tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22177071431682305072024-03-27T11:55:44.070-07:00Pioneer of the Month- - - Mt. Pleasant, UtahKathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.comBlogger182125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-69057428331872484072024-03-01T00:30:00.001-07:002024-03-27T11:54:43.038-07:00 NIELS JOHANSEN, ANE ANDERSON JOHANSEN, ANDERSINE (SENA) ANDERSON JOHANSEN ~~~ PIONEERS OF THE MONTH ~~~ MARCH 2024<p> </p><p></p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJusKwz58iV8quLlw6ooK0uaU9t0qPxtlXHdhC4pG8K4DtlCW7A7eypS8VUHeimUtmvhAgR0no6NC4VL8wxvHOH3cl23PY7kxPmA7-FjQUlanIXBKek66WlQclgwi0TbnPOUUcCasLCT-eMf7rXGCRnWe-9LFCloH5KLg2W4s9MzGBgIX6RH0tBA91Qbw" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="296" height="986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiJusKwz58iV8quLlw6ooK0uaU9t0qPxtlXHdhC4pG8K4DtlCW7A7eypS8VUHeimUtmvhAgR0no6NC4VL8wxvHOH3cl23PY7kxPmA7-FjQUlanIXBKek66WlQclgwi0TbnPOUUcCasLCT-eMf7rXGCRnWe-9LFCloH5KLg2W4s9MzGBgIX6RH0tBA91Qbw=w658-h986" width="658" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Niels, Annie, and Andrew </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4AxHf4v66PulCfgt7NOO0GPXTxt5qqlLKLlXcp1uOB50kIgG7pLUwfDXYDQxSLr7963ct2pplU4gfExJQJ9e3geDVVtv49OxLo6S8NlfL610x952oqPTdD4KQk07pUPkVRbn-WdwS4qNX39GTae4XGO77KJf-ouJrVaWDL8KUCUWiu1oriVnjLr4j3F4" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="245" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4AxHf4v66PulCfgt7NOO0GPXTxt5qqlLKLlXcp1uOB50kIgG7pLUwfDXYDQxSLr7963ct2pplU4gfExJQJ9e3geDVVtv49OxLo6S8NlfL610x952oqPTdD4KQk07pUPkVRbn-WdwS4qNX39GTae4XGO77KJf-ouJrVaWDL8KUCUWiu1oriVnjLr4j3F4=w491-h640" width="491" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andersina Andersen Johansen</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 14px; margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px;"><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">The gospel was first preached in Denmark the summer of 1850. The organization of the first branch of the church there occurred on September 15, 1850. Niels heard the gospel message from two Mormon missionaries who came to his home. When he was nineteen, he joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, on February 9, 1853. He became an active member.
He met a young lady named Ane Andersen who had accepted baptism into the church on November 6, 1851. Ane was born March 16, 1839, in Rojle Mose, Vejlby, Odense, Denmark. Her father was Anders Larsen, born April 9, 1806, at Strib, Vejlby, Odense, Denmark. He was the son of Maren Pedersen and Lars Svendsen. Ane’s mother was Ane Cathrine Hansen, born December 2, 1801, at Aulby, Vejlby, Odense, Denmark. She was the daughter of Anne Hansen and Hans Madsen. Ane was the fourth child, with two older brothers, Lars and Hans, an older sister, Maren, and a younger sister, Andersine.
Many did not listen to the missionaries and would not receive their message. Oftentimes they would ridicule and persecute those who did. Ane Andersen was the first member of her family to join the church and was turned away from her home because of her affiliation.
She was twelve years old. She went to live with an uncle named Peder. At school, she was looked down upon and punished by having to hold a book in the air for a certain length of time. If her hand dropped, she received a good hit with a ruler.
In telling her children about this later Ane would say, “I had seen an angel and he had made known unto me that the church was true, and I would not deny it.” A year after Ane joined, her older sister, Maren, joined the church, and then her eldest brother, Lars Strib, was baptized into the church the day before Niels was baptized.
(Written by Louise B. Johansen, Effonia J. Burns, Beth J. Brasher, and Gayle H. Bailey)</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">#######################################</p></div></story-viewer></artifact-viewers><praise-bar class="story-view" style="box-sizing: border-box; color: #333331; display: inline-block; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; margin-top: 20px; padding: 0px 50px; width: 799.994px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXffrifluLnq5N_a4VHWC0HRaPtlWROykSMZzzDHubE0nW8f78RkZTowLHtpQQxzNxQI9DR-TnVy8HWfXJQ4yAAsbUanwyPYz934X1xaTOubT10mMH63J0OYh-gknO3M3PPIArGmpnwb1nOL1qrpYfWnCO8f0mygAGwZzfbVNuNnhM8QKVMbgTLBH8WPc/s587/Andersina.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="587" data-original-width="449" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXffrifluLnq5N_a4VHWC0HRaPtlWROykSMZzzDHubE0nW8f78RkZTowLHtpQQxzNxQI9DR-TnVy8HWfXJQ4yAAsbUanwyPYz934X1xaTOubT10mMH63J0OYh-gknO3M3PPIArGmpnwb1nOL1qrpYfWnCO8f0mygAGwZzfbVNuNnhM8QKVMbgTLBH8WPc/s320/Andersina.jpg" width="245" /></a></div><br /><div class="praise-bar-wrapper" style="align-items: center; border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); box-sizing: border-box; display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; font-size: 14px; justify-content: center; padding: 10px; width: 700.006px;">ANDERSINE ANDERSEN JOHANSEN</div><div class="praise-bar-wrapper" style="align-items: center; border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); box-sizing: border-box; display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: center; padding: 10px; width: 700.006px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Andersine Andersen, or Sena as she was always called, was born August 2, 1842 in Rojle Mose,
Vejlby, Odense, Denmark. Her mother was Ane Cathrine Hansen, who was born December 2,
1801 in Aulby, Vejlby, Odense, Denmark. Ane Cathrine’s parents were Hans Madsen and Anne
Hansen. Sena’s father was Anders Larsen, who was born April 9, 1806 in Strib, Vejlby, Odense,
Denmark. Ander’s parents were Lars Svendsen and Maren Pedersen.
Sena joined the Mormon Church on October 20, 1858 and came to Utah in 1862 to join her sister
Ane and be taken as the second wife to her husband, Niels Johansen. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">They were all sealed in the
Endowment House in Salt Lake City on November 12, 1864. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;">Sena had nine children:</span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: left;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"> Nielsena (Sena) born in December </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;">21, 1865, </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;">Ester Fredricka born April 30,
1868,</span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;">Kimball born September 24, 1870, </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;">Elizabeth (Eliza) born May 15, 1873,</span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"> Moroni born June
19, 1876, </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;">Lucinda born May 4, 1879, </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;">Wilford born June 4, 1882, </span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;">Marie born April 4, 1885, and</span><span style="font-size: medium; text-align: center;"> Anna Cathrine (Katie) was born June 16, 1888. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Sena lost one child who contracted diphtheria and
another child who fell down a cellar and was killed. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Another heartbreaking experience was when
Sena’s daughter, Ester Fredricka, gave birth to a baby, Fredrick Mathiasen, on January 26, 1891
and died from complications of childbirth. This was on February 5, 1891, just the day after her
husband, Jacob Mathiasen, was killed in a farming accident. The baby lived just ten months and
died on October 26, 1891.
Sena was treasurer of the Relief Society for many years. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">In those days there was no welfare or
social security. When visiting teachers went on their monthly rounds the members donated eggs,
fruit, beans, or anything they had, and this in turn was distributed to the poor. As one can guess,
these good ladies didn’t collect very much. Few people had anything to spare. But Sena’s
grandchildren recall being at her home many times when a needy person would come for some
food and they were never turned away empty-handed. Most of what they were given was from
the limited food supply of their own personal stock. This, however, was not common knowledge.</span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"> The Johansens were always charitable people, nothing could equal the goodness of their hearts.
Just before Christmas the family assembled at their house and the food preparation went on for
days. Beef, pork, and lambs were killed and dressed, and finker, head cheese, rolly pulse, cakes,
and puddings were prepared. When it was all ready and assembled into packages, Wilford would
hitch the horses to the bob sleigh and away they all went, singing and delivering goodies to the
needy. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">The true spirit of Christmas was taught in the Johansen home, and the children enjoyed
the spirit of sharing what they had with others. What family fun they had! </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">They were temple workers for many years, working year in and year out. The “Temple Hack” as
it was called, stopped on scheduled days to pick them up. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Niels died August 16, 1921 in Mt.
Pleasant, Utah. He was eighty eight years old. </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">After Niels died Sena spent most of her time at
either Marie’s or Eliza’s home. She became ill while at Eliza’s home and was taken to Delta,
Utah. She died six days later at Marie’s home on October 11, 1921. She was seventy nine years
old. Niels and his two wives are buried in the Mt. Pleasant City Cemetery. </span></div><div class="praise-bar-wrapper" style="align-items: center; border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); box-sizing: border-box; display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: center; padding: 10px; width: 700.006px;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>TRIBUTE TO ANDERSINE JOHANSEN</b>
By the Mt. Pleasant, Utah Relief Society </span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">We have met today my dear sisters to do honor to our beloved Sister Johansen, our retiring
officer, after the terrible siege of sickness she has been of late called to pass through. The Lord
has surely heard her prayers and our prayers as well as the prayers of the Priesthood in her behalf
and has been pleased to restore her to health so much that she is able to meet with us again. Sister
Johansen is one of the few remaining that has come here from a distant land for the Gospel. She
has been tested and tried and proven herself worthy to be thus honored. Only for her failing
health is she now being released of the office of treasurer of the South Ward Relief Society which
has been held by her since April 16, 1904. Prior to that she was a teacher in the district and was
later appointed head teacher in which position she worked zealously. She is still favored of the
Lord to remain with us longer.
In reading the poem it brought to my mind many scenes of early days, as we have lived neighbors
for many years. Yes, since my childhood I have seen her and many of the hardships she has had
to pass through. She has lived in a small home with a large family and endured all the
inconveniences of pioneer life. She has struggled day by day, working at home and in the fields,
and has taken care of the products raised for the benefit of her family. She has spent time
weaving, cording, spinning, knitting, and other industries which were engaged in at that time.
Never did we hear any complaining or trouble, everything seemed to be peaceful and quiet, with
perfect harmony prevailing in her home. She has many times been called to pass through very
trying scenes, burying loved ones, being nearly burned out of her home, and many other
adversities. She is the mother of nine children, four of whom have gone to the Great Beyond to
await her coming. The five remaining are an honor to her name. She and her husband have
strived to live honorable and upright lives and have instilled in the hearts of their children the
Gospel and its principles. They have set an example worthy of emulation. She has not only cared
for her own but has been a mother to the motherless and has watched over and supplied the
necessities of life to many of the aged in distress.
She has been an ardent worker in her calling in the Relief Society and has taken on the
responsibility to help others who were growing aged in the work they were unable to perform.
Cheese making was one of the industries of this organization. The milk was gathered from those
who could spare it and was carried to her home. She was the one who made the cheese and gave
it to those in need. This was of great value to many in those days.
Sena had a large family and not much room but she was patient and long-suffering with her
circumstances. Many today might take a lesson from those like her who have labored and toiled
under such trying circumstances and have been willing to take up the good work and faithfully
perform it. While we do not want to recall the past too vividly, we must remember the many
blessings of the Lord which have been bestowed upon us and be grateful to Him and try to do
honor to the works of righteousness in love and charity to those less fortunate than we. We must
remember we are living in a time when we little know what awaits us, and we must ever be ready
to do what may be required of us by those in authority over us.
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Sister Johansen’s life has been a strenuous one for many years. She has answered the beckoned
call of children, grandchildren, nieces, and nephews. “Aunt Sena,” as she has been known among
her friends, has given willingly heart and hand to aid and give comfort to those who are sick. She
has administered that love and sympathy so much needed in times of death and sorrow.
In her family, among her friends, and in public, she has ever proved true and faithful in this cause
and the Sisters have much appreciated her good works. We would have liked to acknowledge our
appreciation before now, would she have accepted it. We are now sorry to have to accept Sister
Johansen’s resignation, but for her sake and her family’s we willingly do. We feel to thank her
for her long and untiring efforts in this cause.
While we regret to give you up as a worker, we rejoice to have you still with us and hope the Lord
will bless you with health and sufficient strength to enable you to continue in your own family
and be a strength and stay to them. We realize you need to care for your aged husband who is
still with you.
May you live long and enjoy the blessings you have rightfully earned, and the blessings of
Heaven, which are ever in store for you because of your faithfulness. May this occasion be
remembered by you as an appreciation, and may this rocking chair we present to you, for your
comfort in your declining years, be accepted as a token of the love and esteem we hold for your
good and faithful duties these many years. May we enjoy your presence at our meetings and your
good words of counsel and advice for many years. May you be given health and strength
sufficient to enjoy to live and see many of the eventful things transpiring in this wonderful age of
the world, as you have witnessed much in the past. </span></div></praise-bar><p></p><p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixUOt78SGsntIVKuY7hLN_H_uocwVXBqVmiKi1_b8e_8CjEz6FAkmjcIMt5JyE6W8qtYVBKbS-Ts5XSXbo3eUVTHKwlLaJcRCAbzHz4W99zdlkMxJ_Uf4scHFDbhSRS_baAwpyK3Bp6Q/s1287/Johansen+Home_1_edited.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1287" data-original-width="882" height="1233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjixUOt78SGsntIVKuY7hLN_H_uocwVXBqVmiKi1_b8e_8CjEz6FAkmjcIMt5JyE6W8qtYVBKbS-Ts5XSXbo3eUVTHKwlLaJcRCAbzHz4W99zdlkMxJ_Uf4scHFDbhSRS_baAwpyK3Bp6Q/w844-h1233/Johansen+Home_1_edited.jpg" width="844" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-91495112838104865612024-02-01T12:46:00.001-07:002024-03-27T11:48:06.421-07:00John Carlos Wilcox and Eliza Violet Westwood Wilcox ~~~ Pioneers of the Month ~~~ February 2024<p> </p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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Looking Backward Through the files and the Ties</p></div><p></p></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">~~~~~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULeJQo9_fQz7Bkyc4dPG1SY5zYIM5YaM1Q-3dpgB50YCPlHouBvYpafy63NZ-qsdIKQNlrfCTQgNQE-D7gh9z6r8ttbwoQMT18qgsj-uWP2Su7b-0Tsa9FhIGOsM0626Lj42C18x07045_p6dU1wRmj5p9Mes5qyatfgDJgQTkKBV8d-y1613-vO1yUQ/s2750/violet%20westwood.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2750" data-original-width="1892" height="477" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgULeJQo9_fQz7Bkyc4dPG1SY5zYIM5YaM1Q-3dpgB50YCPlHouBvYpafy63NZ-qsdIKQNlrfCTQgNQE-D7gh9z6r8ttbwoQMT18qgsj-uWP2Su7b-0Tsa9FhIGOsM0626Lj42C18x07045_p6dU1wRmj5p9Mes5qyatfgDJgQTkKBV8d-y1613-vO1yUQ/w328-h477/violet%20westwood.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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September 1982</span></text-preview><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-10854920126887579482024-01-01T06:00:00.004-07:002024-01-01T06:00:00.137-07:00John Carlos Wilcox and Eliza Violet Westwood Wilcox ~~~ Pioneers of the Month ~~~ January 2024<p> </p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEVTvd6L4UFisHHyiXegG5q7jvHNi9-_mlETYJoui94wS0Be95RD9SxxONNX66G8uZ13-JYZd_KFWeEmVVBqTesuDtGJsiEpgeVYEFIH-9Q3zt1ZuMPGjf_XmC4hY00G8L-uDkB5OvZx00GpYH5s5BU19A9LC2XN-wm067oIHtM8FRCrpZ1yn4Qer8HhM/s1894/John%20and%20Violet_edited.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1894" data-original-width="1346" height="842" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEVTvd6L4UFisHHyiXegG5q7jvHNi9-_mlETYJoui94wS0Be95RD9SxxONNX66G8uZ13-JYZd_KFWeEmVVBqTesuDtGJsiEpgeVYEFIH-9Q3zt1ZuMPGjf_XmC4hY00G8L-uDkB5OvZx00GpYH5s5BU19A9LC2XN-wm067oIHtM8FRCrpZ1yn4Qer8HhM/w597-h842/John%20and%20Violet_edited.jpg" width="597" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Back Row: John Carlos Jr., John Carlos Sr., Eliza Violet Westwood Wilcox, </td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Front Row: Henry Webley Wilcox, baby Mabel, Two girls: Grace Wilcox, Eva Wilcox </div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="902" data-original-width="1595" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhPdL6iQAjMFp6SVXbrtu0gfxG6U3Dc5F8MwZNsRRJF6K4wPKwKrdwWah59Z4jVgPzQm1ZNiK9sUBaAKTjwJGs7f7f0dQoleHnjlcBWz1uSHYjb6CVZoCP0Tkzlyd-ZYhFeFdACxzkDTNo3atdqcy84qPDIY3gWyDpwon3SHcZJrbfwgyVKif1H-98pBEE" width="320" /></a></div><br /></span></span></div><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>The wicked Captain of Ship “John J. Boyd.”</p><p></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBFWIouwkqB7F5aKW7RW-PBZIP2Hqug9-ICda9GQppKdU4l2_qAZ8DYNmlSgeFAD4r4NST-_43y9GA-dZqPYxD0ai67FXZP5-v3Y-ip8ryWHu9TUm1TFoQ78ZVVrv5va_5kb8Dotv9NSNbNc9nr8C9SqPDxTs8c7OA4DYooGSbyMrfDRLnvTKnjpuxNFI" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="258" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBFWIouwkqB7F5aKW7RW-PBZIP2Hqug9-ICda9GQppKdU4l2_qAZ8DYNmlSgeFAD4r4NST-_43y9GA-dZqPYxD0ai67FXZP5-v3Y-ip8ryWHu9TUm1TFoQ78ZVVrv5va_5kb8Dotv9NSNbNc9nr8C9SqPDxTs8c7OA4DYooGSbyMrfDRLnvTKnjpuxNFI=w323-h400" width="323" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John J. Boyd</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><b>The following account was written by </b></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe; font-family: inherit;"><b>Thos Austin</b></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>My father and Myself arrived at Liverpool on December the 9. Stayed and visited with my sister and husband until the 12th and in the evening we went on the old ship John J. Boyd bound for New York. After we had got all our baggage on board we found the ship would not sail until the next day so I said to my father and Mother that I would go back and stay all night with my sisters, as we left my sister Tamar to stay with my sister Zilpha, to help her to get ready to leave in July.</p><p><br /></p><p>In the afternoon I left them to go down to the ship again and when I got there, low and behold, to my great surprise the ship was in readiness to start out. The men was just taking away the last plank. There was all my folks standing on deck watching anxiously for me and shouting to the top of their voices "for the Lord's sake bring my girl on the ship and don't leave her behind."</p><p><br /></p><p>There was just the one plank to walk on from the deck to the ship and father and Mother was so afraid I would fall off into the water. The sailors said "Miss, do you think you can walk this plank?"</p><p><br /></p><p>I told them I thought I could but they thought I may get dizzy and fall off into the water so they was very kind. One man went on the plank before me and took my right hand the second man came and took my left hand. They said if I slipped they would save me from going in the water. I thanked them and got on the plank. With the assistance of those two brave sailors I got safe on the ship and felt very thankful to be with my father and Mother, brothers and sister again.</p><p><br /></p><p>My dear good father says "God help you my dear girl. We was all afraid you would be left behind. We watched for your coming so anxiously and when the man began to take away the planks your Mother began to fret and said oh what will we do. Patience has not come and the vessel is ready to start out to sea and we will have to leave her behind ."</p><p><br /></p><p>There was great anxiety with them all when they see me walking on just one plank with two sailors holding my hands and there was great rejoicing when I was safe on the vessel with them all.</p><p><br /></p><p>We moored out a little way that evening. Never will forget the first night on the ship. There was five hundred Danish Saints, three German and two Italians and one French family. Two Scotch families and 5 English families. Charles Savage had charge of the German and French Saints as he could talk their language and Elder Canute Peterson was president over the whole company. He was a very kind and fatherly man. So good and kind to all.</p><p><br /></p><p>We passed a terrible night. Not much sleep for anyone that first night and we was ordered to go below. We could not get a berth the first night so we had to lie down on the floor as best we could. I began to think we would smother to death before morning, for there was not a breath of air. I made my bed on a large box. I had a big loaf of bread in a sack, this I used for my pillow. To make sure of having bread for breakfast this was not a very nice thing to do, to sleep on my bread, but it was very little sleep I had but I rested my body for I had had a long walk before I got on the ship. I was very tired at twelve o'clock.</p><p><br /></p><p>The guard came around to see us all with his lantern. I told him I was very glad to see him came with the light for we had been in darkness up to that time. He said, "How is it miss, you are not asleep?" I asked him if he thought I could sleep in a place like this. I asked him if we would have no better accommodations than this all the way to New York. He said, "Don't feel bad. Tomorrow we will be able to give you a berth up above and I will try and give you a place where you can get more fresh air. Then you will feel better."</p><p><br /></p><p>The guard said he was sorry for us but it would be better for us all in a few days. Old Brother and Sister Hailey, quite an old couple, made their bed down on the floor. They had a beautiful feather bed and pillows all in white covers to keep clean. All at once there came pouring down in their faces and all over their nice clean bed some dirty water. The old lady jumped up crying out to the guard, "Lord have mercy on us. I am going to be poisoned. Oh, dear me, what can we do in this dirty place. Have we got to stay down in this dirty place all through the voyage? We will all die before we get there and be buried in the sea." Poor old lady, I felt sorry for her and her poor old husband. The guard listened very attentively to her complaints and tried to console her by promising her that they should have a better place the next day.</p><p><br /></p><p>We was all glad when morning came so we could go on deck and breathe a little fresh air for we nearly all smothered. Not any of us felt like eating breakfast. Our family consisted of father & mother, myself and three sisters, two brothers and my brother, John & wife and two children.</p><p><br /></p><p>I will never forget that night of experience. I am glad to say we left that place in the morning and went on the deck above and we had a very good place. Our berths was about in the centre of the deck just beneath the skylights and they was opened to give fresh air. My brother John had traveled on the sea many times. He, it was, that perceived us to get in this part of the ship.</p><p><br /></p><p>Going on deck we were glad to meet President Franklin D. Richards. My brother-in-law and my sister, Zilpah, his wife, they had came in a small boat to bring us some nice things for Christmas. As they said, we would have to eat our Christmas dinner on board the ship and they had brought us some raisins and currents and suet already chopped and everything to make our Christmas pudding and a sack of own made bread. Some cheese, butter and many other good things.</p><p><br /></p><p>As soon as President Richards had settled all his business with the captain of the vessel and Brother Peterson and Savage and gave all instructions necessary and all good counsel and blessings to us all. They bid us goodbye to us all and commended to the care and protection of our Heavenly Father, praying that we may have a prosperous and safe voyage across the mighty deep.</p><p><br /></p><p>Then my dear sister and husband bid us farewell and got into the boat. We all felt somewhat downhearted in parting with each other. But we did not part thinking we would never see each other again as my sister and husband and child, that dear little Flora, that was her name, and my sister Tamar, all expected to leave Liverpool about July to come to America and join us again, which they did and we met on the Iowa camping ground.</p><p><br /></p><p>Now, I will return again to the old ship and relate some things that happened on that old ship. We had a terrible severe voyage. Much sickness and many deaths, numbering sixty two in all. We were on the sea nearly eleven weeks. After we had been out at sea two weeks we had a bad storm. The hatchways was all locked and we could not go on deck for anything. The skylights were opened and the sea washed over the deck and tons of water came down through the skylights. As it happened we was all in our berths unable to get out. We were all seasick. The whole family, with the exception of my father and brother John, and they was kept busy waiting on us. We was all sick for five weeks, after the storm was over which lasted for nearly a week.</p><p><br /></p><p>The Captain told the Mate to come down and tell us that all that were able to come up for a time, so my brother and father helped us girls to go on deck. They said we were all sick and it would do us good to have a little fresh air. We was all so weak that we were not able to go without help.</p><p><br /></p><p>After we were on deck, the Captain said if we would be good girls and keep very quiet and keep out of the way of the sailors we could stay on deck and see the men turn the vessel that he had sighted a ship in distress, and they was going to their assistance. This was something that none of us girls had ever witnessed before and we thought we would like to see. The captain of our ship was a very rough, cross man, (The Shipmaster was Captain Thomas Austin) but this was one kind act that he did and this was once that he spoke kindly to us but he was a bad man to his sailors.</p><p><br /></p><p>When everything was ready he gave orders for the lifeboats to be lowered and the ship Mate got into the boat and went to the vessel in distress. He found the vessel was all broken to pieces and several of the men had been washed overboard. The ship was loaded with flour bound for Liverpool. The mate fetched in his boat the first time four poor sick men. Poor things, they looked so poor and worn out. Two men had two ribs broken and could not do anything. They went into the hospital and the doctor attended to them.</p><p><br /></p><p>The other two poor men said to the Captain, "Sir, we feel to thank you. God bless you for coming to help us." The brute of a captain said to them, "G.D-----you go to work. That is all I want of you. Get up that rigging. I don't want to hear no more of your talk." I thought, "Oh, what an unkind man that he was to make these poor men go to work at once without giving them anything to eat."</p><p><br /></p><p>The boat returned again with more men. They, too, had to go to work. The third time the captain of the vessel came with the last of his men. This captain had his jaw broken, the poor man. He was a very, very different man to the captain of our vessel. So kind to his men. He had lost his only son sixteen years old, the first time he has ever been from home. He said his boy begged so hard of his mother to let him come with me and now this has happened. " I have lost my boy, my only child. How can I go home to my wife without our poor boy." Poor man. It was very grievous to see and hear his grief. This was a very distressing scene.</p><p><br /></p><p>At the same time it was a blessing to us that the captain of our ship had not men enough to mark our vessel. He had often to call on some of the brethren for help and it was said that if these men had not come to our assistance that we would never have gotten to New York. At one time, the Captain said if we did not stop our D---- preaching and praying we would never land in New York. I told the mate that was the only thing that saved his vessel for he was such a wicked drinking man and neglected his duty it was a wonder that he was suffered to live.</p><p><br /></p><p>One night I was lying in my berth and I saw some spark of fire come down. I watched and they came down again. I called to mother and told her there was fire coming down. We got up but we did not see anymore. The guard came around us, as usual. Then we found the captain was drunk and had kicked over his stove in his cabin. The men, smelling fire, went in and put out the fire. It had already burnt the floor and if the men had not gone into his cabin the stove would soon fell through upon someone below.</p><p><br /></p><p>In the morning the carpenters came to repair the burnt floor. In this I acknowledge the protecting care of God, our Heavenly [Father], was over his children. Now we was on the mighty deep in the hands of a drunken captain who had command of the ship. If it had not been for some of the men he would have been burnt to death in his own cabin and probably the ship would have been burnt and with all on board. In our escape from such a death, I acknowledge the hand of God in preserving our lives.</p><p><br /></p><p>All through such a long and hard journey crossing the sea in taking these other men on board proved to us another blessing. These was more help to make the vessel and we had a more pleasant journey after they came to us. But through these men coming on the ship, we became short of fresh water and we was only allowed one pint of fresh water per day and that was for drinking. We had to wash in salt water and cook our potatoes in salt water. I said, "Well, one good thing, we will not have to use any salt to our potatoes and we are all willing to share our fresh water with those poor men that lost everything and have come to help us." I felt to bless those poor men.</p><p><br /></p><p>We had a great deal of sickness on the vessel. Sixty-two deaths in all. It seemed a severe trial to have to bury our loved ones in the sea. My brother buried his little girl, Zilpha. It did, indeed, seem very hard to roll her in a blanket and lay her in the big waves and see the little dear go floating away out of sight.</p><p><br /></p><p>There was one Danish brother and sister. Their two sons, all the children they had, both died and were buried in the sea. The eldest was eleven years old and the younger nine, I think. This was a very severe trial for this poor brother and sister. They were faithful, good Latter-day Saints. They was wealthy people and had then the means of several poor families coming to Utah, but the loss of their two only children seemed almost more than</p><p>they could endure. I never saw them after we got to New York.</p><p><br /></p><p>We had a very hard voyage crossing the sea but we had a very nice company of Saints. Good and kind was the Danish brothers and sisters and we enjoyed ourselves together although we could not talk their language, neither could they talk the English language, but we could make each other understand. They would make up a dance and as many of the Danish brethren had instruments with them and could play many good dance tunes and the young men would come and invite us English sisters to their dance and we would go and enjoy ourselves for hours together and Brother Peterson, our president, would always attend the dances. He was a very kind, fatherly man and very watchful over his flock and ever ready and willing to give kind and good advice to those under his care, but the journey was so long and tedious that we all began to get tired and worn out. It really seemed, sometimes, that we would never see land again.</p><p><br /></p><p>One night when we had a bad storm we could not sleep as we had to hold on to the berth to keep from being thrown out. We were all in the dark. My poor mother was fretting and thought we would all be lost and drown in the sea. My father had fixed some curtains in front of our berth to make it more comfortable and private for we girls. Just when the ship was tossing and rolling the worst, I opened my eyes. We were all in darkness, but in a moment the curtains opened and a beautiful lovely figure stood there. Oh such a lovely countenance I had never seen before in all my life and the light was so bright around him that I could see the color of his eyes and hair.</p><p><br /></p><p>He had brown eyes and lovely brown hair and he spoke the words to me as I looked at him. He said, "Fear not. You shall be taken there all safe." Then he left and the curtains were again closed and I called to my dear father and mother in the next berth. I told them what I had seen and for them not to think that we would never get to land again for I believe that I had seen the Savior and that he told me not to fear and that we should all be taken there safe. My father and mother believed in what I said and they all felt encouraged and felt to rely on this promise that our ship would take us all through safe to New York.</p><p><br /></p><p>I forgot to mention that poor old Brother William Hailey went on deck to the cook house and the wind blew his stove pipe hat overboard and when he came and told his poor old wife that he had lost his hat, she scolded him and said, "Now you can go the rest of the way without a hat for I will not let you have your new hat or you will lose that." So she tied a red handkerchief around his head.</p><p><br /></p><p>The poor old man felt very bad about losing his hat. He said it cost him 12 schillings and 6 pence. I asked him how long he had worn it, and he said twelve years. I said, "Well, if I were you, Brother, I would not grieve about that old hat for I think it has done you good service. I think that has been a very cheap hat." Oh me, how angry he was with me. He seemed to think that I had no sympathy for him in his troubles and when we arrived at Castle Garden, his wife found an old half stove pipe hat and she gave it to the poor old man. He said it was too small for him but as she was the boss, she put it on his head and said, "You will have to wear that or none." I will never forget how the poor old man looked with that old hat just stuck on the top of his head. I felt sorry to see the poor old man go out in the street looking such a way. They had plenty of money but his wife said she would not go and buy him another hat and she was the captain. Her word was law.</p><p><br /></p><p>Not very long after this one morning my brother John came to our berth and said, "Come girls. Get up and go on deck and see land!" We did not believe him at first. We told him that he only wanted to make us get up as he had been up to the galley and cooked breakfast for us and we told him that we could not eat or drink anything as we were feeling sick. "Oh," he said, "come on deck and you will feel better when you see land." So after some persuading we dressed and went on deck and to our great joy we surely could see land. I will never forget the joyful feeling and how thankful I felt to think that we had spent our last night on the old ship.</p><p><br /></p><p>John J. Boyd was the name of the poor old ship. This was the last voyage she went. I ran downstairs to tell father and mother that surely land was in site and tonight we would land in New York. This was joyful news to them for we was all tired of our long sea voyage. Although we had made some very good friends with many of our Danish brothers and sisters, and Brother Charles Savage, he was such good cheerful company. He would sing to us so many of his good old songs to try to pass the time as cheerfully as we could for he was getting tired of the long and tedious journey. At last we landed all safe in Castle Garden, New York in February, 1856 about nine o'clock in the evening.</p><p>The ship John J. Boyd sailed from Liverpool, England, with 508 Saints (437 Scandinavians, 41 British and 41 Italians), under the direction of Knud Peterson. It arrived at New York, Feb. 15, 1856. A part of the company remained in Iowa and Illinois for some time, while a portion continued to Utah the same season via St. Louis and Florence [Nebraska]."</p><p>Patience Loader Rozs</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>John J Boyd</p><p>DISTRICT OF NEW-YORK - PORT OF NEW-YORK</p><p>I, Thomas Austin Master of the John J Boyd do solemnly, sincerely and truly swear that the following List or Manifest, subscribed by me, and now delivered by me to the Collector of Customs of the Collection District of New York, is a full and perfect list of all the Passengers taken on board of the said John J Boyyd at Liverpool, from which port the said John J Boyd has now arrived, and that on said List is truly designated the age, sex, occupation of each of said passengers, the part of the vessel occupied by each during the passage, the country to which each belongs, and also the country of which it is intended by each to become and inhabitant; and that said list or Manifest truly sets forth the numbers of said passengers who have died on said voyage, and the names and ages of those who died. So help me God.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>Sworn to this 18 Feby 1856</p><p>List or Manifest OF ALL THE PASSENGERS taken on board the John J Boyd whereof Thos Austin is Master, from Liverpool burthen 1311 tons.</p><p><br /></p><p>John J. Boyd</p><p>Ship: 1311 tons: 195' x 38' x 28'</p><p>Built: 1855 by S. G. Bogart at New York City, New York</p><p>Nearly two thousand Latter-day Saints were transported to America in three voyages by the full-bodied ship John J. Boyd of New York. Her first voyage began at Liverpool on 12 December 1855, just a few months after she was launched. On board were between 508 and 512 Mormon emigrants from Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Iceland, Italy, England,</p><p>he ship John J. Boyd sailed from Liverpool, England, with 508 Saints (437 Scandinavians, 41 British and 41 Italians), under the direction of Knud Peterson. It arrived at New York, Feb. 15, 1856. A part of the company remained in Iowa and Illinois for some time, while a portion continued to Utah the same season via St. Louis and Florence [Nebraska]."</p><p> <span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #2b00fe; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">Transcript for Nielsen, History of Jens Christian Nielsen:</span></p><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: start;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="letter-spacing: -0.1px; text-align: start;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsjxntpFjgrxP5tyC-LIeZCFIO2-4_J72ZHSopj-9QwdSe-OqNo8dx-lBixwzYY_rxZq3JpMJR51PIcn95qK6IQ6QDpMA3flIYMpBPhoAKOF4L5ymZsmGzm3Jhvt49Tp7mNkHva6dwSmsttrHLynRyt0yakcNqC_g4mUL-DrvjmJlv2groV4C9rBmlsMk" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="902" data-original-width="1595" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgsjxntpFjgrxP5tyC-LIeZCFIO2-4_J72ZHSopj-9QwdSe-OqNo8dx-lBixwzYY_rxZq3JpMJR51PIcn95qK6IQ6QDpMA3flIYMpBPhoAKOF4L5ymZsmGzm3Jhvt49Tp7mNkHva6dwSmsttrHLynRyt0yakcNqC_g4mUL-DrvjmJlv2groV4C9rBmlsMk=w400-h226" width="400" /></a></div><br />
June 15, 1856 Sunday the most of us went to the Emigrants camping ground of the Danish Saints. There was dance to 10 o'clock p.m. and then we went back to Omaha (Florence a new place) and I began to hunt for a place for myself, Maria, and her sister Else. Did not find any for myself but Brother Morten Lund would like to take Else.
June 16, 1856 I hunted work but did not find any.
June 17—I got work in digging a shelter, together with A. Fredericksen, and to June 21 made $9.00 and I got work again by the 25th made $8.00.
June 25, 1856 Came Brother N.L. Christensen from camp and said I could get to drive a team and that way work my way through, and by paying Bro. Samuel Lee $30.00 he would take Maria, and Bro. Lund would take Else with for nothing. So I made haste in getting ready as the emigration was to start the next morning. Now $30.00 was very near all my money and I needed some boots and clothing. What could I do? Bro. Christensen said to me if you do not take a girl with you it will be hard for you to get one when you come up to Utah, but there was no time for me to hunt a girl and go into engagement, so I concluded to try my luck. This Maria was very anxious to get up and I paid the $30.00 for her without any engagement whatever, nor a word on my money.
June 26, 1856 Got a wagon, got my things packed off and left Omaha for Florence camp ground and I got a place to drive English Brother F. Pollens' team and paying the $30.00 for Maria to Lee's English family.
Now we commenced our journey across the great desert or plains and we got along all right. I had no trouble in driving my team as I had drove Oxen before. When we came to the first river, which was very deep, could not be crossed with teams. The wagons were took over on a ferry boat and the oxen and cows to be swimmed over, and there was not too many men that liked to swim that water. I was generally handy to do all I could for the saints. I did swim that river three times after cattle, with my clothes on. That went all right, but after we got everything across I was ordered to stand guard in the night and given no opportunity to get dry clothes on. That was more than I could stand and the chills took hold of me and I suffered greatly for 400 miles in doing my work. It was hard and some thought I would die, but I did get over it. When I came to Salt Lake I was well.
Now I am not keeping any journal but will say that we had our trials, especially in crossing rivers and in the buffalo country many times our oxen stampeded. The man that I drove for was run over and picked up for dead, but came to but laid up in the wagon most of the balance of the road. At another stampede a man was run over and died on the spot. Another time a hind axle was broke and no wheel-wright in camp, so it fell on me to make an axle out of a green cottonwood and I made it and Brother Lee had blacksmith tools so we got it all fixed up, but that was a hard day for it happened on a sand hill and was blowing almost a hurricane. We had many stampedes but those were of the worst. Well, the oxen began to give out, got tender footed and had to be shod, and some dying and the saints had to unload their things on the plains, and I saw some emptying out the feathers from their featherbeds.
Then we had to dig wells for water for our stock and sometimes it was not good when we found it. I do not know how many oxen did die, but some teams lost half. Our team I drove did not lose any, but Tollins wagon was an old light wagon with two good yoke oxen.
When we came to Sweetwater there was snow on the ground and cold, and Green River was quite cold for women to wade across, and grass got a little sscarce for our teams, but I did not hear much grumbling. Many old ladies walking nearly all the way from Florence.
Knute Petersen was the Captain of this company, but left the English, or one-half of the company, at Laramie, on account of grass not being enough for so large a company. He took the Danish and went on. We, that is all about crossing the plains. The reader may guess the balance. I will however say that the Saints had much patience and would dance and sing around those camp fires and bake the bread by the buffalo chips, praying, singing the songs of Zion.
September 22, 1856 We arrived in Salt Lake City and I left Brother Pollen, the same staying in Brother Reiser's home that night.</span></div><span style="color: #4f4f4c;"><br /></span><p style="color: #4f4f4c;"></p><p style="color: #4f4f4c;"><br /></p><p style="color: #4f4f4c;"><br style="color: black; font-size: medium; letter-spacing: normal; white-space-collapse: collapse;" /></p><span style="color: #4f4f4c;"> </span></span><div><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHG4tcIHpD8Tv0o6ivF5XMpqhOb9K9NzzVrLCKVStfc-w4CITYyGz-D6ZG_ZeBSYLK89KqvmqvsbaJNnyvRAOZgA3e9AeO5SC2lD6xACJv_G-aWS7bPX-JthpPuVK7l7IOSTD8lzEoQB7YSkjFqwdriR4Hb3Uz8Xp6Z5ehz8QURCEJ8C5tTe5ubIMU2Rw" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"></a>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><p><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Affidavit Concerning Service in Indian Wars Within The State of Utah and the Service</span></b></p><p><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Relating Thereto.</span></b></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGieZLdJBch-dHGTfJZFGdl6jJDsoltMHmAsOaYR4bBsUD_FAE0GX0hfbYppFtzSfvZqKRyHUo5tVt6sRLktmPD0-6xLhainqf-dHHxj2dJ5byXy-BNEvol-1grIBrnLZ53ItTJgCyOzESHcXi2PvFV_g9K-NB08ui8KPfvbNXfU0F7gezt8Gsm35WQ6w" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1250" data-original-width="750" height="1073" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGieZLdJBch-dHGTfJZFGdl6jJDsoltMHmAsOaYR4bBsUD_FAE0GX0hfbYppFtzSfvZqKRyHUo5tVt6sRLktmPD0-6xLhainqf-dHHxj2dJ5byXy-BNEvol-1grIBrnLZ53ItTJgCyOzESHcXi2PvFV_g9K-NB08ui8KPfvbNXfU0F7gezt8Gsm35WQ6w=w644-h1073" width="644" /></a></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Birthe Marie Jensen Aagard Nielsen</span></p><p>(Taken from printed family history book “Aagard and Jensen History” printed around 1994)</p><p><br /></p><p>Birthe Marie Aagard was born on 28 June 1841 in Farre, Sporup, Skanderborg, Denmark to Maren Andersen and Jens Pedersen Aagaard.</p><p><br /></p><p>Her father was a wealthy landowner so she grew up in a home that would have the comforts of that time and place.</p><p><br /></p><p>Birthe and her brother Anders (Andrew) along with their parents left Denmark 2 May 1860 and traveled by steamer to England. On May 7th they boarded the “William Tapscott” and sailed to America. Birthe was eighteen when her family made the long voyage across the Atlantic Ocean. They arrived in New York on June 15th, but all of the passengers were under quarantine for smallpox. This delayed their landing for five days. On the 20th of June, Birthe and her family set foot in America.</p><p><br /></p><p>New York was just a landing place, and Chicago was the next stop. The train then took them to Iowa City, and the next stop was Florence, Nebraska, where preparations were being made for the last and hardest part of the journey. After weeks of preparation the Aagard family joined with the Stoddard Company of twenty-two handcarts and six wagons. The Aagards were fortunate to have had one of those wagons.</p><p><br /></p><p>The family settled in Moroni. Some time later, Birthe met a young man by the name of Peter Nielsen. They married and settled in Mt. Pleasant. There were so many Nielsens in Mt. Pleasant, and because he had been a tanner by trade in the old country, he was called “Pete Tanner.”</p><p><br /></p><p>Olean Allred said, “My grandmother’s sister Birthe was not in very good health, and each time she had her babies, she had to be in bed before. Here she was expecting a baby, and had four little boys, and they called Uncle Pete on a mission. Birthe’s husband said, ‘No, I can’t leave to go on a mission now. I have to stay until my wife has her baby. If I leave she will lose the child, and maybe lose her own life. I’ll pay for a man to go on a mission. I’ll send him money and provide for him, but I can’t leave her.’ Because he refused to go, he was disfellowshipped. He walked to Spring City to talk to Orson Hyde, but was not given an audience. Spring City was a little town just a few miles south of Mt. Pleasant.</p><p><br /></p><p>“My grandmother (Birthe’s sister, Ellen Kjerstene) felt so bad about it. After all her father had sacrificed for the Church, then have his daughter raise five boys out of the Church right there in Zion. Pete was a strong-willed man and he wouldn’t ‘give’.” He could have probably later been accepted back in the Church as he was not excommunicated. He figured it was the same thing, and wouldn’t let any of his children go to church. When he died, none of his family, even grandchildren, were in the Church.”</p><p><br /></p><p>Birthe and Peter Nielsen had five sons:</p><p>Niels Peter Nielsen</p><p>Jens Peter Nielsen</p><p>Carl Christian Nielson</p><p>Andrew Marenus Nielsen</p><p>Albert Nielsen</p><p><br /></p><p>As the years passed, some of Birthe Marie and Peter Nielsen’s grandchildren could see the truthfulness of the Gospel and joined the Church and became active.</p><p><br /></p><p>Birthe Marie Aagard Nielsen died in 1916. Her husband Peter died in 1911.</p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;">(Taken from printed family history book Aagard and Jensen History printed around 1994)</span></p><p><br /></p><p>Birthe Marie Aagard was born on 28 June 1841 in Farre, Sporup, Skanderborg, Denmark to Maren Andersen and Jens Pedersen Aagaard.</p><p><br /></p><p>Her father was a wealthy landowner so she grew up in a home that would have the comforts of that time and place.</p><p><br /></p><p>Birthe and her brother Anders (Andrew) along with their parents left Denmark 2 May 1860 and traveled by steamer to England. On May 7th they boarded the “William Tapscott†and sailed to America. Birthe was eighteen when her family made the long voyage across the Atlantic Ocean. They arrived in New York on June 15th, but all of the passengers were under quarantine for smallpox. This delayed their landing for five days. On the 20th of June, Birthe and her family set foot in America.</p><p><br /></p><p>New York was just a landing place, and Chicago was the next stop. The train then took them to Iowa City, and the next stop was Florence, Nebraska, where preparations were being made for the last and hardest part of the journey. After weeks of preparation the Aagard family joined with the Stoddard Company of twenty-two handcarts and six wagons. The Aagards were fortunate to have had one of those wagons.</p><p><br /></p><p>The family settled in Moroni. Some time later, Birthe met a young man by the name of Peter Nielsen. They married and settled in Mt. Pleasant. There were so many Nielsens in Mt. Pleasant, and because he had been a tanner by trade in the old country, he was called “Pete Tanner.â€</p><p><br /></p><p>Olean Allred said, “My grandmother’s sister Birthe was not in very good health, and each time she had her babies, she had to be in bed before. Here she was expecting a baby, and had four little boys, and they called Uncle Pete on a mission. Birthe’s husband said, ‘No, I can’t leave to go on a mission now. I have to stay until my wife has her baby. If I leave she will lose the child, and maybe lose her own life. I’ll pay for a man to go on a mission. I’ll send him money and provide for him, but I can’t leave her.’ Because he refused to go, he was disfellowshipped. He walked to Spring City to talk to Orson Hyde, but was not given an audience. Spring City was a little town just a few miles south of Mt. Pleasant.</p><p><br /></p><p>“My grandmother (Birthe’s sister, Ellen Kjerstene) felt so bad about it. After all her father had sacrificed for the Church, then have his daughter raise five boys out of the Church right there in Zion. Pete was a strong-willed man and he wouldn’t ‘give’.†He could have probably later been accepted back in the Church as he was not excommunicated. He figured it was the same thing, and wouldn’t let any of his children go to church. When he died, none of his family, even grandchildren, were in the Church.â€</p><p><br /></p><p>Birthe and Peter Nielsen had five sons:</p><p>Niels Peter Nielsen</p><p>Jens Peter Nielsen</p><p>Carl Christian Nielson</p><p>Andrew Marenus Nielsen</p><p>Albert Nielsen</p><p><br /></p><p>As the years passed, some of Birthe Marie and Peter Nielsen’s grandchildren could see the truthfulness of the Gospel and joined the Church and became active.</p><p><br /></p><p></p><p>Birthe Marie Aagard Nielsen died in 1916. Her husband Peter died in 1911.</p></div>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-76983079991913271212023-11-01T11:48:00.000-07:002024-02-12T12:52:30.879-07:00FERDINAND CLARK and Hannah Christensen Cark ~~~Pioneers of the Month ~~~ November 2023<p> </p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlhP1NiWINggBQUmiT578K1r368ZqX5IHwTyrEILYZ2FMjpMKZeuN9O-XGTBm_9k2X5m5m6xqypU78L4A3gzUJO43bdJikcblCJSQphB9EQUNp1VemPo4DWtT-vj7_2dGBwf-CfiuYqD3FhzOz4jCj-Hww1LC_UKa2G8wzjqC3yBFCc31i-Z0VqBM_mE/s2782/Clark%20Family.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2156" data-original-width="2782" height="629" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlhP1NiWINggBQUmiT578K1r368ZqX5IHwTyrEILYZ2FMjpMKZeuN9O-XGTBm_9k2X5m5m6xqypU78L4A3gzUJO43bdJikcblCJSQphB9EQUNp1VemPo4DWtT-vj7_2dGBwf-CfiuYqD3FhzOz4jCj-Hww1LC_UKa2G8wzjqC3yBFCc31i-Z0VqBM_mE/w811-h629/Clark%20Family.jpg" width="811" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="story-container" style="color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px;"><div class="story-title-container"><add-title view-only=""><div class="add-title-wrapper"><h1 class="view-title" data-test="ArtifactTitle" style="color: #76a117; font-family: var(--fs-font-face-heading, Verdana, Ayuthaya, 'HanaMinBFont', sans-serif); font-size: 2.143rem; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: 0.06rem; line-height: 2.5rem; margin: 0px;">Biography of Ferdinand Clark</h1></div></add-title><div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: flex-end; margin-top: 5px;"><div class="report-abuse-button-wrapper"><br /></div></div></div></div><div class="story-img-wrapper img-total-zero" style="background: rgb(236, 235, 234); color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 55px; max-height: 300px; overflow: hidden; text-align: center;"></div><div class="story-container" style="color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px;"><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">Ferdinand Klerke (Clark) was born 23 January 1859 in Aarhus, Denmark to Otto Carl Klerke (Clark) and Abigail Larsen. He had 2 brothers and 1 sister, Otto, Waldemar & Marie.
In 1859, at 14 years old, Ferdinand and his mother came to America along with other converts to the Mormon church. When they arrived in America they changed the spelling of their name to Clark instead of the Danish spelling of Klerke. Ferdinand and his mother Abigail settled in Brigham City, Utah then moved to Mt. Pleasant, Utah in 1879, where Ferdinand worked to support them. Because of his skill in painting there was a strong demand for his services. He earned enough money to not only support his mother, but saved enough for his brother Waldemar to come later.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">
Ferdinand was sociable among both young and old. He was loved by everyone because of his kindness, consideration and respect to all. He had a splendid, clear strong voice and everyone enjoyed hearing him sing. One night at a MIA meeting (Young Men / Young Women’s activity) he met Hannah Christensen. Her black shiny hair and sparkling blue eyes caught his attention immediately. After a short courtship they were married 1 October 1879 by William Seely at her mothers home in Mt. Pleasant. On 27 May 1880 they were sealed in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City. She was a sweet young bride of 17 and he was 21 and a man of stability.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">
Theirs was a very happy union and they were blessed with six boys and six girls making a total of 12 children. All were born in their home without the help of a doctor. Three of their children died as small children, but the rest lived and became very helpful to them and successful in life.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">
Their first home was a one-room adobe house and their furniture was all homemade. Hannah’s father gave them a cow and 12 chickens for a wedding gift, and with a garden and fruit trees they lived comfortably.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">
Ferdinand had learned the trade of painting as a young boy. He was an excellent interior painter. He knew how to mix paint colors so that they would harmonize with the wallpaper and furnishings. Because he was so careful and neat and knew just how to mix the right colors he was in demand in all the surrounding towns as well. His wage was $2.00 for 9 hours of work.
He started as a clerk in the Consolidated Furniture Store in Mt. Pleasant and finally became the manager. In 1892 he and his brother-in-law, Chris Johansen started a furniture store called Clark-Johansen and Company. In 1895 the name was changed to Clark Furniture & Hardware, and his brother-in-law, Chris, opened up a harness store next door. Ferdinand was now the manager, clerk, and bookkeeper of his own business. This made it possible to give his children experience in working with him. He carried a good stock of about $3,000 and was successful in selling wall paper, carpet, paints, glass, oils and toys, as well as a beautiful selection of the latest furniture.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">
Ferdinand was called to serve a mission to the Northern States and served in Minnesota in 1883 leaving his wife and children to managed things at home. In those days the missionaries went without purse or script and they had to rely on the people for food and lodging. Many times night would come with no place to stay. Hungry and weary, Ferdinand’s companion would say; “Brother Clark, this is the last home! Sing and I’m sure they will let us stay and give us some food!” Ferdinand would stand on the doorstep and sing in his beautiful, clear voice and the people would be so impressed they would ask them in for the night and give them something to eat. Ferdinand’s health began to fail while on his mission, so he came home after one year.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">
The children helped in the store doing whatever they were old enough to do. Although he was not strong, he worked at his trade. In a spirit of cooperation, he was lenient in extending credit to his customers. He found fulfillment in helping people realize their dreams of comfortable and charming homes.
His originality was evident in the yearly calendars he presented to his customers. They have beautifully painted plates featuring the months and days of the year. His varied selection of hardware, furnishings, and toys resulted in an excellent shopping center year ‘round.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">
Often, as customers approached the front door, the sound of his beautiful singing voice enticed them to enter and browse. His warm manner and friendly welcome endeared him to all of his customers. He seemed to be a natural at public relations. The furniture he sold was the best quality and style of the day. In fact the store served as a gathering place for friends and neighbors who eagerly entered to see his latest merchandise.
Ferdinand built his wife and children a beautiful new home as soon as he could afford it and kept it painted neatly inside and out. The artistic wooden fence on the corner lot of 4th South and 2nd West was painted to match the house. Many social gatherings were held in the parlor and everyone was always welcome.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVx8Sk22w9piFNF7l4Uw2Mhm1qJxHGOmegt3Dys-BuFVS3fzz4vfdfDqhkwwhOQdVfYII_dCJE4bkPHoFKFxUyC0AbGHeCYfw7r84nxf3tXN08B6_k4pGbDAqvDYFMwYdYoS7pkZpJgGYHXES0nvSboijHp1kp37-sh_gpaeEHitvOfSTBvppx7zuwZ08/s3274/Rocked.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3274" data-original-width="2968" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVx8Sk22w9piFNF7l4Uw2Mhm1qJxHGOmegt3Dys-BuFVS3fzz4vfdfDqhkwwhOQdVfYII_dCJE4bkPHoFKFxUyC0AbGHeCYfw7r84nxf3tXN08B6_k4pGbDAqvDYFMwYdYoS7pkZpJgGYHXES0nvSboijHp1kp37-sh_gpaeEHitvOfSTBvppx7zuwZ08/w290-h320/Rocked.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><br />
<br /><p></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">Ferdinand loved to sing and was always willing to share this talent. He never missed a choir practice. He was invited to sing for almost every occasion in Mt. Pleasant and surrounding towns. His daughter Rosina played the piano for him and since she had a beautiful soprano voice they would often sing duets. They always travel by horse and buggy to the different towns. Sometimes it would be storming, but they would go anyway. His children loved to hear him sing “Rocked in the Cradle of the Deep”. He didn’t like to dance, but loved to go to the theater and always had reserved seats and was the first one there for the performances.
Ferdinand love the gospel of Jesus Christ and he practiced what he preached. He helped the poor and the widows and was good to everyone he met. Besides taking good care of his family and business, he held many church responsibilities and also served in the community as well. He was the cities Justice of the Peace, a City Councilman, a Superintendent of the Sunday School, President of the Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Association (Young Men’s President), President of the 66th Quorum of '70s and President of the ward choir.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">
His love for children was evident in the training of his own little ones. As soon as they were old enough, they were put to work in the store. The older boys would help with delivering and installing furniture as well as the general upkeep. The older girls waited on customers and helped with the bookkeeping, and even the little ones were put to work dusting and sweeping the floors. Ferdinand loved taking his little children for long walks and sometimes on the train to Salt Lake City when he went shopping for merchandise. He would always have a treat for them when he came home. In a letter to his son Otto in 1908 Ferdinand wrote: “Mom is not very strong, but our new little baby, Reed, is just fine and only cries when he is hungry. We are indeed lucky to have him. Sina is a big help and little Ruth is my baby now and content to sleep with me. Christy is hard for me to lift now she is getting so big. It’s hard for me to find help in the store.”
Ferdinand was only 51 years old when he died on 17 April 1910 of heart failure leaving his wife with a 2 year old baby and several other children at home to raise.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">
His wife said of him: “It was very hard to lose him when there was still so much to do, but he was well prepared to meet his Savior.”
Mads Anderson gave him a Patriarchal blessing shortly before he died and promised him that his family would remember his good counsel because he had been an example to them of prayer and had taught them in truth and righteousness all their lives.
His dear wife and children carried on as best they could. The family was able to manage by selling the store and collecting debts owed by customers.
All of his children inherited his musical ability and became successful in their labors from the teachings and example he has set for them.
Ferdinand died in Mt. Pleasant, Utah and is buried in the Mt. Pleasant Cemetery
The Clark Furniture Store
Posted 24 Apr 2011 by floraclark1980
The Clark Furniture Store
The Clark furniture store located at 87 South State Street in Mt. Pleasant, Utah ended it’s years of useful service when it was torn down in 1977 to make a parking lot for the Terrell Seely grocery store. It had been used for many different purposes since its first owner died in 1910. It opened its doors in 1892 as the Clark- Johansen Company. Later to become the Clark Furniture Store.
The store was a two-story frame building with a window on each side of the front door and two windows on the top story facing the East. Printed in large letters above the upstairs windows were the words: glass, paint, oils, wallpaper, carpets, toys, etc.
The toys Mr Clark selected to carry for children delighted them and his great selection of hardware made for very convenient shopping.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">
The furniture and household items he sold were of the best quality and style of the day. Tall wooden bookcases with a slanted desktop and a drawer under it for storing pencils and paper. Beautiful tables with carved legs standing on glass marble balls. Velvet-covered platform rockers slid back and forth. Tall wooden mahogany headboards and beds, huge wardrobe closets and dresser drawers that all matched. Black upright pianos with round whirling stools. Oak dining room sets that could be extended to serve a large family gathering with chairs to match that had delicately carved backs and legs and mesh seats that could be replaced if necessary. Floor and table lamps in varied colors, shapes and sizes came with fringes and beads. Black majestic kitchen stoves decorated with chrome, complete with reservoirs for heating water, and a warming oven that was mounted to the back of the stove above the cooking area. Chrome-plated heatrolas used for heating different rooms in the house were just a few of the pieces he carried in his store.
His selection of carpets was very tasteful and elegant as was the lovely embossed wallpaper and paint that he mixed to match.
Sources: History Book of Mt. Pleasant, Utah
Family history and group sheets of Ruth Reynolds and Myrtle Bagley
Records of Alice Peel Hafen
Stories by my grandmother Hannah Clark
1900 United States Federal Census
floraclark1980 originally shared this on 24 Apr 2011</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">The Biography of
Hannah Christensen Clark
By
Christie Clark Robertson & Myrtle Clark Bagley
Hannah Christensen Clark, daughter of James and Christina Madson Christensen, was born April 27, 1862 in Mt. Pleasant, Utah
Hannah’s parents, being faithful Latter-day Saints, came to Mt. Pleasant as some of the first pioneer settlers. Her father who was born in Juland in Denmark, June 23, 1835, crossed the plains in 1857. He first located in Ephraim, than came to Mt. Pleasant in 1859. Her mother was born in Denmark on January 27, 1843, crossed the plains in 1856 with the Willie Handcart Company arriving in Salt Lake City on November 9th 1856. She located in Ephraim and later came to Mt. Pleasant in 1859. She married James Christensen that same year. They were the parents of seven children, five girls and two boys. Two of their girls died in infancy.
Hannah’s home was a crude log cabin with a dirt roof and very little furniture. However this was “home sweet home” to those faith-devoting Latter-day Saints who came to this country from their native land in order to worship the true and living God and to be among the people in Zion.
As the Oldest child in a large family she shouldered many of the responsibilities of an older person. She was not a very large child, nor was she very strong, yet she was always active and well. She loved to assist her parents in whatever work she could do and helped her father in the fields as well as the housework at home. She would often go into the field and remain all night with her father while he irrigated their acres of land.
At the age of four years old she was miraculously saved when one day she was riding with her father to the field. The team of horses became frightened at a roller which her father had tied to the back of the wagon. The horses dashed southward with the wagon box containing the child bounced and bumped over huge rocks and boulders. At length the box containing the child fell to the ground. The little girl crept from the box
And found shelter and safety under a fence where she was later found by her father and others who had witnessed the runaway. They thought that surely she had been killed and were grateful to find her badly shaken but alive! They took her home where her poor frightened mother wept for joy at seeing her child yet alive. She carefully examined her little girl and found that she was none the worse for this experience except for a few light bruises. However, one of the horses was killed in this mishap.
Hannah remembered distinctly another incident in her young life when at the age of five years old in the fall of 1867 she was frightened by the Indians who were at that time threatening the people. The drums were beating, warning the people to be on guard. Her father was called out as a minute-man to help protect the people, their livestock and their property. That night her mother was nervous and worried over her husband being out in the front ranks. She drew the cupboard, table and chairs up against the door to prevent any “red skin” from entering their home. However, the Lord blessed and protected them and her father returned home to them in safety.
At the age of seven Hannah attended school in the Second Ward school house. The building consisted of one long room with an open fireplace at each end and benches for seats in between. The building also served as a meeting place where on every Thursday of the month more church meetings were held and babies blessed. Hannah’s first teacher was Bhristena Bertelson whom she thought a great deal of and who also pierced Hannah’s ears for ear rings when she was but eight years old. She also had her first picture taken at that age with her new ear rings (the picture was taken in Anthon Lund’s Art Studio, and the old long cabin which is still among the pioneer buildings in Mt. Pleasant.
Hannah’s schooling was indeed limited due to others in the family who also had to attend at different periods. They had to buy their own books, which were few, and also pay a tuition of three dollars a quarter. Hannah and her sister, Annie, managed to go every other week and took advantage of the opportunities they had. Joseph Page was another of her teachers, who although he was crippled, was very stern and strict with his pupils, many times whipping them with birch rod for any misdemeanor or prank which was played.
Some few years later, another school house was built. This building accommodated more students and was more modern in every way. Here Hannah attended school again for a short period. Her teachers were Ezria Day and Hilda Darlene. This was the extent of her education and a happy school life but she was thankful for having had that much schooling.
During the summer months Hannah was a work- either at home or in the fields or remaining all day in the heat south of town herding cows- many times coming home with her feet sore and bleeding from where the prickly pears and sharp rocks had stuck and bruised her feet.
As she grew older and took upon herself greater responsibilities she became very competent and trustful. Her mother would give her and hour or so each day in which she might play. Oh, but how she would play and make use of every minute of her “free” time. She and her younger sister, Annie, would climb the latter from the outside of the house and crawl into the attic where they would play with their rag dolls. In order not be bothered the girls would draw the ladder up after they had climbed into the attic.
Hannah not only worked at home but she hired out for other people. This too, helped her parents as she could buy cloth for her dresses which were all homemade. At one time Hannah worked for C.N. Lund where she did all kinds of work as well as doing their chores. She also worked in Chester for her Uncle Andrew Madsen where after three weeks of hard labor she was able to buy a pair of shoes. Fifty cents a week was her earnings. How thrilled she was for a pair of new shoes, even though they had copper toes. Each Saturday night she would polish them with soot from the stove lids which she mixed with water. This served as her shoe polish and her shoes would be shining for Sunday mornings when she would go to her Sunday School classes.
Hannah was now in her teens and blooming into womanhood. She was indeed an attractive young lady! With her shining black hair, and sparkling blue eyes, she was popular among both her girl and boy friends. She always had a partner for every occasion and, Oh, what jolly good time they would have. She loved to dance and their dances would be held in different homes until a hall was built for their recreation. She was a lover of nature and enjoyed being in the great outdoors. She with her crowd would go into the east hills where they would pick berries and fill their baskets, they would decorate the wagon with branches and wild flowers- and how they would sing! She had a clear, sweet voice and love to sing. In the winter time, how the sleigh bells would ring and ho, the joy of those sleigh rides over the snow.
Of all her boy friends and admirers there was one who sought her heart and had and asked for her in marriage. This young man was Ferdinand Clark – who at the age of fourteen had left his native land in Denmark and had crossed the ocean in company with his mother and many others that they might worship in Zion. They had settled in Mt. Pleasant and he, just a young boy, had supported his other and grown up with the boys his age. He was sociable among both young and old and loved by everyone for his kind consideration and respect for everyone. He has a splendid, clear, strong voice and everyone enjoyed his singing.
October 1, 1879, at the age of seventeen, Hannah became the bride of Ferdinand Clark who was now twenty-one years old. They were married by Bishop William Seeley at her mother’s home. In 1880 they were re-married in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City, as the temple was not built at the time. Theirs was a happy marriage. Their first home was a one-room adobe house located in the extreme southwest part of town. At night the coyotes could be heard howling close by and the young bride would often be alone as her husband was always to be found at his priesthood and other ward meetings.
Their furniture was all homemade. The wooden bed with ropes tied across the sides for springs and the straw-tick or mattress served as their comfortable bed. A crude table, two chairs and a few boxes served their purpose as did a large box which was her cedar chest and the place where all her valuable household articles were kept. A flour box with a cupboard on the top of it stood in one corner of the room.
Hannah’s father gave them a cow and twelve chickens and so with their garden they lived comfortably, even under such humble circumstances. Her husband worked as a painter and always managed to have work. His wage was that of two dollars for nine hours work. As the months went on they were able to buy a few pieces of furniture and furnish their home somewhat better. They appreciated everything they were able to get for themselves.
The following year on October 24th 1880 they were blessed with a darling baby girl. How happy they were for this treasure. However, the same day, Hannah’s dear father was buried and she was unable to attend his funeral services. He didn’t live long enough to see his first grandchild. This was a sad experience too for this young mother. They named their little girl Rosina and she grew up and was indeed a joy and comfort to them.
The following year Ferdinand was sustained as Superintendent of the Sunday School, in June 1881. Before this time he was the President of the Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Association (Young Men’s) Hannah also attended to her religious duties, besides caring for her family. She did all her own work and helped her dear widowed mother who was in poor health at the time.
On January 18th 1882 another baby girl was born to them. They named her Hannah Christine after Hannah’s mother and grandmother. This tiny baby girl passed away only a month later in spite of all that could be done for her. This was indeed hard for Hannah to bear! Their oldest child now two and a half was again their baby.
On February 17th 1883 their first boy came to bless their home. He was named Otto Ferdinand and grew to be a bright and happy baby.
That same year Ferdinand was called on a mission to the Northern States. He responded to the call and left his wife and two children at home to fend for themselves. However, before their baby boy was born they had moved nearer into town and were now living in a large log cabin with a shanty lean-to which served as a kitchen. They had a half lot, a cow, some chickens and a pig as well as a good garden.
In 1883, Ferdinand left for the mission field and labored in that capacity with Elder Mads Anderson as his companion for one year, when his health began to fail and he was forced to return home before his mission was fully completed. Elder Anderson testified to the good work he had accomplished the year he was with him and how Elder Clark’s singing had won them many a bed and a place while laboring together in the mission field. Ferdinand returned home in 1884 and although he was not strong he worked at his trade.
On December 30, 1885, their second son was born. He was named Daniel Waldemar after his uncle who also came to Zion from his native land, and who settled in Fairview, Utah. As this babe grew older he was a companion to his brother.
May 12, 1889, four years later, a darling baby girl blessed their home. She was named Hazel. At the age of two years three months she contracted scarlet fever and passed away on July 4, 1891.
Ferdinand and Hannah had built a new home it was a large frame house and when finished consisted of seven rooms and a basement. They worked hard together for its completion. It would be a place that their children could be proud of and where they might entertain their friends. Many cottage meetings were held there as well as many social gatherings. Their work in the church was increasing and their children were taught the principles of the Gospel. Ferdinand was sustained as the President of the Sixty-sixth Quorum of Seventies on the 11th of May 1890.
On August 20, 1891 a beautiful baby boy was born to them. He was blessed and named Heber Chase. He brought joy and happiness to his parents and the older children as well. At the age of fourteen months he was suddenly stricken from unknown causes and passed away.
A darling baby girl again blessed their home on March 22, 1894. She was indeed welcome and loved dearly. They named her Myrtle.
Another son, who was named Alonzo was born on February 17th 1896. He grew to manhood and served overseas in the great First World War and was remarkable in his field of labor.
October 25, 1898 another son was born who they named Arthur.
A tenth child, a baby girl, was born June 11, 1901. She was blessed and given the name of Christie Arvilla.
Four years later on June 12th 1905 another baby girl blessed their home. She was given the name of Ruth Louise.
Their twelfth child, a son, was born February 22nd 1908. He was given the name of Reed Quinten. He was indeed a joy and a comfort to his mother. At the time of his birth she was forty-six years old.
Two years later a great sorrow came to their happy family when on April 17th, 1910 their beloved husband and father passed away. This was a hard situation for his dear devoted wife being left alone with six children to care for. The three oldest ones were married and had homes of their own by now.
Now the task of raising and supporting these six children was left to her alone, but though the faith and prayer and humility she did the tremendous job well. Her great desire now was to see that each child was given and education and brought up in the church to be of service to mankind. This she was also successful in doing. Each one of her children married good Latter-day Saints and have honorable families.
With the children all married this angel mother was alone. The big, old house was still, but all the memories of happy and sad occasions were lingering everywhere. She prayed night and morning for her children’s welfare and well-being and instilled within each one the necessity of faith and prayer. What a glorious mission was hers, and how wonderfully she performed her many duties and responsibilities.
Her children, with their families came to visit with her often and how she loved to see them come and to be with them. There was always that same sweet spirit with her in the old home and they would all attend meetings together and renew acquaintances. Her neighbors all loved her and her friends were many. She would often go and visit with her children in their hoes and assist them in whatever way she could. She was never idle. In her leisure hours she always sat knitting or crocheting. She made beautiful quilts and handwork of every description. All of her children were supplied with quilts from her own patchwork patterns. She presented each missionary who lift the ward with a beautiful crochet lace for pillow cases. She did all her own work.
Hannah was a Relief Society teacher, performing her duties well for many years.
As her health began to fail she would spend more time in the homes of her daughters who cared tenderly for her.
In December of 1941 she suffered a serious sick spell. We thought at the time that she was going to pass away. We were all at her bedside, but she was permitted to live longer with us.
When she recovered, it was thought best to have her live with her daughters so they could care for her, so the old home was sold and she was taken to the home of her oldest daughter Sina.
In 1945 while visiting with her son Arthur she suffered a slight stroke affecting her speech. She could not say the things she wanted to and it made her feel very self conscious. At this time she was taken to her daughter Ruth’s.
September 25th 1947, while staying with her daughter Myrtle, she fell from a truck and fractured her hip. She was taken to a Richfield Hospital where she remained for 10 days in a cast and was then taken to Myrtle’s home where she remained in the cast for 4 months. This was a trying time for her. She was nursed successfully through this and was able to walk again. The next June she was taken to Ruth’s home where on August 15th 1948 she became ill and passed away at Utah Valley Hospital. She was taken to the old home town where funeral services were held and where she was buried.
Both children and grandchildren honor her name and hold her in high esteem for her upright and noble life and sterling character. They thank her for her devotion and hold dear her many teachings.
God bless her memory.
Christie Clark Robertson Myrtle Clark Bagley</span></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></p></div>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-77056027332833447262023-10-01T11:30:00.135-07:002023-10-01T11:30:00.145-07:00Edward Cliff and his wives Eliza Cresswell Cliff and Harriet Moore Cliff <p> </p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHlK2iaTXyt7LYRsGTODw79wv-x9CI9fakDgatopSfE0ynNCiw_L0ePRs7I-R4Ndnwutvd-ZaoT7u7y74IUeouD4xaQn4Z5w8qAnTxyaxAxJ0XWL3laDPmKWE3LLS-gqaa9Yj9jFnUbrR1g7OjR4mvxvaYJADBOtigCIWVXEPoK6KNJqAlVUtium6g3lY/s280/Edward%20Cliff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="280" data-original-width="194" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHlK2iaTXyt7LYRsGTODw79wv-x9CI9fakDgatopSfE0ynNCiw_L0ePRs7I-R4Ndnwutvd-ZaoT7u7y74IUeouD4xaQn4Z5w8qAnTxyaxAxJ0XWL3laDPmKWE3LLS-gqaa9Yj9jFnUbrR1g7OjR4mvxvaYJADBOtigCIWVXEPoK6KNJqAlVUtium6g3lY/w201-h290/Edward%20Cliff.jpg" width="201" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Edward Cliff <br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><p><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></p><p><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"></span></p><p><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></p><p><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></p><p><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></p><p><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></p><p><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></p><p><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></p><p><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></p><p><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">Edward Cliff was Born in Barrowden, Rutland, England</span></p><artifact-viewers lang="en" style="color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif;"><story-viewer><div class="story-container" style="margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-size: 14px; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"> Parents: William Cliff and Ursula Wilkinson
Married
COD: Disease of liver, heart and kidneys
Death certificate State of Utah
Name: Edward Cliff
Birth Date: 07 Sep 1830
Birth Place: Barrowden, Rutland, England
Parents: William and Ursula Wilkinson Cliff
Death Date: 07 Apr 1906
Death Place: Mt. Pleasant, Utah
Arrival: 16 Oct 1858, Cyrus Wheelock's Co.
Spouse: Eliza Cresswell
Marriage Date: 1863
Marriage Place: Longton Parish, Staffordshire, England
Spouse's Parents: William and Sarah Woolley Cresswell
Spouse's Birth Date: 14 Oct 1839
Spouse's Birth Place: Hanley, Staffs, England
Spouse's Death Date: 25 Feb 1916
Spouse's Death Place: Mt. Pleasant, Utah
Married 2nd: Harriet Moore Date: 12 Jul 1883 , Salt Lake City, Utah Born: 20 Aug 1863 , Hanley, Staffs, England Died: 26 Jan 1951 , Salt Lake City, Utah
Edward was called back to England on a mission shortly after arriving in the Valley. At the end of his mission he married Eliza and brought her and her parents back to Utah with him. They lived in Hambleton, later named Mt. Pleasant, Utah.
In 1869 he was again called to serve a mission in England . While there, he met Harriet Moore whom he married after returning to Salt Lake.
He was called on another mission in 1876 to the Eastern States but he became ill and had to return home. Again in 1885, he was called on a mission to New Zealand.
He was very active in the church, serving not only as a missionary but also a bishop and in other positions of leadership.
John was a felt monger by trade in England , but after reaching the valley he was a nurseryman and potter. He worked on the Salt Lake, Manti, and St. George Temples.
He also was active in the Silk Worm and Bee industry in Utah. For many years he was a reporter for the Deseret News. He was a justice of the peace and stake patriarch.
Child of 1st wife: Edward Cresswell , b. 26 Aug 1864 , Mt. Pleasant, Utah. D. 18 May 1868 (drowned)
Children of 2nd wife: Edward Parley , b. 29 Aug 1884 , Mt. Pleasant, Utah. D. 18 May 1922, Heber City, Wasatch, Utah . John Thomas, b. 18 Feb 1888, Mt. Pleasant, Utah. D. 1 Mar 1975, Ogden, Weber, Utah. George William, b. 1898, Mt. Pleasant, Utah. D. 6 Jun 1978, Oregon. Bur. Salt Lake.
Written by Gladys Eppich. <br /></p><div style="color: black; font-size: 14px;"><small class="break" data-test="DateCommentPosted" style="color: #666662; font-size: 0.857rem; line-height: 1.35rem; word-break: break-all;">14 November 2015</small></div><div style="color: black; font-size: 14px;"><br /></div><div style="color: black;"><small class="break" data-test="DateCommentPosted" style="color: #666662; line-height: 1.35rem; word-break: break-all;"><artifact-viewers lang="en" style="color: #333331;"><div class="artifact-title-container" style="margin: 0px 15px 5px;"><add-title><div class="add-title-wrapper"><h1 class="view-title" data-test="ArtifactTitle" style="color: #76a117; font-family: var(--fs-font-face-heading, Verdana, Ayuthaya, 'HanaMinBFont', sans-serif); font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: 0.06rem; line-height: 2.5rem; margin: 0px;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">March 12-14, 1887 New Zealand mission conference at Gisborn, New Zealand. 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It is his 56th birthday. He talks very positively about his ability to speak the Maori language on Sept 8th. Elder Cliff is the President of the Hawkes Bay District and a wonderful Elder. 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white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></div><div class="comment-text" data-test="PostedCommentText" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></div><div class="comment-text" data-test="PostedCommentText" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></div><div class="comment-text" data-test="PostedCommentText" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">ELIZA CRESWELL CLIFF
Pioneer of 1863</span></div><div class="comment-text" data-test="PostedCommentText" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></div><div class="comment-text" data-test="PostedCommentText" style="overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">Edward Cliff apparently met Eliza Creswell while on his first mission. He married her 27 April 1863, and they came to Utah in 1863, first settling in Pleasant Grove (then called Battle Creek). This is where Edward Cliff settled when he first came to Utah. They later went to Mt. Pleasant to live. They came to Utah by hand cart. The account of this move is referred to in Edward Cliff history. A letter written to them after they arrived in Utah indicated that Eliza's mother had either passed away on the plains or shortly after they arrived in Utah.
Aunt Eliza was active in the Church, she worked in the Re1ief Society. “In the Mt. Pleasant South Ward, the organization was as follows: Mrs. Caroline Madsen, President, Mrs. Christina Peel, first, and Mrs. Eliza Cliff, second Counselors.” ... The funeral for her was announced in the Mt. Pleasant Pyramid, Friday March 3, 1916, as follows:
FUNERAL HELD FOR MRS. CLIFF
MANY FRIENDS SHOW RESPECT
TO THE MEMORY OF MRS. ELIZA CLIFF
Impressive funeral services for Mrs. Eliza Cliff, a prominent pioneer woman of this city, were held Monday afternoon at one o'clock in the North Ward Chapel. Mrs. Cliff was 76 years of age. Her death was due to old age and general debility.
The Obsequies were conducted by Bishop H. C. Jacobs who was assisted by Elder Wm. Olson. The ward choir was present and sang: "Resting Now From Care and Sorrow." The opening prayer was offered by Elder Thos. West. "One Sweetly Solemn Thought" was rendered by the choir; Beautiful eulogies of the splendid character of the good woman were delivered by President C. N. Lund, Supt. James W. Anderson and Bishop Jacobs. A beautiful solo, "Oh , My Father" was beautifully rendered by Miss Emma Watson. The benediction was pronounced by Elder Joseph Seeley. The large number of people who attended the services and the many beautiful flowers bore testimony of the esteem in which the community held her.
The Pallbearers were John Cliff, and George Cliff. George Reynolds, Albert Hadley. Charles Mills and Elijah Creswell. 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text-align: center;"><b>Obituary for Harriet Moore Cliff</b> </div><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">Mrs. Harriet Moore Cliff, 87, widow of Edward Cliff and resident of Mt. Pleasant for 67 years, died Friday in a Salt Lake hospital. Death was attributed to complications after a hip fracture suffered on Jan. 23. Mrs. Cliff for the past six years has alternated her residence between those of her sons, John T. Cliff, and George W. Cliff, Salt Lake City.</span><div><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">
Born in Old Basford, Nottinghamshire, England, Aug. 20, 1863, a daughter of Benjamin and Sarah Litchfield Moore, she joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on April 27, 1873, and came to Utah in the spring of 1883. </span><div><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">On July 12 of that year, she married Edward Cliff in the Salt Lake endowment house and moved to Mt. Pleasant. Mr. Cliff, who died on April 7, 1906, was for many years the patriarch of the North Sanpete LDS stake. Always active in Latter-day Saint organizations. </span></div><div><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">Mrs. Cliff was a Relief Society worker for more than 60 years.
Besides her sons she is survived by nine grandchildren and 23 great-grandchildren.
Salt Lake Tribune UT) January 27, 1951</span></div><div><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-26294626419522161972023-08-31T23:30:00.006-07:002023-08-31T23:30:00.173-07:00James and Emma Bulkley Gottfredson ~~~ Pioneers of the Month ~~~ September 2023<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><b><span style="font-size: large;"> Reunion of Gottfredsons Well Attended </span></b><div><b><span style="font-size: large;">Richfield Reaper September 3, 1931</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div> “More than 200 members of the Gottfredson family attended the reunion held here
recently at the call of Peter Gottfredson, the well known pioneer and Indian war veteran, who is
now completing a history of the family, dating back 120 years. The crowd consisted of three
families from California, two from Nevada, one from Wyoming, three from Idaho, and a number
from Utah. The young old man who financed the entire affair, at a cost of around $250, said with
enthusiasm, ‘I surely have had my money’s worth,’ and expressed satisfaction in bringing the
large family together.”
“The reunion started Saturday evening when all members of the family located at the
camp on the county fair grounds, met for a general social. Sunday morning the various wards
were visited, and in the afternoon the family organization was effected as follows: J.E.
Gottfredson, president; Merrill Gottfredson, general secretary; Adell G. Jensen and Estella P.
Poulson, assistant secretaries, representing two branches of the family; Mrs. Anna Waltamer,
vice president of the first branch, and Chester Allen, vice president of the second branch. Bylaws, rules, and regulations were adopted. Dr. D.B. Gottfredson acted as master of ceremonies
for the meeting, following which Mrs. Adell Jensen conducted a program. Mrs. Edith Rasmussen
led community singing. An original song, ‘Howdy-do,’ by Merrill Gottfredson was sung by the
entire crowd. Members of the family who took part in musical numbers during the two-day’s
reunion were Bishop E.L. Swalberg of Gunnison, Uhlan Swalberg, Merrill Gottfredson and Mrs.
James Bradfield, Mrs. Merrill Gottfredson, Miss Carol Swalberg, Mrs. Josephine Brower, who
was assisted in an Indian costume song by Reed Rasmussen, Doyle Shaw, Kenneth Gottfredson,
Melba Brower and others; Reed Rasmussen, Leda Dalby [Reva Dalton’s aunt] of Leadore,
Idaho, Maxine and Beth Orrock and Laurel Jensen. Delora Payne of Aurora, Ruth Hansen of Salt
Lake, Carrie Allen of Circleville and Joan Brower entertained with readings. Speakers were
Peter Gottfredson, Reva Dalton of Salt Lake, President J.E. Gottfredson and the oldest
member of each family: Anna Waltamore of Salt Lake, Mrs. Ruth G. Urie of Cedar City, Conrad
Payne of Aurora and Mrs. Addie G. Barney of Salt Lake. Prayers were by Lewis Jensen and
Jacob Dastrup. Mrs. Estella Poulson gave sentiments of appreciation of the efforts of Peter
Gottfredson in arranging the reunion, which was followed by nine rahs for Peter, led by Bishop
Ernest Swalberg. Mr. Gottfredson delighted the crowd with a reading, ‘The Bumble Bee,’ and a
song, ‘Courting in the Kitchen.’”
“After a program Monday, the crowd went to the home of Mr. and Mrs. Andrew
Rasmussen and were treated to Danish Beer ‘like Grandma Gottfredson used to make,’ and cake.
In the evening a free dance was held at the Rendezvous. Tuesday the camp was broken up, many
going to Fish Lake and others to visit in the homes of relatives the rest of the week.</div>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-73736554969849420702023-08-01T00:30:00.007-07:002023-08-05T12:25:40.018-07:00Sarah Thompson Pritchett Wilson ~~~ Pioneer of the Month ~~~ August 2023<p> </p><br /><br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEomMGim13FjcxRGcWYf-0T6ucAa0epLIBbLQjZEfpcYzEVSLydxLMm6oVmT8MbepC7Ix7WYpGkyDCY06GNOkNjqSBoGcEscbjvnoUsVITI5_u3ClHuyh6Avlh14UIqXWYAqFhP-G4mbv8XXk2oAOKPXUOQ5rmr6gwah9bozcjbAmt2cMiYWSXFtEq-V4/s640/Sarah%20Ellen%20Thompson%20Pritchett%20Wilson%20(1)_edited.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEomMGim13FjcxRGcWYf-0T6ucAa0epLIBbLQjZEfpcYzEVSLydxLMm6oVmT8MbepC7Ix7WYpGkyDCY06GNOkNjqSBoGcEscbjvnoUsVITI5_u3ClHuyh6Avlh14UIqXWYAqFhP-G4mbv8XXk2oAOKPXUOQ5rmr6gwah9bozcjbAmt2cMiYWSXFtEq-V4/w676-h941/Sarah%20Ellen%20Thompson%20Pritchett%20Wilson%20(1)_edited.jpg" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHd8rbmYiab3ligXRodh-kpkATWwhL1so4cVhZ65OmU641vy7tjH_k6CeWp3Wu-CZo7Ha0vBv4V6-0_kTFCZ7isUkYwlIDzPCWdUY6-IJ1o9sBDOUDPUtkCjSD8CQwK7uQTuMonNpamJ0ru9nRcDr9afHrB1SaxsdmgPfHmlk-w3V-J-egCs6h4Y1JOlc/s650/sarah%20%20obituary.jpg"><img border="0" height="1026" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHd8rbmYiab3ligXRodh-kpkATWwhL1so4cVhZ65OmU641vy7tjH_k6CeWp3Wu-CZo7Ha0vBv4V6-0_kTFCZ7isUkYwlIDzPCWdUY6-IJ1o9sBDOUDPUtkCjSD8CQwK7uQTuMonNpamJ0ru9nRcDr9afHrB1SaxsdmgPfHmlk-w3V-J-egCs6h4Y1JOlc/w484-h1026/sarah%20%20obituary.jpg" width="484" /></a><br /><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkfemb5o5PJaP_NNmqSIPAKL9r_x7MAk2URqUOaJL_egamaPeA2pCEiREhnD-ttLZt_KClBqQpgo_UZK_50e6ezH-iL2UpSy1xncUjGhRNw1TKipJw9dt7OT3Bu2o-aq_qNjbFbvoV84NcuLubawraO9OxhU1lsrM1rDvTkUJY7012eEe_w2rS6awjnGg/s1313/Levi%20Franklin%20Pritchett%20(from%20Ancestry_edited.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1313" data-original-width="1013" height="610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkfemb5o5PJaP_NNmqSIPAKL9r_x7MAk2URqUOaJL_egamaPeA2pCEiREhnD-ttLZt_KClBqQpgo_UZK_50e6ezH-iL2UpSy1xncUjGhRNw1TKipJw9dt7OT3Bu2o-aq_qNjbFbvoV84NcuLubawraO9OxhU1lsrM1rDvTkUJY7012eEe_w2rS6awjnGg/w471-h610/Levi%20Franklin%20Pritchett%20(from%20Ancestry_edited.jpg" width="471" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Levi Franklin Pritchett </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqKYH1VfMA6WmAhKfkmjlWqeTmhXvjjsK-vD8R6Ss83X60ztiPZKHVK0EnoTyg9wzQbHVPhYWP6BQ4yHrL3YTzHhKYB6w4oOClstPTiq5Lh9jek4wRvKNNIkoHZMD0iDum9yQj7fCCK0/s2048/Pritchett%252C+Levi+Franklin++%2528Pioneer+House+Folder%2529_edited.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqKYH1VfMA6WmAhKfkmjlWqeTmhXvjjsK-vD8R6Ss83X60ztiPZKHVK0EnoTyg9wzQbHVPhYWP6BQ4yHrL3YTzHhKYB6w4oOClstPTiq5Lh9jek4wRvKNNIkoHZMD0iDum9yQj7fCCK0/w728-h1045/Pritchett%252C+Levi+Franklin++%2528Pioneer+House+Folder%2529_edited.jpg" /></a><br /><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">The Pritchett Family</span></h2></div><div> The family name of Pritchett originated in Wales and according to all known records, is a name of great antiquity,
having an unbroken male descent from the princes of Wales, between Wye and Severn, a dynasty that lasted from
the time of Caradoc Vraich, who reigned in 520 AD to the death of Bleddyn, the last prince in 1190 AD. <div><br /></div><div>During this time the family became very numerous and began to spread out into other parts of the British Isles.
Many went into Ireland and the middle parts of England. From the period of the close of the reign of Bleddyn until
about the middle of the 15th century, little is known about the family as few or no records were kept.
It has to date been impossible to bridge the gap between 1190 and the first Pritchett who came to America. </div><div><br /></div><div>The
records of Virginia Historical Society record that Miles Pritchett came to America on a sailing ship, the Star, in
the year 1612. This was eight years before the pilgrims landed at Plymouth Rock. Apparently, he settled in
Jamestown, Virginia, and from there the family spread out into the area known at that time as the Virginia land
grant. This area comprised what is now known as Virginia, Kentucky, Delaware, Tennessee, and parts of Georgia.
The Pritchetts were also in Delaware and Maryland as early as 1669. It is in this area that most of the Pritchett
family are found today and from which the branch of our family originally came.
It has been difficult to trace a direct line of Pritchetts beyond the middle of the 17th century. Most of this difficulty
is the direct result of the Civil War. During the various campaigns that the northern troops made into the South,
many of the churches where the records of our people were kept were burned and it is therefore impossible to
verify many of the stories and much of the information that has come down from generation to generation and
from family to family.
James Mitchell Pritchett, the father of Leonidas Pritchett, was born in Smyth County, Virginia on June 1, 1817, and
later married Mary Ann Fulcher. To them were born nine children: William, Leonidas, John, Nancy, Thomas, Levi,
James, Rebecca, and Douglas.
Douglas died at the age of three years but all the other children lived to marry and raise a family. William, the
eldest, married Peggy Heneger. Leonidas married Elizabeth Ann Heninger. John married Mary V. Hambrick. Nancy
married John Floyd Young. Thomas married Lovina Chadwick Heninger, and later, after her death he married Ida
Huntsman. Levi married Ellen Thompson. James married Kate James. Rebecca married Lindsey Brady. </div><div><br /></div><div>The descendants of these eight children have spread into nearly all the western states. Many of them have at one
time or another become interested in their genealogy and have made an attempt to find the records of their
families. As a result, there has been a tremendous duplication of effort and in many cases, each one has
interpreted the existing records in their own way, which has resulted in many conflicting claims and dates of
births, marriages, and deaths.
Written by La Von Fuller Shreeve; date unknown. Found in papers belonging to Hazel Smith Carver, a great-granddaughter.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJnaC8LTmcYhuU3TLafxJWk2WYdGxIXblrhSZGrt6u6yt89ts6eXW-kBDnMGxt_1a3CZAfWHf72vJc5Yt-rquAxLsGsJdzUcB9n25seXLHPEZzufBB7nxM9ELewoUCKbW1M5IlX9QzUWpLZZOLhe-8dOs_dfWcUxbqx9s9hhEniCvaSgCPiZs1rxterw/s3516/Mt.%20Pleasant%20Murder.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJnaC8LTmcYhuU3TLafxJWk2WYdGxIXblrhSZGrt6u6yt89ts6eXW-kBDnMGxt_1a3CZAfWHf72vJc5Yt-rquAxLsGsJdzUcB9n25seXLHPEZzufBB7nxM9ELewoUCKbW1M5IlX9QzUWpLZZOLhe-8dOs_dfWcUxbqx9s9hhEniCvaSgCPiZs1rxterw/w607-h2457/Mt.%20Pleasant%20Murder.jpg" /></a> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /> <br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYQ3pbWFJejIaBXTe_aETYGuNMlqJztqnSbMcTetHpUGy1KptFTX2vFqXl567H9y7wVAf8i9wJ9TlmUdwIwmAHFEDuAev9c7JKhaMbgmPYb0jTewinogm4evXOfpMBNO7e06l56Hbp_8/s950/Blacksmith+shop%252C+Wilson%2527s+%2528Main+Street%2529_edited3+.jpg"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitYQ3pbWFJejIaBXTe_aETYGuNMlqJztqnSbMcTetHpUGy1KptFTX2vFqXl567H9y7wVAf8i9wJ9TlmUdwIwmAHFEDuAev9c7JKhaMbgmPYb0jTewinogm4evXOfpMBNO7e06l56Hbp_8/s950/Blacksmith+shop%252C+Wilson%2527s+%2528Main+Street%2529_edited3+.jpg" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> Wilson's Blacksmith Shop was located on the south side corner of State Street and Main, where the Pharmacy is located now. You can see main street buildings in the background.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhViIaUGVLeGqFCUyKTBr6e7QQfBZPWKfhXg2jXZGw2mxxGuZ-azduGJ5XzHT4oku8zw5WqPWtCifSLhsDeWDe27qgo7RuLXmd8gBeanIigsnSbtXCS1kTt9BklCAzgGJ4aujEQekYwQWpe-AHODaMDPpXcxaoKwUICdUznlAPceMjfpvy3KLj_Bq18j2w/s640/JamesWilson_Blacksmith_edited.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="469" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhViIaUGVLeGqFCUyKTBr6e7QQfBZPWKfhXg2jXZGw2mxxGuZ-azduGJ5XzHT4oku8zw5WqPWtCifSLhsDeWDe27qgo7RuLXmd8gBeanIigsnSbtXCS1kTt9BklCAzgGJ4aujEQekYwQWpe-AHODaMDPpXcxaoKwUICdUznlAPceMjfpvy3KLj_Bq18j2w/w294-h400/JamesWilson_Blacksmith_edited.jpg" width="294" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James Wilson<br />Blacksmith<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/141394/james-m-wilson#" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://images.findagrave.com/photos250/photos/2012/337/141394_135459889370.jpg" /></a><br /><br /> <br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>James M. Wilson<div>BIRTH: 25 Dec 1836<br />Muskingum County, Ohio, USA</div><div>DEATH9 Jun 1911 (aged 74)<br />Mount Pleasant, Sanpete County, Utah, USA</div><div>BURIAL:<br /><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/cemetery/77347/mount-pleasant-city-cemetery">Mount Pleasant City Cemetery</a></div><div>Mount Pleasant, Sanpete County, Utah, USA</div><div>PLOTA / 93 / 3 / 2MEMORIAL ID141394 <br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YEKudSjEFY4atdNClXizwbGsbX09RyokIXm-a3ZpnTZ0rT4NUHYIvSQBG0149zzTpJL_sX_l_QU4Rwx_9Szj1QjvYpTXoIini0VHUrfK1Aqd12esB2iLHz-8SmR2dU2teXg0Bs0UEiTaVmMlT8NnkuLeiPuiqSuXJNx0Nkl1o8nPlsnLBXtjUaoCDA4/s409/wilson%20death.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="409" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4YEKudSjEFY4atdNClXizwbGsbX09RyokIXm-a3ZpnTZ0rT4NUHYIvSQBG0149zzTpJL_sX_l_QU4Rwx_9Szj1QjvYpTXoIini0VHUrfK1Aqd12esB2iLHz-8SmR2dU2teXg0Bs0UEiTaVmMlT8NnkuLeiPuiqSuXJNx0Nkl1o8nPlsnLBXtjUaoCDA4/s320/wilson%20death.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKq3pao-2-_8hLhaWMOmedVZNXyYkKX5cHM3k7Y8UE5Q0qa2ItVkijvidgInYGiL2gxIAZe2wZ_VpgPWroLH3e5LPjnDx6g5YW7iQzrCjO8pCuixE6bIp4nDPJ3oQoTx_PxLUAIq8iYGod9Sxzsj17a4qpjIhyKnWPOvrP6Pj_TAsl4S2KUPrPG1mWQ74/s604/five%20generations.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="547" data-original-width="604" height="667" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKq3pao-2-_8hLhaWMOmedVZNXyYkKX5cHM3k7Y8UE5Q0qa2ItVkijvidgInYGiL2gxIAZe2wZ_VpgPWroLH3e5LPjnDx6g5YW7iQzrCjO8pCuixE6bIp4nDPJ3oQoTx_PxLUAIq8iYGod9Sxzsj17a4qpjIhyKnWPOvrP6Pj_TAsl4S2KUPrPG1mWQ74/w736-h667/five%20generations.jpg" width="736" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> <br /> <h1 class="view-title" data-test="ArtifactTitle" style="color: #76a117; font-family: var(--fs-font-face-heading, Verdana, Ayuthaya, 'HanaMinBFont', sans-serif); font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: 0.06rem; line-height: 2.5rem; margin: 0px; text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: small;">Five Generations: Front--Mina Pritchett, Myrna Pitts, Sarah Ellen T. Pritchett Wilson. Back--Elaine S. Pitts, Vivian P. Smith</span></h1></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /></div>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-63353147081613077292023-07-01T00:00:00.002-07:002023-08-21T13:02:50.452-07:00Emma Dewey Allred Hayward<p> </p><p><b><span style="font-size: large;"></span></b></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQAgmPKFk_hu_x9tWVp0x2rMdItOwIv2h8PrERBoRn6owyzpnUQnfjjSeNbqBlg_Bu2rrrdlnpEodsL9tUeeJkuwZwu673Y2rd2fCMjUNl93_UlFCu8DCCFjZU7j5AP-pHbWBonnKSfO1bsw0Ub4il77rTO6yEbr9sgKCkhd7nGxrEaQTwWrtFiOuoRc/s328/Emma%20Dewey%20Headstone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifQAgmPKFk_hu_x9tWVp0x2rMdItOwIv2h8PrERBoRn6owyzpnUQnfjjSeNbqBlg_Bu2rrrdlnpEodsL9tUeeJkuwZwu673Y2rd2fCMjUNl93_UlFCu8DCCFjZU7j5AP-pHbWBonnKSfO1bsw0Ub4il77rTO6yEbr9sgKCkhd7nGxrEaQTwWrtFiOuoRc/s328/Emma%20Dewey%20Headstone.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmseimTeLwGzsSbfyZts5zQWftLftU6l_tOtBQV8cTUA2Idbe5HL9FqCalyUlUROMAV8bH5HJpjDSoxgZ0q38xe5egYcu1YzV88tlwlyme6BbyzjixGR6Q8rbH-q2tTVOpnuiwAvTdRKnpzCMAEyuuKCFAiLfL-EdW8f7daGHJSFoviFt6szeuq6_Kc18" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="160" data-original-width="124" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhmseimTeLwGzsSbfyZts5zQWftLftU6l_tOtBQV8cTUA2Idbe5HL9FqCalyUlUROMAV8bH5HJpjDSoxgZ0q38xe5egYcu1YzV88tlwlyme6BbyzjixGR6Q8rbH-q2tTVOpnuiwAvTdRKnpzCMAEyuuKCFAiLfL-EdW8f7daGHJSFoviFt6szeuq6_Kc18" width="186" /></a></div><br /></span></b></div><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /> Emma Dewey Allred Hayward</span></b><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Emma Dewey was born on 21 April 1826<div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">EMMY DEWEY ALLRED HAYWARD
Emma Dewey was born on the 28 April 1826 in Babton, Wiltshire, England, the daughter of
Sara Ranger and John Dewey. Her father died when she was about four years old and her
mother married James Targett of Cadford, Wiltshire, England, and to this union was born
four children: Ann, Eliza, John, and Mary.
When Emma was just a young girl, she heard the gospel from a missionary by the name of Isaac Allred. She was converted to the truth of his words and braved the condemnation and ridicule of family and friends to join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She was baptized 6 July 1852.
Her mother and stepfather disowned her so she packed her few belongings in a trunk and left England, never to see her family again. She worked her way to America, the land of Zion in 1852. On opening her trunk after her arrival, she found that someone had poured ink all over the few clothes and belongings she had brought with her.
It was three years later when she left Mormon Grove, Kansas, on 1 July 1855, with the Richard Ballantine Company to walk all the way to Utah. Somewhere during the crossing of the ocean or the first year in the United States, she met William and Ruth Hayward who were also converts. They arrived in Utah in 1853. Emma's company arrived in Salt Lake 25 September 1855. The Haywards and Emma Dewey became great friends and they settled in Ogden, Weber County, Utah.
Plural marriages were being practiced in the church at this time, and Emma Dewey
became the third wife of the missionary who converted her. She was sealed on 7 October
1856 to Elder Isaac Allred who was born in Bedford County, Tennessee on 28 June 1813.
He married his first wife, Julia Ann Taylor, on 10 October 1832. A daughter, Emma, was
born to Isaac in Ogden; they then moved to Ephraim where a son, Adelbert, was born.
In 1859 Isaac moved his family to Mt. Pleasant, where he was engaged in sheep raising. On the 12th of May he was accidentally killed by a lifelong friend, Tom Ivie. They had been sitting at the campfire when they began arguing over some sheep; in the heat of the
argument Tom pulled an aspen pole from the fire and hit Isaac on the head. The blow
killed him instantly.
His friend and murderer was tried and condemned to death, but he escaped and went East. President Brigham Young prophesied that Tom Ivie would apostatize from the church and buzzards would pick his bones. This prediction was literally fulfilled as the remains of Mr. Ivie were subsequently found in a cornfield devoured by buzzards.
Thus, Emma Dewey Allred has left a widow with two small children. During this period of bewilderment, William and Ruth Hayward came to her aid and befriended her. Emma had known nothing but hardships and hard work from her early childhood, and being a widow with her small babies to provide for was just another chapter in her life to strengthen her character. William entered into polygamy and took Emma as his second wife on 6 June 1863. He made a home for her in Moroni, Utah.
On 26 April 1864 a son, Thomas Henry, was born to them. Thus in the triangle of plural
marriages, Thomas had half brothers and sisters that had half brothers and sisters that
were no relation to Thomas. Being a second wife obliged Emma to do whatever she could to earn a living for herself and three children. They went barefoot, poorly clothed, and often hungry while their mother bent over the washboard or perspired over hot irons to earn a few cents from her neighbors. They grew up in the very poorest of their surroundings. The children assisted their mother as they were able in the chores, and they indeed learned the value of money.
William had been called to help settle the Sevier Valley (later called Richfield) in about 1859. He later built a double house and moved Emma and her children to Richfield. They saw much poverty and because of Indian disturbances were forced to leave their home and move to Nephi. Here a daughter, Ruth, was born to Emma, but she died while still an infant of dysentery. William was called to help resettle Richfield in 1870; he took Ruth with him, but Emma remained in Nephi. Her daughter married Thomas West and moved to Chester in 1875; Emma followed her two boys. She was the first school teacher in Chester.
Through all of Emma's hard work, she always found time to give her time and talents to the church. The Chester Ward Records show that she was very active. She was a teacher in the first Sunday School and on 2 December 1883 was sustained as second assistant in
the Sunday School. She held this position until 1892 when she was advanced to first assistant--a position few women have ever held. She had been sustained as Second Counselor in the Relief Society on 13 January 1878 and when the Primary was organized on
22 June 1880 she was its first President. She was released from the Primary in 1893.
She followed the pattern of the Master Teacher of teaching by doing. She would take her primary children out into the wheat fields and follow along behind the thrasher gleaning the grain they left. Her hands were often raw and bleeding. When they had gleaned all they could, she would have it thrashed and give the wheat to the bishop, thus teaching the
children both the value of work and the blessing of giving.
William Hayward died from internal injuries sustained from over lifting; this happened on 27 September 1891 at the age of 74. He was buried at Richfield.
Emma left Chester and moved to Mt. Pleasant to make her home with her daughter in 1893. While there she furnished the bread for the sacrament for 12 years. She would take the bread in a little egg basket lined with a white napkin and covered with a lid. She would carefully gather any pieces of bread left over and be very sure that not one piece was wasted; she explained to the grandchildren and neighbor children that it was an honor to eat these pieces of bread as they had been blessed. Her kindness to children and loved ones was most outstanding and she was affectionately known wherever she went as "Aunt Emma." Her grandchildren called her "Grandma Great."
On Tuesday, 20 April 1909, at the age of 83, she gathered her family together and walked </span><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">several blocks in the rain to have a four-generation picture taken. Soon after returning</span><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"> </span><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">home she became ill and slipped peacefully away during the night. She was buried at Mt. </span><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">Pleasant. Her obituary read, "Another of Mt. Pleasant's pioneers has passed to the Great </span><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">Beyond in the person of Aunt Emma Hayward. She died early Wednesday morning, 21 </span><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;">April 1909."</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"> Grandmother was very modest and unassuming. She never had much to say about her life nor did she leave any stories that would help complete her history. One letter from her half-sister Ann in England was found among her papers, so she did hear from her family. In asking some of her grandchildren what they could remember about her, one of them said, "I remember her little cape and bonnet trimmed with a feather and lace which she always wore to church." Others said about all they could remember was her kindness and hard work. All of them said she was one of the hardest-working persons they had ever known. One remembered her beautiful flower garden and the bouquets she always sent home with them, and another has a favorite spot in his flower garden where some of her Lily-of-the-Valley grow.
I was just a year old when she died and cannot remember her, but I have been told by my mother many times how she used to play with me and laugh at my actions until the tears would roll down her face. She laughed at my hands when I was born because they were so big. She said, "When she puts them over her face they are so big they cover her whole face. What greater gift could a father and a grandmother give you than hardworking
hands?"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"></span><br /><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space-collapse: preserve-breaks;"></span></div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9WUlPf17UFv9DksYmv9DNz-f0E5lurtUMI_Ik3RW5c-I5l0QTKCHFDhY0gbzsFR4L6Zf4XX5I0Rx1DM5FTwbISoDctHtPQb8fTm-Xt8ahoZTOKU0BSCzkaCk4HdBIkCllgNYXwFoj3b6vPfXwGb1CWrkmtFelcwAvrzc1nmMzqKLBh7thX1_iFf89AeI/s1270/Emma%20Dewey%20Obituary%20(1).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="571" data-original-width="1270" height="302" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9WUlPf17UFv9DksYmv9DNz-f0E5lurtUMI_Ik3RW5c-I5l0QTKCHFDhY0gbzsFR4L6Zf4XX5I0Rx1DM5FTwbISoDctHtPQb8fTm-Xt8ahoZTOKU0BSCzkaCk4HdBIkCllgNYXwFoj3b6vPfXwGb1CWrkmtFelcwAvrzc1nmMzqKLBh7thX1_iFf89AeI/w672-h302/Emma%20Dewey%20Obituary%20(1).jpg" width="672" /></a></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; 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text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhH0DJiaOWzl6BNAtaAr1RX51JJewIoIThoN1aeoZvBDcjdCWvMi5LbGUlkYozZDZoe1X2pRjG5JX6AuBtvLWgPDLI1guQhuetOqguh75u4-dfBeGkftqNTP0I8oBZaIoiezSC8b9qE-0/s1600/Allred%252C+Isaac.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhH0DJiaOWzl6BNAtaAr1RX51JJewIoIThoN1aeoZvBDcjdCWvMi5LbGUlkYozZDZoe1X2pRjG5JX6AuBtvLWgPDLI1guQhuetOqguh75u4-dfBeGkftqNTP0I8oBZaIoiezSC8b9qE-0/s640/Allred%252C+Isaac.JPG" width="437" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">ISAAC ALLRED<br />murdered by Thomas Ivie<br />May 11, 1859<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/823365018368490611/8709786379137482513">https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/823365018368490611/8709786379137482513</a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-92077117061998669882023-05-31T23:30:00.005-07:002023-05-31T23:30:00.147-07:00Washington Perry McArthur and Urania Gregg McArthur ~~~Pioneers of the Month ~~~June 2023<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnjnxGqoNYoHG2D494jFEVjaDYWGBOregWMDBtiDAKnXtAPaajFxW_JNH67hleAyAmXQGHL_x_F7tlUg_BRxVgM8xof9sVevEXEIHy7fTp2ZKHIKoUah-5s9VcDOIoVoMTBLT6OyRZ6p8q1iHAMKhj4RuBjNh-N1lasQhJI5QK4oihVKDvmSiubS8g/s1859/McArthur,%20History%201.jpg" style="clear: left; 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font-family: inherit;"><i>August 1, 2008. Not much was said about his wife Mary Ann. So now we can</i></span></b></p><p><b><span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i>learn more. <br /></i></span></b><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHar5jL0hL1bhztei_EUdfWZ_bn3P17ygPfDzuSCb_rDAp0h4WxtX8Qap1XtbmSx5dhW44YEFKOe-g1Lintx6XutCaKkgostkMd4eCty3gm6BMa5wU5ow5ZXl28pO6Pc0Jj0aEo1FBd3IIk_wCC7RZpfc06cc4NHKzhf7Ih3w_TcA0U-gQddXDUkZ/s336/Mary%20Ann%20Dallin%20Wheelock.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="336" data-original-width="250" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjHar5jL0hL1bhztei_EUdfWZ_bn3P17ygPfDzuSCb_rDAp0h4WxtX8Qap1XtbmSx5dhW44YEFKOe-g1Lintx6XutCaKkgostkMd4eCty3gm6BMa5wU5ow5ZXl28pO6Pc0Jj0aEo1FBd3IIk_wCC7RZpfc06cc4NHKzhf7Ih3w_TcA0U-gQddXDUkZ/w476-h640/Mary%20Ann%20Dallin%20Wheelock.jpg" width="476" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mary Ann Dallin Wheelock <br /><br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>ORIGINAL NAME<div>Mariane Dallen</div><div>BIRTH27 May 1831<br />Devon, England</div><div>DEATH13 Mar 1892 (aged 60)<br />Mount Pleasant, Sanpete County, Utah,</div><div> USABURIAL<br /><a href="https://www.findagrave.com/cemetery/77347/mount-pleasant-city-cemetery">Mount Pleasant City Cemetery</a></div><div>Mount Pleasant, Sanpete County, Utah, USA PLOTA_ms_109_5<p></p></div><div><br /></div><div>~~~~</div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Her parents were Tobias Dallin (Dalling) and Anthena Finch.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Mary Ann was the firstborn of ten children. She was the caregiver in the Dallin family. Her mother died while the family was still living in England.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">After her mother's death, Tobias joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"> Tobias Dallin moved his family
across the Bristol Channel to the area of Newport, Monmouthshire.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> On May 27, 1848, Tobias was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints by W. Hemshaw.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> His
children who were old enough were baptized in the months that followed: Mary Anne, Thomas,
Robert, and Anthea on Oct. 5th and John and William on Jan. 30th of 1849. Catherine is listed
as a member of the branch in the Newport branch records, but no baptism date is given for her.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Family tradition says that the Dallin family was converted to the LDS Church by Cyrus
Wheelock, who later married Mary Anne Dallin. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Newport records and the history of a
neighbor in Springville who also joined the Church in Newport confirm that Cyrus was a
missionary in that area at the time the Dallins were baptized, though he did not personally baptize
any of the family. No mention is made of Tobias' wife, Anthea in the Newport records. </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">One more child was born after the family moved to this area. Louisa was
christened in August of 1849 at Hartland, Devonshire, but Tobias’ residence was listed at
Newport in Monmouthshire. Anthea’s name did not appear on the baptismal record. It is possible that Anthea died just after Louisa's birth.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Anthea was buried back in her birth parish of Clovelly on 24 August 1849.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212225; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; margin-block-start: 0px;" xmlns:its="http://www.w3.org/2005/11/its" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size: medium;">The four oldest brothers of the Dallin family, John, William, Thomas, and Robert, sailed on the “North Atlantic” from Liverpool on 4 September and arrived in New Orleans on 1 November 1850. Evidence from genealogical records suggests that the brothers traveled to the Salt Lake Valley in 1851. However, further research is needed to determine the exact company they traveled with. </span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212225; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;" xmlns:its="http://www.w3.org/2005/11/its" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size: medium;">The rest of the Dallin family traveled to the Salt Lake Valley in 1852 with the Abraham O. Smoot Company. </span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212225; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;" xmlns:its="http://www.w3.org/2005/11/its" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size: medium;">The brother’s father, Tobias, and the rest of their siblings, Mary Ann, Catherine, Eliza, and Edwin, sailed from Liverpool on the “Ellen Maria” on 10 February, and arrived in New Orleans on 5 April 1852.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212225; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; margin-block-end: 0px;" xmlns:its="http://www.w3.org/2005/11/its" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mary Ann's birth and death dates are confirmed by the Utah State History Cemeteries and Burials Database and Find A Grave website.</span></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212225; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 22.5px; margin-block-end: 0px;" xmlns:its="http://www.w3.org/2005/11/its" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br /></p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212225; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 22.5px; margin-block-end: 0px;" xmlns:its="http://www.w3.org/2005/11/its" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Mary Ann married Cyrus Hubbard Wheelock on December 11, 1853. They were the parents of seven children and they were living in Springville, Utah.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212225; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 22.5px; margin-block-end: 0px;" xmlns:its="http://www.w3.org/2005/11/its" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> </p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212225; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 22.5px; margin-block-end: 0px;" xmlns:its="http://www.w3.org/2005/11/its" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">They moved to Mt. Pleasant, Utah December 1863. Then they moved to North Ogden where Cyrus was called to be a bishop. At this time Mary Ann taught school. Then they moved back to Mt. Pleasant.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212225; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 22.5px; margin-block-end: 0px;" xmlns:its="http://www.w3.org/2005/11/its" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Mary Ann was a small woman, but a woman of strength, as was displayed in the many trials of endurance faced in her life. She had a keen mind. She was able to discern, foresee, and counsel family and friends. Her husband traveled a lot making life difficult and lonely at times. </p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212225; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 22.5px; margin-block-end: 0px;" xmlns:its="http://www.w3.org/2005/11/its" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">Mary Ann passed away on March 13, 1892, in Mt. Pleasant at the age of sixty-one.</p><p style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #212225; font-family: "Ensign:Serif", Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 22.5px; margin-block-end: 0px;" xmlns:its="http://www.w3.org/2005/11/its" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><br /></p></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBP9X6cn41L0qVG6tTZHnBZxhyxU8DOBji6l5spY455y1m06Npgo0CEHj8FzTT15byrtVBxtSTjIdJlXyaJdGV_hN0UCVvxwx72uG-wz1bmGlkmjXuDwpQWb_fMtLVHi2YaMqI4xKzx2uKQwmaeGlIw-xdPC7TyjpSeYR7hVJtGLoy1_rmqF94P-V/s529/Tobias%20Dallin_edited.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="529" data-original-width="409" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKBP9X6cn41L0qVG6tTZHnBZxhyxU8DOBji6l5spY455y1m06Npgo0CEHj8FzTT15byrtVBxtSTjIdJlXyaJdGV_hN0UCVvxwx72uG-wz1bmGlkmjXuDwpQWb_fMtLVHi2YaMqI4xKzx2uKQwmaeGlIw-xdPC7TyjpSeYR7hVJtGLoy1_rmqF94P-V/s320/Tobias%20Dallin_edited.jpg" width="247" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tabias Dallin<br />Father of Mary Ann Dallin </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLl_a-lKwVfRqt6Vols647EYlxC0lmwNg6XlJMlMIACddZjFJjR7m4GBjTzaeFKHy4lGrXmY1fCGlHDIbGGqAhu537mKAqOHjAX-JzrMN-1Z7RtPTNbKapN0LNQyHyE2TjRDhge98wifrXbnnyu8qN4lCcMvNMQLPTOGYXHdcvjZSSFZ6rvmNEytuX/s500/Anthena%20Finch.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="371" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLl_a-lKwVfRqt6Vols647EYlxC0lmwNg6XlJMlMIACddZjFJjR7m4GBjTzaeFKHy4lGrXmY1fCGlHDIbGGqAhu537mKAqOHjAX-JzrMN-1Z7RtPTNbKapN0LNQyHyE2TjRDhge98wifrXbnnyu8qN4lCcMvNMQLPTOGYXHdcvjZSSFZ6rvmNEytuX/s320/Anthena%20Finch.jpg" width="237" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><u><b>Anthena Finch Dallin<br /><br /></b></u></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEileJ339WYe9Y_NPI-35zHvVLOeFFL6NJbEJ5nEBqvUtwQqsGhMDPcE5vBo-d0qVlUpwL45VfkdjwgKbaPWsSAvXfDL2vJJRbP7D_dM0Q_Gem9bm9EtQHX3ml7OEGkNoyC11oRzyaw2rPOXRWayaCEM1pyvD6X_AO9fkrYdcmhlakl2ZzKCamLfBivB/s1474/Tobias%20marker.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="899" data-original-width="1474" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEileJ339WYe9Y_NPI-35zHvVLOeFFL6NJbEJ5nEBqvUtwQqsGhMDPcE5vBo-d0qVlUpwL45VfkdjwgKbaPWsSAvXfDL2vJJRbP7D_dM0Q_Gem9bm9EtQHX3ml7OEGkNoyC11oRzyaw2rPOXRWayaCEM1pyvD6X_AO9fkrYdcmhlakl2ZzKCamLfBivB/w229-h140/Tobias%20marker.jpg" width="229" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br />Mary Ann Wheelock's Timeline<br /><br />1831 <br />May 27, 1831 <br /><a href="https://www.geni.com/profile/6000000009754094963/events/6000000009754094964">Birth of Mary Ann Wheelock</a><br />West Bromwich, Sandwell, UK <br /> <br />June 19, 1831 <br /><a href="https://www.geni.com/profile/6000000009754094963/events/6000000000435062179">christened on 6/19/1831</a><br />Ilfracombe, Devonshire, England <br /> <br />June 19, 1831 <br /><a href="https://www.geni.com/profile/6000000009754094963/events/6000000176084572864">christened on 6/19/1831</a><br />Ilfracombe, Devonshire, England <br />1850 <br />October 1850 <br /><a href="https://www.geni.com/profile/6000000009754554747/events/6000000009754554748">Birth of Kate Ethlinda Wheelock</a><br />West Bromwich, Stafford, England <br />1858 <br />1858 <br /><a href="https://www.geni.com/profile/6000000009754781282/events/6000000009754781283">Birth of Julian Russell Wheelock</a><br />Utah Territory <br />1861 <br />February 17, 1861 <br /><a href="https://www.geni.com/profile/6000000009754567794/events/6000000009754567795">Birth of Cyrus Alberto Wheelock</a><br />Springville, Utah, Utah, United States <br />1863 <br />October 26, 1863 <br /><a href="https://www.geni.com/profile/6000000009754570591/events/6000000009754570592">Birth of Marion Ella Wheelock</a><br />Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah <br />1865 <br />October 16, 1865 <br /><a href="https://www.geni.com/profile/6000000176084572898/events/6000000176084572899">Birth of Hannah Ellen Maude Wheelock</a><br />Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah<br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQKOurZipNZtd5Cl77AZfTWD_4LpQgIPVcFBnLWRVmEgV69v6p0fr5aEBhWxAhRKDv80PFjAxucp7nnbPh3waaRnSniY5ZiFIBzMh3BEBfpfSNaWPyCQRfSwIFOleZkE4p36YEpTZZ7gIDPHL44I6gHcgjd-h4hhpXAnhQr8vV3VM2tjrhxATop4h/s864/Marion%20Dallin%20grave.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="864" data-original-width="659" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguQKOurZipNZtd5Cl77AZfTWD_4LpQgIPVcFBnLWRVmEgV69v6p0fr5aEBhWxAhRKDv80PFjAxucp7nnbPh3waaRnSniY5ZiFIBzMh3BEBfpfSNaWPyCQRfSwIFOleZkE4p36YEpTZZ7gIDPHL44I6gHcgjd-h4hhpXAnhQr8vV3VM2tjrhxATop4h/s320/Marion%20Dallin%20grave.jpg" width="244" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Marian Dallin Wheelock <br />Grave Marker <br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div>
<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Cyrus Wheelock is one of my favorite Mt. Pleasant Pioneers </span></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTgMzINzxjXYhLIMd-rYSHQrxkkFiwju9VGWRvWlW35CLkfPcJDJafHkrFBQ3oGGtCM81BbUrhVevtJP_6Kt_yuwA6dEqjTE0ctVu9vUwF1WISKfBFLY3lgKTUM0h4AJ9B0C6ooZdmieh9EwTeBxRqiCKb6i6RM4PpqV2VjYBSSg4EFLcat3dCpVk/s2065/Wheelock,%20Cyrus%EF%80%A2Olsen,%20John%EF%80%A2Draper,%20James%20(Pioneer%20House%20Folder)_edited.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2065" data-original-width="1503" height="861" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiTgMzINzxjXYhLIMd-rYSHQrxkkFiwju9VGWRvWlW35CLkfPcJDJafHkrFBQ3oGGtCM81BbUrhVevtJP_6Kt_yuwA6dEqjTE0ctVu9vUwF1WISKfBFLY3lgKTUM0h4AJ9B0C6ooZdmieh9EwTeBxRqiCKb6i6RM4PpqV2VjYBSSg4EFLcat3dCpVk/w627-h861/Wheelock,%20Cyrus%EF%80%A2Olsen,%20John%EF%80%A2Draper,%20James%20(Pioneer%20House%20Folder)_edited.jpg" width="627" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-88159056689790459872023-03-31T23:30:00.004-07:002023-03-31T23:30:00.176-07:00Andrew Johansen and Annie Monsen Johansen ~~~ Pioneers of the Month ~~~ April 2023<p> </p><div class="story-container" style="font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; 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font-size: 2.143rem; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: 0.06rem; line-height: 2.5rem; margin: 0px;">Andrew Johansen's life story in The Niels Johansen Family Record Book, compiled by Gayle Hayward Bailey, November 1968. Story submitted by Beverly Johansen Edvalson.</h1></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></add-title><div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: flex-end; margin-top: 5px;"><artifact-toolbar style="display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex: 1 1 0%; margin-left: -20px; padding-bottom: 10px; place-content: center left;" view="my-memories"><div class="toolbar-container" style="align-items: center; display: -webkit-flex; flex-flow: row nowrap; justify-content: space-around;"><span class="flex-item" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0060d7;"><span style="background-color: #f0f0f0; white-space: nowrap;">`</span></span></span></div></artifact-toolbar></div></div></div><div class="story-img-wrapper img-total-zero" style="background: rgb(236, 235, 234); color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 55px; max-height: 300px; overflow: hidden; text-align: center;"></div><div class="story-container" style="color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px;"><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">Andrew Johansen, the fifth son and seventh child of Niels and Ane Andersen Johansen, was born on 26 November 1870 at "The Bottoms," an area located a little west of Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah. His father lived the then-prevailing church law of polygamy and had two sisters, Ane and Andersina Andersen for his wives. Ane, Andrew's mother, lived on a farm at the Bottoms while Andersine (or Sena) and her children lived in Mt. Pleasant.
Andrew did not receive too much early schooling perhaps because of the distance to school or perhaps because he was needed to help on the farm. Although he was the fifth son, two boys had died while very young, and the oldest (Joseph) had married when Andrew was only seven years old; this left just Andrew and John to help on the farm and assume responsibilities when their father was not at home.
When Andrew was fifteen his mother died. She left her husband and a family of six living children..
Living just a few miles north of Niels Johansen's farm was another Danish convert and his family. Mons and Maren Katherine Pallesen (Jensen) Monsen had come from Denmark in 1879. Their oldest child, Annie, along with one brother had been born in Denmark. (The Monsens later had five additional children.) Andrew began "courting" Annie Monsen--taking her horseback riding, to the local dances and to church parties. Two days before Andrew's twenty-first birthday they went to the Manti Temple to be married.
After their marriage, Andrew and Annie purchased a farm on the Bottoms, but later acquired a home in Mt. Pleasant. In addition to farming, Andrew spent some time during their early married life herding sheep in Scipio. They lived in Mt. Pleasant for seventeen years and during this time Annie gave birth to six children: Fredrick Leo 10 February 1893; Andrew Orange 2 April 1896; Vienna 4 November 1899; Arda May 5 April 1901; Mons Neldon 1 April 1904; Ada Arvinna 2 January 1907. Two of the girls, Vienna and Arda May, passed away during this period and are buried in Mt. Pleasant. Vienna was just a little over four months old when she died of whooping cough and Arda May had heart trouble and passed away at the age of three.
In 1908 they heard of some land in the Uintah Basin that could be obtained if a person made the proper filing and then homesteaded it, continuing the necessary improvements. Andrew and his brother-in-law, Will Oman, (married to Andrew's younger sister, Annie) decided to investigate and they later filed on some land in Boneta, a community fifteen miles north of Duchesne, the county seat of Duchesne County. The two men left in the late winter or early spring for Boneta and built homes for their families. In April they returned to Mt. Pleasant for their families and traveled to Colton and thence to the "Basin." Their first home in Boneta was a one-room log cabin with a sod roof, dirt floor, and no windows. (It was located under the hill from their later large family home.) Conditions were very similar to those of the early pioneers of Salt Lake Valley. Sagebrush had to be burned and land cleared before any planting could be done. Some other settlers from Sanpete also joined them at about the same time.
There was no water so they had to haul it in. In the winter they melted snow. Then the men all went up to the Lake Fork River and made a canal. Even with the canal and new ditches, many areas were quite a distance from water and still had to haul it to their homes. Because of Indian treaties, Indians had priority on water rights and the settlers worked hard with their crops and meager water privileges. However, the Lord was sure with them and while Andrew didn't become a rich man of gold or silver, he did raise a posterity to honor his name. During this hard period of homesteading, there were few, if any, serious illnesses in his family. (Among his posterity three descendants are named after him: Andrew Orange Johansen, a son; Donald Andrew Johansen, a grandson; and Donald Andrew Johansen, Jr., a great-grandson.)
In 1911, Annie returned to Mt. Pleasant for the winter to await the birth of their seventh child. Leo had stayed in Boneta with his father and the other children accompanied their mother. On 25 February 1911 their last child, Mary Catherine, was born.
They first had a school in Boneta which also served as the church meeting place; later a chapel was built. At this time Andrew built a "townhouse" near the church and school for winter living and in the spring and summer, they moved to their farmhouse under the hill. Finally about eight or ten years after they had arrived in Boneta, they built a lovely four-room ranch house on a flat overlooking the surrounding area, and it was here Andrew spent the remaining years of his life.
Annie's brother, Orson Monsen's wife died in 1925 after giving birth to a baby boy. Andrew and Annie took the baby, Frank Monsen, into their home and loved and raised him as their own.
Andrew and Annie sent one son, Andrew Orange, on a mission and helped their other children in establishing their own homes. Andrew was generous with what he had although he was very quiet.
The following obituary was published at the time of his death: "Andrew Johansen, 68, one of Bonet'a earliest settlers, died suddenly at his home Sunday, July 23, 1939, at 4:15 P.M. ...Mr. Johansen had been suffering for several months from a serious heart ailment, but though he and his family had been warned his condition was serious, it was not expected that the end would come so soon. Sunday morning his son, Andrew Orange Johansen, of Logan, had arrived at the home and had suggested that his father and mother accompany him to Logan for a visit. Mr. Johansen seemed in good spirits and health as he prepared for the journey and all the members of his family were present to bid him goodbye as he left the house and entered his son's car. The car, with orange and his mother in the front seat and Mr. Johansen in the rear, had hardly traveled 100 yards when Mr. Johansen made some strange sounds that attracted his son's attention, and before the car could be brought to a halt he toppled over in the seat. Death apparently came almost instantly and the goodbyes Mr. Johansen had just given his family served as a goodbye for all time...
Although a staunch L.D.S., Mr. Johansen never made any effort to push into the limelight in church work or otherwise. he was known by all his neighbors and friends as a quiet man with little to say, but one who was always a good neighbor, ready and willing to take the share of all responsibilities and cares. he was loved and respected by the entire community."
Andrew's appearance was one of premature aging almost certainly coming from the hard pioneering work on his farm in Boneta. he carried the same appearance for years and never seemed to age any further than the first time you met him. He was a quiet hard-working man who never complained or spoke ill of anyone. His visits were always a treat to the grandchildren, and on one such visit, they brought a beautiful Christmas baby doll to their granddaughter, which she still treasures and holds dear. Andrew today (1968) has a posterity of 83; these and many other people will remember and hold dear the memory of Andrew Johansen.
Story submitted by Beverly Johansen Edvalson. (Beverly originally began compiling the Niels Johansen Family Record, then asked if I would take over. She deserves our thanks for her foresight.)</p></div>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-58659894008291023442023-03-01T01:00:00.008-07:002023-03-08T12:13:58.231-07:00Carl Gustave Bjelke and wife Mary Wall Bjelke ~~~ Pioneers of the Month March 2023<p>Carl Gustave Bjelke, son of Niels and Catherine was born in Malmo Sweden December 13, 1823. He learned the trade of shoemakers. He joined the Latter Day Saint Church in 1857 and immigrated to Utah in 1861, crossing the plains in an ox train under Captain Murdock.</p><p>After residing in Salt Lake for one year he came to Mt. Pleasant in 1862 and worked at his trade and on a farm.</p><p>When he landed in New York he had just 50 cents left and he gave that to a Danish emigrant whose wife and baby was ill.</p><p>He was the only one in his family to come to this country except for a cousin by the name Streeper whose posterity is living in Davis County.</p><p>He lived in the fort the first winter and the next winter he had a shop where the Texico Service Station now stands (no longer).</p><p>Anthon H. Lund who later became prominent in the Church lived here with him during the winter.</p><p>He served 3 and 1/2 years in the mission field in the old country before coming here and was the means of converting several families to the Gospel, who then came to Utah and were located in Fairview and Moroni.</p><p>Mr. Bjelke was married to Mary Wall in the fall of 63. Seven children were born to them and four of them passed away in infancy.</p><p>The couple moved to Moroni in 1866. That was the year the Black Hawk War was an uprising. The subject of this sketch is Captain Swenson Company. </p><p>After spending years in Moroni, they moved back to Mt. Pleasant where they resided ever since. </p><p>After coming back to Mt. Pleasant Mr. Bjelke worked with four other shoemakers: Hafen, Hendricksen, Nielsen and Omen to make shoes for the growing community.</p><p>He was one of the companies that built the amusement hall which was afterward sold to Duncan McMillan and became the Wasatch Academy and later the First Presbyterian Church. </p><p>He was also one of the first stockholders of the Snpete Coop in business 58 years.</p><p>Mr. Bjelke died in December of his 85th year. He belonged to the Kings Hussars while in Sweden </p><p><br /></p><p>(1823 to 1909)</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIy9m9ZA6D9hAlDFyDFZxsdN3JnpmREVW6TkCUGGTCMFEgZ6fVCUW68NA5g36zUSa0ASlhCrHUaKW3KaRd6T0N2qknqu197-SeNWGrMmXVoq_8TRvrJ4-oCqclqvx4cYqybyhe1bp07J46YVARn1NJFjYFo647GXvHzOCzDhDC__UQ1NYaE1BOWn9r7A/s2150/Bjelke,%20Carl%20Gustar%20%EF%80%A2%20Galbraith,%20Gern%20%20-2%20%20(Pioneer%20House%20Folder)_edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2150" data-original-width="1545" height="874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIy9m9ZA6D9hAlDFyDFZxsdN3JnpmREVW6TkCUGGTCMFEgZ6fVCUW68NA5g36zUSa0ASlhCrHUaKW3KaRd6T0N2qknqu197-SeNWGrMmXVoq_8TRvrJ4-oCqclqvx4cYqybyhe1bp07J46YVARn1NJFjYFo647GXvHzOCzDhDC__UQ1NYaE1BOWn9r7A/w628-h874/Bjelke,%20Carl%20Gustar%20%EF%80%A2%20Galbraith,%20Gern%20%20-2%20%20(Pioneer%20House%20Folder)_edited.jpg" width="628" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-26333600342691968352022-12-01T17:22:00.003-07:002022-12-05T17:24:13.123-07:00The Ellertson Family <p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Even though John and Gertrude Ellertson were not listed as Mt. Pleasant Pioneers, many of their family</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">were. And many of the family still live here in Mt. Pleasant.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Including Speakman, Reams, Barentsen,Syndergaard </span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEr3sLW62F8noJOKsOKl_V5M9MdWTTLYOtHQtKBD6Mfbzg70SyIayWfk0PEbTkVMmgpKEV9J6FDIc9mNYdPXyhF3_yZERFkrC4evzv8FVB5a8K36y4xHXmc87D9KEcpXKG53my-Mk9kNRVeIkdl4rUdGIluZ8DlyKf_DbvdKTCKr9w0gt-GWsLAma8/s2128/Ellertson,%20John%20and%20Gertrude_edited.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2128" data-original-width="1575" height="851" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEr3sLW62F8noJOKsOKl_V5M9MdWTTLYOtHQtKBD6Mfbzg70SyIayWfk0PEbTkVMmgpKEV9J6FDIc9mNYdPXyhF3_yZERFkrC4evzv8FVB5a8K36y4xHXmc87D9KEcpXKG53my-Mk9kNRVeIkdl4rUdGIluZ8DlyKf_DbvdKTCKr9w0gt-GWsLAma8/w587-h851/Ellertson,%20John%20and%20Gertrude_edited.jpg" width="587" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"> HISTORY OF JOHN EILERTSEN & GERTRUDE CHRISTENA LUND</p><p style="text-align: center;"> </p><p style="text-align: center;">by Ephraim Ellertsen</p><p><br /></p><p> John Eilertsen was born on 13 September 1823 in Carlsgave, Frederiksborg, Denmark, the son of Eilert & Barbara (Schadt) Henriksen. John’s father was a cottager and tailor in Carlsgave. </p><p><br /></p><p> Eilert & Barbara’s family consisted of 10 children, 2 of them dying in infancy. When John was seven years old his father died leaving his family of eight, with the youngest only four years old. Because of this death, the family became scattered very young. John left home between the ages of ten and thirteen years and went to Copenhagen where he learned the trades of blacksmithing and milling. After several years he seldom heard from his family.</p><p> His mother lived to be 92 years old. </p><p>On April 13, 1844 John Eilertsen married Gertrude Christena Lund, daughter of Hans Peter & Gertrude Margareth (Larsen) Lund. To them were born seven children, the first four being born in Denmark while the other three were born in America.</p><p><br /></p><p> In June 1850, Erastus and Willard Snow arrived in Copenhagen as missionaries. They became very dear friends to the Lunds and Eilertsens. Two of the Eilertsen children bear their names as also do some in the next generation.</p><p><br /></p><p> Gertrude Christena Eilertsen joined the Church with the first converts. Later that year (1850) John Eilertsen, his mother-in-law Gertrude Margareth Larsen Lund, and her children Hans Peter Lund and Barbara Christena Lund, and her step-children Lars Peter Lund and Angelica Christena Lund.</p><p><br /></p><p> John Eilertsen did some missionary work in Copenhagen and then, Friday morning November 7, 1854, John, his wife Gertrude Christena, three children, mother-in-law, and Lars Peter Lund set sail for America. Barbara Christenea Lund planned to come to America but at the last minute changed her mind and never did emigrate. Hans Peter Lund remained to do missionary work. He came to America in 1857 and returned on the second mission in 1860. The others believed in the Gospel taught by the elders but did not feel that it would be the right thing to give up all they had and emigrate.</p><p><br /></p><p> The Ellertsens spent their last night with Sophia Louise who after became the fifth wife of Apostle Orson Hyde.</p><p><br /></p><p> They sailed on the steamer “Cimbra”, under the direction of Peter O. Hansen. They safely arrived at Fredrickhaven on the east coast of Jutland where more emigrants joined them. Upon leaving there, a fierce wind began to blow. After several days of practically drifting around, the captain, though an experienced sailor, deemed it necessary to seek the nearest harbor in Norway. This brought them into a beautiful harbor called Mendel, surrounded by very high cliffs. In a few days, they again put out to sea. The captain soon learned that the change was only for a short spell. He then decided to go back to Mendal, but could not. They were forced to go back to Fredrickhaven, their first stopping point. They arrived there on December 9th, 1854. On the 20th they set sail again. The weather was worse than ever before. For two days the ship fought her way against the raging winds and was forced to start back. The wind suddenly changed, and immediately they steered for Hull landing there on the 24th of December. The following day they continued their journey by rail to Liverpool, England. </p><p><br /></p><p> They were checked to sail on the ship Helios, but because of the delay, they sailed on the James Nesmith. Captain Mills was secured for their company. They set sail from Liverpool on January 7, 1855. They landed in New Orleans on February 8, 1855.</p><p><br /></p><p>They sailed up the Mississippi, arriving at St. Louis, Missouri. In March they continued their journey to Mormon Grove, Weston, Missouri, where Norman Willard was born on the 16th of April 1855. They remained there for six weeks. From there they crossed the plains in Noah T. Guyman’s Company. They arrived in Salt Lake City on September 9, 1855. They lived in Salt Lake City on 3rd East Street between 7th and 8th South, in part of the home of Lars Peter Lund’s three daughters. Their mother had died while crossing the plains. Later John Eilertsen bought two lots between 9th and 10th East and 8th and 9th South Streets. They then moved o Spanish Fork in 1856 where they bought a home. </p><p><br /></p><p>It was there that John Louis and Ephraim were born. John Eilertsen’s mother-in-law died in Spanish Fork at the age of eighty in 1861.</p><p><br /></p><p> John Eilertsen was the first councilor to the Bishop, and his wife was the Relief Society President. He also married a second wife, Mary Hansen, and one son was born to them, John Paul Eilertsen.</p><p><br /></p><p> In January or April 1863 they moved to Spring City, Sanpete County, Utah, where they again bought a home and some farming land. From there they moved to Mona, Juab County, Utah in June of 1873. They owned a home on the main street and kept campers and travelers and also worked in the mercantile business. Gertrude Christena died there on March 26, 1900. He then married Christena Burrison but lived only one and one-half years after his marriage.</p><p><br /></p><p>Addendum:</p><p>1. From another letter, probably by Ephraim Ellertsen, states:</p><p>a. The father of John Ellertson died at age 50.</p><p>b. the children of John Ellertson were Henry Peter, Julian Barbara, </p><p> Hannah Rosetta, Erastus, Norman Willard, John Louis, and Ephraim.</p><p>c. Erastus died shortly before they came to America at one year of age.</p><p>d. Those remaining said the Lord had blessed them wonderfully and felt</p><p> they should stay and take care of it</p><p>2. The fifth wife of Apostle Orson Hyde was Sophia Margaret Lyon.</p><p>3. This history as relayed through the Ellertsen Family organization indicated</p><p> that the Eilertsen home in Mona is still standing and that it was purchased by Ray Newton in the winter of 1929 and has been remodeled. John Louis and his wife Eveline Dinitia lived in this home, after the death of their daughter Floosie Rosetta lived in the home. Mrs. Ray Newton was living in the home, in 1977.</p><p>4. The spelling of the Eilertsen name was changed to Ellertson. The descendant of John, Paul Ellertsen took the name of Ellison.</p><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Transcribed by Elaine Speakman</span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuCHEiPEsawdtKNRIe1UBLRxZkQz4A6LJKFKwuSxPPA5qi4nsIo6bfzi5UUiVdZC2eGaa-YOCtyr0Y-iVJo6UyZH7b31_yhjFFmi68wbgT8EIVcW1fnZ5jwS-IMqnAZ-HnKT1zPSzXFWUGGA_Cxb6EWtwmcDOZIfMJkijwMoY6QwcH3S5GVGON4WQ/s672/Ellertsen%20Olena%20obit.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="672" data-original-width="256" height="1105" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnuCHEiPEsawdtKNRIe1UBLRxZkQz4A6LJKFKwuSxPPA5qi4nsIo6bfzi5UUiVdZC2eGaa-YOCtyr0Y-iVJo6UyZH7b31_yhjFFmi68wbgT8EIVcW1fnZ5jwS-IMqnAZ-HnKT1zPSzXFWUGGA_Cxb6EWtwmcDOZIfMJkijwMoY6QwcH3S5GVGON4WQ/w421-h1105/Ellertsen%20Olena%20obit.JPG" width="421" /></a></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPRTOiQx5wTomCypbNHFc5x5Lk3yPi9v3LhlJctpuc-wAxOtvDEDqoWXW4cl34dr9HoApBxPGUoYEKWYRxQ3uvcifItOZ-UZO_-s_xaiI0SsKXz5D7TLiSUfsT64uQuNRsvKJDG9_bukpuCiw2oLVcx9K7HWZBdih07pwVy8D7yKugnlGmoEI9WtFD/s574/Ellertsen%20olene%20funeral.JPG" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="574" data-original-width="366" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPRTOiQx5wTomCypbNHFc5x5Lk3yPi9v3LhlJctpuc-wAxOtvDEDqoWXW4cl34dr9HoApBxPGUoYEKWYRxQ3uvcifItOZ-UZO_-s_xaiI0SsKXz5D7TLiSUfsT64uQuNRsvKJDG9_bukpuCiw2oLVcx9K7HWZBdih07pwVy8D7yKugnlGmoEI9WtFD/w408-h640/Ellertsen%20olene%20funeral.JPG" width="408" /></a></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcEZl_URjXdq1j_RzNXWp5YzX5tWMCRVfiErzX0X3SfqudgzI6D4Hcfq_mwYGCCnnHvMt8kl9J68Pz70SPsZ2NkIFJBDRnKQiyyg_xhEyAOlCfaPvZ96Z94gQjza-JR_V2Rs0-4ODrWXIcxrdzXUMxiLyELnB81BNCrf6VRBQUkOxdPxaCx2SX3Ys/s478/Ellertsen%20funeral.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="478" data-original-width="333" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcEZl_URjXdq1j_RzNXWp5YzX5tWMCRVfiErzX0X3SfqudgzI6D4Hcfq_mwYGCCnnHvMt8kl9J68Pz70SPsZ2NkIFJBDRnKQiyyg_xhEyAOlCfaPvZ96Z94gQjza-JR_V2Rs0-4ODrWXIcxrdzXUMxiLyELnB81BNCrf6VRBQUkOxdPxaCx2SX3Ys/w446-h640/Ellertsen%20funeral.JPG" width="446" /></a></div><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqyZcwRIQ717WliwM2IjObQjoNfsKcqAgWUuWXKKtLqpni55UUTs-m8QUsViGjnvO_RoMW8w8hjUvUdmnOfW8U1aZT_FUBA5ByoFC5Iu5iiKKv0v7qqrWu5wqOW92ykz3ujbrXdx20gtpk9j7Jf9yhW-SNF6szPkCoIzN4CKFPS-tk1AcPDt_VxcP/s2615/Neola%20graduate.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2615" data-original-width="1819" height="634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqyZcwRIQ717WliwM2IjObQjoNfsKcqAgWUuWXKKtLqpni55UUTs-m8QUsViGjnvO_RoMW8w8hjUvUdmnOfW8U1aZT_FUBA5ByoFC5Iu5iiKKv0v7qqrWu5wqOW92ykz3ujbrXdx20gtpk9j7Jf9yhW-SNF6szPkCoIzN4CKFPS-tk1AcPDt_VxcP/w442-h634/Neola%20graduate.jpg" width="442" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><artifact-viewers lang="en" style="color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"><story-viewer><div class="story-container" style="margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px;"><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">Neola Gertrude Ellertson Olson
One very special spiritual experience for Neola, occurred when she was twelve years old. Because her mother was the Relief Society president, she often attended the meetings to help with the music by playing the organ. She had been taught by her mother and was quite gifted. In one of the meetings, a woman stood and spoke in tongues. She said that Neola would one day cross the waters to preach the Gospel. Another woman then stood and gave the interpretation of this prophecy. This would indeed come to pass because she later served a mission for the Church in the Hawaiian Islands. A cousin who was in attendance at this meeting would later stand and relate the events at another church function. (Neola, my grandmother, told me this story.)
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margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2911" data-original-width="1951" height="910" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpgULTVq0bRQ5pnvPyla6IvRgvdy69Cv5GfdM0-Xf969RyqAWfLXVU6gEq3W9WvHmzrUnVhXuhcqI-_U0BZIIaMtlLA7AMYHujtxt1P6ih3ZjsTKenPCtWOoD5BwzWusSEV0k_EhD-Dsn6VFaZ5BCeIVa56b9PYi6pWfALb8Xihmbe4IKvkzaK5EjN/w609-h910/Ellertsen%20Military_edited.jpg" width="609" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Henry P. Ellertson<br />A veteran of the Indian War<br />listed ninth from the bottom <br /><br /><br />more information and pictures (including names)<br />can be found at: https://www.familysearch.org/photos/artifacts/17849010?p=40159700&returnLabel=Neola%20Gertrude%20Ellertson%20(KWCP-GDB)&returnUrl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.familysearch.org%2Ftree%2Fperson%2Fmemories%2FKWCP-GDB<br /></span></i><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-4031514346707808132022-11-01T00:00:00.007-07:002023-03-08T12:20:46.090-07:00Isaiah Cox ~~~ Pioneer of the Month ~~~ November 1, 2022<p> </p><div class="separator"><br /></div><p></p><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>One of Mt. Pleasant's First</b></span></h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sitting in our northeast room of the Relic House is a picture of Isaiah Cox.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We honor Isiah as the first pioneer baby born in Mt. Pleasant.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilSBBgYZY_IOIW9RtW_lihvQXH2rJ570G1SYtObUvUv7nI8BU3bJksZO5pVpNtZYFuXnfq2XcMohwAEy0_MSTjL26LiJL4BDuO5PYttwNWy86t5n7NpfxJ4PJXPTbID6nCc3zYeaYTtgcI8qnLNSsd-HT7esTsLslXhr6TO6e8bprdaOOdt4_pdL5Q/s1422/Cox,%20Isiah%20!st%20Born%20Mt.%20Pleasant,_edited.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1422" data-original-width="987" height="902" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilSBBgYZY_IOIW9RtW_lihvQXH2rJ570G1SYtObUvUv7nI8BU3bJksZO5pVpNtZYFuXnfq2XcMohwAEy0_MSTjL26LiJL4BDuO5PYttwNWy86t5n7NpfxJ4PJXPTbID6nCc3zYeaYTtgcI8qnLNSsd-HT7esTsLslXhr6TO6e8bprdaOOdt4_pdL5Q/w626-h902/Cox,%20Isiah%20!st%20Born%20Mt.%20Pleasant,_edited.jpg" width="626" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isiah Cox<br />First Born Pioneer Child In Mt. Pleasant <br /><br />~~~~~~~~</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9a5X3daflWedXDVIy3H1LNmL3XBH7m_Fpssp4SVJhvVEYvVIp6oJF4fvdndp2woVwI6gEFJcbWJVwyt5pfto5Ewp6ysaQ5rnjOxoqwvn7kSudWAjheMdqvAavediS-8ISHhdaRHOWk6A0XSFuF2hO9PmJyZfB_O-fmNl3sTXEoh_FtfX32qgXjyrT/s4000/lookout.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3938" data-original-width="4000" height="630" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9a5X3daflWedXDVIy3H1LNmL3XBH7m_Fpssp4SVJhvVEYvVIp6oJF4fvdndp2woVwI6gEFJcbWJVwyt5pfto5Ewp6ysaQ5rnjOxoqwvn7kSudWAjheMdqvAavediS-8ISHhdaRHOWk6A0XSFuF2hO9PmJyZfB_O-fmNl3sTXEoh_FtfX32qgXjyrT/w640-h630/lookout.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1894 Lookout Mountain<br /><h1 class="view-title" data-test="ArtifactTitle" style="color: #76a117; font-family: var(--fs-font-face-heading, Verdana, Ayuthaya, "HanaMinBFont", sans-serif); font-size: 2.143rem; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: 0.06rem; line-height: 2.5rem; margin: 0px; text-align: start;">1894/7: Elders at Lookout Mountain - Southern States Mission (6 July 1894)</h1><br />~~~~</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Isaiah was the son of Isaiah Cox Sr. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu0h25VwMEqgtBRtMEN3hIAzi1SqWF1622EYyr4TLfTfuS6uI177HohDxiBo9TUs6VwS_Ee2LJ36txvpqWPrE_o48Yp9maYm7beNr1IQs6qFmQoz0D595ERAiJRUP5IYuHBX4miBU8-K8_K6ow8e6pq5EEedE7Jse3TIz9MlWgPAUse_HX9H25hkBo/s1396/Isaiah%20Cox.png%20Sr..png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="810" data-original-width="1396" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu0h25VwMEqgtBRtMEN3hIAzi1SqWF1622EYyr4TLfTfuS6uI177HohDxiBo9TUs6VwS_Ee2LJ36txvpqWPrE_o48Yp9maYm7beNr1IQs6qFmQoz0D595ERAiJRUP5IYuHBX4miBU8-K8_K6ow8e6pq5EEedE7Jse3TIz9MlWgPAUse_HX9H25hkBo/w320-h186/Isaiah%20Cox.png%20Sr..png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isaiah Cox Sr. <br /><span style="color: red;">A History of Isaiah Cox Sr. will be posted tomorrow. <br />~~~~~~~~<br /><br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGjM4AvFBcTPI6UGSk-E6xg3HLYB7tNslg50PijPvACguRgjMCiNT5hyomGz-JcXaXu4wg4du5bj7RG37qREOo4RGKAWc3a4P1_rBsP51wAXFVB4omMStKMx50EcFAWuVVxx0w8nJqWLrwPKC8pGqn1SZIQShucSPqZ9HcHvX4RnynuyEtEBE0tTRW/s622/Death%20cox_1_edited.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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by Clesta Worthen Adams</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXGQkv5r4CN9sn0hSGoaE3tLYZ4aeSiDnfWOMXXklzMTLSryqfpYFbvWNp7sSkV8FKLDdPjHU2h5xyYN3A1u3PaBrI_27vithRBDV4GOlX7GVgp_pRTIyi9UorlK3pSlJWLMml4GQPzEhXESN61KhbHb7hmJ8A31V8iqSwFBR9GwFRUeUaZ5HTqs9l/s1311/Abbigail%20Bla;c.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1311" data-original-width="949" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXGQkv5r4CN9sn0hSGoaE3tLYZ4aeSiDnfWOMXXklzMTLSryqfpYFbvWNp7sSkV8FKLDdPjHU2h5xyYN3A1u3PaBrI_27vithRBDV4GOlX7GVgp_pRTIyi9UorlK3pSlJWLMml4GQPzEhXESN61KhbHb7hmJ8A31V8iqSwFBR9GwFRUeUaZ5HTqs9l/w308-h425/Abbigail%20Bla;c.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><br />
Abigail McMullin was born
in Payson, Utah County,
Utah, 12 November 1861.
Daughter of Willard Glover
McMullin and Mary Ann
Holmes. In December
1862 she moved with her
parents, who had been
called to colonize the
cotton mission, to
Harrisburg, Wash Co.,
Utah. Her father died on 18 Oct 1884. Her mother continued to live in Harrisburg for
several years and then moved to Leeds, Wash. Co. She
married Isaiah Cox, Jr., on 15 November 1882. They were the
parent of eight children:
Walter McMullin Cox, born 11 Aug 1883, at Leeds,
Washington, Utah
Mary Ann Cox, born 23 Jan 1885, at Harrisburg, Wash.,
Utah
Willard Glover Cox, born 13 Feb 1887 at Harrisburg,
Wash., Utah
Abbie Cox, born 1 June 1888, at Harrisburg, Wash., Utah
Wilford Fenton Cox, born 10 Aug 1890, at Harrisburg,
Wash., Utah
Lawrence Janes Cox born 4 March 1893 at Harrisburg,
Wash., Utah
Elson Holmes Cox, born 15 Oct 1896, at St. George,
Wash., Utah
Henrietta Cox, born 12 Apr 1900, at St. George, Wash.,
Utah
13
Abigail died of consumption 28 March 1904, at the very
young age of 43. Mary Ann Cox had just turned nineteen
at the time and took over in the home with much of the
responsibility of caring for the younger children until her
marriage later in the year. At that time she took Henrietta
(Etta) with her for several years. (I am Clesta Worthen,
daughter of Mary Ann Cox, and these are some of the
things I remember that my mother told me. ) She said her
mother, Abigail McMullin, was a very small woman, good
at handling her children. During her final illness, she
seemed to realize the danger of her disease infecting her
family and instructed the older children to dig a deep hole
away from the house and dispose of the waste that she
coughed up by burying it in the hole and covering it with a
layer of dirt each time.
Just before she died she called her family around her and
sat up in bed and appeared to be looking into the future as
she recited a poem about the future of her family. The
poem was not recorded, but my mother recalled that it told
of some of her sons going to foreign lands, which two of
them did. Wilford and Lawrence fought in France in World
War I. The poem was very unusual, as she was not a poet
- just seemed to be inspired at that time.
In My 1976 I wrote to Aunt Abbie Moore to see if she
remembered any of the poems her mother recited before
she died. This is all she could remember:
Children of Earth remember me
While on this land or on the sea
There is no better friend to thee
Than Father, Mother, and God, these three.<p></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">~~~~~~~~~</p></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yN_nrpFRv9hyC-X5DMedHb5MvW7vZpGE4zh-SVKk6ZgpVjb3_6duH88HU78dVqSB5--vm4Ms0D_Oc_0qvoyiKIEOz-xMRI4W6x72tCIZ1psKLumd_zSRSL7cRE110p3f-Q09rR3bX6gshn32q6MNrha-bCNqSat-HTq5h4Ke1Bi56Z9BzVbl7A2w/s3188/cox%20and%20middleton.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3188" data-original-width="1866" height="1154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0yN_nrpFRv9hyC-X5DMedHb5MvW7vZpGE4zh-SVKk6ZgpVjb3_6duH88HU78dVqSB5--vm4Ms0D_Oc_0qvoyiKIEOz-xMRI4W6x72tCIZ1psKLumd_zSRSL7cRE110p3f-Q09rR3bX6gshn32q6MNrha-bCNqSat-HTq5h4Ke1Bi56Z9BzVbl7A2w/w674-h1154/cox%20and%20middleton.jpg" width="674" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isaiah Cox Jr. and Anne Middleton </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="story-container" style="font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px; text-align: start;"><div class="story-title-container"><add-title style="color: #333331; font-size: 14px;" view-only=""><div class="add-title-wrapper"><h1 class="view-title" data-test="ArtifactTitle" style="color: #76a117; font-family: var(--fs-font-face-heading, Verdana, Ayuthaya, "HanaMinBFont", sans-serif); font-size: 2.143rem; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: 0.06rem; line-height: 2.5rem; margin: 0px;">Cox, Isaiah Jr.</h1></div></add-title><div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: flex-end; margin-top: 5px;"><artifact-toolbar style="display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex: 1 1 0%; margin-left: -20px; padding-bottom: 10px; place-content: center left;" view="my-memories"><div class="toolbar-container" style="align-items: center; display: -webkit-flex; flex-flow: row nowrap; justify-content: space-around;"><span class="flex-item" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0060d7;"><span style="background-color: #f0f0f0; white-space: nowrap;"> </span></span></span></div></artifact-toolbar></div></div></div><div class="story-img-wrapper img-total-zero" style="background: rgb(236, 235, 234); color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 55px; max-height: 300px; overflow: hidden;"></div><div class="story-container" style="font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px; text-align: start;"><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">MEMORIES OF MY GRANDFATHER,
ISAIAH COX, JR.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
by Clesta Worthen Adams</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
I was around ten years old when Grandpa Cox and Aunt Anna moved to St.George. They had been <span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">living in the Moapa Valley, </span><span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">Nevada. I recall him talking</span><span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;"> about raising cantaloupes.</span></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;"><span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">He said the ground got so it didn't produce well - got </span><span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">too hard - so he had the bright idea of plowing straw</span><span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;"> into the ground, and it produced much better.</span></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;"> He and Aunt Anna built a new home in St. George, in the
northwest part of town, and my father and mother built
next door to them. Grandpa had an old threshing machine
in his yard. He puttered around it a lot, hoping to invent
something better. He had a large Asparagus patch in his
yard and walked with his crop to Warren Cox's hotel. He
liked to sit on his front porch and read the scriptures.
While married to his first wife, Abigail McMullin, he was
called on a mission to the Southern states, and his family
had a real struggle while he was away. My mother told me
how little food they had. She was the oldest girl. He got
sick and had to return home.
I remember when Mt. Pleasant had some big celebration,
they asked him to come because he was the first white
child born in that town. I have the large photograph that
was taken of him at that time. Grandpa was a tall slender man with dark hair (originally).</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
I thought he was very nice-looking. He had a hearty laugh,
and I loved him. Apparently, he was quite a step dancer in
his day. Once in a while, we could talk him into dancing a
bit for us. He danced only with his feet - no arm
movements at all - and he sort of stayed more or less in the same spot. We liked to watch him. He lived long enough to have a five-generation picture taken. </p><div class="story-container" style="margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px;"><div class="story-title-container"><add-title style="color: #333331; font-size: 14px;" view-only=""><div class="add-title-wrapper"><h1 class="view-title" data-test="ArtifactTitle" style="color: #76a117; font-family: var(--fs-font-face-heading, Verdana, Ayuthaya, "HanaMinBFont", sans-serif); font-size: 2.143rem; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: 0.06rem; line-height: 2.5rem; margin: 0px;"><br /></h1></div></add-title></div></div><div class="story-container" style="color: #333331; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px;"><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">Isaiah Cox, Jr. was born 5 June 1859 at Mount Pleasant,
Sanpete Co. Utah
blessed 29 Apr 1860 by James N. Jones
Baptized 3 Oct 1867 by Daniel D. McArthur, Confirmed by the same man
Endowed 15 Mar 1877
Ordained and elder 15 Mar 1877 by his father</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
Married 15 Nov 1882 to Abigail McMullin in St. George Temple (She died 28 Mar 1904)</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;"> ~~~~~~~~~~</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">Married Anna Elizabeth Middleton 8 Feb 1912</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;"><br /></p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;"><span style="letter-spacing: -0.1px;">The first home I lived in was a rental at 364 W 200 N in St. George, Utah. I was brought there as a newborn infant and lived there for a few years. I don't remember living there but the couple living next door at 398 W 200 N became friends of our family for life. They were Isaiah and Annie Cox, better known to us as Grandpa and Aunt Annie. Isaiah had been married before and had children, that is why we called him grandpa. Aunt Annie married later in life and had no children. She sure knew how to spoil children though. Even after our family moved to another part of St. George, our family kept in close touch.
My mother wrote this in her personal history: When Darrell was two, a baby girl was born to us. We named her Mary Anne. Our next door neighbor, Aunt Annie Cox, fell in love with Darrell when he was five months old. She came to be such a special person in our lives. After Darrell learned to walk good, he would go over to Aunt Annie's every day. She made all his clothes. She played so many games with him. Any time he broke a toy, he would say, "No matter, Annie will fix it!' Grandpa Cox was sort of partial to Mary Anne. She always kissed him on the forehead where he didn't have whiskers. Grandpa Cox blessed Mary Anne when she was two months old. Darrell called himself Grandpa's 'feetheart' and Annie's 'pet'.
Mary Anne continues. I remember going to Aunt Annie's home often to visit after I grew older and we had moved to another neighborhood. My love for sugar sandwiches came from Aunt Annie. White bread spread with butter and sprinkled with sugar, then folded in half, is still a delicious favorite treat! Every time I eat a sugar sandwich, I think of Aunt Annie. ( It doesn't taste the same on whole wheat bread.)
One winter night, in the mid 1950's, my favorite cousin, Linda, and I slept over at Cox's. The bedroom was not heated so we slept with heated bricks wrapped in blankets to keep our feet warm. This was a unique experience for both of us, one we had heard about but thought only happened in our parents day.
Our breakfast was cooked on a wood stove before we woke up. In the warming oven at the top of the stove were bowls of piping hot cereal, fried eggs, bacon and white toast. We felt like royalty being served the finest breakfast ever. I ate breakfast with Aunt Annie many times after that! My mother had a modern electric stove so the warming oven was so quaint - as were the hot bricks to sleep with. My first taste of asparagus was at Aunt Annie's. I didn't like it, but I enjoyed picking it for her out of a large patch in her back yard.
I treasure a small crocheted multicolored purse Aunt Annie made for me and a glass dog figurine that she gave me because I liked it. Aunt Annie and Grandpa loved us and we loved them.
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Worthen <br />Richard G. Worthen<br />Margaret Worthen Terry<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGkcqzjKEYvtU782yQ0fx47lDYmTdmLX1OQG5a96XECV4FJnkkJ4LdnKLco7tULpY1KUxhOjdBkx9oGa06MZBAtRWpY4NZHOwdGvcHAb1M7fqVwKST0Us-_FWmy59-_MNExXC1C1NbblBI7fpSnsD0CQdl2K0L8iCcCVuIavoeixNcoYtx7rHRFHe/s3318/A%20Gatjeromg.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="656" data-original-width="3318" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGkcqzjKEYvtU782yQ0fx47lDYmTdmLX1OQG5a96XECV4FJnkkJ4LdnKLco7tULpY1KUxhOjdBkx9oGa06MZBAtRWpY4NZHOwdGvcHAb1M7fqVwKST0Us-_FWmy59-_MNExXC1C1NbblBI7fpSnsD0CQdl2K0L8iCcCVuIavoeixNcoYtx7rHRFHe/w1067-h210/A%20Gatjeromg.jpg" width="1067" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h1 class="view-title" data-test="ArtifactTitle" style="color: #76a117; font-family: var(--fs-font-face-heading, Verdana, Ayuthaya, "HanaMinBFont", sans-serif); font-size: 2.143rem; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: 0.06rem; line-height: 2.5rem; margin: 0px; text-align: start;">A gathering of early settlers outside the St George Tabernacle circa 1907</h1></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><br /><br />~~~~~~~~<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRpmqP512_4SjMldadsH22kqJCKQHhPnYhKeeTXHG9Wxi8fBdrHZ88NAGGj165GYJASU3np4Max_4bUmuOtirDGMsXdq3JNLhmmz-TixmsiTishd-HTtTarm4N973qDU7e_0maHyXV3sLFBgAzCPQcqW_BpiH9JH5Yt1861t5XIIQPFkokWnGgJASD/s1261/Isaiah%20Cox,%20Jr.%20&%20Anna%20Middleton.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1261" data-original-width="978" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRpmqP512_4SjMldadsH22kqJCKQHhPnYhKeeTXHG9Wxi8fBdrHZ88NAGGj165GYJASU3np4Max_4bUmuOtirDGMsXdq3JNLhmmz-TixmsiTishd-HTtTarm4N973qDU7e_0maHyXV3sLFBgAzCPQcqW_BpiH9JH5Yt1861t5XIIQPFkokWnGgJASD/w496-h640/Isaiah%20Cox,%20Jr.%20&%20Anna%20Middleton.jpg" width="496" /></a><br /><br /><br /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isaiah Cox Jr. and Annie Middleton </td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-right: 1em;"><tbody><tr><td class="tr-caption"></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td><td class="tr-caption"></td></tr></tbody></table><div><div class="story-container" style="color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px;"><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;"> My mother wrote this in her personal history: When Darrell was two, a baby girl was born to us. We named her Mary Anne. Our next-door neighbor, Aunt Annie Cox, fell in love with Darrell when he was five months old. She came to be such a special person in our lives. After Darrell learned to walk good, he would go over to Aunt Annie's every day. She made all his clothes. She played so many games with him. Any time he broke a toy, he would say, "No matter, Annie will fix it!' Grandpa Cox was sort of partial to Mary Anne. She always kissed him on the forehead where he didn't have whiskers. Grandpa Cox blessed Mary Anne when she was two months old. Darrell called himself Grandpa's 'feetheart' and Annie's 'pet'.
Mary Anne continues. I remember going to Aunt Annie's home often to visit after I grew older and we had moved to another neighborhood. My love for sugar sandwiches came from Aunt Annie. White bread spread with butter and sprinkled with sugar, then folded in half, is still a delicious favorite treat! Every time I eat a sugar sandwich, I think of Aunt Annie. ( It doesn't taste the same on whole wheat bread.)
One winter night, in the mid-1950's, my favorite cousin, Linda, and I slept over at Cox's. The bedroom was not heated so we slept with heated bricks wrapped in blankets to keep our feet warm. This was a unique experience for both of us, one we had heard about but thought only happened on our parent's day.
Our breakfast was cooked on a wood stove before we woke up. In the warming oven at the top of the stove were bowls of piping hot cereal, fried eggs, bacon, and white toast. We felt like royalty being served the finest breakfast ever. I ate breakfast with Aunt Annie many times after that! My mother had a modern electric stove so the warming oven was so quaint - as were the hot bricks to sleep with. My first taste of asparagus was at Aunt Annie's. I didn't like it, but I enjoyed picking it for her out of a large patch in her backyard.
I treasure a small crocheted multicolored purse Aunt Annie made for me and a glass dog figurine that she gave me because I liked it. Aunt Annie and Grandpa loved us and we loved them.
</p><div><br /></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-26541421918959707222022-09-30T23:31:00.012-07:002022-09-30T23:31:00.179-07:00<p> </p><p> <i><span style="font-size: large;">Eli Azariah Day was "Pioneer of the Month" in July 2011. I found more cute stories on Family Search.</span></i></p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/9004565961600797265" target="_blank">ELI AZARIAH DAY https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/9004565961600797265</a><br /></p><div class="story-container" style="color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px;"><div class="story-title-container"><add-title view-only=""><div class="add-title-wrapper"><h1 class="view-title" data-test="ArtifactTitle" style="color: #76a117; font-family: var(--fs-font-face-heading, Verdana, Ayuthaya, "HanaMinBFont", sans-serif); font-size: 2.143rem; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: 0.06rem; line-height: 2.5rem; margin: 0px;">Eli Azariah Day by Edith Larsen Baker</h1></div></add-title><div style="display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: flex-end; margin-top: 5px;"><artifact-toolbar style="display: flex; flex-direction: row; flex: 1 1 0%; margin-left: -20px; padding-bottom: 10px; place-content: center left;" view="my-memories"><div class="toolbar-container" style="align-items: center; display: -webkit-flex; flex-flow: row nowrap; justify-content: space-around;"><span class="flex-item"><br /></span></div></artifact-toolbar></div></div></div><div class="story-img-wrapper img-total-one" style="background: rgb(236, 235, 234); color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: 0px 55px 25px; max-height: 300px; overflow: hidden; text-align: center;"><img id="124298" src="https://sg30p0.familysearch.org/service/records/storage/dascloud/patron/v2/TH-231-35300-51-99/thumbMobile.jpg?ctx=ArtCtxPublic" style="margin: 0px auto; max-height: 300px;" /></div><div class="story-container" style="color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px;"><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
Eli was born in Springville, Utah on September 23, 1856, to Abraham Day and Charlotte Melland Day. His father had two wives, Charlotte being the 2nd wife, and they all lived together in the same house at first. His only memory of Springville was when he and three of his brothers tried to follow their father into the field, but they wandered out into the south bench above town and became lost in the sagebrush and cedars. He was only three years old and was so frightened that he never forgot this experience.
While he was still three years old, his father moved Charlotte and her children to Mt. Pleasant where they had a small adobe home that had been purchased from Nathan Staker (Eli’s future father-in-law).
Eli remembered that he got his first “pants” at age five. Up until that time he wore the usual “sissy clothes” that all children wore, whether boys or girls. One Sunday while he was still in his “sissy clothes” (about four years old), his mother sighed and said, “Oh I wish I had a fish for my dinner.”
“Mother, make me a fish hook and line and I will catch one for you,” replied the child.
“Alright, hand me my workbasket,” the mother said.
With Eli’s help, she doubled and twisted spool thread and soon had a fishing line for him. She put some little pieces of lead on it for sinkers and bent a pin for a fish hook and took a cork from a bottle for a float. Eli got a dry willow for a rod and, with a piece of fat pork for bait, he was ready to catch his first fish.
“Eli,” said his mother, “go to the fishing hole, let the hook into the water at the head of the hole and allow it to float on the cork to the end of the hole. When the cork bobs under three times, jerk!” Eli walked to the well-known fishing hole and did as he had been directed. He pulled up a nice little fish, but did he touch it? No! But quickly climbing the bank, holding it out at full length, skirts swishing about in the breeze and shouting at every jump, he made his way back.
“I’ve got one Mother! I’ve got one Mother!” Yes, he had a little trout about ten inches long, and his mother had a “fish for her dinner.”
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Eli was very excited to be able to start school, and his favorite subject was history. Also, he loved to recite and sing in school and in other places, although he was very bashful and would “blush like a girl.” His mother and his sister Dora taught him long recitations such as “God Made the Old Man Poor” and “The Boy Stood on the Burning Deck.” Eli had very few books to use and had to borrow books to get his lessons from. Blackboards were almost unknown in these pioneer schools. Eli also spent a lot of time as a child herding in the fields barefoot. While herding in the spring or fall, he would often catch big green frogs, so then they would have roasted frog legs – a tasty treat.
Eli’s love of reading history once nearly got him into trouble. All his older brothers had gone to work in the mining camps, and Edwin was wanting to go, too. Eli asked him why he wanted to go to such places and Edwin said that he wanted to learn something of the world. Eli said, “That is the worst part of the world. I can get more and better knowledge of the world in one hour from reading history than you could get in all summer in one of those rotten holes they call a mining camp.” Sometime later, his older brother Ira, having heard what he had said, threatened to beat him up for that opinion. It didn’t happen, but Eli said that he would have fought for his belief that reading was the better way.
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Eli and most of his friends loved to go fishing, but they couldn’t afford the 25 cents for a store hook and line, so they would make fishhooks out of pins, wire, or needles. One day a boy named Neal Christofferson teased Eli to kick Will Morrison, saying he would give Eli a “store hook and line” if he would do it. Eli was human, and he succumbed to the temptation. It brought on a fight – the only fight Eli was ever ashamed of. Not that he got licked! No, it was because he had let a boy persuade him to pick a fight. Eli later asked for Will’s forgiveness. He always believed that it was “low down” to pick on anyone, entirely wrong to fight with his brothers, and a cowardly act to strike a girl or woman. If girls gave him a bad time or struck him, Eli would take revenge by kissing them!
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In 1865 and 1866, the Black Hawk War was on and the Indians made many raids, stealing cattle and horses, killing people, burning houses, etc., making scary times for the children who were forbidden by parents to go away from the town. It was at this time that Eli developed a strong fear of the dark, which bothered him until he finally conquered it as a grown man. It was also during this time that Eli and a large group of boys went out south of the town graveyard to swim in an adobe hole that they had filled with water. They left their clothes lying on the banks. Suddenly, the bass drum boomed from the public square and the flag was run up to the top of the library pole! An Indian raid somewhere! Did those boys stop to put on their clothes? No! They grabbed their clothes and scampered for a town as fast as their legs would carry them! They stopped at the edge of the town to dress, thankful that they were alive.
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When Eli was eleven years old, he was working for a neighbor named Andrew Peterson. This Peterson had a mule named Mary that would nearly always buck if she was ridden fast. One day, Peterson took Eli fishing with him – Eli riding the mule. They fished until late in the day, catching quite a lot of fish, and started for home after the sun was down. Peterson had a good saddle on his horse and rode on ahead, leaving Eli behind on the tricky mule. Remember – Eli was afraid of the dark. He was more afraid of the dark than he was of the mule, so he tried to make her go fast in order to catch up to Peterson. Of course, the mule threw him off, and he hurt his ankle badly (it was most likely broken). Peterson took him crying to his mother, who tied up the ankle. But he was suffering terribly with it, so after a short time, Charlotte dug some of the burnt adobe off of the back of the fireplace, pulverized it, making a poultice of it for his ankle. The pain soon eased and he was asleep in about 15 minutes. Amazing!
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Every spring and fall, the cattle were all rounded up from the range and separated according to brand. At one of these cattle “drives,” Eli and his friend Will McArthur had climbed up the south gate of the old fort and were watching the cattle pass in and out. Perched up there twelve feet high, they were enjoying themselves until a boy from Moroni, a little larger than they, came along. This boy had an ox whip with a buckskin lash about five or six feet long and stock about the same length. He was showing off with his big whip. When he saw the two boys up on the gate, he walked over and ordered them down, threatening them with the whip. They refused to come down, and he began lashing them. Eli ordered him to stop or he would get down and lick him. But he did not scare worth a cent, but continued using his whip on them. Well, Eli came down, but the boy looked pretty big to him. To try to get out of it, he walked near and said, “If you lash me again, I will lick you.” He did, and the tussle was on. Eli soon had him down and crying. George Cantland pulled him off, and that Moroni boy gave Eli the “worst cussing” he ever had, promising that if Eli ever came to Moroni he would beat him to death. Eli was actually afraid to go to Moroni for years after without a good escort!
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At a Fourth of July celebration in 1866, Eli ran in a sack race and won first prize – a beautiful chrome picture of roses. He prized it highly and his mother hung it on the wall. Some time later, an old woman came to the Day home. She was a good friend of Eli’s mother and she was moving away. She wanted something to remember Charlotte by. Charlotte asked her what she would like and, after looking around, she chose Eli’s picture of the roses. Charlotte gave it to her. Eli’s heart was nearly broken, but he didn’t say a word about it. What self control for a boy so young! He doubtless never forgot the hurt, though.
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Now for a couple more fish stories. One day while Eli was about ten years old, he started up Pleasant Creek, fishing with his homemade hook and line. He came upon several boys fishing in a large hole. Most of these boys had store hooks and lines and some of the boys were older than Eli. There was a large trout in the hole and the boys had gathered to try to catch it. Eli joined them and, as luck would have it, he caught the big fish. It was nearly one-and-a-half feet long. Some of the other fellows were angry at him and jealous because he had caught it with a needle hook. They went on up the stream together, keeping together because of Indian fears, and then they returned to town. One of the big boys then took Eli’s big fish from him, mutilated and soiled it until it was worth nothing, then grudgingly let Eli get it back. But Eli didn’t go home entirely empty-handed – One of the Northbend boys traded him the bodies of his fish for the heads of Eli’s fish so that he could show off.
Another day, Eli’s older brother Ira said to him, “Rye (they called him that – short for Azariah), let’s go fishing in Sanpitch today.”
“I haven’t got a fish hook and line,” said Eli.
“Well,” replied Ira, “I’ve got two store hooks and lines and you may take one of them and fish on shares. You may have half the fish you catch. You have the first, me the second, you the third, me the fourth, etc.”
“Alright,” said Eli. “I will go with you.”
They went up to the river and began to fish. Luck seemed to favor Eli, as the first trout was quite large, the second a little smaller, the third a trifle larger, the fourth some smaller, and so on to the eighth. When they were ready to go home, Ira looked at Eli’s string of fish which were larger than his and he said, “Rye, I will give you that fish hook and line for your four trout.”
“All right, sir!” was the ready reply. What a lucky day for Eli! He had earned a 25 cent store hook and line! But neither the day nor the luck was ended yet. On their way home, as they got to the bend in the river, they found two or three other boys fishing and very excited. They said to Eli and Ira, “Don’t go home yet! There is a trout in this hole as long as a man’s leg!”
“How do you know he is as long as a man’s leg?” was the question.
“We have pulled him to the top of the water two or three times!” was the answer.
There was no question about – they could not go off and leave such a fish as that loose in the Sanpitch River, so they baited their hooks and joined in the fishing. The other boys were so excited that when they felt the fish take hold of their bait, they jerked at once, and so they would lose him.
It was not long until the fish took hold of Eli’s bait. He managed to restrain himself until the fish had the bait well into his mouth, then he jerked with all of his strength. It took all his power to get the fish out of the water. Was it as long as a man’s leg? Well, not quite, but it was the largest trout that Eli ever saw caught with a hook. Was Eli proud? As proud as a peacock. He had earned a store hook and line and caught the biggest fish of his life. He later wrote: “Don’t talk of your lucky days unless you can equal that one.”
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As a small boy, Eli remembered several times when Brigham Young visited Mt. Pleasant and he was able to shake the prophet’s hand. He never missed an opportunity to attend meetings when Brigham Young was there.
When Eli was about 12 years old, he and his brother Herbert took six traps into the hills and came back with six coyotes. They sold the skins to the Co-op Store for 50 cents each. Eli asked his father to buy an ax with his share of the money. This was a splendid ax and Eli used it in the woods for many years.
One fall, Eli and his brother Herbert were going for a load of wood. When they got nearly to their destination, Eli discovered that his ax was missing. He told Herbert to go on ahead, as he wanted to go back and find his ax. Eli was not fourteen years old. As he went along, looking for his ax, he promised the Lord that if He would help him find the ax, he would thank Him in vocal prayer. Well, he did find the ax, and then he had a problem on his hands that made him tremble. He had never prayed vocally before, and to kneel down in secret seemed to him a very difficult task. After walking slowly along for some time, he at last plucked up enough courage to kneel down in the dust of the road and pray to his Heavenly Father and thank Him that he had found his ax. That was the beginning of Eli’s secret prayers, and he later said that from then until he was eighty years of age, he very seldom missed praying secretly every day.
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Another time when Eli and Herbert were going after wood, they saw a couple of boys just ahead of them also going after wood. One of the boys came back to ride with them, to be sociable, but Eli did not like the story that he told them. He related how he and his brother-in-law had gone into the cedar hills and found several hundred cedar posts that had been cut and piled by John Hasler, a poor cripple. These young men had hewed of the old ax marks from the posts so as to make them appear like new posts, and hauled them home. Eli felt awfully indignant, although he said nothing. Later Eli said to Herbert that he was going to report the fellows, but Herbert talked him out of it. Well, Eli lived to regret his decision. It wasn’t long after that that Eli and his father spent six weeks cutting poles, only to have the same thieves haul away nearly all of their poles, disguising them in the same way they had John Hasler’s posts. Eli and his father rode over to the thieves’ place and they were sure they could identify their poles, but his father would not prosecute.
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When Eli was about fourteen, his sister Dora’s first baby had a large swelling on her neck which made her suffer greatly. It got worse until Dora brought her to Charlotte’s house, crying, and asked Eli to lance it for her. He hesitated, but she insisted, so he took an old jack knife from his pocket and sharpened the end the best he could. Dora let her mother hold the baby, and she herself ran around behind the house so she wouldn’t have to watch. Eli struck the swelling once with his improvised lancer, the baby screamed, and Dora flew back to look at his cruel work. She saw a drop or two of blood on the swelling, grabbed the baby, said some unkind words to Eli, and went off to her home in a fury. About two hours after that, she came back very pleased and thanked Eli for what he had done. He had cut through the outer skin, and in just a little while the swelling had opened and run a lot of pus. So the pain was relieved and the baby was sleeping. Now Eli was a doctor! What would he be next, he wondered?
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Eli did not do a great deal of hunting for game, but one day after the day’s plowing was done, he and his brother Edwin took the horses to the pasture along the river for the night. There Eli saw a lot of ducks swimming on a pond, so he said to Edwin, “I am going to get the old musket.” (It was the gun his father had used in coming across the plains to Utah.) He retrieved the gun, powder horn, caps, and shot and hurried back to the pond. The ducks were waiting. He sneaked up until he was close enough for a good shot. Taking careful aim from a kneeling position, he fired. What a fluttering and swimming there was! Not one duck flew! He jumped up and ran toward the ducks, shouting to Edwin, “You get what you can from this side and I will run around on the other side and get them.” With the help of a pole, they managed to get all the ducks that were in the water – seven in all.
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One time, Eli’s mother gave him a piece of ground and told him that if he would spade it up, he might have what he raised for his own. That pleased him and he went to work with a will, fertilizing, weeding and watering. He raised some beautiful melons. A few days before they were ripe, he was coming home from town one evening with his brother Ira. Ira coaxed him to go into a neighbor’s lot and steal gooseberries. Eli was not very old, but he knew better than that, but he did it anyway. Shortly afterward, he went into his melon patch, thumped them and decided that they were ready to eat, or at least some of them were. The next Sunday he would give his family a melon treat. But alas! When Sunday came, he took a look at his melons and found only stomped vines and smashed melons. His heart was completely broken, but as he gazed in sorrow upon the wreck, the thought came to him: “What did you do a short time ago in your neighbor’s lot? Now you know how it feels to have your garden robbed.” And so Eli vowed that he would never do such a thing again. It was a lesson well learned and well remembered.
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An experience that exemplifies Eli’s feelings about fighting with his brothers happened when he was about fifteen. He and Herbert were working building a fence, when they got into an argument about something and Herbert called him a d_____ liar. Eli flew at him, grabbed him by the throat with his left hand and drew back his right fist to strike him, when something inside him seemed to say, “He is your brother.” Eli dropped both hands and stepped back, saying, “If you were not my brother, I would make you take that back or take a licking.” Herbert just stared at him in wonder.
Eli was just barely sixteen when his mother died. Just before she died, she called him to her and asked him to kiss her, which he did. It was the first and only time he remembered kissing her in life. He loved her very dearly and knew that she returned his love with interest, but he had never been much for kissing anyone. As she lay in her coffin, he kissed her again, and felt a terrible, sorrowful shock, for her lips were so cold.
Shortly after the funeral, Eli’s father said he had some work that needed to be done on Sunday in order to be prepared for the threshers who were coming on Monday. He offered to pay Eli $1.50 if he would do this work. He had never offered to pay Eli for any work before, so it came as a surprise, but Eli instantly answered, “No, I will not go and work on Sunday for $1.50. The work has to be done, and I will go and help you do it, but not for money.” He felt that if he did it for money he would be breaking the Sabbath, but that if he went for free, he would only be helping to “pull an ox out of the mire.”
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Now that his own mother was dead, Eli and his brothers and sisters lived with Abraham’s first wife, Elmira. They called her Aunt Elmira or Mother. Charlotte had left a young baby, and losing his mother’s milk was hard on him. The baby pined away in spite of all Elmira could do and died about three months after his mother.
Eli’s half-brother Ira had come home from working in the mines. It seemed to Eli that he and Edwin had to do all the chores and farm work of the winter, while Ira had a jolly good time spending his money in the town, smoking, drinking, dancing, etc. Eli’s sister Flavilla was now a young woman and did a lot of the heavy work around the house. One Sunday she stayed overnight with her sister Dora, and Ira was angry that she wasn’t there to wait on him. Eli was getting upset at the foul way Ira was speaking of his sister. Soon Ira said with an oath, that if she did not do better, he would drive her from home. At that, Eli jumped up and said, “Look here, Ira Day, when it comes to that, two can play at that game. I give you to understand that this is our home and that you are working here as a hired hand and you can not drive us away.”
“Oh,” said he, “You think you are so smart, don’t you. You have a little brother (referring to Herbert) who thinks he is smart too. I would like it for a breakfast spell to lick both of you every morning.” Eli went to the door and said, “If you want to lick me, just step outside here and do it now. I’ll soon show you that you can not do it – right now. You can’t come around here abusing my sister and get away with it so easy.” Flavilla told Eli that he had talked abusively to her all the way from town. Eli had never been so angry before in his life! Neither Eli’s father or Aunt Elmira would take any part in the argument. Flavilla made up her mind to leave home, and Eli was unable to talk her out of it.
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Not too long after this, Eli was working at a sawmill helping to saw up some timber with a rip saw. He was attempting to clean out the sawdust that was clogged in the saw, and raised his head a little too high and the saw scalped the left side of his head just above his ear. The scalp dropped down over his left eye and the blood spurted about six feet. A woman held his head on her lap while one of the men sewed up the wound. Then they bandaged his head and sent for the ox team to take him into town. Eli wanted to pray in secret. He said he would walk down the hill and wait for the wagon at the bottom. On the way down, he prayed sincerely to his Heavenly Father for a blessing at his hands. While waiting at the foot of the hill, his head began to bleed again, so he went to a cold spring to bathe his head, which only made it bleed worse.
On the way to town, Eli’s head kept bleeding worse and worse. They stopped two or three times and he got out and soaked it with cold water which made it bleed worse. Eli asked the man with him if he could not do something to stop the bleeding, but he said no. Eli was beginning to feel weak and faint. He did not know what to do, but knew that something must be done if he were to live. Finally he unpinned the outer bandage and took it off. He then asked his companion to stop and put it on again, drawing it as tight as possible. This soon stopped the bleeding.
Eli was taken to Dora’s home, and his father and Aunt Elmira soon came. Many others also came, among them an old quack doctor and an old Danish lady called the Danish Doctor Woman. The Danish woman told them that the wound should be opened up, cleaned, and broken bones taken out, but they did not listen to her and it was left wrapped up. Every night someone would sit up with Eli and put rags dipped in disinfectant on the wound. Dora dressed the wound every day. As the wound healed, a piece of his old black felt hat, sawdust, and pieces of bone all came out of it. Eli rested the rest of that summer and decided that he would like to go in the fall to the University of Deseret (now the University of Utah) to learn to be a school teacher. His father said that he thought he could support him in this.
Eli arranged to go to Salt Lake with Bishop Seely who was going there. Just as they were about ready to leave, Eli’s brother Ephraim came with the news that their father would not be able to support him after all. Both boys felt very bad about this. Eli studied hard and received a teaching diploma in June of 1876 – the first year that these diplomas were given at the University of Deseret. While at the university, Eli was given an assignment by an atheist teacher. He was to write about the origin of language according to the Darwin theory of evolution. Eli found that he could not write about something he did not believe, so he decided to write about the origin of language according to the Bible ideas. Everyone was much shocked at his audacity, but then they all admired him for his courage.
It was also during this year at the University that Eli had an experience that was very frightening. One afternoon he was walking down the sidewalk opposite the big ZCMI store, when there was a deafening explosion – the whole earth seemed to shake and the glass from the windows began falling almost on his head. Then came another explosion, followed by two more so close together they seemed to be one. Looking north of the city, Eli could see a huge volume of black smoke rising from Capitol Hill. He at once thought of the terrible volcano that buried the city of Pompeii, and he turned to run down the street to safety. But he heard someone shout, “The Arsenals have exploded!” The Arsenals were four log buildings on Capitol Hill in which powder and explosives belonging to the merchants of Salt Lake City were stored. Two young men who had been hunting in the vicinity were blown to bits in the explosions. A crowd of boys were playing baseball not so far away. The explosion knocked them flat, but miraculously they escaped unhurt. A lady was drawing water out of a well and a rock struck her in the back and killed her. One little boy had the lobe of an ear cut off with a rock. Many people thought the end of the world had come and began to pray mightily.
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After his graduation, Eli took a position teaching school in Mt. Pleasant. Eliza Jane Staker was hired to teach the younger students, and it was not long before they were married. Sometime later, Eli and his family moved to Fairview where he again taught school. It was there that he met and married his second wife, Elvira Euphrasia Cox, who was also a teacher.
When the laws were passed against polygamy, Eli and his wives had a hard time of it. Eli at one time spent six months in prison and often had to go into hiding. He would spend one week with Eliza and one week with Euphrasia whenever he could. They had many hard times. Euphrasia finally got a divorce from Eli – a situation that was undoubtedly hard on them both.
Eli taught piano lessons all his life and led the ward choir. He filled a six-month mission for the Church and spent his later years working in the Manti Temple. Eli Azariah Day died November 23, 1943 at the age of 87 and was buried in the Fairview Cemetery. His daughter Ellis wrote of him: “Mealtime there was a time of happiness. Father led conversations on subjects of interest to his family. Never were criticisms of others allowed in our discussions. Father told us stories of historic or scientific interest, but above all we were taught the Gospel of Jesus Christ. . . . During his last days upon earth which were spent in my home, he read several hours a day and did not use glasses. Because of his reading, he was a well-educated man. He could discuss science, history, literature, religion with equal effectiveness. Father was always kind, his discipline was firm but not harsh. He always encouraged the children of the neighborhood to come to our home and all were made welcome. His sense of humor made him an interesting companion. We often gathered around the old organ and sang while he played the accompaniment for us. . . . He was progressive, industrious, honest and charitable. His greatest desire was to set an example to his children and others that was worthy of emulation.”</p></div>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-80683001107060823492022-08-31T23:42:00.001-07:002022-09-15T23:43:12.593-07:00George Christensen<p> </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir58pDhWZXZmR3mdgEhjbfjZhyBxe74PlCWj_WXeL9cFab5p7P1IHiaAjvGC4paF3JDYAPCeCROnAIBIkBzqj5TO5ddOZD78hKs1J94jPfkAyVNW2NvDP-cF_EHBiGLBbqYdJkcfd-28E/s1600/Christensen,+George.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir58pDhWZXZmR3mdgEhjbfjZhyBxe74PlCWj_WXeL9cFab5p7P1IHiaAjvGC4paF3JDYAPCeCROnAIBIkBzqj5TO5ddOZD78hKs1J94jPfkAyVNW2NvDP-cF_EHBiGLBbqYdJkcfd-28E/w290-h400/Christensen,+George.jpg" width="290" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George Christensen </td></tr></tbody></table></div>
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He was the third and youngest son of Margretha and Rasmus Frandsen. He was born into a polygamous home, as there were 10 children in 12 years to the two sister wives. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>During these 12 years, the third wife gave birth to four children. She had six children later. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>It was a busy household. Willard spent many years on the floor of the large living room and kitchen with his homemade toys. While his mother churned, sewed, baked, and ___, he loved the beehive of activity. He always dreaded the days his mother was away caring for the sick or just visiting. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>His dresses were kept clean (boys wore dresses until they were six years old) and his soft white curly hair, which he wore in ringlets, was washed every Saturday night when the family bath hour arrived. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He loved to eat. He always enjoyed the crisp carrots they grew in the garden and especially the Codling and Sweet Bough apples that grew in the orchard. He was always hungry. He lived across the street from the school. Many times he would take a sandwich to eat at recess and then go home for dinner. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He loved the farm animals, especially horses. When the men rode away to fight the Indians, it was his greatest desire to get big so he could ride away on a fast horse. His father had chosen horses for this purpose. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>At the early age of six years, he herded the cows in the field. He loved the cows, but his stick horse became rather boring. Catching frogs was his favorite pastime. At times, he would get so interested his cows would stray and he would be worried until he found them. He loved to catch birds. The birds would make their nests in old tree stumps. He would thrust his hand in quickly before the bird had a chance to fly out. One day a large black snake wound itself around his arm. Its ugly head was near his face. After that, he was more cautious about catching birds. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>At times he would go with his father at haying time. He would help rake the hay his father had cut with the ____. All the men would set the day for haying. They would go to the open fields and cut fast for all they cut was ends. It was hard work with but little rest while the race was on. The boys enjoyed seeing their fathers cut more than their neighbors. Also enjoyed the huge lunches and jugs of homemade beer brewed especially for the occasion. Too much water made the thirsty men ill. When the new invention of unloading hay with a fork came his father would not accept it. He said that it was a sign of laziness and anyway he could pitch the hay off the load faster. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He loved the Indian stories his father would tell after a scrimmage. When they became friendly came to the homes and begged. One day his father was giving an Indian some flour and he stuck his hand in the flour and the Indian slapped him. He never forgot the result. While he was herding he often came in contact with the Indians as they crossed the fields going to town. He learned many of their customs and spoke a good deal of their language. One day he was hanging around their camp watching them prepare a meal of cricket soup. He was playing with the Indian boys when the father invited him to eat. He was afraid to say no as they were easily provoked and he didn’t want trouble. The soup went down but he didn’t want a second helping. Because of his acquaintance with the Indians, Brigham Young sent him to Indianola to get the Indians to come to Mount Pleasant to sign the peace treaty with Black Hawk. This treaty was signed in the Bishop Seeley home, now the Mount Pleasant Relic Hall. <span style="color: #2b00fe;"><i> (folklore)</i></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He went to school in several different buildings in Mount Pleasant. He finished the eighth grade. One time he climbed on his father's chicken coop and found a piece of mirror in the sun and into the teacher’s eyes. He was immediately caught and given a sound whipping with a hickory stick which the teacher kept on hand for such tricks. He went to Provo where he attended the Brigham Young Academy. He was a good student and always loved to read. He often quoted from his teacher, Karl G. Maeser. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He was an active boy. He loved to play with the neighborhood children. Run Sheep Run and Kick the Can be favorite games along with Ball and Tap Cat. He loved to dance. He often paid his ticket with a post or bushel of potatoes he had earned by hard work. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>It was at a dance he met Bothilda Hansen. It was no easy matter to court her as she lived three miles west of town. But loved the horseback ride, which was his only means of transportation. She would always carry her dress. She would always wear something warmer for riding and she must keep her lovely dress fresh and clean for dancing. Many nights after Choir practice he would pick her up on his horse and they would ride the long distance on one horse. She would always ride side-saddle. He loved his horses and always kept them clean and well-groomed. He felt a man was judged by the way he kept his horses. Sleigh riding was a favorite pastime. The bobsleigh was made ready with straw and quilts and hot rocks. Then it filled with young people. After a few hours of riding, the gang would go to Bothilda’s place or some other home for donuts and buttermilk or homemade beer if the girl could talk her mother into it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>At the age of 23, he married Bathilda. The date was 24 June 1886. This was a very happy relationship. She was a good housekeeper, cook, and mother. She loved to sing. She was the daughter of James Hansen. He played the violin at the dances and led the choir. They continued their love for dancing and horseback riding all through their lives. They were on the dance floor at the Church Parties, old folks parties, and masquerade balls. And would often waltz in their own home by music from the radio when they were in their early 60s. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>They spent the first year of their married life in his mother’s home as the house was large and the family is mostly gone. During this yar, Willard built the one-room frame house on the Homestead farm north of town. They moved into it soon after their first child, Farrie was born. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The farm was in its primitive state. It was covered with sagebrush even higher than their heads. Much hard work was required to get the land in shape to be cultivated. The bush was grubbed and stacked in piles by hand. In the evening the piles were set on fire and burned, much to the delight of the children. Potatoes and onions were roasted. The hard work was turned into fun and frolic. Mother’s flowers made the desert farm blossom as a rose. New rooms were added to the house as the family grew larger. Eight children, to boys and six girls, were born and raised in this house, just outside the city limits. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Willard was very good and kind to his family always wanting them to have the things he had missed in life. Willard spent his summers on the farm and his winters on the desert herding sheep. He had invested his hard-earned savings in sheep and was anxious to see them thrive and produce well. This was difficult work. Horses and wagons were used to haul food and supplies. This was difficult work. Tents were used for sleeping. Most of the cooking was done in the open. Dutch ovens and open kettles were their utensils. Many nights the young wife spent in tears when a letter was received saying that he had gone to bed with his eyes full of ashes and belly full of burned bread. Then in the hard times of Pres. Cleveland and the panic of 1893, prices were low and the winter was hard. The expenses were too great. The result was the complete loss of his sheep. This was a hard blow, as he now had a family of several children to support. His wife, Bothilda, took on sewing at this time to help over the crises. She dried corn to sell and also churned butter to sell.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Cattle were his means of making a living but he also loved horses and would have a fine animal to sell. These horses always brought top prices. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>He owned a hay bailer, the first in Mount Pleasant. He would bale his hay then pull the bailer near the stack. The men would pitch the hay to a table. From this he himself would feed it into the bailer in small forkfuls. A man would arrange the wire and tie it. When a certain length was reached a block of wood was placed in the bailer to separate the bales. A team was hitched to the plunger and were driven around and around to furnish the power. This was hard work for the men but they seemed to enjoy it. The said while they worked. One of us children followed the team to keep them at a regular speed. This was extremely monotonous as we followed around and around. He would move his bailer wherever hay was to be bailed. Often going to the Schofield valley where enough hay was bailed to keep him busy all fall. One time he went to Abraham Millard County. While bailing here the youngest son was born. He named him Abraham after the beautiful Abraham valley. This baby was a beautiful little fellow, so fat and healthy, but at the age of 9 months he became ill and died. This was a great sorrow to them both. Bothilda never quite got over it. She was so happy when he came to their home. She felt she couldn’t spare him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>One day we children came home from school and a large box was on the porch. We knew at a glance a piano had been in the strange box. Sure enough, when we went inside to see it, there stood a beautiful piano, the grandest sight we had ever seen so large and shiny. This piano was one of the first three in town. We were indeed proud. This replaced the organ we had used to practice on. Brother John Hastler who had sold us the piano gave lessons as a bonus. On Saturday mornings at 6 a.m. every three weeks, he would come to our home to give 5 of us children lessons. He would always have breakfast with us and then on to his next students for dinner he would go. The piano was bought on the installment plan as few things were. $500.00 was a very large sum to raise. One time he hardly knew where to get the $50 due and we were all worried about our precious piano. Then one day, he came in the house all smiling. He had found a way. The Ringling Brothers Circus was coming to town and wanted his ground for a few days. We were excited waiting and wondering what the circus was like. Finally the day arrived. We were all up at daylight and down to the depot to see the train unload. What a thrill—so many cars loaded with strange animals and beautiful floars. We hardly knew where to go to see the most. We reached home ot see the huge tents raised by the elephants. The cook tent was a buzz as the cooks prepared food for all the workmen. Finally, the 10:00 parade started.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Never had we seen such beautiful cages with wild animals, steam callia, clowns, and beautiful horses with lady riders. How we were thrilled when the leader would call, “Follow the parade to the showground”, and we knew that they were going to our farm. All that day we watched the circus three rings of acts, sideshows, and menagerie. We watched far into the night as they lowered the tents and led the elephants back to the train. The small town had become a large city as people came from distant towns and pitched their tents or parked their covered wagons in the streets. Her they cooked on open fires, many brought their milk cow for their fresh milk. Boxes of chickens were brought to supply meat. Baskets were baked in dutch ovens. Every street was a campground. This circus was a never-to-be-forgotten experience. They returned to our farm for three years. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>One day a large iron box affair was being loaded into our home. When the men had completed the job it was the first Home Comfort Range in town. Peddlers always stayed at our farm where they could get feed and care for their horses and so the range for their company. Fruit peddlers always stayed with us. Jews came as peddlers to sell their wares. One Mr. Pink made his early visit a new folding cane part for care of the team. His yard was often filled with horses and wagons as many as 20 or 30 campfires in the evening and mornings brought the smell of bacon and coffee being prepare. He always worried about the fires and would often make a trip to the yard late at night to make sure the fires were out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Occasionally a fruit peddler would become discouraged and ready to pull out, Will would feel sorry for him especially the young men and buy the balance of his load. Our cellar would be full of peaches, melons, or sweet potatoes, often mother would dry the peaches to keep them as her jars were already full. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>His fear of fire urged him to buy hanging lamps to replace the high foot lamps on the table when the children got big enough to climb. It was a fear of starting a fire from the coal oil. The only water supply was a creek one and half blocks away. Later a well was dug and a central pump put in. But as there is little in Mount Pleasant most of the water was pumped by hand. This was a big chore for him on wash day. Filling the reservoir on the range and a large copper kettle outside. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Willard had large gallows where he would butcher for individuals and the butcher shop. Often Indians came begging. While they were tame and quiet, white people never lost their fear of them. They would camp by the Tithing Yard when the Bishop would supply them with hay and grain for their horses. The school children all loved to see them, with their bright-colored shawls and gay clothes. It was always a thrill to see a tiny papoose. Their tiny papooses were always smiling and good-natured. As a squaw came to the door begging you always felt like giving more if she had a cute little baby jogging along on her back. Two or three squaws would come together. When they would receive anything, they would immediately sit on the ground and (END OF DOC)</div><div><br /></div></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><u>Bothilda Johanna Hansen Frandsen</u></p><p> <span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space: pre-line;">My grandmother, Talula Johanna Nelson, told me this story about her Mother, Bothilda Johanna Hansen. Bothilda and Hannah Seeley were born the same year (1866) in Mt. Pleasant and were extremely good friends. It was a sad day for both of them when Orange Seeley and Hanna Olsson Seeley answered a call to go to Emery County to settle that country in 1879. They were all packed up and it was very early in the morning, but Orange knew how much these two friends loved one another. He stopped his team and Botilda ran out to hug her friend and say goodbye. Talula thinks that was the last time they saw each other, but I read that Hannah rode to Mt. Pleasant to see a dentist. She may or may not have visited with her friend Bothilda.</span></p><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space: pre-line;"> My daughter Victoria Ferris has been friends with Jenny Oaks and I have second cousins who descend from Orange Seeley and am reading the book President Oaks wrote, "Lessons Learned." My reading in this book made me think of the little story I have written here. If any of you want to see Bothilda Johanna Hansen on Family Search.</span><div><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space: pre-line;"><a href="https://www.familysearch.org/photos/artifacts/47002325?cid=mem_copy" style="font-size: medium; letter-spacing: normal; white-space: normal;">https://www.familysearch.org/photos/artifacts/47002325?cid=mem_copy</a></span></div><div><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space: pre-line;"><br /></span></div>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-51876667434579646672022-05-01T00:30:00.001-07:002022-05-01T00:30:00.159-07:00Thomas West Sr. and Harriett Moore West <p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1aveIJ5jmQ7wsNrW9j9FisBKU-d2tovsisWwErnxvSxMt6uQxuGjNzKwelnahhYihq4JDZ4LfOZCi1RTdXT8XYDeH4-FKK69l_fjGlWWO_OBqNxUQ9Vmh86lrNBMbgRqVcSi7H3bxHuaMlAyinlPz4ndQlwv6SjpFI266F07VqOzqdPFgNUI65aC/s1872/West_edited.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="974" data-original-width="1872" height="166" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje1aveIJ5jmQ7wsNrW9j9FisBKU-d2tovsisWwErnxvSxMt6uQxuGjNzKwelnahhYihq4JDZ4LfOZCi1RTdXT8XYDeH4-FKK69l_fjGlWWO_OBqNxUQ9Vmh86lrNBMbgRqVcSi7H3bxHuaMlAyinlPz4ndQlwv6SjpFI266F07VqOzqdPFgNUI65aC/s320/West_edited.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><u><span style="color: #800180;">Thomas West Sr. and Harriett Moore West </span></u></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i><span style="color: #2b00fe;">Written by Rachel Vilate H. 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box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; letter-spacing: 0.3px; line-height: 43px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px;"><b style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="font-size: small;">FINAL TRIBUTE PAID MRS. <span class="bsearch_highlight" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204); box-sizing: border-box; color: #0a0f60; line-height: 43px;">SEELY</span></span></b></h2><h3 align="justify" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; letter-spacing: 0.3px; line-height: 37px; margin: 0px 0px 14px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: small;">Prominent Mt. Pleasant Woman Laid at Rest; Business Houses Close</span></h3><p align="justify" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; letter-spacing: 0.3px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px;"><b>Special to The Tribune</b></p><p align="justify" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; letter-spacing: 0.3px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px;"><b>MT. PLEASANT, Jan. 10. – Out of respect to the memory of Mrs. <span class="bsearch_highlight" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204); box-sizing: border-box;">Margaret</span> <span class="bsearch_highlight" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204); box-sizing: border-box;">Peel</span> <span class="bsearch_highlight" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204); box-sizing: border-box;">Seely</span>, all business houses and banks here were closed today during the hours of the funeral service. The North ward chapel was filled to capacity by the many relatives and friends of the <span class="bsearch_highlight" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204); box-sizing: border-box;">Seely</span> family, one of the most prominent families in central Utah.</b></p><p align="justify" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; letter-spacing: 0.3px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px;"><b>Bishop H.C. Jacobs was in charge of the services. Musical numbers were rendered by the ward choir. The invocation was offered by Joseph <span class="bsearch_highlight" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204); box-sizing: border-box;">Seely</span>, and the speakers were State Senator W.D. Candland. Judge George Christensen of Provo, William C. Clos, E.S. Hinckley of Provo and Bishop Jacobs. Miss Afton Argyle sang “O Love Divine,” and Miss Gertrude Rolfson and Miss Venetta Standfield sang a duet “Face to Face.” A violin solo, “Resignation,” was rendered by Mrs. J.D. Simpson, with piano accompaniment by Mrs. E.F. Gardemann. The benediction was pronounced by Daniel Rasmussen and P.A. <span class="bsearch_highlight" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204); box-sizing: border-box;">Peel</span> dedicated the grace. Six nephews of Mrs. <span class="bsearch_highlight" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204); box-sizing: border-box;">Seely</span> were pallbearers: P.A. <span class="bsearch_highlight" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204); box-sizing: border-box;">Peel</span>, Fred <span class="bsearch_highlight" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204); box-sizing: border-box;">Peel</span>, John <span class="bsearch_highlight" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204); box-sizing: border-box;">Peel</span>, R.W. Candland, Justus <span class="bsearch_highlight" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 204); box-sizing: border-box;">Seely</span>, and Guy L. Candland. A wealth of floral offerings covered the casket and were banked on surrounding stands.</b></p><p align="justify" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; letter-spacing: 0.3px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px;"><b>Among the many out-of-town relatives and friends in attendance were Supreme Court Justice J.W. Cherry of Salt Lake, Judge George Christensen of Price, State Senator and Mrs. W.D. Candland of Salt Lake, Mr. and Mrs. E.S. Hinckley of Provo, Dr. and Mrs. W.L. Easton of Richfield, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Cox of Manti, Mrs. E.S. Walker of Salt Lake, Orson Folkman of Ogden, William Barber of Salt Lake and Dr. W.P. Winters of Prince.</b></p><p align="justify" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; letter-spacing: 0.3px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px;"><b>Published in The Salt Lake Tribune, Thursday, January 11, 1923 page 12</b></p><p align="justify" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; letter-spacing: 0.3px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px;"><br /></p><p align="justify" style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Roboto Slab"; letter-spacing: 0.3px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6g1xVqAd7s7uAiQ9RWZWlrBfd8PPkkMYUUXDuhj4jJR8TWCyeAxrEpTfB2viJjmb5T4vtktlVFWuGTYGM-jEByohQ3YzKBHRcWQvbj-scysQzUNIMwTQu_0HreURYIQejTYb3myiz8dei5ltIWVSKjdvXpkPDilJfrHhqkEi6DCUKPlDhah7-fLXC/s591/wool%20grower%20seely%20mt%20pleasant%20(1)_edited.jpg" style="clear: left; display: inline; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="591" data-original-width="234" height="1048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6g1xVqAd7s7uAiQ9RWZWlrBfd8PPkkMYUUXDuhj4jJR8TWCyeAxrEpTfB2viJjmb5T4vtktlVFWuGTYGM-jEByohQ3YzKBHRcWQvbj-scysQzUNIMwTQu_0HreURYIQejTYb3myiz8dei5ltIWVSKjdvXpkPDilJfrHhqkEi6DCUKPlDhah7-fLXC/w416-h1048/wool%20grower%20seely%20mt%20pleasant%20(1)_edited.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UTDNCFVBu9mBWp60gqIpTx6eSN5oFWaFomQiw-RuyUL7Dmat01IPWpLMM-qN4n6MxTKSUbbnlRcyBjXaYsMamhXjZsoqA5PoxM6zgjQ-q78JTmSrk7W3fNi0tUejnwFy0Y_10xG9tIsfTQd9aVQI53Kn2tMKzWnV5QT3l9t2jB9o68bOFLH0LrtF/s2910/Seely%20famiy%20home%20Mt_edited.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2078" data-original-width="2910" height="458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UTDNCFVBu9mBWp60gqIpTx6eSN5oFWaFomQiw-RuyUL7Dmat01IPWpLMM-qN4n6MxTKSUbbnlRcyBjXaYsMamhXjZsoqA5PoxM6zgjQ-q78JTmSrk7W3fNi0tUejnwFy0Y_10xG9tIsfTQd9aVQI53Kn2tMKzWnV5QT3l9t2jB9o68bOFLH0LrtF/w640-h458/Seely%20famiy%20home%20Mt_edited.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">John H. Seely Home </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-62985476822436691432022-02-01T01:00:00.006-07:002022-06-24T15:07:42.562-07:00Caratat Conderset and Napier Rowe ~~~ Pioneers of the Month ~~~ Februar;y 2022<p> </p><p><br /> Way back in 2009 we posted Caratat Conderset and Mary Napier Rowe As Pioneers of the Month. I have found so much more information on them and have had a lot of requests for more information on them. You can read the original post here: </p><p> <a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/8499223279971595742" target="_blank">https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/8499223279971595742<br /></a></p><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /></p><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCkSKxobok_GWda_82oZvLbsn2wHlY8Eoi_it2C8GOu2aORzo-SV01nebsfjAAHVayKfJ6QVmp6npAkLtdyBfujDtu7Xy1BbhX3wp5QdXSHN54jnGNWeTWbQBAMm1UIMazHJM_RDGAqfvOG_h9JA-Iw46uxtRAYl27cfwOvGIffMzQvFC104tJNP1X=s200" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="134" data-original-width="200" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjCkSKxobok_GWda_82oZvLbsn2wHlY8Eoi_it2C8GOu2aORzo-SV01nebsfjAAHVayKfJ6QVmp6npAkLtdyBfujDtu7Xy1BbhX3wp5QdXSHN54jnGNWeTWbQBAMm1UIMazHJM_RDGAqfvOG_h9JA-Iw46uxtRAYl27cfwOvGIffMzQvFC104tJNP1X=w400-h268" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/8499223279971595742" target="_blank"><br /></a></p><p></p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/8499223279971595742" target="_blank"></a></p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/8499223279971595742" target="_blank"><br /></a></p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/8499223279971595742" target="_blank"><br /></a></p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/8499223279971595742" target="_blank"><br /></a></p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/8499223279971595742" target="_blank"><br /></a></p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/8499223279971595742" target="_blank"><br /></a></p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/8499223279971595742" target="_blank"><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space: pre-line;">BIOGRAPHY OF CARATAT C. ROWE
BORN 1823, PERRY, DELAWARE COUNTY, INDIANA
Arrive in Utah, July 29,1847 Written by a Granddaughter, Candace B. Michelson </span></a></p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/8499223279971595742" target="_blank"><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif" style="color: black; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; white-space: pre-line;"> Grandfather Caratat Conderset Rowe, a son of William Niblo Rowe and Candace Blanchard Rowe was born in Perry Delaway County, Indiana in 1823.
When young Tat was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints the family moved westward. When the Mormon Battalion was organized Tat and his brother William enlisted and he was a member of Company A.
However, the Rowe brothers were with the "Sick Detachment" under Captain James Brown which was compelled to winter during 1846=1847 at Peublo, Colorado. The main body of the battalion continued the journey into California, to San Diego. Among these latter were some friends of the Rowe brother, James, Riley, Alfred and Reddick N. Alfred later of Spring City.
During the travels toward Utah, brother William Rowe became very ill and was unable to travel. He lay down on the ground and his brother Tat was tenderly watching over him. As the others of the company were passing by one of the Captains said to Tat, "We must move on, it seems that your brother will live but a short time. You had better come along with us." Tat sat beside his brother, cross-legged with his gun across his knees. "I am staying here," he said to the Captain. Then the Captain turned to several of his men and told them to place the dying man in the wagon. The men did so and the company moved on slowly.
The group consisted of besides Captain Brow, Captains Nelson Higgins, and William W. Willis. There were 140 of the sick detachment and 40 of the Mississippi Saints also bound for Utah.
There were only 29 wagons, 1 carriage, 100 horses and mules, and 300 head of cattle to make the journey.
This company arrived in Utah just five days after the arrival of the original company on July 29, 1847. The sick were cared for by the Brothers and Sisters who had arrived there previously.
When President Brigham Young and a few companies returned to the Missouri River where the most of the Saints were, a number of the Battalion Boys in Iowa had returned from California and some of the Pueblo detachment who had recovered from illness also went back east with President Young to be with their families. In this group were William and Caratat Rowe. Tat's wife, Grandma Mary Napier Rowe while living at Fremont, Iowa gave birth to a daughter, Candace Blanchard, born July 24, 18_.
Mary was a Scotch lassie, who joined the Church and came as a young girl to America. In 1852 the C. C. Rowe family came to Utah in the company of Captain B. M. Jolley's train of covered wagons. They left Kanesville, Iowa in 1852 and arrived in Utah September 15, 1852. There were 340 people in the pioneer company. After a while at Salt Lake City the family located at Payson where a daughter Janette Sterling Rowe was born on August 24, 1855. She was baptized in 1864.
When the Walker Indian War was raging in Utah County grandfather C.C. Rowe served his part being commissioned a Second-Lieutenant was on of "The Silver Grey's, a member of Company B of the Nauvoo Legion of the Payson Post.
They removed to Sanpete County and in 1860 settled in Mt. Pleasant.
He served in the Black Hawk Indian War, for which service he received his old age which is a pension from the U.S. Government. He was very grateful.
For sometime grandfather C.C. Rowe did farming and herding in Thistle Valley at Indianola in early times. Others were Aaron, Joseph and Nathan Staker, later of Mt. Pleasant.
Later he removed with his sons, Con and Allen to the "Round Hills," or Mountainville, north east of Mount Pleasant, where they did farming.
Each of them reared a good sized family of line healthy children who
were well respected.
Uncle Con Rowe went back East to help bring in the Mormon immigrants. Uncle Allen "Lene" Rowe, filled a mission for the Church, all of these men were firm in the Faith.
Grandfather Rowe was always concerned over the welfare of his family and friends.
When people were ill in Mt. Pleasant he would go out with another Elder into the homes of the sick and administer to them in the authority of the Holy Priesthood. He always exercised Faith, and was rewarded in that the sick were healed, etc. and his family received many blessings as a result of the faithful devotion of this great and good man.
Tat was not wealthy in his worldly goods and he had suffered much privation in pioneer days but he enjoyed the peace of mind of a good conscience and the happy association of his large family and many many friends.
He kept a weed less vegetable garden. He was witty, and full of fun. He enjoyed singing jolly songs to his children and grandchildren.
It is a family tradition that Grandpa Rowe was one possessed with power over sickness, doubtless because of his authority in the Holy Priesthood, and his pure life of service. At one time he was called for by someone who told him of someone else who was bleeding excessively. Grandpa told them that the bleeding had stopped, though he did not go to their home. No doubt, he offered a silent prayer to our Heavenly Father, for the one afflicted and the prayer was answered as desired.</span></a></p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2217707143168230507/8499223279971595742" target="_blank"><br /></a></p><h3><b>BIOGRAPHY OF MARY NAPIER ROWE BORN MARCH 30, 1823 at KILSYTH, LARRACK, SCOTLAND ARRIVED IN UTAH SEPTEMBER 15, 1852 </b></h3><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">By Mary Loretta Rowe Burnside </span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> Mary Napier was born March 30, 1823 in Kilsyth, Lanarkshire, Scotland. Her parents were Janette Gillis and John Napier. Mary is descended from the Royal family of Scotland and of Ireland. Genealogists have traced her linage back for many generations, on one line to 1700 B.C. she is of the Royal line of Judah through King Zedekiah according to Church records. Many interesting facts are thus brought out concerning her ancestral lives and their history. Of her parents family we have the names of five other children, her sisters, as follows: Jean, Christena, Agnes, Nesbit, and Isabella. The parents probably were in humble circumstances, as Mary worked in a textile mill in the city of Glasgow.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> When missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints preached the gospel there, Mary and her sister Isabella were converted. They were baptized, though it is not known if at the same time. Mary and Isabella were the only ones of their family to come to America. It is not known if the sister Isabella ever came to Utah as she was not known by her sisters family. Elder Franklin D. Richards was one of the missionaries who preached the gospel to Mary. It was in the fall of 1847 when Mary was reunited with her husband who had been gone for more than a year with the Mormon Battalion. It was September 15, 1852, when Mary and her family came to Utah. Mary did not have the funds to come to Utah immediately. After her marriage to Caratat Conderset Rowe, she lived at the home of her husband's parents William Nible (he held the public office of a judge) and Candace Blanchard Rowe. Mary's very great faith and the friendships she gained kept her happy. She seemed to enjoy the spiritual gift of vision or prophecy. Many times she knew of coming events before they actually occurred. She told of seeing a light which filled the room. Within this light, sat her sister who lived in Scotland. WTien Mary saw her sister sitting in a rocking chair, she spoke the sister's name. It was not long until she heard of the passing of her sister.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> While living at Payson, Mary gave bread to two girls who were survivors of the Mountain Meadows Massacre. An Indian whose name was James Onuph used to come to the home of Mary and Caratat Condrset Rowe quite often when they were living at Mountainville. Once when he was visiting with them "<b><u>Indian Jim"</u></b> as he was called, was talking with Grandma Mary. He asked her a question pertaining to a principle of the gospel, restored, and Mary was attempting to answer the question. She started to speak, then said, "I wish that I could answer your question so that you could understand. I would like to have the language to explain it to you, and make it clear to you. Then the Indian said to her, "Stand Up", She began to speak. Again he said, "Stand Up". Mary stood up and began to speak to him. Onuph nodded his head because he understood what she was saying. She continued to speak and Onumph again nodded his head. It was plain that he knew what she meant. But no one else in the room could understand, even her sons and daughter-in-law, my uncle and my father and mother who were there, did not know what Mary was saying, because she spoke in a language which her children did not understand. But James Onumph or 'Indian Jim", clearly understood what she said. Grandma Mary Napier Rowe had spoken with the spiritual gift of tongues. James blessing was in fulfillment of the Lord's promise; and this great blessing was in fulfillment.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"> From the History of Indianola we read the Onemph learned to speak the English language quite well. Our Uncle Con Rowe, among other settlers there, learned to speak the Indian language, to make himself understood by the Indians. The Bishop of Indianola, John Spencer, a former resident of Payson, also learned to speak Indian. Bishop John Spencer, chose Indian Jim to be his second counselor in the Bishopric there. Indian Jim was very faithful in his calling. Other Indians who were active in Indianola were Moroni and Ephi. Indian Pennywatch was a frequent visitor there. At one time, or for some years about the only shite people there were the Danish Indian Missionary, Elder August A. Hjorthand and his wife. Hjorth taught Indian Santaquin how to make ditches on Santaquin's farm which was north of Indianola, between there and Clinton. Indian Jim's wife, Phoebe, was of high rank among the Indians there. It seems that whenever Phoebe spoke to the other Indians, they all listened attentively, and obeyed her instructions. When James Onumph was just a young lad, he warned the settlers of Mt. Pleasant of impending attack by the Indians. A lumber saw mill was burned but no settlers were slain. Grandma Mary Napier Rowe passed away March 4, 1902. She is buried at Mt. Pleasant City, Cemetery.</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1WMSEMe-suQhAENrp4ed704zF40UMRhqeXXi7xI18W15o1glXCeQ-Lxiaomvs95o7kPPHNNmTHBlNRflouoyj3ppAz1cixSXzTQ1TnWPriRJ1v0SZ4oG58vBoCnp8qLO0gbxeutDDeFbfq44z31XxpFO0r2Ik-4CZmjclAyX-XPVx1I8DrKg2CWzE=s267" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="267" data-original-width="200" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1WMSEMe-suQhAENrp4ed704zF40UMRhqeXXi7xI18W15o1glXCeQ-Lxiaomvs95o7kPPHNNmTHBlNRflouoyj3ppAz1cixSXzTQ1TnWPriRJ1v0SZ4oG58vBoCnp8qLO0gbxeutDDeFbfq44z31XxpFO0r2Ik-4CZmjclAyX-XPVx1I8DrKg2CWzE=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div><br /></div><p> </p>Kathy Rigby Hafenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10056370127464368047noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217707143168230507.post-32084513642788448712022-01-01T01:00:00.000-07:002022-01-01T01:00:00.184-07:00Charles Washington Averett and His Wife Elizabeth Coates Averett <p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div> <br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaSbi4KNMTSxZBr0e_IQ3MmC5LEUG4cwVY28GHQY4QV2456MKXbYC9fIfXvop7tbF-kX1iwePzyqnFAnlISTGLSmRG0sDCv1p4_dL5UGoEMtw-YI1NZAFqNalUV03PqRSqAi9GHEcTpCBfcS0zMigmJzmDm8u0RNatYcXCyCwq09g_0oYGeG0Xz9bn=s2432" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2432" data-original-width="1601" height="833" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaSbi4KNMTSxZBr0e_IQ3MmC5LEUG4cwVY28GHQY4QV2456MKXbYC9fIfXvop7tbF-kX1iwePzyqnFAnlISTGLSmRG0sDCv1p4_dL5UGoEMtw-YI1NZAFqNalUV03PqRSqAi9GHEcTpCBfcS0zMigmJzmDm8u0RNatYcXCyCwq09g_0oYGeG0Xz9bn=w549-h833" width="549" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Charles Washington Averett and Elizabeth Coates Averett </b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXto50q-63V6QeAmbv7H7UR55j0v-Or0AOtIdKIoz5SJE6eJqVQ2J-aTtzP2GitGZsJ4qJG5OG5w5h7V3LSICNTdhKbBCHYTmvw2fnFnq6srgxPdIt0dSxcZNCjlawFH5rPfJZkoxn5K5mUkKIUV9RucKNR65Cs-h6TTLXeMvox9anH6Cgbc-1SW1B=s2068" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2068" data-original-width="1465" height="901" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXto50q-63V6QeAmbv7H7UR55j0v-Or0AOtIdKIoz5SJE6eJqVQ2J-aTtzP2GitGZsJ4qJG5OG5w5h7V3LSICNTdhKbBCHYTmvw2fnFnq6srgxPdIt0dSxcZNCjlawFH5rPfJZkoxn5K5mUkKIUV9RucKNR65Cs-h6TTLXeMvox9anH6Cgbc-1SW1B=w639-h901" width="639" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> The above photo and history is the Averett Home in Mt. 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His parents were married in Marion County, Alabama in 1836. They had five children, but the two girls died. His father was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1833. They family left Alabama and arrived in Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois in 1845 just shortly after the Prophet and his brother were martyred in Carthage,Illinois. They bought property but were never able to build one it. They received their endowments in the Nauvoo Temple in January 1846 just days before the main body of Saints were expelled from Nauvoo.
While they were camped on the banks of the Missouri River, the government approached Brigham Young to provide some 500 soldiers to help in the war with Mexico. Brigham felt that the money they would receive would help the Saints get to where they wanted to go. Jeduthun was 28 years old and an experienced traveler and frontiersman. He joined the Mormon Battalion assigned to Company D under the command of Captain Nelson Higgens. He left his family there with the promise that the Church would take care of them.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
He went with the company as far as Santa Fe, New Mexico, enduring many hardships as they were all marching on foot. He became very sick and had to sent with others to Pueblo, Colorado, where he spent the winter. He heard that his wife and family by now were in Salt Lake,so he traveled there and found that they were still back in Iowa. He went back there and found them. They stayed in Kanesville, Iowa for five years. They left with an Unknown Company in 1852.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
Charles was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on 1 July 1846 at the age of nine, after they had been driven from Nauvoo. He was 16 years old when they came to the Utah Territory. He received his endowments in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City,Salt Lake, Utah Territory at the age of 21 on 9 February 1858. He married Elizabeth Coates on 28 February 1860 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah Territory at the age of 23. Elizabeth was 17 years old when they married.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
Elizabeth was born 10 December 1842 in Chesterfield, Derbyshire, England to Joseph and Ann Dutton Coates Jr. She was seven years old when they emigrated to America coming through New Orleans, Louisiana. They traveled to the Utah Territory with the James Jeppson Company in 1852. Her father Joseph was 38; her mother Ann was 35; Susannah was 15; George was 12;Elizabeth was 9; and twins Thomas and William were 2.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
They departed on 29 May 1852 with 173 individuals and 32 wagons in the company which began its journey from the outfitting post at Kanesville, Iowa (present day Council Bluffs). Buffalo were plentiful on the plains, however they only killed two for meat. Buffalo chips (dung) made great fuel to cook with. They often would encounter people going east of business or missionaries going out. They had no deaths from Cholera, although it was prevalent on the trail.
It took them three months to cross the plains, they lost only three people to death. As they arrived in Salt Lake City. Citizens would pass out musk mellon for them to eat. They arrived in the Salt Lake valley on 10 September 1852. Elizabeth was baptized on 18 December 1853 into the Church at the age of eleven. After they got to the Salt Lake valley they had two more children born there. By 1857 they had moved to Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah Territory where theirlast child was born. Elizabeth was the second of 15 children born to them. Her father died in 1865 in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah Territory.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
They were the first to homestead in the Mount Pleasant area. They built home shortly after they got there. He help to construct a threshing machine in 1861 and brought it to Mt. Pleasant. He served in the Black Hawk War.
Charles and Elizabeth had 14 children born to them, eight of them living to adulthood. Charles Washington Jr. was born 26 February 1862;William Alma was born 2 June 1863; Thomas J. was born 20 September 1864 and died 17 September 1865; and Ann Elizabeth was born 13 April 1865. They moved to Santaquin, Utah, Utah Territory for a short time where the next two children were born. Twins Joseph and Hyrum were born on 26 December 1867. Joseph died on 17 February 1868 and Hyrum died 27 August 1869.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
They moved back to Mount Pleasant where the rest of the children were born. Mary Ellen was born 14 January 1871; John Albert was born 26 June 1871 and died the same day. Caroline Adelia was born 16 January 1877; Clarence Franklin was born 7 January 1879; Alice Adlate was born 29 July 1882 and died 16 September 1882; and James was born 6 February 1884.
Elizabeth died on 25 April 1891 in Mount Pleasant at the age of 48. Her youngest child was seven. She was buried in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete,Utah Territory.
Charles married Emily Seely on 1 October 1891 in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete,Utah Territory. They did not have any children. He was 55 and she was 45. She died on 30 November 1924 in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete,Utah.
Charles died on 12 February 1926 in Emmett, Gem, Idaho at the age of 89. He was buried on 17 February 1926 in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah. His son John Albert was living in Emmett so he was probably living with him at the time of his death.</p></div></story-viewer></artifact-viewers><praise-bar class="story-view" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: inline-block; margin-top: 20px; padding: 0px 50px; width: 799.994px;"><div class="praise-bar-wrapper" style="align-items: center; border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top: 1px solid rgb(204, 204, 204); box-sizing: border-box; display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; justify-content: center; padding: 10px; width: 700.006px;"><div style="font-size: 14px;"><span face="Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjGGNST4wEGQ_RYUcRcAoK3tGwl9Xu2FoZS8vqRV2R7o_5MhVk-tboj17b1-uwUIV89Pq8qcmCVLSEhha7TQI8TOk9OU_EDGB_rp9om0-r1xK_D25fdH73QCc0ZaOT-Jnb04g1ER7FSlveWd9XTxnRNvW-BGeOIEoZ7tJEcfkFhlarMR2iqLJVJmwy=s300" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="200" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgjGGNST4wEGQ_RYUcRcAoK3tGwl9Xu2FoZS8vqRV2R7o_5MhVk-tboj17b1-uwUIV89Pq8qcmCVLSEhha7TQI8TOk9OU_EDGB_rp9om0-r1xK_D25fdH73QCc0ZaOT-Jnb04g1ER7FSlveWd9XTxnRNvW-BGeOIEoZ7tJEcfkFhlarMR2iqLJVJmwy" width="200" /></a></div><br /> Elizabeth Coates Averett </span></div></div></praise-bar></div><div><artifact-viewers lang="en"><story-viewer><div class="story-container" style="margin: auto; padding: 0px 55px;"><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">Elizabeth Coates was born on 10 December 1842 in Chesterfield, Derbyshire, England to Joseph and Ann Dutton Coates Jr. She was six years old when they emigrated to America coming through New Orleans, Louisiana.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
Her family traveled to the Utah Territory with the James Jeppson Company in 1852. Her father Joseph was 38; her mother Ann was 35; Susannah was 15; George was 12; Elizabeth was 9; and twins Thomas and William were 2.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
They departed on 29 May 1852 with 173 individuals and 32 wagons in the company which began its journey from the outfitting post at Kanesville, Iowa (present day Council Bluffs). Buffalo were plentiful on the plains, however they only killed two for meat. Buffalo chips(dung) made great fuel to cook with. They often would encounter people going east on business or missionaries going out. They had no deaths from Cholera, although it was prevalent on the trail.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
It took them three months to cross the plains, they lost only three people to death. As they arrived in Salt Lake City citizens would pass out musk melon for them to eat. They arrived in the Salt Lake valley on 10 September 1852.
Elizabeth was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on 18 December 1853 at the age of eleven. By 1857 her family had moved to Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah Territory where their last child was born. Elizabeth was the second of 15 children born to them.Her father died in 1865 in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah Territory.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
She married Charles Washington Averett on 28 February 1860 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah Territory at the age of 17. He was 23 years old when they married.
Charles Washington Averett was born 13 July 1836 in Marion, Perry,Alabama to Jeduthun Hardy and Holly Jane tingle Averett.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
His parents were married in Marion County, Alabama in 1836. They had five children, but the two girls died. His father was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in 1833. They family left Alabama and arrived in Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois in 1845 just shortly after the Prophet and his brother were martyred in Carthage,Illinois. They bought property but were never able to build on it.They received their endowments in the Nauvoo Temple in January 1846 just days before the main body of Saints were expelled from Nauvoo.
While they were camped on the banks of the Missouri River, the government approached Brigham Young to provide some 500 soldiers to help in the war with Mexico. Brigham felt that the money they would receive would help the Saints get to where they wanted to go. Jeduthun was 28 years old and an experienced traveler and frontiersman. He joined the Mormon Battalion assigned to Company D under the command of Captain Nelson Higgens. He left his family there with the promise that the Church would take care of them.
He went with the company as far as Santa Fe, New Mexico, enduring many hardships as they were all marching on foot. He became very sick and had to sent with others to Pueblo, Colorado, where he spent the winter. He heard that his wife and family by now were in Salt Lake,so he traveled there and found that they were still back in Iowa. He went back there and found them. They stayed in Kanesville, Iowa for five years. They left with an Unknown Company in 1852.
Charles was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on 1 July 1846 at the age of nine, after they had been driven from Nauvoo. He was 16 years old when they came to the Utah Territory. He received his endowments in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City,Salt Lake, Utah Territory at the age of 21 on 9 February 1858.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
Charles and Elizabeth were the first to homestead in the Mount Pleasant area. They built home shortly after they got there. He help to construct a threshing machine in 1861 and brought it to Mt. Pleasant, Sanpete,Utah Territory. He served in the Black Hawk War.
Charles and Elizabeth had 14 children born to them, eight of them living to adulthood. Charles Washington Jr. was born 26 February 1862;William Alma was born 2 June 1863; Thomas J. was born 20 September 1864 and died 17 September 1865; and Ann Elizabeth was born 13 April 1865.They moved to Santaquin, Utah, Utah Territory for a short time where the next two children were born. Twins Joseph and Hyrum were born on 26 December 1867. Joseph died on 17 February 1868 and Hyrum died 27 August 1869.
They moved back to Mount Pleasant where the rest of the children were born. Mary Ellen was born 14 January 1871; John Albert was born 26 June 1871 and died the same day. Caroline Adelia was born 16 January 1877; Clarence Franklin was born 7 January 1879; Alice Adlate was born 29 July 1882 and died 16 September 1882; and James was born 6 February 1884.</p><p class="story-body" data-test="StoryBody" style="color: #4f4f4c; font-size: 17px; letter-spacing: -0.1px; line-height: 28px; margin: 22px 0px 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-line;">
Elizabeth died on 25 April 1891 in Mount Pleasant at the age of 48. Her youngest child was seven. She was buried in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete,Utah Territory.
Charles married Emily Seely on 1 October 1891 in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete,Utah Territory. They did not have any children. He was 55 and she was 45. She died on 30 November 1924 in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah.
Charles died on 12 February 1926 in Emmett, Gem, Idaho at the age of 89. He was buried on 17 February 1926 in Mount Pleasant, Sanpete, Utah. His son John Albert was living in Emmett so he was probably living with him at the time of his death.
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