Engerline (spelled "Ingerline" on birth record, possibly pronounced An-ga-leena) was a 14-year-old in Denmark when she and other family members responded to the sacred message of the missionaries from America and joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. When she was 17, her father had already passed away and his widow and 3 children wanted to emigrate to Utah. Her mother and 2 younger brothers were the first to go. She was left to sell the farm. Without knowing English she agreed to go to Utah and marry someone her mother knew and recommended, in exchange for travel costs. (Could that could be considered a mailorder bride?) The above portrait represents her at 17, getting ready in fine clothes to travel. To me, her expression shows the emotions she may have had when contemplating the travel and marriage commitments she had before her. I wonder how her lovely dress and hat fit in with the culture in Heber City, Utah, where she soon would live? She emigrated by ship and railroad. After a couple of months in America, she married Wm Washington Priestley who was 28 years older than her. This 5'2" young woman helped raise his younger children while proceeding to have 6 of her own. The family moved to Felt in the Teton Valley in eastern Idaho where she spent her childrearing years in a two-room log cabin in beautiful but challenging circumstances. Some people called the area "poverty flats." A granddaughter called the place "a rock pile" and "weed patch" with no equipment. After her 5th child was born, she had a stroke, which caused her to revert back to speaking in Danish. Her oldest son, my grandfather Carl, as a 10-year old, rode horseback selling butter, eggs, and other homemade goods to neighbors and the town grocery store. Her second son, Erasstus, was lost in a snowstorm trying to bring in sheep from the mountain pasture, and after extensive searching was presumed dead. All her life during snowstorms she would hope that he would walk in through the door. Her darling 3-year-old daughter Engerline Sophia (Lena) died from heatstroke when they were traveling in a wagon to buy supplies in St. Anthony. Her husband basically abandoned her and moved to Blackfoot, ID, where presumably the weather and work were more agreeable. His children claim they never knew him. She raised the children alone in a home without running water (it had to be carried to the house in buckets) or maybe even electricity. Today the farms have given way to beautiful homes. At some point, she injured her foot and required a cane to walk. She remained true to her faith, was active in the local church, and did her best to raise her children in the Gospel. It was said that attending church was a 2-mile walk, each way. After the children grew up and she divorced Priestley, she moved back and forth from Felt and Preston, Idaho, to Logan Utah where she enjoyed serving in the Temple. She passed away at the age of 77 in Preston not far from her three sons. I consider Engerline to be a strong and valiant woman who kept her word and her faith. It was said that she had many friends and served in her community and that many would call her"blessed." I believe she is worthy of our respect and honor.
Monday, February 21, 2022
Engerline (spelled "Ingerline" on birth record, possibly pronounced An-ga-leena) was a 14-year-old in Denmark when she and other family members responded to the sacred message of the missionaries from America and joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. When she was 17, her father had already passed away and his widow and 3 children wanted to emigrate to Utah. Her mother and 2 younger brothers were the first to go. She was left to sell the farm. Without knowing English she agreed to go to Utah and marry someone her mother knew and recommended, in exchange for travel costs. (Could that could be considered a mailorder bride?) The above portrait represents her at 17, getting ready in fine clothes to travel. To me, her expression shows the emotions she may have had when contemplating the travel and marriage commitments she had before her. I wonder how her lovely dress and hat fit in with the culture in Heber City, Utah, where she soon would live? She emigrated by ship and railroad. After a couple of months in America, she married Wm Washington Priestley who was 28 years older than her. This 5'2" young woman helped raise his younger children while proceeding to have 6 of her own. The family moved to Felt in the Teton Valley in eastern Idaho where she spent her childrearing years in a two-room log cabin in beautiful but challenging circumstances. Some people called the area "poverty flats." A granddaughter called the place "a rock pile" and "weed patch" with no equipment. After her 5th child was born, she had a stroke, which caused her to revert back to speaking in Danish. Her oldest son, my grandfather Carl, as a 10-year old, rode horseback selling butter, eggs, and other homemade goods to neighbors and the town grocery store. Her second son, Erasstus, was lost in a snowstorm trying to bring in sheep from the mountain pasture, and after extensive searching was presumed dead. All her life during snowstorms she would hope that he would walk in through the door. Her darling 3-year-old daughter Engerline Sophia (Lena) died from heatstroke when they were traveling in a wagon to buy supplies in St. Anthony. Her husband basically abandoned her and moved to Blackfoot, ID, where presumably the weather and work were more agreeable. His children claim they never knew him. She raised the children alone in a home without running water (it had to be carried to the house in buckets) or maybe even electricity. Today the farms have given way to beautiful homes. At some point, she injured her foot and required a cane to walk. She remained true to her faith, was active in the local church, and did her best to raise her children in the Gospel. It was said that attending church was a 2-mile walk, each way. After the children grew up and she divorced Priestley, she moved back and forth from Felt and Preston, Idaho, to Logan Utah where she enjoyed serving in the Temple. She passed away at the age of 77 in Preston not far from her three sons. I consider Engerline to be a strong and valiant woman who kept her word and her faith. It was said that she had many friends and served in her community and that many would call her"blessed." I believe she is worthy of our respect and honor.
Thursday, April 8, 2021
I have been asked if I sell my art work.
Yes, I've sold a lot, but in recent years I have preferred to sell giclee prints of my work. It's cheaper for the customer and it allows me to keep my originals. You can't tell most giclee from an original unless you look at it from the side and see that the texture is smoother than an original painting.
The cost of a giclee is based on size and material printed upon. Most oil paintings would be printed on a canvas. Most watercolors and charcoals would be printed on textured fine art paper.
You can look up giclee on Google and learn more about the process.
The art can be ordered in sizes from approximately 8"x10" up to the size of the original.
Here are some sample approximate prices* for a canvas on-board. On-board works well if you are going to frame it without glass. Not on-board is fine under glass and it cheaper. If you order on-paper it is a little less. (It sounds a little complicated, but we can work it out.)
8x10 = $28.50
11x14 = $47
16x20 = $88
22x28 = $184
* Prices may change as my printing costs change. Tax would be added to instate orders. Postage is extra. If you are interested in a giclee of any of the following pictures, let's talk at DeanneDixon@gmail.com.
Friday, April 17, 2020
Eric & Liz's children
On the left: Grant and his bride Jade. On the right: Claire and her sister Taylor. |
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
Dan & Holly's Kiddos
Friday, February 8, 2019
Into Quilts
"Maurine is into quilting", detail. pen & ink, chalk, and colored pencil. |
"Playing with Arrows and Vintage Patterns" Ink on paper |
Sunday, February 12, 2017
Against the Wind
Chrysanthemums dry in the fall,
Face driving rain
And freeze in a windblown state.
Just like us sometimes.
But with God,
We bloom again!
Friday, February 3, 2017
The Watchman, Zion's National Park
Friday, July 29, 2016
Painting the DC Temple
"For Time and Eternity", watercolor, 19"x13" |
"For Time and Eternity, in Sepia" Sepia was Liz's idea and I think it turned out beautifully in a giclee. |
Living in Potomac, Maryland, gave me the opportunity to have the DC Temple just 15 minutes away (traffic permitting) in Kensington. I painted on location and from photographs I took. The temple is a particularly challenging subject because the shape is hexagonal, rather than rectangular. It also challenges because of the various heights of the spires and the way the light bounces between them to make back glows. I've made over 60 studies of the temple in pencil, watercolor, and oil. Included within my blog are many of my favorite images.
"Serenity at Sunset", watercolor, 19"x13" in the private collection of Mac Christensen, of Salt Lake City, UT. This was painted during a blizzard. |
Spring Dogwoods at the DC Temple
Sometimes a work of art just flows. This is one of those times. I started with a canvas toned red. I dashed in some guiding lines to structure the painting. In contrast to many of my works, painting this felt like a dance. I finished it in four hours--a record for me. I got to a moment of satisfaction and I put the brushes down.
Morning Mist
Chevy Chase Ward, Maryland
The Blizzard of '96
Monday, June 16, 2014
The DC Temple in Springtime (Moorehead)
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Awesome Brennon
Brennon, on 2/2/2011. Three-color chalk on toned charcoal paper. |