Historical Sketch

of

Junius & Florence (Pectol) Covington

Born: 8 April 1896............Born: 11 July 1900

Orderville, Kane, Utah.........Grover, Wayne, Utah

INTRODUCTION

In 1978 Hal Covington, Bunny (Covington) Talbot and Jodi (Covington) Keys wrote and compiled a "Historical Sketch" of Junius Gilbert Covington and Florence A. (Pectol) Covington. I am taking the liberty to extract parts from this book, for insertion into Covington''s Happy Valley Web site for all to see, read and enjoy. Credit and our many thanks go to Bunny, Hal and Jodi for all the research and work that went into having these precious jewels recorded for the families of June and Florence Covington.

The extracted portions will not all be published at once, but peace by peace as I am able to transcribe them. I will submit them to Little Joe, our Web Master with copies to all via e-mail.

So, this is just a heads up to let you know that these jewels are going to soon start coming across your e-mails. The subject line will read Historical Sketch June & Florence and then an article, picture or an attachment will accompany the e-mail.

For those who do not have an easy to use e-mail program that is user friendly with regards to graphics and pictures, I''ll give a pitch for Microsoft''s Outlook Express. I am about as dumb as a rock and it works well for me. Again, of course, eventually most of the good stuff will appear on the web at www.covingtonshappyvalley.com where you will not need the e-mail to view the pictures and stories.

Love, Uncle Gene Covington, Youngest of Junius & Florence.

"Historical Sketch" of Junius Gilbert Covington and Florence A. (Pectol) Covington

CONTENTS

I A Poem by Ephraim P. Pectol

II The Founding of Wayne County

III Photographs of Junius & Florence Covington Family Covington

IV Corral by Big Rock

I

A Poem by Ephraim P. Pectol, father, to his daughter Florence (Pectol) Covington dated July 11th 1933 on her birthday:

Florence

Florence, child, how sweet the name

You like an angel seemed,

Our cup of happiness seemed full

The fulfillment of our dreams.

Just thirty-three years ago today,

a mother young and fair

First pressed you to her loving heart.

Our first born babe, our heir.

Long ere we saw your angel face

I listened to your tiny heart,

The thrill, the joy, the longing!

Would not the days depart?

O, how we loved those baby clothes,

The white, the pink, the blue;

Each day we''d look them o''er and o''er

and try to picture you.

Your mother, then a dear sweet girl

With the longing of a mother''s heart;

That she might in this big, big world

Just take a mother''s part

At last we heard your tiny cry,

Our joy it knew no bounds,

Our fears had turned to rapture

Our angel we had found.

O'' Florence what joy you brought to us,

A joy you''ve always been;

For thirty-three years your smiling face

has been devoid of sin.

A mother true yourself has been,

Seven children you''ve born so brave;

For thirty-three years we''ve worshipped you,

Thank God, He, Florence gave.

Dad



Provided by Son: Hal, Daughter: Bunny and Grand-daughter: Jodi

"Historical Sketch of Junius and Florence Covington"

II

The Founding of Wayne County

as told by June Covington



Quote "It seems Brigham Young hired an Indian

a Blind Indian

to lead a group of Mormons to a new settlement.

The Blind Indian accidentally lead them to Wayne County.

He then ran off and left them there.

They couldn't find their way out

and this was the beginning of the settlement

of Wayne County" Unquote



From: A Historical Sketch of June & Florence Covington

By: Son: Hal, Daughter: Bunny, Grand-daughter: Jodi

III

Photos of Junius Gilbert & Florence A. (Pectol) Covington Family





























Corral by Big Rock, Loa, Utah





In the Historical Sketch of June and Florence it is stated that in 1904, on his eighth birthday, June went with his brother John to a sheep shearing corral at the Big Rock near Loa, Wayne, Utah. June was too bashful to eat lunch with the men, so John brought June his lunch away from the group. (an insight as to Dad's make up as a boy). But I wonder about similarities in our lives. I to went to a corral at Big Rock near Loa, Wayne, Utah when I was about his same age. Ted, a teenager then, and other older men were aiding in the branding and castrating of some cattle. I and others my age aided by closing the cattle in by chasing them and in general getting in the way. The fire in which they heated the branding irons also served as a place to cook the testicles of the cattle, then those who wished to prove their manhood could and did then eat. They tried forcing one such delicacy into my mouth but I put up a good fight and it never got beyond my tastebuds. But, I wonder if this is not the same spot where Dad was with his brother back in 1904. Gene Covington