tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46636414743596030642024-02-19T04:15:01.114-08:00Miller-Anderson HistoriesThis blog was created as a place to put pieces of my family histories as I find them. The goal is to make a story of each ancestor. THIS INFORMATION IS NOT DOCUMENTED NOR VERIFIED. IT IS JUST A PLACE TO PUT INFORMATION UNTIL IT HAS BEEN RESEARCHED FURTHER. PLEASE DO NOT QUOTE IT AS FACT.
If anyone reading this blog has any pictures, stories, etc., that they would be willing to share with other family members, I would be happy to add them.Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.comBlogger614125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-46919891839254829582021-02-10T08:53:00.003-08:002021-02-10T08:53:32.223-08:00Jonathan Hastings<p> <span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 15pt;">A
record quoted in "The Connecticut Magazine," states his death
occurred "13 August 1798. Jonathan Hastings (son of Lieut. Josiah Hastings
of Chesterfield New Hampshire) buried, aged 29 years," in the Center
Church Burying Ground at Hartford, Connecticut. No further details of his death
have been found.</span></p><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: 15pt;">
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<br />Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-86866489678179635952016-09-03T10:21:00.000-07:002016-09-03T10:25:50.002-07:00HANNAH NIELSEN (ANDERSON) 1834-1873<br />
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<br />Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-48485435689907254652016-09-03T09:53:00.002-07:002020-07-14T17:50:10.054-07:00ANNA HULL (MILLER) 1844-1897[<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Harold William Miller, son of Edward Emerson Miller, son of Anna Hull (Miller).]<br />
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-78461400582465721722016-09-03T09:48:00.000-07:002020-07-14T17:49:38.130-07:00LEANDER JOHN MILLER 1845-1914[<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Harold William Miller, son of Edward Emerson Miller, son of Leander John Miller.]<br />
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<br />Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-59996235791649939532015-06-01T10:17:00.000-07:002020-07-13T19:45:35.361-07:00HAROLD WILLIAM MILLER 1910-1985<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A 1911 picnic in the foothills of Salt Lake City behind Jim's home. Left
to right: James Clark Williams, granddaughter Florence Bernetta Wiseman
(Baxendale), Sarah Williams, Ada Marion Williams (Miller) (holding baby
Harold William Miller), Ellis Marion Miller, Edward Miller, Lester
Williams Miller, Lula Vera Miller (McCarthy), Olive Bernetta Williams
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Ada and Ed's family gather together in Oregon, summer of 1931. Left to
right: (rear) Ellis Marion Miller, Edward Earnest Miller, Jr., Lester Williams Miller, Harold William Miller, and Edward Emerson Miller, Sr.; (front) Evelyn
Paterson Miller (Ellis' wife), Verna May Miller (Fjelstrom), Lula Vera Miller (McCarthy), Ada Marion Williams (Miller), and Lorraine Miller (Wood).<br />
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The Miller family camping out with Grandpa and Grandma Williams, about
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<b>TRANSCRIBED TAPES OF HAROLD WILLIAM MILLER</b><br />
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This is the first part of my life history. I was born in Salt Lake City March 6, 1910, on Roosevelt Avenue, 619 Roosevelt Avenue. My parents were Edward Emerson Miller and Ada Williams Miller. I was sixth of nine children.<br />
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Shortly after that we moved around. When I was three years old, we moved out to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lofgren</span>, which is out southwest of Provo, over in Rush Valley. We lived there one year and then we moved back to Salt Lake. Shortly after that my sister Edna was born. Then when I was seven years old, my sister Lorraine was born, and shortly after that, we moved back out to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lofgren</span>, and my brother Ellis was born.<br />
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Lorraine was born on Seventh East Coast at the old Wander Mere Park, which is an amusement park similar to Lagoon. We kids used to have a lot of fun down there. Shortly after that we moved to Fifth East, which was right next to Wander Mere Park, down behind it next to the lake. That's where I got my first ice skates for Christmas and went out on the lake skating. We would go over there in the mornings with our pocket knives and hunt for coins. The guys would skate at night with their girlfriends and fall and spill all their nickels, dimes, and quarters on the ice. </div>
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They would melt down into the ice, and we would have to chip it out. We went prospecting every morning we could.<br />
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One time we were skating on thin ice close the edge where the water went out of the lake,and I broke through. The guys laid down on the ice and helped me get out. My clothes froze stiff on me. I started home and, climbing through the fence, I got a stomach ache and messed my pants. It froze onto my legs. I couldn't get my skates off, so I started down the road. Just a short distance down the road, a girl that I knew and her dad were in a sleigh coming along with a horse, and they wanted to pick me up and no way. I wouldn't get in the sleigh the way I was. I got home and Mother stripped me off and stuck me in the old NO.3 tub in the middle of the kitchen floor. By that time I was about frozen.<br />
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Then shortly after that, the next spring, we moved up on Simpson Avenue next to the<br />
railroad tracks. We used to go out and pound on the tracks with a rock and make the signals work -- to foul up the signals on the tracks.<br />
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Shortly after that, we moved to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Lofgren</span> again. My brother Ellis and brother Les, they took a few of the belongings out there. They had one horse and a light racing buggy with hard rubber tires, then a white top rig. They hooked the two together and we had a big old sow pig in one of them and a whole bunch of chickens in with the pig in that wagon. Then we were leading a cow behind -- old Rose the milk cow. Just one horse pulling it. We looked like Gypsies going down the street, a whole string of things. Then Mother and I and my two younger sisters went out on the train. We got out there and my cousin, my uncle, and his family were living out there in our cabin. I remember my cousin, the same age as myself, was sick in bed, and his hair hadn't been combed or cut for so long, because he was so sick, that it looked like an Afro. My dad got him out in the yard and cut his hair. When he got in there, there were big ticks that had swollen up as big as the end of your thumb, full of blood in his head. That was partly what was making him so sick. Anyway, they moved in down to the railroad station in a little house down there, and they took over the post office for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Lofgren</span>. There were only a few families there.<br />
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Then Dad decided that the cabin was pretty run down, so he decided to build a new one. We tore that one down and used some of the logs and built out on the brink of a hill below a beautiful spring we had there. It was just bubbling up out of the sand, just ice cold water. We stayed there for -- I was 11 years old when we moved to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Uintah</span>, but in that period we were going to go to California one fall. We went down and got as far as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Sugarville</span>, which is down next to Delta. We stopped there and stayed there that winter, then we went back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Lofgren</span> in the spring. While we were there, my dad and two older brothers, Ellis and Ed, helped run the beet dump there for sugar beets. Les and I would go out and top beets to make a little money part time while we were going to school. We had to walk over to Delta to school. I remember I had a girlfriend. I still remember her name was Lavonne Boil. One time going home from school, we went along the canal and they had let the water out. The canal was just full of big carp fish. All the farmers came along there with their wagons and their beet forks and shoveled them into their wagons and hauled them out to their farms and would feed them to the hogs and for fertilizer and the chickens, and so forth. Shortly after that we got pork down at the store that tasted like fish -- they had eaten so many of those fish.<br />
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That spring, well, other things happened while we were there. We went after wood on the wagon. We had to go about 20 miles to where we could get some wood out of the mountains there. We like to froze to death coming home we got so cold. When we got about a mile from the house,Dad made us get off the load and run along the side so we wouldn't cry, he said. You know how your feet hurt when they start to thaw out -- they call it chill <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">blains</span>. So, he made us run all the way,the last mile, until we got home.<br />
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Then I remember Dad bought half of a big bull. The guy shot him because he kept breaking down the fence, fighting with another bull in another field. That was some of the best beef I ever ate. He hung it up in a screened porch in the back of the house. It was just as hard as a rock. I remember him taking the axe out there to chop off steaks.<br />
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It froze so hard and got snow so deep for a while there that we couldn't do anything only take care of the horses and the cow and then we would play cards, sometimes all night long. We would play Rook and Pit. It was a good thing there weren't any neighbors close, because it sure was a noisy game.<br />
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Anyway, when we got ready to go back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Lofgren</span> in the spring, why we got all the stuff loaded up the night before. Dad sent Les and I ahead with the cows and said they would catch up with us. We drove those cows -- we took a lard bucket full of sandwiches. About 15 miles out we came to a well that had a little shack over it, but the well was dry. We did not have anything to drink. The cows were gentle and we just would squat down by them and milk in our mouths right out of the cow's utter. Then we went on, we were all day going. They never did catch up with us until it got dark, and we were up in the foothills then. There were cedar trees, pines, and tall sage brush. There were coyotes yapping all around us. We could hear bobcats. Wild animals were thick out then. Jack rabbits were plentiful. It got real dark, and we stayed pretty close to the cows,because we were pretty young kids for doing that. Finally, we could hear the wagon behind us coming, way back in the distance,rattling over the rocks. Finally, they caught up with us. About that time we saw a light up in the foothills and so we headed for that. It was along the road.<br />
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Then we finally got to this old ranch house, and it happened to be Port Rockwell's ranch -- the Port Rockwell, you know, that was the bodyguard for Brigham Young. He took us in and he had a nice hot fire for us there. We made beds on the floor, and we got something to eat. In the morning he, with mother, fixed a good breakfast for us. We went out and he showed us an old orchard behind the house, and in the orchard were grave sites of Port Rockwell's family. I don't remember who all or what they were.<br />
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From there we went on up about 10 miles, I guess, to Uncle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Neef's</span> place. It was the company ranch for a McIntyre ranches -- they had several ranches out there, and my Uncle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Neef</span> was running this one. We stayed there for a day or two. There was still a lot of snow up in the mountains that we had to cross over. So Mother and Edna and Lorraine, being quite young, stayed there with them. We decided to take two teams, so Uncle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Neef</span> loaned us one of his teams, and he had a big old white Roman nose thing named Brocky. Better if we hadn't taken him, I guess,because he kept fouling things up. We got up in the mountains into the drifts and the snow, and it was just about dark. We got way up on this ridge, and what we wanted to do was get on over the ridge and down on the other side to what was called a summer ranch, McIntyre's. There was nobody there, but we wanted to make it down there that night and sleep there. There would be a place for the horses. But as we got up on this ridge, the horses started balking, that crazy white thing of Uncle <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Neef's</span>, and twisted around, and the wheels of the wagon caved through, toppled, and went down the canyon with all of our belongings in it. It scattered for a quarter of a mile down the canyon on the snow. Then Dad said, "Well, we'll just have to bed down here." We were going to make beds in the snow, and then he changed his mind, and said, "No, it's not far." So he sent Les and I right straight down over the mountain as the crow flies to where this ranch was, and he and Ellis were going to take the horses and go down around this. It was a canyon and with a river or stream down through it that was frozen. You couldn't get through there very well with the horses,so he told Les and I to go straight over and get a fire built. But we had so much trouble -- we got into some of these darned washes that were so deep that we could hardly get out again. We finally got there, and we just barely beat them. We were just getting the fire ready when they arrived. There was everything. There were beds and everything. It wasn't locked or anything, nobody bothered anything in those days. So we made the beds. There was a nice stable there for the horses and feed. That was really a nice cozy night we spent there. The next morning we made breakfast,then we went back to the wagon and got all the stuff loaded up, got it out of the snow. The next day we went on. We got almost home, down into the foothills, and the snow was kind of patchy down there. The horses twisted the wheels and broke the reach out of the wagon. Dad took an axe and chopped down a tree -- a long straight pole of a tree -- and made a new reach for it. He had one of these augers to drill holes with, and he drilled the holes for the bolts and everything, and made it just as good as new.<br />
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We got home to our cabin that evening. It was really something to get there. But, when we got there, there was a ewe and a lamb that Uncle Fred had tied up there. I guess they were strays. He tied them up with a big old heavy rope, and the rope had twisted up -- and it rained -- the rope tightened up and strangled the ewe. So this lamb had been sleeping against her, and she was just a mass of maggots. The maggots had gotten over into the back of the lamb sleeping against her, and they were starting to eat on him. We managed to get them out and put the salve on there, and he healed up and got all right.<br />
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Then a few days, old Shep we had left with a bishop about 10 miles west of our place there. I forget -- Bishop Dunbar I believe his name was. Anyway we gave old Shep to him to keep when we figured we were going to California. Then here one day Shep came a running home, all that way. He must have smelled us or sensed we were home again. He would just jump up on our shoulders and cry, he was so happy to see us. We keep him there for about a couple of weeks, and finally Bishop Dunbar came over there on his horse, looking around for cows. He had a quite a lot of cows out there. He took Shep back with him.<br />
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We did manage to get a pup from Shep, a son, and we called him Duke. He was just a really smart dog, Duke was. Before that, when we had Shep, my oldest brother Ed and Shep used to hire out to the sheep corrals down there. Shep and Ed would do the work and do it better than five men. All the sheep herders wanted to buy old Shep because he would wrangle out four and five sheep at a time and run them into a shoot and through a gate. All they had to do was shut the gates for the shearers to shear them.<br />
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We had lots of wonderful times out there. We played in the wool. We would get up where they would pack the wool in the bags. They had a flat car that would run down the siding there where they loaded it into the train cars, the railroad cars. We would ride that down. Down at the bottom, it would run up onto a pile of dirt. Then, when the shearers left -- they had a big mess house and bunk houses for the shearers to live in -- they left everything there. They would leave partly filled cans of carbide, and we would get it and put it in the water and under cans and then set a match it it, and it would blow them cans way sky high into the air, and rocks, and everything like that. It was a wonder we didn't blow ourselves up. That was one of the fun things we would have out there.<br />
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There was a railroad spring about a quarter of a mile from our place, the well there that they piped the water down to the railroad to fill the engines there. They would stop and get their water for steam. We used to go over there and swim. It was fenced and there was a reservoir there. We would go over there and swim, and that's where I learned to swim. My oldest brother, Ed, threw me in over my head, and I really churned some water, but that was when I first found out that I could stay afloat and swim. There was a beautiful little stream that ran out of the well and went down through the little ravine or canyon.<br />
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There was a beautiful meadow down there, through there, and that was where we used to go and look for arrow heads in the pebbles in the stream. I remember one day Les and I were riding the horse up along there, and we got off to get a drink. There in the stream where I was drinking was this beautiful red arrow head, just a perfect one. I picked it up and looked at it. I showed him, he reached down and took it, he got on the horse, and he dropped it in the grass. We never did find it. So, it's still there somewhere.<br />
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Going up along there one time, we used to see a lot of coyotes. This coyote was just ahead of me, took a drink, and there was a trail up along there, and he would just stay about 50 yards ahead of me all of the time. I would stop and he would stop. When I would go toward him, he would go on ahead. We did that all the way up to where it turned off to go home. He acted like he wanted to be friendly with me. There were a lot of them around there. Duke used to chase them around the house at night, try to run them off, and they would just stay out there a little ways and howl and yap. There were lots of jack rabbits and that was their mainstay, rabbits to eat.<br />
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I used to like to go with Ed. He always took me hunting with him to carry the rabbits and pheasants and whatever. There weren't pheasants days, they were sage hens. They were so tame, they would come up in the yard and eat with our chickens. Then in the snow, in the winter time with deep snow, we used to go rabbit hunting. We would take cords and tie them together. I would drape them over my shoulders and carry them home. In fact, we had a little old camera, and we took pictures of each other with these rabbits in the snow that we had killed. I don't know where they are at. I haven't seen them in years. I think maybe they are in Lula's things. She took possession of most of Mother's stuff when Mother and Dad died. We used to do a lot of hunting out there with the shotgun, and I had a little 22 that I would go and shoot sage hens and cotton tails. Up on the hollow above our cabin was tall sage, rabbit brush we called it. There was a lot of grass in there, and those cotton tails were just thick as they could be in there. They seemed to know when I was coming with the gun. When I didn't have a gun they were everywhere. When I would show up with a 22, why they disappeared. They seemed to know what a gun looked like. We used to get a lot of them. We ate a lot of rabbit. It was really good, it was better than chicken. Mother used to fry it, and oh, was it ever good. It smelled good when it was cooking.<br />
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One time Ed and Ellis, my two older brothers, and my dad were working for the county there building a county road. Each day they would move to a different place further away. Les and I would go and take their lunch to them. Sometimes they would take it when they went, but if Mother didn't have it ready we would take it. This particular day, we had a big bucket full of fried rabbit and sandwiches and different things. I don't remember what all, but that rabbit was really good. We went over there to where they were the day before, and they had moved on, of course. We kept going and going, and we could not find them. We just couldn't locate them. So, we got tired and thirsty, and we stopped under the shade of a big pine tree and ate their lunch and went back home. They were shook up that night because we didn't bring them their lunch.<br />
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We had four horses out there. There was Prince, a great big old bay horse. He was so tall you almost had to get a ladder to get on him, or next to a fence or something. Then we had a dappled gray. We called him old Barney. He was a beautiful work horse. Then another work horse, a bay, we called him old Mack. They made a good work team. Then we had a little blue mustang mare. She was a right blue color. She had been with the wild horses when she was a colt and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Daybells</span> got her when she was just a young colt. She was tangled up in some barbed wire. They took her home and tamed her and then sold her to Dad for $15. They threw in the saddle with it. She was the best little riding horse that I was ever on. She was trained to rein and wrangle cows, and she could turn on a dime. All you had to do was lean, and she knew which way you wanted to go, you didn't have to use the reins. In fact, we crossed the reins, or he did, to train her that way, so that when you pulled on the left rein, your hand was to the left. After that all you had to do was even move your hand to the right or to the left and she would turn. Later on when we went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Uintah</span>, she and old Barney were in the lower field, and this stupid <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Dego</span> from across the river had come through there and left the gate open. The horses went out and got on the ice on the river, and it caved in. We didn't find them until the next spring. They were about two miles down the river on a sand bar there. She was a beautiful little horse, easiest thing to ride.<br />
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Of course, while we were out there at Lofgren too, in the fall, we would put gunny sacks, tie them together, and put them over the horses and ride them up in the pine trees and pick pine cones off the trees from the horses. Then we would take these pine cones home and put them in the oven on a tray. They would pop open. Oh, those pine nuts were really good. We used to get sacks of them. Of course, if you didn't wear gloves, your hands got so sticky you couldn't pull your fingers apart. When you put them in the oven, the pitch would run off and the pine cones would pop right open and the nuts would fall right out.<br />
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One time we were up there picking pine nuts and here was a great big old porcupine up in the tree. When I first saw it I thought it was a bear or something up there. There were all kinds of wild animals up there. Right up the canyon a little ways from there was a family of mountain lions, up in the cliffs. The horses always knew it. They would snort and run for home. When they got up there they seemed to smell the lions. There were lots of rattlesnakes around. I remember old Duke, he would spy a rattlesnake,he would just run right in and give it a flip. Just pop it like a whip, and it was dead. Just one flip and he would kill them. He knew just how. It would just bash their brains. One time Ed killed a beautiful big diamond back rattler. Ed decided it was so pretty it would make a good hat band, so he skinned it, turned it wrong side out, salted it and rubbed it, and put it in the sun until he thought it was well cured. They he turned it back right side out and sewed it onto his hat band. It was a pretty thing, but a few days later Mother was sniffing around the house, wondering what was dead. The snake skin smelled just rotten. She made him get it out of there.<br />
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Herds of sheep would come through to the shearing corral there in the spring with the<br />
lambs. The sheepherder, if he had any orphans (we called them pets, that they had lost their mother one way or another), he would give us the pet lambs. We had close to 20 lambs there at one time. When we traded our ranch and moved to Uintah, there were 10 nice fat lambs that we traded Aftermoores for a bunch of chickens that were like magpies, as far as we were concerned. They were buff leggings and they would spook at anything that would scare them. They would pile up and smother each other. They weren't good layers at all, so that winter Dad and I killed them. We cleaned them and put them in the shed and froze them. They were piled up like rocks in there, just hard as rocks, frozen. When ever we wanted one, we would thaw it out. Then we got some Rhode Island Reds chicks that next spring, which made us some real good chickens, layers, eating,and everything, setting.<br />
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So anyway, back to the lambs. I remember one time going over to the sheep herder, and he said, "Yeah, I've got one here." He showed me this curly black lamb. It was a little buck. I carried him all the way home. We had plenty of milk to give him to get him started, and then there was plenty of grass, and he really grew and got fat. But we teased him until he got real mean. There were a couple of others, the bucks too, that got mean and they would hit you when you weren't looking and knock you right head over heels. This one would even chase us right in the house, in the cabin. He was more or less playing, but he liked to knock us down. He would even chase my dad.<br />
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We had a big old red game rooster that we took out there. He would chase my dad right in the house when he would come home at night.<br />
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One summer there, Mother got blood poison in her thumb. She took Edna and Lorraine<br />
with her and just left us boys out there. Dad was working. One night it was started to get dark. The lamps, all we used was kerosene for kerosene lamps for light, so we had to fill the lamps. In the middle of the living room there, we had a stove, and that was where mother did the cooking and all, the kitchen I guess you would call it. Ed and Ellis -- well Uncle Jay was out there, and he made some home brew a couple of years before. He buried these quart bottles of home brew in the sand in the spring. Some of the bank caved in on it so he couldn't find it. They got to fishing around in there and found two or three bottles of that stuff. By the time they took a few nips off it, they started to fill these lamps, and they spilled it all over the floor. Somehow they lit it, and the whole living room was going up in flames. Ellis ran in the bedroom, grabbed the big old rag rug that was in Mother's bedroom, dragged it in there, threw it over the fire, and put it out, or the cabin would have gone up in smoke.<br />
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We had an outhouse there, about 50 yards from the cabin, behind a cedar tree. We were<br />
kind of fidgety about going out there at night. Duke would stay by us, but many's the time he would chase coyotes around the outhouse while we were in it. He would chase them away and they would follow him back. They just wanted to tease him, I guess.<br />
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When we built the cabin there, we used a hay saw to cut blocks of sod out of the marsh over there close to the house. It was about a foot to a foot and a half thick of just sod, what they called wire grass. We cut big blocks of that and would stack it on top of the roof of the cabin, and it would grow back together, just like one solid piece of sod up on top of the cabin. That way it kept the cabin warm in the winter and cool in the summer. The rain never got through it, it was just too thick. It would run off the house before it would come through.<br />
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In the winter time, the snow was deep up there. Dad killed a couple of hogs and he gave Les and I each a liver. We buried it in the snow on top of the roof so that Duke or the coyotes or nothing could get it. Whenever we wanted some liver, we would dig it out of the snow, take it in, slice off a couple of pieces, and fry it for ourselves. That was fun.<br />
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Then for Christmas, we would cut a pine tree right close there. There were lots of them. We would decorate it. We would pop corn and string it on strings, and we would make chains out of loops of different colored paper. We had little metal snaps that would clamp onto the limbs with a candle holder on it, really small ones. We would use little candles in there to light the tree, which would seem like a dangerous, risky thing for fire, but we never had any problems that way.<br />
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I would like to insert a couple of corrections right here. For one thing, it was kerosene they spilled on the floor and not the booze. Then another place, it was Bishop Bennion that we gave old Shep to instead of the other name that I don't remember at this time. Then back when we left Sugarville and went to our cabin and we stopped at the old Port Rockwell ranch, it wasn't Port Rockwell that was there. It was an old trapper that was trapping there. I don't remember his name. Port Rockwell had been dead for years before this. Anyway, this old trapper hired my brother Ed to help him on his trap lines that winter, and Ed went over there and worked the trap lines. They caught bobcats, a mountain lion, bear, and all different kinds of animals. When we moved back from Sugarville to Lofgren, I told you about the wagon tipping over and all of our furniture and everything going down in the canyon in the snow. After we got home to the cabin, we got things straightened around, then we got back to take Uncle Neef's team back and pick up Mother, Edna, and Lorraine and bring them home. We stopped there where the furniture had all gone down the canyon and dug around in the snow that was left, and we came across a red box with some homemade bread there that was still frozen solid. Also there was a two-quart jar of yeast that Mother kept a start all the time to make yeast. It was frozen and the jar hadn't broken. We thawed it out, it was still good, and Mother used it. Also, this bread was still good. It was wrapped well and was also good, and we ate it.<br />
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There in Lofgren, we had a one-room school house down to the post office. It had a pot bellied stove in the middle that kept us warm. There were eleven students that went to school there. There were four different classes all in the one room. The teacher would take turns with the different classes. There was only one window in the little school house. It looked out over a meadow there. There was an old coyote that dug a hole out in the middle and had her pups there,underground. These pups would come out and play, and we would watch them from the school house window. </div>
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A little ways from that, there was a knoll where a lot of ground squirrels lived. There seemed like hundreds of them in that hill. The coyote would catch them for her young, and also the hawks would swoop down and pick them off one at a time. We kids would sit up there above this knoll and shoot the squirrels with a 22. If we would just wound one, the others would grab it and pull it down the hole.<br />
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The next winter we moved down to Faust, about halfway between Lofgren and Tooele. Dad got a job down there for the winter on the railroad. We went to school down at Faust in the little one-room school house too. One day I remember we were out on the tracks and we heard the train whistle, although it was several miles away, just as it was coming out of a canyon. As we were watching it, it ran off the track, and the cars, the engine, and everything went end over end. Then we felt and heard the noise, just like thunder, the ground shaking. We went up there. The rails were just twisted all up like corkscrews, and the cars were all busted open. They wouldn't let us around there, the railroad police, I guess it was. There was a car load of pigs. It killed quite a few of the pigs, with some of them running around wild. I guess they caught some, but some I don't think they ever caught. There was plenty of food for them there in the wilderness. It was sure something to stand there and watch that train -- cars flipping in all directions, breaking up.<br />
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Then we moved back, that next spring, to Lofgren. Dad traded the ranch for a little farm up in Uintah, up the mouth of Weber Canyon, just out of Ogden. We started out and the first day we got as far as Camp Floyd. We stayed there for the night. We made our beds in the barn on the hay and fed the stock. We had three horses and two cows at that time. The old place is still there but the barn and everything are gone. Camp Floyd it's called.<br />
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From there we went on down the next day and got down close to the Jordan River. Before we got there, we ran into a big wash that had been washed out, and the road was gone. It took us a couple of hours -- we had to put sagebrush, cedars, and everything there piled up and packed dirt and mud on it so we could get through with the wagon. It was pretty hard for the horses to get up through there. We went on and crossed the Jordan up through Lehi. The old road used to go up to the foothills to the east and go around the point of the mountain. There was a big bank, and as we came along by that bank, an old car came along and ran over Duke. He happened to run in front of it. We thought he was dead for a minute, but he got up. He was so scared, I guess, that he ran right straight up this bank, way up almost to the top, and then keeled over and rolled all the way back down, and he was out again. Pretty soon, he came to. He was sure scared of that car. He was all right, he didn't have any broken bones, but he was kind of bruised up for a day or two. We went around the point of the mountain and down just past where the prison is. There were a lot of trees along the highway there. There was some fresh cut hay there, and the farmer told us to help ourselves. We fed the horses and the cows and made some beds there by the trees.<br />
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From there we went through Salt Lake. You had to go right down through town with the wagon and everything. That was the only road there was, State Street. We got out past Bountiful just around Farmington. Between Bountiful and Farmington there were some more big trees, a lot of shade there. We bedded down there that night. Then the next day we went on. We had a hard time getting through that sand. There was no paved road or anything, right there as you go up the mountain road to go to Weber Canyon. I remember that old pond was still there. It was all the horses could do to pull the wagon with all the stuff on it through that sand. Then we went on a mile or two and came into a little ravine or canyon where there were a couple of farm houses. We had to go through this creek with quite a bit of water in it. The farmers had watermelons for sale. They had them in the creek in the cold water. They were sure good.<br />
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We went on to Uintah that day and got there about dark. This family that we traded was still there. We had to move in with them. Aftermoores was their name. There was the old man, his wife, a son about 16, and an old maid daughter. They left there after we got there, took their belongings, and went out to the ranch.<br />
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When we took this trip to Uintah from Lofgren, we only had the one riding horse and we took turns riding her. She was a pretty little blue mustang that had been caught out on the range. Daybells had caught her and trained her and sold her to Dad for $15 with a saddle thrown in. We did a lot of walking, because the wagon was so loaded there was hardly room to get on it -- just Mother and the two girls -- so we did a lot of walking on that trip. If that wasn't pioneering, I'd like to know what was.<br />
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We pitched in and tore down an old broken down barn that they had left, built a new barn, and hauled a lot of manure down in the lower field. We had about 14 acres down on the river bottoms and about 2 acres there at the house. There was an old shed right out back of the house that was infested with rats underneath it. They got under the house and down into the cellar. Mother got some rat poison from Ogden, and she spread it on slices of bread and then covered it with peanut butter. We cut it up in little squares, and I put it around under the shed and around down in the basement, and everywhere where these rats were running around. The next day there was nothing but dead rats lined up on their backs by the water down along the creek. There was a stream of water running right in front of the house. This stuff burned them so bad, they just ran out there to get a drink. It would kill them right there, and they would keel over and stick their feet in the air. The following spring we tore down the old shed and built a new barn out in the back for the horses and the cows.<br />
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We got some Rhode Island Red chickens, baby chicks. Another time we got some white Peking ducks. We were going to go into the duck business, but there was no market for them. We raised a lot, a couple or three hundred, white Peking ducks. They were nice and sweet, and had a place down in the meadow where they really cleaned up all the green grass and clover down. So, we decided we didn't want to go on with that.<br />
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Then Dad sent for the first white turkeys I had ever seen. I think we got around 75 to 100 white turkeys. We only lost 2 of them in a wind storm that blew something over on top of a couple of them. They were really big. I remember a lot of the Toms were around 30 to 35 pounds. In fact, we sent a 36 pounder down to my older brother and sisters who were living in Los Angeles at the time -- they were married.<br />
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We had several fruit trees. There were a couple of apple trees and a couple of pear trees there on the place. The pears were really good. We had two big black walnut trees in front of the house that were just loaded with black walnuts. I helped Mother plant the garden out back of the house next to the trees, and we had our own vegetables. There were a lot of apple orchards and fruit orchards around that the neighbors had. George Krause had several big apple orchards, so we had plenty of fruit. That following spring we planted about four acres of peas for the factory and planted them with the cedar so that they grew up solid like an alfalfa patch. When they got ready, we cut them with a mower, all the vines, loaded them onto a hay rack, and took them over to South Weber to a vinery there where they thrashed them out. I used to like that trip because I would just lie in those cool pea vines and eat peas all the way over. Then while they were being thrashed, I would go around the back, take a pail, empty some of the hoppers into the pail and get it full of shelled peas to bring home for mother to cook. I would just lie in the vines, the horses knew the way, I didn't even have to hardly bother driving them.<br />
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Then the following year after that, we tried string beans. We raised a bunch of string beans and corn for the canning factory. That was a chore picking those doggone string beans, down on your hands and knees all day.<br />
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Then the following year, we took on the job of -- Dad hired out to the dairy farm joining our place. A. M. Miller his name was. He had a pretty large herd of Holstein dairy cows and some Jerseys. We had two Jersey bulls. They had four head of horses. They had a big fox farm there. They kept 150 pair of foxes. They had a big pen for the ones that were primed to make skin for their furs. We had about 50 foxes, and we had to cut all their fangs so they wouldn't damage each others fur when they fought. I helped on that. That summer we moved down there and then my brother Les moved into our house, and Dad and I ran the dairy farm and helped in the foxes. We had to catch them all and dip them in a sort of creosote mixture to keep the fleas and stuff of them,to keep their fur good. Part of the summer there, during the day, I would paint all the tables and kennels white. I thought I was going to go blind with that white enamel paint right out in the sun all day long. Then at night and mornings we had all these cows to milk, Dad and I. Before going to school, I would have to get all these cows milked and run and catch the bus. Sometimes I wouldn't get the time to change my clothes, and I would wear those old stinking cow clothes to school.<br />
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They used to get about 500 baby chicks at a time, white leggins. When they started to lay, then they would get 500 more. We kept about 1,500 white leggin chickens there in a beautiful big pen with a timer on the light so it would turn on the lights in the wee early hours of the morning. The hens would lay as soon as the lights came on.<br />
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The old Jersey bull, the big one, was really mean. We had rings in both their noses. When I would go in there to get him in his corral, I would take a rope with a snap on it and snap it in that ring. I had a pitch fork in the other hand, so if he decided to gore me, why I would just jab him with that pitch fork and he kept his place then.<br />
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We had a lot of apples there in the orchards, and we had 50 hives of bees. Dad, I saw him put his bare arm and hand right down in the bees, and they wouldn't sting him, but they would chase me all over the place. He said, "Well, if you let them know you're not afraid of them, they won't sting you." But, I sure had a hard time convincing them I wasn't afraid of them. When we would have to haul the hay out that we had, we had a lot of hay next to the bees and the orchards, if I was on the ground pitching on the wagon, they would chase me. I would throw a shuck of hay over my head and lie down on the ground until they went away. If I was up on the load, I would pull hay over my head and lie there until they left. They would wait for me to come out and sting me. They wouldn't bother Dad a bit. I couldn't understand it. That winter there we spotted some hives of bees in the old dead trees down in the woods next to the river. So in the winter we went down when the snow was on the ground and it was cold and chop down the trees and get their honey. We used to get tubs full down there out of those old trees. The bees were so cold they would just fall in the snow and freeze. We couldn't recover them anyway because they were in those hollow trees and wouldn't leave.<br />
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In the meantime, I had been ordained a Teacher and a Priest when I became of age. When I was 16, I lied about my age and went to work on the railroad because they weren't paying me enough. They were paying Dad and furnishing our board and the house to live in, but I wasn't getting anything out of it, so I went to work on the railroads. I worked there about three weeks and Bill Miller came out and said, "If you'll come back and work for us, I'll pay you $2 a day." So, I worked the rest of the year there.<br />
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That year we had all kinds of vegetables. We planted celery, cabbage, tomatoes, peppers, and all kinds of things, a couple of acres of it. Then we had another field of field corn. We had a big silo there, and when the ears got fully developed and just in the milk, we cut it right to the ground and ran it through this chopper that would blow it up into this silo. In the winter time we would get in there to scoop that silage out for the cows. It would be fermented to where it was really warm. It would really keep your feet nice and warm, and just steam it was so hot. In the spring when it was empty, the juice in the bottom was like alcohol. It made the birds and everything around there that got any of it drunk.<br />
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Up above the tracks, across the tracks from us, on the side there, we had two big fields of grain. In those days, we had to use a thrasher on the tractor.<br />
I got the job of taking care of the straw.<br />
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Harold Miller<br />
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Q. Where was your father born, Harold?<br />
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A. In Hooper, Utah.<br />
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Q. How many brother and sisters did he have?<br />
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A. He had three brothers and a sister.<br />
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Q. Where was your mother born?<br />
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A. Mother was born in New Zealand.<br />
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Q. Do you know the town?<br />
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A. Was it Auckland or Langanewi?<br />
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Q. How many brothers and sisters did she have?<br />
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A. My mother had five sisters and two brothers.<br />
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Q. When did your mother and their family move to Utah?<br />
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A. When she was a little girl, about eight or nine years old. Ten years old or Somewhere around there.<br />
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Q. When did your father's family move to Utah?<br />
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A. They came here before the railroad. They were the pioneers that settled in Idaho first and then they came down.<br />
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Q. Your father's family did?<br />
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A. His father. My grandfather and mother. My dad was born in Hooper.<br />
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Q. When did your mother and father meet and where?<br />
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A. My dad was living in Shelley, Idaho. They had property there. Mother was up there working for a family that summer and he met her there in Shelley, Idaho. They were the first couple married there in the town of Shelley, Idaho.<br />
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Q. When did they then move to Salt Lake, or to Utah?<br />
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A. I don't remember the dates. I wouldn't know the dates without looking up his history. Most of the children were born here in Utah. We first moved to Salt Lake and then down to American Fork, then up to Farmington. Les was born in Farmington.<br />
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Q. Well, let's go on with your life. Where were you born?<br />
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A. I was born in Salt Lake on Roosevelt Avenue, 619 Roosevelt Avenue, on March 6, 1910, which was a Sunday morning. They said it was a windy Sunday morning.<br />
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Q. How many brothers and sisters did you have?<br />
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A. I had four brothers and four sisters. One brother died in infancy.<br />
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Q. Can you tell us some of the stories of your early childhood? Do you remember how long your folks lived in that house and where they moved from, from that house to where?<br />
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A. They moved around. From there they moved down on what they called Rockwood's Ranch in Salt Lake. Then from there down to Parkway Avenue, where Dad built a new house. It was a little shacky house in the back. He bought the property and then he built a new brick house on the front. Later on he sold that and got a ranch out in Rush Valley, which is out 50 miles south of Tooele.<br />
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Q. How old were you at that time?<br />
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A. Dad first went out to the ranch when I was only a baby. I was only about a year old when we first moved out there. Then we came back to Salt Lake again. Then we moved out there again when I was about seven years old.<br />
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Q. Where did you start school? In Rush Valley or in Salt Lake?<br />
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A. I first started in Salt Lake, the very first. I went to the first grade for just a couple or three months before we moved to the ranch in what was known as Lofgren. Then I continued on in the first grade out there and the second and the third. We met in a little frame school house, one room with a pot bellied stove in it to keep warm by. My two brothers and I,three cousins, and four other kids were all the school kids there were in the school. The teacher lived there at my cousin's place right across the creek from the school. In the winter time when it was cold, we would go up by the stove to give our lessons. Our reading lesson was first in the morning. We would huddle around the stove, and the teacher would give the lesson. There were four different grades in the school. They were all in one room.<br />
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Q. Tell us some of the experiences, other than school, in church, and the things you had in Lofgren.<br />
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A. About all the church we held was maybe in one of the homes. In the summer time my dad built a bowery down in the pine trees at the edge of a meadow, and we would go down there. He built some picnic tables and place for a fire. We would go down there and sing church hymns, like a Sunday School, because there was no organized church out there. There were only six families out there within the reach of our getting together now and then.<br />
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Q. What were some of those things that you did there, fun things?<br />
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A. We would go hunting jack rabbits, squirrels, badgers, and birds. We would also ride horseback. In the fall we would go picking pine nuts on horseback. Then we would play mumble peg with our pocket knives.<br />
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Q. When you left Lofgren, where did you go there?<br />
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A. Dad traded the place at Lofgren for a little farm in Uintah, Utah, which is at the mouth of Weber Canyon, out of Ogden. That is where I started school and finished the fourth grade. I graduated from the eighth grade there in Uintah, and the following year I went to Ogden to what was known at the Birch Creek School, a junior high there in the ninth grade. I graduated from that. The following summer we moved to California.<br />
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Q. How did you live in Uintah? What were some of the things that you did, Experiences and memories that you have of Uintah?<br />
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A. I'm missing a lot of stuff. I've already skipped some. One year we moved down to Sugarville. We were on our way to California and that was as far as we got. The car broke down. We bought this big old Dodge car, and we had the team and wagon with all of our stuff.<br />
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Q. Was this before you moved to Uintah?<br />
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A. Yeah.<br />
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Q. When you left Lofgren?<br />
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A. We still had our place at Lofgren. We boarded it up. We were only gone for the one winter and then we came back. Dad and all my brothers went to work in the (well, not all my brothers -- Les and I were still going to school) sugar beet dump there in Sugarville, which is just out of Delta. I went to school in Delta there that one winter. So I actually only went two winters in Lofgren. One winter in Delta, or Sugarville. We walked over to Delta to school, I guess it was.<br />
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Q. Was that when you moved up to Uintah?<br />
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A. We came back to Lofgren and stayed there for another summer and then that summer we traded the place for the place in Lofgren.<br />
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Q. You traded the Lofgren place for the one in Uintah?<br />
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A. Yeah. Us kids, there was a shearing corral there, and everytime the sheep herders would come through with their herd they would have to come across that upper land. We would go over to visit the herders to see if there were any orphan lambs, because it was lambing season along with the shearing. That last summer we had 20 lambs that we had got from the herds, that were orphaned. We had two or three cows milking all the time so we had plenty of milk. Made our own butter. We fed these lambs and got them good and fat.<br />
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Q. Was this in Lofgren?<br />
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A. Yeah. We had 20 beautiful lambs that were just nice and fat and full grown. We traded them unsight and unseen for a flock of buff leggin chickens. The only way we could tell them from crows was that they were not black, they were buff color. They were small like crows. Spooky crazy things and they didn't lay or nothing. That first winter we were there in Lofgren Dad was fed up with them. He would go out there and scare them, and they would pile up and kill each other in a pile in the corner of the pen and fly like birds. Dad fed them until winter came, and then we chopped all their heads off, cleaned them, put them out in the shed and froze them. It was like a big pile of big rocks in the shed. Whenever we wanted chicken, we would just go get one and thaw it out. We had chicken all winter. Then next spring, Dad bought some Rhode Island reds and baby chicks and raised some good chickens from then on. They were both good layers and good chickens to eat.<br />
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Q. Was this where your dad made the bread?<br />
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A. No, that was out of Lofgren, down in that valley. I'm missing a thousand things that I haven't mentioned. While we were in Lofgren, my mother got blood poison in her thumb, so she took my two little sisters with her and took the train and came into Salt Lake to the doctor. We four boys and Dad were out there alone. We were batching down in the meadow where he built this bowery and put up a big white tent, we were living in, while we built a new cabin. The old cabin that was out there was getting so run down. There's something else. Uncle Fred and his family came out and lived on the place for one summer the year before we went out there. He didn't keep it up, the old cabin. Dad tore it down and most of the sheds and everything, and the barn, rebuilt everything. But that one summer when Mother went to Salt Lake, we moved in to the tent while he was working on the cabin: Dad got a bunch of chicks then. They were getting up about to fryer size by that time. They would get out in that meadow and these chicken hawks would swoop down and pick them off if we didn't watch. They would just grab them on the fly and carry them off. Old Shep would run out there and leap in the air and try to catch the hawks. This is when Dad made a batch of bread. We had to make our own bread, there was no place to buy it. He had it in the tent raising, then the young chickens got in there. They were about fryer size. There were five of them in there. We came in that night to come down there to have dinner. Why all that was sticking out of the dough was chickens' heads. They had worked there way down into the dough and couldn't get out. So Dad was so disgusted, he just rung their necks, took the dough and the feathers off, and we had<br />
chicken.<br />
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Another time (Ellis corrected me, I thought it was flies) I can remember the incident where Dad got a bad cough and had some cough syrup. Somebody left the lid off of it and it got full of ants. He got up in the night and took a swig out of that bottle. He said it was awful gritty. The next day he looked and it was right full of ants in that syrupy cough syrup. Yech.<br />
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Then Ed, he brought home a pup. He sold the pup to me for a dime. It was a good pup, it was a shepherd. By this time we had Duke, which was the son of Shep we took out there with us. There is another whole story about Shep and the sheepherders.<br />
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Young voice: We'll remember that one. You tell the one about this and we will remember to remind you about Shep.<br />
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Harold: The wild cattle were all over the mountain up there and they kept breaking the fence down, coming down, and getting into the stacks and everything. The Smiths had some big work horses over the hill from us. They had broken in the fence and had come down into our stack yard. Old Shep (well there's another story) would jump right on the cow's backs, these wild cattle. If the bull would fight, he would circle, run, jump, and leap right on that bull's back, get a hold of his neck, and try to tear a piece out. Just shake him until the bull would run. It was the only way he could get them out. I keep jumping around. These horses of the Smiths came over there, great big work horses. Duke and this pup of my mine. We set Duke on them to run them back, to run them out. This pup, of course, joined in with Duke and ran up nipping the horses heels, and one of the horses kicked him and broke his hip. His whole back leg just dangled. Dad said there was nothing we could do for him, so we took him down in the meadow there where the bowery was and Dad shot him with a shotgun at close range, make a great big hole in his head. We buried him under this big pine tree and for days Old Duke would run down there, sniff around the tree, and then sit there and howl with his head in the air.<br />
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Q. Was this pup the one that your brother sold you?<br />
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A. Yeah. The pup that Ed sold me for ten cents. He brought him home from someplace over there.<br />
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Q. What are some of the other experiences you had at Lofgren?<br />
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A. When we first out there, Ed and Uncle Jay were giving the kids a penny apiece, I think, for chipmunks and squirrel tails. They had never seen a badger before. We all ran barefoot around there in the summer. We got over in the other field and spied this big badger out there. It resembled a chipmunk, he had stripes and all. They ran over there and started kicking him with their bare feet and yelling, "It's a mountain chipmunk."<br />
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Q. Did they catch it?<br />
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A. No, it went down its hole. It's a wonder it didn't take a leg off of them.<br />
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Q. What were some of the other experiences you had, or is that about the time you moved from there?<br />
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A. Well, there were a lot of things there. When we went out there, Ellis and Les (I went on the train with mother) had a white top rig and a racing buggy. They had a sow pig, a bunch of chickens, and an old milk cow. They pulled all this with one little black mare that they took out there. We bought work horses after we got out there. It looked like a train going down the street, with two rigs, a big coop full of chickens and a pig in the other wagon, and a cow we were leading behind. This old sow, after we got there, had pigs, little ones. Of course, Dad kept raising them, and we always had pork meat and calves for beef. This old sow, one winter she got -- the chickens would come around and eat the pig feed and that, and the old pig stepped on one some way. How she ever got started, got a taste of blood and she started eating them. After that every time a chicken got close enough, she would grab it and eat, feathers and all. She got so that she would even break into the chicken coop after them. So Dad had to kill her, butcher her. I remember one winter we butchered some younger pigs that were, or just butchering sows, the porkers. We butchered three at one time and hung them up, and they froze on the porch. He gave Les and I each a whole liver out of them, the hog. We would hide it in the snow up on top of the roof of the cabin, to keep it frozen and where the dog wouldn't get it. Whenever we felt hungry, we would just take down the liver, cut off a couple of slices, put it in a frying pan, and have our own liver. We thought that was a big deal.<br />
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We always had plenty of jack rabbit to eat. Ed and I would go out hunting jack rabbits. They were so thick around the house there that we didn't have to go off the place to get all the rabbits we wanted. They were just as thick as they could be. They were really good eating in those days. There was no fear of a disease that was brought in from Australia. It didn't come until some 20 or 25 years later. Then there were sage hens and cottontails. The sage hens would come right up in the chicken yard and eat with the chickens. They were good eating. The meat had a sage taste to it. It was really good.<br />
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Q. Was that because they ate sage?<br />
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A. Yeah. They ate berries off the sage, I guess, sagebrush. They were about the same size as a chicken. They were grey, similar to a grouse. But I remember we were going up over to Uncle Neff's with the wagon, and Uncle Fred was with us. We camped out because it was quite a ways over there. We would usually camp over night about halfway. We came on to this hen and six full grown chicks that were still running with her. They were full grown. There was an old dead pine tree there. It was just brittle. We would break off pine limbs and throw them like boomerangs. Those stupid sage hens would just duck when one would come close to them, the limbs. None of them tried to fly, not even the mother. We got all seven of them. So we really had a feed that night over the campfire. All those sage hens, they were thick out there.<br />
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There was a pond there. There was what they called a regular well just a little ways from the place where they supplied the water down to the station for the trains. They would stop there and fill their tanks with water for the engine for the steam. We had a spring there right by the cabin, and we had a pipe running into it. There was a steep hill outside the cabin that we would slide down. This could go on and on and on in the short years we were out there.<br />
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Q.Is that most of the experiences that you can remember now?<br />
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A. There's more. They keep coming back as I think about, but I can't keep them in a sequence.<br />
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Q. Then you moved from Lofgren to Sugarville?<br />
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A. Sugarville. That winter we stayed there Dad, Ed, and Ellis worked on the beet dump.<br />
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Q. That's when you lived in Sugarville?<br />
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A. Yeah. While we were there, I remember Dad bought a half of a big bull, beef. He was a big thing and they butchered him. We bought half and hung it in the screen porch on the back of the house. It froze just as hard as a rock. When we wanted steak off it, he would go out there with the axe like he was cutting wood, because he didn't have a saw to cut it with. He would use the axe and chop big steaks off of it. I guess he did have a saw too. When we wanted steak, he would just chop off big chunks of it with the axe, because it was brittle, just frozen solid. That was some of the best beef I ever ate in my life. We had so much milk from the cows that we couldn't use it all, so Mother went to Delta or someplace and got some rennett and made it into - she got several, I don't know where she got them, crock things --cheese. She made it in baking dishes and all kinds of shapes, long squares one and big round ones. She made cheese all that winter while we were there.<br />
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Q. Was this in Sugarville?<br />
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A. Yeah. While we were there, Ed and Ellis went to Salt Lake and bought a -- well it was before we went down there, they had this -- the summer before -- they went to Salt Lake and bought a big old Dodge touring car with a canvas top. We went up to Uncle Neff's, which was the summer ranch of the McIntyres. It was up in the foothills. around the mountain on the south slope of Mt. Sadie. Our ranch was on the other side of the mountain. For some reason, I don't remember why, Ed had this five-gallon can of milk in the car. He got out in the middle of those desert flats and the car heated up. We didn't have any more water for it, so he poured milk in the radiator. We went a couple of miles further and that was it. They had to come back with a team and tow it in. They fixed it and got it running again. Later on, the clutch went out on it. The clutch wouldn't grip, it would spin. So, in those days these old cars had floorboards that you could take them out. We took down the floorboard, and there was a little plate that covered the flywheel. We took that plate off. The car got so it would slip and wouldn't run. We would jump out along the road and pick up horse biscuits and throw them in there. Those horse biscuits would make the clutch grab and hold. It finally got so full of horse manure down in the bottom, we had to take it apart to get it out of there.<br />
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The next spring we decided to go back to Lofgren and the farm. We loaded back up all our furniture and everything. Dad sent Les and I out with the cows. There were two cows, one of them was grown but she was dry, and then a calf. So there were four of them altogether, I guess. He sent us on ahead. Les and I took some sandwiches in a little lard bucket. They were going to catch up with us, with the wagon with the furniture, Mother, and the kids, younger sisters. Ed was riding the mustang we had. We had the three horses then. We started out, and they never did catch up with us. We got clear out, it was 25 miles across there. We got out there in the middle. There was a well there with a little shed over it, just a cover over it. We were about chocked to death then. We got there and the well was dry. So we ate our sandwiches. I remember milk come into my mouth, right out of the cow's udder. That was all we had to drink that day, was the milk we would get out of the cow's udder. We kept going, going, and going until we got to the cedar trees and the pine trees going up into the cliff hills, and then it got dark. There were bobcats and mountain lions yowling around and coyotes. We got a little bit spooky. We wanted to stay real close to the cows. I was only about nine years old, something like that. We kept going. There were barely tracks or wagon roads, just two ruts to follow. It got so dark. Of course, we could see the stars and all. Finally, we heard the team and the wagon coming behind us. So they finally caught up to us. About that time we got up into the foothills and there was still snow. We kept coming into drifts and everything like that and it got real cold. After they caught up with us, then we finally got to the old Port Rockwell Ranch. Port Rockwell was the one that was the body guard for Brigham Young. After he retired from being Brigham Young's body guard, he went out there and set himself up a cattle ranch out there. That was the old Port Rockwell ranch out there. We got to it and there was a light burning in the cabin. All there was was kerosene in those days. There was an old trapper living there in the house. He took us in and made us welcome. We set up our beds on the floors in the house and had dinner. The next morning, he took us out, there was an old orchard there, and showed us the graves of Port Rockwell's family in the old orchard, fruit trees. I don't know if that ranch is still there or not. I would like to go there and find out. He told us about Port Rockwell, and of course Dad knew about him.<br />
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The next morning we went from there up to Uncle Neff's. The snow was drifted so bad over the mountain, we stayed there the rest of that day and the night. It was so bad we decided to -- Neff had quite a few horses there. At that time he had a beautiful buckskin stallion he used for breeding purposes. Then we had a team of a old white Roman nose thing that would balk. Dad just couldn't stand that crazy thing. Neff let us take that other team, because we decided that we had to have four horses on that wagon to pull it through those drifts up over that mountain. We started out and Mother and the girls stayed at Uncle Neff's because the weather was so bad. With all that furniture and everything. </div>
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A. Yeah. Jimmy Cox is one of his sons. Uncle Neff, by the way, was running this summer ranch. No, company ranch. I get them mixed up. McIntyres had several ranches out there and had pretty nice houses, barns, corrals, and everything, because they ran lots of cattle. All these wild cattle, over the mountain belonged to the McIntyres. They were black Galloway cattle. You would run onto herds of them everywhere. Uncle Neff ran that company ranch and his family. We put the four horses on that wagon, and Mother and the girls stayed back. Dad came back after them when he brought the horses back. It got late and we kept getting stuck in those drifts. Way up on the side of the mountain, that crazy team of Uncle Neff's got into a drift and started balking, twisting around, and tangling up the harness. Finally, Dad got out there, quicked them up to get them out of that drift. The horses milled around in one spot there so bad it broke through the deep snow. The deep snow was real deep. There were some entire places where the wagon and everything would go right on top of it with the horses. I rode the mustang at the time. We got them started and the wheels caved through the snow on one side. The wagon tipped over and all the furniture and everything went right down the side of the mountain into the canyon. At first Dad thought, "Well, we will just have to stay here for the night and make beds in the snow." Then he got to thinking there was just no way. It was too cold, the snow was too deep. He sent Les and I ahead on foot and directed us to go right straight over that ridge and down the other side like the crow flies and we would hit that summer ranch down in the canyon. By that time the moon had come out, and it was fairly light for us to see a little ways. So Les and I started out on foot over that wild country. A couple of places we got into these deep washes and couldn't hardly get out. We would slide down in the snow. Dad, Ellis, and Ed took the horses. They had to go up over the ridge and down about three or four miles before they could get across this canyon. They had to come three or four miles back, because the ranch and all the buildings were on the other side of this canyon. Les and I went right down through it. We had such a bad time that we barely got to the house. Of course they left them open. In those days there weren't any locks. We went in and just got a fire built. There was furniture in there, but all there was was mattresses, no bedding. Dad got bedding and brought it along with the horses.</div>
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A. We just left it that way that night. Dad, Ellis, and Ed brought the horses around. They wanted Les and I to hurry up, build a fire, and get the place warmed up. We had such a bad time trying to get through the canyons and gullys in the snowdrifts and everything, we barely got a fire built in that house, when they showed up. They were almost there as quick as we were. We built up a fire in that place. It was really cozy and we were so tired. I remember I slept between Dad and Ellis on one bed, Les and Ed down on the floor in other bed. I don't remember. I think there were other beds. They were pretty good ranch houses. The next morning, we turned around and went back and got the wagon straightened up. There was plenty of feed there for the horses and everything. We had a real good breakfast. There was even food stuff in that house. Then we went back and got the wagon and got about all the furniture and stuff we could gather up. There was some buried in the snow. We took it on and we got down there. Anyway, those crazy balking, cotton picking horses again swung around and broke the reach out of the wagon. I remember Dad went out and picked out a tree and cut it down. He used the axe and he had what they call an atts?? He made a reach. He had tools in the wagon there, brace and bit, and he drilled holes and put the bolts in and everything. He took the old broken one out. We went on back to our ranch in Lofgren that night.<br />
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On another trip, that time it was later in the spring, the snow had melted, we went back and got mother and the girls and the rest of the stuff that went down in the snow. There was a two-quart jar of yeast. Mother always made her own yeast, and she had to keep it started all the time. That two-quart jar of yeast had not broken and had frozen in the bottle. For some reason it didn't break. There were even some homemade loaves of bread that were frozen and were still good. A lot of stuff like that we found when the snow melted.<br />
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This could go on and on and on. There are so many things that I have forgotten. </div>
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I remember one fourth of July we had the white top rig. Lula and Verna were married by this time, and they came out there. Aunt Ivy was a girl then too. I don't believe any of them were married at that time. It was before they were married, but they were all in Salt Lake. They came out there for the summer. We took this white top rig with a team on it, and we all went up over the mountain. We camped up in this mountain meadow way up on top of the mountain. Water was coming right out of the mountain there and this big meadow. It was beautiful up there. I remember there were these beautiful wild horses on the other side of the meadow from us. We camped there for the night. I can remember going along, Aunt Ivy, Lula and Verna, and all of us that could sing, singing "Beautiful Ohio" and favorite old songs like that. I will never forget Aunt Ivy. The horses raised their tail and let a poofoo. Aunt Ivy said she liked that smell. We camped on that meadow that night. Boy, it was nice camping out. We had sage hen and jack rabbit up there the next day for dinner.<br />
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A. Well, I kind of lost track of my age at this time. I was talking about us going in the white top wagon. We camped up there in the moonlight in a beautiful meadow up on a mountain. The next day we went down with Uncle Neff and we stayed for the 4th of July -- or was it the 24th? I think we must have gone more than once, it was either for the 4th or the 24th, probably the 24th. We got over there and there were two or three families over there that joined us with Uncle Neff at the ranch. We had a regular celebration there. When we got together we cooked chickens and made all kinds of pies and cakes and salads and everything. I remember we had races, three-legged races, sack races, and we kids of different ages. There was Jim and Clarence and I and Nell, or Buck we called him then. They had us racing downhill. It was right out in sagebrush stumps and everything out there, kind of a grass meadow. I was ahead of them, and I got almost to the finish line, tripped on a sage stump, went head over heels, and lost the race.<br />
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About a mile from Uncle Neff's place was another beautiful meadow. This colony of families were out there trying to live the United Order. There were two kids about Jim's age who used to come over to a pasture next to Uncle Neff's. They would bring their cows over and let them go in that pasture. They had a Billy goat that they rode. He was a big cuss too. They would ride him to herd the cows. They went barefoot. I remember us all piling on that Billy goat. We just made his legs bowed, but he still tried to walk with us, the four of us on his back, piled from his neck back. Then Ed and Ellis and a bunch of them went out and captured -- there was a herd of wild burros out on the flats there -- they captured a colt. There was an old mare with a pretty good sized colt. They chased her on horses and singled her out. She was getting tired and finally she stumbled and fell in a badger hole. Of course, the colt stopped with her, and we caught the colt and took him to Uncle Neff's. He got real tame. Jim and Clarence and I made him a -- Uncle Neff had Jim and Clarence one of these -- </div>
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A. Yeah. Cox. They were living on the ranch. Uncle Neff had gotten them a Studebaker<br />
wagon. It was kind of like your Uncle Pete's out there, only bigger. It was a good size. They use to pull wood and stuff around the yard. We rigged up a gunny sack around this goat and this donkey colt, made a harness, and made them pull us in this wagon. We were in the wagon, and they got started running and went down this steep hill. There was a pond down there. It was a swamp just before you got to it and mud. They ran right into that mud with us. We had to wade out of it. You don't want to hear all of this junk do you? </div>
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Harold: But that colony out there of people that was living the United Order, I went over there with these kids and we went through and saw it. They had pretty nice buildings that they had built all themselves. There was one great big building where everybody ate, like a big dining room. Then there was another building where certain ones would do the washing. The kids would take care of herding the cows, and these kids did it nearly all the time we were there, these two boys. But everything was community. There were a bunch of women and kids there and men. They had a pretty good size farm going there. Something on the order of Colorado City out there. Only this was the United Order, everything in common. I never knew at that time. They used to come over while we were out there, a couple of times. They would come over. There was a meadow down below Uncle Neff's house with a lot of big poplar trees, a spring there and everything. It was a real nice place to camp. They would come over there and hold their outdoor meetings sometimes. I remember seeing them there one time. These kids were -- I never saw any of them with shoes. Of course, it was summer time. They would run out across that stubble field, alfalfa stubble, sharp stubble, with their bare feet and think nothing of it. Boy, I couldn't do it, never could. I had shoes. I went barefoot a lot but I couldn't take them stubbles and stuff. Later on I found out from Ellis -- I was so young I didn't realize what was going on -- the only reason they broke up that group some of the couples got eyeballing each others' husbands and wives and got swapping off and broke the thing up. Other than that, they had a beautiful set up out there. They held their church meetings, they had a chapel, they had everything, right there just like a little compact town there. Everybody had their jobs to do, and they changed jobs so that nobody had to --certain women would do the cooking for a couple of days or a week or something then they would change off, and sewing and everything. They all did it together. Boy, there were a lot of little kids. That's the nearest I ever heard, the only real experience I had with the United Order. The reason it failed was some of the guys, and women too, I guess. I don't know it was, but they got to eyeballing each other. Of course, that caused jealousies and different things, and they couldn't get along. </div>
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A. Well, no. That was that trip over there, and then we came back. While we were out there, Dad would always have a big barbecue. Uncle Neff, of course he was running cattle there, and Dad and them went over and helped -- I helped to. They had a big header that they had six horses on and they raised rye grain. This header was pulled by horses and just cut the heads off and left the stocks of rye grass. They would thrash it there in a big thrasher. They had a big round metal grainery. We kids would sleep in the grain. We would put our quilts in there on top of the grain and sleep in there because it was soft. </div>
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A. No. By the time morning got there, we had to dig for the quilts there would be so much grain on top of them.<br />
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This one time, I remember this was the 24th of July too, Dad, Uncle Neff and them ran in four or five head of these wild cattle into the corral. It was a big round corral. They separated all except the one they wanted to butcher. He was a spooky steer and kind of mean. Of course, they couldn't do anything with it, so they decided to shoot it. We were all around the corral, peeking through the bars, and watching what was going on. So Dad decided to shoot it with a shotgun. He took aim through the bars, and just as he shot, the steer jerked his head real quick, and instead of getting him between the eyes, it blew one eye. That sent the thing crazy, and it was just tearing around. It just about tore the bars down and almost got out once. So Uncle Neff, we opened the gate, and he went in there on his horse with the lasso rope to snub it up. He got the rope on it, but the thing ran around. In the center was this pole to snub him up to for branding and everything. He got it snubbed up, but it ran around the pole and got free. It still had the rope on. It charged him. He was down off the horse then and couldn't get to the horse. The horse spooked and that darn thing nearly got him a couple of times. He ran around that pole and got him snubbed up finally and cut its throat. He butchered it in the dark by the moonlight, because the flies were so bad. I remember it was way late at night with the fire to see by, stringing it up and butchering it out. When we came home he sent a quarter of it home with us. We had some good times out there.<br />
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Uncle Neff married my mother's sister. His name was Cox. My mother's sister was Aunt Sadie. There was Jim, Clarence, Lavonna, and Loreen. Mother and Aunt Sadie got pregnant and had their babies one day apart. Mother named Lorraine Lorraine and Aunt Sadie named her girl Loreen, and they didn't know it until they got word that they had each had baby girls one day apart and their names almost the same. Anyway, Aunt Sadie got -- I didn't know what it was -- but I know she got awful sick and died. I remember going back out there after she was gone and Lavonna was only about 15 or 16 then and she had to do all the cooking and taking care of the other kids. She was the oldest. I remember Jim and Lareen had whooping cough. They whooped and whooped and whooped. We sat down in a big dining room there with a big table, There were a lot of people when the thrashers came. They wouldn't any more than get through with their dinner and they would go out in the yard and throw it up. Us kids never caught it from them while we were there. </div>
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A. I remember we would go and cut cedar posts and pile them up in different piles until we got a load. We had to go to Eureka and Tintic for our supplies, sugar, salt, and flour and stuff like that. There was no fruit out there, it was too high for the fruit trees. I remember one time we took a load of cedar posts and took them over there to -- when we came clear over to Santiquin. Dad traded the posts or sold them and then bought a load a peaches. We ate peaches going home. Then mother put up what was left. There was another time we were going to get some poles, I guess it was for the corral. Dad took the wagon box off and all he had -- he did this for the posts too -- all he had were running gears. No, he wouldn't use the wagon bed when he went for supplies. We had bedding and everything strapped onto the running gears to the wagon sitting on them. Les and Dad were up front. Dad was driving the team. If Les would see some jack rabbits, he would shoot them, jump off and get them, and we would make a meal out of them when we stopped. Les shot a jack rabbit, jumped off, got it, and came back. While getting up on the bed roll on the front by Dad, the shotgun slipped, dropped down, and hit the tongue of the wagon. It was that darn automatic thing and it went off. It went right between them. It took a chunk out of Les' ear. We wore bib overalls, and it took the buckle right off of Les' overalls. To his dying day, he still had a couple of buckshot in his neck. It came that close to taking his head off. It startled the horses. Dad yelled. He was holding a frying pan and threw it up in the air. It came down and the back wagon wheel went over it and made a dent in it -- one of those long-handled thin ones. Of course, Les had blood all over him and looked pretty bad there for a minute, until we found out it was just his ear, a chunk out of it.<br />
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All these things, they keep coming back to me. This Shep we had, the dog we had when we went out there. He was the smartest dog I ever knew. He was the father of Duke that we had when we went to Uintah. The shearing corrals were down about two miles from us down next to the railroad depot. They had a big outfit there. All the herds came in there to be sheared in the spring before they went up onto the mountains to graze for the summer. Ed would take Shep down there and hire out to these herdsmen or shearers. Ed only opened and shut gates, and Shep would do the work of four or five men. He would cut out four or five sheep and run them into aisleways where they ran the sheep down and shoot them into little pens where the shearers would grab them, shear them, and send them out another direction into another corral. Then Shep would work all day like that and made good wages. Every darn sheep man that came through there wanted to buy him. Nothing doing, we wouldn't sell him. Finally, when we went to Sugarville that winter and we thought we were heading for California, we sold him to Bishop Bennion. He had a ranch west of us about five miles. When we came back the next spring to Lofgren, Old Shep must have got wind of us being there or something. He had another sense or something, but he came over there just a bit or two after we got home. He was so glad to see us that he was jumping up on all our shoulders and just howling and yelping and howling and crying like mad. We didn't want to give him up, but we had sold him to Bennion, and so after we had him there for about a week, Bennion came by. He thought that was where he was. The Daybells had a dog down there, a female, that we bred Shep to, and we go this pup, Duke,<br />
that we had with us and took to Uintah. He was just about -- but he hadn't been trained like Shep. In that picture it shows Duke. There are some pictures of Shep, but I think they are down there at Lula's. Brian's got those pictures that Loreen gave me that shows her and Edna and me and Les. Les was holding Duke up here. That was Duke.<br />
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One day Les and I went down to run a small herd of cattle that belonged to Daybell out of our stack yard. We got them all out but this young bull chased us, wanting to fight us. The dog couldn't even run him out, he would fight the dog. He kept running around the stack and he wouldn't leave, so we each got a cedar post from a pile of cedar posts there. I hit him, and he ran around the stack, and as he came around the comer of the stack, Les let him have it right between the eyes with the end of this cedar post. He just flopped down and stiffened out his legs. Les thought he had knocked him out. There was an old dishpan there all beat up. He had me run up to the spring up the hill a ways and get a dishpan full of water to throw in the bull's face to bring him to. He thought he had fainted. He never did come to. That night when Dad came home, we told him about it. He went down and it was, of course, dead. The next day he told Daybell about it. He said if we would bring him the skin just forget about it. So we skinned it out, and when we did, we discovered that that bull's skull was caved right in. We took the team and hooked onto him with a chain around the neck and drug him down into the woods where we set coyote traps around him.<br />
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We had this racing buggy with solid rubber tires. It had shafts for just one horse. Les, Buck, and I decided we were going down to the railroad depot, so we hooked up this big old mare in there, but she was too big almost for the shafts and buggy. We started down this hill to go take the lower road down through and the back of the shafts rammed into her hind end and spooked her. She ran around with us down this steep hill, down across the meadow and luckily the gate was open down at the lower end of the meadow and went through there. There was a patch of great big sagebrush and then a few scattered trees here and there before we got into the thick pine trees. We went over some of these bumps and through this sagebrush. Buck and Les were thrown out on their heads on the brush. I happened to grab one of the lines as Les went out, and I was able to pull her around so that she started running in a big circle. She ran right between two cedar trees. It was too narrow for the buggy to go through, and she just jerked the shafts right off of the buggy. She went a little ways and then stopped.<br />
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There were these wild mustangs, herds of wild horses, out there. This Daybell came across a young colt that was caught in the wire and couldn't get loose. The herd ran off and left it, so he got it untangled and took it home. He fed it on a bottle. It got real tame. It got full grown. About that time he decided to move back to Salt Lake so he sold this pony to Dad for $15, with a saddle to go with it. This was the prettiest blue -- you can hardly describe the color -- it was just a blue gray mustang. She was the prettiest thing and could run. It was just like sitting in a rocking chair. She was the smoothest riding horse I ever rode. We used to ride her everywhere. She was broke to cut cattle. You could sit on her and just lean, and she would go whatever direction you wanted to without pulling on the lines. I was riding her out across some sagebrush flat there one day. Duke was off chasing a rabbit or something. All of a sudden, she stopped and started to snort and rear back. Then I heard this rattlesnake. About that time Duke came charging up, and he spied it. He just ran kind of a half circle around it and then dove in and grabbed it and gave it a flip. It just flew in the air like popping a whip. When it landed it was dead. The head of it was -- jaws were mashed from the way he flipped it someway, on the ground or some way. He used to kill a lot of snakes that way. He would just run and grab them and flip them.<br />
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This one-room school house only had one window in the door and one on the other side of the room. We could sit in our class and watch down in the meadow from us there. There was a coyote that had her pups in a badger hole right next to the creek. We could watch her. The pups would come out there, play in the sun, wrestle around, and chase each other. Over at the other edge of the field there was a knoll where there was what we called bot heads, ground squirrels, bobtailed squirrels. She would go over there and catch these squirrels and bring them over and feed them to the pups. We could watch all of this from the window. Word got to the government trappers, and they came out there, shot her, trapped all the pups, and took them to the zoo or some place. We also use to watch the hawks. They would fly down, catch these ground squirrels, and fly off with them. The others would all jabber and squeal and holler. They would sit up there on their mounds, and the darn hawks would swoop right down at them, They would wait until they got almost on them before they would duck and go down their holes. Buck and I used to go down there with our 22s, sit up on the edge of the road, and shoot them when they came out of their holes. The coyotes would come and get them.<br />
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I was 11 years old when we moved to Uintah and I hadn't been baptized yet. Shortly after we arrived there, I with about seven or eight other kids, was baptized in the river down by the old river bridge. The following year I received the Aaronic Priesthood. I was ordained a Deacon, and then as I passed certain birthdays, I was ordained to a Teacher and then a Priest. While I was still a Priest, I was 17, we moved to California for about two years, a little over. Then we moved back to Uintah. When I was 19 I was ordained an Elder. Shortly after that we moved to Salem, Oregon.<br />
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We took what little belongings we needed to take with us in a trailer, luggage trailer. It was piled higher than the car. We went to Los Angeles first to visit with my older sisters down there. We took some banty chickens to give to them. We had them in a little pen on the back of the car. I remember on our way it was a bright Sunday morning, we pulled into, it seems to me it was some little town like Parowan, or something down there. It was Sunday and Sunday School was just letting out as we went by there. We stopped at a store there and these banty roosters just wouldn't quit crowing, just as hard as they could crow because it was a beautiful sunny morning. We went on down to Los Angeles and stayed a few days with my sister and her family and fixed a pen for the chickens and left them there.<br />
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Then we went up the coast. We would pitch a tent and fix our meals along the way. I<br />
remember the first night we camped on the river bank right across from King City. Then the next day we went up near Sacramento. The old car would only do about 40 miles an hour, which was good in those days, but it kept right on plugging along. Then after we got up around Redding -- 01, it was hot up there. You could fry eggs on the sidewalk it was so hot. Right about there we had a blowout on the trailer. It was loaded pretty heavy. We couldn't find a tire that would fit it anywhere. They were some old wheels, odd size wheels, with split rims. We just had to drive on with it fiat. We came through these towns and people would look at us and think, "Well, what's the matter with them? Don't they know they have a fiat tire?" It got so hot and worn down, by the time we got up into Grant's Pass there was nothing left on the wheel, and the rim was all damaged and ruined, nothing on there but a strip of rubber. Finally, we got a tire there.<br />
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We went over like a mountain pass, and down on the other side was a beautiful big stream. It was a river I guess, I don't remember the name of it. We crossed the bridge and on the other side was a nice campground in the trees there. We decided to stop there. Mother started fixing dinner. Right out in the clear pool there was just huge -- I guess they were steelhead because they were all about 18 to 20 inches long all of them. They wouldn't bite. I caught some worms, got out my pole, and put it down there right next to their noses. They would move away from it and just wouldn't bite. They didn't seem to be spooky or anything, but they just moved away from the hooks. I thought all was lost and there was no use trying. I thought, well I'm going above. Up above where this pool was formed, there was an old cement dam across there, and it had filled up until all it was was kind of a waterfall. Around the bottom was a bunch of big rocks, and as the water fell over there, it would create a lot of foam. So, I tossed my line in up above and let it come down over those falls and right away -- that was the best fishing I ever had there. As fast as I would throw in the line over that falls, every time it got down into that foam, whammo, those big ones would grab it. The hungry ones were up there waiting for food to come over. Dad cleaned them and Mother started cooking. We had more fish than we could eat and took some with us. They were huge things. They were what were called a steelhead salmon. The best fish we ever ate. I would like to have stayed right there. There was nobody else around. We were the only ones there. That was beautiful country up there in those days. We would go from town to town looking for a place to either buy or lease with some farming and so forth. We would stop from town to town. We went to Eugene and then to Corvallis and then up several little towns along the way.<br />
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Then we got to Salem and looked around there for a day or two. There were plenty of places to pitch a tent and camp for the night, because there were lots of beautiful groves of pine trees, streams of water, and everything you needed. Finally, we got out to Silverton, Oregon. We liked it out there. There was a nice park right close. There seemed to be everything out there. We went to this real estate office, and he told us about a place and took us to see it right up on the hill above the town. It was a big, about a seven or eight room home, completely furnished. The old couple had both died and left it. There was only a son, and he had his own place, so he turned it over to a real estate man to take care of it. We rented that place for $14 a month. Everything was furnished, even food. A big cellar out in the back was full of canned fruit and vegetables. Way out in the orchard was a smokehouse. It looked kind of like an outhouse only it had a little vented top on it for the smoke to go out, then down below under the ground was a rocked in fireplace with a steel plate over it to cover it. There was plenty of wood to smoke meat with there. Just build a fire down in that big pit, get it going good, then cover it over, and the smoke would all draw up through the smokehouse racks. There were all kinds of vegetables in the garden and there were three big huge trees of English walnuts just loaded, almost ready to harvest. There was fruit of all kinds there, apples, pears, peaches. All for $14 a month.<br />
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Of course, there wasn't any work anywhere. You couldn't find work. Dad and I would go<br />
out looking for work. We would go out to the hay fields. They were paying 25 cents an hour in the hay field, but they had all the help they needed. You almost had to be related to someone to get a job pitching hay. We went out through a field where they were digging onions. They were in big 100-pound bags. They were loading them on the truck. We asked if they would sell us some. They said, "Sure." They sold us a 100-pound bag, sewed up, beautiful big onions. I mean big. It was out in what they called a beaver dam area where it was just like pulp wood, the ground was. You couldn't smoke in the area at all. They gave us a 100-pound bag of onions, and we put them on the fender of the car, for 50 cents. That was all the onions we could use all winter and give to friends. The missionaries used to board with us while they were working in Silverton. Another time, later on, we went out driving around to see if we could find work, and we saw this farmer digging potatoes. He had two or three little kids out there picking them up. These were his own kids. We stopped and went over to see if he needed any help. He said, "I sure do. But I don't have any money. If you want to take potatoes for pay, I could sure use you." This was about 10:00 in the morning. So we started in and we worked until he quit. He told us to 10,!-dup our trailer. We had the luggage trailer with us. We loaded that full of potatoes. He said, "I'll need you at least all day tomorrow." So, we took that load of potatoes to some friends. There was a family of Mormons, big family, six or seven kids. He had a bad heart and couldn't work. There wasn't any work anyway. Kingsford was their name. We dumped that pile of potatoes by their house and were they happy to get them. They were beautiful russet potatoes. The next day we went back out until we finished the fields, and he had us load up again. We loaded up another<br />
trailer just as full as we could pile them on there. We took them home for ourselves.<br />
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That was the way everything was. There were lots of grapes everywhere along the street. They were just getting ripe and, boy, were they good. All varieties. Fishing was plenty good too everywhere. Another time, a little later on, we decided to go fishing. We took Kingsford. He had a boy about my age. The four of us took our bedding and tent and everything and loaded the trailer with the stuff we were going to take along. We were going to stay for about a week. We went up to Portland and down the Columbia River to Astoria. We fished down along there. We caught a few smaller salmon and trout and so forth. We camped several places down along there at night. Finally, we got down to a little village that was right on the water front and the mountains behind it. I think it was Seaside. There were nothing but fishing boats there. It seemed like none of them was going out at that time. So, we started fishing along there. Nobody was around the boats at all. Pretty soon a kid came down and climbed on one of the boats, doing things around there, maintenance or something. We asked him if he would take us out. He said, "Sure." We said, "How much do you want?" He said, "About 25 cents a piece is all right." There were the four of us. He loaded on a bunch of crab traps and a lot of fish heads where they cleaned the fish. He took us out about a half a mile off shore. We started catching pretty good sized trout. It seemed that the salmon wouldn't bite that day or something, but we got these good sized trout and some steelhead. While we were doing this, he lowered this crab traps. He kept raising them up and dumping the crabs right into the bottom of the boat. It got so there were crabs everywhere. About that time a little breeze came up and the waves got a little rough. The crabs were crawling all over the bottom of the boat. Dad got seasick. He sat down on this kind of a shelf there, crabs all around him. He just turned green he was so sick and about to throw up. We decided we had been out there long enough anyway. While this breeze was blowing, the boat had shifted and turned completely around. When the kid started the engine, the anchor line got tangled around the drive shaft, the props, so he turned it off right away. We thought, "Oh oh, we're in trouble. How are we going to get in?" He peeled off some of his clothes, just dove in over the side, and went down under there. We were worried. He was under there so long, we thought maybe he had drowned or got tangled up or something. But pretty soon, here he came up and he got the rope off the props and pulled in the anchor. We came on in. The next day we went on down to another fishing place, and we started fishing there for a while and pitched our tent. We found a good place to camp. Pretty soon, here came one of these fishing boats just filled right full. It looked like it was about to sink. They were gill netters is what they were. They ran big nets out across where the salmon traveled. The salmon would try to get through these nets and they would get stuck. The net would get in behind their gills, and they couldn't get loose. They would just go along with the boat and pull the net up and unload the fish and then lower the net again. They came in and docked right there, and we went down to watch them unload the fish. They had a great big net, a big sling deal on a derrick, and they would swing it down over the boat and load it up. Then they would raise it up and swing it over onto a deck there where they had a conveyor belt that took the fish into this like a factory. Guys lined up on this belt with water running on it, and they would fillet these salmon. They were really fast at it. We watched them for awhile, and then we went down where they were unloading them again. Dad asked the guy if he would sell any of those salmon. They guy looked up and he said, "Well, how many do you want?" Dad said, "Well, how much are they?" You wouldn't believe this, and we hardly did at the time, but there was no money around. He said "Two and a half cents a pound." We liked to all fell off the pier. Anyway, Dad said, "Let's go." We said we would be right back. We went and took all of this stuff out of the trailer, and it was about seven and a half feet long and five feet wide, I guess, and had a bed about two and a half to three feet deep on it. They would swing out over the trailer with the thing full of fish and just dump them in there. He dumped it so full that you couldn't put another fish on there, it was just heaped up. I don't know, Dad paid something around the neighborhood of $10 for that big load of fish. There was no hanging around then. We had to get on home with those fish so they wouldn't spoil. When we got to Silverton, we went across country and came in straight to the south of where we were down along the ocean front. It wasn't as far as going up around Portland. Anyway, we went up to Kingsfords and unloaded all the salmon they wanted that they could use, which was about close to half of the load, I guess. Then we took the rest home to us. We were cleaning salmon until way late at night. Mother put them in a salt solution of some kind, brine, overnight. These were just halves of salmon. We just cut them right down along the back. There were two halves of the salmon. As we were cleaning them, a neighbor came over, and we were throwing the heads over on the ground there. He said, "Aren't you going to use them heads?" "No, no, we don't want them for anything." Then he said, "Well, can I have them?" We told him, "Sure." He told us they make the best fish chowder you can find. He told us how to fix them. He took them and made chowder. He was raving the next day about how good it was. We tried it, but we just didn't go for it much. We had a little of it, but to see them eyeballs and everything looking at you in the chowder with vegetables and everything, it wasn't very appetizing for us anyway. The fish were loaded with eggs and roe. We kept most of that. We gave him a lot of that too. He said that it was really delicious fried. We tried it. It was good, but a little on the fishy side. About like caviar. We took these halves of salmon and laid them on these racks in this smoke house out there. It seems to me we had them in there for a couple of days. I don't remember how long. We kept a fire going down below in that fire pit down there, smoking them. That was the best salmon I ever ate. It was delicious. The heat with the smoke seemed to create a sort of an oily covering on the fish, and the smoke really penetrated into the fish. It was really delicious. The salmon was about 30 percent, I would say, one out of every three of the salmon were the Chinook, the really dark red like the sockeye salmon. We called them Chinook. The others were varied in between, and I would say 50 to 55 percent were what they called silver sides, which were really good red salmon from up that way. Anyway, after they got well smoked, we stored them upstairs in the house. There were two bedrooms up there and then one other room that was nothing but racks in there to store smoked fish and meat and stuff. Then we laid those salmon in halves up in there in that dry room on those racks. Oh man, I never, what a -- the Lord was really good to us when we went up there.<br />
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It just seemed like everything fell into our laps. Every time the missionaries would come out, they would rave about that salmon and so when they would leave, Mother would wrap up maybe 20 or 30 pounds of it and send it with them, under their arm in a newspaper.While we were there, I went out with the missionaries, doing tracking and everything. I remember Elder Hunt, who lives here in Salt Lake now, took me my first time tracking. He wore a Derby hat, one of these black Derbys. We went down into the other part of town, not where the homes were. We started out, and he walked out in the middle of the street and walked down the street. I asked him, "Why walk out here?" He said, "Oh, we are supposed to be a peculiar people. Let's be it." At that time, we gave out tracts and Books of Mormon. We split up and one would go on one side of the street and one on the other. We carried about 10 or 12 Books of Mormon all the time: We would loan them to people, whoever would accept them, and then we would tell them we would be back in a couple of weeks to pick them up and get their comments on what they thought about this. In this way, we would do our proselyting. I really enjoyed it.<br />
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Then there was a park down there, it's Silver Creek they called it, run through there. It was a good sized stream, like what you would call a river here. It ran right down through town and through this park. They had a section of it dammed off to form a big swimming pool. They had benches there and a big place where you change clothes. I remember diving down in there with my eyes open. Down around the bottom you would see eels swimming all around down there. You could see them from the bank too. The water was clear. A lot of the kids were afraid of them, but nobody had ever heard of them harming anybody. They were sure ugly looking critters.<br />
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We lived there all that fall and next winter and spring. The next summer, we went down to Salem, where the missionaries were holding Sunday School and the meetings down there in an EBell Club hall that they had rented. We got down there and met some of the other families. There were several families there of L.D.S. There was a Mitchell family and I can't remember all their names now. Anyway, there were enough then when we went to Sunday School that the missionaries sent word to Portland, and a Sunday or two later President Sloane, president of the Northwestern States Mission, came down from Portland. That was where the mission headquarters was. He organized a branch, because there were enough of us there then holding the priesthood to organize a branch. Burt C. Mitchell was set apart as the branch president, and my dad was one of the counselors. I can't remember the name of the other man. He was a tailor there in town in one of the department stores. They set me apart as the branch clerk to keep the records and minutes of all the meetings and everything. Then, no sooner than we got started then they got me to lead the music, and they set me apart as the chorister for the branch. Then I got to teaching some of the Deacons that were there, and they got me involved. Finally, they called me as a scoutmaster. So I was scoutmaster, a Deacons teacher, a chorister, and the ward clerk. President Mitchell turned over all of the tithing receipts to me. Whenever I would stay at the door when people come in, I would take their tithing and give them a receipt. After the meeting, I would turn the money over to President Mitchell. That was some of the happiest days of my life.<br />
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That fall, there was no work around, so we had been up to a couple of missionary conferences up to Portland. Then in the mail I got a call from President Sloane to be a missionary, what we called local missionary. We worked right with the full-time missionaries all the time. We even stayed there part of the time. We would go home to have our laundry done by our folks. We really enjoyed that. It was a wonderful experience for me, very spiritual. In our meetings we had people, families. There were three professors, two from Eugene and one from Corvallis, they all had big families, and they brought their families all that way every Sunday. Once in a while President Mitchell would call certain ones to speak. Usually, he would just call us on the moment right out of the audience. So everybody had to be prepared. Then it was really a spiritual, wonderful spirit there all the time, in spite of the fact that this E-Bell Club was -- there were ash trays and cigars and everything around all the time. It sure smelled bad. But we sort of ignored that because it was a pretty good location in town there, in Salem. We were able to hold Mutual on Mutual night and everything. It was an experience I will never forget and there was never anything like it in any of the wards.<br />
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We had to travel around quite a bit. We went to other little towns around there. I remember a man had died, and we went over with the Relief Society president with us to prepare for his funeral. I know there was a question. He had taken off his garments, and it was settled that he would "have his garments placed on him and his temple clothes for his funeral. We had to go around to different families to take care of problems. I usually went along with President Mitchell and my dad. We worked with the missionaries out tracking when we were called on this -- it was about four months we were in this mission, during a winter. We had some wonderful experiences traveling around doing tracting with this missionaries. I guess I knocked on every door in the city of Salem.<br />
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Since there was no work, Mother got the idea of baking Morrison's meat pies, or the hot Scotch pies, which my grandfather, Grandpa Williams, started the meat pie business here in Salt Lake. He eventually sold out to Morrison and Morrison cheated him out of a lot of the business. I guess I shouldn't be saying this, but that's really what happened. Morrison took over and no mention of history even of my grandfather starting the pie business in Salt Lake. They used to sell pies in a little downstairs shop, downtown Salt Lake there on Main Street. Right adjoining it was a beer parlor or a bar. All they had to do was go through some swinging doors over to the beer parlor. They sold beer at five cents a glass and they furnished free sandwiches for the beer drinkers. How my grandfather ever made it on selling pies when they could go next door and get free sandwiches. Those were really the days.<br />
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Anyway, getting back to Salem. Mother made meat pies, loaves of bread and rolls. She made the nicest Parker House rolls. We got us a little wagon because my car wasn't running. I couldn't keep it running. This was on Winter Street there in Salem. I would go down to the market and get flour and shortening and all the different ingredients, and the meat for the meat pies and haul it home in the wagon. She would bake it. I made a couple of carriers out of some wooden crates with handles on them. She would line that with clean linen and put the bakery goods in there and cover it. I would go from house to house all over Salem selling those meat pies and the bread. They were just crazy about it. It got so I could hardly furnish all the orders. I would pick up orders as I went along. They would reorder and reorder and reorder.<br />
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About this time Lula and her family came in on us and also Verna and her family, all in that one big house on Winter Street. I was just about the sole provider, between mother and I, of all those three families. Edna and Lorraine and myself and Mother and Dad and their two families. Verna had four boys and Lula had three boys and a girl I think, at that time. But this provided us with food, and we seemed to all have plenty. I think we only paid about $14 a month to rent that place and it was furnished with furniture.<br />
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While we were serving as missionaries up there, the district president, Holmes, sent us about 30 miles back into the mountains near a logging camp to baptize a boy of a family of members who were living up there. The family was starting a fox farm way up in the mountains. We got about halfway, there were no cars, and it was getting late. There was just no traffic. We were walking. We were starting to get worried about where we would stay. It was cold. So we went off the road, behind a pine tree, and knelt down and prayed that we would get help to find our way. We had never been up there before. We no sooner got back on the road, walking, and here came a guy from Salem with a fruit and vegetable truck. He was a peddler. He stopped and gave us a ride and took us all the way up there. He knew where this fox farm was, and he told us how to get up there. It was clear off the road about a mile from the county road. We got up there and located these people. They gave us a nice warm dinner. We had to sleep on straw mattresses on some bunks that they made for the kids. We decided to baptize the boy in a pool of melted snow up there that was frozen over. So George and I decided we would draw straws to see who did the baptizing and who confirmed. I drew the straw that I had to go break the ice on that water. It was quite an experience for me. It was about four feet deep. I felt sorry for that kid, taking him out there in that ice and ducking him clear under with ice all over the place. But he didn't seem to mind, and he didn't catch cold from it. The next day we walked back. That was an experience that was not ordinary.<br />
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During this time they called a missionary conference down in Eugene. That is way down in the southern part of Oregon. We paired off and hitch hiked. It started to rain. I was with District President Holmes. People would pass right by and think, "Well, don't those guys know it's raining?" They wouldn't offer to pick us up so we got pretty well soaked. Finally, we got a ride and got into Eugene. We went to some members' home there and stayed over night. The next morning President Sloane from Portland was there. We started the meeting about 9:00 in the morning, and the meeting continued to about 5:00 in the afternoon. We took a little recess and went out and got a drink of water. Nobody seemed to mind. It was the most amazing meeting I was ever to, spiritually. President Sloane seemed to be able to look right through the elders and know what their lives were. I know there was one elder there that stuttered really bad. He promised him that if he would straighten up and do his best in his missionary work that by the time he was released he would be free from that stammering. I wasn't around when he was released, but I heard that he had accomplished that. But it seemed that President Sloane could look right through you.<br />
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Going back to when the branch was organized, the night before, my brother-in-law, Gail Felstrom, and his family arrived, and they went with us. We were all out in the audience. President Sloane just pointed the men out in the audience that he wanted and he told them to come up there. He promised Gail that if he would accept the call and responsibility (he was the second counselor in the presidency). Not long after he left and went back to California. But President Sloan told him he said, "If you will do these things, you will be blessed with health and that your stomach ulcers will be healed and you will be well." He didn't even know Gail and what his life was like or anything else or that he was even sick. He was in severe trouble with that and had been for years. This just amazed me to the power that President Sloane had. At that meeting, everybody bore their testimony and it was really the most touching, amazing meeting that I ever attended. All those hours that we were there just seemed to fly by and nobody wanted to leave.<br />
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One time my dad got real sick and was down sick in bed for a couple of days. I and another elder administered to him, and he got right up out of bed and wasn't sick another minute. We had a lot of wonderful spiritual experiences there in that part of the mission field. While we were there, Ellis and his wife and boy came up. They traded off their car and bought a little farm out on the Santa Ann River.<br />
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<b>Autobiography of Harold Miller</b><br />
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<b>YOUTH DROWNED IN WEBER RIVER</b><br />
Jason Carlito Davison, 17, Probably Hit Head in Diving<br />
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Jason, Carlito Davison, 17, son of Mrs. Florence Green Davison, 2973 Lincoln Avenue, was drowned late Wednesday afternoon in the Weber River despite the valiant efforts of a pal, Earl Hooten, 16, of 254 Franklin Avenue, to save him from the stream. It occurred just south of the Riverdale viaduct.<br />
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Young Earl swam to the aid of his stricken comrade, after the latter had sunk once below the surface of the stream, but was rendered helpless himself when caught in a strangle grip of the victim. He finally freed himself and rushed to the shore to secure aid.<br />
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The victim of the river swimming party had dived into the stream just before he floundered, and sank under the surface. An examination of his body revealed bruises on his head and body, and Captain N. J. Hinton of the fire department expressed the belief he had hit some object underneath the water, thus incapacitating himself.<br />
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The body was recovered by Harold W. Miller, a Uintah section worker, who was working near the river on the Union Pacific tracks. He was summoned to the rescue by Hooten, after the latter had swam from the stream. A third youth, Beryl Battice, 18, of 3815 Adams Avenue, was also a member of the swimming party.<br />
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Miller jumped into the stream, about six feet deep at the point, and later helped in a vain effort to resuscitate the victim. Captain Hinton, George and Bruce Hamilton and G. B. Saclder, firemen; Deputy Sheriff O. H. Mohlman and Dr. Junior Rich rushed to the scene with a lungmotor. They labored with the lifeless body for about 20 minutes.<br />
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The boy is survived by his mother, one brother, John, and two sisters, Leon and Gladys Davison. His father died three years ago.<br />
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Funeral services will be held Friday at 10 a.m. in the Nineteenth ward chapel with Bishop D. C. Stuare presiding. The body may be viewed this evening and Friday until 9;30 a.m. at the family residence, 2973 Lincoln Avenue. Burial will be made in the Peterson cemetery under the direction of Larkin and Sons.<br />
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The Davison family formerly lived at Enterprise, Morgan county.<br />
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<b>[copied from a clipping from an unknown newspaper, unknown date]</b><br />
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United States Census, 1930 for Harold W Miller</h1>
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United States Census, 1910 for Harold Miller</h1>
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<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Family Number:</td><td class="result-value">162 </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="result-label" scope="row"></td><td class="result-value"><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/M5X8-FN5">Lulu Miller</a> </td><td class="result-value" itemprop="gender" scope="row">F</td><td class="result-value" scope="row">14y</td></tr>
<tr><td class="result-label" scope="row"></td><td class="result-value"><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/M5X8-FNR">Verna Miller</a> </td><td class="result-value" itemprop="gender" scope="row">F</td><td class="result-value" scope="row">11y</td></tr>
<tr><td class="result-label" scope="row"></td><td class="result-value"><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/M5X8-FNT">Edward Miller</a> </td><td class="result-value" itemprop="gender" scope="row">M</td><td class="result-value" scope="row">9y</td></tr>
<tr><td class="result-label" scope="row"></td><td class="result-value"><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/M5X8-FNY">Ellis Miller</a> </td><td class="result-value" itemprop="gender" scope="row">M</td><td class="result-value" scope="row">7y</td></tr>
<tr><td class="result-label" scope="row"></td><td class="result-value"><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/M5X8-FNB">Lester Miller</a> </td><td class="result-value" itemprop="gender" scope="row">M</td><td class="result-value" scope="row">4y</td></tr>
<tr><td class="result-label" scope="row"> </td><td class="result-value">Harold Miller </td><td class="result-value" itemprop="gender" scope="row">M</td><td class="result-value" scope="row">y 2m</td></tr>
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United States Social Security Death Index for Harold Miller</h1>
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<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">First Name:</td><td class="result-value-bold">Harold </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Middle Name:</td><td class="result-value"></td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Last Name:</td><td class="result-value-bold">Miller </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Name Suffix:</td><td class="result-value"></td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Birth Date:</td><td class="result-value">6 March 1910 </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Social Security Number:</td><td class="result-value">564-07-6471 </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Place of Issuance:</td><td class="result-value">California </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Last Residence:</td><td class="result-value">Salt Lake, Utah </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Zip Code of Last Residence:</td><td class="result-value">84044 </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Death Date:</td><td class="result-value" id="death_date" itemprop="startDate">November 1985 </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Estimated Age at Death:</td><td class="result-value">75 </td></tr>
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<b>found on familysearch.org</b>Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-23213510624793246462015-05-31T08:47:00.000-07:002020-07-13T19:48:19.851-07:00MARGUERITE ANDERSON (MILLER) 1913-2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRLPN8ojBkFx535R35xz6PUDF8YryEnTP-cP2aHf8i6GM36gfYehzWV5tRyOXKWootRgUJB43sjeKXXzpymikRd1pYHprwaAR7wgH4nlPc-URc4saA_-VHADed9mlDrKwWSnqbUtVD6Hf/s1600/33332006_123313152501%255B1%255D.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650090145521331522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXRLPN8ojBkFx535R35xz6PUDF8YryEnTP-cP2aHf8i6GM36gfYehzWV5tRyOXKWootRgUJB43sjeKXXzpymikRd1pYHprwaAR7wgH4nlPc-URc4saA_-VHADed9mlDrKwWSnqbUtVD6Hf/s400/33332006_123313152501%255B1%255D.jpg" style="display: block; height: 229px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><br />
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Birth: September 10, 1913, Price, Carbon County, Utah, USA<br />
Death: January 25, 2009, Holladay, Salt Lake County, Utah, USA<br />
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Marguerite Anderson Miller, age 95, passed away on January 25, 2009 at CareSource Hospice in Holladay, Utah. She resided at 1293 West Bluebird Street (3875 South) in the Redwood area of West Valley City, Utah at the time of her death.<br />
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Marguerite was born on September 10, 1913 in Price, Utah to Albert Anderson and Hannah Anderson.<br />
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She lived in Utah, Nevada, California, and Oregon. She married Harold William Miller on December 12, 1936. Their marriage was sealed (solemnized) in the Mesa Arizona Temple in 1940.<br />
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She was a faithful member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, served in many callings, especially with the youth, and had an incredible faith and trust in our Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.<br />
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She was an awesome seamstress; she sewed dresses for her girls and suits for her boys. She loved making clothes. She worked at various jobs, but retired from ZCMI. She loved camping, making jewelry, her poodles, sewing, but most of all visiting and being with family and friends. She was an incredible mother to Ronald (Maria Luisa), Arnold (JoAnn), Michael (Sharon), Arlene Burg, Connie (John Woodruff).<br />
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She is survived by her children, 23 grandchildren, 46 great-grandchildren, and seven great-great-grandchildren and one sister, Fern. Preceded in death by her parents, husband, five brothers and three sisters.<br />
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Funeral Services will be held on Saturday, January 31, 2009 at 1:00 p.m. at the Jordan Meadows Ward Chapel, 1510 West Parliament Avenue, West Valley City, Utah. Friends may call on Friday, January 30, 2009 from 6-8 p.m. at Larkin Mortuary, 260 East South Temple Street, Salt Lake City and on Saturday one hour prior to the services at the Church. Interment will be at the Larkin Sunset Gardens Cemetery, 1950 East Dimple Dell Road (10600 South), Sandy, Utah.<br />
<b>Published in the Deseret News on 1/28/2009.</b><br />
Burial: Larkin Sunset Gardens, Sandy, Salt Lake County<br />
Utah, USA<br />
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<b>PIONEER HERITAGE OF MARGUERITE MILLER<br />HISTORY RESEARCHED BY MARGUERITE MILLER<br />A GREAT-GREAT GRANDDAUGHTER OF GARDNER SNOW</b><br />
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I have been asked to talk this evening about our pioneer heritage. I would like to start by telling you of a story about a trip I made with my parents when I was not quite six years old. We lived in what is known as Clear Creek. It is south of Schofield Lake. My parents took the family in a covered wagon over the mountain on a dirt road to Manti to go to the temple for their endowments. I was very young and do not remember too much about the trip. I do remember that the baptismal font was very big and that my sister just older than I was baptized.<br />
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I remember that on the way home, one of our horses stepped on a little dog we had with us. He had to be buried down off from the road.<br />
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I remember that my father gave a ride to a gypsy lady.<br />
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I am sure our trip in the covered wagon was a lot more pleasant than the ones my pioneer grandparents made.<br />
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I would like to tell you about my great great grandfather, Gardner Snow. He was a cousin to Erastus, Eliza R. and Lorenzo Snow. Archibald F. Bennett wrote the life story of Gardner Snow. It was still in manuscript form when he died. His wife, Mrs. Bennett, is also a great granddaughter of Gardner Snow. I have learned in the biography of Gardner Snow that I am also related to Brigham Young.<br />
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I would like to quote the first paragraph of the life of Gardner Snow by Archibald F. Bennett.<br />
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"Like Abraham of old, he early became a follower of righteousness and bore the priesthood of God to minister among his fellows. Like him, he left his homeland for a promised inheritance in the west. In every fiery test of faith he emerged triumphantly as did Abraham. He reared his household in faith."<br />
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My second great grandfather Gardner Snow was born February 15, 1793, in West Chesterfield, Chesire County, New Hampshire, the son of James Snow and Abigail Farr. He spent the first 25 years of his life in Chesterfield. Then in 1814, at the age of 21, he married Sara Sawyer Hastings. She was known as Sally.<br />
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West Chesterfield is located on the majestic Connecticut River. When West Chesterfield was first settled, the land was covered with forest trees of all kinds. Gardner and his companions gathered walnuts, chestnuts, and hickory nuts. They fished in the Connecticut River for salmon and chad, all of which were in abundance. They also hunted for deer and other wild meat. This provided their families with excellent food. They also had a real struggle with wild animals. The bears and wolves would come at night and eat their flocks.<br />
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Pioneer life was hard. It was a constant struggle against want, cold, and the wild animals. The pioneers learned to utilize their resources. They cleared the land of the trees. They burned the stumps, and from the ashes they made charcoal and potash. They made soap and other products which required containers to put them in. This resulted in a very important industry - coopering (one who makes barrels or makes or repairs wooden casks or tubs).<br />
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They didn't have many luxuries in this newly settled region due to their frugal manner of living. There was much sickness, fever, and contagious diseases. Many of the children died.<br />
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In spite of the hardships they had to endure, they were not without amusements. The men had their wrestling matches, and the women their husking and quilting bees. Dancing was one of their favorite social entertainments. They also attended church regularly.<br />
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The houses were built with long kitchens, which served as a reception room, workroom, and dance hall. There was a spinning wheel in one corner of the kitchen in almost every home.<br />
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A fiddler, no matter how poorly he played, was indispensable. When they held so-called kitchen dances, they sometimes had two or three fiddlers, who took turns playing. Sometimes they danced all night. It was customary for the young man to escort his lady friend to the dance riding behind him on a horse. It was considered extravagant to use two horses. It was at one of these kitchen balls that Gardner Snow met his future wife, Sarah Hastings. Their courtship was short. They were married in their crudely constructed church.<br />
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They lived in Chesterfield until their third son was born. In 1818 Gardner and his wife and children moved to St. Johnsbury, Vermont, where the rest of the Gardner family lived.<br />
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The homes there were very similar to those in Chesterfield. All of them had a deep-bellied fireplace with blazing logs over which swung the crane with a pendant with pots or pans and kettles. The fireplace was a cheerful place as they gathered around it in the evenings. The fire in the fireplace had to be kept going. If it went out, they had to go to the nearest neighbors to borrow coals, as they had no matches in those days. In the summer, however, they would build a fire in a hollow elm tree which would burn for weeks at a time. They knew that they could always get live coals from the hollow elm tree.<br />
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The Snows were an industrious family. As soon as the land was cleared of the trees, they raised their sheep for wool and raised their flax. The spinning wheels began to spin. All of their clothing was homespun.<br />
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In the fall of 1827 their oldest son, Jonathan, was 17, and Martha (my great grandmother), the youngest was 5. The boys were learning the cooper trade and farming. Then an event happened that changed the entire course of their lives.<br />
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The family of Winslow Farr, a cousin to Gardner's, lived about 30 miles from St. Johnsbury. He heard that there were Mormon missionaries preaching in that vicinity, and that they believed in the gift of healing and administration. Winslow's wife had been a helpless invalid for five years. The doctors had given her up. They were just waiting for her to die. She was only 35 years old. When Winslow heard of the healings by the Mormon missionaries, he sent his son, a mere lad, to find them and ask them to come and see if they could heal his wife. Their young son told his father the he didn't know what a Mormon preacher looked like. How was he to find them? "Go, my son, you will know them when you see them." And he did. He hadn't been gone long until he saw a man he thought could be a Mormon preacher. He very shyly walked up to the man and said, "Pardon me, sir, but are you one of those Mormon preachers?"<br />
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"I am," said Orson Pratt. "What may I do for you my young friend?" Then the boy told him his story and asked him if he would come to his home with him. Elder Pratt's companion, Lyman E. Johnson, was not with him at the time, so he went alone with the boy. When he got there he found the family and several curious neighbors waiting for him. He walked over to the bedside of the sick woman and said, "Do you believe in the Lord Jesus Christ?" She was too weak to answer him. But Elder Pratt perceived a slight nod of the head in the affirmative. Then he asked all in the room to kneel with him in prayer and unite their faith with his in her behalf. After the prayer Elder Pratt took the sick woman gently by the hand and smiled at her. Then he laid his hands upon her head and gave her a blessing, in which he promised her that she would have a complete recovery and live upon the earth as long as life was sweet to her. Her healing was instantaneous, and she lived to be almost a hundred. She outlived Elder Pratt.<br />
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Orson Pratt recorded in his journal that between May 14 and May 24, just ten days, they baptized the entire family of Winslow Farr, and also William and Zarubble Snow.<br />
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Winslow Far was a well-to-do farmer and was judge of the county court. For a prominent citizen like that to join the Mormon Church created quite a stir.<br />
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Among the eager listeners to Orson Pratt's teachings was a young boy just 14 years old, named Erastus Snow. He was a cousin to Gardner Snow. He writes in his journal that the Holy Ghost descended upon him while he was listening to Elder Pratt, and he would soften the hearts of his parents and permit him to join the Church. It was some time before they gave their permission for him to join the Mormon Church.<br />
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Elders Pratt and Johnson returned to Charleston. In the spring the prophet Joseph Smith had them return to St. Johnsbury. When they arrived there they found many more of the Snows and related families almost ready for baptism. Elder Pratt records in his journal that Gardner Snow as among the many they baptized on the eighteenth day of June, 1835. Gardner's wife Sarah joined the Church about a month later, and his son, James Chauncey, joined in October of that same year.<br />
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Erastus Snow relates in his journal of going to adjacent counties with Gardner to preach the Gospel. Erastus and James Chauncey were ordained priests about the same time. They were sent out together to teach the Gospel. They convinced many of the truthfulness of their message.<br />
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Probably Gardner didn't dream when he was giving his young cousin, Erastus, missionary lessons that he would some day become one of the leading missionaries in the Church and establish a mission in far off Scandinavia. Nor did he dream that Erastus would become one of the great apostles of the Church.<br />
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In 1836 Gardner and his family moved to Kirtland, Ohio, a distance of 700 miles. The first thing that caught their eyes when they arrived was the temple. They traveled to Kirtland in a large canvas-covered wagon. In Kirtland he was ordained a Seventy. On December 21 he received a patriarchal blessing from Joseph Smith, Sr. These significant words were used: "Thou shall have the power, like Abraham, to bless thy posterity. Be careful and God will make thee great and powerful on the earth. Thy live shall be lengthened out."<br />
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In 1837 he received his blessings in the Kirtland Temple along with the Seventies Quorum to which he belonged. With them he journeyed in the famous Kirtland Camp, nearly a thousand miles from Kirtland to Far West, Missouri. Deaths occurred all too frequently -- usually to children.<br />
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On October 2nd they reached Far West and were met by the First Presidency and other leading officials of the Church. Having traveled a long distance of 870 miles, the brethren provided for them like men of God. They were hungry, having eaten but little for several days.<br />
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From Far West they moved twenty-five miles to the north and settled at Adam-ondi-Ahman. It was a beautiful spot, but not long to be their resting place. Already mobs inflamed with hatred against the Mormons were gathering the great numbers and threatening them with destruction. The Saints were forbidden to leave town under the threat of death. They were shot at whenever they attempted to go in search of food. Some of the brethren perished from starvation. In dire straits, the Saints had to leave the place and abandon their homes. As they journed away, they were fired upon and threatened by the mob. Several of the brethren died and were buried without a coffin. It was in the midst of this impending peril at Adam-ondi-Ahman that the six week old baby son of Gardner died and was buried.<br />
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They arrived in Far West just in time to participate in all the outrageous mobbings and abuse of the inhabitants by the Army which carried their prophet and other leaders off as prisoners. After this the Saints were driven from Missouri by the exterminating order of Governor Boggs.<br />
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"In the winter of 1839 together with all the Saints I moved with my family to Illinois to escape the wrath of an ungodly mob," wrote Gardner. In Illinois they established a new home at a place known as Morley's Settlement, or Yelrome. On October 23, 1840, he was ordained a high priest by Hyrum Smith and was appointed bishop of the Lima Branch organized there.<br />
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Again in 1844 and 1845 mobs burst upon their quiet settlement and drove them from their homes, burning their houses and property. With the Saints, they were driven from Nauvoo and lived for a time in the vicinity of Council Bluffs, Iowa.<br />
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In the year 1850 Gardner crossed the plains to Utah. Joseph Young was president of the company, with Winslow Farr as captain of the first fifty. Gardner was captain of the second fifty.<br />
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Gardner Snow and his group settled at Manti, Utah, participating in all the hardships and exciting events of pioneer days there. In Manti, Sanpete County, he held a number of responsible civic and church positions. He was then ordained a patriarch.<br />
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By this time his sons and daughters had all married. His daughter Martha (my great grandmother) married John Edmiston who was from Pennsylvania, and settled in Utah.<br />
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John Edmiston (my great grandfather) helped to lay the first cornerstone of the Manti Temple where my parents received their endowments.<br />
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Gardner Snow's long and useful life closed November 17, 1889, at the age of nearly 97.<br />
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The blessing given by patriarch Joseph Smith, Sr., had been abundantly fulfilled. The blessings of Abraham were his. Like Abraham of old, he had proved faithful under all tests and trials. What a great and glorious heritage he has left me and my posterity.<br />
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When I think that some of my grandparents and great grandparents witnessed some of these marvelous manifestations, and labored as missionaries under the direction of the Prophet Joseph Smith, how could I ever doubt a testimony of the truthfulness of this Gospel. It was born and bred in me. I know this Church is true and I am thankful for the heritage my parents and grandparents have left me. I say this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.<br />
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<b>Talk given by Marguerite Anderson Miller in a Sacrament Meeting in West Valley City, Utah, around 2007.</b> <br />
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-12661710776634430432015-05-30T00:30:00.000-07:002020-07-13T19:55:59.522-07:00EDWARD EMERSON MILLER 1872-1953[<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Harold William Miller, son of Edward Emerson Miller.]<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAtKvMvCwfpSdGgHQ43CW4gn7ZqXnKu0nB3XLyD4GaAjVzcAhia9LcSwzWC02jG8AlKKy2MLcAFC3k7WB2z9Cbf1rjIjyCaYmcQL7dqdWYbLf2gecQxH97u7bRvwuzOC67vASDwvI_lxwe/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams12.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660042330414380418" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAtKvMvCwfpSdGgHQ43CW4gn7ZqXnKu0nB3XLyD4GaAjVzcAhia9LcSwzWC02jG8AlKKy2MLcAFC3k7WB2z9Cbf1rjIjyCaYmcQL7dqdWYbLf2gecQxH97u7bRvwuzOC67vASDwvI_lxwe/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams12.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 335px;" /></a> Ed and Ada celebrated their Golden Wedding 11 March 1945 at Lula's home in Oakland.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Fm9_ETzOgW2AMv0s5qKyDfpzaAKKU2D9Gbdq_L-gRq-QLzlcAx6sy9hgLvc6AeNB5QRw4kB42FQgtfsTDiwTOMuzQ1FBl0AlS50i2tHnvQhwoa52NI8bwzoUEjOKAVPsC6C5FiJG4c2y/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams121.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660041411904493842" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Fm9_ETzOgW2AMv0s5qKyDfpzaAKKU2D9Gbdq_L-gRq-QLzlcAx6sy9hgLvc6AeNB5QRw4kB42FQgtfsTDiwTOMuzQ1FBl0AlS50i2tHnvQhwoa52NI8bwzoUEjOKAVPsC6C5FiJG4c2y/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams121.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 212px;" /></a> In the fall of 1934, Ed and Ada moved to Oakland, California. Work was still scarce, and Ed had a difficult time finding employment. For about six years in succession, he was the Santa Claus of choice for the H. C. Capwell Company in Oakland. Ed, always cheerful and personable, enjoyed children and always had a good story. He had a round and chubby build, and with his jovial personality, he was a natural Santa without need for any padding.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfE1i9vK1-pww4npkoJjt9wMUDzQGWer5t-bem9Zb9xnmQYtro6HT4gJ41whiZj_hYSPkxABvjxtrYQvWsidkLqZO2-8ZjET3IDAXcqvvxLIItJXxRt0K6QwkMUKa0Cng2GN82E6LshuL/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams6.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660031843530663410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyfE1i9vK1-pww4npkoJjt9wMUDzQGWer5t-bem9Zb9xnmQYtro6HT4gJ41whiZj_hYSPkxABvjxtrYQvWsidkLqZO2-8ZjET3IDAXcqvvxLIItJXxRt0K6QwkMUKa0Cng2GN82E6LshuL/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams6.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 317px;" /></a> One of Ed's Salt Lake City streetcars in the early 1900s. Conductor Ed Miller stands to the left; his unidentified driver is to the right.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFyHQHlI_jtKbDcwlM2XxWXKr7jM75p_9vMhygF1Y9wqiI6ucx0JdINVMeWGTlfC3eNeq-bUlWApLBxWQrX70MmRizAEFWRzp7xxYF7_lzulXe5P3_dKThwtHAvyhwjKG5uuqKDcRIHUc/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams21.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660031755176037154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIFyHQHlI_jtKbDcwlM2XxWXKr7jM75p_9vMhygF1Y9wqiI6ucx0JdINVMeWGTlfC3eNeq-bUlWApLBxWQrX70MmRizAEFWRzp7xxYF7_lzulXe5P3_dKThwtHAvyhwjKG5uuqKDcRIHUc/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams21.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 256px;" /></a><br />
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<strong>EDWARD EMERSON MILLER</strong>My biography written from memory. March 6, 1950.<br />
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I, Edward Emerson Miller, was born 10th of March, 1872, in Hooper, Weber County, Utah. My father's name was Leander Miller, born 14 February 1845, Bedford, Mercer County, Pennsylvania. My mother's name Ann Hull, born 25th January 1844, at Hancock, Virginia.<br />
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When I was two years and eight months old I remember when my brother Lee, younger than I, was born October 4th 1874 in Farmington, Davis County, Utah. That fall my parents moved to a sheep ranch west of Hooper, on the lake shore where my father took care of a herd of sheep. The next spring we moved to East Portage in Malad valley. Father worked there that summer, the most impressive thing to me was the Indians. They camped near the springs a short distance from our cabin and mother would bake biscuits and take down to the squaws for their papooses(also made taffy candy from sorghum molasses for them.) One day when Mother went visiting over to the Wells farm and took us boys with her, my elder brother and I skipped back home and when we got there the house was locked and we couldn't get in. As we were trying to get in two young buck Indians came along, got off their horses, tied them to a post and came after us swinging their tomahawks and chanting as they were scaring us as we ran around the house. My brother was five and I was three and a half years old. We left there that fall and moved back to Hooper for the winter, and Mother taught a small school in her home until spring when we moved to Mountain Green in Weber Canyon.<br />
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Father worked in the charcoal kilns burning charcoal for the smelters. Mountain Green was the first place that I attended Sunday School. During that summer the Indians were on the war path and they passed our place going to Wyoming, and Mother had to keep us in the house for fear of the Indians. In a few days we got word that they had massacred General Custer and five hundred men, June 25th 1876. Father worked there until fall saving enough money to send the Family back to his old home in Lancaster, Iowa, where his parents lived. His Father owned several farms and he rented one of them. It took us three days and nights on the train to make the journey from Utah to Iowa, after leaving Peterson, Utah, where we took the train. We were traveling very slowly up the canyon by Devils slide. There was a bunch of deer running up the mountain and the men were out on the platform shooting at them. When we got out on the prairie there were buffalo as far as the eye could see. There were 80 acres in the farm and Father planted it all in corn and buckwheat and raised hogs for market. We lived there for four years, and moved back to Hooper Utah, in May 1881. During this time when we lived in Hooper, we three boys learned to swim in the canal and run barefooted all summer and our feet were chapped and bleeding and Mother would rub them with salted butter to keep us from wading in the ditches of water. That fall Father sold his hay and two young fellows by the name of Smith Johnson and Will Arave came and made the bargain to take the crop, and while talking they had to roll a cigarette, the first cigarettes that I had seen. They were both Mormon boys of goodly parents.<br />
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In November we moved to Pleasant Green, West of Salt Lake City. We had a farm and a fine crop of potatoes all in bloom. One morning a horde of grasshoppers came down from the hillside and devoured our crop. I was ten years old at that time and I had to help fight grasshoppers to save the wheat which was almost ripe. When our crop was gone we moved to Salt Lake City. Father got a job driving Hack to and from the Depos. Mother and Father went through the Endowment House that spring in 1883, they had four living children at that time. Father had been sick for a long time with Typhoid Fever, and Mother made beaded collars and capes, also pieced quilt tops to keep the family until Father was able to work, and he got a job at Snell's lumber yard making window frames and worked there a few months until he rented a farm in Bluffdale South of the City. 1883 - during the summer 19 wards of Salt Lake City had a Sunday School Jubilee, all the children gathered at the Calders Farm in long wagons drawn by six horse teams. Each child was presented with a ticket of 20 numbers. Each number was worth 4 cents at the concessions--including candy, pop corn, soda pop, chewing gum, boat rides. Each child bought what he wanted. My two brothers and I were all dressed alike as Mother had made our suits all out of the same material, a pepper and salt grey mixture, so it was easy for us to spot one another in the multitude of children. In those days we had no ready made clothing and our Mother had to make our clothing as well as carding the wool and knitting the stockings.<br />
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We moved down on the farm in the fall of 1883. I was 11 years old and soon learned how to take care of the stock and milk cows, also my job to chop the wood and carry in enough for night as we had no coal at that time mostly oak and sage brush. The next summer Father and William Wallace Merrill bought a cane mill and went around the country making Sorgum Molasses as each Farmer raised enough sugar cane to make his own molasses, and they made it on shares.<br />
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We moved from this farm in the fall of 1886 to the Malad divide and Father filed on a home stead of 160 acres. We built a log cabin on the home stead and before moving on to it we found out that it was on the Blackfoot Indian reservation and we had to give it up. We had to stay in Malad that winter and I attended school for about four months. We fed cattle that winter for David L. Evens. When spring came Father rented another hay farm from the James Brothers. School was dismissed the 1st of May, and some one told me that Josiah Richardson, wanted a boy to herd and milk cows on the cheese dairy and he would pay 12.00 and board per month. I was out to the barn at the time and I hollered to my mother across the street that I was going to get a job and she called for me to come back but I kept on going and walked all the way up there, 12 miles. It was mid afternoon when I got there. He looked me over and laughed because I was so small. He said, "Well I will try you out and see what you can do." There was 60 head of milk cows and a lot of dry stock. I had a pony to ride and would take the herd up in the hills and bring them in to be milked in the evening. I would milk 11-12 morning and night. He also had two girls, Jane Stubs and Sally Williams, from Malad to help with the milking and he with his second wife would milk the rest of them. I stayed there for two months not seeing any of my folks or taking a day off until the 4th of July when I went home. In riding for Mr. Richardson I met a cattleman by the name of John E. Jones. He found out that I was through at the dairy, so he came and wanted me to work for him to help take a herd of cattle up to Lost River Country about two hundred miles. He had sold them to start a cattle ranch for a homesteader. I was 15 years old at that time. We were about a week rounding up the cattle in the<br />
Malad mountains. He had a large cattle ranch at the head of Malad Valley, Elkhorn. About the third night we were out with the herd we were camped north of where Pocatello is now situated. We had just finished our evening meal when we heard a terrible roar of the cattle stampeding. The night herder came galloping in and told us that the Indians had stampeded them and we had to saddle our horses and follow them up along the South side of the Black-Foot river. By morning they had run themselves down. Quite a few of them had failed by the way. We drove them on until we came to Black-Foot City. We camped there for two days and during this time the Boss and one of the riders had a quarrel and the rider quit and went home, leaving the Boss and I to drive them the rest of the way across the desert. We forded the Snake River at Black-Foot. After we had forded the Snake river and the sun was about two hours high in the evening the Boss culled out a small bunch and took the lead with them and I followed up in the rear with the balance of the herd also the pack animal and riding horses. The road was badly cut up and the dust was axle deep with the heavy freight wagons crossing the desert. We traveled all night and the next day until sundown when we struck Root Hog. During the night we passed a freight camp and the dogs came barking and nipped my horse's heels and he jumped out from under me and I lit in the middle of the road in the dust. It was a good thing that he was a white horse or I could not of found him the night was so dark. The water troughs were empty and we had to go thirteen miles farther before we would reach lost river and when we were within a mile of the river the cattle smelled the water and they stampeded and struck the river where there was a bend and the bank was straight off twenty feet above the water they went over the bank<br />
into deep water. They piled on top of each other but none of them were hurt or drowned. On the other side of the river they scattered through the cotton woods and brush on the river low land. It was in the middle of the night, and we made our beds down and we slept until sundown next day. We got up and ate our supper and went back to bed and slept until morning. We rounded up the cattle and left there in the middle of the afternoon of the second day - and we drove to Arco, about fifteen miles up the river. We camped at Arco, intending to stay a day or two or until the man came that was buying them but the mosquitoes were so thick that the cattle couldn't rest so we drove them into the hills where the man had his ranch and there we had to rebrand each critter, all but ten head of the largest steers which he sold to a man that broke them in for oxen to haul timber for a mining town called Era. That afternoon I took the horses back to Arco, and waited for him to come and he didn't show up until the next day. While there I bought a can of plums at the Stage Station which made me very sick and I almost died with ptomaine poisoning. The boss came while I was sick and they gave me some kind of oil until I was well enough to get on a horse. We then rode up the river to Mackey, the next Stage station above Arco. He left me there to watch the horses over night while he went over to a mining camp twenty miles away to make a business deal. He didn't come back for a week and he lost half of the money he received for the cattle gambling and drinking. When he did get back we left immediately for a hay ranch on the river bottoms about eight miles above American Falls. He and his Brother Dan had planned to meet there to put up hay but when we got there, he and his men hadn't arrived so we started for home in Malad. We had been riding a full day when we met them in the canyon so we camped for the night and left early the next morning to go back to the hay ranch, and what a big disappointment it was for me not to go home and I needed a hair cut very badly and it was seven months before I got a hair cut. Another big disappointment was when Mother sent me a letter by Mr. Jones telling me that they had been up to Eagle Rock, and they had filed on a homestead in Taylor, Idaho. I was so disgusted with the wind and the dust and the loneliness of having to go back to the hay ranch for another six weeks that I couldn't sleep that night. After we started in the hay fields it was my job to do the raking but we didn't work on Sunday, which made things a little more pleasant for me. Another young fellow and I would go fishing on Sunday and the trout were as thick as they could be in a hatchery and we soon got tired of fish. It was the latter part of September before we were through putting up hay and ready to go home. The first day we drove up Bannock Creek and over the mountain to Elk Horn where the James Brothers owned a big cattle ranch, and there we gathered up a bunch of horses to take down to Malad City and among them there was one that I had to lead by the horn of the saddle. It was Dan Jones's saddle and the stirrup straps were too long for me so I had to put my feet through the straps. We came to a ravine with a log bridge across it. The horse I was leading refused to cross the bridge and he pulled back and turned the saddle and I tried to jump off but my horse was bucking and my leg was caught in the strap and he continued to buck until I came loose. After I had cleaned the dust and dirt out of my eyes and mouth, I found them down on a grassy flat and my horse there with the saddle under his belly. The men and the teams had gone ahead of me, so I got on my horse and started them down the road and I soon passed the men and teams and they never stopped running until we reached Malad City, and into the corrals. It was Sunday evening and I was passing the church with the horses and someone hollered, There's my Ed." It was the girl that I used to dance with while we were going to School. My hair was down over my shoulders and I looked like an Indian.<br />
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When I arrived home my folks were all ready to move to Taylor, Idaho. We left in a few days and started to build a log house of two rooms, and a dugout as soon as we arrived there. We had to go to the canyons for logs and fire wood and we worked until late in the fall and when winter set in we moved to Eagle Rock, for the winter. My elder Brother Harry and I got a job as School janitors, and attended School that winter. C. E. Arney and Jennie Taylor were the teachers. School closed about the first of May and we moved out on the homestead for a certain length of time to hod it, and work being scarce we had to get out and look for employment and make some money to keep up expenses. We found work about seventy miles north west of Eagle Rock, a mining camp called Nycolia, cutting timber to burn for charcoal for the smelters, and we worked there all summer until late in the fall when we moved back to the homestead to finish building stables and building fences. There were no canals for irrigation purposes. We had to haul our water about a mile for culinary use, and hauled it in barrels from the mountain stream. We lived there over winter and in the spring when I was seventeen, the year of 1889, there was a big boom in Ogden and we moved down there to get work. Father and my elder Brother Harry worked hauling gravel, and I found employment at the Mound Fort, dairy. In the fall we moved back to the homestead and did some more building. We built another room on the house, and another stable and corals. The next spring we worked on the Idaho Canal. Our canal, the Cedar Hollow, and Foot Hill Canal wasn't built until the next spring. Our assessment was to build the canal through our property, half a mile long and fifteen feet wide on the bottom, that would carry three feet of water, (that was work without pay) only so many shares in the canal. I was nineteen at that time. From then on we started to raise crops, such as hay grain and potatoes, also vegetables and small fruit.<br />
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That spring I worked in the Idaho Falls flour mill seven miles north of our homestead. I worked there a few months and took diphtheria and was sick most of the summer and not able to work so I read the Book of Mormon for the first time, and became interested in the restored gospel. As there was no ward organized there at that time, we held cottage meetings in the homes. The people were very friendly and sociable as most of them had moved up there from South Weber, Riverdale, Hooper, and Ogden. There was the Araves, the Higleys, the Wadsworths, the Priests, the Clarks, the Stoddards, the Childs, the Hardys, and many others. John W. Taylor came up there and organized a ward, and gave it the name of Taylor Ward, and William Priest was ordained the first Bishop, with James Poulson 1st counselor, Charles Wardsworth, 2nd counselor. We built a one room log meeting house with three windows on each side, and slab benches for seats. Soon after the ward was organized I was rebaptized, as the record of my baptism in Hooper could not be found. I was rebaptized 3rd of August, 1893, by James Poulson, confirmed 7th of August, 1893, by William Priest. I was also ordained a Priest. I was appointed as a ward teacher soon after the ward was organized.<br />
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In my boyhood days I learned to play the violin and by the time I was nineteen I would help play for the ward dances and house parties where they would roll up the carpets and dance the old fashioned dances. I wasn't a violinist, I was just an old fashioned fiddler. During the fall and winter of 1891 I joined a traveling troupe of magicians, consisting of a ventriloquist, a magician, and a Solo singer. We would put on a play called "A ghost in the pawn shop" and after the show was over I would play for the dance. We traveled from town to town, one night in a town and a full house every night. We passed hand bills through the day. When we had traveled as far as Logan one of the fellows took seriously ill and we broke up the traveling show. On the way home I froze my feet so badly they turned black and I was convalescing about two months with very sore feet. When spring came my Brother and I took a job on the Idaho canal with our teams scraping at 6 cents a yard. From then on the next two years we didn't do anything else but canal work as there was so many canals being built through the country at that time.<br />
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When I became of age I bought a relinquishment of 80 acres of land and filed on it as a homestead. I built a log house and then started to look for a wife. Two years passed by before one was brought to me from New Zealand, and her home at that time was American Fork, Utah. She came to Shelley, Idaho, with Mrs Sabina Robinson, Allen, to work for her during the summer, as she was a dear friend of her Mothers. I met her at Fred Wadsworth's missionary farewell party in November and we were married the next spring on the 11th of March, 1895. We were the first couple to be married in Shelley, Idaho. We made our home in Taylor, Idaho on the 80 acre homestead, and in eleven months our first child was born.<br />
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During the first summer of our marriage we made several trips to the canyons for a few days at a time. On one of our trips coming home from Wolverine Canyon we heard that there as a danger of an out break among the Indians from the Black-Foot reservation who were on the war path over trouble with the cattlemen in Big Horn Basin, but the Soldiers from Fort Hall prevented this trouble, which calmed our fears very much. We had camped on their trail while in the canyon not knowing that we were in any danger of trouble.<br />
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During the first year of our marriage I worked on the canals, averaging about six dollars per day on the Snake river and Reservation canal, taken out by the Government for the Indians on the Fort Hall Reservation. Then I worked on the Cedar Hollow and Foot hill canal for my water stock, and also traded water stock for a nice gentle cow that my wife could milk while I was away working. During that time there was no fences, and when milking time came all we had to do was tap on the milk pail and she would come running home for her bran mash. During the second year of our marriage we fenced our 80 acres with a barbed wire fence of three wires, and I broke up 40 acres consisting of 25 acres of wheat, 5 acres of oats with alfalfa, 3 acres of potatoes, a patch of sweet corn, watermelons, and a half acre of vegetable garden, a lawn and plenty of flowers, shade trees around the house and down the front line. My wife was my only helper. We lived one and a half miles north of the LDS meeting house and most of the time we walked both ways. I was teacher of the boys class of Deacons, and my wife was Secretary of the Sunday School for two years. She was released when we moved to American Fork, Utah. I was ordained an Elder February 1st 1897, and set apart the same day as a Stake missionary. During the winter and summer of 1897, the Stake was 40 miles long at that time and we had to ride horse back. It was a six months mission in the different wards and in the fall we had Sundays to visit the different wards in the Stake. My companion was George E. Larson, my Brother-in-law by marriage. After my release I sold my homestead and moved to American Fork. On December 6th 1898 our second child (Verna) was born in American Fork, Utah. We lived there for two years and four months when we had our first son. He was born 8th of April 1901, at American Fork, Utah. We named him Edward Ernest. When he was a month old I took a contract of building a pole fence over the mountain to fence in the cattle on the Thomas E. Jeremy ranch. We moved up there on the 10th of May 1901, in East Canyon. We had 8 milk cows and sold butter to the Section men at Gorgorza, and traded butter to the sheep men for mutton and lamb.<br />
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In October 1901 we moved down to North Point, Salt Lake, on a farm owned by Thomas E. Jeremy. We took the farm on shares 1/2 and 1/2. We raised alfalfa, wheat, oats and barley, plenty of vegetables, also poultry, ducks, chickens and turkeys. We also made butter to sell. There was plenty of hard work but not very much cash. The next year we moved to Salt Lake City, and I got a job driving team for E. E. Rich, Peoples Forwarding Company. I worked there for eight months and then took a job in the round house at the Oregon Short line shops. I worked there almost two years. During that time our second Son was born. We named him Ellis Marion Miller. We moved out on the E. E. Rich farm in Farmington, where our third son was born 9th of August 1905. We named him Lester Williams Miller. He was blessed in the 17th Ward, Salt Lake City. We moved back to Salt Lake City in October, to the 17th Ward. In February 1906 I went to work for the Street Car Company as a Street Car Conductor, where I worked for twelve years. <br />
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I bought a lot on Roosevelt Avenue, South of Liberty Park, and built a small house. The next spring our 4th Son was born, 6th of March 1910. We named him Harold William Miller. During the spring of 1911, I bought a dry farm in the south end of Rush valley, Tooele County, at Lofgren. The family moved out there in June after School was out for their summer vacation. I continued to work at my job and I sold my home for first payment on the dry farm, and had to rent another house and get ready for the Family to move back in time for School in September. We lived in Forest Dale until 1918.<br />
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During this time in Salt Lake City we had three more children born to us. George Lee who died in infancy was born November 29, and died the next day November 30, 1912. Edna Maxine, born September 21, 1915 and Lorraine Beth, who was born August 29, 1917. We had nine children in all.<br />
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I quit my job and we moved out to the Dry Farm in 1918 for three years.<br />
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In the fall of 1921 I traded the Dry Farm for a small farm in Uintah, Utah, at the mouth of Weber Canyon. I farmed there for ten years and during that time I was appointed as ward teacher, Stake missionary of the Mount Ogden Stake, and President of the YMMIA at Uintah, Mount Ogden Stake. I was ordained a High Priest 23rd December 1923 by Fred G. Taylor. <br />
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We raised white turkeys, ducks and chickens. We had our own live stock and raised all kinds of garden produce. I also managed a dairy farm in connection with the Miller Fox Farm.<br />
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For a couple of years in between, about 1927 we left our farm in Uintah and went to Los Angeles, California, where some of our married children were living. Here we opened a small restaurant and Pie Shop. Our specialty was hot meat pies and fruit pies. As I had been prematurely gray, it wasn't easy to get work. My hair started to gray when I was 27 and it was now snow white. I even let my daughter-in-law dye my hair while we were here. This was rather a joke as it turned more orange than dark. My hair in my younger days was black and I always had lots of hair. <br />
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In July 1931 we sold our farm in Uintah and moved to Silverton, Oregon. There we rented a home for five months. We kept open house for the Mormon missionaries, having two with us most of the time. Elders Amos A. Hunt from Lehi, Utah and Harold Holms from Salt Lake City were the first two Elders to stay with us for a week.<br />
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We then moved into Salem. The depression was on and our two married daughters, Lula and Verna and their young families all came to Salem, and we together rented a large house and went into the baking business. My wife was an excellent baker and cook. Her father was a baker by trade. Our three youngest children were still living at home, and there were 17 of us living together in one large 9-room house. My wife also did all of our own sewing. She was a good homemaker.<br />
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In the spring of 1934 Lula and Verna with their families moved to Oakland, California. Edna and Harold also went along to get work. For one season my wife and I and youngest daughter stayed on Ellis' dry farm about 35 miles southeast of Salem, Oregon. We raised strawberries and took care of the farm. Then in the fall of 1934 we also moved down to Oakland. Work was still scarce and even though I was still robust and healthy it was hard to find work. For about six years, in succession I was the Santa Claus for the H. C. Capwell Co. in Oakland. I was built round and chubby and said to be a natural, without any padding. I enjoyed children and always a good story. (He was jolly and full of fun.) (L.W.) During World War 2, we moved down to San Jose, California to be near Verna while her husband was overseas. Then again to Oakland in 1944 with Lorraine when her husband was at sea. In October 1945 we moved to Alameda, California and my wife and I were called on a Stake Mission in November 1946.<br />
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On March 11, 1945, our oldest daughter gave us a 50th wedding anniversary celebration and open house at her home in Oakland. It was on April 24, 1953 in Oakland, California, that death came to my wife at the age of 76. Just five months later on September 26, 1953, I followed her in death at the age of 81, in Oakland, Alameda County, California.<br />
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Both their places of burial are in Bountiful, David County, Utah cemetery.<br />
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(Latter part written by: Lorraine Beth Miller Wood) <br />
(This was my father.)<br />
<strong>Written from memory March 6, 1950 by Edward Emerson Miller</strong><br />
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<span style="color: #333331; font-family: "Verdana",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Grandpa used to love to tell stories about his experiences
growing up on the frontier. He told of riding on a train alone back to Iowa to
visit his grandfather Dr. George Miller, he said that as his train crossed the
plains and he remembered seeing "great herds of Buffalo as far as the eye
can see."</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" />
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; float: none; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: start; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Several stories stand out as encounters with Indians. He told
of a time going with his mother, who was the relief society president, to visit
a sister who was ill in Idaho where he lived at the time. He said that he and
his younger brother went with their mother and were playing outside while their
mother was in the cabin of the sick sister. They soon got bored and decided to
walk back home When they arrived at the cabin where they lived (near Blackfoot
Idaho) they saw two Indian ponies tied outside their cabin. When they went into
the cabin they found two young braves ransacking everything in the house. Sacks
of flour were spilled and scattered everywhere, broken dishes were scattered on
the floor bedding and clothes scattered all over, chairs overturned, general
chaos. When they challenged the Indians there was a violent reaction and the
Indians chased them out into the yard. They caught hold of his little brother
and held him by the hair of his head threatening him with a tomahawk as if to
scalp him. Seeing the look of terror on his face, they broke into laughter.
They let him go, then got on their ponies and rode off.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #333331; font-family: "Verdana",sans-serif; font-size: 10.5pt;">Found on FamilySearch.org on his person’s page Life Sketch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "Verdana",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -.1pt;">Grandpa Miller once told a story about when
he was quite young, they lived in Blackfoot Idaho. One day they noticed that
there were many Indians traveling through their area all traveling east, They
were Indians that no one recognized, in other words, they were strange looking
in their dress and garb... not at all like any other Indians they had seen
before. This seemed to take place over several days. With many different kinds
or tribes of Indians passing through. Several days later they began to notice
the same phenomenon except now these same Indians were traveling in the
opposite direction as when they first appeared. Now they were traveling west.
Several days later, they received the news that General George Armstrong Custer
and his entire party had been massacred at the Little Bighorn. They concluded
that it must have been a well coordinated effort to beat the US Cavalry.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #4f4f4c; font-family: "Verdana",sans-serif; font-size: 13.0pt; letter-spacing: -.1pt;">Found on FamilySearch.org contributed by
Arnold Arthur Miller 21 October 2016.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: 16.0pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-68235704507391798382015-05-29T00:00:00.000-07:002020-07-14T17:54:04.160-07:00ADA MARION WILLIAMS (MILLER) 1877-1953<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONLfj1pwpMfW5XVEZO6V8VLtUyWpybIolWtcU0bkukDM-TWJp84uNJqcK9rryCS5oQPiY2FWrXdmI9WI9ApgptWbCsYBGwq91e5sPbYpGX6AYszJyQEmcp3WWe41tsiqLa5uyOiyU5cHl/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams13.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659740062929666546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiONLfj1pwpMfW5XVEZO6V8VLtUyWpybIolWtcU0bkukDM-TWJp84uNJqcK9rryCS5oQPiY2FWrXdmI9WI9ApgptWbCsYBGwq91e5sPbYpGX6AYszJyQEmcp3WWe41tsiqLa5uyOiyU5cHl/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams13.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 396px;" /></a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyvpX4xqIMSvX-r5Z6OWSqousi6NkCdxvH1MCey4CvdxDMNhMFCpJGpKsy3FHthA6fneUUQbpTOkDBak6dilWq71r73qLI4c7TNG8uI_az08f9wisjm0BXF8p6RFvubjQC19Oh9khrFN9/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams124.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659738231083091970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyvpX4xqIMSvX-r5Z6OWSqousi6NkCdxvH1MCey4CvdxDMNhMFCpJGpKsy3FHthA6fneUUQbpTOkDBak6dilWq71r73qLI4c7TNG8uI_az08f9wisjm0BXF8p6RFvubjQC19Oh9khrFN9/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams124.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 351px;" /></a> Four generation pose in Oakland, California: (from left to right) Lula Miller McCarthy, Ada, Margaret Lorraine McCarthy, and Sarah Rogers Williams.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KD6mzg1n7iecYIvAEjSzvVrmu-taaj70paMmwwzhOKKFcOwhsWkHOVaELd9R2bkwFS3RN-t2cgDfjrKQMk5CnLu7xCAdz9WAw1LEAM6FDHUlVGD7OPHEKbkhQXe6wHB2H66LNosP8PTy/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams12.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659736348752311778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3KD6mzg1n7iecYIvAEjSzvVrmu-taaj70paMmwwzhOKKFcOwhsWkHOVaELd9R2bkwFS3RN-t2cgDfjrKQMk5CnLu7xCAdz9WAw1LEAM6FDHUlVGD7OPHEKbkhQXe6wHB2H66LNosP8PTy/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams12.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 335px;" /></a> Ed and Ada celebrated their Golden Wedding 11 March 1945 at Lula's home in Oakland.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6NhtCxggYbv_fqz1vVPcK0udS0LybAr4XBwDpZc2J9QQE_aCKu5ZZEXvKGsZwxtCLf4P1sueQV_PS2ZVCfRMQL9yNB9bngIavLpvN0ztbWTPrIgAyLRyjWyhrYuGhnarS9i1uJeXKBmR/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams122.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659735528146834050" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd6NhtCxggYbv_fqz1vVPcK0udS0LybAr4XBwDpZc2J9QQE_aCKu5ZZEXvKGsZwxtCLf4P1sueQV_PS2ZVCfRMQL9yNB9bngIavLpvN0ztbWTPrIgAyLRyjWyhrYuGhnarS9i1uJeXKBmR/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams122.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> Ada looks smug, while Ed looks perplexed.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimmHD3Cm1Hap3mzkVekKZXyn64smnLHRRT5roAjaQGF63ljIXWk6ihvzG72kgd2jZU5Z28aJv_wMJLLWo7XjFHsloVlPf971Td15XFL38ELPAdEjjZ6KZHsbDFjt2bVdv_WoZzXFQyRI4t/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams112.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659734587010492642" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimmHD3Cm1Hap3mzkVekKZXyn64smnLHRRT5roAjaQGF63ljIXWk6ihvzG72kgd2jZU5Z28aJv_wMJLLWo7XjFHsloVlPf971Td15XFL38ELPAdEjjZ6KZHsbDFjt2bVdv_WoZzXFQyRI4t/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams112.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 257px;" /></a> Ada and Ed with Ada's mother, Sarah Porter Rogers Williams, in Oakland, California, 1937.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ714CMROd7auhi9I6u17hD4FBujIz5Et9e4yAsLycEjOvOFMjyzYbZikxypkm6F6cZ_ImHCK2q77v85sYCl4hZwXp43aeWW8CAV5G3dgNq9VlPIvoL8CfOoaHGT1IZyqvsgvuz8zZYEQe/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams111.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659732851268180722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ714CMROd7auhi9I6u17hD4FBujIz5Et9e4yAsLycEjOvOFMjyzYbZikxypkm6F6cZ_ImHCK2q77v85sYCl4hZwXp43aeWW8CAV5G3dgNq9VlPIvoL8CfOoaHGT1IZyqvsgvuz8zZYEQe/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams111.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 276px;" /></a> Ed always made a wonderful "Santa Claus."</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKGZHyNRoqQ82YNp-3sLbjAD1bnpDnNZ3BFmlbxG0eapJNtmAPaspqAXrkjnVJ_yh4G9z6uZF_ah19T0aCHKTGoVWoiZCq-tdPIxDMfGs-5MNcei8TvfVdKFNJ__6Vgjs-5NFjgTzmCSvD/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams101.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659675475738544242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKGZHyNRoqQ82YNp-3sLbjAD1bnpDnNZ3BFmlbxG0eapJNtmAPaspqAXrkjnVJ_yh4G9z6uZF_ah19T0aCHKTGoVWoiZCq-tdPIxDMfGs-5MNcei8TvfVdKFNJ__6Vgjs-5NFjgTzmCSvD/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams101.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> The Miller family at work in the hop fields of Oregon, summer of 1931. Ada (the small figure at center) is leaning over a basket while her daughter Edna stands beyond her. Papa Ernest is virtually hidden on the opposite side of the vines from Edna. Ada's youngest daughter Lorraine was normally Ada's partner, but took a moment to take this photo.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Ojw5_FW6xtgGsmKReyegaNZNNLdQdWahFFw9GJOzOReTlzwbbJfmt0VNGHOS8IC2nC8uyj9UghNqqklcZ9HdIZXVKk2p85nMXTRGGf-VQjN69x28KhkaYMqdAaMhmC5TtpRFc-a6n1K_/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams10.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659674515043210386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Ojw5_FW6xtgGsmKReyegaNZNNLdQdWahFFw9GJOzOReTlzwbbJfmt0VNGHOS8IC2nC8uyj9UghNqqklcZ9HdIZXVKk2p85nMXTRGGf-VQjN69x28KhkaYMqdAaMhmC5TtpRFc-a6n1K_/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams10.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 238px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> Ada's sons Ellis (left) and Harold (right) pose with Ada's mother Sarah Williams in front of a hot pie shop undoubtedly operated by Ada and Ed. (This is possibly the shop Ada and Ed operated in Los Angeles.)</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD92MbRfDtJ31RTMKilQO9hDd1Xx3I9HmYSQRdwiVgnJD9PZLq_1jff06olgZHbPvL8WFh7K438IdulyonWxazkqvGk2ug11jK0lJ8H924D3qZ3niMhezgPiIJeCKMZlg8uM3YrUNNR7k7/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams91.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659673399510078594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD92MbRfDtJ31RTMKilQO9hDd1Xx3I9HmYSQRdwiVgnJD9PZLq_1jff06olgZHbPvL8WFh7K438IdulyonWxazkqvGk2ug11jK0lJ8H924D3qZ3niMhezgPiIJeCKMZlg8uM3YrUNNR7k7/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams91.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 223px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> Ed with his boys in Oregon, summer of 1931. Left to right: (rear) Harold, Ed Sr., Ellis, and Ed's son-in-law, Gail Fjelstrom; (front) Lester, Ed Jr., and son-in-law Oscar McCarthy.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqxZNywBL2dcDL87FcgLr8zyk1dWT4Q79AO3yU81_3blPL7ZEv0OkTv4OalCLQpPhXiMQIDwG0RTvs7OxPl2yhvIVNoaw0TmWYVLLUD_5o4HIea3LnSST_BouDLd-4cDTSBVvLkIpmWDvk/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams9.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659672726544131762" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqxZNywBL2dcDL87FcgLr8zyk1dWT4Q79AO3yU81_3blPL7ZEv0OkTv4OalCLQpPhXiMQIDwG0RTvs7OxPl2yhvIVNoaw0TmWYVLLUD_5o4HIea3LnSST_BouDLd-4cDTSBVvLkIpmWDvk/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams9.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 233px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> Ada and Ed's family gather together in Oregon, summer of 1931. Left to right: (rear) Ellis, Ed Jr., Lester, Harold, and Ed Sr.; (front) Evelyn Paterson Miller (Ellis' wife), Verna, Lula, Ada, and Lorraine.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36a21arstfKG2R3bZ4Fk5ievBC9FOIXemBaDlbqEJXDCvKxyQwDIx3-oA3655qemQihX50aEQYGg4lLKBFX3xmsuBh_RIuojUpRzCMxubIXqCMQXvwQe4dYqh4fAzz75XhRQi0_YerGqp/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams8.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659671438619180242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi36a21arstfKG2R3bZ4Fk5ievBC9FOIXemBaDlbqEJXDCvKxyQwDIx3-oA3655qemQihX50aEQYGg4lLKBFX3xmsuBh_RIuojUpRzCMxubIXqCMQXvwQe4dYqh4fAzz75XhRQi0_YerGqp/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams8.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 350px;" /></a> Ada's daughters, Lula (front) and Verna (rear), share a ride on the Juab County dry farm with Ada's youngest sister, Ivy. Lula and Ivy were the closest of friends.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqqvNISzkx3wxv5CGjjO6swxQlaGOMuxeZoBH04n6fZx2gOu5knxQ5kw7d9ml5gEj2_rtOmRGS5PaI9RLojXKkM4NsvHJHZiLtq6I1L4Ceurw4thJyTi8lXedL_3096jNk_mP-Ia6fI8P/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams7.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659670689096276738" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqqvNISzkx3wxv5CGjjO6swxQlaGOMuxeZoBH04n6fZx2gOu5knxQ5kw7d9ml5gEj2_rtOmRGS5PaI9RLojXKkM4NsvHJHZiLtq6I1L4Ceurw4thJyTi8lXedL_3096jNk_mP-Ia6fI8P/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams7.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 228px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> On the dry farm about 1914: Ada's husband Ed Miller stands far left while Ada's father, James Clark Williams, holds the donkey for Ada and her mother, Sarah Porter Rogers Williams. (The photo may have been taken either on Ed's homestead in Juab County, or on the Williams' homestead which adjoined Ed's farm at the time.)</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc3qB0e-fUrq4FVWShXzzBp4y-VE_niW1EV5ansZwGRH7j3kNMtThJhfFQdKys6hsLnDvwVKuWwpTnYEAFS3hYt3Hi5PMGXt5bPKk6BQRArvmU4kVpBcUhJ2BdTD5F9uxtuMKnsBdp63w4/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams5.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659668104232762898" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc3qB0e-fUrq4FVWShXzzBp4y-VE_niW1EV5ansZwGRH7j3kNMtThJhfFQdKys6hsLnDvwVKuWwpTnYEAFS3hYt3Hi5PMGXt5bPKk6BQRArvmU4kVpBcUhJ2BdTD5F9uxtuMKnsBdp63w4/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams5.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 230px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> The Miller family camping out with Grandpa and Grandma Williams, about 1912. Left to right: James C. Williams, Ed Miller Jr., Verna May Miller, Lester Williams Miller, Ivy Rachel Williams, Lula Vera Miller, Harold William Miller, Ellis Marion Miller, Ada Williams Miller, and Sarah Rogers Williams.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhcT1eFTDpO4pMnWcBM_1D0MN5kSbldl91RS9aK2mjQOBmGBFarSWzbjW9EEuD-Xq-zmeF5tRgY9cf_g7sT5Q7jH0Movvj72wULzVm9uA_UL5n0i0i0VY8ALP95Mm7Vl6kE-0M-eikzI_/s1600/Ada+Martion+Williams4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659667554164104898" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUhcT1eFTDpO4pMnWcBM_1D0MN5kSbldl91RS9aK2mjQOBmGBFarSWzbjW9EEuD-Xq-zmeF5tRgY9cf_g7sT5Q7jH0Movvj72wULzVm9uA_UL5n0i0i0VY8ALP95Mm7Vl6kE-0M-eikzI_/s400/Ada+Martion+Williams4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 391px;" /></a> Ada's children: (left to right) Lula Vera, Edward Ernest, baby Ellis, and Verna May. After snatching the satchel, a disillusioned Lula refused to come and see baby Ellis.</div>
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[<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Harold William Miller, son of Ada Marion Williams (Miller).]<br />
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<strong>THIRD GENERATION<br />ADA MARION WILLIAMS (MILLER)</strong>(Daughter of James Clark Williams and Sarah Porter Rogers) </div>
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Ada Marion Williams was the first child of James Clark Williams and Sarah Porter Rogers. She was born 14 July 1877 in Wanganjui, Wellington, New Zealand. She spent her early childhood in Auckland, New Zealand. In 1880, when Ada was two years old, her parents out of curiosity attended some meetings held by newly arrived Mormon missionaries. Her parents investigated the teachings of the missionaries and were baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints 18 March 1880. About that same time, the Thomas Levis Cox family also became<br />
members of the fledgling LDS branch in Auckland. A particular closeness developed between the Williams and Cox families. </div>
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In 1882, Ada's father traveled to Utah intending to prepare the way for the rest of his family to follow; upon his arrival in Salt Lake City, however, he was asked to return to New Zealand as a<br />
missionary. After James Williams completed his mission in New Zealand, the family immigrated to Utah, leaving Auckland 9 November 1884 and arriving in Salt Lake City on 14 December 1884. Ada was seven years old. The James Williams family settled in American Fork, Utah, where Ada attended school. Shortly afterward, the Cox family also emigrated from New Zealand and settled in Logan, and then Ogden. </div>
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The Williams family enjoyed singing and camping together. All of them sang in their ward choirs. The Williams girls were all fleet of foot and almost always won any footraces. (Ada even took first place in a race when she was a young mother.) </div>
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When Ada was 14, an attempt was made by her parents and their close friends, Thomas and<br />
Hannah Cox, to encourage a closer bond between the two families. They tried to foster a potential courtship between Ada and a younger son in the Cox family, John William Cox. Accordingly, Ada was invited to spend some time with the Coxes at their home in Ogden.</div>
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The conspiracy between the parents, however, did not work. As Ada's mother Sarah later reported, "Johnny[Cox] was a fine and good young man ...Ada said she liked Johnny real well as a friend, but he was altogether too good and serious for her at that time. She preferred someone with a little more nonsense and spirit about them. So, that was that." (Johnny Cox died not long afterward of tuberculosis of the bone.) </div>
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When Ada was eighteen years old, she did meet someone with just the right blend of fun and nonsense: She went to Shelley, Idaho, with Mrs. Sabina Robinson Allen to work for her during the summer. Sabina was a dear friend of Ada's mother. In November 1894, Ada attended a missionary farewell in Shelley. There she met a jovial young man named Edward Emerson<br />
Miller. Ed had become of age two years before and had bought 80 acres of land in Taylor, Idaho, filing on it as a homestead. Ed had built a log house on the property and now happened to be looking for a wife. Ed and Ada were introduced, a mutual interest was sparked, and they were married the next spring on 11 March 1895. They were the first couple to be married in Shelley. They made their home on Ed's homestead in Taylor, Idaho. </div>
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Ada and Ed worked hard. Ed fenced 80 acres and broke ground to plant wheat, alfalfa, oats, and potatoes. Ada worked side by side with Ed as they planted a half-acre vegetable garden along with patches of corn and watermelon. They planted a full lawn with plenty of flowers and with shade trees along the front. </div>
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During the first summer of their marriage, Ada and Ed made several recreational trips to the<br />
canyons, spending a few days at a time. On one trip coming home from Wolverine Canyon, they<br />
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Their first child, Lula Vera Miller, was born on 6 February 1896. Augusta Wadsworth was the midwife who cared for Ada. </div>
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When Lula Vera was eighteen months old, she came down with pneumonia. Ada hung blankets at all the doors and windows of their cabin. She put a poultice of flax seed on the baby's chest every fifteen minutes and kept the baby bundled up and away from open air until Lula was well. </div>
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During their first year of marriage, the federal government was sponsoring the construction of the Snake River Reservation Canal for the Fort Hall Indian reservation. Ed was an experienced canal excavator, and he averaged about six dollars per day working on the canal. He also worked on the Cedar Hollow and Foothill canals in return for water rights stock. </div>
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Ed traded some of the water stock for a nice gentle cow for Ada to milk while he was away working. At that time, there were no fences to contain the cows or other livestock; however, when milking time came each day, all Ada had to do was to tap soundly on the milk pail, and the cow would come running home for her bran mash. </div>
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Ada and Ed lived one and one half miles north of the LDS meeting house. Most of the time, they walked both ways to church. Ada was secretary of the Sunday School, while Ed taught the deacon boys. Ed was ordained an elder on 1 February 1897 and was set apart the same day as a stake missionary. Since the stake at that time was 40 miles long, Ed had to ride horseback to visit the different wards. His companion was his brother-in-law, George E. Larson. This was only the first of several stake missions Ed would serve in his lifetime. </div>
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When Ed was released after six months, he sold his homestead in Taylor, and the family moved to American Fork, Utah. Ada traveled with her husband and three-year-old Lula in a camp wagon with a white top. They stopped at Beck's Hot Springs in north Salt Lake for a meal of ham and cornbread, then continued to American Fork where they settled in. On 6 December 1898, Ada gave birth to their second child, Verna May. </div>
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In 1900, the family was quarantined with scarlet fever. Verna was eighteen months old and Lula was four and a half. This was Thanksgiving time, and the Church sent the quarantined family a basket filled with chicken, apples, oranges, and candy. </div>
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The Miller family lived in American Fork for two years and four months when their first son, Edward Ernest, was born 8 April 1901. Exactly one month afterward, Ed, Ada, and their children were sealed as a family in the Salt Lake Temple. </div>
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About the same time, Ed signed a contract to build a pole fence over the mountain to contain the cattle on the Thomas E. Jeremy ranch. On 10 May 1901, the Miller family moved into a new caretaker's house that had been built for them. It was a frame house with two rooms and a nice porch. A few feet away, a big river rushed by. In the heat of the summer, the river would be so low that the family could wade out into the holes and pick up the big fish. The girls carried the huge fish home in their aprons. On the opposite side of the house was a steep, wooded hill with tall pine trees and a cold spring of water. </div>
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Ed and Ada milked eight cows and sold the butter to the railway section men at Gorgorza. They also traded butter to the sheep men for mutton and lamb. Once, Ed and Ada put a milk can with a tightly fitting cap in the stream to stay cool. When they returned for the milk, they saw a big brown bear mashing and mauling the milk can in the mud. The bear picked up the can and hiked over the hill, where he tipped it up and drank from it. When he was finished, he tossed the can aside and continued over the hill. </div>
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When Ed was faced with the problem of coyotes killing the sheep, he put three lambs in a corral with a mean heifer that was hard to milk. At first, the heifer tried to kick the sheep across the yard; but soon, the heifer would roam about with them all day and even let them nurse her. She became very good at protecting the lambs. </div>
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On one camping trip, the Millers took along Ada's younger sister, Amy. Amy was eighteen at the time and was staying with them. Ed was teasing her with a porcupine quill and accidentally stuck her in the leg. When he couldn't tug the obstinate quill out, Ed finally resorted to his pocket knife and cut it out. Shortly after, a sudden electrical storm took them by surprise. Everyone was frightened and dashed to some kind of shelter. The children were temporarily separated from their parents. Amy, Lula, and the baby took shelter under a big clay ledge and watched the rain pour over the ledge like thick cream. Everyone stayed in their respective makeshift shelters<br />
until the storm was over. Afterward, to add to the comedy of mishaps, the already wounded Amy wrenched her arm as she tried to help Verna over a ditch. </div>
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On one occasion, Ada's parents, Jim and Sarah Williams, hosted a family party at Saratoga, near Lehi on the shore of Utah Lake. It was a great place for swimming and picnicking. Ed tipped Ada's sister, Lou, out of a hammock right into a muddy ditch. She had on a fine white dress. Lou gave chase, and Ed escaped her ire only by running fully clothed out into the lake. On the way home, Fred, Ada's youngest brother who was about three years old, fell through the hayrack which they were using for transportation. No one in the family missed him until they had gone a mile or so. They fearfully turned back, full of concern, but when they found Fred, he was<br />
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In October 1901, the family moved to an isolated farm at North Point, west of Salt Lake City, beyond Saltair. Although known as the "Harris place," the farm was owned by Thomas E. Jeremy. Ed had taken the farm on shares, half and half. The farm had a large house surrounded by poplars and included a large barn. Ed bought Ada a beautiful "Home Comfort" range for her kitchen with lots of pots and pans to go with it. The people on the farm before them had left behind several rabbits; consequently, the property was now alive with wild rabbits of almost every color and mixture. The rabbits would constantly dart out of one hole almost under their feet and dive out of sight into another hole. </div>
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Ed drove into Salt Lake City twice a week to visit the Hotel Utah and other hotels and restaurants in order to obtain swill for the pigs. The children couldn't wait for his return so they could scour through the swill for silverware, dishes, or other treasures the restaurant workers had negligently tossed out with the swill. </div>
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During their entire stay in North Point, the family felt isolated with no close neighbors. The next year, 1902, they moved to Salt Lake City. Ed got a job driving a team for the People's Forwarding Company, owned by E. E. Rich. Ed worked there for eight months, then took a job in the roundhouse at the Oregon Short Line Railroad shops. He worked at this job almost two years </div>
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In 1904, when Ada was about to have her fourth child, she went with her children to American<br />
Fork to be with her mother. Ada's daughter, Lula, later related how, when the birthing time arrived, the children watched the midwife arrive in her buggy. All of the visiting kids-Ivy, Verna, Fred, Verda, Irvin, little Ed, and Lula-gathered around the midwife while she tied her horse, and they eyed an important-looking satchel which the midwife had set on the ground. </div>
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Each of the children knew who the midwife was and vaguely understood that she was the one<br />
who brought the babies. They were disappointed when they didn't see a baby on the scene, and eight-year-old Lula forthrightly demanded, ''Where's the baby?" The midwife smiled and whispered, "Be quiet and run away, or you'll wake it up-it's in the satchel!" Lula didn't believe her and instantly snatched up the satchel. She ran down the hill with all of the rest of the children following after. When she opened the satchel, of course there was no baby. It was quite a shock for the young children. When Ellis Marion Miller was born 14 April 1904, Lula was so peeved, she refused to come see the baby!</div>
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The family's next move was to the E. E. Rich farm in Farmington. This farm had rolling hills, big trees and a river. The meadow had lots of tall green grass and an abundance of colorful "darning needle" dragonflies which the girls like to catch and pin on pictures. Ada's sister, May, spent a lot of time with them. After a fresh rain, the mushrooms grew thick in the meadow. The girls took their baskets in early morning and gathered mushrooms. The family enjoyed numerous picnics in the meadow. </div>
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They had a mean rooster on this farm. Every time he saw the girls with bare legs, he would fly at them and peck their legs until they would bleed. The farm also had an old turkey and a duck who were always fighting. The turkey would peck the duck's head and eyes until they would bleed, and the duck would pluck the turkey's breast feathers all out, most of the time taking all the skin off, too. It was hard to tell which side won any of the fights. </div>
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While living on the Farmington property, Ada and Ed had a third son, Lester Williams Miller, born 9 August 1905. When Ada knew Lester was due to be born, she packed lunches for all the kids and sent them for the day to Lagoon. They returned late in the day to a new baby brother. Lester was blessed in the 17th Ward, Salt Lake City. </div>
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The following October, the Millers moved back to Salt Lake City. They moved from Center Street into a home on Seventh West. It was an old brick house with no plumbing, but with an outhouse in the back yard. The outhouse had a tin drawer in the bottom which once a week was cleaned by the city in the middle of the night. Forever afterward, the children felt it was a privilege anytime they were able to use an inside bathroom. </div>
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While living on Seventh West, little three-year-old Ed drank a bottle of Castoria cough medicine and it drugged him. Ada called the doctor. The doctor told her not to let him go to sleep, but to keep him in the open and moving. So Ada and May walked him up and down the sidewalk until the doctor came. The doctor gave Ed a hypodermic shot in the arm to make him vomit. Ed was<br />
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In February 1906, Ed got a job as a conductor with the streetcar company in Salt Lake City. He stayed at this job for twelve years. Ed swung along the running board and collected the fares.<br />
When it stormed, he and the motorman unfurled the flapping canvas side curtains to cover the open sides. When a passenger got off, he raised the canvas and climbed down. If an electrical storm started, the motorman stopped the car. The conductor would get off and grab a long pole with a hook at the end. The conductor would then reach the pole above the trolley's roof and use the hook to pull the electric conducting rod away from the overhead wires that supplied the trolley's power. </div>
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Sometimes, mischievous boys would tie objects together and toss them over the wires in order to snag the trolley conducting rod and kick it away from the electric power. With the electrical circuit broken, the trolley would stop. The conductor would have to step out with his pole and use it to carefully guide the conducting rod back to the power line and reconnect the circuit. To the delight of any watching boys, some unusual language might accompany the process ...</div>
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Saturdays were picnic days, and everyone would crowd onto Ed's street car: women in peekaboo shirt waists and bird-trimmed hats; mustached young men in striped jackets and derbies with shoe boxes full of sandwiches and deviled eggs; and, often, someone with a mandolin. They would sing "In the Good Old Summer Time," "The End of a Perfect Day," and other currently popular songs. The girls wore starched white dresses. Young boys always wore short pants and long black stockings.</div>
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The Miller family and the Bills family shared the same house, each having their own side in a duplex arrangement. On one occasion, one of the Bills children contracted smallpox; consequently, all of the occupants of the house, including the Miller family, were placed under quarantine. Ed was fumigated and allowed to leave the house so he could work, but he could not return inside the house. He was allowed to bring the groceries just to the gate. None of Ada's family got smallpox, but they had to endure the inconvenience of the quarantine. </div>
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One day, Ada suddenly collapsed. Lula ran to get Mrs. Bills who called the doctor used by Ed's streetcar union. Dr. Benedict had Ada on the operating table within twenty minutes. She had a tubal pregnancy, and her tube had burst. There were no blood transfusions then, and as Lula later related, the hospital staff had to put five gallons of salt water through Ada's veins. Ada was very ill and remained in the hospital for a long time. She was still nursing one-year-old Lester, and to make matters worse, all of her children contracted whooping cough while she was<br />
hospitalized. Ed worked nights so that he could be home with the children during the day. Mrs. Astor, a neighbor who lived on the comer, helped by bringing oranges and bananas. Lula did most of the household chores and cared for the younger children. </div>
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On a later occasion, while Ada was writing letters at night, her children scared some mice from the hallway. While the children were chasing the mice, Ada suddenly give a loud scream and<br />
collapsed in a faint on the floor. The children found Ada with one hand clenched tight against her dress at her thigh. When Ada came to, she called for Lula to quickly help strip her clothes from her legs. There, right next to her skin where Ada had slapped it, was a mouse squeezed flat and mashed. Ada almost fainted again.</div>
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Ed and Ada maintained a chicken coop. They would trade eggs for wieners from the butcher and candy from a little candy store. Indians would also visit them and ask for "peechy," suga," and anything else they could think of. Ada always filled their bags and sent them happily on their way. </div>
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Ada's parents, James and Sarah Williams, lived on Grape Street (now named Almond Street, just north of the present-day LDS Conference Center). Grandpa Williams made Scotch meat pies and had a small restaurant on First South street. He had a large oven built into the hillside by his home. Ada's boys would load up a red wagon with pies and big cans of broth and pull the wagon and goods a block or two down to their grandpa's shop. </div>
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Ed bought a house on Roosevelt Avenue just south of Liberty Park and built a small house. At that time, this was considered ''way out in the country." The next spring, 1911, Lula became seriously ill after a play practice at school. When she arrived home, she was shivering, so she sat on the large oven door to get warm. Still she shivered, then she lost consciousness with a high fever. She was put to bed with double pneumonia for almost three weeks. Ada made a poultice of Denver mud and put on her chest. Her hands were tied to the bed so that she would not scratch her chest. The doctor told Ed and Ada nothing more could be done. It was Thanksgiving day when Grandpa James Williams came into the bedroom and laid his hands on Lula's head and gave her a blessing. He said, "You will get well. You are to bring to earth some of God's choicest spirits and you will have a long and wonderful life." Lula said she heard every word of the blessing. Lula did recover and lived a long life. However, during the illness, Lula lost all of her hair. Ada made her an Indian headpiece out of braided black silk stockings, and Lula was still able to be Pocahontas in the school play. </div>
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In January 1912, Ed took an option to buy 120 acres of dry farm land located in the southernmost part of Tooele County, just two miles directly south of the Lofgreen train station on the Union Pacific route. This was part of an area that had once been full of lush grass, but overgrazing by cattle ranchers in the late 1800s had turned the land back into pure desert. Experimental dry farming in this area had recently shown that wheat and lucerne crops might be successfully grown to replace the sage and juniper that now predominated. Ed's interest was piqued, and he thought he might succeed as well. Within two years, Ed and Ada signed a promissory note to Matilda Harding to take formal possession of the Lofgreen property. About the same time, Ed and Ada acquired an extra 80 acres adjoining the first property through a $200 patent obtained from the state of Utah. A few months later, Ed raised some needed<br />
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Ed and Ada were also trying to develop an additional 80 acres of homestead land south of the Tooele County line in Juab County, about 10 miles southeast of the Lofgreen properties. Ed and Ada's immediate neighbors in Juabe County were Ada's parents and Ada's brother-in-law and sister, Mel and Olive Wiseman, whose families were attempting to homestead adjoining properties. </div>
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Ada and the children moved onto the farmland, but only stayed the summers while Ed remained in Salt Lake. He sold their Salt Lake home to finance the Lofgreen farm and rented another house in the city. At the end of summers, the family moved back in time for school in September. They lived in Forest Dale in Salt Lake until 1918 . During this time, Ada and Ed had three more children: George Lee Miller was born 29 November 1912, but died the next day; Edna Maxine was born 21 September 1915; and Lorraine Beth was born 29 August 1917. Ed and Ada had nine children in all. </div>
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Ed and Ada found that the success that previous dry farms had enjoyed in Tooele and Juab Counties had been a transitory mirage. Drought conditions now prevailed, and farmers in the area were fighting a bitter battle with the stubborn desert environment. </div>
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In the fall of 1921, Ed traded the 120-acre Lofgreen dry farm for a small farm in Uintah, Utah, at the mouth of Weber Canyon. They raised white turkeys, ducks and chickens. Ed also managed a dairy farm in connection with the Miller Fox Farm. Ed and Ada farmed there for ten years. During that time, Ed served in a number of positions in the Mount Ogden Stake, including stake missionary. He was ordained a high priest in the LDS Church on 23 December 1923 by Fred G. Taylor. </div>
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Between 1927 and 1929, Ed and Ada took a hiatus from their farm in Uintah, Utah, and moved to Los Angeles, California, where some of their married children were living, and tried a new enterprise. They opened a small restaurant and pie shop. Their specialty was hot meat pies and fruit pies. </div>
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In Ed's younger days, his hair was thick and black, but his hair started to tum grey when he was only 27 years old. By now, it was pure white, making it hard to otherwise obtain jobs. Once, he let his daughter-in-law dye his hair. This was rather a joke, as his hair turned more orange than dark. </div>
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In 1931, Ed and Ada sold the farm in Uintah and moved to Silverton, Oregon. There they rented a home for five months. They kept open house for the Mormon missionaries having two with them for much of the time. To help ends meet, the family worked as pickers in the nearby hop fields during the summer harvest. Their next move was to Salem, Oregon. The depression was on, and two married daughters, Lula and Verna, and their young families all came to Salem. They rented a large house for $10.00 a month and went into the baking business. Their three youngest children were still with them, and with grandchildren, 17 people lived together in the large nine-room house. </div>
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At first, they didn't have a stove, but they made do by using heavy foil and baking bread on an<br />
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After buying the range, they used Grandpa William's recipe to make Scotch meat pies and<br />
sold them. Soon there were more orders than they could fill. They even catered some parties.<br />
Ed cut the wood while Ada and the girls kept the oven full. They made about 20 loaves of bread<br />
and 30 pies a day. Ada also did sewing to help out. While living in Salem, Ed served in the branch presidency and Ada was the Relief Society President. </div>
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Although times were tough, Christmas that year was wonderful with so many family members present. The day after Christmas in 1933, the two sons-in-law left for employment in Oakland, California. The following April, Lula and Verna, with their children, followed their husbands to Oakland. Ada's children Harold and Edna also went to Oakland to get work. Ed and Ada, with their youngest daughter, Lorraine, stayed the summer with their son Ellis on his dry farm about 35 miles southeast of Salem, Oregon. </div>
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In the fall of 1934, Ed and Ada also moved to Oakland. Work was still scarce, and Ed had a difficult time finding employment. For about six years in succession, he was the Santa Claus of choice for the H.C. Capwell Company in Oakland. Ed, always cheerful and personable, enjoyed<br />
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Ada was actively engaged in doing genealogy work, spurred in great part by a dream she had one night. In the dream, Ada entered the spirit world and encountered a number of white-clothed spiritual beings. Ada expected to receive a warm greeting; instead, however, she saw each of the spirits coldly and disdainfully tum their backs to her. Ada was dismayed. When she awoke, she took the dream as a warning that she had neglected the temple work of many people, and she decided to make amends. </div>
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In 1939, Ada wrote: " ...I have my permanent genealogy book finished up to date. It is grand. I wish you could see it. I mean all the records [are] up-to-date, and now the thing is, get busy and do the work that is unfinished, and keep adding sheets, and work them out in a complete chain ...I wake up in the night doing genealogy. I feel like this is to be the rest of my life's work now, and I am not going to shirk my duty and privilege." </div>
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During World War II, Ada and Ed moved to San Jose, California, to be near their daughter Verna while her husband was overseas. They moved again to Oakland in 1944 to be with their daughter Lorraine when her husband was at sea. </div>
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On 11 March 1945, Ed and Ada celebrated their Golden Wedding anniversary. Their oldest daughter Lula, marked the celebration by giving them an open house at her home in Oakland.</div>
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In October 1945, Ada and Ed moved nearby to Alameda, California, and established a permanent home. Ed and Ada were called to be LDS stake missionaries in November 1946. They served faithfully in many callings in the Dimond Ward. </div>
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Ada died 24 April 1953 in Oakland, California, while staying at her daughter Lula's home. Ada was 76 years old. She was buried 29 April 1953 in the Bountiful, Utah, Cemetery. Ed survived Ada only five months, passing away on 26 September 1953. He was 81 years old. He was buried beside Ada in the Bountiful, Utah, Cemetery on 1 October 1953.<br />
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ADA MARION (WILLIAMS) MILLER.<br />
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According to the request and in the authority of the Holy Priesthood I lay my hands upon thy head and give unto thee a Patriarchal Blessing that you may rejoice in the Lord thy God, who has watched over thee and preserved thee all thy days until the present moment of time, that you may receive every blessing that has been promised to His faithful children. For you were numbered among the spiritual Israel before this world was, and was among them who choose the right way before our Father, and have come to earth to receive these gifts and blessings which belong to the chosen seed, as you are of the seed of Abraham thru the lineage of Ephraim, a true daughter of Israel, and will receive every blessing that will enable thee to overcome and sit down in the kingdom of heaven. I bless thee as a mother in Israel endowed with every womanly virtue, worthy of the trust that the Father has reposed in thee by sending thee choice spirits that call you, mother, which is the greatest gift that God can bestow upon His worthy daughters in Israel, to be mothers of his trust and responsibility in the Kingdom of God, workers in Zion, and to their generations there will be no end. </div>
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I bless you with the spirit of wisdom, and the desire to comprehend the principles of Eternal Salvation both for thine own good and the blessing of others. Your talent and ability will be greatly enlarged among the people of the Lord, and your influence for good and righteousness will be felt with those with whom you labor among the little ones, and it will bear fruit in their lives in days to come to the honor of our Heavenly Father, as thy teachings will be as an anchor in their souls, and the Lord will accept of this thy labor and crown it with success for His name sake and glory. </div>
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I bless thee with the temporal blessings of life to feed thy family and comfort others in their need and help build up Zion. Continue to put thy trust in the Lord and he will overrule all things for thy good, and thy days will be prolonged that you may see the salvation of Zion for the time is near when the Prince of Peace will come to earth to reign in righteousness. The spirit of Elijah will rest upon thee that you may joy in the redemption of thy kindred, who were worthy men and women, who waited for the hour of redemption which has come to this dispensation thru the ordinances of the everlasting Gospel which you and thy family can perform for them in the temples of the Lord. </div>
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Listen to the Still Small Voice of the Comforter and it will enlighten thy mind, open thy understanding, and reveal the truths of salvation, and be an anchor to thy soul in all thy trials and afflictions, while the mighty purposes of the Lord in this generation will be made known to thee for thine own good and the blessing and preservation of thy family, for the spirit of discernment will rest upon thee and you shall know the path of duty and safety, and have courage to walk therein, for thru thy faithfulness and integrity the Lord will never forsake thee until you are brought back with thy companion and family into his eternal presence. And when the destroyer passes over the earth, he will pass by thy abode and leave thee and thy family in peace, as he has promised to his faithful ones. </div>
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I seal this blessing upon thee with all others that the Father sees will be for thy good and happiness, and enable thee to fill the mission with honor to thyself and the glory of our Heavenly Father and seal thee up to Eternal Life to come forth in the morning of the first resurrection, a savior among thy kindred and friends. </div>
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Resource: Autobiography of Edward Emerson Miller, 1950<br />
Autobiography of Lula Miller McCarthy<br />
Family records of Bernita Tanner McCarthy<br />
Family records of Lucy Williams Price<br />
Family records of Anna La Vona Cox Topham<br />
Family records of Marilyn Brady Elkins </div>
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-48239617848210595872015-05-28T00:30:00.000-07:002020-07-14T17:40:31.926-07:00ALBERT ANDERSON 1879-1962[<b>Ancestral Link</b>: Marguerite Anderson (Miller), daughter of Albert Anderson.]<br />
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Albert Anderson Services in L.A.<br />
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Funeral services will be held in Los Angeles for Albert Anderson, who died today in a local hospital following a short illness. He was 83.</div>
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Mr. Anderson, (can't read address), was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and a veteran of the Spanish American War.</div>
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He is survived by one daughter, Mrs. Mary L. Stover, of Albuquerque.</div>
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Strong-Thorne is in charge of arrangements.</div>
<b>Albuquerque Tribune, July 27, 1962.</b><br />
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-67668350641586817382015-05-27T00:00:00.000-07:002020-07-14T17:46:32.652-07:00HANNAH ANDERSON (JOHNSTUN) (ANDERSON) 1886-1953[<b>Ancestral Link</b>: Marguerite Anderson (Miller), daughter of Hannah Anderson (Anderson).<br />
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<b>Married on Monday.</b><br />
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Bishop Horsley last Monday evening united in marriage Jared Almon Johnstun of Harper and Miss Hannah Anderson of Price. In the evening the bride and groom gave their wedding dance at Town Hall, it being very largely attended and one of the most enjoyable affairs of its kind for a long time. The groom is the son of Don C. Johnstun of Nine Mile, the bride being the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Erastus Anderson of Price. A host of friends throughout Carbon county extend congratulations.<br />
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<b>JARED ALMON JOHNSTUN OBITUARY</b></div>
<b>The following story appeared in the Eastern Utah Advocate on 26 Nov 1903.</b><br />
"ALMA JOHNSTUN PASSES AWAY VERY SUDDENLY"<br />
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"J.A. Johnstun Died in this city last Friday about noon of diphtheria, aged about 23 years. The burial took place Saturday noon, but on account of the nature of the disease from which the young man passed away, no funeral services were held. The deceased was married only about three months since to Miss Hannah Anderson of Price, and leaves a widow to mourn the untimely taking off of a devoted husband and an exemplary young man. Deceased was the son of Don C. Johnstun of Nine Mile section and had been practically reared in Carbon county.<br />
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Hundreds of friends throughout Eastern Utah extend their deepest sympathy to the afflected ones."<br />
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30 November 1905, Price, Carbon, Utah, USA<br />
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"Since our last issue County Clerk and Recorder Holdaway has issued the following licenses to wed. Albert Anderson and Mrs Hannah Johnstun, Price."<br />
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<b>Baby Born to Mrs Hannah Johnstun</b><br />
19 May 1904, Price, Carbon, Utah, USA<br />
The following appeared in the Eastern Utah Advocate on 19 March 1904<br />
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"Mrs. Alma Johnstun (should read Mrs. Jared Johnstun) is the mother of a bright little son that came to her home a few days ago. It will be remembered that Mr. Johnstun died but recently of diptheria."<br />
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The little boy (born on 12 May 1904) was named George Almon (or George A.J. Johnstun). The boy was later adopted by Albert Anderson, Hannah's second husband. </div>
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-47177327091645344962015-05-26T00:30:00.000-07:002020-07-14T18:00:38.216-07:00JAMES CLARK WILLIAMS 1854-1925<div align="left">
[<b>Ancestral Link</b>: Harold William Miller, son of Ada Marion Williams (Miller), daughter of James Clark Williams.]</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAJBOaDvKUJWwHH_hlooVMgIPEWiHnPCvCjGo2TU_14LoiAI3NRoi59tGCQFslvUiFQRowLqKGo4CoTDgiJJOiiNy9heOPVT6BgEfWg8Q7hmFLhyX0YI3XOS0bbXDwzu1yoDptYmA0_Baw/s1600/James+Clark+Williams233.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657809105922314738" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAJBOaDvKUJWwHH_hlooVMgIPEWiHnPCvCjGo2TU_14LoiAI3NRoi59tGCQFslvUiFQRowLqKGo4CoTDgiJJOiiNy9heOPVT6BgEfWg8Q7hmFLhyX0YI3XOS0bbXDwzu1yoDptYmA0_Baw/s400/James+Clark+Williams233.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 224px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> James' last view of the Cherry Creek homestead cabin, after lockup of the cabin in October 1923.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0JdtfOm0JthmCEcnd3naAs0RX4fZvvF6dFLUq7SXTjswt2Bj2wPoUSgHCQfBdv4dEnoZhmkoshNQ_PCEDqgpGT1-mJoftQJKml-5WPkpwyyPhk6_gxGiidEe4DMEbWbwTm9GqjormPlw/s1600/James+Clark+Williams201.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657807523420179106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0JdtfOm0JthmCEcnd3naAs0RX4fZvvF6dFLUq7SXTjswt2Bj2wPoUSgHCQfBdv4dEnoZhmkoshNQ_PCEDqgpGT1-mJoftQJKml-5WPkpwyyPhk6_gxGiidEe4DMEbWbwTm9GqjormPlw/s400/James+Clark+Williams201.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 235px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> James and Sarah with daughter, Lucy Ellen Williams Price, (standing left) and grandchildren (left to right) Velma, Ralph, and cousins Marjorie and Keith Cox, in front of Jim's "starter" dugout cabin at the Cherry Creek homestead, July 1921.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYC80zPABjEb6ksQzBb1tewm00Y3NgayNnCM0C3jinUO3ounq0K9ie54tUAnIdR-udXIsIVOAS1Ia9cgi9e4MnpwqwhuXbKdtgLTfwzkp7Q05BEJ09sMYyucLP4C6j_9OHihY6dUxVmgR/s1600/James+Clark+Williams181.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657485648028403682" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYC80zPABjEb6ksQzBb1tewm00Y3NgayNnCM0C3jinUO3ounq0K9ie54tUAnIdR-udXIsIVOAS1Ia9cgi9e4MnpwqwhuXbKdtgLTfwzkp7Q05BEJ09sMYyucLP4C6j_9OHihY6dUxVmgR/s400/James+Clark+Williams181.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> Jim sights a possible dinner at Lofgren, near Tintic, Utah.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jd1d8nHa2djCy8WnKScL_HwO9D9d5uSF1LBPX-mMbkiFh9V5iZNUl8hHrPUs5cyavSl9aRUTjLPlfp900DQvK7c5_sXDoAPpJ-0AGVuHq4ddsHw9JuO0WgAYNJghTclNLBitys1NqI-I/s1600/James+Clark+Williams151.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657484013287143266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jd1d8nHa2djCy8WnKScL_HwO9D9d5uSF1LBPX-mMbkiFh9V5iZNUl8hHrPUs5cyavSl9aRUTjLPlfp900DQvK7c5_sXDoAPpJ-0AGVuHq4ddsHw9JuO0WgAYNJghTclNLBitys1NqI-I/s400/James+Clark+Williams151.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 206px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> A 1911 picnic in the foothills of Salt Lake City behind Jim's home. Left to right: Jim, granddaughter Florence Wiseman, Sarah Williams, Ada Williams Miller (holding baby Harold Miller), Ellis Miller, Edward Miller, Lester Miller, Lula Miller, Olive Williams Wiseman, and Ivy Rachel Williams.<br />
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Jim accepted office as Justice of the Peace in American Fork in 1902. As Justice, he conducted the marriage of his daughter Amy to her husband, Charles (Charl) Brems.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQGV7UakSsYZWoRlWsbFVUY5qsyFkZxWBtRgO6g41WPDegXXzZN54jbmZ8aW73FW_sbF2gP_ALGYEjTTdHGWYQJQQWtyigZ6nNGLHcXoEh6O9_YPLL4-d3PJbdOexT5kbdhCYGNC9fKyd/s1600/James+Clark+Williams61.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657136024235317778" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrQGV7UakSsYZWoRlWsbFVUY5qsyFkZxWBtRgO6g41WPDegXXzZN54jbmZ8aW73FW_sbF2gP_ALGYEjTTdHGWYQJQQWtyigZ6nNGLHcXoEh6O9_YPLL4-d3PJbdOexT5kbdhCYGNC9fKyd/s400/James+Clark+Williams61.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 252px;" /></a> George Frederick Williams at age 2 1/2. Fred died at the age of seven in 1905.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbIc6ISIwmdX_zNT9uithxAq38k4iF2Jr_jbZjUssmLbZyxDIfKBCiw6xqdon0JReozFSDf6JN0vBL7X9zxpBwP9mvNUSBstEw94Mf_-aqgg8QvqPgOIryEeO-GlOvn0MPN3cfC_7eOs-M/s1600/James+Clark+Williams24.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657133384264704466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbIc6ISIwmdX_zNT9uithxAq38k4iF2Jr_jbZjUssmLbZyxDIfKBCiw6xqdon0JReozFSDf6JN0vBL7X9zxpBwP9mvNUSBstEw94Mf_-aqgg8QvqPgOIryEeO-GlOvn0MPN3cfC_7eOs-M/s400/James+Clark+Williams24.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 279px;" /></a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJq0qOiaFtJP1o2zas143zfJZvQXiv8SP5iVMvmnuCkRgK1KCwNdSOfDgruQLxpNCjFww7C5N2Y4wb5oVmZNDc74XjvI-QQaWK6hlqhzR_Qket6w6vr19vF5yqQjYci8wunRHCbRp8wov0/s1600/James+Clark+Williams22.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657132920901041890" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJq0qOiaFtJP1o2zas143zfJZvQXiv8SP5iVMvmnuCkRgK1KCwNdSOfDgruQLxpNCjFww7C5N2Y4wb5oVmZNDc74XjvI-QQaWK6hlqhzR_Qket6w6vr19vF5yqQjYci8wunRHCbRp8wov0/s400/James+Clark+Williams22.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 264px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Jim finds a rare moment of relaxation in front of "Spring House," his Cherry Creek homesteader's cabin, in the West Tintic area of Juab County. The cabin was built to take advantage of a natural spring located by Jim with a divining rod. (After Jim died, the cabin was moved to property owned by his son-in-law, Arnold Ekker.) Photo taken in 1922.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3x__d4-igGTRv1Y1lf9bR-vrrDrq9crCoK4Y-pZWYNFl7OFXI-pfpHYkd5WA1biF1cY7MPS3ueLUVvzhHqeZIYEhcRpHjKzcblhv2CqZe65_YOp57x7Ip93Ol2xekJHmLGYYJ0JtXK5YR/s1600/James+Clark+Williams21.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657132469341557234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3x__d4-igGTRv1Y1lf9bR-vrrDrq9crCoK4Y-pZWYNFl7OFXI-pfpHYkd5WA1biF1cY7MPS3ueLUVvzhHqeZIYEhcRpHjKzcblhv2CqZe65_YOp57x7Ip93Ol2xekJHmLGYYJ0JtXK5YR/s400/James+Clark+Williams21.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 244px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Jim and Sarah at work to get rid of the tall sagebrush at the Cherry Creek homestead. Daughter-in-law, Marie (Jay's wife), is helping.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUpBwAgjZpNtmdl6dXtm-AJcFZoSQbgtydu8TqGp_iooYhtz5oj_-FH5AoX2Y1fTTbk72xOt0UBSVugLnAJBFXOc7TWseHea1-t-FWe0peSxjii-wERcVHHcoAgXMsHvwKZ5BkCOVuTSY/s1600/James+Clark+Williams20.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657132044279842786" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKUpBwAgjZpNtmdl6dXtm-AJcFZoSQbgtydu8TqGp_iooYhtz5oj_-FH5AoX2Y1fTTbk72xOt0UBSVugLnAJBFXOc7TWseHea1-t-FWe0peSxjii-wERcVHHcoAgXMsHvwKZ5BkCOVuTSY/s400/James+Clark+Williams20.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 280px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmqu364A6vnuPb78SgHgdvINHSaysxS250CUpypiHqekO2hP79HQ_m19_hh96iw9Oom4RVQZtI96uN_fhmBcd9ZtId7KkZ_iWqx4hf57qXlclSLvSoiR4cYEQgZahjKms49mSoTuYWHOo/s1600/James+Clark+Williams19.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657131241538352482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmmqu364A6vnuPb78SgHgdvINHSaysxS250CUpypiHqekO2hP79HQ_m19_hh96iw9Oom4RVQZtI96uN_fhmBcd9ZtId7KkZ_iWqx4hf57qXlclSLvSoiR4cYEQgZahjKms49mSoTuYWHOo/s400/James+Clark+Williams19.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 222px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> Beginning in the summer of 1918, and continuing until at least 1922, the extended Williams family conducted an annual family camp out at Grandpa and Grandma Williams' Cherry Creek ranch. Provisionally identified in this 1918 photo are (left to right to the rear): Jay and Maria Williams, Charl and Amy Brems, James C. Williams, Ed and Ada Miller, Olive and Fred Wiseman, Ivy Williams, Sarah Rogers Williams, "Sadie" Williams Cox, Nephi Cox, Lavona Cox, Clarence Cox, Lester Miller (in tie), and Mel Wiseman. In front are Merle Wiseman (?), unidentified, Florence Wiseman (holding sister Marjorie), Mildred Brems, and James Cox. (Some of these identifications, especially of the children, are uncertain.)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHm9kmouwjur8jSsmzqDN5awPzj0lsIIrx7A06y2HE3JZKjekPt49Hwo0ZIA69nQ1xvq9ltnTyGpNGdcY3FcHUUgL4nqUsXc1s73Yaq2adxh0fqwbYHeeJgW0Uojikx5kYOYglSVyfht0/s1600/James+Clark+Williams18.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657130856099861554" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitHm9kmouwjur8jSsmzqDN5awPzj0lsIIrx7A06y2HE3JZKjekPt49Hwo0ZIA69nQ1xvq9ltnTyGpNGdcY3FcHUUgL4nqUsXc1s73Yaq2adxh0fqwbYHeeJgW0Uojikx5kYOYglSVyfht0/s400/James+Clark+Williams18.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 230px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>James Clark Williams, Scotsman turned frontiersman, in front of his self-built log cabin on the Lofgren, Utah, homestead, about 1917.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-dRXcJ48_qQaBCaSLwgDFf5R24tj0Py8kPrls8ffUOmVvYrOJrQjB5LQ4DxE8zMN0a6hP5e_f2uclZ-W1GLicuA_E9RtU4baVD-h8AmlKPwCH_pzgibNAm_uPRSpKYO2-k6OU49DkXN1/s1600/James+Clark+Williams17.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657130453044203874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU-dRXcJ48_qQaBCaSLwgDFf5R24tj0Py8kPrls8ffUOmVvYrOJrQjB5LQ4DxE8zMN0a6hP5e_f2uclZ-W1GLicuA_E9RtU4baVD-h8AmlKPwCH_pzgibNAm_uPRSpKYO2-k6OU49DkXN1/s400/James+Clark+Williams17.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 275px;" /></a>James and Sarah set up "Winter Quarters" in the Lofgren dugout cabin. Jim later built a log home over the dugout. About 1917.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxVTSx0YJxN5boO0AFIuLqzSXV4LWStxaiKdX1dNOYUD2qp2uE3mEU2GQJRiodrPVIlfTK_sdVpfjeo5_XqqZ8OfCFcvqg6b7j_MsbHagbnTynMjQSWfEBkQJTrSKNISX07wFFJELsn1F/s1600/James+Clark+Williams16.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657130089736717922" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcxVTSx0YJxN5boO0AFIuLqzSXV4LWStxaiKdX1dNOYUD2qp2uE3mEU2GQJRiodrPVIlfTK_sdVpfjeo5_XqqZ8OfCFcvqg6b7j_MsbHagbnTynMjQSWfEBkQJTrSKNISX07wFFJELsn1F/s400/James+Clark+Williams16.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 246px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>A Williams family gathering believed to be 1912. Left to right: Ed Miller, Fred Wiseman, Lucy Williams Price, Clarence Cox (with hand to brow), Amy Williams Brems (to rear), Florence Wiseman (partly obscured holding doll), Mel Wiseman (wearing cap), Olive Williams Wiseman, Ivy Williams (beside Mel), Lula Miller (holding baby, believed to be Ralph Price), Sarah Rogers Williams, May (Mabel) Williams Fox Duncombe (behind Sarah), Verna Miller (in plaid), Clarence Nephi Cox, Ada Miller, Sadie (Sarah) Williams Cox, Ed Miller Jr., and Angus Price.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNAIOexhdnojhfhOjaAKLurwfMJDmS5iaeSQAz3XDErIq8wNWjMyhszkKZF-nvZaEaEpuBVfSBN4lHYrao7SOcW8wxEVG9ENY3zTfsvq6FQtMXMKGI2DMTByJvgR3cGGRbsD_IX6kh_1p/s1600/James+Clark+Williams15.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657129392573494210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNAIOexhdnojhfhOjaAKLurwfMJDmS5iaeSQAz3XDErIq8wNWjMyhszkKZF-nvZaEaEpuBVfSBN4lHYrao7SOcW8wxEVG9ENY3zTfsvq6FQtMXMKGI2DMTByJvgR3cGGRbsD_IX6kh_1p/s400/James+Clark+Williams15.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 304px;" /></a>James and his helper, "Sam," at work for the Denver and Rio Grande Railroad in Salt Lake City.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3YkSh-3mojCuMzZ2NAtQu0XN-ku8-vpfguuqnasWsM0oQHPsRJwmJ837ZwwFo0vDPD8BbpsIrIs3_WeZiGKNMc0OiTgArOIf4fMdf1RMRD4BdPlK-v60ZsZKiLj4Fzz4WxryFas8ONFPl/s1600/James+Clark+Williams14.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657128853668133234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3YkSh-3mojCuMzZ2NAtQu0XN-ku8-vpfguuqnasWsM0oQHPsRJwmJ837ZwwFo0vDPD8BbpsIrIs3_WeZiGKNMc0OiTgArOIf4fMdf1RMRD4BdPlK-v60ZsZKiLj4Fzz4WxryFas8ONFPl/s400/James+Clark+Williams14.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 283px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> James C. Williams was proud of his Scots heritage. He and his family were staunch supporters of the "Thistle Club" in Salt Lake City. Here, Jim stands on the club parade float, in bowler hat with hand to chin. His youngest daughter, Ivy, dressed in her Scots plaid, stands tall below Jim, second from right. This parade appears to have taken place on Main Street about 1906, and possibly took place on the 24th of July as part of the Pioneer Days celebration.<br />
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James Williams' "Hot Scotch Pie" Recipe (as provided to Angus and Lucy Price by James while operating his "Hot Scotch Pie" restaurant in Salt Lake City, circa 1907)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLajzUKb4QNECqnEpvNMabWC6clxr3DIEijt6dZwH8a6LB-SwfFJBqwPW5nW103TKNfj47jKCEFToj66n8ZGvdJWc-7SkP0lz_RgMSGD-jqWmBFRm_0Z8XsgHW0TeAS4CbMqJtef2ilYlM/s1600/James+Clark+Williams5.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657062178581756770" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLajzUKb4QNECqnEpvNMabWC6clxr3DIEijt6dZwH8a6LB-SwfFJBqwPW5nW103TKNfj47jKCEFToj66n8ZGvdJWc-7SkP0lz_RgMSGD-jqWmBFRm_0Z8XsgHW0TeAS4CbMqJtef2ilYlM/s400/James+Clark+Williams5.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 284px;" /></a>James with daughter, Lucy (left), and wife Sarah Rogers Williams, probably about 1898.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukd0Mxf5CDFiK-h-z8G-jYujp61Lc9P_YJ6AZo6TBNKIhtNANF3zJDB-Pna7HOju9Uh1A0MRHbDcKXt1Oj1mJRhlM63Z_YfWXIZN0XLncPrKd1Jq92FEsFtBXpH4Wih6J2UTwAJXCzIwO/s1600/James+Clark+Williams4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657061893291266114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhukd0Mxf5CDFiK-h-z8G-jYujp61Lc9P_YJ6AZo6TBNKIhtNANF3zJDB-Pna7HOju9Uh1A0MRHbDcKXt1Oj1mJRhlM63Z_YfWXIZN0XLncPrKd1Jq92FEsFtBXpH4Wih6J2UTwAJXCzIwO/s400/James+Clark+Williams4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 273px;" /></a> The James Clark Williams Family, about 1894. Back row: May, Ada, Lucy. Middle row: Sarah Porter Rogers Williams (holding baby Jay), Amy, James Clark Williams; front row: Olive and Sadie. (James' beard later disappeared, but the mustache and Scots brogue stayed.)<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8O5qegj4SKWZcpqrMflRJyYLrGc0LnV_ymehxsWkWyyIPt_vK0EcNgaVszoprFkGGPhKfAo93_RnSXbu6DMHeuMg9TIcVrRqogI1Lv6OAdmdGlo8RH8op9YCgfvVlyPX3woL1TkZbnrJ2/s1600/James+Clark+Williams3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657061628543731490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8O5qegj4SKWZcpqrMflRJyYLrGc0LnV_ymehxsWkWyyIPt_vK0EcNgaVszoprFkGGPhKfAo93_RnSXbu6DMHeuMg9TIcVrRqogI1Lv6OAdmdGlo8RH8op9YCgfvVlyPX3woL1TkZbnrJ2/s400/James+Clark+Williams3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 255px;" /></a> James poses in a Salt Lake photo studio, possibly about the time he was called as a missionary to New Zealand.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9p9NF4UnSanZ84-_Nzs2CkKelRQ2cTTrPyu1nv6uBJz386vhcxlRFv6EjXRWJ3KqFNvHAYATLxKHhHt4b4-ifpu1v2WqSn3txCdci8l_39iBbUkGegATR4GDTuUX8yGf5VdXOWxva8BLb/s1600/6520744_1075786175%255B1%255D.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650093539714768258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9p9NF4UnSanZ84-_Nzs2CkKelRQ2cTTrPyu1nv6uBJz386vhcxlRFv6EjXRWJ3KqFNvHAYATLxKHhHt4b4-ifpu1v2WqSn3txCdci8l_39iBbUkGegATR4GDTuUX8yGf5VdXOWxva8BLb/s400/6520744_1075786175%255B1%255D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 188px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 250px;" /></a>Birth: October 15, 1854, Kirkcaldy, Scotland<br />
Death: June 13, 1925, Union, Salt Lake County, Utah, USA<br />
Parents: Alexander Williams and Catherine Clark, both born in Scotland<br />
Married Sarah Rogers<br />
Death Certificate State of Utah<br />
Spouse: Sarah Williams Rogers Denny (1858 - 1945)<br />
Burial: Salt Lake City Cemetery, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah, USA -<br />
Plot: O_10_16_1_EN2<br />
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<b>JAMES CLARK WILLIAMS</b>(Son of Alexander Williams and Catherine Clarke)<br />
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James Clark Williams was born 15 October 1854 in Kirkcaldy, Fifeshire, Scotland. He was the son of Alexander Williams and Catherine Clarke. When he was fourteen, he left school to go to work for his uncle, John Buchanan Williams, who had a large bakery business and several retail shops. His desire was to learn to be a baker. He served five years as an apprentice and became a journeyman baker. Jim worked in Edinburgh as a foreman for a year and nine months. He got first-class references from both places and became a master baker. </div>
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In later years, Jim enjoyed telling his grandchildren about his early life. As a young apprentice, Jim would be assigned to stand in his bare feet on a big table. Helpers would place a huge amount of dough on the table, and Jim would step into it and move his legs up and down to mix the dough. Helpers would stand at each corner of the table to flop the dough back to the middle as Jim continued to mix it with his feet and legs. The loaves were then molded by hand and baked in large rock ovens. </div>
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Jim always chuckled when he told the story about a time when he was a young boy delivering bread. Bread was delivered very early in the morning while it was still hot, and the loaves were carried on a board supported on his head. It had been raining the night before, and the streets were muddy and slippery. He took a large step over a puddle and slipped, spilling the bread loaves in the mud. Knowing that there wouldn't be any more bread baked until the next day, he took a penknife and scraped the mud from each loaf and proceeded to deliver it to his customers. Jim was always fond of travel, and when he was nineteen years old, he decided to start a business of his own in another country. He attended lectures about New Zealand with a pal, "Alick" Cameron. James made his decision and left Scotland on 18 March 1874 as second steward on the ship "Dunedin," bound for Canterbury, New Zealand, with 400 immigrants on board. (This was the first of a total of six trans-oceanic voyages Jim was to make in his lifetime.) <br />
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The ship being short on skilled labor, Jim was appointed assistant to the chief steward, serving the first class cabins and officers. The chief steward was too fond of his liquor, and as the cruise continued, most of his duties descended on Jim. When the ship arrived at Port Littleton, New Zealand, on 3 July 1874, the Captain offered James the position of chief steward if he would make the return trip to Scotland, but James refused the position and uniform. He wanted to stay in New Zealand. <br />
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Jim and his companion Alick traveled over most of the north and south islands. They were both sincere members of the United Brethren church, and when they were miles away from anyone else, they used to meet together on Sundays and have their Sabbath meetings alone. Finally, Alick went to Auckland. He later sent for Jim, stating that he had a job for him. Jim joumeyed to Auckland and made his home there. He took letters of introduction with him to the Cook Street Christian Brethren church. <br />
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In Auckland, James met Sarah Porter Rogers, and "Jimmie" and Sarah were married 11 October 1876 by Reverend W. McDonald, a Scotch minister of Episcopal denomination. Their first child, Ada, was born 14 July 1877, and on 4 July 1879, their second child, Edith Mable ("May"), was born. <br />
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Sarah also belonged to the Christian Brethren church in Auckland. In 1880, when Mormon missionaries arrived, a few of the Christian Brethren went to some of the LDS meetings out of curiosity and looked in on the formal public debates held at that time between the Christian Brethren and the Mormons. The result was that several families joined the LDS church in March 1880, among them James and Sarah. They were baptized 18 March 1880 in the graving dock in Auckland by Elder John P. Sorenson. Jim Williams was ordained an elder on 6 June 1880 by John P. Sorenson. <br />
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[Note by James Clark William's wife, Sarah:]<br />
It was my husband's custom to always rise early, and when he worked at the biscuit factory in Auckland, he had to be at work at 7:00 a.m. He would get up soon after five, as he had a long walk of several miles to his work. He would make the fire and get some water boiling for his "burgoo." Burgoo is a Scotch breakfast dish made by pouring boiling water in a bowl half full of course steel-cut oatmeal. He would put a good sized lump of butter in the middle and some salt, then stir until of the right consistence. Ada and May were very fond of that and would get up in their nighties to have some of day's burgoo before he went to work. He would also help prepare the older ones for bed while I took care of the baby. Then after prayers, he put them in bed. He then had them sing with him, "Oh Ye Mountains High" and others, but that seemed to be the<br />
favorite. And how those dear little one could sing - Ada could sing up and down the scale before she could talk, and the others came along in due time. [End of note.] <br />
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Shortly after joining the Church in Auckland, James was set apart as first counselor in the local LDS branch under President Nicholas H. Groesbeck, of Springville, Utah. Although there was no active persecution of Mormons in Auckland, Jim Williams and other new LDS converts now found it difficult to find new employment, and they frequently heard the refrain, ''We've no place for Mormons!" <br />
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Jim decided to join the company of Saints which Elder Groesbeck was organizing to immigrate to Utah. They left 18 March 1882, two years to the day from when Jim and his family were baptized. James left his family behind, fully expecting to prepare a home for them in Utah before he sent for them. However, after his arrival in Salt Lake City, James came to the notice of the LDS Church Presidency. After he had been in Utah about six months, they had a conference with him, with the result that James was called to return to Auckland as a full-time missionary. He was set apart by George Q. Cannon who promised that he would go in safety and return in safety with his wife and family. This was verified in every detail. Jiin left Utah in September 1882. <br />
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In those days, missionaries traveled without "purse or scrip." James had money to pay his way to San Francisco and enough more for room rent for three days before the ship sailed. He figured he had barely enough left over to pay the first $50 towards his ticket, but he would have to work to pay for the rest of the passage. He contacted the captain of the ship and tried to make arrangements to work his way as a chef, but the captain replied they had a good chef, and all the other jobs on the ship were filled. When James told the captain he was a Mormon missionary, the captain brought his fist down on the table and said, "I wouldn't take you if you paid me $100?" Very disappointed and worried, James went back to the hotel, but he could not sleep. He knelt down and prayed earnestly to his Heavenly Father that he would be able to go with that ship. A voice came to him and said: "Trouble yourself no more. You will go with that ship." He had received the conviction he would sail on that particular ship. Putting all worry behind him the next morning, he went out to Golden Gate Park to spend the day. <br />
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While sitting in the park, a well-dressed man approached James and asked if he would like employment at a good salary. James refused, saying that he was going on a mission to preach the gospel. The man tried to discourage James from going on the mission and urged him again to accept the job offer, but James held to his purpose. The man finally left. Jim turned to watch him go, and discovered that the man had entirely disappeared. It seemed that every effort was made by Satan to entice him not to go. <br />
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On 22 September 1882, James spent some time at the courthouse in San Francisco. He filled out an application for United States citizenship, signing the required Declaration of Intention as "J.C. Williams." By signing, James officially renounced "all allegiance and fidelity to all and any foreign Prince, Potentate, State and Sovereignty whatsoever, and particularly to Victoria Queen of Great Britain and Ireland." James' commitment in favor of his new country was definitely set.<br />
(However, it would be another 10 years before James would become a fully naturalized citizen.) <br />
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Before he left the hotel on the morning the ship was to sail, Jim went to label his trunk for Australia. A voice said, ''Label it for New Zealand." He hadn't been near the ship since the captain said he wouldn't take him. Jim paid his hotel bill and went to the wharf. He arrived at the dock about an hour before the sailing time, and the first man he met was the captain. The captain said, "I have been looking all over for you Since yesterday." The second steward had suddenly taken ill, and the captain now wanted Jim to work for him for the full passage. <br />
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The ship was a passenger boat, and Jim had many opportunities to preach the gospel. The ship didn't dock at New Zealand, but in order to leave the mail there, a packet boat would come out and pick it up. The ship would then go on to Australia where the passenger would take a return ship to New Zealand. <br />
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The day before the ship was due at Auckland, James had just finished preaching a sermon to the passengers, when the captain, who had taken quite a liking to him, stood up and announced that Jim Williams had a wife and three children in Auckland, New Zealand, and the captain would pass the hat around for donations to help Jim on his way. There was about two hundred dollars in the hat when it was given to James. The captain later privately told James, "Mr. Williams, I'm going to let you off at New Zealand, a thing I don't do very often-but don't say a word to Billie!" (Billie was the head steward.) Later, Billie came to James and said, "Mr. Williams, I'm going to let you off at New Zealand-but don't say a word to the captain!" Thus, James was allowed to leave the ship in New Zealand. <br />
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When he reached his family in Auckland, he found everyone well and happy. After spending a few days with his friends and relations, he and his companion, Alma Greenwood, of Fillmore, Utah, went on their way, preaching the gospel among the Maori tribes. <br />
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Jim preached mostly in the vicinity of Auckland, where he was branch secretary for the Saints and later became Presiding Elder. (Many years later, after the construction of the New Zealand Temple, a plaque would be placed on the site honoring the early LDS missionaries in the area, including James' name.)<br />
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The Williams family had many spiritual experiences which further strengthened them as a family. One occurred at the Williams home in Auckland. A man with a long flowing beard came to the door one day and asked for a drink of water. They gave him one and he thanked them kindly and went out and shut the door. It occurred to Jim that the man might be hungry too, so he opened the door with the intent of calling him back. It was just a few seconds later, but the man had disappeared. There was a long lane leading from the house to the street and nothing to hide behind. After searching all around and not finding the stranger, Jim was impressed that they had just had a visit from one of the three Nephites. <br />
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On 25 July 1883, Amy Catherine Williams, their fourth child, was born to James and Sarah. James was honorably released from his LDS mission in October 1884, and the following month, Jim and his family set sail for the United States. James, his wife Sarah, and their four children sailed from Auckland on 9 November 1884 on the steamship Zealandia. They were accompanied by Sarah's father, George Whitmore Rogers, and Sarah's 19 year-old brother, David George Rogers. (Although Sarah's sister Ann Porter Rogers Drysdale) remained behind with her new husband, Ann later wrote that she was "one" with the LDS converts; however, her health was so frail that she was afraid the shock of baptism might be too much for her heart and might hasten her death.)<br />
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It took one week to get to the island Tutuila, another week to get to Honolulu, and still longer to get to San Francisco. LDS records indicate the Zealandia arrived in San Francisco 14 December 1884 carrying 3 elders and 11 immigrants bound for Utah. After completing this voyage, James had traveled nearly 35,000 miles by sea during his lifetime. <br />
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The Williams family remained in San Francisco only a few hours, staying at the Brown hotel, then boarded the train for Salt Lake City. Upon their arrival in Salt Lake City, they spent the night in the old Tithing House. The next day, the family took a train for American Fork, Utah, where they were to make their home for 19 years. Jim and Sarah were given a recommend to go to the Logan LDS Temple by Bishop W. B. Smith of the American Fork Ward, and on 4 November 1885, they were sealed as husband and wife and had their four little girls sealed to them for time and all eternity: <br />
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Ada Marion, born 14 July 1877<br />
Edith Mabel "May," born 4 July 1879<br />
Lucy Ellen, born 5 September 1881<br />
Amy Catherine, born 25 July 1883 <br />
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Five additional children were born in the covenant to Jim and Sarah while living in American Fork: <br />
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Sarah Hanna, born 7 October 1886<br />
Olive Beretta, born 29 March 1889<br />
James Buchanan, born 13 March 1892<br />
Ivy Rachael, born 7 April 1895<br />
George Frederick, born 21 September 1898 <br />
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James' first property of record in American Fork was a city lot on east Main Street that he purchased 6 March 1886 for $175 from James Spratley. It contained a little more than an acre and a quarter, located on the southwest corner of Lot 2, Block 2, Plat A, and fronted Main Street from the northeast corner of 200 East eastward for over 320 feet. James sold the lot to Henry T. Adamson for $195 in February of 1888. (A Wells Fargo bank and several other businesses occupy the property today.) <br />
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Meanwhile, James had been looking toward going into business for himself. In 1888, he went into temporary partnership with Harry Morrison in Salt Lake City to market James' Hot Scotch Pies. (These pies later became famous as "Morrison's Meat Pies" and are still sold as such.) Jim would work in Salt Lake City during the week, then walk to American Fork to spend Saturday and<br />
Sunday with his family. James found the weekly separation from his family too taxing, and the partnership with Morrison was suspended. (In later years, Jim would work with Morrison again while living in Salt Lake City.) <br />
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In December 1888, James and Sarah took out a mortgage to pay for a 40-acre farm located by the Mitchell Water Ditch, about 2 1/2 miles directly north of downtown American Fork, just east of present-day Highway 74. The property had been owned by Aleda A. DeHaan, of Salt Lake County. The purchase price of $500 included surplus water rights from the Mitchell Ditch, plus 9 acres of bench water rights. James and Sarah also had a 1/12th interest in a surplus water ditch constructed by William D. Robinson, Oscar Hunter, William Hunter, and A. Winn. The property had easy access to water and was in a pretty location. Two years after James and Sarah bought the farm, the assessed tax value had risen to $950. (The farm site now comprises virtually the whole of what is today known as the Pheasant Hollow residential development, immediately north of the Tri-Cities Golf Course.) While farming on the side, James worked for seven years as clerk in the American Fork Co-op store and also as a clerk in a butcher shop. By 24 May 1894, James and Sarah had paid off all indentures against their beautiful 40-acre farm. <br />
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On 28 September 1892, James Clark Williams received his cherished Certificate of Citizenship in Provo, Utah Territory. Jim had first applied for his U.S. citizenship papers while in San Francisco on 22 September 1882. Over the years, Sarah and the children lost their English/New Zealand accents, but James would retain his sharp Scottish brogue until his death .<br />
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The Williams family had their fun times in American Fork. They enjoyed sleigh riding, buggy riding, and going to the lake for a swim. At times, Jim and Sarah would take their family up the canyon to stay overnight. They would also take them out to Utah Lake. They would pile lots of hay and quilts on the wagon for the outings, and the children would happily laze or nap all the way home. <br />
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In 1894, James was called by Bishop William D. Robinson as ward clerk of the American Fork Ward and served for several years before the town was divided into four wards. He was secretary of the Ecclesiastical Board and Sunday School superintendent. He loved singing in the church choirs. Jim was eventually ordained to the priesthood office of a seventy by Abram H. Cannon. (Abram H. Cannon's line of authority as a seventy was through Wilford Woodruff, who was ordained a seventy by the Prophet Joseph Smith.) James continued to make repeated sacrifices in behalf of his Church, both financial and otherwise; his service was so enthusiastically offered that it got to the point that Jim's quorum leader told him, "Brother Williams-stop! You have done ~ore than your share." <br />
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James served in public office four years as the Assistant County Recorder. Afterward, he declined the entreaties of the leading political leaders in Provo to run for Recorder. However, while remaining in American Fork, Jim consented to serve a term under Mayor Joseph J. Jackson as the Justice of the Peace, and he became "Judge Williams." While serving as City Justice from 1902 to 1904, he officiated over the marriage of his daughter Amy to her husband, Charles "CharI" Joseph Brems, on 18 June 1902. <br />
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James and Sarah had sold their beautiful farm sometime before 1900 and had been renting a home in American Fork City. About 1904, James and Sarah left American Fork to travel to Taylor, Idaho, where they stayed the better part of a year to help their daughter Lucy and her husband Angus Price run their new farm. <br />
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By 1905, James and Sarah had permanently moved from American Fork to Salt Lake City to operate a restaurant. James and Sarah at first shared a house on 274 East and Fourth South with their daughter Ada and her husband Ed Miller. In December 1905, James and Sarah paid $1400 to buy two city lots from William and Emma Jones; one carried the address of "76 West 100 North" (present-day 200 North); the other, "17 Grape Street," (now 117 North Almond Street). The Williams house was set about 40 yards up the hill from First North street. Two doors to the west was the home of LDS apostle John Henry Smith whose children often played with the Williams children. President Joseph F. Smith, President of the LDS Church, lived just around the corner to the west and north, barely a block away. <br />
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Jim had a large oven built into the hillside by his home and went into the pie factory business selling his famous Hot Scotch Meat Pies. He opened a pie shop at 61 West on First South (located across the street from the present-day entrance to Crossroads Mall in downtown Salt Lake City.) As Jim's grandson Irvin Fox later remembered, "The shop was next door to Baer's Saloon, and a door had been cut between the two establishments to permit Baer's bartenders to pick up hot pies to serve with their beer." Jim sold all kinds of cakes, cookies, candies, ice cream, bread, and soda water. He made his own bread, cakes, and ice cream (with a lot of help from his wife Sarah and the girls), He also had an ice house and sold ice which he put up in the winter and would sell in the summer.<br />
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Jim's daughter Olive was the assistant baker. His small son Fred and some of his grandsons, such as May's son Irvin, or his daughter Ada's boys, would load up a red wagon with pies and big cans of broth and pull the wagon the two blocks from his home down to the shop. Several other family members helped out with the baking, and James was able to provide employment for some of the family at the shop. <br />
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While living in Salt Lake City, James and Sarah took in their widowed daughter May (Edith Mable Williams Fox) and helped raise her two children, Verda May Fox and Irvin Fox. On Sundays, James would wait at his pie shop for his grandchildren to come, then he would take their hands and walk with them to church. Jim was very fond of his grandchildren. He often would take as many of them as he could fit on his knees and tell them stories about his youth. Jim was also fond of playing tricks on others: somehow or another, the Master Baker's pranks would often involve targeting the victims with generous portions of flour! <br />
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Tragedy struck the James Williams family when George Frederick "Fred" Williams, the<br />
youngest child, contracted pneumonia and died at the age of seven on 30 December 1905. In sorrow, Sarah gathered up all of Fred's Christmas toys and locked them away in a trunk. <br />
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James and all the family belonged to the Caledonian Society and to the Scots "Thistle Club." James' daughter Ivy had a fine plaid costume and cap made by her mother Sarah, and Ivy learned all the Scots dances and jigs. To rehearse, James would whistle the tunes for her while Ivy practiced her dance steps. She danced such numbers as the "Sailor's Hornpipe," "Irish Washerwoman," and the "Sword Dance." Ivy performed to the bagpipe bands at all the Caledonian and Gaelic celebrations. James, naturally, furnished all the meat pies and other bakery goods. Family members also remembered that James played the bagpipes. Many good times were had at Saltair, Lagoon, Liberty Park, or Wandamere Park. Wandamere in those days was a recreation park with a dance hall that had a live twenty-piece orchestra, a bowling alley, a motorcycle and bicycle race track, a merry-go-round, and all the arcade games.</div>
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In 1908, James' downtown restaurant was relocated to the corner of Third East and Third South. James and the family moved to 373 North Fifth West (present-day 473 North and Sixth West). His son, Jay, was helping by this time as a waiter. Jim appeared to have other things on his mind, however, than just baking: Jim wanted property of his own, and it was in February of 1909 that Jim made his initial application with the Department ofthe Interior to obtain a homestead, although he did not seem to successfully act upon this plan until six years later. In April 1909, Jim sold his city residential property for $1200 to George and Jane Whetman. <br />
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By 1910, Jim was working again with Morrison and Sons, baking and selling the Morrison Meat Pies. Jim and Sarah were living at yet another location, at 303 North Third West (present-day 403 North and Fourth West). <br />
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In 1911, James' granddaughter, Lula, became seriously ill after a play practice. When she arrived home, she was shivering so she sat on the large oven door to get warm. Still she shivered. She lost consciousness with a high fever. She was put to bed with double pneumonia. She was unconscious for almost three weeks. Her mother Ada made a poultice of Denver mud and put on her chest. Lula's hands were tied to the bed so that she would not scratch her chest. The doctor told the family nothing more could be done. On Thanksgiving day, Grandpa James Williams came into the bedroom and laid his hands on Lula's head and gave her a blessing. He said, "You will get well. You are to bring to earth some of God's choicest spirits and you will have a long and wonderful life." Lula said she heard every word of the blessing. She did recover and lived a long life. However, during the illness, Lula lost all of her hair. Ada made her an Indian headpiece out of braided black silkstockings, and Lula was still able to be Pocahontas in the play. <br />
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Between 1912 and 1916, James and Sarah lived at 343 West Rosella Avenue (present day Reed Street). It may have been about this time, living near the railway yards, that Jim accepted employment at the Denver and Rio Grande Railway shop. <br />
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In February 1915, Jim began to seriously follow through on his plans to obtain a homestead. Government land in Juab County was available to homesteaders who filed for entry. The homesteaders had to annually live seven consecutive months or more on the chosen property and significantly improve and cultivate it over a period of three years. Jim chose a 320 acre plot near Lofgren, just south of the Tooele-Juab county line and east ofthe West Tintic Mountains, and filed claim. Between 1915 and 1916, Jim and his family built a dugout home and cleared 80 acres of sagebrush in an effort to establish a dry farm on the west desert property. Two of Jim's sons-in-law, Fred Wiseman (Olive's husband) and Ed Miller (Ada's husband) had also filed claims on property immediately to the east of Jim's claim. <br />
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By this time, Jim was over 60 years old. Homesteading was hard work, and Jim's health and stamina were not what they used to be. By June of 1919, Jim had given up trying to convert his stubborn waterless desert claim into farmland. Instead, he now had his eye on a different property just 10 miles away, located on the opposite side of the West Tintic Mountain range in the Cherry Creek area. Already, he and his family had held family gatherings on the property, and he found it compatible with his needs. The property was near the ranch where his daughter Sadie (Sarah) and her husband, Clarence Nephi Cox, were working at the time. Not far to the south was a series of sand dunes (now known as the Little Sahara Recreation Area). <br />
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Jim wrote to the Secretary of the Interior requesting permission to relinquish the Lofgren homestead in favor of the other at Cherry Creek. His letter stated that he lived upon the Lofgren tract during the summers of 1915 and 1916, that he constructed a good dugout costing $125, cleared 80 acres of sagebrush, cultivated 10 acres, fenced 2 1/2 miles with cedar posts and net wire, built corrals, and did other work. Jim advised that he abandoned the claim, after all of the fore mentioned effort, on 1 April 1919 because there was no water. Jim had wanted to make it a permanent home, but there was no place fit for a well and no culinary water available. He wrote, "I find it an unprofitable proposition to live on a piece of land and have to haul water 2 1/2 miles for culinary and domestic purposes. " He added that if could not have a homestead with culinary water on it, he would rather go entirely without a homestead. <br />
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Jim's application to return the Lofgren homestead back to the government was at first denied, but apparently approved upon appeal. The same day Jim applied for relinquishment, he had applied for a second homestead entry on 321.32 acres of new land near Cherry Creek. The Cherry Creek property had surface water up to 10 feet deep and good soil. At the same time, Jim's son-in-law, Clarence Nephi Cox, filed a similar homestead claim on adjoining land to the east. Jim's application was approved 12 June 1920, and in mid-August, Jim established residence at Cherry Creek. <br />
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Jim's new land was choked with huge sagebrush plants-an indication of good soil, in Jim's estimation. He wanted a well, so he used a divining rod to find water. What he found was a natural spring that flowed continually and always had ice-cold water. He built a wood frame cabin to incorporate the spring water and called the house Spring House. There was a running creek nearby where Jim and his grandchildren built a dam and created a deep swimming hole. <br />
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As early as 1918, the Cherry Creek property had became the designated place for all of James and Sarah's extended families to gather for summer camp outs or for the annual deer hunt. The families would arrive and set up their individual tents (some of which became semi-permanent dugout-type abodes), and then enjoy each other's association for several days at a time. <br />
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Jim was now only one mile away from the home of his daughter Sadie (Sarah) Williams Cox and her husband Nephi. Unfortunately, on 3 March 1920, Sadie died of childbirth, along with her child. Before and afterward, Sadie's children frequently stayed with Grandpa and Grandma Williams at Cherry Creek. They were often joined by their cousins. <br />
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There was no road from the house to the main road on the sagebrush laden property, so when Sadie's older children came to stay, Jim would give the youngsters an axe and pace off a certain amount of road footage to be cleared of sagebrush. The children would energetically attack the bulky sagebrush which often towered twice their height, knowing that when they had cleared the assigned footage, they were free to go to the nearby creek and play in their self-built swimming hole. <br />
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The relative isolation of the homestead made it difficult to attend LDS Church meetings. After spending the winter months in Salt Lake City, James would generally return to Cherry Creek in March and stay until early November. James and Sarah were now members of record of the relatively new West Tintic Branch during the summer months. Although they had been unable thus far to attend any of the meetings, they looked forward to participation with the branch members. It was with dismay, then, in spring of 1921, that they read in the Deseret News that a church court had been held in the Tintic Stake. Five members of the West Tintic Branch had been excommunicated, seven had been disfellowshipped, and the branch had been dissolved. Jim learned that a self-appointed prophet named Moses S. Gudmundson had been forming a communal society on Gudmundson's West Tintic homestead, comprising about 60 followers, mostly from Springville. The group had strayed into polygamy, and the Church had taken action. <br />
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James promptly wrote a letter to Robert Wilkins, the Tintic Stake clerk and inquired where he and Sarah were to attend meetings now. He wrote, :•••I never heard or knew a word of their misdoings till it was made public, and myself and wife feel very sorry indeed, also disappointed, as we have looked forward to being able to meet with them." Jim enclosed several tithing receipts from his Salt Lake City ward as evidence of his constant loyalty to the Church and sent a contribution of $60 and a roll of fencing wire for the Church meetinghouse fund. <br />
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By the end of 1921, Jim had cultivated 25 acres of his Cherry Creek homestead, planting and harvesting 10 acres of rye and a combination of wheat, oats, corn, alfalfa, and potatoes. He had built a house valued at $500, dug a well and a cellar, built a stable and a chicken coop, and had done considerable fencing. He was now 67 years old and feeling every year of it. <br />
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The summer of 1922 was difficult for Jim. Although he planned to extend his cultivated land (necessary to meet homestead requirements), it was all he could do to maintain the 25 acres he had already developed. His rheumatoid arthritis, always constant, became aggravated, and he left the property early that fall to return to Salt Lake City and seek medical help. He and Sarah moved into a small frame house next to the home of their daughter, Lucy, and her husband Angus Price, on Angus' farm in Union, Utah. Jim's Church records were forwarded from the Tintic Stake to the Salt Lake 14th Ward, then forwarded again in February to the Union Ward, Jordan Stake. <br />
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Jim's daughter Lucy and her brother Jay helped take care of Jim and Sarah over the winter of 1922-1923. In February 1923, Jim was still ailing. Worried that he would be unable to comply with a homestead requirement that the prospective owner could not be away from residence on the property for more than five months, he wrote to the Department of the Interior, requesting a four week's extension of the residence time due to illness. The Department responded that Jim was in no danger of having his ownership contested in this case, since he had always "complied with the law in every particular. " <br />
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Jim was finally able to return to his cherished Cherry Creek ranch in April. Shortly after returning, he received word that his daughter, May (Mabel), ill with cancer for several months, was failing. May died in Salt Lake City, 16 May 1923. <br />
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Jim wanted to extend his cultivated acreage in order to comply with homestead requirements, but his health and personal matters constrained him, and by summer's end, he had managed to cultivate only the same 25 acres he had improved earlier. He returned to his daughter Lucy's home in Union in November of 1923. Because of his advanced arthritic condition, he would never return. <br />
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Jim's patent on the Cherry Creek homestead was due to expire unless he could prove his claim. He corresponded with the Department of the Interior indicating the health disability which had prevented him from fully meeting the three-year requirements for cultivating the land. On 2 April 1924, Utah Senator Reed Smoot forwarded a letter from the Land Office to Jim confirming that Jim's ownership of the homestead could still be patented in his name if he provided proof of his disability. Jim's notice of intention was filed according to law during the month of May in the local Juab County newspaper, the Eureka Reporter, and Jim was able to submit final proof of disability before a Salt Lake notary the next month. <br />
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On 31 October 1924, the Department of the Interior notified Jim and Sarah that his cultivation of 25 acres during the years 1921-1923 was deemed "satisfactory compliance" for the requirements of ownership. Jim's homestead ownership patent was approved. He was now the owner of the 321.32 acres (legally identified as Homestead Entry, #024429: Lot 4, SW 1/4, NW 1/4, SW 1/4, Section 3; N 1/2, NW 1/4, Section 10; Township 12 South; Range 5 West.) <br />
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Unfortunately, Jim's advancing age had taken its toll, rendering him unable to return to the property he now owned outright. Jim and Sarah continued to stay in the small house on the farm belonging to Lucy and Angus in Union, Utah. Both would remain there until their respective deaths, although Sarah would eventually remarry and outlive Jim until 1945. (Their Cherry Creek homestead land would be maintained by his daughter Ivy Williams Ekker and would eventually become part of the Ekker family holdings.) <br />
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Jim Williams attended the Union Ward meetings in the Jordan Stake. Jim would be called to the stand on several occasions to share his experiences of faith. After hearing Jim preach on one such occasion, one woman in particular was impressed by his words, and she went to thank Jim with tears in her eyes. Her son had been called to go to New Zealand on a mission, and she had been greatly troubled about it. She told Jim that through his preaching, she felt comforted and was now full of joy and thankfulness for her son's call. <br />
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Although he was physically ailing, Jim remained full of his usual good humor. Jim would often regale his grandchildren with stories of his early years. Sometimes he recounted some of his missionary experiences, such as the time when he and his companion were traveling in the outback areas of New Zealand without purse or scrip. On one occasion, during a driving rain storm, he and his companion found refuge for the night in a haystack. After they made comfortable burrows, and as they were sleepily congratulating themselves on finding such a snug and warm sanctuary, they began to realize the haystack was full of other life-in fact, the whole haystack was an infested rat's nest! Their night wasn't so comfortable after all. <br />
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On another occasion, still in the outback traveling without funds, James and his companion had not gotten along too well that day and remained at odds over some inconsequential matter. As evening approached, they were fortunate to be invited to stay the night at a large house. When their host told them they could either share a room or each have a separate bedroom, the two Mormon elders were still feeling a spirit of contention, and they decided to spend the night apart to cool their differences. <br />
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Jim later related that during the night, he became aware of footsteps entering his room. Although he saw no one, an unseen force immediately began to violently shake the bed! Now fully awake, Jim leaped out of the bed, but found no one. He decided maybe he should spend the night with the other elder, after all, and he went into the other room. <br />
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As he and the other elder were sharing the remaining bed, they were again attacked by an invisible influence. This time, there was a violent upheaval, and the two missionaries were abruptly tipped to the floor with the bed and mattress dumped on top of them! At this point, the elders forgot their differences; they joined together in prayer and invoked their priesthood to rebuke the influence. <br />
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Jim forever afterward took this experience as an object lesson, teaching that it is always necessary for missionaries to stay in tune with the Holy Ghost and avoid contention and acrimony. <br />
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James had a chance to tell more stories when his family held a celebration at the Price farm for his 70th birthday on 15 October 1924; however, his health continued to falter. Finally, after a full and rewarding life, not of worldly possessions, but with a great legacy received from diligently serving his Heavenly Father and being a faithful husband, father, and friend, James Clark Williams died in Union, Utah, 13 June 1925. He was buried 16 June 1925 in the Salt Lake City Cemetery. His wife Sarah survived him for nearly twenty years and was buried by his side in June 1945.<br />
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DeseretNews, Monday, 15 June 1925, p. 6<br />
"Former Utah County Officer dies at Union" <br />
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UNION, June 15<br />
James Clark Williams, 70, died at the family home Saturday. <br />
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Mr. Clark was born in Kirkcaldy, Fifeshire, Scotland, Oct. 15, 1854. He sailed for New Zealand in March, 1873 as second steward on the ship Dunnedin andfinally settled at Auckland where he married Sarah Rogers. They joined the Church in 1880, and he came to Utah in 1882. He soon went back as a missionary and was a branch president when released in October, 1884. <br />
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The family settled in American Fork where he was ward clerk and Superintendent of the Sunday School. In civil life, he was active in politics, having been justice-of the peace and also county assessor. <br />
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The family came to Salt Lake in 1903, where he was in business, but some years moved into this section [Union Fort, Utah].<br />
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Funeral services will be held Tuesday, June 16, at 3:30 p.m. in the Union Ward chapel. Interment will be in the Salt Lake City Cemetery.<br />
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PATRIARCHAL BLESSING GIVEN TO JAMES CLARK WILLIAMS<br />
American Fork<br />
Utah County<br />
August 11th 1885 <br />
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A Patriarchal Blessing by Zebedee Coltrin upon the head of James C. Williams, son of Alexander Williams and Catherine Clark. Born Oct. 15th 1854, Kirkcaldy, Fifeshire, Scotland. <br />
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Bro. James Clark, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, I lay my hands upon your head and seal upon you a Patriarchal Blessing. <br />
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Thou art of the seed of Abraham, the House of Joseph and the lineage of Ephraim. I seal upon thy head a Father's Blessing for thou art a lawful heir of the Holy Melchizedek Priesthood. <br />
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In as much as thou wilt keep all the commandments of the Lord, thou shall attain unto all the blessings of eternal lives, and the choice blessing of the Heavens shall rest down upon you and the light of the Lord. Thou shall attain unto all the blessings of eternal lives, and the choice blessings of the Heavens shall rest down upon you, and the light of the Lord shall dwell with you, and every organ of your mind shall be filled with the inspiration of the Lord, for thou was called and chosen of the Lord before the foundations of the earth were laid to come forth in this dispensation to assist in building up a Holy Zion upon the earth, and thou shalt be able to go forth among the nations of the earth and shall be enabled to bring many to a knowledge of the truth, for the mighty power of the Lord shall rest upon you, and proclaim the Gospel among the inhabitants of the earth and proclaim unto them the principles of eternal life, and thou shall have power to do a great and mighty work upon the earth, for thou wast raised up and came forth upon the earth for this purpose to assist in building up a Zion of the Lord upon the earth, for those shalt be enabled to preach the Gospel in the courts of the kings and amidst the nobles of the earth, and thou shalt be enabled with the voice of a trumpet to proclaim the Gospel with a power among the inhabitants of the earth, being filled with the mighty power of Jehovah, and many of the wicked shall tremble before thee, and kings and rulers shall bow in thy presence, for thy voice shall be so powerful that the highest shall tremble before thee, for the faith that once rested with the Brother of Jared shall rest down on thee, and the mighty power shall attend thy works, and the elements shall tremble before thee, and the winds and the seas shall obey thy voice. <br />
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And thou shall become the Father of a mighty people and the Holy Priesthood of the Lord shall rest down upon them throughout all their generations, and thy sons shall become mighty men before the Lord, and the power of the Lord shall rest down upon them and many of them shall become apostles and prophets, seers, and revelators, and shall be kings and priests unto the most high. <br />
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They shall become a great and a mighty people dwelling in the midst of the Zion of the Lord, and thy daughters shall become mighty women before the Lord, filled with wisdom and intelligence of the most High, and shall become mothers of a multitude of men and women who shall become sanctified, dwelling in the presence of the Lord God of Israel, whose posterity shall be as numerous as the stars in the Heavens, and unto their generations there shall be no end, and great shall be the rewards in the Heavens. <br />
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And thou shall have power to receive all the blessings and sealing powers that shall be given in the Holy Temple of the Lord, and shall behold the Lord when he shall come to his Temple, and thou shall be enabled to do a great work upon the earth bothfor the living and the dead. Thou shall assist in the redemption of thy father's house, and thou shall become a mighty prophet in the midst of the sons of Zion, and the angels of the Lord shall administer unto you, for thou shalt converse with them face to face as one man converses with another, for the day will come when the angels of the Lord will be thy daily companions, for thou art of the pure blood of Jacob and have a right to all the blessings of Joseph, and thou shall gaze upon the visions of the Heavens and shall be clothed with salvation as with a garment, and thou shalt remain upon the earth until thou art satisfied with life, and thou shall become a man of mighty faith before the Lord, and there will be no miracle too great for thee to do when it shall be for the salvation of Zion, and thou shall be numbered with the Lord's anointed and shall become a king and priest unto the most High, and no hand that is lifted against thee shall prosper, and peace shall dwell in thy habitation throughout all thy days upon the earth, and thou shall behold the Lord when he shall come in the clouds of Heaven and thou shall receive an everlasting inheritance when the ancient of days shall sit, and shall have power to come forth in the morning of the first resurrection and shall be numbered with the sanctified before the Lord.<br />
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And now Brother, I seal all these blessing upon thy head from thee up and to all the powers of exaltation and thrones and dominions and powers of eternal lives, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen. <br />
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Resource: History by Charles Irvin Fox<br />
History by Lucy Williams Price<br />
Family records of Marilyn Brady Elkins<br />
Family records of Calvin and Margaret Price<br />
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Utah Death Certificates, 1904-1956 for James Clark Williams</h1>
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<span data-test-more-less-text="" style="color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;">Question... Was James the individual who brought over the Scottish Meat Pie from Scotland and worked with Thomas Morrison of Salt Lake City who formed the Morrison Meat Pie company - claiming to be founded in 1888? Yes.<br />James Clark Williams was born in 1854 in Kircaldy, Scotland. He was the son of Alexander Williams and Catherine Clarke. When he was fourteen, he left school to go to work for his uncle, John Buchanan Williams, who had a large bakery business and several retail shops. His desire was to learn to be a baker. He served 5 years as an apprentice and became a journeyman baker. Jim worked in Edinburgh as a foreman for a year and nine months. He got first-class references from both places and became a master baker.<br />In later years, Jim enjoyed telling grandchildren about his early life. As a young apprentice, Jim would be assigned to stand in his bare feet on a big table. Helpers would place a huge amount of dough on the table and Jim would step into it and move his legs up and down to mix the dough. Helpers would stand at each corner of the table to flop the dough back to the middle as Jim continued to mix it with his feet and legs. The loaves were then molded by hand and baked in large rock ovens.<br />Jim always chuckled when he told the story about a time when he was a young boy delivering bread. Bread was delivered very early in the morning while it was still hot, and the loaves were carried on a board supported on his head. It had been raining the night before, and the streets were muddy and slippery. He took a large step over a puddle and slipped, spilling the bread loaves in the mud. Knowing that there wouldn't be any more bread baked until the next day, he took a penknife and scraped the mud from each loaf and proceeded to deliver it to his customers.<br />Jim was always fond of travel, and when he was nineteen years old, he decided to start a business of his own in another country. He made his decision and left Scotland on 18 March 1874 as second steward on a ship bound for Canterbury, New Zealand, with 400 immigrants on board.<br />In Auckland, James met Sarah Porter Rogers and they were married 11 October 1876. Their first two children Ada Marion and Edith Mable were born in Auckland. They were then introduced to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and were baptized. James left his family behind, fully expecting to prepare a home for them in Utah before he sent for them. However, after his arrival in Salt Lake City, James was called to return to Auckland as a full-time missionary. They had two more children during this time. Amy Catherine and Sarah.<br />In November 1884, Jim and his family finally set sail for the United States. Upon their arrival in Salt Lake City, they spent the night in the old Tithing House. The next day, the family took a train for American Fork, Utah, where they made their home for 19 years. Having 5 additional children.<br />Meanwhile James had been looking toward going into business for himself. In 1888, he went into temporary partnership with Harry Morrison in Salt Lake City to market James' Hot Scotch Pies. (These pies later became famous as "Morrison's Meat Pies" and are still sold as such.) Jim would work in Salt Lake City during the week, then walk to American Fork to spend Saturday and Sunday with his family. James found the weekly separation from his family too taxing, and the partnership with Morrison was suspended.<br />By 1905, James and Sarah had permanently moved from American Fork to Salt Lake City to operate a restaurant. The Williams lived barely a block away from President Joseph F. Smith. Jim had a large oven built into the hillside by his home and went into the pie factory business selling his famous Hot Scotch Meat Pies. He opened a pie shop at 61 West on First South. "The shop was next door to Baer's Saloon, and a door had been cut between the two establishments to permit Baer's bartenders to pick up hot pies to serve with their beer." Jim sold all kinds of cakes, cookies, candies, ice cream, bread, and soda water. He made his own bread, cakes, and ice cream (with a lot of help from his wife Sarah and the girls). He also had an ice house an sold ice which he put up in the winter and would sell in the summer.<br />While living in Salt Lake City, James and Sarah took in their widowed daughter May (Edith Mable Williams Fox) and helped raise her two children, Verda May Fox and Irvin Fox.<br />Another tragedy struck the Williams family when George Frederick "Fred", the youngest child, contracted pneumonia and died at the age of 7 on 30 December 1905.<br />Finally, after a full rewarding life, not of worldly possessions, but with a great legacy James Clark Williams died in Union, Utah, 13 June 1925. (See a more detailed history under stories in memories-stories)</span><span style="color: #333331; font-family: Verdana, Ayuthaya, HanaMinBFont, sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"> </span></div>
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-76587795567770438652015-05-25T00:00:00.000-07:002020-07-14T18:04:57.257-07:00SARAH PORTER ROGERS (WILLIAMS) (DENNY) 1858-1945<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UVOuyrU_vL-cOQNPgNOkQhzGRaqyFChca0hNtwrCjn0BO7WzYAiJA3j0Na-3X2kllBs8QwC4qddhVFkUmzzjSTmHxNbIkZ_ekMD2CGeA-FCfV9N5chNHMNuT9wJmTul6n2ZrfNrA6K6f/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers22.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659292494047520466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2UVOuyrU_vL-cOQNPgNOkQhzGRaqyFChca0hNtwrCjn0BO7WzYAiJA3j0Na-3X2kllBs8QwC4qddhVFkUmzzjSTmHxNbIkZ_ekMD2CGeA-FCfV9N5chNHMNuT9wJmTul6n2ZrfNrA6K6f/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers22.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdj9zkFnQp15PmKCvz4T1PJU615OiqxPo3qlymrEym2a-ZG5I5P3GyhCzQgAb49SkbDRmdtwLvClO2Dgd-dkbqgQXjni29jh2xiKFpfE0Huzat7KvY5rUwmtLarD38h7cLCmGLNf-pKhiV/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers211.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659290166945497714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdj9zkFnQp15PmKCvz4T1PJU615OiqxPo3qlymrEym2a-ZG5I5P3GyhCzQgAb49SkbDRmdtwLvClO2Dgd-dkbqgQXjni29jh2xiKFpfE0Huzat7KvY5rUwmtLarD38h7cLCmGLNf-pKhiV/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers211.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 392px;" /></a> Obituary reads: "Sarah Rogers W. Denny</div>
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"Mrs. Sarah Rogers Williams Denny, 86, 7164-16th East, died Wednesday at 6:30 a.m. of causes incident to age.</div>
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"She was born April 11, 1858, in Longford, England, daughter of George and Lucy Porter Rogers. At the age of four, she and her parents moved to Auckland, New Zealand. In 1876, she was married to James Clark Williams and shortly after the couple moved to the United States and made their home in American Fork.</div>
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"Mr. Williams was justice of the peace, and Mrs. Denny was clerk of the court for a number of years.</div>
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"They later moved to Salt Lake City, where the family had lived since. Mr. Williams died in 1925.</div>
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"In 1935, she was married to Charles Denny, Union, who died in 1938.</div>
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"Mrs. Denny had been active in L.D.S. church work, having served as a president of the Relief society in Auckland, and having participated in musical activities of the church.</div>
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"She is survived by five sons and daughters, Jay B. Williams, South Cottonwood; Mrs. Ada Miller, Oakland, Cal.; Mrs. Lucy E. Price, Union; Mrs. Olive Wiseman, Murray, and Mrs. Ivy R. Ekker, Eureka; the following stepchildren: Sam, John, Edison and Franklin Denny; Mrs. Laura Barret, Mrs. Jessie Smith, Mrs. Ruth Young and Mrs. Naomi Smith.</div>
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"Funeral services will be conducted Saturday at 1 p.m. in Union L.D.S. ward chapel by Golden Barrett, bishop.</div>
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"Burial will be in Salt Lake City cemetery.</div>
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"Friends may call at the family home Friday evening and Saturday before services."</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCzyMSgDGSTnCS25gGcljcmT1kYsw5DH65rr54YXDtivLQKaGzogad9rWFbjVjkaT60MGkvYXioeMEI8_S1OkpCodIgRbUws86HP_c8XNywfl8RP5xVPCE4oQw9xW2Sv1Jdkpw2yvuJ0W/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers212.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659289361491715026" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiCzyMSgDGSTnCS25gGcljcmT1kYsw5DH65rr54YXDtivLQKaGzogad9rWFbjVjkaT60MGkvYXioeMEI8_S1OkpCodIgRbUws86HP_c8XNywfl8RP5xVPCE4oQw9xW2Sv1Jdkpw2yvuJ0W/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers212.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 302px;" /></a> August 1938: Sarah is visited at the Union farm. Great grandchildren Gordon and Verla Reid stand to Sarah's side, with their brother Wallace and mother LaRue Brems Reid (Amy Williams Brems' daughter) directly behind. Amy's son Bob Brems stands behind Sarah while his sister, Mildred Brems Taylor, kneels beside Sarah. Angus Price (holding infant) and Lucy Williams Price stand at rear.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6FE6U-htul6K-IzI7XrbVFyr1LsdwBLq2boKDKN211CHQHF0_er5b7YRiGm3yJf4CKKxs-ezGHGSVW3yN1hWvaq6wIlkjP4cGmRLy2B0y2GS83wFam_okdLjwtDF42YSb4xs4ok2ATHKV/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers20.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659285900427965698" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6FE6U-htul6K-IzI7XrbVFyr1LsdwBLq2boKDKN211CHQHF0_er5b7YRiGm3yJf4CKKxs-ezGHGSVW3yN1hWvaq6wIlkjP4cGmRLy2B0y2GS83wFam_okdLjwtDF42YSb4xs4ok2ATHKV/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers20.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 387px;" /></a> Deseret News 25 May 1934<br />
Sarah and Charles were married for time in the Salt Lake Temple on 24 May 1934. She was 76 years old and Charles was 84. For persons of their age to marry was notable. The Deseret News took a photo of the couple as they were obtaining their marriage license at City Hall and published a brief story concerning their marriage the next day. This was the fourth marriage for Charles. (Two of his wives had died and one marriage ended in divorce.) Charles was a pioneer settler in the Union Fort area and had started the Union Merchantile Store in his earlier years.<br />
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The article reads "Bridegroom, 85, Takes 76-year-old Bride<br />
"Here are Mr. and Mrs. Charles Denney receiving their marriage license from License Clerk George Graham at the City and County Building.<br />
"It was the third matrimonial venture of Charles Denney, 85, and the second for Mrs. Sarah Williams, 76. They were married yesterday in the temple.<br />
"Both are residents of Union, having resided there for the past 15 or 16 years. Previously to that Mr. Denney completed a service of 33 years as a compositor with the Deseret News, and Mrs. Williams resided in American Fork. They are both natives of England, coming to Utah as young converts of the 'Mormon' faith.<br />
"Still going strong at 85, Mr. Denney has been active for more than half a century in Church and civic affairs. He has filled two missions of two years each to Germany and England and a short term mission. In addition he was superintendent of the Eleventh ward Sunday school for 11 years, 14 years superintendent of the Union ward Sunday school and five years as clerk of that ward.<br />
"Mrs. Denney has also been active in the various auxiliary organizations throughout her life in addition to rearing nine children. Mr. Denney is the father of 13 children, grandfather to 54 children and great-grandfather to 24."<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLvnWNKo9LMpbvDnQGp2KU5WdD5sH1W4Qq8Rr1kverWshqYnEBYS7ijUzNETBBhyphenhyphenvSoYxdLxkiXiQ4jDuQuxBsobeQguHPlDRMwce1-WyzttPmiguOcK8Y3obnOxKELOYpr12gR-Wl1fL/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers191.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659284542244486466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLvnWNKo9LMpbvDnQGp2KU5WdD5sH1W4Qq8Rr1kverWshqYnEBYS7ijUzNETBBhyphenhyphenvSoYxdLxkiXiQ4jDuQuxBsobeQguHPlDRMwce1-WyzttPmiguOcK8Y3obnOxKELOYpr12gR-Wl1fL/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers191.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 221px;" /></a> Sarah poses in one of her finely sewn dresses.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJKhyphenhyphenZmbHCsU98E7y9iBV7GqVjBBWFGUoZp2m5dfM3lfgkN87r1vv2vDWLCyoTAYovLXcMqJEdaSZAq8Tu25MY69dI937JRMPIztp5-y91QwYZJvtfGwyc17RnP-968NgZBRgCtLvKZ9n/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers18.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659283904673085890" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJKhyphenhyphenZmbHCsU98E7y9iBV7GqVjBBWFGUoZp2m5dfM3lfgkN87r1vv2vDWLCyoTAYovLXcMqJEdaSZAq8Tu25MY69dI937JRMPIztp5-y91QwYZJvtfGwyc17RnP-968NgZBRgCtLvKZ9n/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers18.jpg" style="display: block; height: 296px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> Sarah celebrates her 80th birthday, 11 April 1938, with family.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYYFoI_uxDVl_SwmBnqRSMQgGq_eRnY7EdRWe_Uaiw0Zwx4xrhghDNzfx1e2inHDAHAqDUCMb7BHiQxrlAZJUMDSBo2eDjBtix1eNZz2dFfJ3crHrcr8sT1yQ5By7ITu1DNrvVaR86h_L/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers161.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659283150379216018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYYFoI_uxDVl_SwmBnqRSMQgGq_eRnY7EdRWe_Uaiw0Zwx4xrhghDNzfx1e2inHDAHAqDUCMb7BHiQxrlAZJUMDSBo2eDjBtix1eNZz2dFfJ3crHrcr8sT1yQ5By7ITu1DNrvVaR86h_L/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers161.jpg" style="display: block; height: 345px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> Sarah and Charles Denney were expert gardeners and loved colorful floral displays. They planted hundreds of tulips each spring.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_VdAVYtR0YNz1Dnt5V-SYWf9BYbpZq-dpz12Cr2zeaXX-4YJmIeMvfXXbBgoKZTu8OUdmRYnOyxnI0RX8Wmx0gqpqtejDmo99WhcHkAWTj5TuhH1awb0g2XsH5-yhQEXv-IM-YxmlsFHE/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers16.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659282715761229186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_VdAVYtR0YNz1Dnt5V-SYWf9BYbpZq-dpz12Cr2zeaXX-4YJmIeMvfXXbBgoKZTu8OUdmRYnOyxnI0RX8Wmx0gqpqtejDmo99WhcHkAWTj5TuhH1awb0g2XsH5-yhQEXv-IM-YxmlsFHE/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers16.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 310px;" /></a> Sarah and Charles Denney find a tranquil moment to touch hands.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftwFMDyZKDXOAg2mpFSVLqOAMWLZuhIH8XsU9HExsGMt7x1b_WDjG811aVAxwbS-owyvnN-1Q_JDvkVZ-XkpLOTWZSORULIozwWuHQ_ZtgR3-Ik73Hh2r2w-Z2X2F48YsgR6u_8cEK2qu/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers15.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659282143445224546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftwFMDyZKDXOAg2mpFSVLqOAMWLZuhIH8XsU9HExsGMt7x1b_WDjG811aVAxwbS-owyvnN-1Q_JDvkVZ-XkpLOTWZSORULIozwWuHQ_ZtgR3-Ik73Hh2r2w-Z2X2F48YsgR6u_8cEK2qu/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers15.jpg" style="display: block; height: 231px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> The Cherry Creek homestead cabin in Juab County, Utah. It had two rooms and was situated next to an ice-cold running spring. This was James' last view of it when he and Sarah locked up in fall of 1923.</div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xQXjZgChvC_tDA9rzSTVhmVcyQXkZXShPjgE_mMo264qTPxI3ziFrTnc1a1LLaevEW_8v1182P4harIOhWNBInywDNAA9yBBUFKDFCZ2VO592SoAYQIIVuyEWnEiUKu93wdiPA3Xxf9A/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers14.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658229308834662690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5xQXjZgChvC_tDA9rzSTVhmVcyQXkZXShPjgE_mMo264qTPxI3ziFrTnc1a1LLaevEW_8v1182P4harIOhWNBInywDNAA9yBBUFKDFCZ2VO592SoAYQIIVuyEWnEiUKu93wdiPA3Xxf9A/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers14.jpg" style="display: block; height: 296px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> Sarah Rogers Williams stands far left, next to Brother and Sister John McDonald and a number of LDS Maori converts, during a 24th of July holiday celebration at Lagoon, in Farmington, 1912.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNixbH3ZlBSftCmUIklrQPcZiHBCBREWVTbEVTBslOT_sDMBCZ0owHtxDNHm-qt9FYebBUQJYKHoe_FekcnUoSFyqHqziswj2RNx49lsrjjShnk6iiUr9xqxQcYpA9KrQp7c6QLDqSc7pT/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers132.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658228881137234706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNixbH3ZlBSftCmUIklrQPcZiHBCBREWVTbEVTBslOT_sDMBCZ0owHtxDNHm-qt9FYebBUQJYKHoe_FekcnUoSFyqHqziswj2RNx49lsrjjShnk6iiUr9xqxQcYpA9KrQp7c6QLDqSc7pT/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers132.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 318px;" /></a> Sarah's youngest son, Fred at age 2 1/2 in March 1901. He died of pneumonia in 1905.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJWlXpYoAQsF5rEcv9slDPFMnnr7YNTlgNYtFQVt5M85AZ-v77OcYOCIRD-KAa1JcLA_l8chGWXzveybCcJuh6e2mWmXMqJ2ihm1D5hDamWK8DQ5uFbndHi00Sf7aijsl-orAtfkfEtB6/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers13.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658228256065254770" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihJWlXpYoAQsF5rEcv9slDPFMnnr7YNTlgNYtFQVt5M85AZ-v77OcYOCIRD-KAa1JcLA_l8chGWXzveybCcJuh6e2mWmXMqJ2ihm1D5hDamWK8DQ5uFbndHi00Sf7aijsl-orAtfkfEtB6/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers13.jpg" style="display: block; height: 229px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> A family gathering in front of Sarah's cottage in Union, about 1924. At rear are Angus Price, Lucy Williams Price (holding baby Gene), Merna Chaplin, Roy Price, Sarah, Ivy Williams Ekker, Arnold Ekker, Ralph Price. Front: Marie Price, Melvin Price, Velma Price, and Keith Ekker (sitting).<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONTEq4y1kB9kXQeOP40j_HUKmRkXI0FfGRKnlLQzHXv1vMgP8nD9cDN1UEaIS-0ZOnIyKelry8XymRdeTJqYRrqCxZURuFo_tDnczjIqOuX-5RkI_vBNx3K-IIXbI7AN_Aad3Cq6v4VnD/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers131.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658227868354006290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjONTEq4y1kB9kXQeOP40j_HUKmRkXI0FfGRKnlLQzHXv1vMgP8nD9cDN1UEaIS-0ZOnIyKelry8XymRdeTJqYRrqCxZURuFo_tDnczjIqOuX-5RkI_vBNx3K-IIXbI7AN_Aad3Cq6v4VnD/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers131.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 339px;" /></a> Sarah with daughter Lucy Price and Lucy's baby, Bert, in Taylor, Idaho, about 1907. Bert died in 1908.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvAKPlY5IKWSZPWGlhNiscVkDK_g-ZN5pqGT0SUIlerDXLLh3pfe1yIoFA7qbi_NHG9AurV0YylErjvdJ3gbtZwcUndpUodwp99PPGAnq3MKfTX-_JVMm1VrNgAJ37sxXaS1-urkykobt/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers10.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658226932665259842" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEvAKPlY5IKWSZPWGlhNiscVkDK_g-ZN5pqGT0SUIlerDXLLh3pfe1yIoFA7qbi_NHG9AurV0YylErjvdJ3gbtZwcUndpUodwp99PPGAnq3MKfTX-_JVMm1VrNgAJ37sxXaS1-urkykobt/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers10.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 317px;" /></a> Jim and Sarah in 1898 - by this time, Jim had shaved all but the mustache.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYl8xry5dCUpgGZWD6cfs_bZerHcmV5Ik_tn4MfCvQIW2rGw-2clgC8jNqnd2usTPIHSZJBrHN7oba_C55X6_smnjLAxzPjN_rtKBL4gjkmq_3HhH5h1F6JKHgEp4g3TJZrJKdfyGXHMgg/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers8.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658226517325779458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYl8xry5dCUpgGZWD6cfs_bZerHcmV5Ik_tn4MfCvQIW2rGw-2clgC8jNqnd2usTPIHSZJBrHN7oba_C55X6_smnjLAxzPjN_rtKBL4gjkmq_3HhH5h1F6JKHgEp4g3TJZrJKdfyGXHMgg/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers8.jpg" style="display: block; height: 266px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> Sarah's daughters: (left to right) Olive, Lucy, Amy, May and Sarah ("Sadie"), about 1905.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5hzYg-1fv_Fc9brjTHJmU9o5MzPmdfcmwkpfhdvPz7mgsnLfV0TfjV0tXsMa6j7bXZoZSN12PRKJrhEVQj5QYYlUYSO0jhFdSQSSeMmdwcEEd16Jc8tm9J2ugUC38RhqpJT3yqjU1Ax_/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers6.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658224842564717634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5hzYg-1fv_Fc9brjTHJmU9o5MzPmdfcmwkpfhdvPz7mgsnLfV0TfjV0tXsMa6j7bXZoZSN12PRKJrhEVQj5QYYlUYSO0jhFdSQSSeMmdwcEEd16Jc8tm9J2ugUC38RhqpJT3yqjU1Ax_/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers6.jpg" style="display: block; height: 234px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> The Joseph Wilkins plantation in Waikuku, New Zealand, as it looked to Sarah in 1876. Sarah stayed a year and learned a multitude of skills. At left is the Wilkins home. The far wing had a large library and several bay windows and French doors facing the stockade. In the foreground is the river where she went boating and floated logs to the sawmill. The central building is the flax mill with an attached blacksmith shop. At far rear is the bunkhouse for the hired men. <em>"At the Wilkins' estate, this is what I learned and did during a 12 months stay: flax cutting, scutching and helping on cross-cut saw, felling trees 7 feet or more in circumference and help yoke up 17 or more oxen, hitch up alone and drive horse and cart for a load of flax, help brand calves, hunt for the stock in the forest, help to build a small 3-roomed house, do a lot of sawing and finishing work, help dig five wells and two cellars on the Wilkins farm, learn to ride horseback, milk cows and goats, also make bread and yeast from flax roots, make everything for family wear but leather and shoes."</em><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfaT7eCH7XebLdzXCzZdwcH4OPd9Dxy-sybLENudv1Mt2JBepFRBqmXoU30AaS6Kg0iqNlOQ3gCRf4M70c-AwkuGtaTSR6ERzHnPJstrrFnIIZv3Kq-mUR5AaAr5OUEdVEu9x0PR73D9d/s1600/Sarah+Porter+Rogers3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658221536528774754" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnfaT7eCH7XebLdzXCzZdwcH4OPd9Dxy-sybLENudv1Mt2JBepFRBqmXoU30AaS6Kg0iqNlOQ3gCRf4M70c-AwkuGtaTSR6ERzHnPJstrrFnIIZv3Kq-mUR5AaAr5OUEdVEu9x0PR73D9d/s400/Sarah+Porter+Rogers3.jpg" style="display: block; height: 252px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> This watercolor, painted in 1874 (possibly by Sarah's relative Ellis Whitmore), depicts Sarah's community in New Zealand. In the left-central distance are soldier pensioners' cottages. At far right is a spired monument next to the blacksmith's shop. Sarah kept this painting all of her life.<br />
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[<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Harold William Miller, son of Ada Marion Williams (Miller), daughter of Sarah Porter Rogers (Williams).]<br />
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Birth: April 11, 1858, England<br />
Death: March 14, 1945, Union, Salt Lake County, Utah, USA<br />
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Mrs. Sarah Rogers Williams Denny, 86, died Wednesday at 6:30 a.m. of causes incident to age.<br />
She was born April 11, 1858, in Longford, England, daughter of George and Lucy Porter Rogers. At the age of four she and her parents moved to Auckland, New Zealand. In 1876, she was married to James Clark Williams and shortly after the couple moved to the United States and made their home in American Fork.<br />
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Mr. Williams was justice of the peace, and Mrs. Denny was clerk of the court for a number of years.<br />
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They later moved to Salt Lake City where the family had lived since. Mr. Williams died in 1925.<br />
In 1935 she was married to Charles Denny, Union, who died in 1938.<br />
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Mrs. Denny had been active in LDS church work, having served as a president of the Relief Society in Auckland, and having participated in musical activities of the church.<br />
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She is survived by five sons and daughters, Jay B. Williams, South Cottonwood; Mrs. Ada Miller, Oakland, California; Mrs. Lucy E. Price, Union; Mrs. Olive Wiseman, Murray, and Mrs. Ivy R. Ekker, Eureka; the following stepchildren; Sam, John, Edison and Franklin Denny; Mrs. Laura Barret, Mrs. Jessie Smith, Mrs. Ruth Young and Mrs. Naomi Smith.<br />
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Funeral services will be conducted Saturday at 1 p.m. in Union LDS ward chapel by Golden Berrett, bishop.<br />
<strong>Salt Lake Tribune (Utah) March 15, 1945 </strong><br />
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Burial will be in Salt Lake City cemetery.<br />
Burial: Salt Lake City Cemetery, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake County, Utah, USA<br />
Plot: O 10 16 2 EN2<br />
<strong>found on findagrave.com</strong><br />
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<strong>SECOND GENERATION<br />SARAH PORTER ROGERS (WILLIAMS DENNEY)</strong>(Daughter of George Whitmore Rogers and Lucy Porter) <br />
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Sarah Porter Rogers was born 11 April 1858 in Foleshill, near Coventry, Warwickshire, England. Her parents were George Whitmore Rogers and Lucy Porter. Sarah's mother, Lucy, was George's second wife. She married George after his first wife, Ann Porter (Lucy's older sister), died in 1847. <br />
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Sarah tells her own life story concerning her early years: <br />
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"I, Sarah Porter Rogers Williams, was born 11 April 1858. I was bout four years old when we left England on a Non-Conformist Emigrant ship. We were about four months on the water (S.S. English History). Joseph Wilkins and family came over on the same ship and were always the best of friends until death parted them. More about this family later. I was three years old when I started to school; a boy, David Smith, who used to work for father at that time in England (turning a hand loom) always carried me to school every day, and I cannot remember the time when I could not read. It was the custom in those days to send young children to a private school, partly to be taken care of while their parents attended to their work, weaving being the principal occupation in that locality. <br />
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Father gave me a very large volume of John Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress on my sixth birthday.<br />
It had quite large print with fancy borders in colors on every page and lots of pictures, but what a serious book for a six-year-old! Not much frivolity in those days. But, I could read it nevertheless, whether I understood it or not. Also the Bible which I loved as a daily companion. I dearly loved books. We were always taught to reverence any and everything of a sacred nature. I had a small pocket Testament that had been given to me later on by a Sunday School teacher. I always carried it around with me, and how I loved to open it and read at random whenever I had a spare, quiet moment. It always seemed to be so applicable to the occasion, no matter when or where I opened it, and was always a very present help in time of need. <br />
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When I was between six and seven years old and living at Freemount Base in Canvas Castle (before my baby brother was born), father sometimes caught an eel. He would "put it in a wash pan with water and tell my younger sister Ann and I that if we could catch that eel, he would give us a penny or something, but that eel was too darned slippery. We never could hold it. <br />
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I also remember time when I was seven years old; little sister and I were sleeping together and Father woke us one night and carried us in to Mother's bed to see our new little brother whom they named David. Then when he was about nine months old, Mother took me and the baby on a trip down the coast several hundred miles to visit my [half] sister Hannah at Tauranga, who was married to George Hinde, an officer, when she had her baby boy, Alfred Hinde. My brother-in-law, George R. Hinde, was a well and highly educated man and had been an officer in the army, so I had a little experience of army and camp life when the Maoris were frequently on the war path. When Mother returned home, she left me to stay with my sister [Hannah] about one year until they returned to Darlington, England. They wanted to take me to England with them, but my parents would not consent to that. I must have been about nine years old at that time. <br />
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The last school that I attended was called the Young Ladies Seminary or finishing school. We were taught all kinds of needle and fancy work every afternoon. I got my diploma for fancy work including crocheting, shawls, hoods, caps, mats, booties, petticoats, jackets, men's leggings, mittens, scarfs, in wool and cotton, all kinds of lace, all kinds of knitting, netting and fancy tatting, all kinds of bead work and fancy neck wear, ornamental embroidery, silks and cotton, alphabets, figures, and names on sampler with wool. I had to leave school when I was twelve years old on account of Mother's health. I was always fond of study, so I keep at it while at home. <br />
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When I was twelve years old, I enrolled and paid my fee as a member of a music class of one hundred members, called the Choral Union, later called Tonic Solfa Method. I passed two vocal tests and examinations with honor and perfect ability. I spent many, many hours and years of untold pleasure and enjoyment with the different classes, for my whole heart was in it. We were invited out quite often to give or furnish musical numbers and no matter how many or how few were chosen, I was always included for the alto, as I had time and tune so perfectly they could always depend on me as it were right on the dot. <br />
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We used to have some very enjoyable outings, mostly excursions on the water, but one time, we<br />
went to the "Three Kings" to see some noted caves. We traveled with teams and carriages in<br />
those days, and we were told to each bring one or more candles to lighten the darkness. We<br />
descended far down into the bowels of the earth; after we were all assembled in a group, we<br />
opened our books at a given place and sang as we never sang before, and such a volume of harmony echoed and reverberated around that big cave! It was a very grand and beautiful sight to see the glitter of so many candles and the beautiful and gorgeous coloring of the many stalactites. I never will forget that inspiring scene. Then we had a fine picnic spread afterwards and more singing.<br />
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Another treat I always enjoyed immensely: the music professor and his wife were very dear friends of mine, and nearly every week, they expected me to visit them on the same day that we had class; so while his wife was preparing supper, they would say, "Come on, Sarah, let us practice some of this new music." He used to have it sent out from some of the best composers in England every month regularly. He would play, and I would sing alto. He would also take me to his studio and show me their new paintings and sketches. He was a grand artist too, and made some of the most magnificent oiled paintings. I was sure in my glory when I went there in the midst of music and art. They gave me a beautiful oil painting, Coronandel, of a rural scene for a wedding present which I prized very highly. I got two diplomas in music. <br />
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When I was fourteen years old, I was apprenticed to a first-class dressmaker for a year and a half. Also I learned shoe fitting at the shoe factory which consisted of pasting the lining smoothly on the uppers before the soles were attached. <br />
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When I was sixteen years old, I was a full-fledged dress maker with my diploma. I made dresses that fitted so smoothly with darts and skillful padding, trimming on waists, of braids, fringes, and etc. all done by hand for $200; wedding gowns and specialty for $250. [In later years, Sarah told several of her grandchildren that she and each of the dressmakers were required each day to bring to work a bottle of their own urine, used as a skin-softening agent for their hands, so they could properly handle the extremely delicate threads.]<br />
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Next on the list, as my health was very good at this time, was a proposition from old friends of ours-Joseph Wilkins and family who came from England on the same ship that we did for me to try a season at the country home and work with their family about thirty miles away at Waikoukou [north of Auckland). Father took me there the first time I went. We had to go in a small river steamer up to Riverhead, taking two hours for the trip, then a walk of seven miles. No one there to meet us as they had not been appraised of our coming. It was all up and down hill and not another house anywhere around on the road until we arrived at our destination. We found them all busy in the flax mill or on the drying ground where I soon learned to work with the rest and liked to do the work. Some of my happiest hours were spend with them. In the Bush Country, flax was 10 to 12 feet high, broad leaf like corn, but quite thick. <br />
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At the Wilkins' estate, this is what I learned and did during a 12 months stay: flax cutting, scutching and helping on cross-cut saw, felling trees 7 feet or more in circumference and help yoke up 17 or more oxen, hitch up alone and drive horse and cart for a load of flax, help brand calves, hunt for the stock in the forest, help to build a small 3-roomed house, do a lot of sawing and finishing work, help dig five wells and two cellars on the Wilkins farm, learn to ride horseback, milk cows and goats, also make bread and yeast from flax roots, make everything for family wear but leather and shoes. I did tailoring and made wedding outfits, and acted as a] school tutor for the Wilkins children. They had an immense library all across one end of a large living room, hundreds of volumes and all the latest tools on music. They built a large house and their own lumber [mill] and saw mill and flax mill; [they] also made their own bricks, blacksmith and carpenter shops, [and] owned a large tract of and forest. [Sarah's autobiography ends here 1884, when Sarah was sixteen.] <br />
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At one point, Sarah was offered a position as a governess to the children of a local doctor. Later, when the first public school in Auckland was being established, Sarah was invited to be the school head and only teacher. Sarah noted years later that she turned down both offers because she was too self-conscious to accept. (Sarah always felt that her natural shyness caused her to forego many growing opportunities throughout her life.) <br />
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About the time Sarah turned 18, Sarah had met James Clark "Jimmy" Williams. A mutual interest was sparked, and they celebrated Jimmy's 22nd birthday-15 October 1876-by marrying in Auckland. Sarah was to have her first four daughters born in New Zealand: Ada Marion, Edith Mable (May), Lucy Ellen, and Amy Catherine. <br />
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Sarah and Jim were affiliated with the Christian Brethren church in on Cooke Street, in Auckland. In 1880, Mormon missionaries arrived in New Zealand, and scheduled scriptural debates with the Christian Brethren. James Sarah and others went to some of their meetings out of curiosity. The Mormon elders were convincing, and several families joined the LDS church, among them Sarah and her husband James. They were baptized 18 March 1880 in the graving<br />
dock in Auckland by Elder John P. Sorenson. <br />
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In March 1882, Sarah's husband left Auckland with a company of Saints who were emigrating to Utah. The expectation was that James would prepare the way in Utah, then send for Sarah and the children. As it turned out, however, James was almost immediately sent back to New Zealand to serve a full-time mission. He returned to Sarah and the family and did missionary work until October 1884 when he was released as Presiding Elder of the Auckland branch. <br />
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The family immediately emigrated to Utah and in December 1884 settled in American Fork,<br />
Utah. Sarah afterward gave birth to Sarah Hannah, Olive Bernetta, James Buchanan, Ivy Rachel and George Frederick, who were all born in American Fork. Sarah's last son, Fred (George Frederick Williams), was born in 1898 when Sarah was 40. Sorrow struck the Williams family when young Fred died of pneumonia at seven years of age in Salt Lake City in 1905. <br />
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James and Sarah Williams tried different ventures. In 1905, they left American Fork and moved to Salt Lake City. By the end of the year, they were living at 76 West 100 North [now 200 North], on Grape Street, [present-day Almond Street] in Salt Lake City, while Jim ran a restaurant and sold his famous Hot Scotch Pies. It was while they were living in Salt Lake City that Sarah and James took in their widowed daughter May and subsequently helped raise May's two children, Irvin and Verda May Fox. Sarah and the children (and grandchildren) all helped bake the pies and run the restaurant. <br />
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Living in Salt Lake City allowed Sarah and James the opportunity to renew many acquaintances. They both were active in the local Scottish Thistle Club and the Caledonian Society, and took an active part in the New Zealand reunions which included many native Maori converts to the LDS faith. <br />
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James and Sarah began to find mixed success with the baking business in Salt Lake, and she and James began to explore the possibility of becoming farmers. For a year, Sarah and Jim tried farming in Taylor, Idaho, where they helped their daughter Lucy and her husband, Angus Price, on their new farm. James and Sarah then decided to gamble on obtaining a homestead in the East Tintic Valley, south of the Tooele-Juab county line. Although this was desert country, a few dry farms in the vicinity had shown it was possible to grow a successful crop of wheat and lucerne in place of the sagebrush and juniper. Sarah's daughter Ada and son-in-law Ed Miller were also attempting to establish a couple of dry farms in the area. <br />
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James and Sarah began with a dugout home near Lofgreen, which Jim eventually turned into a snug log house. After a few years of bitterly hard work, Sarah and James realized that drought conditions made working their present homestead claim impractical. They relinquished the land and started over. James was now 65 years old, and Sarah was 61. They opened a new 321-acre homestead seven miles to the west, in the West Tintic Valley near Cherry Creek. This also happened to be near their daughters Sadie (Sarah) Cox and Ivy Ekker, and their husbands and families. Sarah and James built a small, but comfortable, wood frame cabin next to an excellent water source. The land was overrun with thick stands of sage and juniper, but over the next<br />
years, Sarah and James and their family members were able to clear 80 acres and convert it into cultivated farmland. <br />
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In 1923, the government Land Office recognized James' claim to the homestead; however, by this time, James' health had deteriorated too far. He was now unable to even visit his farm, much less work it. Disabled by rheumatoid arthritis, James moved with Sarah into a small wooden cabin next to their daughter Lucy and her husband Angus Price on the Price farm in Union, Utah. It was there that Sarah saw the health of James gradually fail. Her beloved<br />
"Jimmy" died 13 June 1925 of kidney failure. Afterwards, Sarah wrote of her life with James: "It is like heaven on earth to live with anyone that you can agree with so perfectly." <br />
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Sarah had been a widow for a few years when her daughter Amy and her family were in a car<br />
accident in Murray. As a result of the accident, Amy's husband, Charles Joseph Brems, died 5<br />
December 1927. Amy had not been in good health, and the injuries from the accident made<br />
it necessary to have help; so Sarah moved in to take care of Amy and Amy's five-year-old<br />
son, Robert. At this time, Amy's daughter, Mildred Brems Taylor, also came from California to help with the family. <br />
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Sarah took care of Amy, Robert, and Mildred from the time of the accident in December 1927 until Amy passed away 21 February 1930. The attending doctor advised them to keep the children at home where they were until young Robert finished the school year. Sarah remained until August 1930, at which time, Robert went to live with his sister LaRue and her husband Jim Reid, while Mildred returned to California. <br />
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At this time, Sarah returned to live in the small wooden cottage on the property of her daughter<br />
Lucy ("Lu") Price in Union, Utah. While living there, Sarah met an elderly widower in the Union First Ward, Charles Denney, Jr. Like Sarah, Charles had been born in England. After emigrating to Utah, Charles had operated the "Union Cash General Merchant" store in Union and raised a family. Charles had also built the modest 40-year-old home in which Sarah was now living. (He had about the same time also built the adobe home immediately next door where Lucy and Angus Price were now living.) Soon, Charles found himself making frequent visits up the hill to Sarah's home on the Price farm. Despite their advanced ages, Sarah and Charles decided to<br />
marry. On 24 May 1934, Sarah, age 76, and Charles, age 84, were married for time in the Salt Lake Temple by the temple recorder, Elder Joseph Christensen. <br />
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Charles liked gardening and poetry, and had written the words for the beautiful hymn, "O Thou Kind and Gracious Father," which is still in the official LDS hymn book (Hymn #150). In 1930, Charles had claimed in the Deseret News to be oldest living former newspaperman (or compositor) in the state, stating that he had started out in the trade 14 May 1867. No one ever<br />
disputed his claim. <br />
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A week after the marriage, on 31 May 1934, the Price family hosted a reception for the newlyweds. Charles recorded in his diary: "At 9 p.m. Mother & I went with Bro. & Sis. Price to the Union hall for our wedding reception. Had a fine program arranged by Roy & Ralph Price, of solos & instrumental pieces. Recited "Bernarodel Carpis," Miss Joyce Kunkle recited "The Bald Headed Man, " a musical melange by the Ozark band (Bill Carday), comical and Swedish dialogue, etc, followed by 2 hours of dancing. Over 200 guests present, friends & relatives of both mother's & mine, quite a lot of glamour and cloth ware presents. We served punch to the crowd, all wished us joy and congratulations, and all had a jolly, enjoyable time until 12:30. " <br />
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Charles was not a large person, being five feet tall and weighing 105 pounds. When Charles became ill, Sarah cared for him until his death in 1937 at the age of 88. His diary often mentioned how kind Sarah was to him and how relatives often visited to bring food and cheer. Shortly after Charles death, Sarah started to have her own severe health problems, and she was moved into a<br />
room in her daughter Lucy's home. <br />
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Sarah's illness lasted about seven years prior to her death. During this time, her daughter Lucy cared for her day and night. Her room was on the east end of the house, and the kitchen was on the west. A bell was rigged so that Sarah could pull a string and ring it from her bed when she needed care. Although restricted to her bed, Sarah continued to write to relatives and write family histories. Looking back over her life, she felt that she had missed many opportunities by being too reticent and shy. She looked at her patriarchal blessing and decided it showed "how and what I could have become if I hadn't always been so infernal self-conscious and bashful."<br />
She wrote, "If I could see my time over again, I'd try to do different [be less diffident] in many ways that I now deeply regret." <br />
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Sara Porter Rogers Willaims Denney died at the age of 86 on 14 March 1945 and was buried 17 March 1945 beside James Clark Williams in the Salt Lake Cemetery. <br />
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PATRIARCHAL BLESSING OF SARAH PORTER ROGERS WILLIAMS<br />
American Fork, Utah County, Utah<br />
August 18,1885<br />
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A Patriarchal Blessing by Zebedee Coltrin upon the head of Sarah Porter Rogers Williams,<br />
daughter of George Whitmore Rogers and Lucy Porter. Born April 11, 1858, Longford near<br />
Coventry, England. <br />
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Sister Sarah, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, I lay my hands upon your head and seal<br />
upon you a Patriarchal Blessing, for thou art a daughter of Abraham, the house of Joseph the<br />
lineage of Ephraim. I seal upon thy head a father's blessing, for thou art a lawful heir of the<br />
new and everlasting covenant. And in as much as thou wilt keep all the commandments of the<br />
Lord thou shalt attain unto all the blessings of eternal exaltation.<br />
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The choice blessings of the heavens shall rest down upon thee and the light of the Lord shall<br />
dwell within you, and every organ of the mind shall be filled with the inspiration of the Lord,<br />
for thou wert called and chosen of the Lord before the foundations of the earth were laid, to<br />
come forth in this dispensation to assist in bringing forth a righteous seed unto the Lord. And<br />
thou shalt become the Mother of a numerous people, and the Holy Melchizedek Priesthood<br />
shall rest down upon them throughout all their generations, and thy sons shall become mighty<br />
men before the Lord filled with the intelligence of the heavens, and many of them shall become kings and priests of the Most High and shall become a great and a mighty people dwelling in the midst of the Zion of the Lord. Thy daughters shall become women of great renown and their daughters shall be come the Mothers of Holy men and women who shall [be] in the midst of the sanctified of the Most High. Thy generations shall become as the sands of the sea shore, innumerable, and many of them shall live and reign with the Lord a thousand years upon the earth. And unto thy generations there shall be no end. <br />
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And thou shalt be enabled to receive all the blessings and sealing powers which shall be given in the Temple of the Lord. Thou shalt behold the Lord when He shall come to His Temple and shall be enabled to do a great work both for the living and the dead and shall assist in the redemption of thy father's house. And great shall be thy reward in the heavens, and thou shall become a mighty prophetess in the midst of the daughters of Zion. Thou shall be enabled to teach the daughters of Zion the principles of the everlasting gospel and the angels of the Lord shall administer unto you and thou shalt be wrapped in the visions of the heavens and be clothed with salvation as with a garment and thou shalt remain upon the earth until thy head is as white as wool. And shall have power to do a great and mighty work upon the earth and shall become a mother in Israel and be a blessing to the daughters of Zion. <br />
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Thou shalt have power to behold the visions of the Heavens and the mighty power of Jehovah shall rest upon you. Thou shalt be numbered with the Lord's anointed and shall become a queen and a priestess unto thy husband. The blessings of eternal lives shall rest upon you, and no hand that is lifted against thee shall prosper. Thou shall be enabled to attain unto all the blessing of the queens of heavens. For thou shall become one with them in the celestial kingdom of our God. For the Holy Ghost shall rest upon and be with thee throughout all thy days upon the earth, and none of the daughters of Zion shall excel thee because the Lord thy God shall pour forth His Spirit upon thee. Peace shall dwell in thy habitation throughout all thy days upon the earth and the choice blessings of the heavens shall attend you, for the Lord will give unto thee great wisdom. Thou shalt receive an everlasting inheritance when the Ancient of Days shall sit, and shall have power to come forth in the morn of the first resurrection and shall be numbered with the Sanctified before the Lord. <br />
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And now Sister I seal all these blessing upon thy head, from thee up unto all the powers of<br />
exaltation of thrones and dominions and powers of eternal lives in the name of our Lord Jesus<br />
Christ. Amen.<br />
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Sarah Williams, Scribe<br />
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Resourse: Autobiography by Sarah Porter Rogers Williams Denney<br />
"Sarah Porter Rogers Williams Denney, Stories of her Life" by Naomi N Brems<br />
Family records of Lucy Ellen Williams Price<br />
Diary of Charles Denney Jr, 1934-1935<br />
Family records of Marilyn Brady Elkins <br />
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<strong>Williams-Rogers A Family History pp. 59-76</strong> <br />
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She was born April 11, 1858, in Longford, England, daughter of George and Lucy Porter Rogers. At the age of four she and her parents moved to Auckland, New Zealand. In 1876, she was married to James Clark Williams and shortly after the couple moved to the United States and made their home in American Fork.
Mr. Williams was justice of the peace, and Mrs. Denny was clerk of the court for a number of years.
They later moved to Salt Lake City where the family had lived since. Mr. Williams died in 1925.
In 1935 she was married to Charles Denny, Union, who died in 1938.
Mrs. Denny had been active in LDS church work, having served as a president of the Relief Society in Auckland, and having participated in musical activities of the church.
She is survived by five sons and daughters, Jay B. Williams, South Cottonwood; Mrs. Ada Miller, Oakland, Cal.; Mrs. Lucy E. Price, Union; Mrs. Olive Wiseman, Murray, and Mrs. Ivy R. Ekker, Eureka; the following stepchildren; Sam, John, Edison and Franklin Denny; Mrs. Laura Barret, Mrs. Jessie Smith, Mrs. Ruth Young and Mrs. Naomi Smith.
Funeral services will be conducted Saturday at 1 p.m. in Union LDS ward chapel by Golden Berrett, bishop.
Burial will be in Salt Lake City cemetery.
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-90875718248723061522015-05-24T00:30:00.000-07:002015-06-09T09:19:50.230-07:00SOREN ERASTUS ANDERSON 1859-1935[<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Marguerite Anderson (Miller), daughter of Hannah Anderson (Anderson), daughter of Soren Erastus Anderson.]<br />
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Burial: Price City Cemetery, Price, Carbon County, Utah, USA - Plot: 1-A-029-03<br />
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Birth: July 13, 1858, Ephraim, Sanpete County, Utah, USA<br />
Death: October 24, 1935, Carbon County, Utah, USA<br />
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Soren Erastus Anderson was the son of Soren & Hannah Nielson Anderson. He married Mary Margaret Edmiston on May 28, 1881. Their children were: Anna Blanch, David Stimer, Martha LaPreal, Hannah, Mary Lulu, Warren Erastus, Charles Leo, John Lisle, Movell and an infant son.<br />
Erastus was a farmer. He died at age 77 years 3 months and 11 days.<br />
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-91085585544208577332015-05-23T00:00:00.000-07:002015-06-09T09:20:30.109-07:00MARY MARGARET EDMISTON (ANDERSON) 1864-1909[<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Marguerite Anderson (Miller), daughter of Hannah Anderson (Anderson), daughter of Mary Margaret Edmiston (Anderson).]<br />
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Burial: Price City Cemetery, Price, Carbon County, Utah, USA - Plot: 1-A-029-04</div>
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Birth: May 14, 1864, Utah, USA<br />
Death: August 13, 1909, Price, Carbon County, Utah, USA<br />
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Mary Margaret Edmiston was the daughter of John and Martha Snow Edmiston. She married Erastus Anderson on May 28, 1881. Their children were: Anna Blanch, David Stimer, Martha LaPreal, Hannah, Mary Lulu, Warren Erastus, Charles Leo, John Lisle, Movell and an infant son.<br />
Mary died of diabetis at age 45 years and 3 months.<br />
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<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Name:</td><td class="result-value-bold" itemprop="name">Mary Edmiston </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Residence:</td><td class="result-value">Petty, Sanpete, Utah </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Birthdate:</td><td class="result-value" id="birth_date" itemprop="startDate">1864 </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item" id="birth_location" itemprop="location" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Place"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Birthplace:</td><td class="result-value" itemprop="name">Utah, United States </td></tr>
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<tr class="result-item" itemprop="parents" itemscope="" itemtype="http://historical-data.org/HistoricalPerson"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Father's Name:</td><td class="result-value" itemprop="name">John Edmiston </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Father's Birthplace:</td><td class="result-value">Pennsylvania, United States </td></tr>
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<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Race or Color (Expanded):</td><td class="result-value">White </td></tr>
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<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Martial Status:</td><td class="result-value">Single </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Age (Expanded):</td><td class="result-value">16 years </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Occupation:</td><td class="result-value"></td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">NARA Film Number:</td><td class="result-value">T9-1338 </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Page:</td><td class="result-value">426 </td></tr>
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<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Entry Number:</td><td class="result-value">973 </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Film number:</td><td class="result-value">1255338 </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="result-label" scope="row"></td><td class="result-value"><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/MNS2-36N">William Edmiston</a> </td><td class="result-value" itemprop="gender" scope="row">M</td><td class="result-value" scope="row">25</td></tr>
<tr><td class="result-label" scope="row"></td><td class="result-value"><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/MNS2-36J">George Edmiston</a> </td><td class="result-value" itemprop="gender" scope="row">M</td><td class="result-value" scope="row">30</td></tr>
<tr><td class="result-label" scope="row"></td><td class="result-value"><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/MNS2-36V">Daniel Edmiston</a> </td><td class="result-value" itemprop="gender" scope="row">M</td><td class="result-value" scope="row">18</td></tr>
<tr><td class="result-label" scope="row"> </td><td class="result-value">Mary Edmiston </td><td class="result-value" itemprop="gender" scope="row">F</td><td class="result-value" scope="row">16</td></tr>
<tr><td class="result-label" scope="row"></td><td class="result-value"><a href="https://familysearch.org/pal:/MM9.1.1/MNS2-362">Charles Edmiston</a> </td><td class="result-value" itemprop="gender" scope="row">M</td><td class="result-value" scope="row">13</td></tr>
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Utah Death Certificates, 1904-1956 for Mary Margaret Edunston Anderson</h1>
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<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Name:</td><td class="result-value-bold" itemprop="name">Mary Margaret Edunston Anderson </td></tr>
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<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Death Date:</td><td class="result-value" id="death_date" itemprop="startDate">13 Aug 1909 </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item" id="death_location" itemprop="location" itemscope="" itemtype="http://schema.org/Place"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Death Place:</td><td class="result-value" itemprop="name">Price, Carbon, Utah </td></tr>
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<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Gender:</td><td class="result-value" itemprop="gender">Female </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Marital Status:</td><td class="result-value"></td></tr>
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<tr class="result-item" itemprop="parents" itemscope="" itemtype="http://historical-data.org/HistoricalPerson"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Father's Name:</td><td class="result-value" itemprop="name">John Edunston </td></tr>
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<tr class="result-item" itemprop="parents" itemscope="" itemtype="http://historical-data.org/HistoricalPerson"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Mother's Name:</td><td class="result-value" itemprop="name">Martha Snow </td></tr>
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<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Film Number:</td><td class="result-value">2229320 </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Digital GS Number:</td><td class="result-value">4120989 </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Image Number:</td><td class="result-value">1140 </td></tr>
<tr class="result-item"><td class="result-label" scope="row">Certificate Number:</td><td class="result-value">42 </td></tr>
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-10727249242791614152015-05-22T00:30:00.000-07:002015-06-09T09:21:09.173-07:00GEORGE MULLER 1812-1893[<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Harold William Miller, son of Edward Emerson Miller, son of Leander John Miller, son of George Muller.]<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">George Miller and Martha Jane Gourley Miller</span></strong></div>
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<span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1359055444026_2543" style="font-family: Calibri;"><i id="yui_3_7_2_1_1359055444026_2623">Müller Georges </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i>Born <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1359055505_0">23 April</span> 1812</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i></i>DECLARATION; made at the township of <em><u>Weitersville</u></em><em><u>r </u></em>department of </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Bas-Rhin, </span><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1359055444026_2627" style="font-family: Calibri;">before the Officer of Vital Records, at <i><u>nine</u> </i>o-clock <i><u>in the </u></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i><u>morning</u></i><u> </u>the </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i><u>twenty fourth</u></i><u> </u></span><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1359055444026_2631" style="font-family: Calibri;"><i id="yui_3_7_2_1_1359055444026_2630"><u id="yui_3_7_2_1_1359055444026_2629">of April</u></i> <i><u>eighteen twelve</u></i> of the birth of a </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">child of the </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i><u>Masculine</u></i> sex born <u>the</u><i> </i></span><span id="yui_3_7_2_1_1359055444026_2635" style="font-family: Calibri;"><i id="yui_3_7_2_1_1359055444026_2634"><u id="yui_3_7_2_1_1359055444026_2633">twenty third</u> </i>of the month of<i> <u></u></i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i><u>April </u></i>at <i><u>Seven </u></i>o-clock<i><u> </u></i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i><u>in the evening</u> </i>and named <i><u>Georges________ </u></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i id="yui_3_7_2_1_1359055444026_2652"><u>Catherine Hok, </u></i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i><u>wife of </u> <u id="yui_3_7_2_1_1359055444026_2651">declarant_________________</u></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i><u>Michael Schluth, age </u></i></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><i><u>forty</u> <u>eight years, tailor__________</u></i></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Michael Schlutz</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> Gèorg Gimbel</span></i></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">On entering the town, some typical houses.</span></strong> </div>
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Someone got cute with the Brickwork on this house (Kitty face)</div>
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Where we ate a fine Alsatian lunch, chez Rene Bloch</div>
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Across the street from the restaurant where we ate lunch</div>
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War memorial at entrance to Weiterwiller Cemetery </div>
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Honoring the dead of three wars <br />
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This is a Muller (et al) family plot - Weiterswiller Cemetery</div>
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grave in Weiterswiller Cemetery</div>
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Georges Gimbel and Marie Gimbel - probably decended </div>
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A very old grave of an Alfred Georges Muller</div>
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Birth: April 23, 1812<br />
Weiterswiller, Bas Rhin, France<br />
Death: July 13, 1893<br />
Burial: Pleasing Grove Cemetery, Sigourney, Keokuk County, Iowa, USA</div>
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<b>FIRST GENERATION<br />CATHERINE CLARKE (WILLIAMS)</b>"Five O'Clock Katie"</div>
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Catherine "Katie" Clarke was born 22 June 1815 in Waterloo, Belgium, to Alexander Clarke and Catherine White. Both of Catherine's parents were from Auchterderran, Fife, Scotland. The ancestry of the Clarke (Clark) family can be traced to as early as the mid-seventeenth century in Auchterderran.</div>
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According to family tradition, the Clarkes were all tall people, some approaching seven feet tall. One of Catherine's brothers was so exceptionally tall that he was nicknamed "The Big Shepherd." During the rousing Scottish New Year's celebrations in Kirkcaldy, Katie's lanky brother would dance and sing his favorite song, "Jonny Sands," while flinging his long legs straight out to reach halfway across the room.</div>
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Katie's father was a British soldier, receiving a shilling a day (less nine pence for expenses), and her mother, Catherine White Clarke, served as a British army nurse while she accompanied her husband during his foreign service.</div>
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In June 1815, Alexander Clarke was serving under the Duke of Wellington at the Battle of Waterloo as English, Prussian, and Belgian troops defeated Napoleon's French army once and for all. It is likely that Alex was part of one of the Scottish regiments that distinguished themselves in the battle. <br />
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Though the Battle of Waterloo was to have begun at dawn on the 18th of June 1815. History tells us that it rained heavily on the evening of the 17th, the day before. This storm continued all that night into the next day. This hindered Napolean's artillary, as well as Wellington's, from moving into place in preparation for the battle which didn't really commence in earnest until 4:00pm on the 18th. It is also well known that a drop in atmospheric pressure, such as a storm, bring expectant mothers who are near full term into labor. This is possibly the reason why Catherine was born 4 days after the big battle there in Waterloo. </div>
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The pre 1900 photo of Waterloo shown, near top, above has a Triangular hill far in the background. This mound as constructed by mostly peasant labor on the site (a plain) where most of the battle took place. It was constructed by men women and children who carried buckets and cloth bags of soil on their shoulders from the surrounding countryside. It was meant as a monument to the men who lost there lives there fighting a battle to end all such conflicts. According to Victor Hugo Over 60,000 men, (see <i>Les Miserables</i>) died there, both sides. Though others estimate the deaths at closer to 9,500. At its crest there is a monument consisting of the statue of a Lion with a forepaw resting on top of a globe representing the world to signify the ending of all such worldly conflict. It was constructed in 1823 (about the same time that Joseph Smith ascended a very similar hill in New York called the Hill Cumorah). It was completed in 1824. Well, that one intended purpose of this monument didn't work out so well in ending all war, as we all know. Though this monument has survived two world wars with many major battles taking place near it. It is still there today.</div>
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The exact length of Alex Clarke's military service is not known. A normal enlistment might be seven years, with no pension offered unless the enlistee was wounded. (If Alex had enlisted for life, he would have received a pension upon retirement.) Many of those who enlisted in that era were farm laborers who were unable to find work.</div>
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After Alexander Clarke's military service, Catherine and her parents returned to Scotland. In 1845, Catherine married Alexander Williams, of Fifeshire.</div>
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Catherine was always industrious, and did a lot of sewing, knitting, and gardening. She kept a milk goat which had to be milked daily. Catherine would get up very early every morning. She would coax the goat up an outside stairway and into the kitchen of their large house where she would milk it. She would then sell the nutritious goat's milk to mothers for their babies.</div>
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Her husband Alex, who had a gift for training birds, mischievously taught their parrot to say, "Five o'clock, Katie, time to get up!" The parrot became Katie's early morning alarm. The story quickly circulated through the community. Afterward, Catherine became forever known throughout Kirkcaldy as "Five O'Clock Katie."</div>
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Catherine and Alexander Williams had five sons, all born in Kirkcaldy, Fifeshire, Scotland: </div>
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Alexander, born 2 January 1846</div>
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William, born 22 January 1848</div>
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Andrew, born 14 November 1852</div>
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James Clark, born 15 October 1854</div>
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John, born 12 August 1858</div>
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Catherine Clarke Williams lived to the age of 88 and died 22 November 1903, in Kirkcaldy, just two years and one week following the death of her husband Alexander.</div>
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<b>Williams-Rogers A Family History, p.5, 6. </b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left;">Catherine Clark was born in 1815 in France, where her father was serving in the English Army. He participated in the battle of Waterloo in which Napoleon was defeated. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Catherine was generally known as "Five O'clock Katie." She kept a milk goat, selling the milk for babies. They lived upstairs in a large house with stairs on the outside. Whenever the goat was milked, she had to be taken up the stairs into the kitchen. Catherine was very industrious, doing a lot of sewing, knitting, and gardening. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>Found in Arnold Arthur Miller' Book of Remembrance</b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div>
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-50107357347107593182015-05-20T00:30:00.002-07:002020-10-10T10:43:01.771-07:00ALEXANDER WILLIAMS 1820-1901[<b>Ancestral Link</b>: Harold William Miller, son of Ada Marion Williams (Miller), daughter of James Clark Williams, son of Alexander Williams.]<br />
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<b>FIRST GENERATION<br />ALEXANDER WILLIAMS</b>(Father of James Clark Williams)<br />
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Alexander Williams was born to Alexander Williams and Margaret Lonie on 13 July 1820, in Cupar, in the heart of Fifeshire, Scotland. He was christened ten days afterward.<br />
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His father's lineage in Fifeshire can be traced back to the 1600s, when the family name was<br />
"Williamson." His mother's lineage, under the family name of "Auchterlonie," can be traced<br />
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Alexander was married at about the age of 25 to Catherine Clarke. Between 1846 and 1858, they had five sons, all born in Kirkcaldy, Fifeshire, Scotland - Alexander, born January 2, 1846; William, born January 22, 1848; Andrew, born November 14, 1852; James Clark, born October 15, 1854; and John, born August 12, 1858. Kirkcaldy is a coastal town, nestled<br />
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Alexander was the foreman of one of the big iron foundries, and he issued all of the supplies to the workers. He was very well liked by his associates, and they never missed an opportunity of showing their regard for him. In Scotland, at that time, the New Year's celebrations lasted a full week. Every night during the celebratory week, Alex and the workers would gather together for a "right gude time" singing and dancing. They always served cake, cheese, and-naturally-a "wee drop" to drink. There were times when the workers would lift Alex up on their shoulders and march all over while the bagpipe pipers would play Alex's favorite tunes, including Alex's favorite, "The Soldier's Return."<br />
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Alexander was very artistic, and painted many beautiful pictures. One was of a house and garden in detail which his family kept under glass to protect it from dust and grime. His hobby was raising and training birds. He made a large birdhouse with a glass front and raised many different kinds of birds, some of which he trained to talk. He also stuffed birds and arranged them in different attitudes: one would be breaking a shell against a branch to get the snail out, while another would be sitting on a nest. His collection was very valuable. He was also an accomplished rock mason.<br />
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Alex Williams lived to the age of 81 and died 6 November 1901 in Kirkcaldy, Fifeshire, Scotland.<br />
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Reference: Family records of Charles Irvin Fox<br />
Family records of Lucy Williams Price<br />
<b>Williams-Rogers A Family History, p 3, 4</b></div><div align="left"><b><br /></b></div><div align="left">Alexander Williams was born on the 18th of January, 1820, in Cupar, Fifeshire, Scotland. He was married about the age of 25 to Catherine Clark. They had five sons born in Kirkcaldy, Fifeshire, Scotland - Alexander, born Jan. 2, 1846; William, born Jan 22, 1848,; Andrew, born Nov. 14, 1852; James Clark, born Oct. 15, 1854; and Joh, born Aug. 12, 1858.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Alexander was the forman of one of the big foundries, and also gave out all supplies to the workers. He was very well liked by his associates and they never missed an opportunity of showing their regard for him. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Alexander was very artistic, and painted many beautiful pictures. One was a house and garden in detail, which they kept under glass to protect it from dust and grime. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">His hobby was the raising and training of birds. He made a large bird house with a glass front, and raised many different kinds of birds, some of which he trained to talk. He also stuffed birds, arranged in different attitudes. </div><div align="left"><b>Found in Arnold Arthur Miller's Book of Rembrance.</b></div><div align="left"><br /></div>
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-56154911620256002122015-05-19T10:00:00.006-07:002020-10-28T11:03:40.277-07:00GEORGE WHITMORE ROGERS 1819-1901<div align="left">
[<b>Ancestral Link</b>: Harold William Miller, son of Ada Williams (Miller), daughter of Sarah Porter Rogers (Williams), daughter of George Whitmore Rogers.] </div>
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George Whitmore Rogers and his daughter Sarah Porter Rogers <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQuSq3cmSgtAoRKC4ip7ZQ0ADkOpQenWxhTyFvqcjYa3q0JqgVlxabFO286ctWNSH2fAnQzHCgasRF6mhFQ-F6jqUZaC-fqN6kioXswbaMMubbcxFgIMEQoFEFbESggcMU-Wiuj3a-O8v/s1600/George+Whitmore+Rogers2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656703802480070610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnQuSq3cmSgtAoRKC4ip7ZQ0ADkOpQenWxhTyFvqcjYa3q0JqgVlxabFO286ctWNSH2fAnQzHCgasRF6mhFQ-F6jqUZaC-fqN6kioXswbaMMubbcxFgIMEQoFEFbESggcMU-Wiuj3a-O8v/s400/George+Whitmore+Rogers2.jpg" style="display: block; height: 298px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> Reproduction of a 1757 depiction of an English ribbon weaver at work in his loom. This frame is very similar to the knitting frames used in Coventry up through the time of George W. Rogers. The feet and arms are constantly active while the back is bowed. This man is working with a good strong light behind him.<br />
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(Taken from a copperplate published in <i>Universal Magazine</i>, 1757.)<br />
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Photo taken about the time of their immigration from England to New Zealand in 1862.<br />
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Taken at the photo studio of F. Pullman, in Auckland, New Zeland<br />
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(The fourth plot is occupied by a Lula H. Roberts who died in 1882. It is not known what connection, if any, she may have had with George Whitmore Rogers.)<br />
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<b>FIRST GENERATION<br />GEORGE WHITMORE ROGERS</b>(Father of Sarah Porter Rogers)<br />
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George Whitmore Rogers was born to Martin Rogers (born at Culworth, Northampton, England) and Lydia Whitmore (born at Leicester, Warwickshire, England), 13 December 1819, in Exhall, Warwickshire, England, just five miles north of Coventry.<br />
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His father is believed to be originally from Northampton. His mother's family, the Whitmores, had enjoyed prominence in the Coventry area many years earlier. Exeter, and especially the small communities of Longford and Foleshill, lying between Exeter and Coventry, were noted for the number of silk weavers living there and the fine ribbons they produced.<br />
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George was left an orphan by the time he was ten years of age. He was bound out as a silk ribbon weaver to a childless couple who were extremely strict and severe.<br />
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Throughout his youth, George had no opportunity for schooling. (Even if he had the opportunity, the schools in the area were notably lacking.) At the age of nineteen, however, he was able to start night school. He was very intelligent and learned to read, write, and figure much better than many of those who had a first-class education. He had a wonderful memory, and he referred often to his "Uncle Dick" (as he always called the dictionary). He was also a natural-born mechanic.<br />
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In those years, the silk ribbon weaving trade involved more than half of the workers living in Coventry and its northern suburbs, perhaps as many as 30,000 people at its height in 1851. Exeter, Longford, Foleshill, and the other hamlets nearby were composed of small groups of houses sparsely scattered among the rough heathland. The poor quality of agriculture in the area did not allow large country estates. Coal seams, part of the North Warwickshire Coalfield, wound through the ground beneath the ribbon weavers' cottages. Their neighbors were chiefly other silk weavers or miners, or were laborers on the nearby Grand Junction Canal. (One neighbor, in nearby Foleshill, was young Mary Anne Evans, who lived there with her father from 1841-1849. Mary Anne later adopted the pen name of "George Eliot," and the novels<br />
she wrote are considered by many to be second only to those of Charles Dickens. Many of the characters and locales in her Victorian novels were directly based on events and people she knew in the Foleshill and Coventry area.)<br />
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A ribbon weaver's day might last 17 hours. Much of the silk was locally grown, then spun into yarn using a spinning wheel, then wound onto bobbins to be placed in the knitting frame of the loom. The weavers' knitting frames were well above a man's height, built of heavy timber. The weavers had to use both arms to move the heavy iron carriage across the frame while they operated the pedals with both feet. The work required stamina and concentration, and was normally done only by strong men. Candles were expensive for weavers living on a meager income, so the weaving looms were always placed in the best light, normally next to a large window, and on an upper floor, if possible. Many of the weavers' cottages included an upper floor "top-shop" located above the living quarters. A "top-shop" always had good light and a ceiling high enough to allow room for the looms. If a "top-shop" were especially large, there might be an area for spinning and spooling the silk thread used on the looms.<br />
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On 23 October 1842, George married Ann Porter of Longford, Warwickshire, in St. Warburg's Church in Derby, England. Ann was born 22 January 1817. On 18 April 1845, Ann gave birth to their first child, a girl whom they named Hannah after George's oldest sister. Unfortunately, Ann died 3 March 1847, leaving George a widower to take care of two-year-old Hannah.<br />
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After Ann's death, her sister Lucy Porter, seven years younger than Ann, went to keep house for her brother-in-law and to look after little Hannah. At this time, George had four or five silk looms and as many hired weavers. Lucy was also an expert silk weaver, but she had her own loom and did weaving at home for her own use. George and Lucy Porter were married in May 1849 (just twenty-six months after Ann died), at Foleshill Independent Chapel, Coventry, England. Lucy was born on the 22nd of June 1824.<br />
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George's inborn industry had brought him more success than many other ribbon weavers. He owned at least four of his own looms at a time when each loom cost about eight month's wages,<br />
and he was able to hire men to work them. Times were still very difficult, however: steam-powered factory looms were now coming into their own, and more and more cottage-based weavers were being put out of work. There had been years of growing discontent among the hard-pressed weavers in the Coventry area. In 1831, when the first ribbon weaving factory in England was built, the local workers in Coventry promptly burnt it to the ground. Foleshill, Longford, and the adjoining weaving communities, formerly havens of tranquility and industry, were now filling with idled workers who were acquiring notoriety for their lawlessness and drunken immorality. The rising rate of idled workers was being matched by an upward leap<br />
in incidents of local thievery, burglaries, and drunkenness. Even the annual Godiva Procession, celebrating the legend of Lady Godiva's ride through Coventry to relieve the citizens of her husband's taxes, had lost its luster. The different animals and the people in fancy costumes, and even the grand fair that followed the procession, now had a sour taste.<br />
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As far as George W. Rogers was concerned, the writing (writ large) was on the wall for silk weavers. Factories were taking over the industry, and the cottage workers and their output were becoming all but obsolete. George had always been a cautious man, opposed to any type of speculative enterprises, but it was becoming progressively apparent that the silk weaving industry would little longer support his family.<br />
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In the early 1850s, George kept hearing accounts of a sensational gold rush in Australia. With prospects in England virtually without promise, George decided to take ship for Australia and test his opportunities,even though he had always been very much opposed to any kind of speculation. He would send for his family after he got settled. Upon arriving in South Australia, he bought a yoke of oxen and started a freighting business. He began to regularly travel the rugged 70 miles of frontier trail connecting Melbourne and the tough and violent mining town of Ballarat. He also called on several other small towns and mining camps.<br />
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George found Australia to be raw, wild, and uncivilized. Freighting was dangerous work, constantly subject to the threat of bands of lawless bush rangers who indiscriminately robbed<br />
and murdered freighters, prospectors, and miners. These bush rangers were criminals and convicts who had been exiled from England many years before. There were also incidents of heavy violence between miners and government law enforcement: in December of 1854, several miners in Ballarat, angered at the government policy of restricting mining licenses, clashed violently with the government soldiers and police. At least 30 miners and 4 government soldiers died in the bloody fray.<br />
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In August of 1854, George's wife Lucy had written to him from Longford and spoke hopefully of soon joining him in Australia. George discouraged her from coming: the spectacular finds of surface gold that early marked the gold rush were now past; miners could no longer find work, and other occupations were oversupplied with laborers. Worst of all, the present laws in Australia had locked up land ownership and made it almost impossible for new immigrants to acquire land.<br />
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George lived in Australia three years, but saw no future there. He returned home to England where Lucy had endured a constant struggle to keep their weaving business afloat. George and Lucy had a happy reunion. After nine childless years, George and Lucy conceived their first child, and Sarah Porter Rogers was born in Longford on 11 April 1858. About two and one-half years later, their second child, Ann Porter Rogers, was born on 26 April 1861.<br />
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The economic prospects in England were still bleak, and George remained discontented and restless. In 1860, Parliament had put the final nail into the coffin of the cottage silk weaving industry: The Anglo-French Trade Agreement, completed that year, abolished import duties on French and Swiss ribbons, and a flood of inexpensive ribbon imports now jammed the English docks. Numerous laborers in and around Coventry were quitting the area.<br />
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George and his family were among the many who decided to depart. Rather than go to America like many of his friends, George decided to immigrate to New Zealand. He and his family left England in fall of 1862, accompanied by at least one of George's former loom workers. George's daughters, Sarah and Ann, were aged four years and eighteen months respectively.<br />
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The Rogers family were on the water about four months. After landing in Auckland, New Zealand, they lived in what was called the "Barracks," a long building that was divided into many apartments for the convenience of immigrant families who wished to use them until they could find suitable houses. Later, George and Lucy moved to a two-story house about a block from the beach. There was a gradual slope from the house down to the water. They had several shipboard friends boarding with them at that time. One boarder was a British officer, George Hinde, who was later to marry George's oldest daughter, Hannah. Hannah was now about seventeen years of age, and since she was perfectly capable of taking care of the house, Lucy felt free to accept a job as matron of an orphans' home just across the street.<br />
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George's business was good, and they happily prospered; however, prospects took a downturn when George broke a leg and a rib in an accident and was unable to work. During that time, Lucy did fine laundry work for some of the aristocrat ladies.<br />
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George always wanted to own his own home, so he bought two houses in Auckland, living in one and renting the other. Later, he bought several lots and rebuilt a four-room house. He equipped his new home with many conveniences that were not common in those days. He obtained five large 400 gallon steel tanks for rain water. He set the tanks high enough above the ground to be able to set a bucket under a tap. With the high-capacity tanks, the family was never short of water as many others were. George also built a wash house with a tank, boiler, and tubs. His workshop was well equipped with tools which were always kept in good condition.<br />
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About four and one-half years after settling in Auckland, Lucy bore a son, David George Rogers, born 26 June 1865.<br />
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Unfortunately, Lucy was never strong physically. Over the next several years, Lucy gradually fell into poorer health. She died at the age of 55 on 9 January 1880 in her home in Auckland, New Zealand.<br />
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About 1882, George came into contact with LDS missionaries who had begun proselyting in Auckland. George's initial attitude toward Mormons was emphatically negative; he did not like their reputation, and he issued severe warnings to his daughters against listening to the Utah missionaries. However, as George learned more about the faith, he came to have a complete change of heart. George's daughter, Sarah Porter Rogers, many years later, would write concerning the conversion of her family to the LDS faith, describing it in a penciled letter sent to her great-grandson, Darrow McCarthy, then serving an LDS mission in 1943 in Montgomery, Alabama:<br />
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"In New Zealand it [the challenge for LDS missionaries} was not exactly indifference to religion, for, as a rule, they were a church-going people living good everyday lives, but they thought their religion was just as good or better than what any "Mormons" had to offer. Consequently, when arrangements had been made for a debate between the Elders-or rather the President of the mission-and the Christian Brethren, there was quite a large attendance. We belonged then to the Christian Brethren, or called for short, the "Cook Street Church. " The Cook Street Brethren believed their church to be at the top as regards being closer to Bible doctrine than any of the others.<br />
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"My father [George Rogers} went to listen for he was quite familiar with bible doctrine, etc., & he had been investigating a little-but at first when I asked him about the Mormons, he said he hoped I was not thinking favorably of joining up with them for he would rather follow me to the grave than have anything like that happen. There used to be so many evil reports. But he was quite satisfied when he came home from [the} debate. He said the Mormons had the best of the argument all thru the piece. But anyway, it resulted in 4 families withdrawing from Cook Street<br />
& allying themselves with the Mormons, so that was quite a little haul from one meeting, huh?"<br />
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George was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints 30 June 1883 in Auckland. By November of 1884, George, together with his son George Jr, had decided to immigrate to Utah in company with his daughter Sarah and her husband and family. The Rogers and Williams families boarded the ship Zealandia November 19th for a voyage of nearly five weeks to California. George and his family celebrated his 65th birthday the day before the Zealandia landed in San Francisco.<br />
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George and his family had tried to maintain communication with George's oldest daughter, Hannah Rogers Hinde, then living in England with her husband, George Hinde. Unfortunately, George Hinde bore an unreasoning hatred toward Mormonism, forcefully contending that "Mormons should be wiped out by the sword." When Hinde learned that his wife's father, her half-sister Sarah, and half-brother George had become LDS converts, he angrily cut off all contact between them and Hannah. Hinde refused to allow even the prospect of George Sr. paying a visit to Hannah if he journeyed to England.<br />
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After the 1884 immigration to Utah, George Rogers and Hannah's half-sister, Sarah, sent many letters to Hannah, but never received a response. Sarah was convinced that Hannah's husband was intercepting all of their letters and deliberately keeping them from her sister. Hanna before always had nothing but the tenderest feelings toward her father and family. (In 1931, Sarah would write to her daughter Ada and briefly ponder whether it would be proper to perform LDS temple work in behalf of the obstinate, but now dead, George Hinde.)<br />
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The Rogers/Williams families settled in the American Fork area. George may have been attracted to American Fork by the local efforts to establish a silk industry. Although silk worms had been imported and mulberry trees planted (mulberry leaves were food for the silk worms), only a little local silk was actually created. As time went on, the idea of a silk industry was put aside as impractical for the times. George attended the American Fork Ward where he was ordained a deacon 10 May 1885 by Elder Ed Cliff. On 3 June 1887, George, with many others, renewed his allegiance to the LDS Church through a rebaptism performed by Issac Wagstaff. He was reconfirmed the same day by William W. Hunter.<br />
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About 1890, George married a widowed Danish convert to the LDS Church who had emigrated with her family to Utah in 1884. Marie Kjersten Madsen was the daughter of Madse Petersen and Kjersten Christensen, born in Hesselserg, Viborg, Denmark on 28 March 1835. She was the widow of Jacob Jensen Bonding whom she married about 1858, and who is believed to have died in 1881. At least two of her three sons by this marriage had died in childhood, but she had two daughters who had accompanied her to Utah: Dorothea Kjersten "Elizabeth" Bonding and Anna Marie "Anna May" Bonding. After her marriage to George Rogers, Marie Kjersten's name<br />
became Americanized, and she was generally known as "Mary Christine Rogers." (Although no official record of a date of marriage between George and Mary Christine has been located, both LDS Church records and U. S. Census records affirm that the marriage was recognized.)<br />
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By 1891, according to tax records for American Fork, George Rogers was a property owner, taxed on property totaling $440. The 1900 U.S. Census indicates that George owned his own home free of any mortgage. Mary Christine's daughter, listed as "Elisabeth Etlefsen" [Edlefsen] was also living with them. George probably resided in that part of town that was to became part of the American Fork 2nd Ward when it was created in 1901.<br />
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On 26 October 1900, Mary Christine Rogers passed away. She was buried in one of four plots purchased by George at the American Fork City Cemetery (plots # 1, 6, 7, and 8, in section 1-31, according to Cemetery Deed #3216).<br />
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George Whitmore Rogers died 27 February 1901 at American Fork, Utah, at the age of 82. His<br />
funeral was held in the American Fork Ward Chapel, and he was laid to rest in the American Fork City Cemetery beside Mary Christine on 28 February 1901.<br />
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The Deseret News of 1 March 1901, reported:<br />
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DEATH OF GEORGE ROGERS<br />
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Another old veteran passed away last night, Brother George Rogers. He was full of years, nearing the 80 mark. Brother Rogers was born in Coventry, England, emigrated to Australia, thence to New Zealand where the Elders of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints<br />
found him. Brother Rogers, with his family believed the message brought to him and was baptized by Elder William M Bromley, of this place. He came to Utah several years ago. His wife preceded him into the great beyond by only a few months.<br />
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Wives and children of George Whitmore Rogers:<br />
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George Whitmore Rogers and (1) Ann Porter, had one child:<br />
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Hannah Rogers, born 18 April 1845, Longford, Warwickshire, England (Married George Ridsdale Hinde)<br />
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George Whitmore Rogers and (2) Lucy Porter had three children:<br />
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Sarah Porter Rogers, born 11 April 1858, Longford, Warwickshire (Married James Clark Williams; married Charles Denny)<br />
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Ann Porter Rogers, born 26 April 1861, Longford, Warwickshire (married (1) James Dryland, (2) Charles Gabb)<br />
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David George Rogers, born 16 June 1865, Auckland, New Zealand (never married)<br />
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(George and Lucy also adopted one child: Sarah Ann Flowers, believed to be born about 1845.)<br />
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George Whitmore Rogers and (3) Maria Kjersten Madsen Bonding had no issue.<br />
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Resource: Family records of Ruby R. Klenk<br />
Family records of Lucy Williams Price<br />
Family records of Calvin G. Price<br />
Family records of Bernita Tanner McCarthy<br /><b>Williams-Rogers A Family History, pp. 7-15</b></div><div align="left"><b><br /></b></div><div align="left"><b>GEORGE WHITMORE ROGERS</b></div><div align="left"><b><br /></b></div><div align="left">George Whitmore Rogers was born December 13, 1819, at Exhall, England. His father was Martin Rogers, born at Culworth, Northampton, England, and his mother was Lydia Whitmore, born at Leicester, Warwickshire, England. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Left an orphan when about six or seven years old, he was bound out for silk weaving to a childless couple who were very strict and severe with him. He had no opportunity to go to school until he was nineteen, when he started night school. He was naturally intelligent and learned to read, write, and figure much better than many of those who had a first class education. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">On October 23, 1842, in St. Warbures Church, Darby., England, he married Ann Porter. She was born on January 22, 1817, and died March 3, 1847., leaving a little girl about two years old, who had been named Hannah after George's oldest sister. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">After Ann's death, her sister, Lucy Porter went to keep house for her brother-in-law, and look after little Hannah. At this time, George had four or five silk looms and hired weavers. Lucy was also a silk weaver, but she had her own loom and did weaving at home for her own use. In May, 1849 at Independent Chapel, Foleshill, Coventry, England, George married Lucy, just twenty-six months after Ann died. Lucy was born on the June 22, 1824. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">At the beginning of the gold rush, George decied to go to Australia, even though he had always been very much opposed to any kind of speculation. On ariving there, he bought a yoke of oxen and started freighting from Melbourne to Ballarat and other small towns and camps, Australia was wild and uncivilized, and it was dangerous work on account of the bands of bush rangers that robbed and murdered the freighters, prospectors, and miners. These bush rangers were criminals and convicts who had been exiled from England many years before. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">After living in Australia for three years, George returned home to England, but somehow, England didn't seem the same and he was very discontented. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">In 1858, nine years after their marriage, their first child, Sarah was born, and two and a half years later, a second child, Ann was born. When Ann was eighteen months old, George decided to emigrate to New Zealand. They left England in 1862, and were on the water about four months, After landing in Auckland, New Zealand, they lived in what was called the "barracks," a long building divided into many apartments for the convenience of immigrant families who wished to make use of them until they could find suitable houses to live in. When Sarah was seven years old, her father woke her one night to see a new litttle brother, David George. They later moved to a two-story house about a block from the beach. They had several of their ship-board friends boarding with them at the time, one of them George Hinde, who later married Hannah. George bought two houses, several lots, and rebuilt a four-room house, equipping them all with large 400 gallon steel tanks for rain water. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4noiN24ND4PXG6D_zKOEbGqEDPiogEpimCw3rVwrrhlnoCB9vB2Ni45cXzIaK0pcOsVPRoRL8Fhfa8ZTT-feUyVxNikwJCfZcIYN-SJivavX8eEOgWOrQbEEq08T5OXjiiRfeUu7VeBo/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="473" data-original-width="660" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4noiN24ND4PXG6D_zKOEbGqEDPiogEpimCw3rVwrrhlnoCB9vB2Ni45cXzIaK0pcOsVPRoRL8Fhfa8ZTT-feUyVxNikwJCfZcIYN-SJivavX8eEOgWOrQbEEq08T5OXjiiRfeUu7VeBo/w429-h307/image.png" width="429" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Auckland showing the "Albert Barracks" 1859</i></div><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><b><br /></b></div>
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-10466677194908575952015-05-18T00:00:00.000-07:002015-06-09T09:23:27.222-07:00LUCY PORTER (ROGERS) 1824-1880[<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Harold William Miller, son of Ada Marion Williams (Miller), daughter of Sarah Porter Rogers (Williams), daughter of Lucy Porter (Rogers).]<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL13v-6gorKB13BLpFsjY9YZ8hX9P56X3xHTLCtHAsxky5rz07uwX1y0dEU_Rd4wNMp8XrqFIaARpFiBn7BIQFqGOLIguEwzlY-VIr-PtlaBMypS9h2VNl-oqnIlCDT27EykuCZkOCEgdP/s1600/Lucy+Porter2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656712927742754178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL13v-6gorKB13BLpFsjY9YZ8hX9P56X3xHTLCtHAsxky5rz07uwX1y0dEU_Rd4wNMp8XrqFIaARpFiBn7BIQFqGOLIguEwzlY-VIr-PtlaBMypS9h2VNl-oqnIlCDT27EykuCZkOCEgdP/s400/Lucy+Porter2.jpg" style="display: block; height: 283px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> [Editor's transcription of letter] "<em>Longford, 26th Aug. 1854. My Dear Husband, I write these few lines to inform you that I intend to come to you as soon as I can get things ready, for I am quite tired of the weaving, it gets worse every week. I shall bring Hannah with me. I shall be on the water most likely when you get this letter. You say to meet me when I get there. I wrote a letter when cousin George wrote his letter but I could not send it then and I have sent it now. Your sister H. [Hannah Randle] has another fine daughter [Lydia Randle] come to town on the 10th of Aug. She is doing well. Mr [...] is about [...] his house. I have received your letter and was very thankful to hear from you and that you are well in health. I don't know whether I can or not if you send me a little money to, for I am in trouble now and have been ever since you left me. From loving wife, L.R."</em><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hcrAT0Xh8CQ38_RTW4Ydk92l3SczjohVnWY_HjxBV3oxnZ95QU_4PYGT_gcbASftKs_PoE2hIQQJjnKl6FLw_RxhHocXO6Wge2LhlBBg3iJeNAT3-pQh91aXVpwC3Jo_HjpkITKjMqmZ/s1600/Lucy+Porter3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656711709614430450" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hcrAT0Xh8CQ38_RTW4Ydk92l3SczjohVnWY_HjxBV3oxnZ95QU_4PYGT_gcbASftKs_PoE2hIQQJjnKl6FLw_RxhHocXO6Wge2LhlBBg3iJeNAT3-pQh91aXVpwC3Jo_HjpkITKjMqmZ/s400/Lucy+Porter3.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 225px;" /></a> Lucy's son George was known as "Junior." Like his father and his sister Sarah, George also came to Utah. He died 2 March 1906 in Salt Lake City.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0i0OlunPjJBmyjDJsv11QRwM_4WM4kYENb18LnTeNuRskRHtbfkN94w1Zh4snzdmaBZvY6_NPbjsvf-n2kwR_LR1mOBYgm1C_wXO9f3EvXDf_ZbdElNUIa7xLJOI37vzoj2kaIIX9iPAk/s1600/Lucy+Porter11.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656711562502160434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0i0OlunPjJBmyjDJsv11QRwM_4WM4kYENb18LnTeNuRskRHtbfkN94w1Zh4snzdmaBZvY6_NPbjsvf-n2kwR_LR1mOBYgm1C_wXO9f3EvXDf_ZbdElNUIa7xLJOI37vzoj2kaIIX9iPAk/s400/Lucy+Porter11.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 303px;" /></a>Lucy Porter<br />
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<strong>FIRST GENERATION<br />LUCY PORTER (ROGERS)</strong>(Mother of Sarah Porter Rogers)<br />
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Lucy Porter was born 22 June 1824 in Longford, Warwickshire, England. Her parents, Benjamin<br />
Porter and Sarah Ward, were the parents of ten recorded children, of which Lucy was the fourth.<br />
[Lucy's granddaughter, Sarah Porter Rogers Williams Denney, several years later, noted that<br />
Sarah Ward Porter actually had twelve children-two of whom apparently remain unidentified and without documentation.] Benjamin Porter and Sarah Ward came from the same part of Warwickshire, and had been married in 1814 in Saint Laurence Church, Foleshill, Warwickshire.<br />
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Lucy's mother taught her to be a particular and careful housekeeper. When Sarah Ward Porter<br />
would buy a piece of meat for the family, she would carefully mark off the meat to designate a portion for each day it was to last. Lucy also learned to be extremely particular about the family laundry. In her later years, Lucy sewed baby clothing for her children and grandchildren from the finest materials, incorporating the most exquisite and finely-detailed needlework.<br />
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Lucy Porter was known to have a sweet and admirable personality. She was forced to learn a trade early, and she became a weaver. Her father, Benjamin Porter, passed away in middle age of a ruptured blood vessel in his head in 1840, when Lucy was 16. Approximately two years later, Lucy's older sister, Ann Porter Rogers, married George Whitmore Rogers, a Longford weaver.<br />
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Lucy's sister Anna unexpectedly passed away in March 1847, leaving a baby daughter, Hannah, in the care of her husband, George. As a 24 year-old spinster, Lucy was invited to come to the house of her former brother-in-law to act as his housekeeper and tend his two-year-old daughter. In May 1849, Lucy and George married in Foleshill Independent Chapel, Coventry, England.<br />
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When George became disenchanted with the silk weaving trade in the mid-1850s, he left Lucy and daughter Hannah behind and ventured to Australia. George operated a freight wagon, servicing the miners in the Australian gold rush. Sarah, an expert ribbon and silk weaver herself, owned her own loom in addition to maintaining George's five looms; in George's absence, she remained in Longford and tried to sustain the family weaving business.<br />
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In May 1854, Lucy wrote to George detailing some of the problems she was dealing with in his absence:<br />
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"Longford, England<br />
May 17,1854<br />
My Dear Husband,<br />
It is mingled feelings that I sit down to write these few lines to you. I am sorry to inform you that I have had nothing but trouble of one sort or another, since you have been gone. I dare say you will say it serves me right. I might have gone with you, so it does. I have wished many and many times since that I had gone. I am sure I should have been a good deal comfortabler with you than I have been here. Let me have what trouble I may, I have no one to help me bear it like you. I have been ill a month or more and could not do any work, it cost me 10 or 11 shillings in medicine. Since you left me Mr Orton the last time I was ill He said there was nothing the matter with me, but weakness brought on overexertion and fretting which I knowed to be quite<br />
right. I have had to pay a crown to have the 'pattern' done which you cut. I wanted to draw the money out of the Building Society but they could do nothing in it until they had a note from you. I hope you will write as soon as you receive this letter, and send me one as I expect to have the money balloted to me and I shall have to pay a fine of five shillings, if I don't take to the money. They have had a share balloted to them at the chapel. I have had some trouble at the warehouse. Henry sold a few remnants to a man who lived at Coventry. He promised before he sees them that he would not expose them, but he sold some at Coventry and the Master saw them and he came over about it. He seemed very much put about. He said he should follow the<br />
law on him. The Master went into Lohnsons [Johnsons?] and he told him something about seeing some bits of ribbons on bonnets which he thought were some of your work, and when I went to the warehouse again the Master and Mrs. called me everything that was bad. I could not tell you half what they said. We quite thought we should lose our work but we have not. I was just getting better of a bad bout, and I was troubled about it till I was almost ill again. Little Hannah is pretty well. I send her to Miss Clarl's school now she is getting on pretty well with her learning. I pay 6 pence a week with her. Sarah [probably Lucy's sister, Sarah Porter, age 17] is with me at present, but I don't know how soon she will be taken from me for the windmill sails are at work again now. Mother is very poorly. "<br />
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In August of 1854, Lucy wrote a letter to George indicating her intent to "be on the water" and<br />
join him shortly. "I am quite tired of the weaving, it gets worse and worse every week," she wrote. Lucy also informed George that his older sister, Hannah Rogers Randle, gave birth<br />
to a new daughter (Lydia) who "came to town" on 10 August 1854. Although finances and work-related problems remained a constant challenge during George's absence, Lucy was always his "loving wife."<br />
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The unruly living conditions in Australia apparently caused George to discourage Lucy from traveling with the family to Australia. Instead, George returned to Warwickshire after a three-year stay "down under"; however, he remained discontented with England.<br />
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Lucy and George had no children for the first eight years of their marriage; then, beginning in 1858, they had three children:<br />
Sarah Porter Rogers, born 11 April 1858, Longford, Warwickshire;<br />
Ann Porter Rogers, born 26 April 1861, Longford, Warwickshire; and<br />
David George Rogers, born 16 June 1865, Auckland, New Zealand.<br />
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MOTHERLY ADVICE SENT BY LUCY PORTER ROGERS TO SARAH, AGE 15, AT THE WILKINS' PLANTATION<br />
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Elliott AT<br />
July 20th 1873<br />
Sunday Afternoon<br />
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My Dear Sarah<br />
The children are gone to school your father has gone to see the old people and I am left all alone so I thought I would try and pen you a few lines. I am sorry to tell you I have a fresh cold and it seems to ly in my throat and my cough is very bad again and I feel very poorly to day it has been such wet slopy weather all the past week. We received your letter and Mrs. W's [Wilkins] all right, we were rather amused at your adventure in the bush, but I don't think you did well to get into the creek after it, if you don't mind you will get cold and bring that on yourself as cannot be got rid of, I am very glad you try to do all you can to help but don't expose yourself too much. This wet damp mudy weather, I don't want you laid up. I am sending you shoes and a English paper that I've from Hannah. I've received the / paper Mrs. W. sent.<br />
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Sarah there is another thing I want to speak to you about, don't make so much of Jody, you may<br />
make him think about you in another form when he gets a little older. You may think it all nonsense for me to talk in this way, but I have my reasons for speaking about it. Hannah took a good deal of notice of a boy once about like J0 and he got to be very fond of her so much so that she had to break off the aquantance and the boy never seemed to forget her, but I cannot tell you all in this note. We want you if you can think of anything more you may want, send us word in your next, if clock was likely to be [... ...?] we shall send all at one Time, but if not [... ...?] I suppose you will want them sent, if Jnr [David George Rogers] wants any thing now tell him to let us know and tell us when to send them up, we send the 2 letters of T.C. 's, return them when<br />
convenient [?] we have just heard of Mr Jones Minister of St Mathews death at Sydney, acept of our best wishes from your present and future wellfaire and believe / us your affectionate Father and Mother G & L Rogers<br />
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(Lucy and George additionally adopted one child: Sarah "Sally" Ann Flowers, born about 1845. )<br />
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In 1862, George's wanderlust returned, and he and Lucy and the family emigrated from England to New Zealand, enduring a four-month voyage. At least one of the former employees from George's Longford weaving shop accompanied the family on the trip. The Rogers family settled in Auckland, as did several members of George's relatives on the Whitmore side.<br />
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Lucy and George trained their children to love literature and music and to acquire learning wherever it can be found. Lucy herself was always highly respected and dearly loved by her friends and associates. Her concern for her children and the gentle motherly advice she would offer are reflected in a letter she wrote in 1875 to her 15 year-old daughter, Sarah (see previous page).<br />
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Unfortunately, Lucy Porter Rogers suffered from chronic bronchitis which caused her to became largely an invalid for the last 12 years of her life. Despite her near constant illnesses, Lucy never complained. Lucy passed away at the age of 55 in Auckland, 9 January 1880.<br />
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Very shortly after Lucy's death, George Whitmore Rogers came into contact with LDS missionaries. After an investigation, he was baptized into the LDS Church in March 1880. In 1884, George immigrated permanently to Utah with his son George, his daughter Sarah and her husband, and her family. About 1890, George married a widow, Maria Kirsten (Kjersten) Madsen, who had emigrated to Utah from Denmark. George died in February 1901 in American Fork, Utah, where he was buried in the city cemetery.<br />
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Resource: Family records of Lucy Williams Price<br />
Family records of Bernita Miller McCarthy<br />
Family records of Calvin G. Price<br />
<strong>Williams-Rogers A Family History pp 16-21.</strong></div>
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-53790434219396186422015-05-17T00:30:00.000-07:002015-06-09T09:24:10.818-07:00SOREN ANDERSON 1801-1900[<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Marguerite Anderson (Miller), daughter of Hannah Anderson (Anderson), daughter of Soren Erastus Anderson, son of Soren Anderson.] <br />
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Came to Utah in the William B. Preston Company (1864). Possibly benefiting from the Perpetual Emigrating Fund.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><strong>The Life Story of Soren Andersen and Daughter Ane Kjrestena Andersen</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Soren Andersen was born the 14 of May 1801, in Astrup, Hjorring, Denmark. On the 30 of November, 1828 he married Ane Marie Jensen in Denmark. She was born 22 May 1801. To this marriage was born six children, 3 sons and 3 daughters. Two of the girls died, one at the age of 1 year and the other at the age of 6.</span></h1>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Erastus Snow brought the gospel to Denmark. Soren Andersen heard the gospel and was converted and baptized into the church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints the 14 of June 1853 by Christian Mikkelsen. One account said it was this reason that caused a dispute between his wife and himself, another said after giving birth to six children she died in Denmark. <i>(Unsure which account is accurate).</i> He took his daughter, Ane Kjerstina, who was in her teens and also believed in the gospel and they immigrated to America in the year 1854. Crossing the Atlantic Ocean on the ship “Benjamin Adams<i>”( their names were found of the manifest of the Ship “Jesse Munn”)</i>, which sailed from Liverpool, England, on January 22, 1854, and arrived at New Orleans March 22, 1854. From here they traveled to Westport, Jackson County, Missouri. He crossed the plains with the Hans Peter Olsen Handcart Company which arrived in Salt Lake City October 6, 1854.</span></h1>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">He settled in Ephraim, Sanpete County, in 1856. When Ephraim was first settled in 1854 it was called Cottonwood. Fort Ephraim was settled in 1854 by members of the Allred Settlement by immigrants from Scandinavia. Thus our fathers who grubbed the first brush, broke the first soil, raised the first crops and prayed in the first church, pitted their courage and endurance against a raw and forbidding land. In 1856, some of the men, together with Soren Andersen, went to haul rocks to build a fort around the houses which were then built. This fort was called Fort Ephraim. The horses, oxen, and cows were corralled within the fort at night for protection against the Indians. In the daytime, they were herded outside the fort while inside, the men climbed to the watch towers and looked through the portholes to protect the men herding the cattle. Sometimes these herders could not reach the fort in time and were killed by the Indians. Soren Andersen was sometimes assigned to this guard duty.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The adobe houses were built along the inside of the fort wall and they were made from mud mixed in the ground and placed in molds. These were dried and put together to form the walls with mud in the cracks, the roofs were made of tree limbs and willows called stringers. The dirt was then placed on the top of the roofs which were sloped. Sometimes straw was added. The doors were made of hewn logs. The adobe houses were usually one or two rooms with a fireplace instead of a stove. There was a grate on which the iron or copper pots were hung for cooking. The table and chairs were made of los and the beds were made with pegs, along each side and end, rope was woven across on which straw mattresses were placed. The floors were dirt and most of the dishes were made of tin. The open space inside the fort wall was used for wagons. Everyone lived close together and all worked happily together for the good of each other. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The Pioneer’s clothing were of their own making. The men’s pants were made of canvas and the children’s garments were made out of cloth known as “factory” cloth. Shoes were either wooden or made of cowhide, which was tanned and made into moccasins with the hair left on the outside. The children went to school in these type of shoes. When the wagon covers and bed ticks were worn out, the best parts were made into Articles of clothing. These in time wore out and the people had to look elsewhere for something to make clothing from. The few sheep they had were sheared by the women and the wool was worked and spun into yarn, from which cloth was made. Nearly every home had a spinning wheel. The clothes were closely measured and made very plain to save on the material. From berries they gathered, and Rabbit brush, they made different colors to dye the material. For lye, wood ashes were placed in a large barrel and water poured over it. This stood for sometime and then the water was poured off. This made a lye what could be used for making soap, to use for scrubbing clothes and other uses around the homes. Brooms were made of Rabbit brush, which was gathered from the surrounding area. Wheat was ground in coffee mills to make graham bread. Milkweeds, sego lily bulbs and wild spinach was used for greens. Potatoes, eggs, poultry meat and wild berries comprised their food. Molasses and honey candy were considered their luxuries. Inside the enclosures of the fort, church meetings and school was held, as there was no special buildings built for these things. Candles were used for light and these were made from melted tallow and pieces of cloth. A candle burned only one night. Ginger with molasses was given for colds. The remedies used for sickness were not candy-coated – no one pretended to be sick. Senna tea was given for a laxative. Sagebrush tea was a tonic. Assafedity bags were hung around the throat to guard against diseases. Consecrated oil was also kept inside the homes. When babies were born, it was usually to cheers and tears, due to lack of a doctor’s assistance. The Elders were called in many times in cases of serious illness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">In 1856 Soren Andersen married Hannah Nielsen, a convert also from Denmark. She was born 11 of May 1834, at Lindelse, Sovenborge, Denmark <i>(Lindelse, Svendborg, Denmark)</i>. She bore him six children, 4 boys and 2 girls of which two died at birth. She died 1 of May 1873 in Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah. In 1860 Soren Andersen was called by Brigham Young to help settled Circleville, in Piute County, Utah. He lived there for two years, but the Indians made it so miserable for them that he moved to Salina, Sevier County. There he stood guard along with other duties in the Black Hawk War in the years 1865 to 1867. Here a narrow trail was built through the canyon as it was the only way to get in and out of Salina. They tried to make a trail by the creek but there was not enough room so one was built through the canyon. Because of it’s narrowness, only one man and his horse could come up the trail at a time. The Indians would lay and wait for the men and shoot them as they came up the trail. Many lives were lost this way. Also the Indians made raids upon the people in Salina running off their cattle. The people tried to save their cattle, but the Indians knew the canyon too well and could make it back and be there in time to shoot the white men as they came up the trail looking for their cattle. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">In 1874 he moved to Sterling, being among the first settlers there, he lived in a dugout. Later he built the first house in Sterling, which was a one-room log house with a dirt roof. At the time Sterling was settled, the Indians had signed a peace treaty ending the Black Hawk War. The Indians still camped in the foothills and begged food from the settlers, who always shared their small rations with them to keep peace. Later, he moved to Nine Mile with his daughter Dianthis and sons Erastus, Joseph, and Peter homesteading 160 acres. The Highland Reservoir now covers his original homestead. This was about two miles south of Sterling.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">About 1885, he located permanently in Centerfield, where he resided until the time of his death January 18, 1901 making him within four months of being 100 years old.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">The daughter Ane Kjerstena, was born 24 of November 1836 at Vinnebjerg, Hjorring, Denmark. At 21 she married a young man who was also a convert to the church. His name was Jens Nielsen (Engager). He was born in Boddum, Thstd, Denmark <i>(Thisted, Viborg, Denmark)</i>, 12 October 1822. They made their permanent home in Ephraim. Ten children were born to them, five girls and five boys <i>(Ane Kjerstine was married previously and had a son - Henry Thorpe who died in infancy - she later divorced her first husband – Thomas Thorpe. She had her son – Henry sealed to her and Jens Nielsen in the Endowment House on 16 April 1858 so she actually only gave birth to 9 children of her second marriage</i><i>)</i> Verification can be found at the family History Center in Salt Lake City, Utah. Her oldest daughter <i>(Maren)</i> Maria Kjerstena Nielsen was the first girl to be born in the Ephraim Fort. The responsibility of pioneering not only fell on Ane Kjerstena and her husband, but on their children as well. It was a hard struggle to get just the bare necessities of life. It was a hard task to gain a productive farm, and also stand guard for the Indians would steal their horses and drive their cattle off. She taught her girls to cord the wool, spin the thread and knit the clothing for the family. Their second daughter Jensine Petrine Brighamine Nielsen was my grandmother.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Ane Kjerstena died on the 27 of October 1914 at Ephraim, Utah at the age of 77 years.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Twenty years after Soren and his daughter came to Utah his oldest son, Anders Sorensen Andersen with his wife Johanna Marie Johannesen and their two children Anene Martine and Soren Peter came from Denmark to Utah. Two children had died as babies in Denmark.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Written by: Unknown Granddaughter of Ane Kjerstena Andersen Nielsen</span></div>
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<strong>found on Ancestry.com in Arlene R. Miller's Family Tree</strong></div>
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<strong>SOREN ANDERSEN VOYAGE TO AMERICA</strong></div>
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Soren Andersen and his daughter Ane Kjerstine Andersen sailed from Liverpool, England on the full-rigged ship "Benjamin Adams" with 382 other Scandinavian Mormon Saints, on 28 January 1854. She was under command of Captain John Drummond. Elder Hans Peter Olsen, a missionary returning from the island of Bornholm, presided over the emigrant company. These Mormons had sailed from Copenhagen on the steamship "Eideren" by way of Kiel, Gluckstadt, and Hull. After they arrived at Liverpool misfortune overtook them. Sickness broke out among the company and twenty-two children and two adults died. As the emigrants boarded the "Benjamin Adams" an examining physician declared fifteen unfit for the voyage and would not permit them to sail with the rest of the company. Although the fifty-three-day passage was described as "very pleasant and prosperous," there were eight deaths (two elderly adults and six children), two births, and nine marriages. The vessel arrived at New Orleans on 22 March.<br />
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This large three-master, hailing from New York, was built with three decks, a square stem, and a billethead. Among her owners were the Drummonds, including the master, Gilbert C. Trufant, Wuilliam Tapscott, and George B. Cornish - all prominent in the Yankee sea trade. After fourteen years of service the "Benjamin Adams" was lost at sea in 1866.<br />
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NOTE: From Scandinavian Emigrant Ship Descriptions and Voyage Narratives (1852-1868) from "Ships, Saints, and Mariners" by Conway B. Sonne and other sources<strong>. </strong><br />
<strong>found on Ancestry.com in Arlene R. Miller's Family Tree</strong><br />
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-27959132640694483792015-05-16T01:00:00.000-07:002015-06-09T09:24:45.541-07:00JOHN EDMISTON and MARTHA JANE SNOW<div align="center">
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John Edmiston was a blacksmith, and he worked hard and did well in his shop.<br />
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The following was written of John's brother, David S. Edminston. David was two years older than John.<br />
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"Mr. Edminston is a Republican. His family attended the Luthern Church, but he is of the Presbyterian denomination. He is a good and respected citizen. David was a blacksmith noted from at least 1860-1870. To the lot of David S. Edminston fell the sort of training that makes sturdy and efficient workers, undaunted by labors or hardships. His education, so far as books are concerned, was acquired in subscription schools, and in the old-fashioned log public school which he attended in the winter season, warming himself in the afternoons and evenings at the forge where he helped his father regularly, from the time when he was so small that he had to stand on a block to blow the bellows. By the time he was twenty-two years old, he was quite ready to carry on the business form himself, which he began to do at the age, at Barree Forge, Huntingdon County, Pennsylvania..."<br />
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Although this is written about John's brother David, it is likely that John had a similar experience as he too became a blacksmith.<br />
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<em>John Edmiston was a smith who worked with and forged iron. A Blacksmith was an important man in the community. When there were horses and oxen to shoe, he made and fixed on horseshoes to protect their feet. Horseshoes consisted of a narrow plate of iron shaped to fit the rim of a horse's hoof. A blacksmith also had wheels of wagons to shoe or tire, and coaches to repair. He made iron utensils. All hardware which went into the building of a house was the product of his skill. The making of hinges, latches, hooks, fireplace fittings, implements of all kinds for the home and farm, besides nails, which were all hand made, kept the forge glowing winter and summer. It was all forge work. Farmers depended on the local blacksmith to provide and maintain much of their farming equipment. The iron was heated in the fire and held on the anvil, then the smith walloped the iron with a sledge hammer. He would indicate the position and direction of the sledge with a tap on the anvil from a hand hammer. Many blacksmiths not only earned good livings, but became well to do. </em><br />
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He joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints at Morley’s Settlement, Illinois, October 6, 1842.</div>
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Sally and Gardner were happy to have a daughter to bless their home in St. Johnsbury, on September 3, 1827. She was their first daughter to live and grow to maturity. Brothers Jonathan, James, Warren and George, took a special interest in their younger sister throughout her life. Martha Jane was the lovely name chosen for her.<br />
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Martha was about five when the young Mormon missionaries, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUasLjrOMIawkVc-1hh72EoWm_LysjTxdzCWn5XQlj1qmTDjv_0gNBiiVqNSCwlH17IVN1zuo9fr68RAreYP65ArbCpIFig36bNzaVwtzf1MiFdhVkirciJZrQP852GWNDbnzP_8fp28/s1600/images%255B4%255D.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693572122250961250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUasLjrOMIawkVc-1hh72EoWm_LysjTxdzCWn5XQlj1qmTDjv_0gNBiiVqNSCwlH17IVN1zuo9fr68RAreYP65ArbCpIFig36bNzaVwtzf1MiFdhVkirciJZrQP852GWNDbnzP_8fp28/s400/images%255B4%255D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 116px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 86px;" /> </a><div align="center">
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came preaching that the original church of Jesus Christ had been restored. She listened as her parents studied the scriptures and teachings of the missionaries. They were converted and baptized and became members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in June and July 1833. Brothers James and Warren were baptized in October and November. Martha enjoyed attending the Sabbath day meetings with her family and joining in the singing and scripture study. Her father was called to be the President of the Branch of about 60 members.</div>
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<em>Martha Snow's Baptismal Record</em><em> </em><em><br /></em></div>
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The young girls learned to read, write and cipher in the little school house about the time this delightfully intimate picture was written in St. Johnsbury in 1835, entitled<br />
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HOME FROM SCHOOL<br />
‘Tis five o’clock, the school is done,<br />
The girls and boys are off for home.<br />
The children want their supper quick,<br />
Come Betty, get the pudding stick!<br />
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The cows are coming from the vale,<br />
Molly, bring the milking pail<br />
And milk as quick as e’er you can<br />
And strain it in the largest pan;<br />
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Now take the bowls and dip it out<br />
And drop the pudding all about.<br />
Now children, you may come and eat,<br />
The pudding’s new, the milk is sweet.<br />
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And then undress and go upstairs;<br />
And when you all have said your prayers<br />
Then you may lay you down to sleep<br />
And rest till morning light doth peep. </div>
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Martha was a good helper for her mother as they worked at the table near the open hearth preparing hearty meals for Father and boys. She liked to gather wild greens and herbs, and pick vegetables to go along with the fish and game in the big pot over the roaring flames. When they filled the bean pot with beans, salt pork and maple syrup, and cooked them long hours, it was a meal eagerly devoured by the men folk when they came in from working in the fields. Often soup was left simmering on the fire, and leftover vegetables and meat were added each day. In cold weather soup was frozen, hung in an outdoor shed in a solid block, and when needed, chunks were chopped off and reheated with water. Sally taught Martha to bake bread, biscuits, Johnny cake and apple cakes in the tin oven in the oven front. Savory smells always permeated the kitchen of the Snow home to whet the appetites of the boys, friends and relatives.<br />
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Girls’ daily chores were feeding the chickens, geese, pigs and sheep, gathering eggs, milking cows and making butter and cheese. Feathers from the barnyard geese were gathered to make pillows and quilts. Under Sally’s guidance, she learned to spin yarn from the sheep sheared in the spring, and to weave a shawl on the loom. Like all young girls, she learned to knit and make mittens and socks, piece quilts and braid hats and rugs.</div>
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The family felt the spirit of gathering with other Saints and left their home and property in June of 1836 and made the long journey to Kirtland, Ohio. After the Temple was built there were threats and persecution by apostates and nonmembers, and the Saints felt they would have to leave Ohio. Gardner, Sarah and Martha, nearly 11, left with the Kirtland Camp July 5, 1838. A baby brother, Gardner Hastings, was born near Dayton, Ohio, on August 21, 1838. They then continued on their journey to Missouri.<br />
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They settled in Adam-ondi-Ahman. </div>
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Here, within a few weeks, they suffered in the persecutions of the Saints by angry mobs. Through mob violence, her six-week-old baby brother died and was buried by her father’s own hands "by reason of mob violence being so great." In the spring of 1839 they were driven from the state to Illinois through actions of the mob and the Governor’s exterminating order. They then located at Morley’s Settlement near Lima, Illinois.</div>
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<em>This was the site of Morley's Settlement, 1839-1846. The log homes and cabins, fenced farms and corrals of 400-500 Mormons (members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) spread out for more than a mile northeast, north, and west of here. The people had come as religious refugees, forced from Missouri. </em><br />
<em><br />The settlement was named after founder and president Isaac Morley (and was sometimes called "Yelrome" - Morley spelled backwards). LDS prophet Joseph Smith often preached here. LDS poet Eliza R. Snow lived here in 1843-44. Morley's barrel shop sold barrels in Quincy. Frederick Cox operated a chair making shop. The settlement had four stores. Cordella Morley taught school here. "Morley Town," the settlement's heart, had north-south and east-west streets running for three blocks east and three blocks north of this marker. </em><br />
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<em>Not quite three miles southwest of here, other Mormons settled in an existing town, Lima (Adams County). Mormons in both settlements together formed the Lima Branch (or Stake) of the LDS Church. Branch records for 1842 list families (living in both settlements) named Morley, Hancock, Durfee, Miner, Curtis, Carter, Cox, Whiting, King, Call, Brown, Winn, Garner, Gardner, Tidwell, Thornton, Casper, Benner, Clawson, Worheese, Snow, Dudley, Scott, Blair, Wimmer, Critchlow, Hickenlooper, Rose, and many others.<br /><br />In September 1845, when Mormons and non-Mormons clashed in Hancock County, the latter torched scores (some reports say 125) of Morley's Settlement houses and outbuildings. Suddenly homeless, the residents fled to Nauvoo for safety. Morley's Settlement, mostly reduced to ashes, disappeared.</em>Her younger sister, Elizabeth Coolidge, was born in the next year, January 20, 1840.<br />
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John and Martha Jane were married about 1842, probably at Morley’s Settlement, Illinois. John was ab0ut 21 years old and Martha Jane was only 15 or 16 years old. Their first child was born November 19, 1843, and named Gardner, after his grandfather.<br />
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When the Female Relief Society was organized in 1843 in Lima, Lucy Morley, and her counselors, Sarah H. Snow and Sister Whiting, were called to preside. Martha Jane, and her sister-in-law, Eliza Ann were also members. This group of ladies spent many hours sewing items of clothing, making quilts, knitting sweaters and sox, and helping in many ways to relieve the suffering of sick and needy men, women and children. Through their own trials and persecutions in Missouri, they had tender sympathies for those in need, and did all they could to alleviate their suffering.<br />
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In 1844 the "Penny Fund" was instituted by Hyrum Smith, of the Temple Committee, and promoted by his wife. He appealed to the women asking them to each contribute one cent a week to purchase materials for the Temple. Martha J. Edmiston’s signature is on the paper of those subscribing from Lima, to give "some few cents in money to assist in procuring glass and nails for the Temple." With her signature is the amount of 25 cents. This small amount was quite a sacrifice for the sisters when their families needed so many necessities. However, they each felt a great anxiety to pay a year’s subscription in advance if at all possible.<br />
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The peaceful situation in Hancock County was not to continue. Feelings of jealousy and revenge, then hate, led to fury, and mobs gathered in the outlying communities from Nauvoo and began persecuting the Mormons. On June 18, 1844, the Mormons were given to understand the mobs were going to make a total destruction of the Morley Settlement, that 2,000 volunteers from Missouri would meet them next day at Carthage, and then go against Joseph Smith and demolish the City of Nauvoo. They were determined to get the Prophet at any cost. On the 20th, an affidavit made by Isaac Morley, Gardner Snow, John Edmiston and Edmund Durfee, all of Hancock County, certified to the truth in a warning letter to the Prophet that the mobs were upon them. They must comply with one of three propositions: take up arms, join with, and go along with them to Nauvoo to arrest one Joseph Smith and others; remove their effects to Nauvoo; or give up their arms to them and remain neutral. In consequence of these threats, the residents were compelled to leave their homes on a very stormy night, cross a dangerous stream swollen by the rain, causing great suffering and flee to Nauvoo for protection or the mobs would utterly exterminate them. The next afternoon, June 21st, these affidavits were read before the Prophet and the City Council. Dr. J. M. Bernhisel, John Taylor and Dr. Willard Richards were appointed by the Council to go by express with the story of these outrages to Governor Ford at Carthage.<br />
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John Edmiston appears as a witness, along with his father-in-law Gardner Snow and others, at Isaac Morley's deposition regarding the mob leaders who threatened him at Nauvoo in June 1844. [History of the Church, vol. 6, ch. 25, pp. 510, 518, 522].<br />
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The Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum were murdered six days later in the Carthage jail. The outcast families of Gardner Snow and John Edmiston may have been in Nauvoo when the shot-torn bodies of the martyred Prophet and Patriarch were borne in sad procession. Following the martyrdom, the families were able to return to their homes in Morley’s Settlement.<br />
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When the 20th quorum of Seventy was organized in March 1845, Warren S. Snow was ordained one of the seven presidents. Included as members were: Warren Snow, residing in Nauvoo, John Edmiston, residing in Lima, George Snow, residing in Nauvoo. In September 1845, the mob again came to the Settlement in their fury, and for eight days and nights fired upon the settlers, and burned 70 to 80 homes, their stacks of grain, shops, and other buildings. The inhabitants were forced out into the cold night, suffering, homeless and destitute. Reports from the "Nauvoo Neighbor" mentioned "John Edmondson’s house and blacksmith shop burnt," along with "Father Whiting’s house and chair factory; Edmund Durphy’s torn down; Father Morley’s cooper shop burnt; Thomas King’s house burnt." "13 September 1845 - Mob at Morley Settlement set fire to house of John Edminston." The mobs went from house to house driving the Mormons out of Morley Settlement, turned their sick ones out, to live or die. John’s tools and iron were taken by the mobsters before they burned his shop. This was a great loss to him in his business of blacksmithing. Men from Nauvoo got their teams and started for the settlements and traveled all night and day to get the families that had been turned outdoors to bring them to Nauvoo. The Saints knew they would have to leave for a place where they would be free from persecution. The men worked hard all winter repairing and building wagons, knowing they would have to leave Nauvoo for a place where they would be free from persecution. Teams and men were sent to all parts of the country for iron. In spite of losing his shop and tools because of the mobs, John must have helped get the wagon wheels ironed and on the wagons, shoed the horses and oxen, made nails and did all kinds of repair work, for the departure of the Saints westward.<br />
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Sarah Elizabeth, Martha’s second child was born 20 December 1845 at Nauvoo. Grandmother Sarah (Sally) was pleased with the decision to name this little one after her. Six weeks after the birth of their baby, John and Martha Jane were endowed 6 February 1846 in the Nauvoo Temple. <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693596005030675682" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiop1LC2b96EgqFkjEO1vXvqgwBeH9OOvQ84P0LzDMK4cQ9t5iMrTm7ZvZ-XeQQsph-8YRSbUbnRcrYaF_-0irshAWpX3E-ZkyUC5FqEDFzT2DMF1DvASu0UJK5s3vO8kuUbmS9xugNV8o/s400/Nauvoo_Temple_Sequence_10%255B1%255D.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 316px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" />This was the same day as George and Mary Snow were endowed. John was a Seventy in the Priesthood at that time. This great blessing to them just preceded many of the Saints being driven from Nauvoo early in 1846. Their endowments helped them to have the faith and courage they needed to move to a wilderness toward the Rocky Mountains.<br />
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As the company proceeded westward, John and Martha felt the heartbreak of losing their first child, Gardner, who was named after his grandfather. The sisters washed and laid out the little three-year old, trying to comfort the grief stricken parents and grandparents. He was laid down tenderly under the willows, as the warm brown earth was dampened with tears. Then they turned their faces to the prairie, to push toward the goal again. The name of Gardner Edmison is listed on the north side of the monument, under "Names On Monument At Mt. Pisgah, Iowa."<br />
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On January 20, 1848, John Edminsten signed a petition for a post office, along with a number of other residents, including Gardner, Warren and George Snow, and Isaac Morley. It was addressed to the Postmaster General, and was to be located near the Log Tabernacle in Kanesville, Iowa. This post office established in March 1848 provided postal service to the people in the Great Salt Lake valley for several years. The 1850 Census of Iowa lists John Edinson, as living in the Pottawattamie District, along with George, James C, Warren and Gardner Snow. The crops they raised helped feed the Saints traveling west for several years. John was kept busy at his blacksmith trade, preparing the horses and wagons for the trek to the Salt Lake valley. John and Martha, and probably George and Mary Snow, came on to Utah by ox team in 1851, the year following the arrival of Gardner and Sally.<br />
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One exciting experience with the Indians was written by a granddaughter, Anna Blanch Anderson Johnstun in 1853:<br />
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"John Edmiston and one companion were appointed to go ahead of the wagon train. Their assignment was Pathfinders or Trail Blazers. Martha Jane drove the team with five small children in the wagon.<br />
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"John and companion were miles and a few days ahead of the wagon train when they sighted Indians on watch for the wagons that were to travel that way. The men hurriedly rode their horses down a steep ravine and were in a daze to know what to do to save all these pioneers traveling in that wagon train in company with their wives and children. Only God could save them from an Indian massacre. With heads bowed and on their knees, the men appealed to our heavenly Father for help. Rising to their feet they crept slowly over the ridge of the ravine and could see the Indians milling around trying to find places to hide in order to ambush the oncoming train which, through their cunning and skillful methods, detected the distance, which was not far off.<br />
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"In a twinkling, as though a voice had spoken, John and his companion gathered a clump of large brush and broken limbs, tied them with their lariats, and after reaching the open level spaces, whipped up their horses to a brisk speed. The object was to stir up such a dust off into the distance and opposite direction. And with their hollering and commotion, they hoped to deceive the Indians into believing a buffalo herd was in the distance.<br />
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"The Indians at once left their watch on the wagon trail to follow the buffalo herd. As they, in their hideous war paint and scantily clad bodies gained distance, they were convinced they had been tricked. The men realized their lives were not worth much if they were caught, but they continued to lead the Indians in a wild chase farther and farther away from the direction of the wagon train.<br />
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"Suddenly a miracle did happen! From another direction came the thundering sound of a buffalo stampede which gave the men an opportunity to escape from certain death had not the Indians taken off toward the stampeding buffalo which was certain to have trampled some of the savages under their speeding hooves.<br />
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"The men reached the wagon train by night. The caravan had traveled faster than usual while crossing this certain area. That night the entire camp knelt and gave thanks to their God that through a miracle, their lives and those of the Pathfinders had been spared from a hostile Indian massacre. Thanks to the prayer and faith of those Pathfinders, John Edmiston and his companion!"<br />
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Probably soon after their arrival in Utah, a son, Samuel Card Edmiston was born October 9, 1851, in Springville. A daughter, Algenora was born in Manti, June 22, 1853. The next four babies were born in Ephraim: William, September 25, 1854; Eliza, February 1, 1856; Warren John, September 23, 1858; and George Washington, January 27, 1860. David’s birth October 29, 1862, and Mary Margaret’s, May 14, 1864, were both in Manti. Their last and 14th child, Charles Henry, was born in Springville, July 1, 1866.<br />
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The list of Seventies of Sanpete July 17, 1853 included: George Snow, 20th quorum, John Edmiston, 20th Quorum, (J.H, p.2); for April 20, 1856 – 20th Quorum, with Wm. F. Carter, Provo, 1st Pres. John Edmonson and George Snow, both of Sanpete (J.H. p.4); on January 1, 1857, John Edmonson, res. Manti; George Snow, res. Manti. On May 5, 1857 John Edmiston, Ft. Ephraim; George Snow, Manti; Reorganized March 17. 1857.<br />
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John Edmiston and others signed a protest from Manti against the government sending troops to Utah, February 9, 1858 (J.H. p.1). The Probate Records for Sanpete June 6, 1860 mention John Edmondson, Constable for Fort Ephraim of Sanpete County "and delivers over one affidavit and bonds of a certain John L. Ivie…"<br />
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The Black Hawk War was a catastrophe for a number of residents in the loss of lives and property. On June 24, 1866, Black Hawk with about 100 warriors attacked the post at Thistle Valley. General Warren S. Snow led one of the relief parties. The combined forces began a pursuit of the retreating savages. At Soldiers Summit the Indians separated and scattered in all directions. On the 26th a raid on the Spanish Fork pasture was made before daylight, in which 30 Indians stampeded 45 head of horses and cattle. Major William Creer with 15 men started in pursuit. They overtook them and fought them for an hour and a half, when a party from Springville came up and the Indians fled. But – John (Jock) Edmiston of Manti was killed and Albert Dimmick of Spanish Fork received a wound from which he died two days later!<br />
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About 3 a.m. June 27 an express arrived at Provo with the tidings, and that the Indians would probably attack Spanish Fork.<br />
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"An alarm was sounded, the old bell rung, men from all quarters of the town answered the summons, and 50 men from the Provo infantry, in wagons for the occasion, were speedily taken over to Springville, arriving there in the morn’s early dawn, just as the detachment arrived who had been sent to bring in John Edmiston. I shall ever remember it; he had laid in the hot sun the afternoon of his killing, and his body had changed to a very dark color; he was scalped and his right hand was cut off at the wrist by the Indians, showing their revenge for his determined and gallant fight for his life. The reader can imagine our love for the Indian was not very strong after witnessing such a sight." (M.F. Farnsworth, History of Manti, p.55)<br />
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Services were held in the meeting house, and many friends and comrades filled the room.<br />
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BOYHOOD MEMORIES OF SPRINGVILLE<br />
By S. C. Richardson, Thatcher, Arizona<br />
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And the Indians came to Springville,<br />
A raid for horses in the night –<br />
A signal called the minute men<br />
And filled the families with fright.<br />
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Next day the trail led up the canyon<br />
Till Dark – then out around a hill –<br />
The trailers were not far behind –<br />
So kept together, watchful, still –<br />
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But two behind them took a cross cut –<br />
And from a ridge they saw a light –<br />
Jonathan (Jock) Edmiston said to his companion –<br />
"See there’s our boys – They’ve camped for the night."<br />
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That springy turf gave scarce a<br />
Murmer of the horses lively tramp.<br />
And looking far ahead for Indians<br />
They rode into the Indians’ camp.<br />
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The Indians surprised as they were,<br />
Almost let both get away,<br />
But Jock – went down – was scalped;<br />
Then they brought him home next day.<br />
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In the meeting house they laid him,<br />
Friends, and comrades, filled the room;<br />
Held services – Then as our flag waved above him,<br />
They marched by drum beats to the Tomb!<br />
(Taken from an "Improvement Era" and copied first by Albert Anderson, Gardena, Calif. Then copied by Blanch Johnstun in 1953.)<br />
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Stricken with shock and grief, Martha gave birth to her 14th child Charles Henry, the next week, July 1, 1866, at Springville!<br />
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John Edmiston’s niece Sarah Jane Snow (daughter of his wife’s brother James Chauncy Snow and Eliza Ann Carter) was turning 13 (about 1853) and lived in Manti. She had come to Provo as she wanted to visit her grandmother and grandfather, Sarah and Gardner Snow. So her mother and father had let her go. While nooning before reaching Manti, Uncle John said, "Get in the buckboard." And he hitched up the horses and away they went. It was said that she never went so fast to Ephraim. The next morning Black Hawk came in the blacksmith shop. "Me see your white papoose, me could steal her. But me could not catch." Uncle John jumped up with the sledge hammer, threw it, striking Black Hawk, and knocked out his front teeth.<br />
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John Edmiston, Sr. is mentioned as one of the pioneers who should be remembered for special contributions toward the growth and accomplishment of Manti. John Patten, superintended the construction of a threshing machine which separated the wheat from the chaff. Amasa E. Merriam drew the plans and John Edmiston did the blacksmith work. It was called the Valley Tan. Hinges for doors were made by John Edmundson and others.<br />
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John is listed in the Survey record of Manti as owning 20 acres, lot 3, block 27, in the "Biggfield." John Edmunson was among the first settlers of Ephraim. In 1870 John and Martha Edmiston were living in Springville, Utah County, with children: Sarah 24; John, 19; Eliza, 15; William, 16; Warren, 10; George, 8; David, 7; Mary, 5; Charles, 4. Their daughter, Martha, age 21, and her husband, Lauren Roundy, were living close by.<br />
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One of John and Martha’s sons, Warren, as a young man, had a yoke of oxen that he used to haul stone to be used in the building of the Manti Temple.<br />
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The 1880 Census shows the Edmistons as living in Petty Precinct, Sanpete County.<br />
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Records show an Abarintha Snow sealed to John Edmiston 4 July 1888, in the Manti Temple. Nothing further has been found about her.<br />
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John, Sr., died October 13, 1890 at Castle Dale, Utah. His obituary stated he was the father of 14 children, nine of whom were still living; had 42 grandchildren and five great-grandchildren. "The deceased also shared in many privations of the early settlers of this western region and died in faith of a glorious resurrection." (Deseret News, November 8, 1890, p.4.)<br />
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Martha Jane Snow Edmiston died 5 March 1892 at Castle Dale, Emery County. They had sacrificed much for the Gospel of Jesus Christ, shared in many privations of the early settlers, and died in faith of a glorious resurrection.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZof7aCJcJVZdhqezmzwQYH3-5h2HYPw0gFTZ_jszyLNNsWfhin-7YQq1o2QN1iqQmOPwzspSPHcECD2tTgHK4zjLgGEieyLGC6BcnNhyphenhyphen7O-HTY-QqMi6OU3_VH8Fki8gxidE_QXH8S3M/s1600/600%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676169311054854370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZof7aCJcJVZdhqezmzwQYH3-5h2HYPw0gFTZ_jszyLNNsWfhin-7YQq1o2QN1iqQmOPwzspSPHcECD2tTgHK4zjLgGEieyLGC6BcnNhyphenhyphen7O-HTY-QqMi6OU3_VH8Fki8gxidE_QXH8S3M/s400/600%255B1%255D%255B1%255D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 287px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>Top row left to right: Dominicus Carter Snow, Sarah Jane Snow, John Carter Snow 2nd row left to right: Don Carlos Snow, Eliza Ann Snow, Richard Carter Snow, Arletta Collister Snow, James Erastus Snow Front: Elizabeth Ann Carter, James Chauncy Snow Source: Arthur D. Coleman: Carter Pioneers of Utah, (Provo UT: J. Grant Stevenson, 1966), p.424a carterville.com (James Chauncy Snow was Martha Jane Snow's brother.)<br />
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<strong>THE CHILDREN</strong><br />
Children of John Edmiston and Martha Jane Snow:<br />
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1. Gardner born 19 November 1843 Morley Settlement, Hancock, Illinois; died age 3, Mt. Pisgah, Iowa<br />
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2. Sarah Elizabeth born 20 December 1845 Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois; died 1876 unmarried.<br />
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3. Jonathan H. (Jock) born 22 February 1848 Carterville, Pottawattamie, Iowa; died 26 June 1866 Spanish Fork Canyon, Utah (killed by Indians); unmarried.<br />
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4. Martha Ann born 30 July 1849 Carterville, Pottawattamie, Iowa; died 5 November 1888 Springville, Utah, Utah; married 9 April 1868 Lauren Hotchkiss Roundy.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUo5O_ihTZSfX6CZWVd2Xe-pzNj5Uv5tyTfvvkwiO4jj49vWZivaCz2XO0Jfja4UoDtPx5_ZKCcPidZKsQl8W0PrWanUrON9cMHJsfdehVZxeONxlf8uGfhprsjug5baTO_xKeb4gnNls/s1600/600%255B1%255D.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681268901333400594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUo5O_ihTZSfX6CZWVd2Xe-pzNj5Uv5tyTfvvkwiO4jj49vWZivaCz2XO0Jfja4UoDtPx5_ZKCcPidZKsQl8W0PrWanUrON9cMHJsfdehVZxeONxlf8uGfhprsjug5baTO_xKeb4gnNls/s400/600%255B1%255D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 283px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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Cemetery nameEvergreen Cemetery, Springville, Utah, UT<br />
Name on headstoneMartha Edmiston<br />
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5. John, Jr. born 23 October 1850 Carterville, Pottawattamie, Iowa; married Elizabeth Maria Rilly.<br />
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6. Samuel Card born 9 October 1851 Springville, Utah, Utah.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHUt6yyI_3feSf5kqTDp-850IyY82SfNqxfWa1UwYRnzlX_LkmhWzln4zkUl2nsqn_2KI2beiTuUx2_dr2ftm-d7uJsUClp8lM2wWyBxnr6MMlthiN8QMvHYPAs1ybu2cscJ_rOeu7bc/s1600/600%255B2%255D.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681263954830235426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHUt6yyI_3feSf5kqTDp-850IyY82SfNqxfWa1UwYRnzlX_LkmhWzln4zkUl2nsqn_2KI2beiTuUx2_dr2ftm-d7uJsUClp8lM2wWyBxnr6MMlthiN8QMvHYPAs1ybu2cscJ_rOeu7bc/s400/600%255B2%255D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 253px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 257px;" /></a> Samuel Edmiston<br />
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7. Algenora born 22 June 1853 Manti, Sanpete, Utah; died 20 June 1919; married Squire Stewart.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2bQ-kDXOt4MegIXa5RC8QhvGOTktH1AbEe9jm70DY5yHd2J-ONM760Bm_4DGUqPk1IKb4xaWXviKvcnH4K6Pt7WXwvwAmdm1zkraJWXFc1PTxWj1vZw8WCkhxPnS451klh3108gYlfg8/s1600/600%255B2%255D.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681263272161976194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2bQ-kDXOt4MegIXa5RC8QhvGOTktH1AbEe9jm70DY5yHd2J-ONM760Bm_4DGUqPk1IKb4xaWXviKvcnH4K6Pt7WXwvwAmdm1zkraJWXFc1PTxWj1vZw8WCkhxPnS451klh3108gYlfg8/s400/600%255B2%255D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 259px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br />
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Squire, Algenorah and family<br />
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8. William born 25 September 1854 Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah; died 22 April 1930 Gannett, Blaine, Idaho; married 15 August 1880 Sarah Forbush.<br />
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9. Eliza born 1 February 1856 Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah; died 23 Sep. 1904 Mammoth, Juab, Utah; married 16 August 1875 Joseph Benton Harriman<br />
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10. Warren born 5 September 1857 Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah; died 31 March 1923 Wilson, Teton, Wyoming; married 31 March 1878 Lucy Ann Woolf.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKKkM4QGGRIrd3QttLrda-_MfRMibcy4vqPsG8wrTZQkAzVokrRL7-s0A5iqzUBIA-MDHUfZwuYyihWHVWZYlkpg0Jxsc-OXmkStbO-vPaFhiSJbPr73EsoP-I1OfLC9bVm663wXJAto/s1600/600%255B1%255D.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681260835533217826" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqKKkM4QGGRIrd3QttLrda-_MfRMibcy4vqPsG8wrTZQkAzVokrRL7-s0A5iqzUBIA-MDHUfZwuYyihWHVWZYlkpg0Jxsc-OXmkStbO-vPaFhiSJbPr73EsoP-I1OfLC9bVm663wXJAto/s400/600%255B1%255D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 177px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 98px;" /></a> Warren John Edmiston<br />
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11. George Washington born 27 Jan. 1860 Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah died 19 May 1925 Fountain Green, Sanpete, Utah; married Mary Larsen; married 2 October 1889 Caroline Otteson.<br />
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12. David born 29 October 1862 Manti, Sanpete, Utah; died 18 February 1892.<br />
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13. Mary Margaret born 14 May 1864 Manti, Sanpete, Utah; died 13 August 1909 Price, Carbon, Utah; married 28 May 1881 Soren Erastus Anderson.<br />
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14. Charles Henry born 1 July 1866 Springville, Utah, Utah; died 8 September 1925 Hill Spring, Alberta, Canada; married Hannah Delilah Jackson.<br />
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<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Arnold Arthur Miller, son of Marguerite Anderson (Miller), daughter of Hannah Anderson (Anderson), daughter of Mary Margaret Edmiston (Anderson), daughter of John Edmiston.<br />
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<strong>Sources</strong>Sutton, History of Sanpete and Emery Counties.<br />
Ephraim’s First One Hundred Years, p.8.<br />
1880 Census Petty Precinct, (F 218673, p.428).<br />
Valiant in the Faith – Gardner and Sarah Snow and Their Family, 1990, by Archibald F. and Ella M. Bennett, and Barbara Bennett Roach, pp. 577-602.<br />
Daughters of Utah Pioneers: Submitted by:<br />
Loretta Anderson Preston<br />
660 Aaron Avenue<br />
Springville, UT 84663<br />
Barbara B. Roach<br />
6276 Oakcrest Circle<br />
Salt Lake City, UT 84121.<br />
Deseret News, November. 8, 1890, p.4.<br />
Encyclopedia of Mormonism<br />
Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868 http://lds.org/churchhistory/library/pioneerdetails/1,15791,4018-1-50562,00.html<br />
History of the Church, vol. 6, ch. 25, pp. 510, 518, 522.<br />
M.F. Farnsworth, History of Manti, p.55<br />
By S. C. Richardson, Thatcher, Arizona<br />
Deseret News, November 8, 1890, p.4.<br />
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Circumstantial evidence from census records, church records, newspaper records and genealogical information proves the Edmiston family traveled to Utah in 1851. In the 1850 Iowa census the surname is spelled Edinson; in the 1852 "Registry of names of Persons Residing in the Various Wards as to Bishop's Reports, Great Salt Lake City," the surname is spelled Edminister.<br />
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<strong>Chapter 7:</strong><br />
<strong>The Scroll Petition Mormon Redress Petitions, p.565 </strong><br />
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To the honorable the Senate and house of Representatives of the United States, in Congress assembled<br />
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The Memorial of the undersigned Inhabitants of Hancock County in the State of Illinois respectfully sheweth:<br />
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That they belong to the Society of Latter Day Saints, commonly called Mormons, that a portion of our people commenced settling in Jackson County Missouri, in the Summer of 1831, where they purchased Lands and settled upon them with the intention and expectation of becoming permanent Citizens in Common with others.<br />
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From a very early period after the Settlement began, a very unfriendly feeling was manifested by the neighboring people; and as the Society increased, this unfriendly Spirit also increased, until it degenerated into a cruel and unrelenting persecution and the Society was at last compelled to leave the County. An Account of these unprovoked persecutions has been published to the world; yet we deem it not improper to embody a few of the most prominent items in this memorial and lay them before your honorable body.<br />
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On the 20th of July 1833 a mob collected at Independence, a deputation or Committee from which, called upon a few members of our Church there, and stated to them that the Store, Printing Office, and all Mechanic Shops belonging to our people must be closed forthwith, and the Society leave the County immediately. These Conditions were so unexpected and so hard, that a short time was asked for consider on the subject Before an Answer could be given, which was refused, and when some of our men answered that they could not consent to comply with such propositions, the work of destruction commenced. The Printing Office, a valuable two story brick building, was destroyed by the Mob, and with it much valuable property; they next went to the Store for the same purpose, but one of the Owners thereof, agreeing to close it, they abandoned their design. A series of outrages was then commenced by the mob upon individual members of our Society; Bishop Patridge was dragged from his house and family, where he was first partially stripped of his clothes and then tarred and feathered from head to foot. A man by the name of Allan was also tarred [p.566] at the same time. Three days afterwards the Mob assembled in great numbers, bearing a red flag, and proclaiming that, unless the Society would leave "en masse," every man of them should be killed. Being in a defenceless situation, to avoid a general massacre, a treaty was entered into and ratified, by which it was agreed that one half of the Society should leave the County by the first of January, and the remainder by the first of April following. In October, while our people were gathering their crops and otherwise preparing to fulfil their part of the treaty, the mob again collected without any provocation, shot at some of our people, whipped others, threw down their houses, and committed many other depredations; the Members of the Society were for some time harassed, both day and night, their houses assailed and broken open, and their Women and Children insulted and abused. The Store house of A. S. Gilbert & Co. was broken open, ransacked, and some of the goods strewed in the Streets. These repeated assaults so aroused the indignant feelings of our people that a small party thereof on one occasion, when wantonly abused, resisted the mob, a conflict ensued, in which one of our people and some two or three of their assailants were killed. This unfortunate affair raised the whole County in guns, and we were required forthwith to Surrender our arms and leave the County. Fifty one Guns were given up, which have never been returned or paid for to this day. Parties of the Mob from 30 to 70 in number [——] the Country in evry direction, threatning and abusing Women and Children, until they were forced; first to take shelter in the woods and prairies at a very inclement Season of the year, and finally to make their escape to Clay County, where the people permitted them to take refuge for a time.<br />
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After the Society had left Jackson County, their buildings amounting to about two hundred, were either burned or otherwise destroyed, with a great portion of their Crops, as well as furniture, stock &c for which they have not as yet received any renumeration. The Society remained in Clay County; nearly three years, when in compliance with the demands of the Citizens there, it was determined to remove to that Section of Country, known afterwards as Caldwell County. In order to secure our people from molestation, the members of the Society bought out most of the former Inhabitants of what is now Caldwell County. and also entered much of the wild land, then belonging to the United States in that Section of Country, fondly hoping that as we were American Citizens, obeying the laws, and assisting to support the government, we would be protected in the use of homes which we had honestly purchased from the general government and fully paid for. Here we were permitted to enjoy peace for a Season, but as our Society increased in numbers, and settlements were made in Davies and Carrol Counties, unfounded jealousies sprung up anong our neighbors, [p.567] and the spirit of the Mob was soon manifested again. The people of our Church who had located themselves at DeWit, were compelled by the Mob to leave the place, notwithstanding the Militia were called out for their protection. From DeWit the mob went to Davies County, and while on their way took some of our people prisoners and greatly abused and mistreated them. Our people had been driven by force from Jackson County; they had been compelled to leave Clay County and sell their lands there, for which they have never been paid; they had finally settled in Caldwell County where they had purchased and paid for nearly all the Government land within its limits, in order to secure homes where they could live and worship in peace, but even here they were soon followed by the mob. The Society remained in Caldwell from 1836 until the fall of 1838, and during that time had acquired, by purchase from the Government, the Settlers, and preemptions, almost all the lands in the County of Caldwell, and a portion of those in Davies and Carrol Counties. Those Counties when our people first commenced their Settlements were for the most part wild and uncultivated, and they had converted them into large and well improved farms. well stocked. Lands had risen in value from ten to 25 dollars per acre, and those Counties were rapidly advancing in Cultivation and wealth. In August 1838 a riot commenced growing out of the attempt of a member of the Society to vote, which resulted in creating great excitement and many scenes of lawless outrage. A large mob under the conduct of Cornelius Gilliam came into the vicinity of Far West, drove off our Stock and abused our people, another party came into Caldwell County took away our horses and cattle, burnt our houses, and ordered the inhabitants to leave their homes immediately. By orders of Brigadier General Donnovan and Colonel Hinkle a company of about 60 men went to disperse this mob under the command of David W. Patten. A conflict ensued in which Captain Patten and two of his men were killed and others wounded. A mob party from two to three hundred in number, many of whom are supposed to have come from Chariton, fell on our people and notwithstanding they begged for quarters shot down and killed Eighteen, as they would so many Wild Beasts.<br />
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They were finally compelled to fly from those Counties; and on the 11th of October 1838, they sought safety by that means, with their families, leaving many of their effects behind that they had previously applied to the constituted authorities of Missouri for protection but in vain. The Society were pursued by the Mob, Conflicts ensued, deaths occurred on each side, and finally a force was organized under the authority of the Governor of the State of Missouri, with orders to drive us from the State, or exterminate us. Abandoned and attacked by those to whom we had looked for protection, we determined to make no further resistance but [p.568] submit to the authorities of the State, and yield to our fate however hard it might be. Several members of the Society were arrested and imprisoned on a charge of treason against the State; and the rest amounting to above 14,000 Souls, fled into the other states, principally into Illinois, where they now reside.<br />
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Your Memorialists would further state, that they have heretofore petitioned your Honorable Body praying redress for the injuries set forth in this memorial but the Committee to whom our petition was referred, reported, in substance, that the general government had no power in the case; and that we must look for relief to the Courts and the Legislature of Missouri. In reply, your Memorialists would beg leave to state that they have repeatedly applied to the authorities of Missouri in vain. that though they are American Citizens, at all times ready to obey the laws and support the institutions of the Country, none of us would dare enter Missouri for any such purpose, or for any purpose whatever. Our property was seized by the Mob, or lawlessly confiscated by the State, and we were forced at the point of the Bayonet to sign Deeds of Trust relinquishing our property but the exterminating order of the Governor of Missouri is still in force and we dare not return to claim our just rights—the Widows and Orphans of those slain, who could legally sign no deeds of Trust, dare not return to claim the Inheritance left them by their Murdered Parents.<br />
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It is true the Constitution of the United States gives to us in Common with all other Native or adopted Citizens, the right to enter and settle in Missouri, but an executive order has been issued to exterminate us if we enter the State, and that part of the Constitution becomes a nullity so far as we are concerned.<br />
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Had any foreign State or power committed a similar ourtrage upon us, we cannot for a moment doubt that the strong arm of the general government would have been stretched out to redress [——] our wrongs, and we flatter ourselves that the same power will either redress our grievances or shield us from harm in our efforts to regain our lost property, which we fairly purchased from the general government.<br />
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Finally your Memorialists, pray your Honorable Body to take their wrongs into consideration, receive testimony in the case, and grant such relief as by the Constitution and Laws you may have power to give.<br />
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And your Memorialists will every pray &c. Nauvoo, Illinois, November 28th 1843.<br />
Joseph Smith Mayor, Hyrum Smith Counsellor, Daniel H. Wells, Brigham Young Counsellor<br />
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<br />Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-13477112576927495192015-05-15T00:30:00.000-07:002015-06-09T09:25:26.549-07:00JOHN EDMISTON 1821-1890[<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Marguerite Anderson (Miller), daughter of Hannah Anderson, daughter of Mary Margaret Edmiston (Anderson), daughter of John Edmiston.]<br />
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Records also show Abarintha Snow sealed to John Edmiston 4 July 1888, in the Manti Temple.<br />
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Below is the text on the Morley Settlement Marker:<br />
This was the site of Morley's Settlement, 1839-1846. The log homes and cabins, fenced farms and corrals of 400-500 Mormons (members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) spread out for more than a mile northeast, north, and west of here. The people had come as religious refugees, forced from Missouri.<br />
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The settlement was named after founder and president Isaac Morley (and was sometimes called "Yelrome" - Morley spelled backwards). LDS prophet Joseph Smith often preached here. LDS poet Eliza R. Snow lived here in 1843-44. Morley's barrel shop sold barrels in Quincy. Frederick Cox operated a chair making shop. The settlement had four stores. Cordella Morley taught school here. "Morley Town," the settlement's heart, had north-south and east-west streets running for three blocks east and three blocks north of this marker.<br />
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Not quite three miles southwest of here, other Mormons settled in an existing town, Lima (Adams County). Mormons in both settlements together formed the Lima Branch (or Stake) of the LDS Church. Branch records for 1842 list families (living in both settlements) named Morley, Hancock, Durfee, Miner, Curtis, Carter, Cox, Whiting, King, Call, Brown, Winn, Garner, Gardner, Tidwell, Thornton, Casper, Benner, Clawson, Worheese, Snow, Dudley, Scott, Blair, Wimmer, Critchlow, Hickenlooper, Rose, and many others.<br />
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In September 1845, when Mormons and non-Mormons clashed in Hancock County, the latter torched scores (some reports say 125) of Morley's Settlement houses and outbuildings. Suddenly homeless, the residents fled to Nauvoo for safety. Morley's Settlement, mostly reduced to ashes, disappeared.<br />
Of the John and Hannah Carter family, son Phillip stayed behind on his land southwest of here. Phillip's posterity lived there for several generations.<br />
The present town of Tioga was founded here in 1855, and soon afterwards many German immigrant families settled in the area.<br />
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John Edmiston was a smith who worked with and forged iron. A Blacksmith was an important man in the community. When there were horses and oxen to shoe, he made and fixed on horseshoes to protect their feet. Horseshoes consisted of a narrow plate of iron shaped to fit the rim of a horse's hoof. A blacksmith also had wheels of wagons to shoe or tire, and coaches to repair. He made iron utensils. All hardware which went into the building of a house was the product of his skill. The making of hinges, latches, hooks, fireplace fittings, implements of all kinds for the home and farm, besides nails, which were all hand made, kept the forge glowing winter and summer. It was all forge work. Farmers depended on the local blacksmith to provide and maintain much of their farming equipment. The iron was heated in the fire and held on the anvil, then the smith walloped the iron with a sledge hammer. He would indicate the position and direction of the sledge with a tap on the anvil from a hand hammer. Many blacksmiths not only earned good livings, but became well to do.<br />
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<strong>Chapter 7:The Scroll Petition Mormon Redress Petitions, p.565</strong>To the honorable the Senate and house of Representatives of the United States, in Congress assembled </div>
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The Memorial of the undersigned Inhabitants of Hancock County in the State of Illinois respectfully sheweth:<br />
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That they belong to the Society of Latter Day Saints, commonly called Mormons, that a portion of our people commenced settling in Jackson County Missouri, in the Summer of 1831, where they purchased Lands and settled upon them with the intention and expectation of becoming permanent Citizens in Common with others.</div>
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From a very early period after the Settlement began, a very unfriendly feeling was manifested by the neighboring people; and as the Society increased, this unfriendly Spirit also increased, until it degenerated into a cruel and unrelenting persecution and the Society was at last compelled to leave the County. An Account of these unprovoked persecutions has been published to the world; yet we deem it not improper to embody a few of the most prominent items in this memorial and lay them before your honorable body. </div>
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On the 20th of July 1833 a mob collected at Independence, a deputation or Committee from which, called upon a few members of our Church there, and stated to them that the Store, Printing Office, and all Mechanic Shops belonging to our people must be closed forthwith, and the Society leave the County immediately. These Conditions were so unexpected and so hard, that a short time was asked for consider on the subject Before an Answer could be given, which was refused, and when some of our men answered that they could not consent to comply with such propositions, the work of destruction commenced. The Printing Office, a valuable two story brick building, was destroyed by the Mob, and with it much valuable property; they next went to the Store for the same purpose, but one of the Owners thereof, agreeing to close it, they abandoned their design. A series of outrages was then commenced by the mob upon individual members of our Society; Bishop Patridge was dragged from his house and family, where he was first partially stripped of his clothes and then tarred and feathered from head to foot. A man by the name of Allan was also tarred [p.566] at the same time. Three days afterwards the Mob assembled in great numbers, bearing a red flag, and proclaiming that, unless the Society would leave "en masse," every man of them should be killed. Being in a defenceless situation, to avoid a general massacre, a treaty was entered into and ratified, by which it was agreed that one half of the Society should leave the County by the first of January, and the remainder by the first of April following. In October, while our people were gathering their crops and otherwise preparing to fulfil their part of the treaty, the mob again collected without any provocation, shot at some of our people, whipped others, threw down their houses, and committed many other depredations; the Members of the Society were for some time harassed, both day and night, their houses assailed and broken open, and their Women and Children insulted and abused. The Store house of A. S. Gilbert and Co. was broken open, ransacked, and some of the goods strewed in the Streets. These repeated assaults so aroused the indignant feelings of our people that a small party thereof on one occasion, when wantonly abused, resisted the mob, a conflict ensued, in which one of our people and some two or three of their assailants were killed. This unfortunate affair raised the whole County in guns, and we were required forthwith to Surrender our arms and leave the County. Fifty one Guns were given up, which have never been returned or paid for to this day. Parties of the Mob from 30 to 70 in number [——] the Country in evry direction, threatning and abusing Women and Children, until they were forced; first to take shelter in the woods and prairies at a very inclement Season of the year, and finally to make their escape to Clay County, where the people permitted them to take refuge for a time. </div>
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After the Society had left Jackson County, their buildings amounting to about two hundred, were either burned or otherwise destroyed, with a great portion of their Crops, as well as furniture, stock &c for which they have not as yet received any renumeration. The Society remained in Clay County; nearly three years, when in compliance with the demands of the Citizens there, it was determined to remove to that Section of Country, known afterwards as Caldwell County. In order to secure our people from molestation, the members of the Society bought out most of the former Inhabitants of what is now Caldwell County. and also entered much of the wild land, then belonging to the United States in that Section of Country, fondly hoping that as we were American Citizens, obeying the laws, and assisting to support the government, we would be protected in the use of homes which we had honestly purchased from the general government and fully paid for. Here we were permitted to enjoy peace for a Season, but as our Society increased in numbers, and settlements were made in Davies and Carrol Counties, unfounded jealousies sprung up anong our neighbors, [p.567] and the spirit of the Mob was soon manifested again. The people of our Church who had located themselves at DeWit, were compelled by the Mob to leave the place, notwithstanding the Militia were called out for their protection. From DeWit the mob went to Davies County, and while on their way took some of our people prisoners and greatly abused and mistreated them. Our people had been driven by force from Jackson County; they had been compelled to leave Clay County and sell their lands there, for which they have never been paid; they had finally settled in Caldwell County where they had purchased and paid for nearly all the Government land within its limits, in order to secure homes where they could live and worship in peace, but even here they were soon followed by the mob. The Society remained in Caldwell from 1836 until the fall of 1838, and during that time had acquired, by purchase from the Government, the Settlers, and preemptions, almost all the lands in the County of Caldwell, and a portion of those in Davies and Carrol Counties. Those Counties when our people first commenced their Settlements were for the most part wild and uncultivated, and they had converted them into large and well improved farms. well stocked. Lands had risen in value from ten to 25 dollars per acre, and those Counties were rapidly advancing in Cultivation and wealth. In August 1838 a riot commenced growing out of the attempt of a member of the Society to vote, which resulted in creating great excitement and many scenes of lawless outrage. A large mob under the conduct of Cornelius Gilliam came into the vicinity of Far West, drove off our Stock and abused our people, another party came into Caldwell County took away our horses and cattle, burnt our houses, and ordered the inhabitants to leave their homes immediately. By orders of Brigadier General Donnovan and Colonel Hinkle a company of about 60 men went to disperse this mob under the command of David W. Patten. A conflict ensued in which Captain Patten and two of his men were killed and others wounded. A mob party from two to three hundred in number, many of whom are supposed to have come from Chariton, fell on our people and notwithstanding they begged for quarters shot down and killed Eighteen, as they would so many Wild Beasts. </div>
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They were finally compelled to fly from those Counties; and on the 11th of October 1838, they sought safety by that means, with their families, leaving many of their effects behind that they had previously applied to the constituted authorities of Missouri for protection but in vain. The Society were pursued by the Mob, Conflicts ensued, deaths occurred on each side, and finally a force was organized under the authority of the Governor of the State of Missouri, with orders to drive us from the State, or exterminate us. Abandoned and attacked by those to whom we had looked for protection, we determined to make no further resistance but [p.568] submit to the authorities of the State, and yield to our fate however hard it might be. Several members of the Society were arrested and imprisoned on a charge of treason against the State; and the rest amounting to above 14,000 Souls, fled into the other states, principally into Illinois, where they now reside.<br />
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Your Memorialists would further state, that they have heretofore petitioned your Honorable Body praying redress for the injuries set forth in this memorial but the Committee to whom our petition was referred, reported, in substance, that the general government had no power in the case; and that we must look for relief to the Courts and the Legislature of Missouri. In reply, your Memorialists would beg leave to state that they have repeatedly applied to the authorities of Missouri in vain. that though they are American Citizens, at all times ready to obey the laws and support the institutions of the Country, none of us would dare enter Missouri for any such purpose, or for any purpose whatever. Our property was seized by the Mob, or lawlessly confiscated by the State, and we were forced at the point of the Bayonet to sign Deeds of Trust relinquishing our property but the exterminating order of the Governor of Missouri is still in force and we dare not return to claim our just rights—the Widows and Orphans of those slain, who could legally sign no deeds of Trust, dare not return to claim the Inheritance left them by their Murdered Parents. </div>
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It is true the Constitution of the United States gives to us in Common with all other Native or adopted Citizens, the right to enter and settle in Missouri, but an executive order has been issued to exterminate us if we enter the State, and that part of the Constitution becomes a nullity so far as we are concerned. <br />
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Joseph Smith Mayor Hyrum Smith Counsellor<br />
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Circumstantial evidence from census records, church records, newspaper records and genealogical information proves the Edmiston family traveled to Utah in 1851. In the 1850 Iowa census the surname is spelled Edinson; in the 1852 "Registry of names of Persons Residing in the Various Wards as to Bishop's Reports, Great Salt Lake City," the surname is spelled Edminister.</div>
<a href="http://lds.org/churchhistory/library/pioneerdetails/1,15791,4018-1-50562,00.html">http://lds.org/churchhistory/library/pioneerdetails/1,15791,4018-1-50562,00.html</a><br />
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John Edmiston appears as a witness, along with his father-in-law Gardner Snow and others, at Isaac Morley's deposition regarding the mob leaders who threatened him at Nauvoo in June 1844. [History of the Church, vol. 6, ch. 25, pp. 510, 518, 522]. <br />
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Gardner, born 1843 at Morley's Settlement<br />
Sarah E., born 1845 at Nauvoo<br />
Jonathan H., born 1848 at Blackhawk County, Iowa<br />
Martha Ann, born 1849 at Cartersville, Cerro Gordo, Iowa; married Lauren Hotchkiss Roundy<br />
John, born 1850 at Cartersville; married Maria Rilly and Clare ?<br />
Samuel, born 1851 at Springville, Utah<br />
Algenora, born 1853 at Manti; married Squire Stewart <br />
William, born 1854 at Ephraim; married Sadie ?<br />
Eliza, born 1856 at Ephraim; married Joseph Benton Barryman<br />
Warren, born 1857 at Ephraim; married Lucy Ann Woolf<br />
George Washington, born 1860 at Ephraim; married Mary Larson and Caroline Otteson<br />
David, born 1862 at Manti<br />
<strong>Mary Margaret, born 1864 at Manti; married Soren Erastus Andersen</strong><br />
Charles H., born 1866; married Della Jackson/Jackman<br />
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On the 22nd, Albert Lewis was killed, and three persons wounded, near Marysvale, Piute county; and on the 29th, Thomas Jones was killed, and Wm. Avery wounded at Fairview, in San Pete county. On the 10th of June, the Indians made a raid on Round valley, driving away three hundred head of cattle and horses, and killing Father James Ivey and Henry Wright. On the 24th, Charles Brown was killed and Thomas Snarr wounded in Thistle valley; and while recovering the horses and cattle driven off from the Spanish Fork pasture, John Edmiston, of Manti, was killed, and A. Dimick, of Spanish Fork, badly wounded.</div>
<strong>found on archiver.rootsweb.ancestry.com</strong><br />
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Mr. Edminston if a Republican. His family attended the Luthern Church, but he is of the Presbyterian denomination. He is a good and respected citizen. David was a blacksmith noted from at least 1860-1870.<br />
To the lot of David S. Edminston fell the sort of training that makes sturdy and efficient workers, undaunted by labors or hardships. His education, so far as books are concerned, was acquired in subscription schools, and in the old-fashioned log public school which he attended in the winter season, warming himself in the afternoons and evenings at the forge where he helped his father regularly, from the time when he was so small that he had to stand on a block to blow the bellows. By the time he was twenty-two years old, he was quite ready to carry on the business form himself, which he began to do at the age, at Barree Forge, Huntingdon County, Pennsylvania; here he spent seven years, and was then in business successively at Chipton, Blair County, Pennslvania; two years. At Hatfield, Huntingdon County, Pennsylvania - one year; at Petersburg, same county - five years, and at Warriors Ridge, two years. He then worked as a journeyman for a time at Henry Shoup's place, in Juniata Twp., after which, in March 1885, he moved to his present home.</div>
<strong>although this is about John's brother David, it is likely that John had a similar experience as he too became a blacksmith. David was 2 years older than John - found on ancestry.com</strong><br />
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JOHN EDMISTON (John, John) was born 23 July 1821 in Antes, Lycoming, Pennsylvania. He was baptized Mormon in 1842 in Morley's Settlement, Hancock, Illinois. About February 1843, John married (1) MARTHA JANE SNOW, probably in Morley's Settlement. Martha Jane was born 3 September 1827 in St. Johnsbury, Caledonia, Vermont, the daughter of Gardner SNOW and Sarah Sawyer HASTINGS. </div>
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On 20 June 1844, John swore a deposition [with his father-in-law, Gardner Snow, and others] before the Hancock County, Illinois, Justice of the Peace in Nauvoo. He deposed that he was present on June 15 when the angry mob approached Isaac Morley and demanded that the residents of Morley's Settlement either join with mem to arrest Joseph Smith in Nauvoo, give up their arms and remain neutral, or get out. The deponents further deposed that they were compelled to leave their homes and flee to Nauvoo for protection "for we were afraid to stay there on account of the mobs threatening to utterly exterminate us"<br />
Sometime between 1846 and 1847, John moved his family from Nauvoo to Iowa, where he spent at least three years, possibly in the service of the church. The family moved to Utah in 1851.<br />
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John married (2) Emma HART about 1856 in Utah as a plural marriage. Emma was born 14 March 1835 in Ohio and traveled to Utah in 1850 with her mother and five siblings. Nothing more is known of her. John died 13 October 1891 and Martha Jane died 2 March 1892 at Castle Dale, Emery, Utah. <br />
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-79960733993999588662015-05-14T00:00:00.000-07:002018-02-17T13:27:22.823-08:00MARTHA JANE SNOW (EDMISTON) 1827-1892[<strong>Ancestral Link</strong>: Marguerite Anderson (Miller), daughter of Hannah Anderson (Anderson), daughter of Mary Margaret Edmiston (Anderson), daughter of Martha Jane Snow (Edmiston).]<br />
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Monument Erected to Those Who Died at Mt. Pisgah<br />
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?Martha S. Snow's Baptismal Record<br />
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<strong>MARTHA JANE SNOW EDMISTON</strong><br />
BIOGRAPHY: MARTHA JANE SNOW EDMISTON<br />
BIRTHDATE: 03 Septemb,er 1827 St. Johnsbury, Caledonia, Vermont<br />
DEATH: 05 March 1892, Castle Dale, Emery, Utah<br />
PARENTS: Gardner Snow and& Sarah Sawyer Hastings Snow<br />
PIONEER: 1851<br />
SPOUSE: John Edmiston, Jr.<br />
MARRIED: About 1842 Lima, Hancock, Illinois<br />
DEATH: 13 October ,1890 Castle Dale, Emery, Utah<br />
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Gardner 19 November 1843 (died age 3)<br />
Sarah Elizabeth 20 December 1845 (died age 31 unmarried)<br />
Jonathan H. 22 February 1848 (died age 18)<br />
Martha Ann 30 July 1849<br />
John, Jr. 23 October 1850<br />
Samuel Card 09 October 1851<br />
Algenoral 22 June 1853<br />
William 25 September 1854<br />
Eliza 01 February 1856<br />
Warren 05 September 1857<br />
George Washington 27 January 1860 (died age 30)<br />
David 29 October 1862 (died age 30)<br />
Mary Margaret 14 May 1864<br />
Charles Henry 01 July 1866<br />
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Martha learned good homemaking skills by helping her mother prepare hearty meals, gather greens, herbs, and vegetables. She helped her mother bake and did outside chores. She also learned how to spin yarn, weave, knit, piece quilts, braid rugs, and make hats. She was five years old when her family was converted to the LDS Church and her father was called to be branch president. They left their home and property in June of 1836 and made the long journey to Kirtland, Ohio. After the Temple was build, they were forced to leave and go to Missouri. They settled in Adam-ondi-Ahman. Again they were driven from their home. They located at Morley’s Settlement near Lima, Illinois. In 1842, Martha Jane married John Edmiston. She was called to serve in the Relief Society to help relieve the suffering of the sick and needy families. Again, they were forced to leave their homes and moved to Carterville, Pottawattami, Iowa. They raised crops for several years to help feed the many Saints traveling west. John kept busy with blacksmithing, preparing horses, oxen, and wagons for the trek to Salt Lake Valley. They arrived in 1851.<br />
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They moved to Manti, Utah, where they had difficulty with the Indians in the Black Hawk War. In 1870, they were living in Springville. In 1880, they were living in Petty Precinct, Sanpete County. Martha was the mother of fourteen children, nine of which grew to maturity. They were living in Castle Dale when her husband John died and she died there two years later. They sacrificed much for the Gospel of Jesus Christ, shared in many privations of the early settlers, and died in faith of a glorious resurrection.<br />
<strong>(This appears to have come from a book “Valiant in the Faith”<br />PART 3 – A worthy and Numerous Posterity, pages 577 to 584) </strong></div>
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Sally and Gardner were happy to have a daughter to bless their home in St. Johnsbury, on September 3, 1827 – their first daughter to live and grow to maturity. Brothers Jonathan, James, Warren and George, took a special interest in their younger sister throughout her life. Martha Jane was the lovely name chosen for her.</div>
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They young girls learned to read, write and cipher in the little school house about the time this delightfully intimate picture was written in St. Johnsbury in 1835, entitled”</div>
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The girls and boys are off for home.</div>
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The children want their supper quick,</div>
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Come Betty, get the pudding stick!</div>
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The cows are coming from the vale,</div>
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Molly, bring the milking pail</div>
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And mild as quick as e’er you can</div>
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And strain it in the largest pan;</div>
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Now take the bowls and dip it out</div>
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And drop the pudding all about.</div>
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Now children, you may come and eat,</div>
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The pudding’s new, the milk is sweet.</div>
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And then undress and go upstairs;</div>
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And when you all have said your prayers</div>
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Then you may lay you down to sleep</div>
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And rest till morning light doth peep.</div>
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Martha was a good helper for her mother as they worked at the table near the open hearth preparing hearty meals for Father and boys. She liked to gather wild greens and herbs, and pick vegetables to go along with the fish and game in the big pot over the roaring flames. When they filled the bean pot with beans, salt pork and maple syrup, and cooked them long hours, it was a meal eagerly devoured by the menfolk when they came in from working in the fields. Often soup was left simmering on the fire, and leftover vegetables and meat were added each day. In cold weather soup was frozen, hung in an outdoor shed in a solid block, and when needed, chunks were chopped off and reheated with water. Sally taught Martha to bake bread, biscuits, Johnny cake and apple cakes in the tin oven in the oven front. Savor smells always permeated the kitchen of our Snow home to whet the appetites of the boys, and friends and relatives.</div>
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Martha’s daily chores were feeding the chickens, geese, pigs and sheep, milking the cows and making butter and cheese. She collected feathers from the barnyard geese to make pillows and quilts for the family’s bedding. Under Sally’s guidance, Martha learned to spin yarn from the sheep sheared in the spring, and to weave a shawl on the loom. Martha, like all young girls, could knit and make mittens and sox, quilts and braid hats and rugs.</div>
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After hearing two young Mormon missionaries, Orson Pratt and Lyman Johnson, preach that the original church of Jesus Christ had been restored, Sally and Gardner had many questions. Through their study of the scriptures and teachings by the missionaries, they were converted and were baptized, becoming members in June and July 1833. Martha went to the meetings each Sabboth day with her family, and joined in the singing and scripture study. She may have been the Martha S. Snow mentioned in Gardner’s little book “Church Record of Names” – “June the 9 1837 Baptize four children: Martha S. Snow; Matilda Scott, Sarah Galord, James W. Calkin.” Martha Jane would have been almost ten in 1837, and living in Ohio at that time.</div>
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In June of 1836 her parents left their home and lands and made a long journey to Kirtland, Ohio, where members of the Church were gathered. Wile living in Kirtland, there were many threats and much persecution by nonmembers. Her father and brother George, signed up to go with the Kirtland Camp to Missouri early in July of 1838. Martha was nearly eleven at the time they made their way to Missouri. They settled in Adam-ondi-Ahman, but within a few weeks suffered in the persecutions of the Saints by the mobs, and through mob violence, her baby brother, Gardner, died. In the spring of 1839 they were driven from the state to Illinois, through mob action and the Governor’s exterminating order. They then located at a place called Morley’s Settlement, after the leader, Isaac Morley.</div>
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About 1842, at age 15, Martha Jane married John Edmiston. John, the son of John Edmiston and Elizabeth Smith, was born July 23, 1821, in Antis on Juanita River, Huntington County, Pennsylvania. The 1840 Census of Illinois shows a John Edmiston listed in Randolph County, Pennsylvania. A William Edmiaston was in Fulton County. John Edmiston was a blacksmith, and he worked hard and did well in his shop. He joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, October 6, 1842. The first child of Martha and John’s was born November 19, 1843, and named Gardner, after his grandfather.</div>
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When the Female Relief Society was organized in 1843 in Lima, Lucy Morley, with her counselors, Sarah H. Snow and Sister Whiting were called to preside. Martha Jane, and her sister-in-law, Eliza Ann were also members. This group of ladies spent many hours sewing items of clothing, making quilts, knitting sweaters and sox, and helping in many ways to relieve the suffering of sick and needy men, women and children. Through their own trials and persecutions in Missouri, they had tender sympathies for those in need, and did all they could to alleviate their suffering.</div>
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In 1844 the “Penny Fund” was instituted by Hyrum Smith, of the Temple Committee, and promoted by his wife. He appealed to the women asking them to contribute one cent apiece a week to purchase materials for the Temple. Martha J. Edmiston’s signature is on the paper of those subscribing from Lima, to give “some few cents in money to assist in procuring glass and nails for the Temple.” With her signature is the amount of 25 cents. This small amount was quite a sacrifice for the sisters when their families needed so many necessities. However, they each felt a great anxiety to pay a year’s subscription in advance if at all possible.</div>
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The peaceful situation in Hancock County was not to continue. Feelings of jealousy and revenge, then hate, let to fury, and mobs gathered in the outlying communities from Nauvoo and began persecuting the Mormons. On June 18, 1844, the Mormons were given to understand the mobs were going to make a total destruction of the Morley Settlement, that 2,000 volunteers from Missouri would meet them next day at Carthage, and then go against Joseph Smith and demolish the City of Nauvoo. They were determined to get the Prophet at any cost.</div>
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On the 20th, an affidavit made by Isaac Morley, Gardner Snow, John Edmiston and Edmund Durfee, all of Hancock County, certified to the truth in a warning letter to the Prophet that the mobs were upon them. They must comply with one of three propositions: take up arms, join with, and go along with them to Nauvoo to arrest one Joseph Smith and others; remove their effects to Nauvoo; or give up their arms to them and remain neutral. In consequence of these threats, the residents were compelled to leave their homes on a very stormy night, cross a dangerous stream swollen by the rain, causing great suffering – and flee to Nauvoo for protection – or the mobs would utterly exterminate them. The next afternoon, June 21st, these affidavits were read before the Prophet and the City Council. Dr. J. M. Bernhisel, John Taylor and Dr. Willard Richards were appointed by the Council to go by express with the story of these outrages to Governor Ford at Carthage.</div>
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The Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum were murdered six days later in the Carthage jail. The outcast families of Gardner Snow and John Edmiston may have been in Nauvoo when the shot-torn bodies of the martyred Prophet and Patriarch were borne in sad procession. Following the martyrdom, the families were able to return to their homes in Morleys Settlement.</div>
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When the 20th quorum Seventy was organized in March 1845, Warren S. Snow was ordained one of the seven presidents. Included as members were: Warren Snow, residing in Nauvoo, John Edmiston, residing in Lima, George Snow, residing in Nauvoo.</div>
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In September 1845, the mob again came to the Settlement in their fury – and for eight days and nights fired upon the settlers, and burned 70 to 80 homes, their stacks of grain, shops, and other buildings. The inhabitants were forced out into the cold night, suffering, homeless and destitute.</div>
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Reports from the “Nauvoo Neighbor” mentioned “John Edmondson’s house and blacksmith shop burnt,” along with “Father Whiting’s house and chair factory; Edmund Durphy’s torn down; Father Morley’s cooper shop burnt; Thomas King’s house burnt.” “13 Sept. 1845 Mob at Morley Settlement set fire to house of John Edminston.” The mobs went from house to house driving the Mormons out of Morley Settlement, turned their sick ones out, to live or die. John’s tools and iron were taken by the mobsters before they burned his shop. This was a great loss to him in his business of blacksmithing. Men from Nauvoo got their teams and started for the settlements and traveled all night and day to get the families that had been turned outdoors to bring them to Nauvoo.</div>
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The men worked hard all winter repairing and building wagons knowing they would have to leave Nauvoo for a place where they would be free from persecution. Teams and men were sent to all parts of the country for iron. In spite of losing his shop and tools because of the mobs, John must have helped get the wagon wheels ironed and on the wagons, shoed the horses and oxen, made nails and did all kinds of repair work, for the departure of the Saints westward.</div>
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Sarah Elizabeth, Martha’s second child was born 20 December 1845 at Nauvoo. Grandmother Sarah (Sally) was pleased with the decision to name this little one after her. Six weeks after the birth of their baby, John Edmunston and Martha Jane were endowed 6 Feb. 1846 in the Nauvoo Temple. This was the same day as George and Mary Snow were endowed. John was a Seventy in the Priesthood at that time. This great blessing to them just preceded many of the Saints being driven from Nauvoo early in 1846. Their endowments helped them to have the faith and courage they needed to move to a wilderness toward the Rocky Mountains.</div>
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As the company proceeded westward, John and Martha felt the heartbreak of losing their first child, Gardner – who was named after his grandfather. The sisters washed and laid out the little three-year old, trying to comfort the grief stricken parents and grandparents. He was laid down tenderly under the willows, as the warm brown earth was dampened with tears. Then they turned their faces to the prairie, to push toward the goal again. The name of Gardner Edmison is listed on the north side of the monument, under “Names On Monument At Mt. Pisgah, Iowa.”</div>
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Martha gave birth on the Iowa plains on Oct. 23, 1848, to a baby boy, who was named Jonathan H., after Martha’s eldest brother who had died in Ohio. He was called “Jock.” Two more babies were born in Cartervill, Pottawattamie County, Iowa: Martha Ann, July 30, 1849; and John Jr., whose birth was October 23, 1850.</div>
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On 20 Jan. 1848, John Edminsten signed a petition for a post office, along with a number of other residents, including Gardner, Warren and George Snow, and Isaac Morley. It was addressed to the Postmaster General, and was to be located near the Log Tabernacle in Kanesville, Iowa. This post office established in March 1848 provided postal service to the people in the Great Salt Lake valley for several years.</div>
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The 1850 Census of Iowa lists John Edinson, as living in the Pottawattamie District, along with George, James C, Warren and Gardner Snow. The crops they raised helped feed the Saints traveling west for several years. John was kept busy at his blacksmith trade, preparing the horses and wagons for the trek to the Salt Lake valley.</div>
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John and Martha – and probably George and Mary Snow – came on to Utah by ox team in 1851, the year following the arrival of Gardner and Sally. One exciting experience with the Indians was written by a granddaughter, Anna Blanch Anderson Johnstun in 1853:</div>
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John Edmiston and one companion were appointed to go ahead of the wagon train. Their assignment was Pathfinders or Trail Blazers. Martha Jane drove the team with five small children in the wagon.</div>
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John and companion were miles and a few days ahead of the wagon train when they sighted Indians on watch for the wagons that were to travel that way. The men hurriedly rode their horses down a steep revine and were in a daze to know what to do to save all these pioneers traveling in that wagon train in company with their wives and children. Only God could save them from an Indian massacre. With heads bowed and on their knees, the men appealed to our heavenly Father for help. Rising to their feet they crept slowly over the ridge of the revine and could see the Indians milling around trying to find places to hide in order to ambush the oncoming train which, through their cunning and skillful methods, detected the distance, which was not far off.</div>
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In a twinkling, as though a voice had spoken, John and his companion gathered a clump of large brush and broken limbs, tied their with their lariats, and after reaching the open level spaces, whipped up their horses to a brisk speed. The object was to stir up such a dust off into the distance and opposite direction. And with their hollering and commotion, they hoped to deceive the Indians into believing a buffalo herd was in the distance.</div>
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The Indians at once left their watch on the wagon trail to follow the buffalo herd. As they, in their hideous war paint and scantily clad bodies gained distance, they were convinced they had been tricked. The men realized their lives were not worth much if they were caught, but they continued to lead the Indians in a wild chase farther and farther away from the direction of the wagon train.</div>
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Suddenly a miracle did happen! From another direction came the thundering sound of a buffalo stampede which gave the men an opportunity to escape from certain death had not the Indians taken off toward the stampeding buffalo which was certain to have trampled some of the savages under their speeding hooves.</div>
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The men reached the wagon train by night. The caravan had traveled faster than usual while crossing this certain area. That night the entire camp knelt and gave thanks to their God that through a miracle, their lives and those of the Pathfinders had been spared from a hostile Indian massacre. Thanks to the prayer and faith of those Pathfinders, John Edmiston and his companion!</div>
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Probably soon after their arrival in Utah, a son, Samuel Card Edmiston was born 9 October 1851 in Springville. A daughter, Algenora was born in Manti, 25 September 1854. The next four babies were born in Ephraim: William, 25 September 1854, Eliza, 1 Feb. 1856, Warren 5 September 1857, and George Washington, 27 January 1860. David’s birth 29 October 1862, and Mary Margaret’s, 14 May 1864, were both in Manti. Their last and 14th child, Charles Henry, was born in Springville, July 1, 1866.</div>
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The list of Seventies of Sanpete 17 July 1853 included: George Snow, 20th quorum, John Edmiston, 20th Quorum, (J.H, p.2); for 20 Apr. 1856 – 20th Quorum, with Wm. F. Carter, Provo, 1st Pres. John Edmonson and George Snow, both of Sanpete (J.H. p.4); on 1 Jan. 1857 John Edmonson, res. Manti; George Snow, res. Manti. On 5 May 1857 John Edmiston, Ft. Ephraim; George Snow, Manti; Reorganized 17 Mar. 1857.</div>
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John Edmiston & Others signed a protest from Manti against govt. sending troops to Utah, 9 Feb. 1858 (J.H. p.1). The Probate Records for Sanpete 6 June 1860 mention John Edmondson, Constable for Fort Ephraim of Sanpete County “and delivers over one affidavit and bonds of a certain John L. Ivie…”</div>
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The Black Hawk War was a catastrophe for a number of residents in the loss of lives and property. On June 24, 1866, Black Hawk with about 100 warriors attacked the post at Thistle Valley. General Warren S. Snow led one of the relief parties. The combined forces began a pursuit of the retreating savages. At Soldiers Summit the Indians separated and scattered in all directions. On the 26th a raid on the Spanish Fork pasture was made before daylight, in which 30 Indians stampeded 45 head of horses and cattle. Major William Creer with 15 men started in pursuit. They overtook them and fought them for an hour and a half, when a party from Springville came up and the Indians fled.</div>
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About 3 a.m. June 27 an express arrived at Provo with the tidings, and that the Indians would probably attack Spanish Fork. “An alarm was sounded, the old bell rung, men from all quarters of the town answered the summons, and 50 men from the Provo infantry, in wagons for the occasion, were speedily taken over to Springville, arriving there in the morn’s early dawn, just as the detachment arrived who had been sent to bring in John Edmiston. I shall ever remember it; he had laid in the hot sun the afternoon of his killing, and his body had changed to a very dark color; he was scalped and his right hand was cut off at the wrist by the Indians, showing their revenge for his determined and gallant fight for his life. The reader can imagine our love for the Indian was not very strong after witnessing such a sight.” (M.F. Farnsworth, History of Manti, p.55)</div>
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And the Indians came to Springville,</div>
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A raid for horses in the night –</div>
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A signal called the minute men</div>
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And filled the families with fright.</div>
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Next day the trail led up the canyon</div>
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Till Dark – then out around a hill –</div>
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The trailers were not far behind –</div>
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So kept together, watchful, still –</div>
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But two behind them took a cross cut –</div>
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And from a ridge they saw a light –</div>
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Jonathan (Jock) Edmiston said to his companion –</div>
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“See there’s our boys – They’ve camped for the night.”</div>
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They rode into the Indians’ camp.</div>
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The Indians surprised as they were,</div>
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Then they brought him home next day.</div>
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In the meeting house they laid him,</div>
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Friends, and comrades, filled the room;</div>
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Held services – Then as our flag waved above him,</div>
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They marched by drum beats to the Tomb!</div>
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(Taken from an “Improvement Era” and copied first by Albert Anderson, Gardena, Calif. Then copied by Blanch Johnstun in 1953.)</div>
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John Edmiston, Sr. is mentioned as one of the pioneers who should be remembered for special contributions toward the growth and accomplishment of Manti. John Patten, superintended the construction of a threshing machine which separated the wheat from the chaff. Amasa E. Merriam drew the plans and John Edmiston did the blacksmith work. It was called the Valley Tan. Hinges for doors were made by John Edmundson and others.</div>
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John is listed in the Survey record of Manti as owning 20 acres, lot 3, block 27, in the “Biggfield.” John Edmunson was among the first settlers of Ephraim. In 1870 John and Martha Edmiston were living in Springville, Utah County, with children: Sarah 24; John, 19; Eliza, 15; William, 16; Warren, 10; George, 8; David, 7; Mary, 5; Charles, 4. Their daughter, Martha, age 21, and her husband, Lauren Roundy, were living close by.</div>
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36 Edmiston, John 58 Farmer b. Pa. Pa. Pa.</div>
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Martha 53 Keeping house b. Vt. N.H. N.H.</div>
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William 25 Laborer b. Utah Pa. Pa.</div>
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George 20 Laborer b. “ “ “</div>
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David 18 Laborer b. “ “ “</div>
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Charles 13 b. “ “ “</div>
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John, Sr., died 13 October 1890 at Castle Dale, Utah. His obituary stated he was the father of 14 children, nine of whom were still living; had 42 grandchildren and five great-grandchildren. “The deceased also shared in many privations of the early settlers of this western region and died in faith of a glorious resurrection.” -- Deseret News, Nov. 8, 1890, p.4.</div>
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<strong>Sources<br /><br />Farnsworth, History of Manti.<br />Sutton, History of Sanpete and Emery Counties.<br />Ephraim’s First One Hundred Years, p.8.<br />1880 Census Petty Precinct, (F 218673, p.428). </strong></div>
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<strong>Martha Jane Snow Edmiston</strong>Born: 3 September 1827, St. Johnsbury, Caledonia, Vermont<br />
Died 5 March 1892, Castle Dale, Emery, Utah<br />
Pioneer: 1851, team and wagon<br />
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BIOGRAPHY: Martha Jane Snow Edmiston<br />
BORN: 3 Sep. 1827, St. Johnsbury, Caledonia Vermont<br />
DIED: 5 March 1892, Castle Dale, Emery, Utah<br />
PARENTS: Gardner Snow and Sarah Sawyer Hastings<br />
PIONEER: 1851, team and wagon<br />
SPOUSE: John Edmiston, son John Edmiston, Sr. and Elizabeth Smith<br />
BORN: 23 July 1821 at Antis on Jaunita River, Huntington, Penn.<br />
MARRIED: about 1842, ?Lima, Hancock, Illinois<br />
DIED: 13 Oct 1890, Castle Dale, Emery, Utah<br />
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Children of John Edmiston and Martha Jane Snow:<br />
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1. Gardner b. 19 Nov. 1843 Morley Sett., Hancock, Ill.<br />
d. (child) Mt. Pisgah, Iowa<br />
2. Sarah Elizabeth b. 20 Dec. 1845 Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois<br />
d. 1876<br />
unmd<br />
3. Jonathan H. (Jock) b. 22 Feb. 1848 ?Carterville, Pottawat., Iowa<br />
d. 26 June 1866 Spanish Fork Canyon, Utah<br />
unmd (killed by Indians)<br />
4. Martha Ann b. 30 July 1849 Carterville, Pottawat., Iowa<br />
d. 5 Nov. 1888 Springville, Utah, Utah<br />
m. 9 Apr 1868 Lauren Hotchkiss Roundy<br />
5. John, Jr. b. 23 Oct. 1850 Carterville, Pottawat., Iowa<br />
d.<br />
m. Elizabeth Maria Rilly<br />
6. Samuel Card b. 9 Oct. 1851 Springville, Utah, Utah<br />
d.<br />
7. Algenora b. 22 June 1853 Manti, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 20 June 1919<br />
m. Squire Stewart<br />
8. William b. 25 Sep. 1854 Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 22 Apr. 1930 Gannett, Blaine, Idaho<br />
m. 15 Aug 1880 Sarah Forbush<br />
9. Eliza b. 1 Feb. 1856 Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 23 Sep. 1904<br />
m. 16 Aug 1875 Joseph Benton Harriman<br />
10. Warren b. 5 Sep. 1857 Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 31 Mar 1923 Wilson, Teton, Wyoming<br />
m. 31 Mar 1878 Lucy Ann Woolf<br />
11. George Washington b.27 Jan. 1860 Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 27 Jan 1860 Fountain Green, Sanpete, Utah<br />
m.<br />
m. 2 Oct. 1889 Caroline Otteson<br />
12. David b. 29 Oct. 1862 Manti, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 18 Feb. 1892<br />
13. Mary Margaret b. 14 May 1864 Manti, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 13 Aug. 1909 Price, Carbon, Utah<br />
m. 28 May 1881 Soren Erastus Andersen<br />
14. Charles Henry b. 1 July 1866 Springville, Utah, Utah<br />
d. 8 Sep. 1925 Hill Spring, Alberta, Canada<br />
m. Hannah Delilah Jackson<br />
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MARTHA JANE SNOW EDMISTON was born Sept. 3, 1827, in St. Johnsbury, Caledonia, Vermont. Her parents, Gardner and Sarah Sawyer Hastings Snow, were so happy to have a daughter to bless their home, their first daughter to live and grow to maturity. Her four older brothers, Jonathan, James, Warren and George, took a special interest in Martha throughout her life.<br />
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Gardner and Sarah had lived in Chesterfield, New Hampshire, until after the births of three sons. They left the old “Snow” homestead in Chesterfield and moved to northern Vermont in 1818 to buy cheaper land to farm. Sarah or Sally as she was called, gave birth to a son George Washington, Eliza, John, and daughter Martha, in St. Johnsbury, Caldeonia County. The babies Eliza and John both died soon after they were born.<br />
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Little Martha learned to be a good helper working with her mother, and at the table near the open hearth, preparing hearty meals for Father and brothers. She helped gather greens, herbs and vegetables to go along with the fish and game in the big pot over the roaring flames. Helping her mother make bread, biscuits, Johnny cake and apple cakes in he tin oven in the oven front, was a special joy for her. Girls’ daily chores were feeding the chickens, geese, pigs and sheep, gathering eggs, milking cows and making butter and cheese. Feathers from the barnyard geese were gathered to make pillows and quilts. Under Sally’s guidance, she learned to spin yarn from the sheep sheared in the spring, and to weave a shawl on the loom. Like all young girls, she learned to knit and make mittens and sox, piece quilts and braid hats and rugs.<br />
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Martha was about five when the young Mormon missionaries, Orson Pratt and Lyman Johnson came preaching that the original church of Jesus Christ had been restored. She listened as her parents studied the scriptures and teachings of the missionaries. They were converted and baptized and became members of the Church in June and July 1833. Brothers James and Warren were baptized in October and November. Martha enjoyed attending the Sabboth day meetings with her family and joining in the singing and scripture study. Her father was called to be the President of the Branch of about 60 members.<br />
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The family felt the spirit of gathering with other Saints and left their home and property in June of 1836 and made the long journey to Kirtland, Ohio. After the Temple was built there were threats and persecution by apostates and nonmembers, and the Saints felt they would have to leave Ohio. Gardner, Sarah and Martha, nearly 11, left with the Kirtland Camp July 5, 1838. A baby brother was born near Dayton, Ohio, then they continued on their journey to Missouri.<br />
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They settled in Adam-ondi-Ahman. Here, within a few weeks, they suffered in the persecutions of the Saints by angry mobs. Through mob violence, her six-week old baby brother died and was buried by her father’s own hands “by reason of mob violence being so great.” In the spring of 1838 they were driven from the state to Illinois through actions of the mob and the Governor’s exterminating order. They then located at Morley’s Settlement near Lima, Illinois. Her younger sister, Elizabeth Coolidge Snow, was born in the next year, January 20, 1840.<br />
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Martha Jane married John Edmiston about 1842 at about age 16. John, the son of John Edmiston, Sr. and Elizabeth Smith, was born 12 July 1821 in Antis on Juanita River, Huntington County, Pennsylvania. John was a blacksmith and worked hard and did well in his shop. He became a member of the Church October 6, 1842. Their first child was born Nov. 19, 1843, and named Gardner, after his Grandfather Snow.<br />
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The Female Relief Society was organized in 1843 at Lima, and Sara H. Snow and Sister Whiting were called as counselors to President Lucy Morley. Martha Jane and her sister-in-law, Eliza Ann were also members. This group of ladies spent many hours sewing items of clothing, making quilts, knitting sweaters and sox, and helping in many ways to relieve the suffering of sick and needy families. They had tender sympathies for those in need because of their own trials and persecutions in Missouri. They did all they could to help those in need.<br />
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In 1844 the “Penny Fund: was instituted by Hyrum Smith, of the Temple Committee. He appealed to the women asking them to contribute one cent apiece a week to purchase material for the Nauvoo Temple. Martha J. Edmiston’s signature is on the paper of those subscribing from Lima, to give “some few cents in money to assist in procuring glass and nails for the Temple.” With her signature is the amount of 25 cents. This small amount was quite a sacrifice for the sisters when their families needed so many necessities. However, they each felt a great anxiety to pay a year’s subscription in advance, if at all possible.<br />
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The peaceful situation in Hancock County was not to continue. Feelings of jealousy and revenge, then hate, led to fury, and mobs gathered in the outlying communities from Nauvoo and began persecuting the Mormons. On June 18, 1844, they were told the mobs were going to make a total destruction of Morley Settlement, that 2000 volunteers from Missouri would meet them next day at Carthage, then go against Joseph Smith and demolish Nauvoo. They were determined to get the Prophet at any cost.<br />
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On the 20th, an affidavit made by Isaac Morley, Gardner Snow, John Edmiston and Edmund Durfee, of Hancock County, certified to the truth in the warning letter to the Prophet that the mobs were upon them. They must comply with one of three propositions. In consequence of these threats, the residents were compelled to leave their homes on a stormy night, cross a dangerous stream swollen by the rain, causing great suffering – and flee to Nauvoo for protection – or the mobs would utterly exterminate them. The affidavits were read before the Prophet and City Counsel the next afternoon, and representatives went to report these outrages to Governor Ford at Carthage.<br />
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The Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum were murdered six days later in the Carthage jail. The outcast families of Gardner Snow and John Edmiston may have been in Nauvoo when the shot-torn bodies of the martyred Prophet and Patriarch were borne in sad procession. Following the martyrdom, the families returned to their homes in Morley Settlement.<br />
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When the 20th Quorum of Seventy was organized in March 1845, two of Martha’s Brothers, Warren and George, and her husband John, of Lima, were members.<br />
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In September, the mob again came to the Settlement in their fury! For eight days and nights they fired upon the settlers. They burned 70 to 80 homes, their stacks of grain, shops, etc. The inhabitants were forced out into the cold night, suffering, homeless and destitute. Reports from the “Nauvoo Neighbor” mentioned “John Edmondson’s house and blacksmith shop burnt: along with “Father Whiting’s house and chair factory; Edmund Durphy’s torn down; Father Morley’s cooper shop burnt; Thomas King’s house burnt.” “13 Sept. 1845 Mob at Morley Settlement set fire to house of John Edmiston.” Mobs went from house to house, turning the sick ones out, to live or die, and driving the Mormons out of the Settlement. John’s tools and iron were taken by the mobsters before they burned his shop, which was a great loss to him in his blacksmithing. Men from Nauvoo with their teams traveled all night and day to get the families and bring them to Nauvoo.<br />
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The Saints knew they would have to leave for a place where they would be free from persecution. The men worked hard all winter repairing and building wagons. Teams and men were sent to all parts of the country for iron. In spite of losing his shop and tools because of the mobs, John must have helped get wagon wheels ironed and on the wagons, the horses and oxen shoed, made nails and done all kinds of repair work ready for the departure westward.<br />
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Martha’s second child, Sarah Elizabeth, named for both of her grandmothers, was born 20 December 1845 in Nauvoo. Six weeks later, John and Martha Jane “Edmunston” were endowed 6 Feb 1846 in the Nauvoo Temple. The same day George and Mary Snow were also endowed,. John was a Seventy in the Priesthood at that time. This great Temple blessing just preceded many of the Saints being driven from Nauvoo early in 1846. Their endowments helped them have the faith and courage they needed to move to the wilderness ahead.<br />
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As the company proceeded westward, Martha and John felt the heartbreak of losing little Gardner. The sisters washed and laid out the little three-year old, trying to comfort the grief-stricken parents and grandparents. He was laid down tenderly under the willows, as the earth was dampened with tears. The family then turned their faces to the prairie to push forward again. Gardner Edmison’s name is listed on the north side of the monument under “Names on Monument At Mt. Pisgah, Iowa.”<br />
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Martha gave birth on the Iowa plains to a baby boy, Oct. 23, 1848. He was named Jonathan H., after Martha’s eldest brother who had died in Ohio. He was called “Jock.” Two more babies, Martha Ann, and John, Jr., were born in Carterville, Pottawattamie Co., Iowa, July 30, 1849, and October 23, 1850.<br />
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John signed a petition for a pot office, along with Gardner, Warren and George Snow, and other residents, to be located near the Log Tabernacle in Kanesville, Iowa. The 1850 Census of Iowa lists John Edinson as living in Pottawattamie District, along with George, James C., Warren and Gardner Snow. For several years, the crops they raised helped fed many Saints traveling west. John kept busy with blacksmithing – preparing horse, oxen and wagons for the trek to the Salt Lake Valley.<br />
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John and Martha, and probably George and Mary Snow, and families came on to Utah by ox team in 1851, the year following her parents. A very exciting experience with the Indians has been written:<br />
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John and companion were appointed to go ahead of the wagon train. Their assignment was Pathfinders or Trail Blazers. Martha drove the team with four small children in the wagon. John and companion were miles and a few days ahead of the wagon train when they sighted Indians on watch for wagons traveling that way. The men hurriedly rode their horses down a steep revine and were in a daze to know what to do to save all the pioneers traveling in the wagon train with their wives and children. Only God could save them from an Indian massacre. With heads bowed and on their knees, the men appealed to Heavenly Father for help. Rising to their feet they crept slowly over the ridge of the revine and could see the Indians milling around trying to find places to hide in order to ambush the oncoming train which, through their cunning and skillful methods, detected the distance, which was not far off.<br />
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In a twinkling, as though a voice had spoken, John and his companion gathered a clump of large brush and broken limbs, tied them with their lariats, and after reaching the open level spaces, whipped up their horses to a brisk speed. The object was to stir up such a dust off into the distance and opposite direction. And with their hollering and commotion, they hoped to deceive the Indians into believing a buffalo herd was in the distance.<br />
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The Indians at once left their watch on the wagon trail to follow the buffalo herd. As they, in their hideous war paint and scantily clad bodies gained distance, they were convinced they had been tricked. The men realized their lives were not worth much if they were caught, but they continued to lead the Indians in a wild chase farther and farther away from the direction of the wagon train.<br />
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Suddenly a miracle did happen! From another direction came the thundering sound of a buffalo stampede which gave the men an opportunity to escape from certain death had not the Indians taken off toward the stampeding buffalo which was certain to have trampled some of the savages under their speeding hooves.<br />
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The men reached the wagon train by night. The caravan had traveled faster than usual while crossing this certain area. That night the entire camp knelt and gave thanks to their God that through a miracle, their lives and those of the Pathfinders had been spared from a hostile Indian massacre. Thanks to the prayer and faith of those Pathfinders, John Edmiston and his companion!<br />
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Probably soon after their arrival in Utah, Martha’s son, Samuel Card, was born 9 October 1851 at Springville. A daughter Algenora was born in Manti; the next four babies in Ephraim – William, Eliza, Warren, and George Washington. David and Mary Margaret’s births were in Manti, and her 14th child, Charles Henry was born in Springville in 1866.<br />
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John and others signed a protest from Manti against government sending troops to Utah 9 Feb. 1858. John Edmondson was a Constable for Fort Ephraim in 1860. John Edmiston, Sr. was said to be one of the pioneers who made special contributions toward the growth and accomplishment of Manti. He helped in constructing a threshing machine that separated wheat from chaff, made hinges for doors and did other blacksmith work.<br />
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The Black Hawk War was a catastrophe for residents in the loss of lives and property. On June 24, 1866, Black Hawk with 100 warriors attached the post at Thistle Valley. General Warren S. Snow (Martha’s brother) led one of the relief parties. The combined forces began a pursuit of the retreating savages. At Soldiers Summit the Indians separated and scattered in all directions. On the 26th a raid on the Spanish Fork pasture was made before daylight, in which 30 Indians stampeded 45 head of horses and cattle. Major William Creer with 15 men started in pursuit. They overtook them and fought them for an hour and a half, when a party from Springville came up and the Indians fled.<br />
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But – Martha’s brave son, Jonathan (Jock) Edmiston was killed! And Albert Dimmick his companion of Spanish Fork, received a wound from which he died two days later! When the detachment arrived that had been sent to bring Jock in, they found him scalped and his right hand cut off, showing the Indians’ revenge for his determined and gallant fight for his life. Services were held in the meeting house, and many friends and comrades filled the room.<br />
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Stricken with shock and grief, Martha gave birth to her 14th child Charles Henry, the next week, July 1, 1866, at Springville!<br />
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The 1870 Census shows Martha and John living in Springville with children, Sarah, 24, John, 19, Eliza, 15, William, 16, Warren, 10, George 8, David, 7, Mary, 5, Charles, 4. Their daughter Martha, age 21, and her husband Lauren Roundy were living near by.<br />
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One of Martha’s sons, Warren, as a young man, had a yoke of oxen that he used to haul stone to be used in the building of the Manti Temple.<br />
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In 1880 the Edmistons were living in Petty Precinct, Sanpete Co: John age 58, farmer; Martha 53, keeping house; William 25, laborer; George 20, laborer; David 18, laborer; Mary 16; and Charles 13.<br />
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Martha and John were parents of 14 children, nine of whom were living, and 42 grandchildren and five great-grandchildren, according to the obituary of John, after his death 13 October 1890 at Castle Dale. Martha Jane Snow Edmiston passed away 5 March 1892 at Castle Dale. They had sacrificed much for the Gospel of Jesus Christ, shared in many privations of the early settlers, and died in faith of a glorious resurrection.<br />
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Source: Valiant in the Faith – Gardner and Sarah Snow and Their Family, 1990, by Archibald F. and Ella M. Bennett, and Barbara Bennett Roach, pp. 577-602. (DUP Library)<br />
Submitted by Barbara B. Roach, 6276 Oakcrest Circle, Salt Lake City, UT 84121.<br />
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<strong>All of the above was received from the Daughters of Utah Pioneers:<br /><br />Submitted by:<br /><br />Loretta Anderson Preston<br />660 Aaron Avenue<br />Springville, UT 84663<br /><br />Barbara B. Roach<br />6276 Oakcrest Circle<br />Salt Lake City, UT 84121.</strong><br />
MARTHA JANE SNOW EDMISTON<br />
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BIOGRAPHY: MARTHA JANE SNOW EDMISTON<br />
BIRTHDATE: 03 Sep 1827 St. Johnsbury, Caledonia, Vermont<br />
DEATH: 05 Mar 1892 Castle Dale, Emery, Utah<br />
PARENTS: Gardner Snow & Sarah Sawyer Hastings Snow<br />
PIONEER: 1851<br />
SPOUSE: John Edmiston, Jr.<br />
MARRIED: Abt. 1842 Lima, Hancock, Illinois<br />
DEATH: 13 Oct 1890 Castle Dale, Emery, Utah<br />
CHILDREN:<br />
Gardner 19 Nov 1843 (died age 3)<br />
Sarah Elizabeth 20 Dec 1845 (died age 31 unmarried)<br />
Jonathan H. 22 Feb 1848 (died age 18)<br />
Martha Ann 30 Jul 1849<br />
John, Jr. 23 Oct 1850<br />
Samuel Card 09 Oct 1851<br />
Algenoral 22 Jun 1853<br />
William 25 Sep 1854<br />
Eliza 01 Feb 1856<br />
Warren 05 Sep 1857<br />
George Washington 27 Jan 1860 (died age 30)<br />
David 29 Oct 1862 (died age 30)<br />
Mary Margaret 14 May 1864<br />
Charles Henry 01 Jul 1866<br />
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Martha learned good homemaking skills by helping her mother prepare hearty meals, gather greens, herbs, and vegetables. She helped her mother bake and did outside chores. She also learned how to spin yarn, weave, knit, piece quilts, braid rugs, and make hats. She was five years old when her family was converted to the LDS Church and her father was called to be branch president. They left their home and property in June of 1836 and made the long journey to Kirtland, Ohio. After the Temple was build, they were forced to leave and go to Missouri. They settled in Adam-ondi-Ahman. Again they were driven from their home. They located at Morley’s Settlement near Lima, Illinois. In 1842, Martha Jane married John Edmiston. She was called to serve in the Relief Society to help relieve the suffering of the sick and needy families. Again, they were forced to leave their homes and moves to Carterville, Pottawattami, Iowa. They raised crops for several years to help feed the many Saints traveling west. John kept busy with blacksmithing, preparing horses, oxen, and wagons for the trek to Salt Lake Valley. They arrived in 1851.<br />
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They moved to Manti, Utah, where they had difficulty with the Indians in the Black Hawk War. In 1870, they were living in Springville. In 1880, they were living in Petty Precinct, Sanpete County. Martha was the mother of fourteen children, nine of which grew to maturity. They were living in Castle Dale when her husband John died and she died there two years later. They sacrificed much for the Gospel of Jesus Christ, shared in many privations of the early settlers, and died in faith of a glorious resurrection.<br />
(This appears to have come from a book “Valiant in the Faith”<br />
PART 3 – A worthy and Numerous Posterity, pages 577 to 584)<br />
MARTHA JANE SNOW AND JOHN EDMISTON<br />
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Sally and Gardner were happy to have a daughter to bless their home in St. Johnsbury, on September 3, 1827 – their first daughter to live and grow to maturity. Brothers Jonathan, James, Warren and George, took a special interest in their younger sister throughout her life. Martha Jane was the lovely name chosen for her.<br />
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They young girls learned to read, write and cipher in the little school house about the time this delightfully intimate picture was written in St. Johnsbury in 1835, entitled”<br />
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HOME FROM SCHOOL<br />
‘Tis five o’clock, the school is done,<br />
The girls and boys are off for home.<br />
The children want their supper quick,<br />
Come Betty, get the pudding stick!<br />
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The cows are coming from the vale,<br />
Molly, bring the milking pail<br />
And mild as quick as e’er you can<br />
And strain it in the largest pan;<br />
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Now take the bowls and dip it out<br />
And drop the pudding all about.<br />
Now children, you may come and eat,<br />
The pudding’s new, the milk is sweet.<br />
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And then undress and go upstairs;<br />
And when you all have said your prayers<br />
Then you may lay you down to sleep<br />
And rest till morning light doth peep.<br />
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Martha was a good helper for her mother as they worked at the table near the open hearth preparing hearty meals for Father and boys. She liked to gather wild greens and herbs, and pick vegetables to go along with the fish and game in the big pot over the roaring flames. When they filled the bean pot with beans, salt pork and maple syrup, and cooked them long hours, it was a meal eagerly devoured by the menfolk when they came in from working in the fields. Often soup was left simmering on the fire, and leftover vegetables and meat were added each day. In cold weather soup was frozen, hung in an outdoor shed in a solid block, and when needed, chunks were chopped off and reheated with water. Sally taught Martha to bake bread, biscuits, Johnny cake and apple cakes in the tin oven in the oven front. Savor smells always permeated the kitchen of our Snow home to whet the appetites of the boys, and friends and relatives.<br />
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Martha’s daily chores were feeding the chickens, geese, pigs and sheep, milking the cows and making butter and cheese. She collected feathers from the barnyard geese to make pillows and quilts for the family’s bedding. Under Sally’s guidance, Martha learned to spin yarn from the sheep sheared in the spring, and to weave a shawl on the loom. Martha, like all young girls, could knit and make mittens and sox, quilts and braid hats and rugs.<br />
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After hearing two young Mormon missionaries, Orson Pratt and Lyman Johnson, preach that the original church of Jesus Christ had been restored, Sally and Gardner had many questions. Through their study of the scriptures and teachings by the missionaries, they were converted and were baptized, becoming members in June and July 1833. Martha went to the meetings each Sabboth day with her family, and joined in the singing and scripture study. She may have been the Martha S. Snow mentioned in Gardner’s little book “Church Record of Names” – “June the 9 1837 Baptize four children: Martha S. Snow; Matilda Scott, Sarah Galord, James W. Calkin.” Martha Jane would have been almost ten in 1837, and living in Ohio at that time.<br />
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In June of 1836 her parents left their home and lands and made a long journey to Kirtland, Ohio, where members of the Church were gathered. Wile living in Kirtland, there were many threats and much persecution by nonmembers. Her father and brother George, signed up to go with the Kirtland Camp to Missouri early in July of 1838. Martha was nearly eleven at the time they made their way to Missouri. They settled in Adam-ondi-Ahman, but within a few weeks suffered in the persecutions of the Saints by the mobs, and through mob violence, her baby brother, Gardner, died. In the spring of 1839 they were driven from the state to Illinois, through mob action and the Governor’s exterminating order. They then located at a place called Morley’s Settlement, after the leader, Isaac Morley.<br />
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About 1842, at age 15, Martha Jane married John Edmiston. John, the son of John Edmiston and Elizabeth Smith, was born July 23, 1821, in Antis on Juanita River, Huntington County, Pennsylvania. The 1840 Census of Illinois shows a John Edmiston listed in Randolph County, Pennsylvania. A William Edmiaston was in Fulton County. John Edmiston was a blacksmith, and he worked hard and did well in his shop. He joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, October 6, 1842. The first child of Martha and John’s was born November 19, 1843, and named Gardner, after his grandfather.<br />
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When the Female Relief Society was organized in 1843 in Lima, Lucy Morley, with her counselors, Sarah H. Snow and Sister Whiting were called to preside. Martha Jane, and her sister-in-law, Eliza Ann were also members. This group of ladies spent many hours sewing items of clothing, making quilts, knitting sweaters and sox, and helping in many ways to relieve the suffering of sick and needy men, women and children. Through their own trials and persecutions in Missouri, they had tender sympathies for those in need, and did all they could to alleviate their suffering.<br />
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In 1844 the “Penny Fund” was instituted by Hyrum Smith, of the Temple Committee, and promoted by his wife. He appealed to the women asking them to contribute one cent apiece a week to purchase materials for the Temple. Martha J. Edmiston’s signature is on the paper of those subscribing from Lima, to give “some few cents in money to assist in procuring glass and nails for the Temple.” With her signature is the amount of 25 cents. This small amount was quite a sacrifice for the sisters when their families needed so many necessities. However, they each felt a great anxiety to pay a year’s subscription in advance if at all possible.<br />
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The peaceful situation in Hancock County was not to continue. Feelings of jealousy and revenge, then hate, let to fury, and mobs gathered in the outlying communities from Nauvoo and began persecuting the Mormons. On June 18, 1844, the Mormons were given to understand the mobs were going to make a total destruction of the Morley Settlement, that 2,000 volunteers from Missouri would meet them next day at Carthage, and then go against Joseph Smith and demolish the City of Nauvoo. They were determined to get the Prophet at any cost.<br />
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On the 20th, an affidavit made by Isaac Morley, Gardner Snow, John Edmiston and Edmund Durfee, all of Hancock County, certified to the truth in a warning letter to the Prophet that the mobs were upon them. They must comply with one of three propositions: take up arms, join with, and go along with them to Nauvoo to arrest one Joseph Smith and others; remove their effects to Nauvoo; or give up their arms to them and remain neutral. In consequence of these threats, the residents were compelled to leave their homes on a very stormy night, cross a dangerous stream swollen by the rain, causing great suffering – and flee to Nauvoo for protection – or the mobs would utterly exterminate them. The next afternoon, June 21st, these affidavits were read before the Prophet and the City Council. Dr. J. M. Bernhisel, John Taylor and Dr. Willard Richards were appointed by the Council to go by express with the story of these outrages to Governor Ford at Carthage.<br />
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The Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum were murdered six days later in the Carthage jail. The outcast families of Gardner Snow and John Edmiston may have been in Nauvoo when the shot-torn bodies of the martyred Prophet and Patriarch were borne in sad procession. Following the martyrdom, the families were able to return to their homes in Morleys Settlement.<br />
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When the 20th quorum Seventy was organized in March 1845, Warren S. Snow was ordained one of the seven presidents. Included as members were: Warren Snow, residing in Nauvoo, John Edmiston, residing in Lima, George Snow, residing in Nauvoo.<br />
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In September 1845, the mob again came to the Settlement in their fury – and for eight days and nights fired upon the settlers, and burned 70 to 80 homes, their stacks of grain, shops, and other buildings. The inhabitants were forced out into the cold night, suffering, homeless and destitute.<br />
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Reports from the “Nauvoo Neighbor” mentioned “John Edmondson’s house and blacksmith shop burnt,” along with “Father Whiting’s house and chair factory; Edmund Durphy’s torn down; Father Morley’s cooper shop burnt; Thomas King’s house burnt.” “13 Sept. 1845 Mob at Morley Settlement set fire to house of John Edminston.” The mobs went from house to house driving the Mormons out of Morley Settlement, turned their sick ones out, to live or die. John’s tools and iron were taken by the mobsters before they burned his shop. This was a great loss to him in his business of blacksmithing. Men from Nauvoo got their teams and started for the settlements and traveled all night and day to get the families that had been turned outdoors to bring them to Nauvoo.<br />
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The men worked hard all winter repairing and building wagons knowing they would have to leave Nauvoo for a place where they would be free from persecution. Teams and men were sent to all parts of the country for iron. In spite of losing his shop and tools because of the mobs, John must have helped get the wagon wheels ironed and on the wagons, shoed the horses and oxen, made nails and did all kinds of repair work, for the departure of the Saints westward.<br />
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Sarah Elizabeth, Martha’s second child was born 20 December 1845 at Nauvoo. Grandmother Sarah (Sally) was pleased with the decision to name this little one after her. Six weeks after the birth of their baby, John Edmunston and Martha Jane were endowed 6 Feb. 1846 in the Nauvoo Temple. This was the same day as George and Mary Snow were endowed. John was a Seventy in the Priesthood at that time. This great blessing to them just preceded many of the Saints being driven from Nauvoo early in 1846. Their endowments helped them to have the faith and courage they needed to move to a wilderness toward the Rocky Mountains.<br />
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As the company proceeded westward, John and Martha felt the heartbreak of losing their first child, Gardner – who was named after his grandfather. The sisters washed and laid out the little three-year old, trying to comfort the grief stricken parents and grandparents. He was laid down tenderly under the willows, as the warm brown earth was dampened with tears. Then they turned their faces to the prairie, to push toward the goal again. The name of Gardner Edmison is listed on the north side of the monument, under “Names On Monument At Mt. Pisgah, Iowa.”<br />
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Martha gave birth on the Iowa plains on Oct. 23, 1848, to a baby boy, who was named Jonathan H., after Martha’s eldest brother who had died in Ohio. He was called “Jock.” Two more babies were born in Cartervill, Pottawattamie County, Iowa: Martha Ann, July 30, 1849; and John Jr., whose birth was October 23, 1850.<br />
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On 20 Jan. 1848, John Edminsten signed a petition for a post office, along with a number of other residents, including Gardner, Warren and George Snow, and Isaac Morley. It was addressed to the Postmaster General, and was to be located near the Log Tabernacle in Kanesville, Iowa. This post office established in March 1848 provided postal service to the people in the Great Salt Lake valley for several years.<br />
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The 1850 Census of Iowa lists John Edinson, as living in the Pottawattamie District, along with George, James C, Warren and Gardner Snow. The crops they raised helped feed the Saints traveling west for several years. John was kept busy at his blacksmith trade, preparing the horses and wagons for the trek to the Salt Lake valley.<br />
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John and Martha – and probably George and Mary Snow – came on to Utah by ox team in 1851, the year following the arrival of Gardner and Sally. One exciting experience with the Indians was written by a granddaughter, Anna Blanch Anderson Johnstun in 1853:<br />
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John Edmiston and one companion were appointed to go ahead of the wagon train. Their assignment was Pathfinders or Trail Blazers. Martha Jane drove the team with five small children in the wagon.<br />
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John and companion were miles and a few days ahead of the wagon train when they sighted Indians on watch for the wagons that were to travel that way. The men hurriedly rode their horses down a steep revine and were in a daze to know what to do to save all these pioneers traveling in that wagon train in company with their wives and children. Only God could save them from an Indian massacre. With heads bowed and on their knees, the men appealed to our heavenly Father for help. Rising to their feet they crept slowly over the ridge of the revine and could see the Indians milling around trying to find places to hide in order to ambush the oncoming train which, through their cunning and skillful methods, detected the distance, which was not far off.<br />
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In a twinkling, as though a voice had spoken, John and his companion gathered a clump of large brush and broken limbs, tied their with their lariats, and after reaching the open level spaces, whipped up their horses to a brisk speed. The object was to stir up such a dust off into the distance and opposite direction. And with their hollering and commotion, they hoped to deceive the Indians into believing a buffalo herd was in the distance.<br />
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The Indians at once left their watch on the wagon trail to follow the buffalo herd. As they, in their hideous war paint and scantily clad bodies gained distance, they were convinced they had been tricked. The men realized their lives were not worth much if they were caught, but they continued to lead the Indians in a wild chase farther and farther away from the direction of the wagon train.<br />
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Suddenly a miracle did happen! From another direction came the thundering sound of a buffalo stampede which gave the men an opportunity to escape from certain death had not the Indians taken off toward the stampeding buffalo which was certain to have trampled some of the savages under their speeding hooves.<br />
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The men reached the wagon train by night. The caravan had traveled faster than usual while crossing this certain area. That night the entire camp knelt and gave thanks to their God that through a miracle, their lives and those of the Pathfinders had been spared from a hostile Indian massacre. Thanks to the prayer and faith of those Pathfinders, John Edmiston and his companion!<br />
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Probably soon after their arrival in Utah, a son, Samuel Card Edmiston was born 9 October 1851 in Springville. A daughter, Algenora was born in Manti, 25 September 1854. The next four babies were born in Ephraim: William, 25 September 1854, Eliza, 1 Feb. 1856, Warren 5 September 1857, and George Washington, 27 January 1860. David’s birth 29 October 1862, and Mary Margaret’s, 14 May 1864, were both in Manti. Their last and 14th child, Charles Henry, was born in Springville, July 1, 1866.<br />
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The list of Seventies of Sanpete 17 July 1853 included: George Snow, 20th quorum, John Edmiston, 20th Quorum, (J.H, p.2); for 20 Apr. 1856 – 20th Quorum, with Wm. F. Carter, Provo, 1st Pres. John Edmonson and George Snow, both of Sanpete (J.H. p.4); on 1 Jan. 1857 John Edmonson, res. Manti; George Snow, res. Manti. On 5 May 1857 John Edmiston, Ft. Ephraim; George Snow, Manti; Reorganized 17 Mar. 1857.<br />
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John Edmiston & Others signed a protest from Manti against govt. sending troops to Utah, 9 Feb. 1858 (J.H. p.1). The Probate Records for Sanpete 6 June 1860 mention John Edmondson, Constable for Fort Ephraim of Sanpete County “and delivers over one affidavit and bonds of a certain John L. Ivie…”<br />
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The Black Hawk War was a catastrophe for a number of residents in the loss of lives and property. On June 24, 1866, Black Hawk with about 100 warriors attacked the post at Thistle Valley. General Warren S. Snow led one of the relief parties. The combined forces began a pursuit of the retreating savages. At Soldiers Summit the Indians separated and scattered in all directions. On the 26th a raid on the Spanish Fork pasture was made before daylight, in which 30 Indians stampeded 45 head of horses and cattle. Major William Creer with 15 men started in pursuit. They overtook them and fought them for an hour and a half, when a party from Springville came up and the Indians fled.<br />
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But – John (Jock Edmiston of Manti was killed and Albert Dimmick of Spanish Fork received a wound from which he died two days later!<br />
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About 3 a.m. June 27 an express arrived at Provo with the tidings, and that the Indians would probably attack Spanish Fork. “An alarm was sounded, the old bell rung, men from all quarters of the town answered the summons, and 50 men from the Provo infantry, in wagons for the occasion, were speedily taken over to Springville, arriving there in the morn’s early dawn, just as the detachment arrived who had been sent to bring in John Edmiston. I shall ever remember it; he had laid in the hot sun the afternoon of his killing, and his body had changed to a very dark color; he was scalped and his right hand was cut off at the wrist by the Indians, showing their revenge for his determined and gallant fight for his life. The reader can imagine our love for the Indian was not very strong after witnessing such a sight.” (M.F. Farnsworth, History of Manti, p.55)<br />
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BOYHOOD MEMORIES OF SPRINGVILLE<br />
By S. C. Richardson, Thatcher, Arizona<br />
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And the Indians came to Springville,<br />
A raid for horses in the night –<br />
A signal called the minute men<br />
And filled the families with fright.<br />
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Next day the trail led up the canyon<br />
Till Dark – then out around a hill –<br />
The trailers were not far behind –<br />
So kept together, watchful, still –<br />
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But two behind them took a cross cut –<br />
And from a ridge they saw a light –<br />
Jonathan (Jock) Edmiston said to his companion –<br />
“See there’s our boys – They’ve camped for the night.”<br />
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That springy turf gave scarce a<br />
Murmer of the horses lively tramp.<br />
And looking far ahead for Indians<br />
They rode into the Indians’ camp.<br />
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The Indians surprised as they were,<br />
Almost let both get away,<br />
But Jock – went down – was scalped;<br />
Then they brought him home next day.<br />
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In the meeting house they laid him,<br />
Friends, and comrades, filled the room;<br />
Held services – Then as our flag waved above him,<br />
They marched by drum beats to the Tomb!<br />
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(Taken from an “Improvement Era” and copied first by Albert Anderson, Gardena, Calif. Then copied by Blanch Johnstun in 1953.)<br />
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John Edmiston, Sr. is mentioned as one of the pioneers who should be remembered for special contributions toward the growth and accomplishment of Manti. John Patten, superintended the construction of a threshing machine which separated the wheat from the chaff. Amasa E. Merriam drew the plans and John Edmiston did the blacksmith work. It was called the Valley Tan. Hinges for doors were made by John Edmundson and others.<br />
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Johns is listed in the Survey record of Manti as owning 20 acres, lot 3, block 27, in the “Biggfield.” John Edmunson was among the first settlers of Ephraim. In 1870 John and Martha Edmiston were living in Springville, Utah County, with children: Sarah 24; John, 19; Eliza, 15; William, 16; Warren, 10; George, 8; David, 7; Mary, 5; Charles, 4. Their daughter, Martha, age 21, and her husband, Lauren Roundy, were living close by.<br />
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The 1880 Census shows the Edmistons as living in Petty Precinct, Sanpete County:<br />
Parents b.<br />
36 Edmiston, John 58 Farmer b. Pa. Pa. Pa.<br />
Martha 53 Keeping house b. Vt. N.H. N.H.<br />
William 25 Laborer b. Utah Pa. Pa.<br />
George 20 Laborer b. “ “ “<br />
David 18 Laborer b. “ “ “<br />
Mary 16 b. “ “ “<br />
Charles 13 b. “ “ “<br />
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John, Sr., died 13 October 1890 at Castle Dale, Utah. His obituary stated he was the father of 14 children, nine of whom were still living; had 42 grandchildren and five great-grandchildren. “The deceased also shared in many privations of the early settlers of this western region and died in faith of a glorious resurrection.” -- Deseret News, Nov. 8, 1890, p.4.<br />
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Martha Jane Snow Edmiston died 5 March 1892 at Castle Dale, Emery County.<br />
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Sources<br />
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Farnsworth, History of Manti.<br />
Sutton, History of Sanpete and Emery Counties.<br />
Ephraim’s First One Hundred Years, p.8.<br />
1880 Census Petty Precinct, (F 218673, p.428).<br />
Martha Jane Snow Edmiston<br />
Born: 3 September 1827, St. Johnsbury, Caledonia, Vermont<br />
Died 5 March 1892, Castle Dale, Emery, Utah<br />
Pioneer: 1851, team and wagon<br />
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BIOGRAPHY: Martha Jane Snow Edmiston<br />
BORN: 3 Sep. 1827, St. Johnsbury, Caledonia Vermont<br />
DIED: 5 March 1892, Castle Dale, Emery, Utah<br />
PARENTS: Gardner Snow and Sarah Sawyer Hastings<br />
PIONEER: 1851, team and wagon<br />
SPOUSE: John Edmiston, son John Edmiston, Sr. and Elizabeth Smith<br />
BORN: 23 July 1821 at Antis on Jaunita River, Huntington, Penn.<br />
MARRIED: about 1842, ?Lima, Hancock, Illinois<br />
DIED: 13 Oct 1890, Castle Dale, Emery, Utah<br />
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Children of John Edmiston and Martha Jane Snow:<br />
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1. Gardner b. 19 Nov. 1843 Morley Sett., Hancock, Ill.<br />
d. (child) Mt. Pisgah, Iowa<br />
2. Sarah Elizabeth b. 20 Dec. 1845 Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois<br />
d. 1876<br />
unmd<br />
3. Jonathan H. (Jock) b. 22 Feb. 1848 ?Carterville, Pottawat., Iowa<br />
d. 26 June 1866 Spanish Fork Canyon, Utah<br />
unmd (killed by Indians)<br />
4. Martha Ann b. 30 July 1849 Carterville, Pottawat., Iowa<br />
d. 5 Nov. 1888 Springville, Utah, Utah<br />
m. 9 Apr 1868 Lauren Hotchkiss Roundy<br />
5. John, Jr. b. 23 Oct. 1850 Carterville, Pottawat., Iowa<br />
d.<br />
m. Elizabeth Maria Rilly<br />
6. Samuel Card b. 9 Oct. 1851 Springville, Utah, Utah<br />
d.<br />
7. Algenora b. 22 June 1853 Manti, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 20 June 1919<br />
m. Squire Stewart<br />
8. William b. 25 Sep. 1854 Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 22 Apr. 1930 Gannett, Blaine, Idaho<br />
m. 15 Aug 1880 Sarah Forbush<br />
9. Eliza b. 1 Feb. 1856 Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 23 Sep. 1904<br />
m. 16 Aug 1875 Joseph Benton Harriman<br />
10. Warren b. 5 Sep. 1857 Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 31 Mar 1923 Wilson, Teton, Wyoming<br />
m. 31 Mar 1878 Lucy Ann Woolf<br />
11. George Washington b.27 Jan. 1860 Ephraim, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 27 Jan 1860 Fountain Green, Sanpete, Utah<br />
m.<br />
m. 2 Oct. 1889 Caroline Otteson<br />
12. David b. 29 Oct. 1862 Manti, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 18 Feb. 1892<br />
13. Mary Margaret b. 14 May 1864 Manti, Sanpete, Utah<br />
d. 13 Aug. 1909 Price, Carbon, Utah<br />
m. 28 May 1881 Soren Erastus Andersen<br />
14. Charles Henry b. 1 July 1866 Springville, Utah, Utah<br />
d. 8 Sep. 1925 Hill Spring, Alberta, Canada<br />
m. Hannah Delilah Jackson<br />
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MARTHA JANE SNOW EDMISTON was born Sept. 3, 1827, in St. Johnsbury, Caledonia, Vermont. Her parents, Gardner and Sarah Sawyer Hastings Snow, were so happy to have a daughter to bless their home, their first daughter to live and grow to maturity. Her four older brothers, Jonathan, James, Warren and George, took a special interest in Martha throughout her life.<br />
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Gardner and Sarah had lived in Chesterfield, New Hampshire, until after the births of three sons. They left the old “Snow” homestead in Chesterfield and moved to northern Vermont in 1818 to buy cheaper land to farm. Sarah or Sally as she was called, gave birth to a son George Washington, Eliza, John, and daughter Martha, in St. Johnsbury, Caldeonia County. The babies Eliza and John both died soon after they were born.<br />
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Little Martha learned to be a good helper working with her mother, and at the table near the open hearth, preparing hearty meals for Father and brothers. She helped gather greens, herbs and vegetables to go along with the fish and game in the big pot over the roaring flames. Helping her mother make bread, biscuits, Johnny cake and apple cakes in he tin oven in the oven front, was a special joy for her. Girls’ daily chores were feeding the chickens, geese, pigs and sheep, gathering eggs, milking cows and making butter and cheese. Feathers from the barnyard geese were gathered to make pillows and quilts. Under Sally’s guidance, she learned to spin yarn from the sheep sheared in the spring, and to weave a shawl on the loom. Like all young girls, she learned to knit and make mittens and sox, piece quilts and braid hats and rugs.<br />
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Martha was about five when the young Mormon missionaries, Orson Pratt and Lyman Johnson came preaching that the original church of Jesus Christ had been restored. She listened as her parents studied the scriptures and teachings of the missionaries. They were converted and baptized and became members of the Church in June and July 1833. Brothers James and Warren were baptized in October and November. Martha enjoyed attending the Sabboth day meetings with her family and joining in the singing and scripture study. Her father was called to be the President of the Branch of about 60 members.<br />
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The family felt the spirit of gathering with other Saints and left their home and property in June of 1836 and made the long journey to Kirtland, Ohio. After the Temple was built there were threats and persecution by apostates and nonmembers, and the Saints felt they would have to leave Ohio. Gardner, Sarah and Martha, nearly 11, left with the Kirtland Camp July 5, 1838. A baby brother was born near Dayton, Ohio, then they continued on their journey to Missouri.<br />
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They settled in Adam-ondi-Ahman. Here, within a few weeks, they suffered in the persecutions of the Saints by angry mobs. Through mob violence, her six-week old baby brother died and was buried by her father’s own hands “by reason of mob violence being so great.” In the spring of 1838 they were driven from the state to Illinois through actions of the mob and the Governor’s exterminating order. They then located at Morley’s Settlement near Lima, Illinois. Her younger sister, Elizabeth Coolidge Snow, was born in the next year, January 20, 1840.<br />
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Martha Jane married John Edmiston about 1842 at about age 16. John, the son of John Edmiston, Sr. and Elizabeth Smith, was born 12 July 1821 in Antis on Juanita River, Huntington County, Pennsylvania. John was a blacksmith and worked hard and did well in his shop. He became a member of the Church October 6, 1842. Their first child was born Nov. 19, 1843, and named Gardner, after his Grandfather Snow.<br />
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The Female Relief Society was organized in 1843 at Lima, and Sara H. Snow and Sister Whiting were called as counselors to President Lucy Morley. Martha Jane and her sister-in-law, Eliza Ann were also members. This group of ladies spent many hours sewing items of clothing, making quilts, knitting sweaters and sox, and helping in many ways to relieve the suffering of sick and needy families. They had tender sympathies for those in need because of their own trials and persecutions in Missouri. They did all they could to help those in need.<br />
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In 1844 the “Penny Fund: was instituted by Hyrum Smith, of the Temple Committee. He appealed to the women asking them to contribute one cent apiece a week to purchase material for the Nauvoo Temple. Martha J. Edmiston’s signature is on the paper of those subscribing from Lima, to give “some few cents in money to assist in procuring glass and nails for the Temple.” With her signature is the amount of 25 cents. This small amount was quite a sacrifice for the sisters when their families needed so many necessities. However, they each felt a great anxiety to pay a year’s subscription in advance, if at all possible.<br />
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The peaceful situation in Hancock County was not to continue. Feelings of jealousy and revenge, then hate, led to fury, and mobs gathered in the outlying communities from Nauvoo and began persecuting the Mormons. On June 18, 1844, they were told the mobs were going to make a total destruction of Morley Settlement, that 2000 volunteers from Missouri would meet them next day at Carthage, then go against Joseph Smith and demolish Nauvoo. They were determined to get the Prophet at any cost.<br />
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On the 20th, an affidavit made by Isaac Morley, Gardner Snow, John Edmiston and Edmund Durfee, of Hancock County, certified to the truth in the warning letter to the Prophet that the mobs were upon them. They must comply with one of three propositions. In consequence of these threats, the residents were compelled to leave their homes on a stormy night, cross a dangerous stream swollen by the rain, causing great suffering – and flee to Nauvoo for protection – or the mobs would utterly exterminate them. The affidavits were read before the Prophet and City Counsel the next afternoon, and representatives went to report these outrages to Governor Ford at Carthage.<br />
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The Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum were murdered six days later in the Carthage jail. The outcast families of Gardner Snow and John Edmiston may have been in Nauvoo when the shot-torn bodies of the martyred Prophet and Patriarch were borne in sad procession. Following the martyrdom, the families returned to their homes in Morley Settlement.<br />
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When the 20th Quorum of Seventy was organized in March 1845, two of Martha’s Brothers, Warren and George, and her husband John, of Lima, were members.<br />
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In September, the mob again came to the Settlement in their fury! For eight days and nights they fired upon the settlers. They burned 70 to 80 homes, their stacks of grain, shops, etc. The inhabitants were forced out into the cold night, suffering, homeless and destitute. Reports from the “Nauvoo Neighbor” mentioned “John Edmondson’s house and blacksmith shop burnt: along with “Father Whiting’s house and chair factory; Edmund Durphy’s torn down; Father Morley’s cooper shop burnt; Thomas King’s house burnt.” “13 Sept. 1845 Mob at Morley Settlement set fire to house of John Edmiston.” Mobs went from house to house, turning the sick ones out, to live or die, and driving the Mormons out of the Settlement. John’s tools and iron were taken by the mobsters before they burned his shop, which was a great loss to him in his blacksmithing. Men from Nauvoo with their teams traveled all night and day to get the families and bring them to Nauvoo.<br />
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The Saints knew they would have to leave for a place where they would be free from persecution. The men worked hard all winter repairing and building wagons. Teams and men were sent to all parts of the country for iron. In spite of losing his shop and tools because of the mobs, John must have helped get wagon wheels ironed and on the wagons, the horses and oxen shoed, made nails and done all kinds of repair work ready for the departure westward.<br />
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Martha’s second child, Sarah Elizabeth, named for both of her grandmothers, was born 20 December 1845 in Nauvoo. Six weeks later, John and Martha Jane “Edmunston” were endowed 6 Feb 1846 in the Nauvoo Temple. The same day George and Mary Snow were also endowed,. John was a Seventy in the Priesthood at that time. This great Temple blessing just preceded many of the Saints being driven from Nauvoo early in 1846. Their endowments helped them have the faith and courage they needed to move to the wilderness ahead.<br />
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As the company proceeded westward, Martha and John felt the heartbreak of losing little Gardner. The sisters washed and laid out the little three-year old, trying to comfort the grief-stricken parents and grandparents. He was laid down tenderly under the willows, as the earth was dampened with tears. The family then turned their faces to the prairie to push forward again. Gardner Edmison’s name is listed on the north side of the monument under “Names on Monument At Mt. Pisgah, Iowa.”<br />
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Martha gave birth on the Iowa plains to a baby boy, Oct. 23, 1848. He was named Jonathan H., after Martha’s eldest brother who had died in Ohio. He was called “Jock.” Two more babies, Martha Ann, and John, Jr., were born in Carterville, Pottawattamie Co., Iowa, July 30, 1849, and October 23, 1850.<br />
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John signed a petition for a pot office, along with Gardner, Warren and George Snow, and other residents, to be located near the Log Tabernacle in Kanesville, Iowa. The 1850 Census of Iowa lists John Edinson as living in Pottawattamie District, along with George, James C., Warren and Gardner Snow. For several years, the crops they raised helped fed many Saints traveling west. John kept busy with blacksmithing – preparing horse, oxen and wagons for the trek to the Salt Lake Valley.<br />
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John and Martha, and probably George and Mary Snow, and families came on to Utah by ox team in 1851, the year following her parents. A very exciting experience with the Indians has been written:<br />
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John and companion were appointed to go ahead of the wagon train. Their assignment was Pathfinders or Trail Blazers. Martha drove the team with four small children in the wagon. John and companion were miles and a few days ahead of the wagon train when they sighted Indians on watch for wagons traveling that way. The men hurriedly rode their horses down a steep revine and were in a daze to know what to do to save all the pioneers traveling in the wagon train with their wives and children. Only God could save them from an Indian massacre. With heads bowed and on their knees, the men appealed to Heavenly Father for help. Rising to their feet they crept slowly over the ridge of the revine and could see the Indians milling around trying to find places to hide in order to ambush the oncoming train which, through their cunning and skillful methods, detected the distance, which was not far off.<br />
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In a twinkling, as though a voice had spoken, John and his companion gathered a clump of large brush and broken limbs, tied them with their lariats, and after reaching the open level spaces, whipped up their horses to a brisk speed. The object was to stir up such a dust off into the distance and opposite direction. And with their hollering and commotion, they hoped to deceive the Indians into believing a buffalo herd was in the distance.<br />
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The Indians at once left their watch on the wagon trail to follow the buffalo herd. As they, in their hideous war paint and scantily clad bodies gained distance, they were convinced they had been tricked. The men realized their lives were not worth much if they were caught, but they continued to lead the Indians in a wild chase farther and farther away from the direction of the wagon train.<br />
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Suddenly a miracle did happen! From another direction came the thundering sound of a buffalo stampede which gave the men an opportunity to escape from certain death had not the Indians taken off toward the stampeding buffalo which was certain to have trampled some of the savages under their speeding hooves.<br />
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The men reached the wagon train by night. The caravan had traveled faster than usual while crossing this certain area. That night the entire camp knelt and gave thanks to their God that through a miracle, their lives and those of the Pathfinders had been spared from a hostile Indian massacre. Thanks to the prayer and faith of those Pathfinders, John Edmiston and his companion!<br />
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Probably soon after their arrival in Utah, Martha’s son, Samuel Card, was born 9 October 1851 at Springville. A daughter Algenora was born in Manti; the next four babies in Ephraim – William, Eliza, Warren, and George Washington. David and Mary Margaret’s births were in Manti, and her 14th child, Charles Henry was born in Springville in 1866.<br />
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John and others signed a protest from Manti against government sending troops to Utah 9 Feb. 1858. John Edmondson was a Constable for Fort Ephraim in 1860. John Edmiston, Sr. was said to be one of the pioneers who made special contributions toward the growth and accomplishment of Manti. He helped in constructing a threshing machine that separated wheat from chaff, made hinges for doors and did other blacksmith work.<br />
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The Black Hawk War was a catastrophe for residents in the loss of lives and property. On June 24, 1866, Black Hawk with 100 warriors attached the post at Thistle Valley. General Warren S. Snow (Martha’s brother) led one of the relief parties. The combined forces began a pursuit of the retreating savages. At Soldiers Summit the Indians separated and scattered in all directions. On the 26th a raid on the Spanish Fork pasture was made before daylight, in which 30 Indians stampeded 45 head of horses and cattle. Major William Creer with 15 men started in pursuit. They overtook them and fought them for an hour and a half, when a party from Springville came up and the Indians fled.<br />
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But – Martha’s brave son, Jonathan (Jock) Edmiston was killed! And Albert Dimmick his companion of Spanish Fork, received a wound from which he died two days later! When the detachment arrived that had been sent to bring Jock in, they found him scalped and his right hand cut off, showing the Indians’ revenge for his determined and gallant fight for his life. Services were held in the meeting house, and many friends and comrades filled the room.<br />
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Stricken with shock and grief, Martha gave birth to her 14th child Charles Henry, the next week, July 1, 1866, at Springville!<br />
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The 1870 Census shows Martha and John living in Springville with children, Sarah, 24, John, 19, Eliza, 15, William, 16, Warren, 10, George 8, David, 7, Mary, 5, Charles, 4. Their daughter Martha, age 21, and her husband Lauren Roundy were living near by.<br />
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One of Martha’s sons, Warren, as a young man, had a yoke of oxen that he used to haul stone to be used in the building of the Manti Temple.<br />
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In 1880 the Edmistons were living in Petty Precinct, Sanpete Co: John age 58, farmer; Martha 53, keeping house; William 25, laborer; George 20, laborer; David 18, laborer; Mary 16; and Charles 13.<br />
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Martha and John were parents of 14 children, nine of whom were living, and 42 grandchildren and five great-grandchildren, according to the obituary of John, after his death 13 October 1890 at Castle Dale. Martha Jane Snow Edmiston passed away 5 March 1892 at Castle Dale. They had sacrificed much for the Gospel of Jesus Christ, shared in many privations of the early settlers, and died in faith of a glorious resurrection.<br />
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Source: Valiant in the Faith – Gardner and Sarah Snow and Their Family, 1990, by Archibald F. and Ella M. Bennett, and Barbara Bennett Roach, pp. 577-602. (DUP Library)<br />
Submitted by Barbara B. Roach, 6276 Oakcrest Circle, Salt Lake City, UT 84121.<br />
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All of the above was received from the Daughters of Utah Pioneers:<br />
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Submitted by:<br />
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Loretta Anderson Preston<br />
660 Aaron Avenue<br />
Springville, UT 84663<br />
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Barbara B. Roach<br />
6276 Oakcrest Circle<br />
Salt Lake City, UT 84121.</div>
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Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4663641474359603064.post-6950110356565157832015-05-13T00:30:00.000-07:002015-06-09T09:26:35.695-07:00JOHN EDMISTON 1795-1862JOHN2 EDMISTON (Johnl) was born 1790 in Huntingdon County, Pennsylvania. After his education in the common schools, John learned me trade of blacksmith in Lewistown, Mifflin County. He followed this vocation in Huntingdon County and afterwards in Cambria County. His last work was the manufacture of hoop iron. He married ELIZABETH SMITH about 1813, the daughter of Samuel SMITH, farmer, of Huntingdon County. Their children are Margaret, wife of Philip Williams; Mary, wife of John Whake; David S.; John; William; Miles; Loyal; Elias; Samuel; and P. Rhodes. John died in Canal Township, Cambria County, in 1862. Elizabeth died in Indiana County in 1870. John was a Democrat, and they were members of the Baptist church. [1] <strong>found on geni.com</strong><br />
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Their eldest son, John Edmiston, Jr., after his education in the common schools was finished, learned the trade of a blacksmith, in Lewistown, Mifflin county. He followed this vocation in Huntingdon county, and afterwards, for the rest of his life, in Cambria county, Pennsylvania. His last work was the manufacture of hoop iron. His political opinions were Democratic. He married Elizabeth, daughter of Samuel Smith, farmer, of Huntingdon county. Their children are: Margaret, deceased, wife of Philip Williams; Mary, deceased, wife of John Whake; David S.; John, deceased; William, of Altoona, Pennsylvania; Miles, deceased; Loyal, of Centre county; Elias, deceased; Samuel, deceased; and P. Rhodes, deceased. Mr. Edmiston died in Canal township, Cambria county, in 1862; his wife died in Indiana county in 1870. He was an excellent man, and much respected, a member of the Baptist church. <strong>found on geni.com</strong>Arn and Jodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744676874718986386noreply@blogger.com0