tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9892127565820976442024-02-07T10:59:59.774-08:00Hardy and Earl FamiliesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-66348899945694666702012-01-29T21:59:00.000-08:002012-01-29T22:09:06.993-08:00Our Hardy GrandparentsWritten for the Hardy Reunion on April 9, 1977 in Logandale, Nevada<br /><br />Grandpa and Grandma Hardy were married in the St. George Temple on December 2, 1890.<br /><br />They were the parents of nine children and forty-two grandchildren. Their little son, Gile Wilford, age two and a half years, died of typhoid and pheumonia. Their other children all grew to adulthood.<br /><br />Our grandparents were great people and set good examples for us to follow. They taught their children well and were always interested in their grandchildren and wanted them to do the right things.<br /><br />The Church was very important in their lives and they always tried to live its teachings. I didn't have the privilege of knowing Grandpa Hardy, but Grandma Hardy came to visit us quite often, and she told me many things about her life and family. She was always so proud and happy to hear of an accomplishment of one of her grandchildren. I'll always treasure the memories I have of her and the time that she spent visiting us in our home in Logandale.<br /><br />It is very important that we should all try to honor their name and do the things that would make them proud and happy.<br /><br />Author UnknownUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-64266155281337638392010-09-30T23:59:00.001-07:002015-10-08T09:48:31.756-07:001931-1996 Richard Clair Hardy<div class="separator" style="border: currentColor; clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Richard Clair Hardy was born <date day="25" month="8" w:st="on" year="1931">August 25, 1931</date> and graduated from Las Vegas High in May, 1949.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had graduated from Primary and received his Individual Priesthood Awards each year and was a Senior Scout and a member of the Air Squadron 104 in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Las Vegas</city></place>. </div>
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Richard's father died when Richard was only 11 years old and this had a lasting affect on him. Uncles stepped in to do the things his father would have done and the extended family in Las Vegas was a great help to his mother in raising her three boys alone.<br />
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After high school he attended BYU for one year where he was very active in Brigadiers, a social unit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He decided to join the Navy because he did not have enough money to continue in college and maintain the type of social life he enjoyed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After two years in the Korean War he was able to come back to BYU under the GI bill and he again attended BYU.</div>
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However, in 1955 Richard was called to the Spanish American Mission and served in <place w:st="on"><state w:st="on">Texas</state></place> for two and a half years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> His mother had never given up on her dream to see Richard on a mission. She was an inspiring influence in his life. </span>The last year of his mission he was the Branch President in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Alice</city>, <state w:st="on">Texas</state></city></place>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was when Richard knew he loved planning, organizing and managing and he did it well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He also became proficient in Spanish and learned to love the Spanish people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was always his desire to serve another mission, perhaps in <country -region="-region" w:st="on">Mexico</country> or <place w:st="on">South America</place>.</div>
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Returning to BYU he now managed Brigadiers and had that great social life he wanted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He graduated from BYU in 1959 in Accounting and Finance and joined the firm of Central Federal in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">San Diego</place></city> that summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> He married Janet Anderson, a kindergarten teacher, on October 23, </span> 1959 after a six week courtship. They lived in east San Diego until Janet's last year of teaching was completed.</div>
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Moving to the Pacific Beach Ward area Richard became Elders Quorum President and then a Counselor in the Bishopric.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After that most of his service was as the Ward or Stake Executive Secretary or a counselor in the Bishopric until he was called to the High Council.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He did not enjoy this role as much as he liked to be “hands on” in serving the Lord.</div>
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After leaving Central Federal as an appraiser he worked for Mansfield Mills, an investment counsel firm, where he soon became their manager and learned how to do marketing through letters.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He loved this aspect of business.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Richard was an extremely hard worker and it was during this time that Richard had his first heart attack and “died on the surgery table”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Thanks to prayers and blessings he survived but was told he needed to change his lifestyle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When this business was sold and he had a non-compete agreement he learned the second trust deed business with Jones Mortgage.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Richard enjoyed this business very much and was able to bring his expertise of letter writing and advertisement to the business and soon became a partner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It worked very well until the recession in the early 80’s .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Richard had established Help-U-Sell Real Estate to help manage foreclosures and it became a very frantic, desperate time and they needed to branch out into brokering of first mortgages as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is when Janet came into the business to help.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Richard eventually formed his own business, Choice Mortgage, which he managed as well as Help-U-Sell Real Estate.</div>
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Family was extremely important to Richard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He always wanted to attend the Hardy and Earl Reunions in <city w:st="on">Las Vegas</city> and spent many a weekend in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Las Vegas</city></place> catching up on what was happening with the Scott Hardys after their father died.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He loved the summer trips with all the family to <placename w:st="on">Big</placename> <placename w:st="on">Bear</placename> <placetype w:st="on">Lake</placetype> and the winter trips to <place w:st="on"><placetype w:st="on">Park</placetype> <placetype w:st="on">City</placetype></place> skiing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He loved taking the children to the amusement parks and all the things he had missed as a child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He always wanted all of his brothers’ families to be part of his life and started the Hardy Reunions at <place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">Torrey</placename> <placename w:st="on">Pines</placename> <placetype w:st="on">Park</placetype></placename></place>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He loved planning them and urging everyone to come.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His brother Martin fully supported him in his efforts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He honored his parents, his brothers as well as the wives of he and his brothers with programs at these reunions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He wanted all the grandchildren to know about their family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was tireless in these efforts.</div>
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You would not find Richard on the golf course or lounging around the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His only recreation was a few ski runs at Christmas with his grandchildren.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The rest of the time he was “at work” usually from 7 to 9 and sometimes longer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His clients loved it because he would “drop-in” on the way home from work and apprise them of what was happening in the trust deed business and perhaps sell them a new investment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was always one on one with his clients and very close to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This was his<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>greatest expertise and would later be his downfall.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the late 80’s he invited some friends to come in and speak to his clients about investments in the <city w:st="on">Bakersfield</city> and <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Tulare</city></place> area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many of his clients purchased these investments.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When the investment turned sour they urged Richard to take over and because he wanted to serve them, he took the project on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was too far away and a disaster from the beginning and although Richard ended up in saving most of his clients, his own financial resources became depleted and his business at home suffered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It dragged on until after he passed away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But as one of the escrow officers said, “If he had just had a little more time, it would have all been completed.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was an unfortunate ending to an otherwise exceptionally excellent business career.<br />
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In fact, Richard was really an extraordinary man because as busy as he was he was never too busy to give time to those in need. Over the years there was a trail of relatives and others less fortunate that Richard had either taken into his home or gone to them and helped with jobs, financing on cars, advise, or whatever was needed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet once counted 29 people who had lived with them for over 3 months or more in a ten year period.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And this doesn’t include the countless others he has helped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His friends and family knew to “just ask Richard”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Janet often said no matter what time of day or night, no matter how tired Richard was, if Janet needed anything Richard always said, “No problem, I can take care of it.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was always ready to give of himself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Expressions of love and appreciation after his death were “gentle, honest, kind, hard worker, always going beyond the call of duty”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One man said he was a prince in this world and too good for it, the world could not be what he wanted it to be.</div>
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In 2011 Richard had a posterity of four children, 15 grandchildren, three son-in-laws, and four great-grandchildren.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His wife Janet lives in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Lake Almanor</city>, <state w:st="on">CA</state></city></place> and his son John passed away in 2004 of a heart attack.</div>
Janet http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958600686323778939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-9842290189221791222010-09-30T11:21:00.000-07:002010-10-02T11:24:18.472-07:00Dudley Leavitt Pictures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKd4OknzoaI/AAAAAAAAHz8/T2B_q6KIlUY/s1600/dudley_leavitt_2b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKd4OknzoaI/AAAAAAAAHz8/T2B_q6KIlUY/s400/dudley_leavitt_2b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523515659737342370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKd4OQIZaAI/AAAAAAAAHz0/V_tlEyNI56I/s1600/dudleavitthomestead.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKd4OQIZaAI/AAAAAAAAHz0/V_tlEyNI56I/s400/dudleavitthomestead.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523515654236891138" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-58893440105774961962010-09-30T09:36:00.000-07:002010-09-29T09:43:13.491-07:00"Earl" Qualities<p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.1px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Earl" Qualities, Characteristics and Traditions </span></span></b></p><p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0.1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.1px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">by Wilma Adams & Barbara Earle </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.1px 0.0px 0.1px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0.1px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.1px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My mother (Lois Emily) remembers having two separate houses until her mother, Elethra Calista, died then Aunt Viola and her family all moved over to our house because it was the bigger of the two houses. The only time Aunt Viola said a cross word to her was after Bunkerville had had a small earthquake - which was very upsetting to all the small children.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Later on when mother was washing dishes on a table she took her knee and wiggled the table. This</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">reminded the little kids of the. earthquake and scared them, especially Aunt Winona. Aunt</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Viola scolded mother for scaring the children.</span></span></p><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Elethra Calista had a pretty singing voice and she and Aunt Viola often sang duets together. Elethra singing soprano and Aunt Viola singing alto. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My mother believed in getting up and getting your work done and then you could go and play. She always gave me a list of jobs to complete and when I thought I was finished she would</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">check off my list with me to be sure I had done a good job. Then I was through and could go play.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I have done the same thing with my children and they are doing the same thing with their children. Mother often used lists for other things as well as jobs. If she was not going to be home for supper, I had a detailed list of what I was to prepare and set up for the evening meal. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">SERVICE:</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> This is a broad topic that includes going where the Lord calls you to go and talking the tasks that the Lord wants you to accomplish. Certainly evident in our ancestors as they left the Salt Lake City area and. moved to the "Big Muddy". Service also includes accepting and going on missions for the church. In generations that have followed the J. I. Earl family we can see that we have sent missionaries to every continent around the globe, all going willingly to serve the Lord and carry forth His message. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Service also includes being willing to work where the Lord needs you. My mother and father always had several church callings and were always busy keeping the kingdom rolling along. There is not a task that is too menial. It was not in their dispositions to question why a calling was given - just to get in and serve. And they were always rewarded with many blessings. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Service includes looking for ways to be of service. Taking a meal to someone in need without someone having to arrange it. Giving of their time and efforts without being recognized. Just being of service because it was the right thing to do.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">INDUSTRIOUS AND HARDWORKING:</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> I don't recall ever seeing my parents just sit and watch television. They always had something to do while they watched. And they did not watch much. They were not afraid of using a little elbow grease. They made rugs or quilts out of old materials. They did lots of canning to provide for the family and to not let anything go to waste. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> THRIFTY:</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> They made do or did without. Waste Not Want Not was almost second nature to them. My mother, Lois, sewed pieces of cloth together to make the various pieces for a quilt, which you can see when you look closely at any of her many quilts. She did not throw out much at all when she made something "new".<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">EDUCATION:</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Again both of my parents were always studying - usually the scriptures. Both boys and girls had to be well-educated and well-read, College was encouraged and almost everyone attended -. Lois taught classes at the Lion House in Salt Lake City for many years. Mother always told me she would feel sorry for me if I did not get good grades but I had better get an A in Deportment. My mother (Lois) often gave readings of stories in her younger years. Dramatic readings were also enjoyed. Music was always encouraged specially the pinao.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">TEMPLE:</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Always #1 goal – to be worthy to attend and to attend as often as possible. Mother always had a temple apron she was working on so the visual was always there that it was very important to be worthy to get to the temple. My parents served in the Salt Lake Temple Presidency for may years.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">HOSPITABLE:</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> There was always room at the table for one more mouth. And often an extra one was added. BIG family meals were almost commonplace. Mother had a table that folded up to quite a small table which was pushed against the wall, took up very little space; but opened up to seat a lot of people. Visitors were always welcome and came often to stay with our family.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">IMPORTANCE OF EACH SOUL:</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Children did not always follow the ways the parents thought they should go but they were still loved and accepted into the family. They were always encouraged to change their ways but still they were accepted for themselves. Today we see too many families disown a child that is not following the expected path. This was not the case with my parents. They encouraged you but also accepted you and above all loved you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top:.05pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:.05pt;margin-left:0in;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. . </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-31760312836740861032010-09-29T23:10:00.000-07:002012-10-02T16:26:03.534-07:001869-1928 Heber Herbert Hardy and Betsy Leavitt<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Written for the Hardy Reunion on April 9, 1977 in Logandale,
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Grandpa and Grandma Hardy were married in the St. George Temple on
December 2, 1890.<br />
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They were the parents of nine children and forty-two
grandchildren. Their little son, Gile Wilford, age two and a half years, died of
typhoid and pheumonia. Their other children all grew to adulthood.<br />
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grandparents were great people and set good examples for us to follow. They
taught their children well and were always interested in their grandchildren and
wanted them to do the right things.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQPyXKDgXcBdd7PRVLfgDzD5D-3pgFEF58s7LNjGnoUJsLfSzyz1wo_5ylqZryYVD4WNtwexy2SI5Df5U4H3lRyflLlFt9WOGnHgxCRrRXRUiw4dsSkifJb5w_4OQ-20ZL2fNY6mVPvy2/s1600/71818495-SLD-002-0031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQPyXKDgXcBdd7PRVLfgDzD5D-3pgFEF58s7LNjGnoUJsLfSzyz1wo_5ylqZryYVD4WNtwexy2SI5Df5U4H3lRyflLlFt9WOGnHgxCRrRXRUiw4dsSkifJb5w_4OQ-20ZL2fNY6mVPvy2/s400/71818495-SLD-002-0031.jpg" width="266" /></a><br />
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The Church was very important in
their lives and they always tried to live its teachings. I didn't have the
privilege of knowing Grandpa Hardy, but Grandma Hardy came to visit us quite
often, and she told me many things about her life and family. She was always so
proud and happy to hear of an accomplishment of one of her grandchildren. I'll
always treasure the memories I have of her and the time that she spent visiting
us in our home in Logandale.<br />
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It is very important that we should all try
to honor their name and do the things that would make them proud and
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Heber Merlin Hardy 19 Apr 1892-4 Oct 1924<br />
Warren Decator Hardy 23 July 1894-8 May 1969<br />
Dudley Leavitt Hardy 14 Jan 1897- 1 Sep 1938<br />
Ethel Ramona Hardy 2 Feb 1899-26 Sep 1952<br />
Tamsen Hardy 10 May 1901- 4 Jun 1979<br />
Emma Lorena Hardy 8 Feb 1904-11 Sep 1979<br />
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Gile Wilford Hardy 5 Feb 1906-25 Oct 1908<br />
Rozella (Rose)Hardy 9 May 1908- 1 Dec 1986<br />
Grant Hardy 21 Feb 1910- 6 Sep 1965</div>
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Janet http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958600686323778939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-91530175165764660162010-09-29T22:10:00.000-07:002010-09-27T22:02:33.315-07:001852-1934 Joseph Ira Earl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKFbp4jhMvI/AAAAAAAAHxI/EzVGrTlke0I/s1600/Earl2+1.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKFbp4jhMvI/AAAAAAAAHxI/EzVGrTlke0I/s400/Earl2+1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521795393247064818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKFbp05P4rI/AAAAAAAAHxA/y0gusVU3-cc/s1600/Earl3.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKFbp05P4rI/AAAAAAAAHxA/y0gusVU3-cc/s400/Earl3.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521795392264463026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKFbpnMyITI/AAAAAAAAHw4/z8bo2r4J9N8/s1600/Earl1.jpeg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKFbpnMyITI/AAAAAAAAHw4/z8bo2r4J9N8/s400/Earl1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521795388588302642" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Joseph Ira Earl & wives</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My great grandfather Joseph Ira Earl was a polygamist. He had two wives, Elethra Calista (Kissie) Bunker and Agnes V iola Bunker. Calista and Viola were both daughters of Edward Bunker Sr., but from two pioneer polygamist wives. Calista was born of Emily Abbott and Viola of Mary McQuarrie, both spending much of their growing up years in Bunkerville, Nevada, at the time of the living of the United Order there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In 1884, Prophet President John Taylor was in a meeting in St. George with church leaders. He was still encouraging and urging plural marriage with proper priesthhod recommends. Joseph had much to weigh, but most priesthood leaders he respected were living this holy law. Federal authorities in Nevada were not as critical as those in Utah. In a letter to his brother Frank, Joseph said "When I was impressed that the time had come for me to enter the practice of plural marriage, the first thing I did was to make it known to my wife Calista. She gave her consent without hesitation. I then asked the Lord to direct me to some woman that would make me a good companion and would be agreeable to my wife Calista. The three of us were recommended to the temple by the Bishop for this work. Our recommends were sent to President John Taylor, who gave his consent, he being the man who held the keys of the sealing power at that time."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On December 11, 1885, Calista accompanied Joseph to the St. George Temple to give him her sister, Agnes Viola, in marriage. (Daughter Lois:)"The three entered into this high order or marriage fully converted that it was a God-given principal, and determined to live it to the best of their ability. Mother had given me her personal testimony that is was a righteous law, but that to live by properly, one must cast selfishness and jealousy from the heart." Viola was 17 years of age and Joseph was 33. Calista and Joseph had been married 5 1/2 years.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Many years later daughter Amy said to Mother Viola, "Mother, now that I'm married, I just can't understand how you could live in polygamy." Viola replied "I was taught it like you were taught tithing. It was a part of the gospel, a part of the Church. It was a commandment of the Lord. I just looked around Bunkerville and I could see the different young men and I could see your father. He was a student of the scriptures, he took care of his mother and his sisters who hadn't married, and he was an honorable man, and an ambitious man, and I just felt like that, he had asked me to marry him, and I thought he was a marvelous man for his times, and that he believed in the kind of education for his children that I wanted."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Joseph continued in his 7 Mar 1921 letter to Frank, "Sometime after Viola and I were sealed, Calista told me that she had known for some time that I would marry Viola. I asked her how she knew it. She answered that the Lord had revealed to her that I me for Calista and her growing family and moved Viola right across the street into a 2 room adobe house.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Joseph and Viola had 10 children: Nettie May, Agnes Winona, Milton Sylvester, Marion Bradley, Mary Melba, Amy Viola, Zella Verona, Nellie Marie, Rulon Allen and Joseph Donal. 16 of these two families were raised to maturity. If you have trouble keeping track of which goes with which mother, you are not alone. Uncle Donal, who was raised with them said "I was 15 year old before I realized I technically had some half brothers and sisters." Many years later when cousin Ken Earl came home from the service to a large family gathering, he said "Can somebody help me figure out who are my whole aunts, and who are my half aunts?!" But nobody cared.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For 16 years, Calista and Viola helped with one another's families across the street from one another. According to Aunt Lois through Wilma, one of the reasons for their ideal relationship was Joseph's absolute fairness. He spent the evening with one family but went across the street to spend the night and the next morning with the other family. The next day he reversed the process. They always knew how they could plan. He was a wonderful provider and they always had what they needed, but the children all helped.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After Calista passed away, which was a very sorrowful time, Joseph and Viola held a family meeting, carefully asking for input from Calista's 3 older children. Everyone agreed that both families should be moved together to the large adobe house. Louis said, "If Aunt Viola had moved a rug or a chair or a picture, I would have rebelled. She ached for her mother. But Viola did not change a thing. She moved quietly to keep things going for both families. Louis and Elethra called her Aunt Viola, but Calista's other children caller her Mother or Mama. There were 15 total including two small babies in the house.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-89249309143098633932010-09-29T22:00:00.000-07:002015-10-08T09:54:12.231-07:001845-1893 Caroline Lucy Blake<em>This is one of the sadder stories told of the polygamy years and some of it is rumor. Does anyone have any recent information? </em><br />
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Caroline Lucy Blake was born July 3, 1843, Blandford, Dorset, England, the 3rd child of Benjamin Frederick and Harriet Hollis Blake. She was only 10 years old when her family emigrated from England out to Salt Lake city, Utah and was a young woman of 16 when her family was called to the "Dixie" Mission. </div>
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Caroline's father was a furniture maker and they owned one of the finer homes in St. George, Utah. Her future husband Warren Hardy worked for her father. They married March 5, 1864 in Salt Lake City, Utah. Warren and Caroline moved to St. George where Warren owned a farm down by the river. They built a shack type house and started their life together. I feel a little sad for Caroline as it didn't seem as if luxury or happiness was to be hers. As her family grew, she continued living on in the shack by the river.</div>
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These were the polyygamy years so ten years later Warren took himself another wife (Sarah Hannah Smith Apr 26, 1875) and another one (Martha Aurelia Johnson Dec 18, 1879). He seemed to prefer Sarah and built her a fine home in St. George. He furnished a comfortable home for Aurelia also.</div>
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It was gossiped that as soon as Caroline's children were old enough to be weaned that Warren would take them to the second wife (Sarah) to raise, leaving Caroline free to do the cooking for his hired hands. Her teenage sons (one was Richard Hardy's grandfather Heber Herbert) were permitted to live with her as they were needed to work the farm. They hauled their water from the river and one day as Caroline was carrying some heavy buckets of water, one of the hired men by the name of Booth, just could not stand to see how hard she had to work and offered to carry the water. He gave her many a hand after this and they became good friends.</div>
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Warren was real indignant upon learning of Mr. Booth's attention to his wife. There was light thrown on the situation and some of the townsmen decided to tar and feather Mr. Booth and burn Caroline at the stake. Upon learning of the coming events, Caroline's sons packed her belongings into a wagon. They warned Mr. Booth and it was agreed that they would bring their mother to Middleton (four miles east of St. George) and he'd take her away.<br />
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Caroline had her two youngest children with her at this time. The boys drove her into St. George to say goodby to her family. They stopped at Blakes and it was a very sad occasion indeed. One son stayed in the drivers seat so they could hurry if need be. One son was on the ground by the wagon and he said, "Mother, you can't take the little ones because if you do they will never quit chasing you." The boy grabbed the children from Caroline's arms and as he did she cried, "Oh, no, not my babies," and fainted dead away. The other boy hurriedly hit the horses and drove away to save his mother.</div>
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Warren Hardy was 12 years old when he came to Utah with his parents. In Salt Lake City, he fell in love with pretty Caroline Lucy Blake. He was 24 years old when he married her. He went south in 1858. Warren was trained in carpentry work, with a special skill for broom making, cabinet and furniture making. The Warren Hardy house, water wheel and cabinet shop were located on East Main Street, on highway 91, St. George, Utah, near the present site of the Wittwer Motel. In Warren's mill he made many kinds of furniture and ground both wheat for flour and salt rock into fine salt for people with his lathe and grinding stone. This provided jobs for his sons both in his mill and on his farm by the river.</div>
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Janet http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958600686323778939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-10523259407751687822010-09-29T19:44:00.000-07:002010-09-27T21:54:30.590-07:001822-1901 Edward Bunker<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKFaNKImwuI/AAAAAAAAHww/ZhcwgBq4M50/s1600/edwives.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKFaNKImwuI/AAAAAAAAHww/ZhcwgBq4M50/s400/edwives.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521793800238187234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKFaHUDZdDI/AAAAAAAAHwo/HIIj_y8QKN0/s1600/edfamily.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKFaHUDZdDI/AAAAAAAAHwo/HIIj_y8QKN0/s400/edfamily.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521793699821483058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKFZ_yDHFWI/AAAAAAAAHwg/rmsDJnq-w2w/s1600/edward01.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKFZ_yDHFWI/AAAAAAAAHwg/rmsDJnq-w2w/s400/edward01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521793570434389346" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"><b>EDWARD </b></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:24px;"><b>BUNKER (1822-1901)</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:11.0pt;"> </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">AUTOBIOGRAPHY</span></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">I was born in the town of Atkinson, Penobscot County, State of Maine, August 1, 1822. My parents were Silas Bunker and Hannah Berry Bunker. I was the youngest of nine children, seven boys and two girls, whose names were as follows: Nahum who married Irene Thayer; Abigail, married Mr. Heath; Martin, married Mary Ann Gilpatrick; Alfred, who never married; Hannah, who married John Berry; Kendall, who married his cousin, Rachel Bunker; Silas died when 27 years old, unmarried; Sabin who married after I came west so I do not know who he married. When I was about sixteen years old, Father sold our home and moved to Charleston at which place we lived five years. During our stay there, Father deeded his farm and other property to my brother Silas on the condition that he take care of the old folks as long as they lived.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">When I was nineteen years old I left home with the consent of my parents and brother Silas, to work for myself, as Silas owned the property, I felt I ought to have my time. After an absence of two or three months, Silas requested me to come back and live at home as he was lonely without me. He offered me a deed to one-half of the property if I would go back. I refused the offer, telling him it would be a good home for him and he could care for father and mother.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">A spirit of unrest had taken possession of me and I longed to get away. The farm was a good one, consisting of 100 acres of land, good buildings, and a nice stock of cattle. Silas felt so lonely without me that he rented the farm and went to Trenton, a distance of sixty miles, to work for my brother Martin. After he got work, he wrote for me to come there, too. As work was plentiful and I could get a job, I went down. A few days after my arrival, Silas was taken sick with filious fever. I stayed with him until he died. Before his death, realizing his time had come and not wishing the property to go back into Father's hands as he was not capable of taking care of it, he wished to deed the property to Martin and myself for the benefit of Father and Mother.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">So we had the deeds drawn up and he sat up in bed and signed them. After the death of Silas, Martin made me a proposition which was this: he would pay the funeral expenses and the doctor bills and deed me his share of the property if I would pay him $200 and take care of the old folks. Or he would pay me $200 and take care of the old folks if I would deed him my share of the property and pay Silas' funeral expenses. I accepted the latter offer, which astonished Martin very much. We returned to Charle- ston, where at my request, he gave Father and Mother a life lease and I deeded him my share of the property. After this was done I returned to Atkinson, bought a small farm of my Brother Kendall and took a notion to visit my brother Nahum living near Boston.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">Accordingly, Brother Sabin took myself and a load of shingles to Bangor. I sold the shingles and worked my passage to Plymouth. I visited Nahum in Brantree and he proposed we visit Alfred, who was living in Hartford, Conn. This we did. Alfred wanted me to remain with him, as I could get plenty of work and good wages , so I spent the summer there.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">In the fall, my brother-in-law, John Berry, came along and wanted me to go to Wis- consin with him to see the country. Alfred was away from home at the time, but I packed my trunk and left for the West without bidding him goodbye, and never saw him again. John Berry and I came to Cleveland, Ohio. The lakes froze over and we had to spend the winter there. I went to Kirtland to visit friends and see the temple. While there we met Martin Harris, who invited us to his house, where we went and heard him bear his testimony to the truth of the Book of Mormon.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">I obtained work at Cleveland for eight dollars a month and board. John Berry left me and went to Pittsburg to obtain work and we agreed to meet in Wisconsin. While in Cleveland, Mr. Berry found the Book of Mormon, read it, and brought it to me to read, which I did. The man with whom I was living had the Voice of Warning, which I read also. I found a branch of the church there, attended the meetings, became convinced of the truth of Mormonism, and was baptized in the month of April, 1845. Then I knew why it was that I had been led from my father's house and left my dear old mother whom I loved dearly.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">After the lakes were opened, I got higher wages, $16 a month at Akron where I worked one month. Then I went aboard a boat and landed at Chicago, then a small frontier town. From there I went to Rock River, Wisconsin, to meet my cousin Patience Millet, and friends from Maine. After the time was spent there, during which time I told them I was a Latter-Day Saint, they accused the Mormons of believing in polygamy. I told them it was only a slur and a false statement. At the end of my stay, I took the stage for Galena, ninety miles distant, and then went aboard a steamboat, went down the Mississippi River and arrived at Nauvoo in July 1845. I had a letter of recommendation to George A. Smith, who was in council with his brothers, but came out and spoke to me and asked me what I was going to do. I told him I did not know, but wished to do whatever was the best. He asked me if I had any money. I told him I had some. He advised me to hire my board and go to work on the temple, or Nauvoo House. So I hired my board and went to work on the temple. I paid my tithing from the day I was baptized every tenth day and the tenth of the worth of my clothes. After having paid my tithing, I went to work for the Nauvoo House, cutting hay for them on the prairie with two of the brethren. We camped where we worked until the mobs broke out and began to burn the farms and drive the Saints into Nauvoo. I joined the militia and went out as a guard to assist some of the Saints to move in. I was in the infantry company that went to war by order of the Sheriff of Bannock County to make arrests of those who had been burning and plundering the homes of the Saints.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">The presiding priesthood compromised with the mob and agreed to leave Nauvoo. Then I crossed the river to Montrose and went to work for Peter Robinson, threshing grain and making flour barrels. While at Montrose, I became acquainted with Emily Abbott and we were married in Nauvoo by John Taylor, February 9 [19], 1846, just before Brother Taylor crossed the river to join the Saints at Sugar Creek.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">After my marriage, not being plentifully supplied with this world's goods, I went down the Mississippi to Keokuk. There I obtained a job cutting cord wood at 50 cents per cord, boarded myself, camped in the timber, did my own cooking, and cut 15 cords of wood a week. I worked about three weeks and obtained enough money to buy a few of the necessities of life.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">I returned home and Brother William Robinson offered to take myself and wife west on condition that I drive and care for the team and Emily assist with the cooking. We agreed to do this and journeyed westward with the main body of the Saints. When we got to Garden Grove, Mr. Robinson concluded he couldn't take us any farther, so we remained there. With the help of Brother Steward, a young man who had just married, I bought a log cabin of one room. We put a roof on it and chucked it, but it was minus doors, floors or windows. We moved our wives into it and I went to Missouri with the intention of earning money enough to buy a team and wagon. I was in company with two other brethren, and being unable to reach the nearest town, thirty miles distant, we camped the first night in the woods without blankets or fire. The mosquitoes were very bad. Arriving at my destination, I worked one week for corn and bacon.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">At this time the report reached us that the United States government had called for a company of Saints to go to Mexico. I did not believe it but the spirit of the Lord directed me to go home. So the following Saturday, with the side of a bacon slung over my shoulder, I started for home, thirty miles distant. As I neared my destination, I met some brethren hunting stock and they confirmed the report I had heard concerning the call for a battalion to go to Mexico. They also told me that Brigham Young had written a letter to the Grove calling on all the single men and those that could be spared to come to Bluffs, 140 miles distant west, to assist the families and care for the teams of those who had joined the battalion, and they in turn could have use of their teams to bring their families to the Bluffs.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">Next day being Sunday, I went to meeting and heard the letter read. Volunteers were called for and I was the first to offer my service. Eight others followed my example. They agreed to meet me at my house the following Tuesday morning at nine o'clock and we would start together for the Bluffs.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">Tuesday morning came, but none of the men who had agreed to meet me put in an appearance, so, with my small bundle of clothes and provisions, I started alone on the journey of 140 miles, and only one settlement on the way. When within two days journey of the Bluffs, I overtook Mr. Robinson, who had left us at Garden Grove. He had lost a child and his teamster had deserted him, so he besought me to drive his team on to the Bluffs, which I did. When within ten miles of our journey's end, a messenger came into camp about midnight with the information that 16 men were wanted to complete the battalion. The camp was called up and not one volunteered until I broke the ice. Soon others followed and the required number made up.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">The next morning we filed out of camp and went to Trading Point on the Missouri River, where the Battalion was camped for a few days. We took up our line of march for Fort Leavenworth where we received our arms and camp equipage. We had the privilege of drawing our clothes or the money in lieu thereof. Most of the Battalion men received the money and sent the greater portion of it back to our families. We moved out a short distance from Fort Leavenworth and went into camp waiting for Col. Allen, who was sick at the fort. On learning that Col. Allen was dead, Lieut. Smith was given command of the Battalion and he put on a forced march to Santa Fe.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">Brother Tyler's History of the Battalion will give the details of the march better than I can. However, when we got to Santa Fe we drew all of our money and sent a portion of it back to our families. Col. Cooke was left at Santa Fe by order of General Kearney to take command of the Battalion and lead it to California. At Santa Fe I was detailed as assistant teamster to Hyrum Judd. By so doing I did not have to carry my gun and knapsack and was exempt from guard duty. One detachment of the Battalion consisting of the women and sick men were sent to Benton's Fort to winter and another de- tachment sent back after we left Santa Fe. As I did not keep a history of our journey, I will refer the reader to Tyler's History. I will add, however, that on the 27th of January we reached San Luis Mission where we remained a short time. Then we moved up to Los Angeles at which place we remained until we were discharged on the 16th day of July.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">Having drawn our pay and procured an outfit, we prepared to return to our homes by way of Sutter's Fort and across the North Pass of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, the old Emigrant Trail. While crossing the mountains we met Capt. Brown and Sam Brannon from Salt Lake Valley. Brown to draw the pay for his company, and Brannon to meet the company of Saints who had gone to California by water.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">The returning men of the Battalion divided into three squads on their return trip, and I was in company with Brothers Tyler, Hancock and others. We met Brown near where the company of emigrants, enroute to California, had perished the winter before, and saw the skeletons and bones of those unfortunate people lying on the ground unburied. Brown brought word from Brigham Young that those of the Battalion who had not provisions to last them into Salt Lake Valley had better remain in California during the winter. Some of the brethren turned back and a few others continued eastward. I was in the latter number and we arrived in Salt Lake Valley on the 16th of October, 1847. After resting awhile, we proceeded on our journey towards the Missouri.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">When I left the valley, I had sixteen pounds of flour to take me a thousand miles and three mules which I took from California to Council Bluffs. On our journey we bought some buffalo meat from the Indians and killed a few of these animals ourselves. On arriving at Loop Fork on the Platte River, we camped for the night and tried to ford the river, but the ice was running so thick that our mules would not try to cross, so we put up for the night. The next morning found us in as cold a northeaster snowstorm as I had ever experienced in the state of Maine.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">We stayed in camp all day and ate the last bit of provision we had, even a pair of raw hide saddle bags which I had brought from California on a wild mule. The next morning there was about ten inches of snow on the ground and we started down the river hoping to find missionaries at the Pawnee Mission. That day we killed some prairie chickens which was all we had. Next day we came opposite the mission houses which were across the river from us. Some of the boys commenced to build a raft when, on looking down the river, we saw Robert Harris crossing the ice by means of a long pole. We abandoned our raft and followed his example and crossed the river on the ice. We found the mission deserted and the corn all gathered, but we went into the fields and with our feet gathered a few ears of frost-bitten corn which the Indians had left, and which we ate raw. We went into the houses and stayed all night without bedding. One of the boys brought a frying pan and the corn we didn't eat raw, we parched and ate all we wanted and took the rest to camp with us.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">On reaching camp the next morning, we found that one of our mules had gotten into the water and was so badly chilled that he had to be killed, and we ate all the meat ex- cept the lights. Those I tried eating, but they were so much like Indian rubber that I gave up the attempt.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">After getting all the company across the ice, we went to the Mission homes and stayed all day. Having obtained a little good corn from the Indians, we took up our line of march for Council Bluffs, 140 mile distant, with the snow from 8 to 10 inches deep. We arrived in Winter Quarters on the 18th of December, 1847, having been gone 18 months. Three days later the Missouri River froze over sufficiently hard to be crossed by the teams and wagons. On reaching Winter Quarters I spent the night with one of my companions thinking my wife was still in Garden Grove where I had left her. Next morning I went to find Bro. Brown's family and they told me my wife was living a short distance from them. This was good news, I assure you, and I lost no time in seeking out Emily and her mother, Abigail Abbott, who was a widow with eight children. Emily, be- ing the eldest, had been able to move to Winter Quarters with the assistance of William Robinson.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">It may be out of place to enumerate the articles I had for a winter campaign: one pair of white cotton pants, a white cotton jacket, an old vest, a miltary overcoat, which I bought from one of the dragoons, a pair of garments, and a shirt; the latter articles were made from an old wagon cover by Sedric Judd, the tailor of our mess.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">I found my wife in quite poor circumstances, but with a fine boy eleven months old, my eldest son, Edward, who, at this writing, is bishop of Bunkerville. After resting a few weeks, I got wagons and a harness, hitched up my mules and went to Missouri to work for provisions. I found employment splitting rails for fencing. I earned a fat hog and some corn and returned home. We moved across the river to Mesquite Creek. Sister Abbott moved with us. She had two small boys and we put in crops of corn together. The next spring Mother Abbott emigrated to Salt Lake City. I assisted her to a yoke of oxen and the following year received from James Brown, the money for the same. With this I bought cattle to assist me to emigrate next season. I also received three months extra pay from the government and a land warrant which I sold for $150. The emigration to California began next year and corn brought from 25 cents to $1.50 per bushel. I had raised a good crop and this assisted me very much to obtain my outfit.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">In the spring of 1850, I started to Salt Lake Valley in Captain Johnson's hundred and Matthew Caldwell's fifty, and I was captain of a ten. We followed up the route of the California emigrants on the south side of the Platte River. Nothing of importance happened until we came in the cholera district where the emigrants had died in great numbers and were buried by the roadside. We found one man unburied lying in the brush. He was given a burial by our company. Our camp was stricken and 18 out of our hundred died from the effects of the cholera. My wife and daughter, Emily, who had been born to us the first of March, 1849, on Mesquite Creek, Iowa, were taken very sick, but through the powers of faith and good nursing they soon recovered. At the end of three months we reached Salt Lake Valley, our haven of rest, September 1, 1850. I settled in Ogden City, took up a farm about a mile from the city on what was then known as Canfield Creek. I built a house of three log rooms and fenced my farm the first year.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">William Lang owned a farm adjoining mine, also James Brown. William Lang died soon after I came there and I married his widow, whose maiden name was Sarah A. Browning, June, 1852. She had two girls by her first husband. President Young and Heber C. Kimball came to Ogden in 1851 and organized the stake with Lorin Farr as president and James Brown and William Palmer as councilors. I was chosen a member of the High Council and ordained by Brigham Young and Heber C. Kimball set me apart for that calling. I was also a member of the first council of Ogden City.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">In the fall of 1852, I was called to go on a mission to England. There were some sev- enty elders called at that time. We started on our missions immediately after the Octo- ber semi-annual conference and took with us the first publication of the revelation on celestial marriage which was sent to the nations of the earth. After landing in Liverpool we reported ourselves to the presidency of the mission in Liverpool at the office of the Mellenial Star. I was appointed to preside over the Bristol conference in the place of George Halliday who was released to emigrate. I presided there about three months, then I was called to care for Mr. Clayton's field of labor, he being sent home. That field included Sheffield, Bradford, and Lincolnshire conferences. I labored there two years, then was released to preside in Scotland which included the conferences of Dundee, Glasgow and Edinburgh. I labored there one year then was released to come home. There were about five hundred emigrants, all Saints, and some returning elders on board ship and presided over by Daniel Tyler.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">The voyage was pleasant with the exception of one storm during which one sailor was drowned. We landed in New York, at Castle Garden, thence by rail to St. Louis, then by steamboat up the Mississippi River to Iowa City, which place we reached in the month of June, 1856.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">Here the company was fitted out with hand carts. I was given charge of a Welch company and left Iowa City, June 28, 1856. We procured our provisions and teams to haul our supplies at Council Bluffs. After leaving Iowa City, we encountered some heavy rain and windstorms which blew down our tents and washed away our hand- carts. I got a heavy drenching which brought on a spell of rheumatism that confined me to my bed a portion of the journey.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">I had for my councilors Brothers Grant, a Scotchman, and tailor by trade, and Mac- Donald, a cabinet maker, neither of whom had much experience in handling teams. Both were returned missionaries. The Welsh people had had no experience and very few of them could speak English. This made my burden very heavy. I had the mule team to drive and had to instruct the teamsters about yoking the oxen.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">The journey from the Missouri River to Salt Lake City was accomplished in 65 days. We were short of provisions all the way and would have suffered for food had not supplies reached us from the valley. However, we arrived safely in Salt Lake City, October 2, 1856. Other companies that started in the latter part of the season were caught in the snow storms and suffered severely from cold and hunger and many of them perished. When I arrived home my health was very poor, having suffered a great deal while in England from the cold damp climate.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">I found my family in poor circumstances, having lost about forty head of cattle during the winter. The winter before I arrived they had also passed through what was called the "Grasshopper War". Soon after my arrival I was made Bishop of the Second Ward in Ogden and labored in that capacity until I moved to Dixie. Some time later I was in Big Cottonwood Canyon celebrating the 24th of July, 1857, when word came that Johnson's army was coming to exterminate the Mormons.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">We all returned to our homes and prepared for the worst. The militia was called out and sent into Echo Canyon and Johnson's Army was obligated to winter on Ham's Fork. In the spring of '58 we moved as far south as Payson where we remained all summer. During this time Governor Cummings and Col. Kane came directly from Washington D.C. Everything was peaceable and in the fall we returned to our homes.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">In the fall of '59, our daughter Emily, then ten years old, was sick with bilious fever and tape worm, near unto death. Lost her speech and memory and was as helpless as an infant. Her mother weaned the baby and gave Emily the breast and that was all the nourishment she took for two months. She was healed thru the ordinances of the church by the power of God, as one raised from the dead. All her faculties returned and she is now living and the mother of four boys.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">In April of 1861, I married Mary McQuarrie, and the following November with my wives, Emily and Mary, moved to Dixie and spent the first year in Toquerville. My wife Sarah remained in Ogden and the next fall I went for her.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">In the fall of '62 I was called to preside at the Santa Clara. At this time we endured many privations and hardships on account of dry seasons and loss of crops. I was obliged to haul my breadstuffs from the north for several years. At one time grain was so scarce that flour was worth $10 per cwt. and had it not been for the liberality of our brethren in the north, our southern settlement would have suffered severely. Before flour reached us, my family was reduced to bran bread and glad to get that.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">I also assisted to establish a settlement in Clover Valley and moved part of my family there. Salter and I bought a place in Panguitch and were among the first settlers after the town was established. Moved part of my family and two of my sons also settled there. I presided at the Santa Clara for about twelve years, then resigned on account of poor health, not having sufficient resources to keep my family together. Marius Ensign, my first councilor, was appointed my successor.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">During my later administration as Bishop, President Brigham Young introduced the United Order in the Dixie Mission. This we all joined. I put in all I possessed, the labor of myself, two teams, and two boys. I had a nice crop of grain growing, said by the ap- praisors to be the best in the field. I worked until the Order broke up, which it did just one year from the date of commencement, January 1. At the division in our town, my teams and wagons were returned to me, but I wasn't given a pound of hay, grain, or cotton, with twenty in my family. Be assured this was a dark day for myself and family, but we said in our hearts, "The Lord knows we obeyed that principle with a pure motive and He will not let us suffer." I took my boys and teams and went into the mountains and cut and hauled wood to St. George for the temple and for individuals, and in this way obtained flour and factory pay to sustain my family until another harvest.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">The next year I raised enough to support my family and pay off a $150 cash debt. So you see the Lord abundantly blessed us for our integrity. Having seen by the spirit of the Lord the necessity and blessings of the United Order, I labored for two or three years with my family and neighbors and friends, and counciled with President Brigham Young previous to making a settlement on the Rio Virgin, fifty miles south of St. George. President Young told me I could go any place in the south, but said repeatedly not to go north. So, having gathered a sufficient number, including Dudley and Lemuel Leavitt and families, J. [G.] W. Lee, S.C. Crosby, E. Bunker, Jr., and families, others joined us later on, we were organized as a company the first of January, 1877, at Santa Clara.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">We left there soon after and reached what was then known as Mesquite, but that was afterwards named Bunkerville. We began work the eighth of January, myself presiding over the company, and later was ordained Bishop with E. Bunker, Jr. as my first and Myron Abbott as my second councilors.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">We labored there in the order three years. At the end of that time, we attempted to or- ganize into stewardships, and the result was that we broke up. The brethren did not understand the principle sufficient to accept of it. Previous to this, we had labored in one company. Our labors, however, were very highly crowned with success. In settling up we paid off the capital stock dollar for dollar, fed and clothed the company and paid 18 per cent on every man's labor. We made a valuation of our improvements, divided them up and they went to pay our indebtedness. Our land was covered with a heavy growth of mesquite trees that had to be grubbed off. Then every acre had to be leveled with a scraper before it was to be irrigated. This made our work very laborious for ourselves and teams. But when the land was brought under cultivation, it was very productive.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">My health was very poor so I thought a trip to Arizona would be beneficial, and with the consent of the President of the Stake and President John Taylor, I started south on April 4, 1882. We reached Mesa City the 25th of the same month at which place we spent the summer. The Apache Indians were on the war path and it was unsafe to travel further south. After spending a pleasant summer, in the fall, I went to San Pedro and stayed a few months, then pushed on to Sulphur Spring Valley where I had rela- tives. I will also state I took my wife Emily with me and sons Silas and George, and daughter Louella. Our outfit consisted of two teams, two wagons and a tent.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">We remained in Sulphur Springs several months and regained our health and visited friends. While at Mesa in company with a few of the brethren, I went into Old Mexico as far south as the San Bernardino ranch. Having been gone nearly two years, we de- cided to return home, which we did, arriving here December 26, 1883.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">While I was absent the settlement of Bunkerville experienced a very heavy flood which nearly broke up the town, but thru the perseverance and integrity of the people, they were able to repair the damages and save the place from abandonment. From that time on the town has grown and flourished. The Lord has blessed the people and now they are beginning to reap the reward of their labors.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:small;">In conclusion I would say that now at the age of 72 I am resting from my labors and am associated with a goodly portion of my family, having in all three wives, 28 children, seventeen boys and eleven girls. Three girls and two boys have died. I also have sev- enty grandchildren, sixty-one of whom are living and two great grandchildren.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:17.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-2410103907725204622010-09-28T09:36:00.000-07:002012-10-02T17:02:17.581-07:00An Article Written about Edward Bunker, Jr.<h1 class="inner" style="text-align: center;">
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/" name="3"></a>“Remember, just five minutes,” warned the attendant as he ushered Salt Lake businessman Nephi L. Morris into the plush Chicago office of important financier Thomas N. McCauley. Handing the tycoon the caller’s business card, the attendant posted himself by the door to be sure the five-minute limit would not be exceeded.<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/" name="5"></a>Mr. McCauley explained that while still a young man he had amassed a fortune in the East before the turn of the century. But the strain of business finally broke him physically. His doctor warned that the only hope for recovery was for the young executive to spend six months to a year in the West, living in the open. Reluctantly accepting this advice, Mr. McCauley turned his extensive business affairs over to associates and went west, accompanied by the doctor.<br />
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/" name="7"></a>The strangers had not known that this man’s home often served as a hospital or hotel for people passing through those barren regions. While bishop from 1883 to 1908, Brother Bunker served as the local doctor, setting about 40 broken limbs, amputating fingers, lancing sores, and once even successfully sewing on a boy’s foot that had been amputated by a mowing machine. According to local tradition, the Bunker family rarely dined alone because of the good bishop’s hospitality. Travelers could stay at the Bunker home as long as they wanted, said the Bunker rule, but they would be treated like one of the family and could not disrupt the normal family life.</div>
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/" name="8"></a>The Easterners were quickly made welcome and were promised every accommodation within the tiny community’s power to give. Their wagon and team were cared for. Food was provided. Bedding and supplies materialized, and the Bunker parlor was converted into a makeshift hospital ward.</div>
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<a href="http://www.blogger.com/" name="9"></a>Day after day the doctor and the Bunkers carefully nursed the critically ill patient. Weeks passed and McCauley made only slow progress. The doctor spent his time with the sick man or off by himself. While confined helplessly to his bed, however, the young man was in a unique position to witness the everyday activities of this humble Latter-day Saint family.</div>
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Janet http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958600686323778939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-72138092542571735932010-09-27T14:06:00.000-07:002010-10-05T08:02:29.144-07:001827-1913 Emily Abbott Bunker<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKEMsGwq0QI/AAAAAAAAHv4/g2a9si3XRnI/s1600/emily-abbott-bunker.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ifsKMxBvkD8/TKEMsGwq0QI/AAAAAAAAHv4/g2a9si3XRnI/s400/emily-abbott-bunker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521708570001461506" /></a><br /><br /><br />Emily Abbott Bunker<br />Born: September 19, 1827 at Dansville, Livingston County, New York Died: February 8, 1913 at Panguitch, Garfield, Utah<br />Daughter of Stephen Joseph Abbott and Abigail Smith Wife of Edward Bunker<br />Written by Shirley N. Maynes<br />"Five Hundred Wagons Stood Still - Mormon Battalion Wives" 1999<br />Pages 86 to 89 <div><br />Emily Abbott was born on September 19, 1827 in Dansville, Livingston County, New York to Stephen Joseph Abbott and Abigail Smith Abbott. Emily's family was well to do and she had been educated in the finest schools. When Emily was ten, the family moved west to develop a forty-acre stretch of land in Illinois. While living in Nauvoo, the family was converted to Mormonism and soon moved to Nauvoo. In 1843, Emily's father died and to help provide for her mother and five brothers and sisters, teenage Emily found work as an apprentice to a tailor. After spending a considerable amount of time developing her skill, she became a fine seamstress. It was while working in Nauvoo that Edward Bunker met the beautiful Emily Abbott. After a brief courtship they were married on February 9, 1846 by Elder John Taylor.</div><div><br />Edward's family had settled in Massachusetts and was part of the group who was determined to defend their beliefs even if it meant fighting the British for their freedom. The famed "Bunker Hill Battle" during the Revolutionary War was named after the Bunker family. "Don't fire until you see the whites of their eyes!" This legendary order has come to symbolize the conviction and determination of the ill-equipped American colonists facing powerful British forces during the famous battle fought on this site on June 17, 1775.</div><div><br />The battle is popularly known as "The Battle of Bunker Hill" . The first monument on the site was an 18-foot wooden pillar with a gilt urn erected in 1794 by King Solomon's Lodge of Masons to honor fallen patriot and mason, Dr. Joseph Warren. In 1823, a group of prominent citizens formed the Bunker Hill Monument Association to construct a more permanent and significant monument to commemorate the famous battle. The existing monument was finally completed in 1842 and dedicated on June 17, 1843, in a major national ceremony. Today, a 221-foot granite obelisk marks the site of the first major battle of the American Revolution.<br />When Edward was nineteen years old, he decided to move west. It was while passing through Kirtland, Ohio that he met Martin Harris and heard from him the story of Joseph Smith and the beginnings of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He joined the Church and was baptized in April of 1845. Eventually, he followed the Saints to Nauvoo, Illinois.<br />Emily and Edward were married during the period of time when the Saints were leaving Nauvoo for Iowa. The young Bunker couple was without means for their trek west, so Edward went to Mississippi where he found work. After saving enough money he had the means to leave with the Saints in their western migration. At Garden Grove, he ran out of money and provisions. He built a one-room log house for Emily and her mother and family. Emily felt lucky to have this shelter for they had camped out in a tent during the winter months.<br />The family needed a wagon and team to complete their journey to the Council Bluffs. Edward and a friend decided to return to Missouri to find work. It was while he was traveling that he heard the United States government wanted five hundred volunteers to fight in the Mexican War. He rushed home to Garden Grove where he listened again to Church leaders asking for volunteers to go and fight in the war. He and Emily made the choice he should go. It would provide the means through which his army pay would eventually help the family move to the west. Reluctantly, and with thoughts centered upon the long separation from Emily, who was expecting their first child, Edward Bunker left with his company as a Private in Company "E" under the command of Captain Daniel Davis.</div><div><br />Emily, an expert with needle and cloth, sometimes felt superior to those not dressed as well as she. One day she saw a young baby dressed in some glazed curtain material. The material had bright shawl-type flower figures on a deep blue background. Curtain material for a baby dress she questioned? She criticized the mother for not being able to provide better and vowed out loud: "I would not clothe my child in a dress like that, even if I could have it for nothing. " Famous last words!</div><div><br />When on February 1, 1847, Emily gave birth to her baby boy, Edward Bunker, Jr., she had nothing to clothe him in. No one in camp had anything she could buy to sew into baby clothes. No one, that is, except the mother she had criticized for using curtain material. The mother kindly said to her: "I have yet a few yards of the same material from which I made my baby's dress. You are welcome to it." Emily, swallowing her pride, accepted the curtain material. "No, I don't want you to pay for it," the giver said. "I hope you need it so much that you'll not shed tears over it and blame the Lord because you have no better." Emily did not complain about the curtain cloth dress she made for her son. For a long time it was the only clothing the baby boy had.</div><div><br />When Edward was mustered out of the army on July 16, 1847, his thoughts immediately turned to returning to Iowa and his family. Edward left California in the Lytle-Pace Company with Levi W. Hancock as the leader. They passed through Sutter's Fort and continued on the emigrant trail east over the North Pass of the Sierra Nevada. His group entered the Great Salt Lake Valley on October 16, 1847.</div><div><br />After a brief stay he and his companions left for Iowa. The time was late fall and winter was fast approaching. The group suffered immensely on their journey back to the east, but they were accustomed to these hardships. They had just recently suffered from hunger and poor weather conditions while on the march with the Battalion.</div><div><br />A week before Christmas, trudging through the snow, they finally reached Winter Quarters. Edward, thinking that Emily was still at Garden Grove, stayed overnight with a friend fully expecting to push onward the next day. The next morning brought a pleasant surprise to him. Emily, her mother Abigail, and a fine son, nearly a year old, were living only a short distance away. Edward's autobiography he records: "This was good news, I assure you, and I lost no time seeking out Emily... " Their reunion was a happy and joyous one with his wife, her mother and the son he had not seen. History does not say what, the baby boy wore to meet his soldier-father. But it is recorded that years later, as the mother of eleven children, Emily often told the story of the curtain dress to her children to help them to peacefully accept situations when money and earthly goods were lacking.</div><div><br />Edward Bunker was without means to start west. His army pay provided for the care of Emily and for his trip back to Iowa, so he went to Missouri and found employment by splitting rails. Eventually, he had enough funds to obtain a hog and some corn for planting<br />The Bunkers moved across the river to Mosquito Creek. It was here that Emily gave to a girl born March 1, 1849. They farmed until the spring of 1850. With his money from his army back pay, the sale of his military land warrant, and cash from participants in the California gold rush who bought up Edward's corn for six times its value in the states, Emily, Edward and children left for the Great Salt Lake Valley.</div><div><br />The Bunkers joined the Aaron Johnson Company, with Edward serving as a captain of ten, and set out for the Rockies. They arrived in Salt Lake on September 1, 1850.<br />Emily and Edward moved to Ogden where Edward built a three-room log house for his family and he again took up farming. Not long after, Edward was called on a two-year mission to Scotland. When he returned home, he was called as Bishop of the Ogden Second Ward.<br />On July 24, 1857, in Big Cottonwood Canyon, Emily and Edward attended the anniversary celebration since Brigham Young and his company had entered the Salt Lake It was here that they, along with the other Saints, learned of the coming of the Johnston's Army. The people left from their joyous holiday and returned to their homes.</div><div><br />President Brigham Young and other Church leaders decided that the Saints should move their families to the southern part of the state. By this time, Emily had given birth to more children. The Bunkers moved their family to Payson, Utah and remained there until peace was established between the army and the church. In the fall, the Bunkers returned to their home in Ogden.</div><div><br />In 1861, the Bunker family was asked to give up their prosperous farm in Ogden, and settle in the southern part of the state in a place called Toquerville. On December 12, Emily gave birth to her seventh child, a baby girl named Cynthia Celestia Bunker. They stayed a year in Toquerville before moving to Clara in Washington County, Utah. It was there that Edward was called again to preside as bishop. Emily was busy attending to her children and household responsibilities. She gave birth to four more children in Santa Clara.</div><div><br />Emily moved to Panguitch, Utah where Edward had purchased land. She died there February 8, 1913 at the age of eighty-five years and is buried in the Panguitch Cemetery, Garfield County, Utah. She had experienced many trials and hardships mingled with happiness, and through it all, she persevered enduring to the end.</div><div><br />Edward Bunker settled by the left bank of the Virgin River known as "Mesquite Flats". When water became available, a town was established known as "Bunkerville." Myron Abbott, Emily's brother, was also one of the early settlers.</div><div><br />Edward died on November 17, 1901 in Mexico. A headstone was constructed for him and his family in the Bunkerville Cemetery, Clark County, Nevada. The U.S. Mormon Battalion and family members memorialized his grave on October 10, 1998, by placing a beautiful bronze plaque on his grave.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-62173302683242785792010-09-27T01:00:00.000-07:002015-10-08T09:59:19.224-07:001815-1885 Benjamin Frederick Blake and Harriet Hollis<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Benjamin Frederick Blake was born In Blandford, Dorset, England, March 12, 1815 to Isaac and Sophia Wood Blake. After his school days, he was apprenticed to the upholstering and paper-hanging business and later learned to make mattresses and furniture which became his means of livelihood.</div>
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Harriet Hollis, daughter of William Hollis and Maria Wooldridge, was born in Bishopstoke, Hampshire, England on Dec 11, 1820. When her schooling was completed she obtained an apprenticeship in dressmaking. Harriet's parents were concerned about their daughter's health and feared that she was not strong enough to be married. Thus it was with some difficulty that Benjamin gained their permission to marry his sweetheart.</div>
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When Blake was twenty-five, they were married in England in 1841. Harriet's health improved and they were blessed with seven children, two of whom died in infancy. Their marriage must hae been a very happy one, for if there was any disagreement between, them, no one knew it except themselves. They prospered during the first twelve years of their marriage while they in in England. They owned a large furniture store which boasted of mirrors, a rare commodity for those days. </div>
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In 1846, they moved to Salisbury, Wilshire, England. They is where they first heard the gospel of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. In May of 1851, they and their oldest son Frederick,who was eleven, joined the church. In 1853, they and their five children, having buried two of their seven children in England, emigrated to America and onto Salt Lake City, Utah, with the Ten Pound Company. They had given up their home, business, loved ones and all that was dear to them to come to America.</div>
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In company with over 300 other converts to the church, they left England aboard the sailing ship Falcon. Many of the events of the journey were recorded by Mr. James Jack, secretary to the company. We learn from his journal that meetings had been held prior to their departure in which plans were made for daily activities during the voyage. The members were given encouragement for the trials before them, so that they would not murmur but would be able to bear them like saints of the most High God.</div>
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They set sail on the morning of Mar 28, 1853 and were singing hymns as the ship left the dock. Mr. Jack records that the first few days on the ship were trying ones. The winds had been against them; there was general dissatisfaction because they did not receive all of the food which had be allotted to them. Food was not served on schedule and improperly cooked. Their spirits were not high.</div>
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The leaders counselled together for the edification of the saints. As a result, wards were organized, each ward to share alike in the privileges given, that there might be a general satisfaction in all the ship. A school was organized for the children and men were given different tasks to perform for the comfort of the various group. Better feelings resulted and by April 6th the sea was more calm and the winds favorable. As the journey progressed the people as a whole were in good health, however three babies were stricken and died. Three marriages were performed on the boat during the voyage. By the middle of April the saints had started making wagon covers and tents. After about seven weeks the ship reached New Orleans. Another twelve days was spent going up the Mississippi River to Keokuk, Iowa where the group was divided into smaller companies, before they started to cross the plains early in June. it was the last of September when they reached Utah.</div>
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The Blake family lived in Salt Lake the following seven years, with the exception of one year when they were in American Fork, when Johnson's army came to Utah. During these early days In Utah, the crops were often poor and food scarce. Harriet often thought of the days when she was attending dressmaking school and was compelled to eat an apple dumpling before each dinner. The teacher thought it helped to digest the food. How she hated apple dumpling then, but how she wished that she might have one now. Three babies were born to this family while they lived in Salt Lake City, before they were called to help colonize a new settlement.</div>
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In 1860 Brigham Young stated at a meeting that he wished a city to be built at the unction of the Rio Virgin and Santa Clara rivers, to be named St. George. He called three hundred missionaries to settle the country. May of these were tradesman and artisans filled to aid in the building up of this area. The Blakes were among those chosen to settle St. George. They moved there in 1861.</div>
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Again Benjamin built a furniture shop and worked to make it equal to the one he had left in England. The shop was divided and the work rooms had only three walls so he could have plenty of fresh air. He did not like to be confined indoors for any length of time. He was a master in his trade and had charge of the upholstering work in the St. George Temple. He eventually had a row of shops 6 rooms long on his lot, where he made and sold furniture. After his death on Mar 9, 1884 in St. George, his shops burned completely down in 1911. The city had no fire department and the bucket brigade was no match for it. <br />
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The home of Benjamin Frederick Blake was the center of amusement. The five Blake girls Caroline, Elizabeth, Emma, Jane and Harriet were pleasant hostesses for numerous parties which brought in the young people of various ages. Brother Blake played his violin for dancing and his English wife Harriet was a clever story teller. They even staged dramatics and spelling matches. Of particular interest was the furniture made--good easy chairs and comfortable sofas and lounges.</div>
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Frederick Blake was a kind, loving father and husband. Harriet was a sweet, gentile and courageous mother. They were both people of great faith and humility. Even though sorrow and tragedy came, their attitude was that the will of their Creator be done. It was their desire to rise above difficulty.</div>
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Benjamin Frederick Blake was High Priest in the Mormon Church and a noted furniture and cabinet maker. He was also known as "Chair Maker Blake" in the Dixie Mission. He is mentioned among the "Pioneer's and Prominent Men of Utah". Harriet was named in the book "English Gentle Women" which is about women rmembered for their exquisite manners and the refining effect that they had upon the Pioneer Women.</div>
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Most all of the early day homes in St. George and surrounding towns had furniture made by Benjamin Frederick Blake. One rocking chair in the possession of his great granddaughter Roberta Blake Barnum was restored by her husband and brother Trueman and wife DeLoris Cox Blake. There is the signature of Ben Blake written in deep pencil on the bottom of the seat. This chair is estimated to be, well over 100 years old (in the 60's). After Frederick's death on Mar 9, 1884 in St. George, his shops burned completely down in 1911. The city had no fire department and the bucket brigade was no match for it. Harriet died Oct 31, 1908 at the age of 88. She is buried along side her husband in the St. George cemetery.</div>
Janet http://www.blogger.com/profile/00958600686323778939noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-12979901452957211132010-09-26T14:24:00.000-07:002010-10-05T08:00:37.325-07:001804-1843 Stephen Joseph AbbottStephen Joseph Abbott<br /><br />Born : August 16, 1804 in Providence, Pennsylvanis<br />Died: October 19, 1843 Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois<br /><br />Compiled by His Great Great Granddaughter, Lucy Brown Archer<br /><br />Stephen Joseph Abbott was born August 16, 1804, in Providence, Pennsylvania. He was the son of James Abbott and Phoebe Howe Coray Abbott.<div><br />On December 11, 1825, he married Abigail Smith in Dansville, Steuben County, New York. Abigail had come to the vicinity to visit her uncle and aunt, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Smith. She was an expert linen weaver and was hired by Stephen's mother to live in the Abbott home and weave. Stephen and Abigail fell in love and were married with the blessings of both families. Stephen was 21 years old and Abigail was 19.</div><div><br />Stephen was a fine looking man, a full six feet in height, strongly built, with black hair, brown eyes. He was alert and honest, a good businessman, loved by his relatives and respected by all. He learned the trade of furniture making and painting. At one time he followed the business of potash boiling which his son, Myron, described as paying "tolerable well." At another time he went into partnership with his brother James. Together they set up a factory for making yarn. Besides his cabinet making business, he and his nephew, a son of his half-brother, Elijah, owned and operated a cording and fulling machine at Arkport, New York. The business flourished and was discontinued when both brothers began their westward move.</div><div><br />He was rather indifferent to religion until after his marriage, when he and his wife attached themselves to a sect called Universalists, who seemed to hold much broader views than the Methodists or Presbyterians, the dominant creeds of that section.</div><div><br />About 1838 there was a great tide of emigration pouring into the Mississippi Valley. Stephen’s two brothers Edmond Austin Abbott and Eleazer Coray Abbott were already living in Michigan, so he concluded to go to the Mississippi Valley, and make a permanent home for himself, where he could settle his family. He went by boat down the Allegheny River and in five weeks arrived in Pike County, Illinois. He bought a quarter section of farmland and forty acres of timber land. He then went to Michigan to visit his brothers which was the last time they ever met. He went on to New York where he was warmly greeted by many friends all anxious to learn something of the new country in the Great Valley. He settled up his business affairs, and after visiting with this wife’s family at Palmyra, New York, he said farewell to his friends and relatives. It may have been at this time that he met with considerable financial loss. His son Myron Abbott wrote many years later, "...he met with some losses owing to the falsity of men who failed to pay him, he would rather lose his pay than take them before the law." This was a characteristic of Stephen's and a course of action he followed several times in his life.</div><div><br />Stephen took his wife and children, by boat, down the Allegheny River, leaving April 14, 1837. They landed at Naples on the Illinois River in Pike County, Illinois, in the latter part of May, 1837. They at once began to cultivate their land and build a home. The home, a log house with a dirt roof, was finished in time to welcome their sixth child born in. His wife, Abigail Smith Abbott, writing of this period says, "On the first day of December of that year our son Myron was born, a promising child. My daughters went out in the garden and found a beautiful rose, although the season for that flower was long past, I took it as an omen of promise and rejoiced. There is nothing unusual or strange in this for a mother, but after many years, when it was known that through him alone, descended his father’s name, the incident may be worthy of preservation." In 1838 Stephen’s elder brother James Abbott and family and their mother, Phoebe Howe Coray Abbott, came to Illinois and settled near them and again they were surrounded by friends. Their mother died here about 1840 [9 Sept 1842].</div><div><br />In 1839, Stephen Joseph Abbott and his wife, Abigail, came in contact with the Mormon people who, on being driven out of Missouri, were settling in Nauvoo, Illinois. They investigated the new religion long and carefully and they and their children became members of the church. Stephen was baptized in March 1839, by Joseph Wood and confirmed by him and William Brenton [Burton]. Stephen went to hear them preach and was impressed by the message they taught. In Abigail's word, "Our minds were not easily turned from our former principles, but after three months study we were in full faith of the principles and promises of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints." Stephen and Abigail were baptized in 1839 and never faltered in their devotion to the faith they had embraced.</div><div><br />At the April conference of the Church held in Nauvoo in 1840, he was ordained an elder. In 1842 he was ordained a seventy. The same year, they moved to Nauvoo and bought a home and some land. In company with George Miller, Lyman Wight, and James Brown.<br /><br />Stephen was called on a temporal mission to gather funds to build the Nauvoo temple. He was afterwards called on a mission to Wisconsin. When he left Pike County he placed a quantity of wheat in the mill. This he depended on to feed his family in his absence. Through false pretense, one Brier Griffin, a distant relative, obtained four barrels of flour and a Mr. Jacques [Jazues] also obtained a considerable quantity. This loss was a great disappointment to him, so to make provision for his family, he in company with E. Thompson, a cousin who was to accompany him on this mission, began to get some cordwood down the Mississippi from an island. This entailed much wet and exposure. On October 16, he was taken ill, and on the nineteenth of October 1843, he died, age 38 years. Yet a young man, just coming into the prime of manhood, just beginning a life that held much promise of honor and usefulness, he was much loved and sincerely mourned by his family, a young wife and eight children, six girls and two boys. His struggle was over, theirs was about to commence, and will be related in as much detail as the ravages of time has permitted to be preserved.<br /><br />Children of Stephen Joseph Abbott and Abigail Smith Abbott:<br /><br />Emily Abbott Bunker born September 19, 1827 in Dansville, Livingston County, New York<br />Charilla Abbott Browning born July 4, 1829 in Hornellsville, Steuben County, New York<br />Phoebe Abigail Abbott born May 18, 1831 in Hornellsville, Steuben County, New York<br />Lydia Lucina Abbott Squire born February 25, 1833 in Hornellsville, Steuben County, New York</div><div>Abiel Abbott born July 10, 1835 in Hornellsville, Steuben County, New York; d. 1907<br />Myron Abbott born December 1, 1837 in Perry, Pike County, Illinois<br />Cynthia Abbott Fife born December 28, 1839 in Perry, Pike County, Illinois; d. 1910<br />Abigail Abbott Zundel born February 23, 1842 in Perry, Pike County, Illinois<br /><br />The work he commenced was destined to be continued by his wife, the faith that he exposed, and practically gave his life for, is professed by all his children unto this day, and almost without exception by their children also. He sleeps in an unmarked grave on the hillside overlooking the Great Father of Waters.</div><div><br />Abigail Smith Abbott, his wife was stunned, heartbroken, and almost overwhelmed by the terrible and unexpected blow. She had no relatives and no one to turn to except her Heavenly Father. It is probable that her father may have helped her, but being very proud, she never complained to an;yone. She had great faith and she lived by prayer through sickness, adversity, and sorrow. Winter was almost upon them, she had eight children, the oldest sixteen years. Provisions were hard to obtain, the country being new. The people with whom she had cast her lot nearly all were poor, mostly refugees, having been robbed, scourged, and mobbed out of Missouri. Her husband, who was public spirited, had put a large portion of his property into the building of the Nauvoo Temple and other public buildings. Public opinion was inflamed against the whole community. In just a few months they saw their leaders, Joseph and Hyrum Smith, murdered.</div><div><br />Emily, the eldest daughter, speaking of this sad time, says she was wrapped up in her father, loved him dearly and grieved bitterly when he died, but she says her sorrow was nothing compared with their grief when Joseph, the Prophet of God was murdered. She felt their home was spoiled when their father was taken, whereas, at the death of the prophet, she felt the whole world was spoiled. Such was the gloom among the people of Nauvoo. Abigail Smith Abbott was a heroic woman, pure, chaste and noble in purpose, and the aims and objects of her life were as successful as could be expected in human life. Honor be to the memory of Stephen and Abigail Abbott .</div><div><br />According to Abigail, the Prophet Joseph Smith spoke at Stephen's funeral, saying that Stephen had been called on the other side to fill his mission. Stephen Joseph Abbott was buried in an unmarked grave in Nauvoo, which location is now unknown. When Abigail was forced to leave Nauvoo with her family, she recorded later, "I had no means to erect a monument, or even a slab to mark my beloved one's grave, but I planted some morning glory on the grave and left him there to sleep and rest." Even though no headstone was raised to mark his last resting place, Stephen had his monument in the love and the remembrance of his family. Then and in future times would be seen the fulfillment of the promise made in his patriarchal blessing that his name would be had in honorable remembrance by his posterity "unto the latest Generation."</div><div><br />Abigail Abbott Zundel later wrote of that time: "With winter coming on, there was nothing for a livelihood except a few cows and sheep, this with her bereavement called into exercise all the faith she could acquire from the promises of God to the Widows and the Fatherless.<br />Soon after this we all took sick with the ague. We were so ill it seemed we would all die. Mother thought several times I was gone but would work with me until I finally recovered with the rest. During this illness President Brigham Young, President of the Council of the Twelve Apostles, and Heber C. Kimball, came in, they blessed us all and promised us we would all get well and go to the Valley of the Great Salt Lake, which was fulfilled with the aid of James Brown, this blessing was a great comfort to my mother, before leaving President Young gave mother fifty cents which was all he had." (History of Abigail Abbott Zundel)<br /><br />Phebe Abbott Brown Fife, Stephen's daughter, tells an account of her father's continuing presence and watchfulness over the family. Phebe said that later when she and her mother's family were in Iowa, and times were hard, Phebe was forced to work for many people to earn money for the family. One such place of employment was with a Hammer family. The Indians in the area were having an epidemic of cholera. Phebe remembers her father appearing to her in a dream and saying, "Phebe, go home quickly". She told Mr. Hammer she had to leave, but couldn't tell him why. She got some of the Indians to take her over the river, then she walked four miles to her home. That night the Hammer family was taken with cholera. Mrs. Hammer and her baby girl, and a hired man died that night. Phebe ended her account by saying, "so you see how father and the Lord watched over me." (from Autobiographical Sketch of Phebe Abbott Brown Fife).</div><div><br />James Brown kept his promise to Stephen, and at the suggestion of the Church authorities to assist his widow and children, married Abigail as a plural wife in Nauvoo on February 8, 1846. James and his first family (Esther Jones) were among the early groups leaving Nauvoo for the Missouri River. He left Abigail behind at Council Bluffs, Iowa, promising to send for her later. Abigail's daughter Emily Abbott married Edward Bunker and moved to Garden Grove, Iowa and built a cabin. When the call came for volunteers came in July 1846 for the Mormon Battalion, James Brown and Edward Bunker, among 500 others, joined the army Brigham Young had promised to provide to President James Polk.</div><div><br />Abigail and her family, excluding Emily Abbott Bunker and baby Edward, left for the Salt Lake Valley on July 1849 then to Brownsville (later renamed Ogden), Utah. Captain James Brown built Abigail a three room log house and gave her some land in town. He helped her get some cows and chickens, and general household and gardening supplies.<br />Against Abigail's wishes, James married Abigail's daughter Phebe on October 17, 1850 as a plural wife, with the result that Abigail separated her marriage from James. James continued to help her and left her property in his will. He died from a mill accident on September 30, 1863.</div><div><br />Abigail died on July 23, 1889 in Willard, Box Elder, Utah</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989212756582097644.post-17456086199426147742010-09-25T13:52:00.000-07:002010-09-27T22:00:26.165-07:001798-1878 Sarah Studevant LeavittSarah Studevant Leavitt, 1798-1878<br />Autobiography (1798-c.1847)<br />History of Sarah Studevant Leavitt, ed. Juanita L. Pulsipher (n.p., 1919)<br />HISTORY OF SARAH STUDEVANT LEAVITT<br />[Raised in New Hampshire by Presbyterian parents, Sarah Studevant studied regularly the Bible and prayed on her own. Like many early Mormon converts, she was seeking a church similar to the early church described in the New Testament. Sarah married Jeremiah Leavitt (1797-1846) in 1817, and the young couple moved to Hatley, Quebec, Canada, where Leavitts had been established for some twenty or thirty years. There were Mormon elders in Canada in the 1830's, but none of them found their way to Hatley. A traveler who had attended a Mormon gathering elsewhere loaned the Leavitts a copy of the Book of Mormon and Parley P. Pratt's "A Voice of Warning". "We believed them without preaching," Jeremiah Leavitt later wrote. About 1838, the extended Leavitt family, including nine children of Jeremiah and Sarah, started as a group to gather with the Saints in Missouri. Delays kept them from joining with the Saints at Far West, but they later moved to Nauvoo, and finally to Utah, settling first in Tooele and later in Washington County. The following extract is taken from an autobiographical sketch by Sarah Studevant Leavitt dated April 19, 1875. The sketch was edited and published by Juanita Leavitt Pulsipher (Brooks) in 1919, and an excerpt from the published version has been reprinted here with clarifying material added in brackets and spelling and punctuation standardized. The original is in private possession.]<br /><br />[Copied from her history by Juanita Leavitt Pulsipher, June, 1919. I have copied this history exactly as it was written by the hand of Sarah Studevant Leavitt in her record book. The original was very old, yellow and torn, and much of the writings dim; but I was able to decipher it. I have made no effort to revise it in any way, except to put in an occasional punctuation mark or correct an error in spelling. I hope that it may find a place in the hearts and homes of her descendants; that they may profit by her experiences. Juanita L. Pulsipher.]<br /><br />April 19, 1875<br /><br />I was born in the town of Lime, county of Grafton, New Hampshire [date torn off] and am now 76 years, seven months and 15 days old [September 4, 1798]. My father was Lemuel Studevant and my mother was Priscilla Tompson. My parents were very strict with their children, being descendants of the old pilgrims. They taught them every principle of truth and honor as they understood it themselves. They taught them to pray and read the Bible for themselves. My father had many books that treated on the principle of man's salvation and many stories that were very interesting and I took great pleasure in reading them. He was Dean of the Presbyterian Church. For years his house was open to all denominations, so his children had the privilege of hearing the interesting religious conversations, but as I had the privilege of reading the Bible for myself, I found that none of them understood the Bible as I did. I knew of no other way to understand it only as it read. The apostle said, "Though we or angels from heaven preach any other gospel than that which we preach, let him be accursed," and it was very evident to my understanding that they all came short of preaching the doctrine that Paul preached, but I was confident we should have the faith.<br /><br />From childhood I was seriously impressed and desired very much to be saved from that awful hell I heard so much about. I believed in the words of the Savior, that said, "Ask and you shall receive." I prayed much and my prayers were sometimes answered immediately; this was before I made any pretensions to having any religion. When I was 18 years old, the Lord sent me a good husband. We were married at my father's house, March 6, 1817, in the town of Barton, county of Orleans, state of Vermont. The next June we moved to Canada, 15 miles from the Vermont line, into a very wicked place. They would swear and drink and play cards on Sunday and steal and do any wicked act their master, the devil, would lead them to. This was very different from what I was brought up to. My father would never suffer any profane language in his house. The next February I had a daughter born. She lived only 12 days. There were some things very strange connected with the birth of this child, which I do not think best to write, but I shall never forget, which I never shall know the meaning of until the first resurrection, when I shall clasp it again in my arms.<br /><br />The next January I had another daughter born. When she was about six months old, I had a vision of the damned spirits in hell, so that I was filled with horror more than I was able to bear, but I cried to the Lord day and night until I got an answer of peace and a promise that I should be saved in the Kingdom of God that satisfied me. That promise has been with me through all the changing scenes of life ever since.<br /><br />When I was getting ready for bed one night, I had put my babe into the bed with its father and it was crying. I dropped down to take off my shoes and stockings; I had one stocking in my hand. There was a light dropped down on the floor before me. I stepped back and there was another under my feet. The first was in the shape of a half moon and full of little black spots. The last was about an inch long and about a quarter of an inch wide. I brushed them with the stocking that was in my hand and put my hand over one of them to see if it would shine on my hand. This I did to satisfy others; as for myself, I knew that the lights were something that could not be accounted for and for some purpose. I did not know what until I heard the gospel preached in its purity. The first was an emblem of all the religions then on the earth. The half moon that was cut off was the spiritual gifts promised after baptism. The black spots were the defects you will find in every church throughout the whole world. The last light was the gospel preached by the angel flying through the midst of heaven and it was the same year and the same season of the year and I don't know but the same day that the Lord brought the glad news of salvation to Joseph Smith. It must have been a stirring time among the heavenly hosts, the windows of heaven having so long been closed against all communication with the earth, being suddenly thrown open. Angels were wending their way to earth with such a glorious message--a message that concerns everyone, both in heaven and earth. I passed through all this and not a neighbor knew anything of it, although I prayed so loud that my husband was afraid they would all hear me.<br /><br />After this, there were two of his aunts who came in and commenced talking about being slighted in not being invited to a quilting. I had no relish for any such talk and said nothing. They saw that I made no comment. Being astonished that I was so still, they asked me what I thought about it. I told them I didn't know or care anything about it, and all I cared for was to know and do the will of God. This turned the conversation in the right direction. My telling my experience to these women and the effect it had on their minds was probably of much good, as they spread the news through the neighborhood. The result was, the whole neighborhood was convinced that the manner in which they had spent their time was wrong and instead of taking the name of God in vain, they cried to him for mercy. In short, the whole course of their former lives was abandoned. There were some exceptions, for the leopard cannot change his spots; how then, can men do good that are accustomed to do evil, so says the prophet.<br /><br />But there was a minister who came from the states and formed a church, called the Baptist, which I joined because I wanted to be baptized by immersion. I had been sprinkled when an infant, but as I said before, I did not believe in any church on earth, but was looking forward to a time when the knowledge of God would cover the earth, and that glorious time is rolling, all glory to the Lord. I lived very watchful and prayerful, never neglecting my prayers, for I felt that I was entitled to no blessing unless I asked for them and I think so yet.<br /><br />We took a Freewill Baptist paper that I thought always told the truth, but there were a number of columns in this paper concerning a new sect. It had a prophet that pretended he talked with God. They had built a thing they called a meetinghouse, a huge mass of rock and wood, on the shores of Lake Cryenth (I am not sure of the spelling of this word) to make the blue waters of the lake blush for shame. In this Joe would go talk, he said, with the Lord and come out and tell them what the Lord said. But if I should go on and tell all the lies in that paper, how they healed the sick and managed their affairs, it would be too much for me. If you ever read the Arabian Night tales you might guess of what importance they were, for I could compare them to nothing else. No person of common sense would believe a word of it, and yet they wrote it for truth, thinking that would hinder Mormonism from spreading. But in this the devil overshot himself for they were too big lies for anyone to believe.<br /><br />But I will go on with my experience. I had a place that I went every day for secret prayers. My mind would be carried away in prayer so that I knew nothing of what was going on around me. It seemed like a cloud was resting down over my head. And if that cloud would break there was an angel that had a message for me or some new light. If the cloud would break, there would be something new and strange revealed. I did not know that it concerned anyone but myself. Soon after this one of my husband's sisters came in and after spending a short time in the house, she asked me to take a walk with her. She had heard the gospel preached by a Mormon and believed it and been baptized. She commenced and related the whole of Joseph's vision and what the Angel Moroni had said the mission he had called him to. It came to my mind in a moment that this was the message that was behind that cloud, for me and not for me only, but for the whole world, and I considered it of more importance than anything I had ever heard before, for it brought back the ancient order of things and laid a foundation that could be built upon that was permanent; a foundation made by Him that laid the foundation of the earth, even the Almighty God; and he commanded his people to build up the kingdom of God upon the foundation he had laid, and notwithstanding the heathen raged and Satan mustered all his forces against the work; it has gone onward and upward for more than 40 years, and will continue until the work is finished.<br /><br />I read the Book of Mormon, the Doctrine and Covenants, and all the writings I could get from the Latter-day Saints. It was the book of Doctrine and Covenants that confirmed my faith in the work. I knew that no man, nor set of men, that could make such a book or would dare try from any wisdom that man possessed. I knew it was the word of God and a revelation from heaven and received it as such. I sought with my whole heart a knowledge of the truth and obtained a knowledge that never has nor never will leave me.<br /><br />The next thing was to gather with the Saints. I was pondering over in my heart how it was possible for such a journey with what means we could muster. We had a good farm, but could not get much for it, but the voice of the Spirit said, "Come out of Babylon, O my people, that you be not partakers of her plagues." From the time the voice spoke so loud, clear and plain to my understanding, I knew the way would be open for us to gather with the Saints. For the Lord never gives a commandment to man but what he gives them a chance to obey. From this time we set out in earnest and were ready to start with the rest of the company July 20, 1835. The company was made up of the Leavitt family, Mother Sarah Shannon Leavitt and her children, consisting of 23 souls. Franklin Chamberlain, her oldest son-in-law, took the lead. He did not belong to the Church, but his wife did.<br /><br />We had a prosperous journey of 800 miles to Kirtland, Ohio. I had no chance to be baptized and join the Church until I got there. My daughter, Louisa, and myself and some others were baptized at this place and were confirmed. Louisa had been sick for a year, under the doctor's care, and had taken very much medicine, but all to no purpose. She was very feeble, and could sit up but little. She had been in the States with my friends for more than a year. Her father and myself went after her with a light carriage. As she was 18 years old, I gave her her choice to go home with us or stay with my sister. My sister told her if she would stay with her, she should never want for anything, but she said she would go with her father and mother. My sister said, "Louisa, if you ever get well, don't say that Mormonism cured you." So much for her judgment on Mormonism. She was rich, high spirited, proud and belonged to a church that was more popular than the Latter-day Saints.<br /><br />Now I will go back to my story. We stayed at Kirtland about a week and had the privilege of hearing Joseph preach in that thing the Baptist said they called a meetinghouse [temple], which proved to be a very good house. We went into the upper rooms, saw the Egyptian mummies, the writing that was said to be written in Abraham's day, Jacob's ladder being pictured on it, and lots more wonders that I cannot write here, and that were explained to us.<br /><br />But our money was all spent, we could go no further. We had to look for a place where we could sustain ourselves for the present, while the rest of our company went on to Twelve Mile Grove in Illinois. We promised them we would follow them the next year. This was the first of September [1835]. My husband found a place ten miles from Kirtland--Mayfield, a little village with mills and chair factories, and every chance for a living we could wish. Someone asked my husband why he went there. There was everything gathered out of that place that could be saved, but he was mistaken, although it was a very wicked place. There was a man by the name of Faulk that owned almost the whole village. From him we hired a house. It was about 20 feet from his tavern, so I could stand in my door and talk with those in the tavern. But they opposed Mormonism, so I said little about it. I thought I would first get their goodwill and then perhaps I could have some influence over them. Of course, so long as they thought me an enemy, it would be of no use to preach over to them. I was persecuted and abused in many ways, but not by Faulk's family. But I paid no attention to vulgar expressions, for I cared nothing about them. I had something of more importance that was shut up like fire in my bones.<br /><br />But it was a hard case when the children would come from school with their noses bleeding and crying, saying that they had been pounded most unmercifully. I went to the teacher very candidly and told her that unless she could stop the scholars from abusing my children, I should have to take them out of school, which I did not want to do. She said she would.<br /><br />I wanted very much to get the goodwill of my neighbors, for I knew that I could have no success in preaching Mormonism unless I did and I was so full of that spirit it was hard to hold my peace. Consequently, I mingled in the society of all, was cheerful and sociable as though I was a great friend, but kept on the side of the truth and right. I would go into the tavern when they had balls and help set the table and wait on ladies and was very sociable and talkative. By and by, being free with all, I soon got the goodwill of some of them. If we had commenced telling them of their faults and that they were all wrong, which was the case, and they must repent or they would be damned, we could not have gotten along in that place but should have had to leave.<br /><br />My husband said nothing, only what was necessary to get employment. He got plenty of work with his team, so we got plenty to live upon and something to lay up. But we were watched mighty closely to see if they could discover dishonesty in our dealings. But as they could find nothing to complain of they thought they would leave us alone. There were some that had the mob spirit insomuch that they said Louisa should have a doctor. She was then confined to her bed. They were going to take our team to pay the doctor, so I heard. I thought she had already taken too much medicine.<br /><br />I lay pondering on our situation, thinking we should be undone if our team was taken from us, and prayed earnestly to the Lord to let us know what we should do. There was an angel who stood by my bed to answer my prayer. He told me to call Louisa up and lay my hands upon her in the name of Jesus Christ and administer to her and she should recover. I awakened my husband, who lay by my side, and told him to get up, make a fire, and get Louisa up. She would listen to him sooner than to me, to tell her that an angel had told me to lay my hands upon her head in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and administer to her in His name and she should recover. She was perfectly ignorant of Mormonism; all she had ever heard about it was in Kirtland, what few days we stayed there and what we had told her. Her mind was weak, indeed, but she got up and I administered to her in faith, having the gift from the Lord. It was about midnight when this was done and she began to recover from that time and was soon up and about, and the honor, praise and glory be to God and the Lamb. So you see, our enemies were defeated in their plan, but knew nothing of the cause of her recovery.<br /><br />We had only been in the Church a short time, perhaps two months. About this time I had a dream. I dreamed there was a deep hole in the place that looked very black and muddy, but there were lots of fish in the hole if by any means we could catch them. It was such a filthy-looking place that it would be a job to get near enough to put a hook in, but I thought I would try. So I got a hook and line and bait and went, and after much trouble I got near enough to throw in my hook. There was a shark in the hole that took the bait every time; I saw that it was of no use to try to catch fish until the shark was out of the way and so I went to fishing for the shark and I soon caught it. It was a savage-looking creature. Then I could catch fish. I caught many fish which pleased me well.<br /><br />After this dream I was sensible that people in that place could be saved, although their outward appearance would indicate no salvation for them. Mr. Faulk, the man in whose house we lived, was noted for his wickedness. He ran headlong into everything that would come in and satisfy his carnal desire, but I had gotten his goodwill, so that he would come in often and have a talk with me. I discovered that there were some good stripes in the man. At last I told him I had some books I wanted him to read, he might have them if he would read them. I gave him the "Voice of Warning." He took it home and read it. Then I gave him other books, all explaining the latter-day message, and at last the Book of Mormon. He would ask questions and answer to my questions, but I could not find out what his mind was concerning what he had read. But as it proved afterwards, he believed it to be the truth.<br /><br />There was one of his companions that was often with him who was thrown from his horse and had three of his ribs broken, which caused him great distress. His wife was a good woman for a gentile, but the neighbors neglected her on account of her having such a wicked husband. I would go in and help her all I could. I was talking with one of them and told her that Mrs. Carpenter had too hard a time. She was almost worn out waiting on her husband night and day; the neighbors ought to help her more. She said he was such a wicked man--let him suffer. She did not know that he ought to have much help. I told her she made me think of the words of the Savior to the Jews. He said, "Think not that them on which the Tower of Silom fell and slew were sinners, above all others. I tell you, except you repent you shall all likewise perish." So I say to you, Peter Carpenter was perhaps ahead of you in sin, but you are not on the road to happiness and must alter your course or you cannot be saved.<br /><br />One Saturday night after I had gotten ready for bed, I told my husband that we would go into Carpenter's and if they had watchers we would stay and watch with them. We went in and found him without a watcher and groaning in great distress, and he said that he had had no rest for 24 hours, [and was] screaming to the Lord to have mercy on him. At last I went to the bed and asked him if he meant what he said, if he really wanted the help of God. He looked up and said, "Do you think there is any mercy for me?" I told him I did not know, but I would pray for him and then I could help. I knelt down and prayed and while I was praying the pain all left him and he went to sleep. He was then going to gather up what he had and go with the Mormons. I told him if he would forsake his former practices and do right in all things as duty was made known to him he should not only get well, but he would be saved. I said a good deal to him, but I don't remember what so as to write it.<br /><br />The next day--Sunday--I went in. The house was full of people so that I had hard work to get to the bed. He looked up to me and said, "Mrs. Leavitt, if I could feel as well as I did last night when you prayed for me, I should want you to pray again. I told him that if I could do so and do any good by praying I would and I knelt down in the midst of all that gentile throng and the Lord gave me great liberty of speech. I prayed with the Spirit and understanding, also to Him be the glory. The people were astonished and began to think there was some truth in Mormonism notwithstanding the bad reports about them. After this we were treated with respect and Carpenter began to recover and soon became able to walk the streets.<br /><br />He went to the tavern and joined with his old companions, drinking and frolicking, and he was soon down again as bad as ever. I went in to see him. He looked up and said, "Mrs. Leavitt, you said I would get well and here I am again."<br /><br />"Mr. Carpenter," said I, "on what conditions did I tell you that you should get well?" I went on and related to him the conditions. "And instead of you complying with the conditions, as soon as you could get well or walk, you went back to the tavern and joined your old company. Christ did not die to save us in our sins, but from our sins; and if we go on in sin we must reap the reward, which is banishment from the presence of Him who suffered an ignominious death upon the cross to save us. Consequently, the devil will claim us, for the wages of sin is death."<br /><br />I do not remember our conversation so as to write the words, but you have the substance of it. Carpenter was convinced of the truth of what I said and could say nothing in his own defense. But I believed he reformed, for he got better and could walk out.<br /><br />Here I must leave him and begin a new subject. The time drew near for our departure. My husband had not only provided for his family, but had gotten considerable besides, but only 30 dollars in money. He told Faulk he wanted to settle with him for his house rent, that he wanted him to take other property as he had but little money. He could get no answer from him, but he was very kind and obliging, so were all of our neighbors. Those who hated us when he came into the place, appeared now our devoted friends. It was to our advantage, for they helped us to get ready for a journey of 500 miles.<br /><br />When we settled with the merchant and I took a bill of goods, I found there was not a charge for thread, needles, buttons or any such trifles, while at one time he gave me a whole card of buttons and told me to put them all on Tom's coat. Tom was his constant visitor. He stayed in the store most of the time. He was four or five years old. But Faulk would not settle with us until we got our team harnessed to start. Now my husband said, "We must settle." The windows were, some of them, broken and we expected the rent would be high. But Faulk would not settle--he did not want a cent, nor would he take a cent. He wanted to see if Mormons were willing to pay their debts. He hallowed to the merchant and said, "Put up a half a pound of tea for this woman and charge to me, and another half pound and charge to yourself. She must not go to the Mormon swamps and drink the water; it will kill her." I will only add that I got the tea, and more favors than I can write here, and that Faulk joined the Church and came to Nauvoo afterward. How many more I don't know and can't say, for I did not see him myself, but my boys did.<br /><br />Now I will start for the Twelve Mile Grove in Illinois.<br /><br />Nathaniel Leavitt had come up the lake to Michigan and stopped at a place called White Pigeon. When we got into that place we heard Nathaniel was dead and that his wife had taken all the property and gone back to Canada and left three children that were his first wife's children, among strangers sick with the ague. The oldest boy was ten or twelve years old; he told the folks when he got big enough he was going to hunt his folks. They were with the Mormons somewhere. They told him the Mormons were all killed; he never would find any of them. What a pitiful situation for three sick orphans with hardly clothes enough to cover their nakedness; they did not know if they should see a friend again. They were at three different houses; their names were Nathaniel, Flavilla and John.<br /><br />When we came you may guess what their feelings must have been. We took them along with us, which increased our number to eleven which I had to cook for and my husband to buy the provisions. We had a hard and tiresome journey. The roads were bad all the way. In one place there was a five-mile pole bridge over a swamp without any gravel or dirt on it and the wagon jolted so it almost took our breath away.<br /><br />After we got over the swamp there were some settlers, but it was a God-forsaken looking place. I don't think we went into a house where there were no deaths, and in some, half of them had died. We stayed one night in what they called a tavern, but everything looked gloomy enough and suspicious and certainly felt gloomy enough. I never had such feelings before and as I understand afterward, there had been a number of murders committed in the house. Lake Michigan was near the house and that contained the body of one that had been murdered. I could tell all that I heard and read about it concerned me. I suppose that I saw one of the murderers at the Bluffs. If that place had not the curse of God upon it, I should not have had those gloomy feelings. Where the Spirit of the Lord is there is peace and union.<br /><br />Before we left Lake Michigan, we had to stop and work for provisions and horse feed. After a long and tedious journey we at last found ourselves in Illinois at the Twelve Mile Grove. Here we found our friend almost discouraged. They had had much sickness among them and mother Leavitt had died and Weir's oldest son. Weir was sick with a cancer. We had doted much on seeing mother Leavitt, but she alas was sleeping in the grave and had gone to the paradise of God to reap the reward of the just. There was a number among them that had had the spiritual gifts and were in a state of darkness. They had paid out much money for medicine and had much trouble, which had brought them down in bondage because their faith failed. If they had put their trust in their kind Heavenly Father and cried to Him from all this trouble, for He does not grieve us willingly, we must obey His commandments and we have the promise of prospering upon the land.<br /><br />They had bought noble farms. The soil was very rich and brought forth great crops. But it was a sickly place--the fever and ague were located there. But we had to look out for a living. They were making a canal at Juliette [Joliet], 14 miles from this place, and my husband went and engaged to work on it with his team for three dollars a day. We moved out there and I washed for the workmen and we got a good living. But we stayed with our friends until their minds were stirred up and were alive in religion, and tried to comfort and encourage them. Sally Ann Chamberlain, who had formerly had the gifts and now was in the dark, sat looking at me as I was reading a passage where it said righteousness should spring out of the earth. She wondered what it could mean. She said, "What is more righteous than angels or what is truer than the Book of Mormon?" "There," she said, "I have got my gift again."<br /><br />They rejoiced much and sought the favor of God until all that ever had the gifts obtained them again and some that never had them. They had never seen a Mormon from the time they left Kirtland until we came, so you see how much need we have of meeting together often and stirring up each other's minds by way of remembrance. The prophets said they that feared the Lord spake often to one another and the Lord harkened and heard and a book of remembrance was kept for them that feared the Lord and thought upon His name, "And they shall be mine," saith the Lord of Hosts, "when I come to make up my jewels, and I will spare them as a man spareth his only son that serveth him." So you see we have our reward for all our exertions to do good and after we have done all that we can do to advance the cause of God we are still unprofitable servants, because of our weaknesses.<br /><br />But I will return to my history. (A note found at the top of the page.) While I was at Juliette [Joliet], I was alone praying. After continuing in prayer for some time I thought of Joseph and commenced praying for him. As soon as I spoke his name, I burst into tears and my heart was filled with grief and I said, "Oh my God, what is the matter with Brother Joseph?" I learned afterward the mob had him, raving over him. I did not know at this time that there were any mobs gathered. We were at Juliette [Joliet], Illinois, and the mob in Missouri, but the Spirit manifested to me that he was in trouble. I prayed with all the power I had for the prophet of God. "The fervent and effectual prayer of a righteous man availeth much," saith the Lord.<br /><br />We stayed in Juliette [Joliet] until spring. It was the last of November [1835?] when we went there. In the spring [1836?] we went back to Twelve Mile Grove and my husband took a farm on shares at the West Grove, five miles from there, and five cows to make butter and cheese. We raised a fine crop and had a good living. My husband built a house on the prairie a mile and a half from the place where his folks lived, but there was no timber at the grove. We moved in the house in November and had a windy place in the open prairie. In March we lost our only cow. The next day after she died, I was taken sick with the chills and fever and confined to the bed. The sisters would come and wait on me.<br /><br />At last they said if I would go down with them they could take care of me, as they were afraid I would die there alone. They got a bed on a sled and put me on it and carried me down. I remained there about two months before I got able to sit up. When I went down, there was nothing green started out of the earth; when I came back, the grass was ankle high. I had a severe fit of sickness, but shall we receive good at the hand of God and shall we not receive evil. I did not complain, although I had to leave my babe at home, only a year old.<br /><br />I had the chills while I lived at the Five Mile Grove and was reduced so low that the day I had the chill, after the fever was off they had to watch me night and day. If I slept over a few minutes, I was overcome. Louisa and her father watched over me until they were tired out, as they had to work days. My husband said to Louisa: "We must go to bed tonight. We can't be broke of rest so much." I heard what was said and the first thought I had was it would kill me if I was not awakened. The next thought was that the angels will watch over me. I went to sleep and in the night someone touched me and awakened me. I looked to see who it was that had awakened me and I saw a person with his back towards me, going toward the fire. I thought it was my husband, but I felt an unusual calmness and peace of mind. The next morning I found that no one had been up in the house, so I thought it was my good angel watching over me. The Lord fed me with a shepherd's care. "My noonday walk He will attend and all my midnight hours defend."<br /><br />But I will return to my history. We had lost our only cow, but my husband made rails and bought another and finally we concluded we would go to Nauvoo, as lots of our friends were going. We never had lived where there was a branch of the Church, but we got together every week and had prayer meetings and the Lord was with us and poured out His spirit upon us insomuch that they spoke in tongues and prophesied. The children took an active part in these meetings. They would talk in tongues and prophesy and it was interpreted. We depended on no leader but the Lord and He led us into all truth; the sick were healed as often as any were taken sick.<br /><br />Before we left the place, there were a number of elders who came and we were made glad indeed. We had not seen a Saint from the time we left Kirtland, and they gave us many instructions and encouraged us so that we felt like urging our passage through all the cares and trials of life until our work was finished on the earth. One night we had a prayer meeting and my husband was praying. While he prayed that we might be counted worthy to partake of the tree of life and enter into the gates of the city of the New Jerusalem, Sally Ann Chamberlain had a view of the city and saw throngs passing through the gates. As I was kneeling close to her, she said, "See there, Aunt Sally." She thought because I was close to her that I could see it as well as she. We all had the gifts and blessings promised in the gospel and love and union prevailed.<br /><br />But we were preparing to move to Nauvoo. We started for Nauvoo, I think, the first of November [1839?]. My husband bought a place three miles from the city and built a house. There was some land plowed which he sowed to wheat. He had to work very hard for a living. Provisions were scarce and high and most of the Saints were poor. There were some not poor and not fit to be called saints, many of them. I will relate one circumstance that may give you a little idea of the way that many managed. I was sick and had but a few comforts of life. I had no tea and no appetite. My husband went down to the city, expecting some money that was due him. He could not get the money. He went to the store and told Lyons he wanted a quarter of a pound of tea and told him he would have the money the next day. He told him he had been disappointed in getting the money that day, that I was sick and he could not go home without some. He would not trust him, but he had an ax with him and he left it in pawn and took the tea, which was only one case and worth 25 cents. After he came home that night his money came. That was only one case out of a number that were like it.<br /><br />There was an Englishman who bought a farm from Joseph, adjoining ours, and when his land was surveyed, it took in our field of wheat. When the wheat was ripe, my husband took his cradle and went in to cut it. The man, Fox, I think was his name, forbid his cutting the wheat. He said it was on his land and he should have it. My husband went down to Joseph and asked him what he should do. Joseph told him to let Fox have the wheat, but he should be cursed; that the law would bear him out in keeping the wheat, but not to grieve for it, that he (Joseph) would pay him it in flour.<br /><br />And the curses of God did overtake him so much that he did not live to eat the wheat. He and his wife would brag of their gold and how much money and every good thing they had, that they had enough to last for years. They would take me to her bureau and show me her nice things, but though I was very poor, I did not covet anything she had. Fox said nobody would dare to come around his house to steal his gold, for he had $50,000 in the house. When he told me that, I had a very curious feeling that he had come among the Saints and had brought deadly weapons to defend his gold and his great treasures. I told him he need be under no fear among the Saints, for if they could take his money without his knowing it, they would feel as Moses said, "Thou God seeth me," and to him that has fed and clothed us all of our lives we have got to give an account.<br /><br />Not long after this we were sent for to his house. He was dying. He did not speak after we went in and soon breathed his last. His goods he had laid up for many years he had to leave behind. How hard it is for those who trust in riches to be saved in the kingdom of God. His wife did not live long after.<br /><br />But it cast a gloom over my mind and a solemnity that kept me awake that night. I lay and thought, what dependent creatures we are, that with all the exertions we can use, our destinies are in the hands of God, and he will deal with us as he sees fit. Not for all the treasures of earth would I give up the hope of eternal life, and am willing to sacrifice every earthly enjoyment if I could know that I found favor in the sight of the Lord. Life is so short and uncertain that we had better work while the day lasts, before the night overtakes us wherein no man can work. There is a land of pleasure where peace and joy forever reign and there I have a treasure, there I hope to visit.<br /><br />But I will go on with my history. We all had to work hard for a living, but with the blessings of God and our exertions we soon began to get a good living. We swapped farms with a man, got one by the big mound, seven miles from the city, a fine pleasant place. But Priscilla was born before we moved and we had much sickness. There were four of the boys all sick at once with the black canker. There were many who died in Nauvoo with the same disorder and some of my boys were brought to the very gate of death, to all appearances. But by watching over them day and night and administering, the Lord raised them up; thanks be to his holy name.<br /><br />One of the boys had gotten about and could walk out while the other lay at the point of death. We had to watch over him every moment. The one that could walk as soon as he laid down at night, he took with a toothache and would roll and groan. After a few nights (I had lain down to rest a few moments) he began to groan. I had a strange feeling come over me. I thought it was the power of the devil that was destroying our peace, and I had borne it as long as I would. I jumped out of the bed with about the same feeling I would have to drive a hog out of the house, and as sure he would have to go. I stepped up very spry to the bed and put my hands on his head in the name of Jesus and asked God to rebuke the spirit. I did not say a loud word, but as soon as it was done, he went to sleep and never was troubled any more.<br /><br />I had administered to very many to rebuke disease, but never had the same feeling before or since. Very different were my feelings when Mary had a felon [boil] on her finger and she was groaning. My baby was but a few days old. I was very feeble and weak. I felt that I had no power either of body or mind. The felon was growing worse every day. I told her to get up on the bed beside me. I took her hand in mine and asked the Lord to heal it. The pain stopped while I held her hand and she had no more pain. The next day the core came out and the hole remains there yet where the core was, and always will be. In this case I said nothing aloud, but I had faith as much as a grain of mustard seed. The Savior told his disciples that if they had faith of a mustard seed they could remove mountains.<br /><br />But oh, the sorrow and trouble that was just at our doors! We knew they had Joseph in prison and threatened to take his life, but that was nothing new nor strange, for his enemies always did that, but we did not believe they could have power to murder him; and he lived above the law. The law could have no power over him, but powder and balls could, so they shot him in Carthage jail. When the news came, the whole city of Nauvoo was thunderstruck; such mourning and lamentation was seldom ever heard on the earth. There were many, myself among them, who would gladly have died if his life could have been spared by doing so. I never had spoken to the man in my life, but I had seen him and heard him preach and knew that he was a prophet of God, sent here by the Almighty to set up His kingdom, no more to be thrown down, and now how was that great and important work to be accomplished? Brigham Young was the man clothed with all the power and authority of Joseph. My husband said that he had the same spirit, the same voice, and if he had not known Joseph was dead, he would actually have thought it was Joseph. Brigham was gone to the east when Joseph was killed. Rigdon tried hard to lead the Church and get established in that place before Brother Brigham got to Nauvoo, but his deceit and lies were proven as the Twelve returned about this time.<br /><br />It was whispered in my ear by a friend that the authorities were getting more wives than one. I have thought for many years that the connections between man and wife were as sacred as the heavens and ought to be treated as such, and I thought that the anointed of the Lord would not get more wives unless they were commanded to do so. But still I wanted a knowledge of the truth for myself. I asked my husband if he did not think we could get a revelation for ourselves on that subject. He said he did not know. After we went to bed I lay pondering it over in my mind. I said, "You know, Lord, that I have been a faithful and true wife to my husband, and you know how much I love him, and must I sacrifice him?" The answer was, "No."<br /><br />And then my mind was carried away from the earth and I had a view of the order of the celestial kingdom. I saw that was the order there and oh, how beautiful. I was filled with love and joy that was unspeakable. I awoke my husband and told him of the views I had and that the ordinance was from the Lord, but it would damn thousands. It was too sacred for fools to handle, for they would use it to gratify their lustful desires. How thankful we ought to be that we live in a day when we can know the will of God concerning our duty, and that the darkness that has so long covered the earth has been dispelled and the light of truth has burst upon the benighted world. But what good will this do those who will not come to the light because their deeds are evil, and they choose darkness rather than light. But the honest in heart that seek the Lord in faith will obtain all the knowledge needful for their salvation. I have seen so much wrong connected with this ordinance that had I not had it revealed to me from Him that cannot lie, I should sometimes have doubted the truth of it, but there has never a doubt crossed my mind concerning the truth of it since the Lord made it known to me by a heavenly vision.<br /><br />But as I have commenced to write some of the most important scenes of my life, I will go on. My memory is so much impaired that it will be a jumbled up mess unless I have the spirit of truth to direct me.<br /><br />We went to the city and were there when the bodies of the martyred prophets were brought into the city. It was after dark that they passed the house--it was Brother Snow's; a Doctor Clinton and his wife Melissa were there and they expected the mob would come into the city that night to kill the rest of the Saints. There were orders for every man to arm himself and prepare to defend the city. The moon shone uncommonly bright, as we could see quite a distance. Melissa said to her husband, "Doctor, don't you go; you will get killed and then I don't want to live any longer." I said to Melissa, "What do you mean? If I had 40 husbands and as many sons, I would urge them off in a hurry, and if it was the fashion for women to fight, I would step into the ranks and help defend the city." And I am not much of a fighting character either, but I did not value my life very high at that time, for they had killed our beloved prophet and my life did not seem of much value at that time; but it is the Lord's and let Him do with it what seemeth to him good.<br /><br />They had guards out in every direction; they had a drum that could be heard a number of miles and when there was any danger they would beat that drum, and everyone that was able would take whatever weapon they could get and run to the city and guard it. We lived three miles from the city and I don't know how many nights we left the place when the alarm drum was beaten. All of our men would run to the place appointed, but we had to move to the Mound, seven miles from there. We did so, but the guard had to be kept up at the Mound, for we had enemies on every side, all threatening to exterminate the Mormons. How strange when the Mormons never injured one of them; if they had, the law was open and they could have brought them to justice without killing them. It was their religion that was troubling them. As they often said, if the Mormons would renounce their religion and scatter among the gentiles, they would be good citizens, but to pretend to have new revelations and a prophet, it was more than they could bear. When they found they could not turn them from their purpose, they swore they would kill them or they would make them leave the country.<br /><br />But I for one did not fear them, for I knew that we were in the hands of God and He would make the wrath of man praise Him and turn all their threats for the good of His Saints, and it was so, for the Lord wanted His people to get up onto these mountains and raise an ensign that the scriptures might be fulfilled. But he saw that they would not go willingly, so He suffered their enemies to drive them.<br /><br />Nauvoo and the country round about had to be guarded as far as there were any Saints. After we moved to the Mound we had to keep a double watch, as there were two roads, one led to Warsaw and one to Carthage. It was very high land and we could see a great distance. When it was my husband's turn to watch, I sat up with him to make him a cup of tea as he was not a healthy man. One night while we were watching, I got up on the shed and could see two buildings burning. One of them we supposed was a barn containing 400 bushels of cleaned wheat and the other, a dwelling house belonging to some of the brethren.<br /><br />The enemy would ravage, steal, plunder and murder with no power in the United States to stop them! The Mormons could get no help because they believed the gospel was restored to earth by an angel. The priests knew that if that doctrine prevailed, there was no chance for them, and as the ax struck at the root of every denomination, they all joined together to help destroy the work of God. There were many ministers of different denominations that took the lead of mobs and were determined to put a stop to Mormonism. But it has increased the more they have opposed it and will continue to increase until the knowledge of God covers the earth, for all their burning buildings and killing the brothers. But there was no fear in my heart, for I knew we were in the hands of God, and He would do all things right.<br /><br />We soon found we had to leave the place if we meant to save our lives, and we with the rest of the brothers got what little we could from our beautiful farm. We had 40,000 bricks that my husband and sons had made to build a house and part of the rock to lay the foundation. For this we got an old bed quilt and for the farm a yoke of wild steers, and for two high post bedsteads, we got some weaving done. Our nice cheery light stand we left for the mob, with every other thing we could not take along with us.<br /><br />I never had a murmuring thought pass my mind, although we left a handsome property and a most beautiful place. We raised one crop on the place which shows the richness of the soil. From a small patch of melons, the boys took a number of wagonloads to market and such large melons. But we gave up the place. Before we left I enjoyed myself all the time and was cheerful and happy and had no fears of being killed, for it was made known to me in dreams of the night that we were safe.<br /><br />We went in an old schoolhouse to stay while we prepared for our journey. After we had been there a short time, it was revealed to me in a dream that we had to leave the place in a hurry or we should be killed. I awakened my husband and told him that we had to hurry right off or we should be killed. It was a rainy morning and we were not ready. Our wagon was not covered nor our things packed up. But he believed what I said, for it was the first word that I had made manifest any fears and the first fears I had had; but I believed that we should get off before they came upon us. It was about eight miles to the Mississippi River where we had to go before we should be out of danger. There the brothers were collecting and crossing the river on a ferry boat.<br /><br />We threw our things into the wagon and started off on a bad road. We had a hard and dangerous time on account of high water, but we got safely to the ferry and crossed over into Iowa. There we stopped a week or more. The brothers made a camp with their wagons, drawing them around so as to touch each other, with one place of entrance, and our fires in the center. Our cattle and sheep were on the other side of the river, but they were soon all over safe and there our sheep were sheared.<br /><br />One night, just dark, there came an officer into the door of the camp and commenced talking with the children that were in the entrance. I looked up and saw him and knew that the children did not know enough to talk to him. I stepped up to where he was and said, "What does this gentleman wish?" For I knew he was upon some mischief, for he was dressed in the highest style and had every deadly weapon hanging around him that could be imagined. He asked if there was a man by the name of Bickmore in the camp. I looked down as if in study and I was in study to know what to say to deceive and yet tell the truth. "Bickmore--Bickmore--I heard of that name. There was a man by that name who went in the first company." So I deceived him and told the truth, but the Bickmore that he had a warrant for had gone back over the river for cattle. His wagon stood in our reach and we expected him every moment. The next thing was to keep the officer there until the man could be notified of the danger.<br /><br />Bickmore's wife was there and heard all that was said and they sent the children to tell the men to keep away until the officer had gone. I gave him a seat and sat down by his side. He commenced asking me questions and the Lord gave me answers. "Why, madam," he said, "I see nothing before you but inevitable destruction in going off into the wilderness among savages, far from civilization, with nothing but what you can carry in your wagon." I told him I had known for ten years that we had to go and I was glad we had gotten started. "Oh, there, madam, you have something to bear you up under your trials?" Said I, "It is no more trial; I would not go back if I could have the whole country at my command and all the riches in it." "Well, I see nothing before you but starvation." I told him the Lord was able to spread a table for us in the wilderness, for we were going where he wanted us to go. But the Church would not go until the mob drove us. The mob was a rod in the hands of the Almighty to accomplish his purposes." He said, "I understand that you women go armed." "Armed," said I, "indeed they do, and I never felt like giving pain to a mouse unless it was necessary; but if a mob should come on me, I should try to defend myself, and I think I could fight." I can't write half of what there was said, but we talked perhaps an hour. I kept him in conversation until I thought the men were safe and that was all I wanted of Mr. Mob.<br /><br />As to the arms the women carried, they brought them into the world with them and I had reference to no other. It would be a sad sight to see anyone without arms, but not such weapons as the mob carried. I deceived him entirely and told the truth. It is not hard to deceive a fool, but if he is alive now, he must know what I said concerning the Lord furnishing a table for us in the wilderness is true and I often think of that saying when I am sitting to a well-furnished table. Oh! how kind and merciful is our Father in Heaven; he watches over us all the day long and when the night comes he is still our guard. Even the great God that held the reins of government over all his vast dominion, condescends to watch over us poor, weak, frail mortals. Well might David say, "What is man that Thou are mindful of him, or the son of man that Thou visiteth him?" All that I say is, "Praise the Lord, oh my soul; and let all that hath breath shout aloud the praises of King Emmanuel, and ye solid rocks weep for joy. To write the love of God above, it would drain the ocean, though the sea was ink, and the earth paper and every stick a pen and every man a scribe. When I try to praise Him in beauty, honor and magnify the name of God, I find I have no language at my command that will do justice to the case, but when I lay aside this weak, frail body, I expect to praise Him in beauty and holiness."<br /><br />Well, when all things were prepared, we started on our journey. As we had let one yoke of oxen to take church property, and had but one yoke on our wagon, with about a ton of loading, you may guess the hardships we had to endure. It was but very little we could ride; we had to wade the sloughs and climb the hills. But what was more remarkable, we never got stuck in a slough. They seemed to know when they came to a mud hole just what they had to do, and would push with such speed that the wagon had no time to settle down in the mud.<br /><br />One night we camped with the company and they said a few miles ahead there was a wide and deep slough that took four yoke of oxen to take a heavy load across, but we could go around it and get back into the road to camp at night. Well, I told my husband that I would go ahead and wade the slough and be there when he came around. When I came in sight of the slough, I saw one wagon stuck about halfway across and another on the opposite bank just ready to start. They said it was ten miles around that slough, and my husband could not get around that night; it was almost night then. Well, I guess how I felt, there alone among all kinds of wild animals; I thought I could not stand that.<br /><br />I began looking off in the direction the wagon had gone and at last I saw it, but so far of it was very uncertain whether I could make them hear. I went on to the highest place there was near and raised my voice as loud as I could, and with my pocket handkerchief in one hand stretched as high as I could reach to attract attention. At last they saw me and stopped. I beckoned to them to come down, for they were out of hearing and would have been out of sight in a few minutes.<br /><br />My husband soon came. I told him the fix we were in and told him he must help get the wagon down. We could get across some way if we had to unload and carry our things by hand across the slough, for there was no further chance for us. He brought the wagon down and yoked up a two-year-old bull with a cow and put them on lead, thinking they might help going up the opposite bank. But when they went to go up the bank, they settled back on the oxen. Old Berry, with as much sense as a human being, told the cow to go ahead by putting his crumpled horns into her flank and tore the side open. She jumped up the bank in a hurry and it was done so quickly that the wagon had no time to settle in the mud. I expect Old Berry would have taken the team across better without any help, for he had to drive the cow. My husband said he had not struck them a blow in the whole journey. They knew much better what to do than many men. He unyoked them every time he stopped if it was for one hour.<br /><br />This was the last journey that he ever accompanied me and I want to say that he was very kind to his cattle and children, especially his two little girls--he almost worshipped them. He said he wanted to live to see those girls married and settled down in peace. I had made them a nice linsey dress, both of them. Betsy cut down a slit in the fronts and bound it around to nurse their dolls. When I saw what she had done, I was provoked and commenced scolding. I told her I must whip her. Her father said, "Come here, Betsy, and let me see the sewing. If it is done good your mother shall not whip you." He looked at the sewing very carefully. He said, "It is just as good as mother would have done it." He thought everything they did was good. Why I mention this is to let you know how indulgent he was to his children.<br /><br />We got this far and had no material stops. At last we got to Mt. Pisgah. There were a few brethren stopped there and put in a crop and built houses, expecting to winter there. This was in April, 1846, but we had not brought provisions to last until harvest and when my husband had built a house and put in a crop, he started back to Bonaparte for provisions. His son Jeremiah had stopped there and he wanted to bring him along and flour for bread. I forgot to say that we had three extra cows, so we had plenty of milk and butter. He had gotten his cattle that he had let go to draw church property here at Mt. Pisgah, so he had a strong team when he got ready to start back. There was a woman who wanted to go back with him and she offered him two dollars if he would stop one day and that night was worth a thousand dollars to me.<br /><br />He stayed in the house and talked all day and all night. He told me things I never knew before. He was not a man of many words and never flattered and I never knew until that night how much he valued me. I found that he was perfectly satisfied with all of my doings insomuch that I never did a wrong thing in my life in his mind. Oh, how little did either of us think that was our last intercourse! He talked just as if he knew that was our last interview; he was led by the Spirit what to say. Among other things he said, "Don't have anything to say to anyone else while I am gone." This astonished me, for I did not believe that he questioned my chastity. I said, "Why do you make that request? Did I ever give you any reason to doubt my honor?" "No," he said, "but it came into my mind to say it and I did."<br /><br />Now to look at it, the Spirit knew he would be gone until the resurrection and he did not want me to get married to any other one. When I heard of his death, I thought I will keep that request sacred. Although I have had good offers, I never was tempted to marry. I have lived a lonely life as a widow 27 years, but my heart leaps for joy at the thoughts of meeting him at the great resurrection, never more to part.<br /><br />I had such a feeling about his leaving as I had never had before. I went to him just before he started and told him that it seemed to me that I could not let him go. "Why," he said, "what do you mean? You know that I must get breadstuff. I thought you were a woman of fortitude."<br /><br />I did not know there was one in the place that I had ever seen, but Lorenzo Snow's family was living in their wagon in sight, not far off. His woman came to my house to wash. Some of his women were as handsome as I had seen in any place. One of them came every night and slept with me until I was taken sick, which was about two weeks. I had not to say slept, for we talked almost all night. I thought that I would get much knowledge from her as she belonged to one of the Twelve, and my mind was reaching after all the truth in existence.<br /><br />When my husband had been gone about two weeks, I was taken sick with chills and fever, confined to the bed. I was an entire stranger, except for the acquaintance I had made with the Sisters Snow. Soon after I was taken down, the children all took sick and I got a little girl that could cook to make porridge for us. However, our neighbors were all very kind and helped us all they could. They would come and get my dirty clothes and wash them and if there were any holes, mend them. This they continued to do until they were all taken sick, insomuch that there were none well enough to take care of the sick.<br /><br />I was the first one to take sick there and 300 took sick and died after I was and I was spared alive. The bishop visited me often and told me if I needed anything, to call on him and I should have it. I soon heard that he was dead. I was very sick and Mary lay at the point of death. We had watches every night until Mary's fever left her.<br /><br />One morning, after the watchers had left, I looked around the room to see if all was right. Right under the chair where one of the girls had sat all night I saw something that didn't look as if it belonged in the house. I called to Thomas to come and see what that was. We found that it was a monstrous big rattlesnake coiled up on a bench and had lain there all night as harmless as a lamb. It had eight rattles. I told the boys not to kill it; it had not come as an enemy, but on a friendly visit to help the girls watch. He did not help much, only as their companion, but they would have been just as well off without his company, not knowing of his presence. I told them to throw it off the bank and not hurt it, which they did.<br /><br />But the time had come for us to look for my husband. With the greatest anxiety we watched and looked day and night until at last there came a man just before daylight with a letter containing the news of his death. It would be impossible for anyone to imagine my feelings after being confined to my bed more than two weeks and expecting him to come. All things would be all right when he came and it never entered my heart that he could die. When the news came that he was dead, my feelings were too intense to weep. My situation all rushed upon my mind with such force that all I could do or say was to cry to the Lord to sustain me under such untold trials and blessed be the name of Jesus. He did sustain me and preserved my life, which I cared little about until I found that my children had no father. All of the nervous fears that I had been suggesting to him while he was alive were taken away when he was dead. I never rested nights in his absence. There was a fear of something, I did not know what, but now all that fear was gone; the being in whose hands my life was placed supported me. How could I have lived if the Lord had not supported me? He has been with me in sick troubles and severe ones, and He has not forsaken me. He says, "Leave thy father's children and I will preserve them alive and let thy widows trust in me," and He has fulfilled these promises to me in all the afflictions I have had to pass through. It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in princes.<br /><br />But I will go on with my history. Weir and Lemuel had gone to Council Bluffs and got the news of their father's death and my sickness and Lemuel came to Pisgah with a team and a box of medicine (name gone) which would stop the ague as soon as taken and other things for our comfort. Jeremiah came with the team that my husband had gone to Boneparte with and brought Dudley with him. Thomas was the only boy I had with me that summer, but now there were four with us.<br /><br />My husband died the 20th of August, 1846. He had but two children married, Louisa and Jeremiah, and one grandchild, Jeremiah's daughter, Clarisa. He sang, "Come, let us anew, our journey pursue, roll round with the year and never stand still till the master appear." He sang that hymn as long as he had strength to sing it and then wanted Elisa to sing it. He died without a struggle or a groan. "Blessed are the dead that died in the Lord; yea," saith the Lord, "for they rest from their labors, and their works do follow them."<br /><br />A few days later we all started for the Bluffs. I took the pills and stopped the chills. My appetite came on in a hurry. I had too much appetite. When we got within a few miles of the Bluffs we bought some green peas. It was at noon and I did not have time to cook them, and I ate hearty of them and it put me in colorea morbus in its worst form. As we were near the settlement, I told them to drive on until I could find an elder to administer to me. I had suffered all I could. The water ran out of my mouth and it appeared that I had naught to do but stop breathing. I expect I should not look much different after my breath was gone.<br /><br />Lemuel would come to the wagon, look in and say, "Mother, you must not die." I told him to drive on as fast as he could until he found an elder to administer. He repeated, "Mother, you must not die," a number of times before he found an elder. Then he stopped the wagon and the elderUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0