers, kitchen-etc. The fellow asked Cleone if he could
pack it there for several weeks and if Cleone could sell it, he would get the
commission. He did sell it and the next time the fellow came he left 2
trailers. Cleone sold both and was anxious to get more. A Nimrod dealer came by
and Cleone took a couple of Nimrods and sold one to Carol and Terryl. This
little business continued on the side until January of 1970 when Cleone retired
from the service station at 67 years. He was used to being busy as a salesman
all his life. We talked about leasing enough space for a small trailer. We
decided we would like that business. We became dealers for Apache and StarCraft
folding trailers. What we hoped would be a small business, became a thriving
business... almost more than we could handle. Jack Fuller, a lawyer and our
son-in-law took over the legal business of Camping Trailer Inc. and Terryl
Rogers another son-in-law and a CPA took over our taxes and between the two
Daddy and I had no worries (from a legal stand point that is). Cleone and I
were in this together. It cemented our love and respect for each other. We
laughed together, cried together and enjoyed our children and grandchildren as
they dropped in. The little Roger girls were his delight. How he loved to see
Carol drive up with there four little daughters. The minute the car would stop,
the doors sprang open and four little girls leaped out. They were dressed so
cute, always clean, and they would race to the ice box. The fun for the
"Beloved Grampy" began. He had purposely filled the little ice box with
goodies and you should see their eyes sparkle as they opened the ice box and
Grampy would say "Don't eat my grapes" and " you've eaten all my
rolls" etc. How he loved to tease them. They only laughed with glee and
ate more! Carolyn was such a joy to he Daddy. Called him every morning at the
place of business to kid him, find out how he was and just to talk to him. He
loved it- and I use to kid him and say "you even sound a little
disappointed when I call, and you found out it is me." In the wards and stake
he was called upon to bless and comfort many people. Very seldom did a week
pass that he wasn't called to the hospital or a home to administer to the sick.
A High Councilman, Leslie Brewer- who was very ill at a hospital asked for
Cleone to administer to him. When Cleone arrived, he was met by Leslie's wife
Nina. She said, "Leslie has said many times that one of Cleone's spiritual
gifts is healing." Cleone was a High Councilman for 15 years and loved by
many for his ability to laugh and enjoy life. He had a warm and friendly
handshake and comforting words, he would often sing as part of his sermons he
preached. The people loved that for he had a beautiful, rich and full voice. In
January 1974 he was chosen to be the Patriarch of the Tucson North Stake. This
was a "fulfillment" to him. President Kimball stated at Ethylene
Mangum's funeral "The Payne's have had more Patriarchs in their family
than any other family in the church." Cleone loved people--enjoyed being
in their midst. When going to the Temple in Mesa (on Bus) he kept everyone
awake with laughter and song. We'd sing our hearts out as he led mostly church
hymns, but many beautiful old time songs like :Over the Rainbow" ,
"When its Spring Time in the Rockies", "Let Me Call You
Sweetheart" and even Primary songs. I am a Child of God was his favorite.
At parties, high counsel or ward he kept people laughing, joking and we'd all
forget our cares and troubles and have a good time! In the home he was so
"slow" to anger. Things just were never bad enough to make him shout
or lose his temper or raise his voice in anger. Even as he corrected the
children for mistakes they had made and sometimes forgetting to keep their
promises--he would talk softly to them and tears would roll down their cheeks.
They realized their mistakes, and that their Daddy was right. He live
completely the scripture "a soft voice turneth away wrath". He could
disagree without being disagreeable. He honored his priesthood in the home and
the children felt the power of this and respected his Priesthood. They felt
their Father spoke with a special kind of authority. They listened with their
hearts as well as their ears. They loved and respected him dearly and yet he
was full of life and fun. It was a joy for them to be with him at picnics, on
trips, at dances or in the home. He radiated love and happiness. Then Friday
morning (May 31, 1974) Daddy Cleone and I were at the trailer lot early. We
knew it would be a busy day. About 9:00 our precious daughter Carol and
Stephanie came. Then Carol popped the question, "Daddy, when are you going
to call your Dr?" She was so concerned and so was I. Cleone didn't sleep
well and we knew he felt terrible. But he didn't ever complain. His regular Dr.
recommended a specialist and at 10:00 am Cleone left for Drs. office and Carol
and I were to take over. He started out to the car--was almost there when he
turned around and started back, but went on, got in the car and drove off.
Carolyn and I were busy. Cleone didn't come back. Shortly after noon, Carolyn
said, "Mom, I think I'll run out to the hospital and see what happened to
Daddy", I said, "Oh do!--I'll deliver the trailers." A few hours
later, she came back and said he was fine. He talked, laughed, but was
receiving medication. I was grateful when the trailers were delivered and we
could go to the hospital. They were preparing Cleone for surgery. I was
shocked, but they said it was minor, but necessary. I talked to Cleone and he
was concerned for me having to deliver 3 trailers alone, but I told him all
went well. He was happy to see us. That was the last time we saw him alive, he
never came out of the antiseptic. My heart was broken-----it hurts to cry!
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| Christmas 1953 - Grampy Cleone, Grammy Faye, Diana, Teri & Stephen Fuller |
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| Carol, Sue, Grammy Faye, Colleen, Priscilla, Teri and Dianna |
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| 4-Generations: Great-Grampy Payne (Temple President of Mesa Temple, Grampy Cleone, Priscilla and Dianna (Denham) Hadlock. Oldest of each of the new generations. |
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