| Orson Ashael 
			Phelps24 June, 1882 - 24 July, 1953
 Married: Rebecca Hannah Allen
 
				
					
						| Children:  Oma Phelps, md. Wayne Stapp
 Lewis Ashael Phelps,
 md. Muriel Brimhall
 Genevieve Phelps,
 md. James Wallace Wilkins
 Leon Hyrum Phelps,
 md. Francis Knight
 Elizabeth Phelps,
 md. John C. White
 Orson Allen Phelps,
 md. Lorraine Sorenson
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						 Seated:  Orson, 
						Rebecca
 Standing:  Leon, Orson Jr., Elizabeth,
 Genevieve, Oma, Lewis
 |  Orson was the sixth child of 
			his parents, Hyrum Smith Phelps and Mary Elizabeth Bingham, and he 
			was welcomed into their home June 24, 1882 in Mesa, Arizona. His 
			sister Hattie was not two years old when Orson was born, and through 
			their childhood they were very close.
 His first home was a two-room adobe house located on the property 
			where Temple Courts stand on South Hibbert Street. A few years later 
			his father built a larger adobe house with a shingle roof and wooden 
			floors just north of the old one on the corner of Hibbert and First 
			Avenue. In that house he spent his childhood. The lot was a quarter 
			of the block and was planted to fruit trees and a grape vineyard.
 
 The family cows were pastured at the 80-acre farm on East Main 
			Street, and Orson fell heir to the job of herding the cows into town 
			to be milked in the evening and herding them back in the morning. 
			He, Gove, and sometimes Barbara or Hattie helped with the milking.
 He loved to play marbles and became a real 
			winner. He kept winning until he had a tomato can full of marbles, 
			and he thought to take good care of them he would put them in the 
			ground. He found a secret place and buried his can of marbles; 
			however, when he wanted them again, he couldn’t find the place and 
			he never saw his collection again. In his later years he would laugh 
			when he recounted this experience.
 As he grew he attended Mesa schools and took his responsibilities in 
			the church. He served as president of the deacon quorum and was a 
			counselor at one time in the same organization. One Sunday morning 
			when he was sitting behind the sacrament table ready to help 
			administer the Sacrament, Sister Griffin said to her neighbor, 
			“Orson Phelps looks as innocent as the day he was born,” and that 
			was true of him.
 
 He graduated from eighth grade. He was a great hand to make up 
			adjectives to suit his needs. One day when it was raining, he had 
			seen a man in a wagon going out past their place to get wood on the 
			desert. About sundown, he saw the same man coming back with an empty 
			wagon and it disgusted Orson. He said to Hattie, “Look at that 
			inforben fool coming home without any wood.” Another time he was 
			trying to teach a calf to drink from a bucket and the calf stepped 
			on his foot. Orson rebuked he calf saying, “Well, you’ve waltzed on 
			my foot, now why don’t you take a two step!”
 
 By the time he was large enough to help with other ranch chores, he 
			had to haul hay, irrigate both grain and alfalfa, and at harvest he 
			helped with binding and pitching the grain bundles. He learned all 
			the things a farmer has to know. The only pay he got was his 
			support. Once in awhile his father could spare him a dollar for a 
			dance ticket or perhaps a nickel to buy an orange. Dollar were hard 
			to come by in those days.
 
 He was a very sensitive person, tender hearted, generous and 
			helpful. He couldn’t see his father left to run the ranch by himself 
			when the older boys had grown and gone, so Orson remained and helped 
			him, feeling it wrong to leave the work for his aging father to do 
			by himself.
 
 On Sept. 13, 1905, Orson and Rebecca Allen were married in the Salt 
			Lake Tempe, making the trip with Tom Watkins and Julia Allen and 
			Henry Watkins and Caroline Rogers, with Hattie and Jim Miller as 
			chaperones. The three couples were married by Brother John R. 
			Winder. They remained in northern Utah for a month, visiting 
			relatives, then returned to Mesa to make their home. Each of their 
			fathers had given them a cow, and Orson owned a horse and buggy 
			which he had used while courting Rebecca, plus a sow and nine little 
			pigs. To show his appreciation to Orson for his faithful years of 
			service on the ranch, his father helped them in a number of ways to 
			get their home started. He also gave them $200 to finance their trip 
			to Salt Lake.
 
 They soon had a cozy little home composed of a couple of tents built 
			on the northwest corner of Grandpa’s ranch. The rooms, boarded up 
			half way, had lumber floors, and they were joined together with a 
			breezeway. Rebecca’s father had given them some stock in the Coop 
			Store which was sold for $25 with which they purchased a linoleum 
			rug for the kitchen and some other household furnishings. Her folks 
			gave them an old rug and abed. Gove gave them a stove as a wedding 
			present, and they received other gifts at a wedding reception, so 
			they felt well off.
 
 When the winter rains came, it leaked through the top of the tents, 
			but it failed to dampen their spirits. They would open the old 
			umbrella and place it over their heads to turn the drips of rain, 
			and their feet didn’t matter. Their two-tent home meant as much to 
			them as greater ones have to others. After six months they moved 
			their tents to a twenty-acre tract which was located on Home Lane. 
			It was at this place their first baby, Oma, was born Aug. 11, 1906.
 
 Later they built a frame house to replace the tents. Grandpa Phelps 
			helped to build it, for Orson still helped his father during the 
			haying season. Their first son, Lewis. was born in the frame house 
			in 1909. While he was yet a baby, they filed on a homestead south of 
			Chandler where they moved one of the tent rooms. They lived there 
			off and on until they had proved upon it and got the deeds of 
			ownership. In 1911 Genevieve was born in the frame house on Horne 
			lane. Water was not available for the Chandler 160 acres, so they 
			had moved back to Mesa, sold the ten acres and cows and rented what 
			was known as the Solomon ranch on east Broadway. It was there in 
			1914 that Leon was born. Their next move was to rent Aunt Adelaide 
			Allen Peterson’s place on Fourth Avenue [corner of Hobson and 
			Broadway] where they stayed one year. Then taking the cows they had 
			acquired in the past two years, they moved onto the Dudley Lewis 
			ranch two miles further east on Broadway. This they rented with the 
			privilege of buying the sixty acres. It was there they paid cash for 
			their first car, a Chevrolet, and in 1917 Elizabeth was born.
 
 The payments Orson made on the Lewis ranch were misused, and in the 
			summer of 1919 they decided to sell out for what they could get. 
			They were talked into putting their money into a large acreage of 
			cotton ready to pick while the price was one dollar per pound, but 
			the price suddenly dropped and they lost everything. It was during 
			this trial in 1919 that Orson Jr. was born. Tom Watkins made it 
			possible for Orson to buy some property on Baseline Road where they 
			started over again, but the price of produce raised on the ranch 
			failed to match the payments and they were forced to make another 
			change. Elijah Allen helped them to make a trade of the ranch for a 
			ten-acre place on South Mesa Drive. Soon after locating there, Orson 
			began to haul gravel and sand for a living. First he hauled with a 
			team and wagon, then he traded for a dump truck and continued to 
			haul for more than twenty years. It was on Mesa Drive that he build 
			their home that stood well into the 1980s.
 
 For 40 years Orson and Rebecca sang in the choir for he loved to 
			sing and had a good high tenor voice. All of their family were 
			musically talented and music was a big part of their home.
 
 In his later years, Orson filled a mission to the Lamanites in San 
			Tan. He was called to serve a second mission but did not live long 
			enough to do so. He helped the poor and the needy; in fact, he 
			helped the widows so much that the family kidded him about being the 
			widow’s man. When he died July 24, 1953 he was mourned by friends 
			and family.
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