Phillip Crouch Stringham

1883 - 1939  (56 years)

• Name	Phillip Crouch Stringham
  Born	19 Feb 1883	Vernal, Uintah, Utah Territory, United States
  Christened	24 May 1883	Vernal, Uintah, Utah Territory, United States
  Gender	Male
  Died	28 Aug 1939	Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States
  Buried	30 Aug 1939	Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States
  Person ID	I2300	My Family Tree | Collett-Williams
  Last Modified	21 Jul 2015

  
  

  Father	Phillip Stringham,   b. 14 Jul 1856, Salt Lake City, Great Salt Lake, Utah Territory, United States ,   d. 24 Aug 1940, Maeser, Uintah, Utah, United States  (Age 84 years)
  Mother	Caroline Ann Crouch,   b. 7 Feb 1855, London, Middlesex, England, United Kingdom ,   d. 18 Dec 1905, Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States  (Age 50 years)
  Married	12 Feb 1873	Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah Teritory, United States
  Family ID	F768	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

  Family	Ella Jane Wimmer,   b. 2 Mar 1888, Dry Fork, Uintah, Utah Territory, USA ,   d. 1 Apr 1976, Lodi, San Joaquin, California, United States  (Age 88 years)
  Married	29 Jun 1910	Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States
  Last Modified	21 Jul 2015
  Family ID	F846	Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  
  

• Event Map

  Born - 19 Feb 1883 - Vernal, Uintah, Utah Territory, United States Christened - 24 May 1883 - Vernal, Uintah, Utah Territory, United States Married - 29 Jun 1910 - Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States Died - 28 Aug 1939 - Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States Buried - 30 Aug 1939 - Vernal, Uintah, Utah, United States  = Link to Google Earth

  
  

• Documents

  The Death Certificate for Phillip Crouch Stringham Born February 19, 1883 and died August 28, 1939 Phillip died from a fracture of the 5th and 6th cervical vertebrae after having his neck manipulated.

  
  

  Histories » Slide Show		Philip Crouch Stringham Written by his wife Ella Jane Wimmer Stringham An Excerpt: "Philip loved nature in every way. He loved flowers, especially wild flowers. ...One year Phil came in from the sheep camp in Colorado. He reached in his pocket and drew out two very small packages, wrapped carefully in wax paper. He unrolled them with the greatest of care. When the contents came to view it was Indian flowers, he had gathered on the 17th of Feb. He could not have been prouder if it had been a million dollars."
  		A Tribute Philip Stringham and Caroline Ann Crouch Stories, Poems, and Tributes from their Children
  		Some of the Early Experiences of My Parents by Carrie Claire Stringham Hacking Excerpts from Personal History of Carrie. "Many times I have heard father tell of the time that Captain Day and Pardon (Pard) Dodds rode into our dooryard and said, 'Stringham, you'll have to move off. This is government land. Make arrangements to leave in 10 days. We will pay you for your corrals and buildings.' My father calmly let them have their say. He went into the house and took from the cupboard shelf his deed to the land and showed it to the man, who rode away with the decision that Stringham was not to be scared off his land for their own selfish purposes."
  		A Tribute to my Father-in-Law, Philip Stringham by Ella Wimmer Stringham An Excerpt: "Grandfather's family, with others, lived in Ashley Valley during the winter of 1879, known as the "Hard Winter." The weather was so severe, it killed the livestock. They had no horses to use. They had their new farmland, which had to have water before they could grow crops. Grandfather (Philip Stringham), Robert Bodily and one other took their shovels and dug a canal that furnished the first irrigating stream of water. Each day they ate lunch of slap jacks made out of musty corn or wheat and dipped it in the cold water."
  		Appreciation of a Wonderful Father by Susan Stringham Shaffer An Excerpt: "I will never forget the way he used to sing to wake us up in the mornings. As he made the fire in the old cookstove, "Oh, What a Beautiful Morning," "Catch the Sunshine," and other Sunday School songs. The girls or mother would have the breakfast ready when all the chores were done. We would all be around the big table."
  		"Don't Be Frightened" A story that William, the son of Philip, tells about his father being licked on his face while sleeping out under the stars.