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A CENTURY IN THE VALLEY

FOOTPRINTS OF TABIONA & HANNA, UTAH
Centennial Book of Histories. July 2005
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 A CENTURY IN THE VALLEY
       Footprints of Tabiona & Hanna, Utah

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Centennial Committee of Tabiona & Hanna, Utah.
   Carole Fabrizio, Tena Gines, Leah Webb, Bonnie Roberts, Norma Aman, Dorothy Price, Linda Gines, Carol Turnbow Stallings, Joanne Gines.  
Compiled & Edited by Joanne Gines.
 Hard Cover – 8.5 x 11  624 pages, including 1500 photos. 

  ISBN 1-888106-48-0  Library of Congress 2005928061 July 2005
   
Stories, biographies and autobiographies of people of Tabiona & Hanna, Utah, from the very beginning to present ~ to celebrate their Centennial.

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Introduction   Tabby-To-Kwanah   Granddaddy Basin

  DEDICATION

If you could see your Ancestors,         But there’s another question
All standing in a row,                          Which requires a different view...
Would you be proud of them,              If you could meet your ancestors,
Or don’t you really know?                    Would they be proud of you?
 

INTRODUCTION

This history book has been a goal of the centennial committee for a long time. As we celebrate 100 years of living in the Tabby-Hanna Valley, we want to remember the brave, hardworking, and industrious pioneers who came before us.
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We truly stand on the shoulders of giants. We water from canals we did not dig. We reap a harvest from trees we did not plant and fields we did not clear. We have learned to endure hardships and adversity from those early homesteaders who had to overcome so much to make a life here.

Our valley now has paved roads, new homes to go with the old, a new modern school, paramedics, a fire department with a centennial park under construction. Today as in those early days it is filled with people who are good friends and neighbors, who care for and look after each other. A friendly wave is always shared in passing, as well as a chat when time allows.

I want to express my deepest appreciation to everyone who submitted histories and pictures for the book. This will help us leave a legacy to our children and grandchildren. I also want to thank Joanne and her committee for all their hard work and patience in bringing this book to a reality.

John W. Roberts, Chairman, Tabby Valley Centennial Committee

Tabby-To-Kwanah, Man of Peace
Lyndia Carter
History Blazer, April 1996

In the quiet solemnity of the Heber City cemetery stands a simple sandstone marker bearing the initials T. T. A huge pine tree towers over the grave, shadowing the burial place of Tom Tabby, son of Tabby-To-Kwanah, a chief of the Ute Indians who lived at the reservation in the Uinta Basin in 1867. Chief Tabby, as the white settlers called him, wanted his son buried in the way of the Mormons; therefore Tom Tabby’s remains were laid to rest among the graves of the Murdock family rather than on the reservation land.
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It was during the Black Hawk War of the mid-1860s that Tom Tabby died accidentally while hunting. Chief Tabby, whose people had once freely roamed the Provo River Valley in which Heber City is located, carried his dead son in his arms to the town hoping that the boy could be buried there. Joseph Stacy Murdock consented to conduct a Christian burial service. According to a plaque at the cemetery, following the funeral Tabby said, “My son has been buried in the white man’s custom, now he will be honored in the Indian fashion.”

The Indians laid cedar logs on the grave, led the boy’s favorite pony to the logs where it was killed, then ignited the funeral pyre. When the blaze had died to embers, the saddened chief mounted his horse and with his companions rode east to the reservation. Chief Tabby-to-Kwanah, the seeker of peace between the Native Americans and the settlers, had demonstrated his commitment to seek the best of both worlds rather than fight.

When the white settlers first arrived in Utah, Tabby was a young man but already a leader of one of the many bands of Utes in central and eastern Utah. Despite early conflicts in Utah Valley and more serious outbreaks in. . .read more in the book.

Naming of Grandaddy Basin
Written by Myrtle Wilcken

It was in the fall of 1905 that George and Olaf King, a man from Virginia, went prospecting. They were hired by some men who wanted to find ore before the white settlers came in to the Uintah Basin, for it was that year the area was opened for settlement.

  They rode up on top of the ridge north of the small settlement, now known as Hanna, and after nearly ten miles of riding, came to the edge of a high cliff, and there below them was a large lake; and they could see many, many smaller lakes through the pines. George made the remark, "That must be the grandaddy of them all," as he pointed to what appeared to be the largest lake in the basin.

The name stuck. From then on, it was known as Grandaddy Lake, the basin in which it was located, the Grandaddy Basin, or more properly, the Grandaddy Lakes Basin, but more commonly, the Grandaddy’s.

The two fellows found a place where they could descend by leading their horses. They found a trail that had been built part way down, and ended abruptly. Also, they found the remains of an old riding boot. What part this "bit of evidence" played in the early history of this area has not been disclosed. George and his companion supposed Spaniards had been killed here by Indians as they were exploring this new country.

Evidently no one had made it known there were lakes in the region, as no one living in the area had been told about them. George and King had a couple of fly hooks stuck in their hats. Also, they had some fishing line. So, they cut pine boughs for poles and proceeded to fish. Almost as soon as the fly struck the water, they caught fish. Mr. King lost his hook and leader. He hadn’t soaked it enough. George kept on fishing and soon he caught the fish that took Mr. King’s hook and leader. He retrieved the hook, then both men fished. . . read more in the book.

 

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