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Born: 29 Jun 1883 Chicago, Ill. 19 Oct 1903, Salt Lake City, Utah Father: Frederick Francis Worsley Mother: Hannah Silvius |
9 Children: Frederick Joseph (Buss) Worsley (1904-1957) Kathryn Worsley Pratt (1906-living) Richard Price Worsley (1909-198?) Anna (JoAnne) Worsley Sanford (1910-1937) Jerome Worsley (1912-1912) Sylvia Rose Worsley Dixon (1913-1979) Russell Worsley (twin, 1916-1916) May Worsley (twin, 1916-1916) Josephine Lu Worsley (1916-1916) |
Frederick Herman Worsley was born on 29 Jun 1883 in Chicago, Ill., where his parents had recently moved from Ontario, Canada. His mother passed away when he was only seventeen years old. She had been born in Oslo, where her family still resided, so Fred and his older brother Joe both got to go to Oslo (or Kristiana?) to visit the family at that time.
Fred, who was called "Bud", began working for a railroad in Texas when he was about fourteen. After a few years he moved into the red brick boarding house owned by Jode and Ann Price on the west side of State Street just south of North Temple in Salt Lake City, Utah. There he fell in love with their daughter Eva after the two discovered that they both liked green onion sandwiches. They were married on 19 Oct 1903 when he was 20 years old.
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Back, L-R: Fred J. (Buster), Kathryn, JoAnne, Eva, Fred Front, L-R: Price, Sylvia |
Fred continued working for the railroad for the rest of his life. At that time he worked for the Denver and Rio Grande Railroad, and he rode his bike to work at the Judge Building. Later he walked to work at the Western Pacific Railroad in the Cliff building across the street from their next residence in the Bransford Apartments (now Eagle Gate Apts.) on Main Street between First and Second South. He had several opportunities for promotions with substantial raises, which would have required him to move to Chicago. His daughter Kathryn remembers that when Eva asked why he always refused the raises, he replied that it was a matter of priorities. He needed to be within walking distance of home so he could come home for lunch every day to be with his family. He also could be with them every morning and evening. He also needed evenings for woodworking and toy making. He knew he wouldn't be able to do any of that in Chicago, where he had grown up.
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It has been said that everyone who knew Fred Worsley loved him. He always had plenty of time for his grandchildren to spend time with him in the workship later in life when they lived and took in boarders at 218 First Ave. in Salt Lake. He instilled a love and reverence for quality books in his children and grandchildren. He died at age 73 shortly after retiring from the railroad.