Random Thoughts...

So I have been graduated from college all of ten days. At times I can't believe how fast the college years went, it doesn't seem real somehow. And yet when I think about the roommates I've had, 42, where I've lived, 7 apartments, 2 houses, how many credits I have, 159 - I guess it all makes sense. I can't help but feel that somehow it was all suppose to be different but since it's not I'm trying to make the best of everything.

In the mean time I'm in Bountiful job hunting for an Administrative Assistant position. All I need is someone willing to take a chance on me and I promise they won't regret it.

It's rather odd being out here in the real world - I wish I had a job, my own apartment and friends close by but all that will come with time. What's odd is that I actually have time to explore my hobbies and interests because I'm not going to classes or working on homework anymore - what a novel idea.

Job wise I'm applying directly with employers in the Salt Lake area, filling out applications online and working through temp agencies. Something will work out, I know it, I just don't know when.

In the mean time I'm going to the temple and it's really peaceful there - I always feel encouraged and reassured while I'm there, like everything is going to be okay.

So my advice, start looking for that new job six months before you think you actually need it because it just might take that long to get it, though I sincerely hope not. Six months ago I was working nights at the nursing home and sleeping all day - I hate night shift, and didn't have time or energy to do anything else. During the semester I was so overwhelmed with classes, homework and such that I didn't get much job searching done either, though I did some. The employers I've already talked to seem to think that people will be hiring again early to mid January - that's encouraging. So we're hoping and praying that something works out soon and in the mean time rediscovering that I have talents and hobbies outside of school.

Inception...

I just had the strangest dream – my eyes were burning so I set my alarm and went to sleep. I was worried that I wouldn’t get back up again because I was really tired but I also could concentrate with my eyes burning and I didn’t want them too, so I set my alarm and pulled up my covers. The last thing I remember thinking was that chances are I’ll be moving to IF next Saturday without a job and without an apartment – either I’ll spend the weekend or so in a motel or hopefully I’ll be able to find something cheap between now and then. Either way, it probably won’t be furnished – which means no furniture and no bed, that’s okay, I can sleep on the floor for a little bit – I am so not prepared to graduate. Not the point, my dream.

In my dream I was in the back of a jeep, it was night and we were driving across rocky terrain. There was a dragon up ahead, we knew it was there even though we couldn’t see it, it was breathing out vapors so we could tell it was up there. Our mission was to get around the dragon and for some odd reason the guy driving decided it would be better to drive straight towards the dragon with our headlights off then go around. It didn’t strike me as a good idea – picture a dark, barren lunar landscape with a dragon breathing fire at you. I could tell that we were pissing the dragon off. And I couldn’t figure out why we hadn’t just driven around the dragon giving it a wide berth. Two things came to mind; one, we were going to die – if we didn’t drive into a pit first, remember the lights were off; the dragon was going to fry us. And two, I’m not letting a guy drive again. And then my alarm went off and I woke up – such an odd dream. Probably why you shouldn’t nap in the middle of the day.

An Interesting Thing Happened Today...

An interesting thing happened while I was at church today, two things actually.

The first, I was paying my tithing – which in and of itself isn’t interesting but what happened was. I’d gotten behind in paying it and was trying to catch up from the summer. Everything from the summer and thus far this semester needed to be tithed – a surprisingly large amount of money. I’d written a check for the first half – which was kind of painful but at the same time not.

It was painful because it was a huge amount of money all at the same time but not because I have a weird relationship with money - I know I need it, I know I don’t have enough of it but when I have it, it’s like “whatever” and it doesn’t mean much to me, there’s a disconnect between us.

Today I paid the second half – I went by the bank the other day to pick up the cash, I didn’t want to pay it in 20’s because while it would have been funny, the executive secretary or whoever counts tithing would’ve hated me. I tripled checked it on the way to my car and the thought “I could do some many other things with this money” briefly crossed my mind followed by “no I can’t” and that was the end of that.

It sat on my shelf for two days and this morning I wrote my tithing slip, put it in, sealed the envelope and handed it to the bishop. I felt so relieved afterwards, like I didn’t have to worry about it anymore – God and I were square again, at least in this regard. But I also realized that I didn’t want to keep the money, it wasn’t mine to keep it was the Lord’s not mine.

The other thing happened in Relief Society/Priesthood – the bishop was teaching because it was the fifth Sunday and he was talking about the evils of pornography and how the Lord can help you overcome these urges through intense prayer and fasting. It wasn’t about that but it reminded me about something that happened a couple of weeks ago.

I’d been having these really weird irrational urges at work and I was getting rather worried. Every morning I top the bagels with cheese and put them in the oven, well a couple minutes later I have to retrieve them. I noticed that when I would reach my hands into the oven to retrieve them the irrational urge to flick my wrists up and touch the hot oven would nearly overpower me – it was getting harder and harder to resist. It would hurt a lot, I would probably scream and it would leave behind a massive burn – bigger and worse than all my other ones from the bakery have been.

I wouldn’t do it because I enjoy pain or like getting hurt, to the contrary, I don’t. The burns are mine to keep regardless, I can’t get rid of them, I don’t like them but I have to live with them for the rest of my life.

I think it’s because I know I shouldn’t and that’s what’s making it so tantalizing. I think this is in relation to how much sleep I’m going on. The last two semesters I have had some pretty odd irrational urges that I thankfully I have kept at bay but it was all I could do to stop myself from doing it.

I was getting a little worried about myself and said another prayer before work asking God to help me keep these irrational urges at bay and to ignore them, I didn’t want my thoughts to become my actions, and I told the bakers. They looked at me a little weirdly but I’ve noticed that since I’ve told them the urge to flick my wrists while they’re in the oven has all but evaporated.

I figured out why a little bit ago – subconsciously I feel like they’re watching me now and making sure I don’t do anything stupid. I’m sure they’re not but that’s how I feel. If I were to do it now, I’d have to be so much sneakier about it. In an odd way, it’s actually been a good thing because it protects me from damaging myself; any damages that do come will truly be an accident.

The point is – if God can help me overcome irrational urges to inflict damage on myself, He can help you, me, us get through anything.

Follow Up; Part 2...

An Interesting Person - our task today was to write about the an interesting person we've met thus far this semester.

Having just completed a profile on someone where I had to find out what their story was, I'd say that the guy I profiled is the most interesting person I've met thus far.

He got his arm pinched off when he was 13 years old. He had numerous surgeries, spent years in physical therapy, had a huge amount of bills to pay and has now regained 80% of the strength in his arm. Along the way he was also interviewed in New York for a talk show and has had multiple news stories written about him. In interviewing him the general vibe I got was more that it was an inconvenience not being able to use both hands than a limitation. Despite everything he's maintained a cheery outlook and sense of humor and feels that the Lord has blessed him in other ways.

His mission to northern Brazil wasn't completely typical either - his first two mission companions were fooling around with the local girls, the people lost their trust in the missionaries because of it, lots of people encouraged him to just go home and at one point his companion's girlfriend's ex-boyfriend punched him. His mission got better after the rough start but it was without a doubt the "hardest two years." He went fishing occasionally in the Amazon but didn't catch any piranha, he walked around in sandals, there wasn't any carpet or cars and the "laid back, lazy life style" of existing just day to day got to him after a while. As he told me he couldn't live there long-term, a visit would be fine but he enjoys the conveniences and comforts of home and he didn't like how the people he met wouldn't do anything to really better them selves intellectually.

In addition to serving in Brazil, he was born and raised in Oregon, visited Florida and New York, sold for Apex in Texas, Utah and Tennessee and is in Idaho for college. Throughout his travels he has reached the conclusion that the “United States freakin’ rocks!” and that everyone would benefit from spending at least a year and half living in a foreign country to appreciate what we truly have been blessed with.

Follow Up; Part 1...

Life Today - our task was to tell our Rexburg profile person about the Rexburg of today.

In talking to Edward about Rexburg, we discovered that despite living 90 years apart life isn't that much different - sure there was the Teton Flood when the Dam burst, WW2 and numerous other wars but the economy is still pretty much shot and the gospel is still true.

I told him about technology today and how much it's changed since he died - the city has flourished, the academy was made into a junior college and then into a four-year university. I told him about all the businesses in town and how big everything is now, he was especially interested in that since he was a business man himself. I told him how just the college itself boasts a population of 12,000 students year-around and how we come from all over the world to study at the Lord's university.

I told him about my degree in communications and how I would be graduating at the end of the year and how because of the rotten economy I was worried about finding a job. He said that sometimes the answer I need is not the one I want and that sometimes I need to think outside the box and go out on a limb and take a chance. But most importantly he said that I needed to trust in the Lord and His plan and not rely solely on myself. He told me a bit about starting up his own business and how hard it was.

I told him about the state of affairs in the world today and how it's pretty scary sometimes, he said not to dwell on it - what will come will come, can't do anything to stop it the only thing I can control is my attitude and how I react to it. Sound advise from a dead person. The final thing we talked about before he had to leave was about the Rexburg Temple and how the gospel has spread across almost the whole world. He said that that was amazing and that great things are in store for the church and the world and as a side note, me too.

Everybody has a Story...

A Glove of a Difference

Mike Adams; A Profile

Mike leaned back in the chair, stretched his six-foot-one frame, ran his hand through his strawberry red hair and put his baseball cap back on before he explained why he wore a glove on his right hand.

* * *

At 13 years old Mike Adams, a native of Crane, Ore., and the youngest of seven, had his happy, funny family life interrupted when he got his arm cut off in the wheel align of an irrigation system on a neighbor’s farm.

The jacket he’d been wearing got caught in the gears and 30 seconds later his arm had been pinched off just above the elbow. Two miles and two crashed four-wheelers later, Mike and his severed arm were at a neighbor’s house where he could get help.

After 13 surgeries, a mountain of medical bills and years of physical therapy, he had a metal plate and a screw in his wrist as well as 80 percent of his movement back.

In the almost quarter century that Mike has been alive he hasn’t been treated any differently by the people he comes in contact with. Shortly after it happened, Mike went to New York to be interviewed by Maury Povich, a reality talk show host, about his arm.

“My arm was reattached. It doesn’t work as well as it used to, but it’s better than nothing,” he said shrugging his shoulders. “I wear a glove now to help me grip and hold things.”

Mike doesn’t see this as a limitation, however. Sure it was a scary experience and at times frustrating, his athletic and career plans drastically changed, but he is a lot more careful around machines now than he used to be. He had to relearn how to write and play sports using his left hand and his plans of being a pilot in the military disappeared. Despite these challenges Mike has remained cheerfully optimistic and happy.

A year or so after it happened, a friend and he went to Florida on Spring Break to visit Mike’s sister. While there they swam with the dolphins and watched as they “smacked fish out of the water.”

In high school, one of the events Mike ran was the open 400 in track and he played basketball and football. It was during this “regulated fight” that he broke his arm when he got hit on top of the screw that was holding his wrist together.

After high school, Mike served for two years in the Northern Brazil mission and learned that, “A highly educated person is hard to convince but once they are convinced they’ll maintain their belief, and that a poorly educated person is easily swayed by the change of opinion or doctrine.”

“Brazilians are pretty straight forward. They’ll ask you about anything and you tell them,” he said, “the kids didn’t, they were superstitious, but the adults did.”

After his mission, he sold alarm systems for Apex in Tennessee, Texas and Utah and saw both the worst and the best of the country and people in the process. Despite this he is firmly of the opinion that “The United States freakin’ rocks” and that everyone would benefit from spending some time abroad and finding out for themselves that “the US is one of the best countries in the world, if not the best.”

In college Mike got involved in soccer, Frisbee, snowboarding and dirt biking. “Being able to do stuff whenever I want and proximity to people is what I’ll miss most when I leave,” he said.

“Probably the most frustrating thing is not being able to use both hands when I wanted to,” he said with a wistful look in his eye. “If I could change one thing I wouldn’t have gotten in the accident.”

But it is because he did get in the accident that his outlook on life changed to being more sympathetic with people and their problems and disabilities.

“At 13 I couldn’t do stuff I normally could anymore. I had to wait and relearn,” he said, “It affected my psychological state more than it affected what I could actually do – if someone thinks you can do something it gives you a lot of faith in yourself, if they don’t think you can you have to fight through a lot more barriers.”

Rexburg Pioneers Story...

Arsenic and God’s Will

- Edward Joseph Jacob

By: Janae Kern

In 1923 an earthquake destroyed a third of Tokyo, the New York Yankees defeated the New York Giants four to two in the World Series¹, President Warren G. Harding, the 28^th President of the United States of America², died unexpectedly while returning from visiting Alaska³ and Edward Joseph Jacobs died five days before his 29^th birthday⁴.

* * *

August 18, 1923 was a Saturday⁵ morning. Edward’s mother, Eleonora Flamm⁶, came into the darkened room and laid down a copy of A Man For the Ages⁷ by the bedside. She removed the damp cloth from his forehead and replaced it with a new one after checking to see if his fever had gotten any better.

“How do you feel⁸?” she asked nervously as she wrung her hands. He’d been sick for two and half years⁹ already, and she was beginning to think that his time was drawing to a close.

“I feel fine¹⁰,” he said weakly.

She smiled briefly in spite of her concern, he was never one to complain or murmur¹¹. “I brought you a new book,” she said, “I heard it’s a bestseller.”

“Thanks,” he said as scenes from his life flashed before him.

* * *

It was 1899 and Edward was once again five years old. He remembered how his father served his first, and only, term as mayor of the village of Rexburg¹². It didn’t mean much to him at the time because he was so young and the experience was overshadowed by his father’s second term in office, this time of the city of Rexburg¹³, six years later.

After ten years of village status Rexburg had modernized enough to be organized into a city in 1903¹⁴. Edward remembered fondly the switch from log homes to homes made out of stone.

In 1905, his father, John Lewis¹⁵, had been elected as the third mayor of Rexburg. It was during this summer Edward, at 11 years old, had been given the exasperating task of helping to fight the cricket infestation. Mayor John Jacobs realized that this was a bigger problem than he originally thought and arranged to hold a fundraiser to deal with the problem.

They raised enough money through playing baseball with St. Anthony, but coming up with a viable idea was a little harder. One such idea that stood out clearly to Edward was E.G. McGriff’s “sure-fire recipe for cricket control.” The recipe included mixing one pound of arsenic, two pounds of sugar and four pounds of bran together with just enough water to dissolve the arsenic and sugar. It was then to be spread over a field much as a sower would sow wheat – it might have worked and Edward was willing to try but his dad said no¹⁶.

* * *

Helena¹⁷ came into the room to the sound of her older brother’s laughter – after spending the last year in bed¹⁸ it was good to hear him sounding more like himself. “What’s so funny?” she asked as she brushed his black hair¹⁹ away from his eyes.

His grey eyes²⁰ twinkled as he said; “I was remembering the crickets and how dad wouldn’t let us put the arsenic on them.”

She chuckled herself at the memory. “It wasn’t actually that bad compared to the others²¹.” Anxious to keep him talking she said; “Do you remember when we got electricity?”

“How could I forget?” he said. “We didn’t have to keep greasy rags and matches²² around anymore.”

“Mom got an electric washing machine so we didn’t have to use scrub boards²³ either,” she said.

“And then we moved to Oregon²⁴,” he said as he looked out the window at the noonday sun.

“It wasn’t all bad,” Helena said, “we did learn to read and write before we came back²⁵.”

“Yeah,” he said absently. “Could you get Mom?”

“Sure,” she said as she squeezed his hand and left the room. He had that far away look in eyes again – the one he always did when he thought about her.

Which, he was in fact doing.

* * *

Edward’s mind drifted back to 1917. His wife was dead²⁶. The “War to End All Wars²⁷” was in its third year, and his dad, John Lewis Jacobs, had been dead for two years²⁸.

For the life of him he could not remember when they got married or how’d they’d met²⁹. Probably through a business trip, his work did take him through Menan³⁰ frequently, especially since he was now the manager of Jacobs Lumber Company³¹. Her name was Leah Esther Stephens, and she died in her 23^rd year³². It was a shame that someone who “showed such promise of a successful future³³” should have their life ended so soon.

“I acknowledge thy hand in all things Lord³⁴, but why take away my wife?” he asked.

A passage of scripture came to mind in silent reply; “The Lord gave and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord³⁵.” Tears trickled down his cheeks, as he was comforted in the knowledge that he had faith in and a testimony of the resurrection of the dead³⁶.

* * *

“You wanted to talk to me,” his mother said as she poked her head into the room.

“I’ve set aside some money, about a thousand dollars, in the bank. I want it to be used for temple work³⁷,” he explained.

“I understand,” she said dabbing at her eyes as she too thought of Leah and the brief time they had together.

* * *

Eleonora Flamm had moved to Idaho with her husband, John Lewis, from Utah³⁸ in the late 1880’s and had opened a store on Main Street with her father, Henry Flamm, selling goods and supplies to the pioneers of the village³⁹. Much of the supplies were sold on credit, which was unheard of in the area⁴⁰. But through the grace of God⁴¹, everything worked out and they were able to move the business from “a small frame building” to a “two-story, forty by one hundred foot rock building⁴²” in 1898.

Often times Henry and John would write off the debts to families that were struggling, to many of the widows and to those whose spouses were serving missions⁴³. It was in this atmosphere of generosity and love that Edward Joseph Jacobs was born on August 23, 1894⁴⁴.

A couple of years before her son’s birth, President Harrison signed the bill admitting Idaho into the Union as the 43^rd state⁴⁵. In May of the same year, Elder Andrew Jensen with Bishop George L. Farrell and Apostle Marriner W. Merrill were sent to “assess the Upper Snake River Valley communities”⁴⁶. What they found was not only encouraging because some considered Idaho to be a barren wasteland, but also reassuring. The harsh climate still prevailed and while it was not for the faint of heart, farming and daily life had improved greatly when the Teton River was successfully irrigated and water could be brought to the communities surrounding the river. Land tripled in value and what once was a desert was now a thriving, pioneer village⁴⁷.

* * *

Edward’s mind wandered to another part of 1917 – standing in line with hundreds of other young men registering for the war as Sergeant Frank personally invited them to join. Sergeant Frank, at 12 years old, was the “authorized mascot” of the First United States Cavalry and had seen action along the Mexican border as part of the United States Army⁴⁸.

Edward left his mother, two sisters and lumber company⁴⁹ behind to serve in France for about a year as part of the 103172 regiment as a Mechanist Corporal Royal Engineers Captain⁵⁰. For his part in the war he received a 15 Star Campaign Medal⁵¹.

After the war, he went back to his lumber company and got involved in commercial, religious and social affairs, even serving as the Boy Scout Leader at one point⁵². He bought and sold some land⁵³ near town as well. He tried to emulate a good Christian character, treated the poor with kindness and made sure that the advice he gave was sound⁵⁴. He was a “Rexburg boy who had made a success in the world⁵⁵”. And on August 18^th1923, five days before his 29^th birthday⁵⁶ he left it a better place.

Works Cited

1900 United States Federal Census - Idaho

1910 United States Federal Census - Oregon

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“1920s Bestsellers.” Caderbooks.com. Web. 7 Oct. 2010. http://www.caderbooks.com/best20.html

“Biographies of the Presidents. ” Infoplease.com. 2007. Web. 7 Oct. 2010. http://www.infoplease.com/ipa/A0760585.html

Clements, Louis J, Harold F. Forbush. Pioneering the Snake River Fork Country. Rexburg, ID: Eastern Idaho Publishing Company, 1972. Print.

Crowder, David L. Rexburg, Idaho: The First Hundred Years 1883-1983. Caldwell, ID: The Caxton Printers, 1983. Print.

Tales of Eastern Idaho. Idaho Falls, ID: Curtis Press, 1981. Print.

“Eastern Idaho Death Records.” Special Collections and Family History. Web. 1 Oct. 2010. http://abish.byui.edu/specialCollections/famhist/Obit/searchDetail.cfm

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Property Deeds. Madison County Records. Edward J. Jacobs, 1920/1921. Deed Records, Book 90:532, 591. 98:95, 578. 112:226.

Rexburg Cemetery Gravestone – picture taken by me 23 September 2010.

Scott, Patricia Lyn. The Hub of Eastern Idaho; A History of Rigby Idaho, 1885-1976. Caldwell, ID: The Caxton Printers, 1976. Print.

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World War 1 Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918

Endnotes[i]

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^{1 Infoplease.com “Information Please: 1923”}

^{2 Infoplease.com “Biographies of the Presidents”}

^{3 Pg. 186 Tales of Eastern Idaho. “President Warren G. Harding Visits Idaho Falls”}

4 ^{Pg. 1 The Rexburg Journal. “Edward Jacobs Goes to Final Rest.”}

^{5 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Standard. “Edward Jacobs Called to Rest.”}

^{6 1900 United States Federal Census - Idaho}

^{7 Caderbooks.com. “1920s Bestsellers” I figured that after spending close to year on his back, he’d want to read something and a 1920 bestseller because of the lag time to ship it from the east coast}

^{8 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Journal. “Edward Jacobs Goes to Final Rest.”}

^{9 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Journal. “Edward Jacobs Goes to Final Rest.”}

^{10 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Journal. “Edward Jacobs Goes to Final Rest.”}

^{11 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Journal. “Edward Jacobs Goes to Final Rest.”}

^{12 Pg. 300 Pioneering the Snake River Fork Country. “Appendix Table 5”}

^{13 Pg. 300 Pioneering the Snake River Fork Country. “Appendix Table 5”}

^{14 Pg. 116 Rexburg, Idaho 1883-1983. “Progressive Rexburg, 1900-1909”}

^{15 1900 United States Federal Census – Idaho, 1910 United States Federal Census – Oregon, FamilySearch: Family Group Record. “Family Group Record”}

^{16 Pg. 120-121 Rexburg, Idaho 1883-1983. “Progressive Rexburg, 1900-1909”}

^{17 1900 United States Federal Census - Idaho, 1910 United States Federal Census – Oregon, 1920 United States Federal Census - Idaho}

^{18 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Standard. “Edward Jacobs Called to Rest.”}

^{19 World War 1 Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918}

^{20 World War 1 Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918}

^{21 Pg. 120-121 Rexburg, Idaho 1883-1983. “Progressive Rexburg, 1900-1909”}

^{22 Pg. 127 Tales of Eastern Idaho. “Electricity Improves Life in Fremont County”}

^{23 Pg. 127 Tales of Eastern Idaho. “Electricity Improves Life in Fremont County”}

^{24 1910 United States Federal Census - Oregon}

^{25 1910 United States Federal Census – Oregon, 1920 United States Federal Census - Idaho}

^{26 FamilySearch: Family Group Record. “Family Group Record”}

^{27 Pg. 15 A Century of Transition, 1890-1990. “World War 1”}

^{28 Rexburg Cemetery Gravestone}

^{29 I couldn’t find any records of his marriage, how they might have met or their life together – however their temple ordinance was completed shortly after they died and they are sealed together}

^{30 FamilySearch: Family Group Record. “Family Group Record”}

^{31 1920 United States Federal Census - Idaho}

^{32 FamilySearch: Family Group Record. “Family Group Record”}

^{33 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Journal. “Edward Jacobs Goes to Final Rest.” It was actually said of him but I figured that the same probably held true for her as well.}

^{34 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Journal. “Edward Jacobs Goes to Final Rest.”}

^{35 The Holy Bible. Job 1:21. It stands to reason that when you think “why me?” this scripture would come to mind}

^{36 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Journal. “Edward Jacobs Goes to Final Rest.”}

^{37 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Journal. “Edward Jacobs Goes to Final Rest.”}

^{38 1900 United States Federal Census - Idaho, 1910 United States Federal Census – Oregon, 1920 United States Federal Census - Idaho}

^{39 Pg. 35 Pioneering the Snake River Fork Country.}

^{40 Pg. 35 Pioneering the Snake River Fork Country.}

^{41 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Journal. “Edward Jacobs Goes to Final Rest.”}

^{42 Pg. 53 Rexburg, Idaho 1883-1983. “Settlement, 1887-1899”}

^{43 Pg. 53 Rexburg, Idaho 1883-1983. “Settlement, 1887-1899”}

^{44 1900 United States Federal Census - Idaho, 1910 United States Federal Census – Oregon, 1920 United States Federal Census – Idaho, Family Search. “Idaho Death Certificates, 1911-1937”}

^{45 Pg. 82 Tales of Eastern Idaho. “Idaho Becomes a State”}

^{46 Pg. 57-58 Rexburg, Idaho 1883-1983. “Settlement, 1887-1899”}

^{47 Pg. 87 Tales of Eastern Idaho. “Fremont County: Irrigated Empire”}

^{48 Pg. 160 Tales of Eastern Idaho. “World War 1 Recruiting in Southeast Idaho”}

^{49 World War 1 Draft Registration Cards, 1917-1918}

^{50 National Archives. “WW1 Campaign Medals”}

^{51 National Archives. “WW1 Campaign Medals”}

^{52 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Standard. “Edward Jacobs Called to Rest.”}

^{53 Property Deeds}

^{54 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Journal. “Edward Jacobs Goes to Final Rest.”}

^{55 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Standard. “Edward Jacobs Called to Rest.”}

^{56 Pg. 1 The Rexburg Journal. “Edward Jacobs Goes to Final Rest.” Pg. 1 The Rexburg Standard. “Edward Jacobs Called to Rest.” Family Search. “Idaho Death Certificates, 1911-1937”}