Unknown User Ann Ellwood Morris Story Written by her daughter, Louisa Morris White Transcribed by Anjanette Stone Lofgren, July, 2005 Ann Ellwood Morris, daughter of Joseph and Dorothy Snudding Ellwood, was born in Empingham, Rutlandshire, England, on the 23rd of November, 1833. She was baptized into the LDS church on the 18th of November 1853, by Thomas A. Jeffery, and confirmed by Thomas Bland. She went secretly to get baptized, and as there was no place where she could change, she was obliged to walk a long distance in her wet clothes, which froze stiff on her body, but she didn’t catch the least cold. Before her baptism, she had been troubled for some months with a large swelling on her neck, for which she had been under the doctor’s care. After being baptized she threw away the medicine she had been using, with but little effect, and declared she was going to depend on the Lord to heal her. Through administration of the Elders, her faith was rewarded, for in a short time the lump entirely disappeared without leaving any scar. It seems that even in those early days, the children were instructed somewhat in Domestic Art in the schools, as while attending school my mother learned to become a very expert knitter. I have never seen anyone who could knit so fast as she; she would make the needles fairly fly. She has told me that she and one of the young boys were the fastest knitters in the school, and that they would often run races and which ever got through first would share in the daintiest part of the other’s lunch. In July 1854, lacking four months of being twenty-one, she was married to my father, Charles Morris of Dean, Northamptonshire. He was twenty-one years of age, had been baptized when he was fifteen, and at the time my mother and he became acquainted, he was a traveling Elder in the district in which my mother lived. After her marriage, my mother moved to Northamptonshire. On April 28, 1855, their first child was born, whom they named Joseph Hyrum, for the Prophet Joseph and his brother. Before joining the church nothing could induce my mother to take a journey by water, but she said after she was baptized all this fear of the sea left her, and a great desire to immigrate to America took its place. On the 28th of April, 1856, the day their little son was a year old, they set sail on the ship “Thornton”, bound for “the land choice above all others.” In company with them were my father’s two younger brothers, and my mother’s father and mother and her two brothers and two sisters, who were all members of the church. After a voyage of four weeks they landed, and made their home in Cincinnati, Ohio. Here father found employment at his trade as a tanner and furrier. A year or two later they moved to Wisconsin, where they joined my mother’s family, who were located on a farm 18 miles west of Madison, the capital city. They stayed here until the spring of 1862, when they decided to continue their journey to Utah. While living in Ohio and Wisconsin, four baby girls had been born to them, two of whom had died, one in Ohio and one is Wisconsin, so their family now consisted of Joseph Hyrum, aged seven, Louisa, aged four, and Sarah Ann, aged ten months. In the latter part of June, 1862, they took the train at Madison, Wisconsin, for Florence, Nebraska, from which place they were to begin their long journey overland by ox teams. After reaching Florence where was some delay by reason of the necessary preparations to be made, but finally they got started, their train in charge of Capt. Miller. My father and mother, and all who were able, trudged along by the side of the wagons. All went well with my family the first part of the journey, then their three children were taken sick with very severe cases of canker, which I think must have been caused by indigestion, brought on by lack of proper food. They seemed to have had no means at hand for curing it, as it continued to grow worse. The roof of my brother’s mouth was entirely eaten away. The baby grew weaker and weaker until the 13th of August, when she passed away, at a place called Shell Creek, and was buried at the same place. My brother lingered five weeks longer, then he left us-the little boy my parents had brought from England, the only one of their children born there. In a faded pocket diary kept by my father during the journey, I find this entry—“Joseph Hyrum Ellwood Morris died Sept. 17, 1862, and was buried the same day, at the place of our encampment, about ten miles east of Chimney Rock, on the Platte river, a short distance to the left from the road, going east.” Sick child though I was, I well remember their taking my brother, the one who had always been my playmate, and after wrapping him tenderly in mother’s broadcloth circular cloak, then taking a last look at his dear face, putting him in that hole in the ground. Mother wondered many times if he and her little baby were allowed to remain undisturbed, or if the wolves dug them up. Day by day my mother continued to walk, watching over me, as I lay suffering on my bed in the tail end of the wagon. One afternoon I missed her. I lay there wondering in my childish way where she could be. At night she was brought into camp by one of the rear wagons; she had dropped exhausted by the roadside. According to my father’s diary this occurred three days after my brother died. She continued sick and very weak for about two weeks. This was the only time during the journey that she rode. They arrived in Salt Lake City during the latter part of October, 1862, having been on the way four months. Out of the three children they started with one was saved, the little girl of four, who at the beginning of the journey was rosy and chubby, they brought in a living skeleton, so reduced to flesh that the bones of her body protruded through the skin. During the journey of four months she had suffered from measles, whooping cough, mountain fever, and a bad case of canker, which had caused her left jaw to decay, which necessitated cutting a part of it away. No one thought the little girl could live, and mother has often said that when she would look at her in the night, with the moonlight shining on her face, she looked as though she must be dead. For a long time she had to be carried around like a baby, but after some months had passed, she learned for the second time to walk. In the providence of the Lord her life was spared, and she is now nearing allotted age of man. Our first home in Utah was on Third South, near Ninth East Street. There were some friends of my parents living there whom they had known in England. They met us at our wagon, as the train passed by their home. All the emigrant trains came into the city on Third South or, as it was called for many years, Emigration Street, and preceded down to “Emigration Square”, the block where the City and County building now stands. We lived in a little one room adobe house with a fireplace, where mother did the cooking, what little there was to do. Our fare consisted mainly of bread and homemade molasses, which was thin and green looking. Our bedstead was made of poles lashed together, and our table was the flat topped trunk that crossed the plains. But notwithstanding all the inconveniences and deprivations, I have heard my mother say many times in after (?) years, that she was never more contended than she was at that time. They had implicit faith in the Gospel, and they had reached the place where they had longed to be. In the evening, by the firelight, with my father holding me on his knee, they sat and sang the songs of Zion. Among these songs were three that fitted into different periods in their lives. First the one after they had joined the Church and desired so much to gather with the Saints—“O, Zion, When I Think of Thee, I long for pinions like a dove, and mourn to think I should be so distant from the land I love, A captive Exile, far from home.” Then the joyful time when they were able to begin their journey to the “Valley”, -- “O, Babylon, O, Babylon, we bid thee farewell, we’re going to the mountains of Ephraim to dwell.” Then on the plains, -- “Come, Come, ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear, But with joy wend your way.” We lived on Third South St. about a year and a half. During this time, on October 13, 1863, was born a little daughter, my parent’s first Utah child. In the spring of 1864 we moved down by the old Brigham Young Mill, which is still standing at the south end of Liberty Park. Father had secured work in the mill, but on account of having weak lungs, he could not stand the dust from the flour, so worked there only a few months. From there he went to work for President Young in his nursery, which occupied the whole block immediately north of the park, we living in the only house there was on the block. It was while living down by the old mill, in 1864, that my parents bought their first real furniture in Utah. It consisted of a number seven step stove, for which they paid $125.00; a very nice bedstead, for those days, which cost them $25.00, and a set of chairs. The stove must have gotten quite rusty during it’s long journey by freight across the plains, for I remember father and his brother Robert took upon themselves the task of giving it the first coat of polish, thinking it too much of a job for mother. Mother was certainly proud of her new furniture, and gave me the commission of keeping it dusted. In 1868 my father bought a piece of land and built a home on 9th East St., near 3rd South, on the east side of the same block where we lived when we first landed in Utah, and thereafter that was our home. Mother’s four youngest children were born and died there, the ones who were spared grew to man and womanhood in that home. While living there, father worked for sometime at his trade, as tanner and furrier, in the tanneries and Phillip Pugsly and William Jennings; after which father and his brother Robert went into the tanning business for themselves, but on account of failing health, father was obliged to withdraw from the partnership. After which he built a shop at his home, where he did fur dressing, mainly for Z.C.M.I. This branch of the business didn’t require so much work as the tanning, so was not so hard on him. But, notwithstanding, he gradually grew worse, and about ten o’clock on the morning of November 2nd, 1880, he came from his shop into the house, sat down on the couch, and said to my mother, “Ann I shall not be with you much longer.” Those were his last words. Mother sprang to his side, putting her arm around him for support, and he placed his arm around her waist; he was immediately taken with a severe hemmorage of the lungs, and thus with their arms around each other, he passed away, at the age of 47. For several years mother was tied at home with her sick husband and children, but when the time came when she was able to do so, she became an active member, and faithful teacher in the Relief Society. She was always prompt in the payment of her tithes and offerings, and diligent in having her children attend Sunday School and meetings. She experienced all the trials and hard work incident to pioneer life, but, like the other pioneers, it was not so much what she did with her hands but what she did with her mind and soul. With all her mind and soul she strove to implant in the hearts of her children a love of truth and honesty, and loyalty to the Church of Jesus Christ. She was the mother of twelve children, seven of whom were born in Salt Lake City, and five before she came to Utah. Of the twelve, two sons and two daughters grew to man and womanhood, and are still living; the other eight died in their innocent childhood, before reaching the age of accountability, so mother had eight children safe in the Celestial Kingdom. About three years after father’s death, mother married another good man, who cared for her tenderly for twenty years, then he too was called to the other side, and again, mother was a widow. She was a resident of Salt Lake City nearly half a century and during forty-five years of that time was a member of the Eleventh Ward. In fulfillment of her Patriarchal Blessing, her last days were her best. After an illness of five days, caused by pneumonia, she died on the 29th of April, 1912; her funeral was held in the 11th Ward Chapel. My father’s brother, Bishop Robert Morris, got out of a sick bed, where he had lain for days, and had one of his sons take him to the funeral that he might say a few words in behalf of my mother, whom he had known and been associated with for nearly sixty years, and as a mere lad had crossed the ocean with father and mother and their younger brother who died in Ohio in the spring of 1862, about three months before the others left fot Utah. Mother was laid by the side of the husband of her youth, on the hillside in the beautiful city of the Saints that she loved so well. There also are four of her beautiful children, and a short distance from the others lies the good man who cared for her in her later years. May they all sleep in peace until the Angel of the Lord shall sound the trump that shall call them forth on the morning of the First Resurrection. Written October, 1926. Louisa M. White; Historian
Jul 25, 2005 · posted to the surname Ellwood
Unknown User Baltzar & Mette Margrette Juulsen Peterson Story Copied by Wanda Mortinson Transcribed By Anjanette Stone Lofgren, July, 2005. The record of both families of Great Grandfather and Great Grandmother dates back as far as the date when Denmark officially began to keep records of its subjects. The record states that they were people respected in their communities. They supported their nation when duty called, were industrious and took advantage of every opportunity in education though there were few. In some instances a few members of their family line branched out in other lines, but generally they stayed with the soil. They were owners and leasers of land, productive and enterprising. They were known for their hospitality and were respected citizens of Denmark. Baltzar Peterson was born December 4, 1834 in Augersler, Piset, Aarhus, Denmark, a son of Soren Pederson and Ane Margrethe Baltzersen. He had a brother Peter and four sisters; Karen, Ane Margrethe, Mette Kristine, and Ane Marie. As a young man, Baltzar was a coach and transfer man in Aarhus. He took pride in the good horses he owned and used in his business, hauling and loading material to the boats for shipment to all parts of the world. On May 30, 1857, Great Grandfather Baltzar married Mette Margrette Juulsen, a daughter of Juul Eskidsen and Karen Nielson. She was born January 11, 1834 in the parish of Holme (Skaade) Jutland, Aarhus, Denmark, and was the seventh child of a family of eight children. Great Grandmother Mette’s father was a small lease-holder farmer and weaver. He died when Great Grandmother Mette was only two years old leaving his wife alone to care for the eight young children. The oldest Marie Kristine was only sixteen, the youngest, James, two months old. The mother carried well her responsibilities, and being an intelligent and resourceful woman, saw that her children were educated in the State School of Holm which was directed by the Lutheran Church. After Great Grandfather Baltzar and Great Grandma Mette were married, they were visited by Mormon Elders about 1860 while living at 1052 Bestegade, Aarhus, Denmark. They were baptized members of the church November 20, 1862 and were anxious to come to America. By now they had four children, Nelse Juul, Soren Juul, who is my grandfather, Laura who died before they sailed and James one year old. The following year, May 1, 1863, these people left Denmark for England by Sailboat. Then they had their first train ride across England to Liverpool. There they were obliged to wait a few days for other immigrants from Norway and Sweden to join them. On May 8, 1863, 657 saints under the direction of Hans Peter Lund sailed from Liverpool on the U.S. ship, a sort of sailboat. They were 52 days on the water and food water became very bad. There was much sickness and they witnessed some burials at sea. Finally, on the fifteenth of June, 1863, they landed at New York City. Here they were fumigated and sent in cattle cars to a point on he Missouri River. Since the Civil War was being fought at this time, they were forced to take the long Northern Route near the Canadian border. After a short time at Winter Quarters they began the Trek across the barren plains to Utah as members of John F. Saunders Ox Team Train. Their experiences were similar to those of thousands of pioneers. At one time, while wading across a river, Great Grandmother Mette was swept off her feet while trying to help little Nelse and Soren and at the same time carry baby James. A nearby man rescued the baby and helped them to the shore. They arrived in Utah October 6, 1863. They went to Weber River County now known as Morgan County, Utah, and settled in Richville. Great Grandfather Baltzar homesteaded a large tract of land and later purchased adjoining fields. The first year or two were hard to forget. Food was short during the winter. A few dusty beans and some coarse grain ground in the coffee mill was about all they had. When they received their first harvest Great Grandfather walked over the mountain carrying a full sack of wheat on his back to pay Bishop Nebeker in Salt Lake City for the seed loaned to him. It was here a baby boy, Joseph, was born, and a year later a tragedy struck. Joseph was drowned in the Old Mill Race. His body was found on the screen where the water plunged over the water-wheel of the old grist mill at Richville. A year later, Baltzar, the sixth child was born, and soon after the family moved into a new two room log house. Great Grand father and his brothers had worked in the mountains for the logs. It was here that the other five children were born, Charles, George, Eliza, William, who died a year later, and Fred. Great Grandfather Baltzar and his family improved their land, built buildings and fences which were durable. The children were instructed and trained intelligently to be orderly and efficient in their work. Great Grandfather’s judgment and wisdom in agriculture was unsurpassed for his time, and after 25 years this Danish immigrant was considered the most financially independent man in Richville. Great Grandmother Mette must receive some of the credit for the family’s successful pursuits in farming and livestock. She was resourceful; her judgment was sound, she gave advice where needed and when it would do the most good. She was quite small (considered tiny) in stature, but was quick and accurate, full of energy, and most immaculate in dress and person. She was an artist with the needle, made all of her own clothes insisting on the best quality. She was not extravagant for nothing was wasted or misused. She insisted everything be cared for properly. She was a beautiful letter writer, both in the Danish and English languages. She never showed favoritism. I’m going to tell you the only thing I remember about her. When I was a very little girl I visited in Morgan County with my father, Joel, Mother, little sister and brother. Before we left for home, daddy took me into grandmother’s room to say goodbye. I remember she had on a black dress with white lace at the neck and a little cap n her head. She asked me to come near her. I felt frightened for she looked little and old and wrinkled. She patted me on the head and then placed a silver dollar in my hand saying it was for me. I never knew great grandfather. He died a month before I was born. Great Grandfather Baltzar never lost interest in the welfare of his family. As the boys became grown men he helped them acquire farm land of their own. In 1877 he filed on a large tract of land on the Preston Flat and Nelse, Soren Baltzar and Charles went there as farmers. Soren and Nelse played violins and Soren played a trumpet and called for square dances. They were the first musicians on the Preston Flat. Baltzar taught a school of dancing both in Morgan County and later in Preston. He and Charles went all over the country playing for dances. Besides farming Baltzar was a Blacksmith and an excellent horse shoer. As a very young man he shod horses in San Francisco when draft horses were used for all transfer work. He also sheared sheep. George loved the farm and livestock and stayed with it all his life as did Soren Though Nelse took up a few other trades and jobs. Fred sought education and became a high school professor and then a medical doctor. He played a mandolin and sang. Great-aunt Eliza was very artistic. She was very artistic with her needle and oil paints and much credit is due her and her husband for caring so lovingly for the fine family brick home completed 1866 which still stands on the old homestead in Richville. It was considered one of the finest in the county. This home became a gathering place for the young folks for many years. Many parties gathered at the Peterson home. Everyone sang and danced. Baltzar and Charles played their violins and step dancing was a specialty of George and Baltzar. Great grandmother was the perfect hostess, always pleased to entertain, and making sure there was plenty of food and good things to eat. She enjoyed life most when the young folks came there to participate in good home entertainment.
Jul 25, 2005 · posted to the surname Peterson
Unknown User Charles & Jacobena Spongberg Story Copied from records of Albena Peterson Bodily by Wanda Spongberg Woodhouse Reeder. Transcribed by Anjanette Stone Lofgren, July, 2005. Charles John Spongberg was born April 1, 1826 in Sura, Vestmenland Sweden. Jacobena Funk Spongberg was born August 30, 1832 in [Pederskier], Bornholm, Denmark. Her parents had a large family, eleven children. Jacobena was the fifth child. Two of Jacobena’s older sisters heard of the Mormon Elders and became very interested while they were away from home working. They kept it a secret for a while afraid their parents might be very unhappy if they knew. But to their surprise the parents had had the opportunity of hearing them also and soon the entire family joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Because of the severe persecution the early converts to Mormonism suffered the Funk Family soon prepared to immigrate to America. They were one of the first families in Denmark to accept the Gospel. At this time, Charles John Spongberg who had completed his apprenticeship as a blacksmith in Sweden had obtained work in Copenhagen, Denmark. Here he met the Mormon Elders and accepted their message, and decided he would embark for America. In 1857 he left on the same ship the Funk family was traveling on for America. During this voyage Charles John became acquainted with Jacobena Funk and having so much in common, coming to America, they fell in love. This couple was both very attractive - Charles with black hair and dark brown eyes, Jacobena [with] black wavy hair and brown eyes and a good sense of humor. What a romantic atmosphere they must have had for their courtship. This company was six weeks coming across the ocean and this romance lasted all the way. One year later after arriving in America they were married in Iowa in November 8, 1858. They were very happy to be here in America and Charles found employment soon after arriving here. Jacobena often mentioned how curious she felt seeing Negroes with their black shiny faces and white teeth. The unexpected sight of these polite darkies shocked her and she felt rather uneasy for a while but soon became adjusted to them and many more things equally as funny in America. They moved westward to Iowa where they obtained work and remained for two years preparing for their trip to Utah. In 1859 they joined a large company of Mormons and started for Utah. Some of the company traveled in wagons drawn by teams of oxen, horses and cows, but Jacobena and her sisters walked most of the way across the plains and were barefoot a lot of the time enduring the hardships other pioneers suffered. Their food became scarce and they would gather wild fruits and berries and obtain meat along the way which helped out considerably with their meals. Charles, being a blacksmith, was indeed very helpful during this journey. He was able to mend the wagons, set tires and make shoes for the horses and oxen and cows. They were made from scrap of rough iron such as old wagon ties and bolts. He assisted greatly in guarding camp against the Indians and wild animals. A baby daughter was born on the way across the plains and her name was Helen. These people suffered hardships common to early pioneers crossing the plains, but arrived safely in Salt Lake City. After arriving in Salt Lake City they got their endowments in the Endowment House and Charles and Jacobena lived in Salt Lake for a few months. Then they found employment at Grantsville where he worked in the fields helping to gather the grain and hay crops. This was done with a scythe. The following spring the family moved to Ogden. The main part of Ogden was west of Washington Avenue - [toward] the river [was] mostly a willow flat. Here Charles spent several months clearing away brush in order to make building lots and he later sold many of these lots. Charles was really a good manager and could see and plan ahead. On one of his lots he began building a log cabin. The cabin consisted of four walls, no windows, ceiling, floors, or doors when their second child Anna was born October 6, 1860. Helen became very ill with fever and died the following day, October 7, 1860. Jacobena being very weak and very helpless in bed felt she must help Charles some way, but was unable to do so. A small casket was made of two slabs Charles had and Jacobena’s sister and husband went with Charles to bury the small child. Charles carried the little box on his shoulders and it seemed pathetic - three in the procession and Jacobena in bed at home. It wasn’t long after this that the couple decided to move farther north to Cache Valley. In 1862 they moved to Richmond, Utah and lived one year. While there, their third child was born, September 26, 1863. Some of Jacobena’s family lived at Richmond and this helped considerably. In October of the same year, 1863, they moved to Franklin, Idaho. Charles carried the little girl Anna and all their belongings and Jacobena carried the tiny baby Christine, a distance of 12 miles to Franklin. At that time there weren’t very many settlers there so Charles had the opportunity of helping to build the town. He set up his blacksmith shop as soon as possible. The Indians were very troublesome at this time and in order to protect themselves they built their houses very close together in an oblong shape forming what was known as the Old Fort in Franklin history. Charles had little fear of the Indians and he had confidence and reliance in himself during the Indian ra! ids. The women looked upon him for protection while their husbands were in the fields working as he had a blacksmith shop and the women and children would go to the blacksmith shop when they saw Indians appearing. Charles did lots of blacksmithing for the people of Franklin as well as travelers. Charles like to tell about the time President Brigham Young, Charles C. Rich, Heber C. Kimball and other members of the quorum spent two days with him and the family while on their way to Bear Lake. The manner in which President Young discussed the plans and procedures of their trip was an inspiration to him. Charles was asked to go to Bear Lake with them. Brother Kimball and Charles were to go to supervise the shoeing of the horses while the rest helped repair the wagons. This close companionship and spiritual reverence and unity existing between President Young and his Apostles was always remembered by Charles. Later on, Charles and W. L. Webster and two other men from Franklin went to Bear Lake to secure lumber for the first meeting house and school house at Franklin. He did all the blacksmith work and made all the nails used – besides, he helped build the public buildings in Frankl! in and also the first substantial home. This home was built of white stone and it contained six rooms and still stands and is owned by Albert Parkinson and they are still using the home. The other homes there were made of log or adobe. Coal was unobtainable at this time so a suitable substitute for coal was necessary for Charles’ blacksmith work. He would haul birch which he found in the canyon. Charles and George Harris, a carpenter from Ogden, built the first threshing machine in Cache Valley. It was later taken to Willow Creek just south of Brigham City and sold to a company of men who used it for years to thresh their grain. Charles helped in many ways to help build Franklin. Jacobena was a real home maker. For her children and family she devoted her life and was loved by all. She was a good cook, sewer – she spun and wove many carpets and spun wool and carded wool. She was very sociable and made home for many travelers and needy people. She was charitable and generous and believed in doing good to all. She had some cute little sayings. Maybe you could say when being alarmed or surprised she would say "per all pot" or else she would say "pervarris Vell". These were more what we call by-! words. Jacobena did all she could in the way of going to church and giving donations. She spun with her own spinning wheel and owned her own weaving loom. She was an excellent darner and her sewing equaled that of a sewing machine. She had a place for everything and everything was in its place. In 1871 Charles John Spongberg, Wm. Head, David Jensen, Joseph Clayton and Mr. Lundgreen made a general survey of the country north of Franklin from Warm Creek to Mink Creek. They decided to locate on what is now east Preston - each taking a quarter section of land under the land homestead law. This in reality was the beginning of Preston. They were the pioneers of Preston. Charles built a small house on his land, and at all times he would help his older daughters clear the brush off. For some time he worked in the blacksmith shop at Franklin. He and Jacobena and the small children lived in Franklin one year to make a livelihood. After he moved the family upon the Preston flat he walked to Franklin to work in his shop and back to Preston at night. The family thought nothing of walking to Franklin to church and back. In 1883 Charles became tired of trying to run two places so he sold his property in Franklin. He moved to Preston where he soon had his shop set up and ran his farm. He and David Jensen built the first irrigating ditch in Preston. It came from Warm Creek along the north side of the hill and irrigated the land on the east bench. Later they helped build the Warm Creek canal. On the homestead Charles had taken up were several springs of excellent drinking water. The homesteaders would come and haul it to their homes in barrels. Later on most of the people dug wells, but some of them just furnished surface water. This couple lived to a good old age, living a good honorable life and keeping the commandments of God. Both Charles and Jacobena were very punctual in their payments of tithes and fast offerings. They believed in doing unto others as they would be done by. They raised six children to man and womanhood. They had two daughters die in childhood and had six daughters and two sons. [Charles John Spongberg lived to be 83. He died January 2, 1912 in Preston, Idaho at his daughter Louisa’s home. Jacobena Funk lived to be 77. She died March 28, 1909 at their home in Preston Idaho. The couple is buried in the Preston City Cemetery]
Jul 25, 2005 · posted to the surname Spongberg
Unknown User Soren & Ane Margrethe Baltzersen Peterson Story Written by Unknown Transcribed by Anjanette Stone Lofgren, 2005 Soren Peterson (Pedersen) was born 23 June, 1805 to Pedar Rasmussen and Karen Christendatter. He went to work at the age of ten years, for Mr. Andress Dals, on his large farm or “goaar”, and there acquired the nickname of “Soren Dalsgoaar”, which means Soren on Dals farm, which nickname accompanied him through his life. He worked for Mr. Dals for many years, even until sometime after he was married. Ane Margrethe Baltzersen was the oldest of a family of six children. She was born to Baltzar Lorentzen and Anna Marie Anderson 19 May, 1806. Her family was moderately well-to-do, so she had some opportunities for education and culture. She was especially handy with the needle. She said that she fell in love with Soren because of his sunny ways. To them were born six children. They were married 9 December, 1831. Ane Margrethe joined the LDS Church ten years before her husband did. All this time she quietly planned on immigrating to Utah. She knew that if she used wisdom, and did not cause him to dislike the church, he would join eventually. The family walked four miles each week to attend the LDS Church, which was held in a rented house, later purchased by the church, and used as a meeting place for many years. On May 1, 1863 they left Aarhus, Denmark, for Utah or “Zion”. Baltzar, their son, and his family were with them. Their daughter Karen Rasmussen and family preceded them to Utah in 1859, settling in Richville, Morgan County, Utah. Ane Margrethe died in infancy in Denmark. Peter Peterson immigrated to Utah in 1861 and lived at Richville, Morgan, Utah. Mette Kirsten married Andrew Jacobsen and moved to Wisconsin, and later to Yakima, Washington. Anne Marie was married to Lars Peter Christensen and moved to Milton, Morgan, Utah. These people went from Denmark to England and joined the immigrants from Norway and Sweden. They left Liverpool May 8, 1863 on the B.S. Kimball and docked at New York 15 June. As a result of bad food and water several died were buried at sea. Their journey was continued from New York by rail to the Missouri River, then by boat down the Missouri, then Florence, or Winter Quarters. On the way they heard the roar of the cannons and witnessed the firing on the Civil War battlefront. They were taken back some distance and crowded into freight cars, and detoured up near the Canadian border. This uncomfortable and cramped position caused them much suffering and swelling in their feet and legs. At Winter Quarters they were met by teams from Utah, that took them to “Zion”. Unfortunately, there was not much wagon space, and they were forced to leave behind some of their good homespun clothing and bedding, which they had worked so hard to get, and which they would need so much, later that winter. The trip was a hard one, especially on Soren. In the evening gatherings, they sang and danced to brighten the tedious journey. The camp was made at night with the wagons in a circle. The captain was John F. Sanders, a kind and considerate man. The extreme heat encountered on the plains caused the death of several children and one old man, whose greatest desire in life was to see “Zion”. Before they left Winter Quarters, Soren purchased a cow, which supplied milk for them during the long trip to Utah. The company arrived in Salt Lake City 6 October, 1863. They went to Richville, Morgan, Utah, and soon had a home and were comfortable and happy. Soren died 23 October, 1872. Ane Margrethe died 27 December, 1875. They are both buried in the Portersville Cemetery, in Morgan County, Utah.
Jul 25, 2005 · posted to the surname Peterson
Unknown User The History of Elizabeth Cadwallader Davies Written by Anjanette Stone Lofgren, a 4th great granddaughter. Elizabeth Cadwallader, who was a twin, was born about October 7, 1807, in Manorbier, Pembrokeshire, Wales. She was the daughter of John Cadwallader (b. January 20, 1781 d. Mar 1869) and Alice Morgan (b. Sept 9, 1768 d. Mar 16, 1837). Family tradition says that John Cadwallader was a wealthy farmer who was a descendant of Cadwaladr "Fendigaid" Ap Cadwallon, also known as “King Cadwalladr the Blessed”. Other children listed for John and Alice Cadwallader are: Susanna (Susan), b. Oct 7, 1807, Susanna, b. Nov. 4, 1810, William, b. Nov 4, 1810, Sarah, b. Dec 26, 1810, Maria, Nov. 1, 1811, and Joseph, b. May 30, 1815. Elizabeth married John Davies (b. Jan 20, 1802) on Apr 17, 1831 in Manorbier, Pembrokeshire, Wales. They were the parents of eight children, William b. July 8, 1833, Alice b. July 8, 1834, Mary b. 1835, Joseph Cadwallader b. Dec 6, 1836, William George Davis b. Nov 24, 1841, John Davies Jr. abt 1842, Frances (Fanny) b. Apr 24, 1844, and George b. Sept 23, 1846. Elizabeth’s mother died on March 16, 1837, in Manorbier, Pembrokeshire, Wales, three months after Elizabeth gave birth to Joseph Cadwallader Davies. Bessie Clark Butterfield, a granddaughter of John and Elizabeth, had this to say about her grandmother; “(Elizabeth) was very sober and serious minded, positive, and could not endure any foolishness; a woman full of charity and mercy, very generous, but frugal in her own wants. She was not as religious as her husband but always lived up to the Golden Rule and truly loved her neighbors really better than herself…She had pride and dignity and could not endure anything slipshod or careless, or work half done. She loved peace and order, disliked confusion or outward show and never bragged. Her motto was “Let not your left hand know what your right hand doeth”. She never spoke of her charity, had great pity and kindness to a fallen woman, and always honored her sex; a true Royal descendant of King Cadwalladr. She was a wise councilor to her husband and children; if the children wanted any foolish pleasure they went to their father, then ‘Twould be [told] ‘John surely thou ou’tn’t encouraging such a thing?’ He would plead, ‘Oh Betsey, let the little maid have it’; such was the difference”. Elizabeth was tall and moderately built. She had large dark grey eyes, dark brown wavy hair, and a dark complexion. She was affectionate but sensible. In 1847 John invited two Mormon Elders to dinner. After dinner a mob gathered outside to taunt the Elders. The Elders left the Davies home so no incident would take place. John was a religious man and wanted to hear more of what the missionaries had to say. Two years later he went to a meeting held by the Mormons. He believed the gospel message that was being taught and he was baptized on November 10, 1849 at the age of 47. Elizabeth was baptized three years later on November 11, 1852. In 1855, their children, Alice, Mary, Joseph, William, and Frances, were baptized. Elizabeth was unable to convince her family of the truthfulness of the gospel. Her brothers and sisters were satisfied with their Weslyan faith. Only her father, John Cadwallader, joined the Mormon Church at the age of 80 on September 22, 1861, 7 ½ years before his death. At the time of John Davies’ baptism in 1849, he was working for a farmer by the name of James Gardner. Alice was 15 and living with the Gardner’s as a servant. When Mr. Gardner got word of John’s Baptism, he sent word that he did not want John to work for him anymore because he did not want a Latter-Day Saint on his property. At this time the house the Davies lived in belonged to this farmer. The farmer had several cottages on his land for his hired help to live in. John had told some brethren in the church that they could hold meetings in his house. As soon as Mr. Gardner heard they were going to hold meetings there and that one was planned for that evening, he sent Alice to tell her father “not to dare hold another meeting in that house or if he did he would come down in the morning and set fire to that place.” Alice got to her father just as the Mormon Elder, named Brother Williams, was preparing to start the meeting. Alice whispered to her father what Mr. Gardner had told her and he told the message to the Elder. He told Elder Williams to go on with the meeting and in the morning he would move his family out. Elder Williams was there to preach his farewell sermon before heading to Utah. He prophesied against James Gardner, saying that Mr. Gardner would not prosper and would die poor and his family would be scattered. Elder Williams had never met Mr. Gardner and did not know him. When he made this prophesy the house was crowded and everyone in attendance heard the prophesy. Within two years the prophesy was fulfilled. Everything seemed to go against Mr. Gardner and he could not make the payments for his farm. The farm was auctioned and he ended up renting a small house. He lived there for a few weeks and then died. His wife wrote to her relatives in England to help her get back there. The people of the village who had heard the prophesy of Elder Williams said that the Elder had bewitched James Gardner. The Davies’ were the only members of the church who lived in the village of Manorbier and they had to walk three miles to attend meetings. John was the branch president for five years. Beginning in 1856, John and Elizabeth’s children began to immigrate to the United States and cross the plains with the Mormon Pioneers. In 1856, Joseph Cadwallader Davies immigrated with Alice’s fiancé, James Crane. In 1857, Alice and William George left their home in Wales to join Joseph and James in New York City where they changed their last name of Davies to Davis. They arrived in Utah on September 29, 1859. The youngest daughter, Frances, was 17 when she left Wales in 1861 with a young couple who had a baby. Frances took care of the baby as they crossed the ocean and the plains. They arrived in Salt Lake City in September 1861. Mary and her family also came to the United States but it is not known when or where they settled. The Davies children saved up their money so they could bring their parents to join them in the Salt Lake Valley. Along with 775 other Saints, John and Elizabeth sailed to New York on the ship Cynosure and arrived in New York City Harbor on July 19, 1863. We can learn more about their voyage to the United States from the history of another passenger aboard the Cynosure, Hannah Molland Byington; “Shortly after the ship left England it was stopped because of no wind. For three days the ocean was so quiet they could almost see the bottom. The Saints aboard held a meeting and in prayer, they asked the Lord to cause the wind to blow. Their prayers were answered and the next day the ship sailed on. They had favorable winds for sailing for several more days.” Many of the passengers became seasick. There was a measles outbreak and some of the passengers died and were buried at sea. Their drinking water on the ship became stale and was rationed. They ate bread called “hard-tack”. They slept in bunks in little cabins. From the history of Hannah Molland Byington we also learn that; “A storm came up suddenly one day and they all rushed down to their cabins. The port holes were closed up. For three days they were locked in their cabins with no air, no light and no cooked food - just hard-tack.” “The trunks bumped from one side of the cabin to the other, so they couldn't sleep. The ship tossed and rocked so much they were afraid of falling from their bunks. The wind was so strong that the captain had to let the anchor drag to keep the ship from going backward. When the storm was over they went out on the deck. The waves were still strong enough to almost wash them overboard.” Finally after six weeks on the ocean, land was spotted and everyone onboard shouted and cried for joy! It was a beautiful sight to see land after only seeing the ship and the ocean all those weeks! In another account by David M. Stuart, he wrote about the ship coming near icebergs, the measles outbreak, deaths, births, and weddings that also took place on this journey. He remarked that even with all the things that had been suffered, the voyage, “on the whole, although rather long, has been a very pleasant one.” The following is from Hannah Molland Byington’s history; “For those who were going to Zion the trip was not over yet. From here they journeyed to the Mississippi by train. The train cars had no comforts, no upholstered seats. They had no water and so every time the train would stop they would get off and fill everything they could from the railroad tanks. On and on, day and night they rode until they came to St. Louis. Here they were having an outbreak of cholera. Some of the Saints died here and had to be buried along the way. From here they went on a steam ship across the Mississippi River and up the Missouri River. Their destination was Florence, Nebraska.” While crossing the plains on their way to Utah with a team of oxen, Elizabeth came down with typhoid fever. She didn’t recover from the illness until sometime after their arrival in Salt Lake City. By an account given from the record of George Hadley, another passenger aboard the Cynosure, we have an idea of which company John and Elizabeth may have traveled with to Salt Lake City. He said, “The ship’s company was divided in two companies [which were] Captain John W. Woolley’s Company and Captain Thomas E. Ricks’ Company”. These companies arrived in Salt Lake City between the third through the eighth of October, 1863. John and Elizabeth joined their family members in Salt Lake City and settled in the Sugar House Ward. A lot of their belongings that they brought with them from Wales had been lost. John and Elizabeth took out their endowments and were sealed on August 25, 1866 in the Endowment House. Elizabeth’s father, John Cadwallader, died in March of 1869, in Manorbier, Pembrokeshire, Wales, about three years after John and Elizabeth left Wales. While William George Davis was on his mission to Great Brittan, both John and Elizabeth died. Elizabeth died May 24, 1881 in Sugar House (Salt Lake City), Utah and John died September 26, 1881 in Salt Lake City, Utah. Both are buried near their daughter-in-law, Esther Harrison Davis, wife of William George Davis, and seven of William and Esther’s children in the Salt Lake City Cemetery. Sources: 1. The Histories & Mission Diaries of William George Davis by Phil E. Davis 2. John Davies & Elizabeth Cadwallader History by Bessie Clark Butterfield 3. Census Records for Wales, 1841, 1851, 1861 4. Census Records for Utah, 1870, 1880. 5. Mormon Immigration Index-Ship List for Cynosure, July 19, 1863 6. Salt Lake City Cemetery 7. Alice Davis (Davies) Crane Diary 8. Deseret News Death Notice, Oct 10, 1881 9. International Genealogical Index (IGI) 10. Ancestral File ® 11. Letter from David M. Stewart-May 31, 1863 12. History of Hannah Molland Byington by Fay Byington 13. Record of George Hadley by Mary Ann Hadley 14. Sugar House Ward Membership Records 1876-1917 Microfilm #26792
Mar 10, 2007 · posted to the surname Davies
Unknown User The History of Mary Ann Lightner Smith Mahoney Written and compiled by Anjanette S. Lofgren, A 5th great granddaughter, Member of Daughters of Utah Pioneers, Utah North Company, Warm Springs Camp January 6, 2007 Mary Ann Lightner was born June 18, 1803, in Carlisle, Cumberland, Pennsylvania (1). She was the daughter of James Lightner born abt 1778, and Mary Ann born abt 1781 (1, 9). Mary Ann married Christopher Smith around 1827 (9). Some accounts say that Mary Ann had three daughters, Sarah Ann Smith (2, 9, 10) born July 22, 1828 in Carlisle, Cumberland, Pennsylvania, Eliza Jane Smith (9) born abt 1830 in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, and Eva Ann Smith (9) born abt 1832 in Pennsylvania. Mary Ann’s husband was a stagecoach driver who would drive the stagecoach to and from Cumberland County, PA and York County, PA (2). One day he didn’t return home and Mary Ann was very worried. She went to York County to look for him and was directed to the home of a woman there. She knocked on the door and when the woman opened it, Mary Ann inquired about her husband. The woman informed her that she too was the wife of Christopher Smith and that he had been seriously injured in a stagecoach accident. He was too ill to speak. The two women consoled each other and both cared for him until he died a few days later. After the funeral Mary Ann returned home to her little girls. She was very handy at nursing, so managed to make a living for herself and family at that vocation. A few years later she met and married Bartholomew Mahoney who was a silversmith (14) and a farmer (2). He proved to be a very good and considerate husband. They had a number of cows that Sarah Ann would milk (2). They first learned about the Mormon Church while living in Pennsylvania and even had a Mormon Elder stay overnight with them (2). Later the family moved to Ohio (2) and then to Nauvoo, Illinois, also called by the Saints, "Nauvoo, the Beautiful." Bartholomew was baptized in 1842 (11). Mary Ann and Bartholomew were able to take out their endowments in the Nauvoo Temple on February 2, 1846 (1, 3). Bartholomew and Mary Ann lived in Winter Quarters, Nebraska, and were in the Winter Quarters 3rd Ward. Their bishop was Bishop Levi E. Ritter. They are also on the branch records for the Garden Grove Branch in Decatur, Iowa and Pleasant Valley Branch in Council Bluffs, Iowa (16). In 1843 Sarah Ann married George Frederick Hamson in Nauvoo (9). By 1850 they had three young sons and lived next door to Mary Ann and Bartholomew in Council Bluffs, Iowa (17). On June 6th, 1852, Mary Ann and Bartholomew left Council Bluffs, Iowa for Utah with the David Wood Company. There were about 288 individuals and about 58 wagons in the company. They arrived in the Salt Lake Valley sometime between September 20 - October 1, 1852 (4, 5). The Hamson’s crossed the plains in 1851 (5). It is unknown what happened to Mary Ann’s other children. They lived in Weber County for a short time and were there in 1856 (6). They moved to Lehi, Utah (14), and by that time, Bartholomew had been called to be a High Priest. They were in the Lehi Ward, Utah Stake, where their membership records were received on Dec. 18, 1857 or 1859 (7). Their Bishop was David Evans, whom they were most likely acquainted with while living in Nauvoo (15). They lived in Lehi during an exciting time when new converts were moving in, the completion of a new meetinghouse, and the arrival of Johnston’s Army (15). Sarah Ann Smith Hamson received word that her mother was living in Lehi and made the long trip from Brigham City to visit her. Upon her arrival, she learned that her mother had died (2). Mary Ann had died by Oct. 1862 in Lehi, Utah (7). She was probably buried in the Old Lehi Pioneer Cemetery. Many pioneers who were buried there were later moved to the City Cemetery to make way for the Railroad (12, 13). It is unknown if she and Bartholomew were moved to the new resting place or if they are still buried the Pioneer Cemetery. Bartholomew died on Sept. 29, 1862, in Lehi, Utah (7, 8). Sources: 1. Membership of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints:1830-1848 2. History of Sarah Ann Smith. Author unknown. 3. Nauvoo Temple Endowment Name Index 4. 1852 State Special Census of Iowa 5. Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868 6. 1856 Utah Statehood Census Index 7. Lehi Ward, Utah Stake, Record of Members, Book A, Library No. 18179, 1856-1876, pg 82, line 8. 8. Deseret News Weekly Death and Marriage Notices, Oct 15, 1862, FHL US/CAN Film 0026589, item 1c 9. Ancestral File ™ 10. Family Records 11. International Genealogical Index 12. Lehi City Recorders Office 13. Daughters of Utah Pioneers Lehi Pioneer Cemetery Monument 14. 1860 Utah Census 15. Lehi: portraits of a Utah town 16. http://www.earlylds.com 17. 1850 Iowa Census
Feb 07, 2007 · posted to the surname Lightner
Unknown User Biography of Elizabeth Baird Fowers Came to Utah in 1866 Written by her daughter, Elizabeth Ann Fowers Phillips Of Camp No.2 Of Daughters of Utah Pioneers Provo, Utah Elizabeth Baird Fowers was born March 14, 1855 in Greenock, Renfrenshire, Scotland the daughter of John Baird and Elizabeth Marshall Baird of Greenock, Scotland. She lived here until she was ten years of age. This was a sea-coast town and well supplied with fish markets. The family liked fish. They used many kinds prepared many ways. There was no thyroid trouble with these people using deep sea fish. Her two baby brothers were born here, John and Joseph. They died in infancy. Her father was a policeman and made a good salary from which they furnished their home with luxurious furnishings and the family was well educated. Their home was built with thick stone walls and wide sills, where her brothers Robert and William stepped dance The Highland Fling and many other step dances of that day. Her parents heard the Mormon missionaries preaching and investigated. Soon they were saving and working to immigrate to Utah. Her two elder brothers were working also and living in other towns. In June, 1865 she with her parents, a sister Ann and brothers Robert and William and James left Liverpool, England in an old sailing vessel named Bellwood. It had been used as a freighter, but fixed up with bunks and pressed into service as a passenger ship. The crew and passengers were afraid it would sink before they reached New York. There were 700 Mormons aboard and they held meetings and prayed for their safety. It took weeks to make the voyage and sank on the return trip. They were all rationed flour, salt, bacon, and hard-tack each day. The mother was given her allowance, and she prepared it and gave to the cook. When it was cooked she would bring it to her for her family. They were hungry during the entire voyage. An old lady died on ship-board. She was sewn in a sheet with a ball of steel at her feet. A prayer was offered and then threw overboard. The ship leaked and the passengers would hear the captain call his men to man the pumps. When they arrived in New York the passengers offered prayers for the preservation of their lives. They went from Castle Gardens and to Williamsburg. The ferry was $3 each. They rented a home from a Mrs. Johnson a widow. It was just after war and there were many widows, each trying to make a living for their families. Grandfather Baird and two eldest sons Robert and William worked to earn enough to continue their journey to Utah. They lived here fourteen months, the three younger children attending school where mother sang and danced in school plays. The manager of theatre saw her and tried to persuade her parents to let her train for the stage and perform in the play “Mistletoe Bough”. They refused as they were preparing for their long trek west. It was very cold during the winter and all their provisions were frozen. In the spring having saved what they thought was sufficient funds they left Williamsburg riding in cattle cars until they reached the Mississippi River. They took a river-boat and soon reached Council Bluffs, Iowa. Here they joined a party of emigrants leaving with Captain Chipman’s company they bought a covered wagon and three yoke of oxen which grandfather Baird drove across the plains with all the family’s belongings and they all had to walk. After a week with this company, Robert and William left to drive a fright train consisting of a number of covered wagons hitched together and pulled by six yoke of oxen at $40.00 per month, of which they only received part payment. The family traveled ahead of the freight train and didn’t hear from their sons until they arrived in Salt Lake City a few days after the family. They met where Hotel Utah now stands. During the trek in the evening when meetings were called mother’s family were asked to sing which they did, “Auld Lang Syne”. “By the Light of the Silvery Moon”, “Annie Laurie” and many hymns which cheered the weary travelers. Heber Giles and Joseph Moulton also Frank Fraughten were among the men driving oxen in this company from Omaha, Nebraska. Robert and William arrived October 6, 1866 when conference was in session. They were here three weeks. The Baird family again reunited. Jonnie Lee of Heber City moved them to Wasatch County. They lived here for three years and a baby girl Martha Jane was born February 14, 1867. Robert Baird a younger brother of John Baird lived on a farm south of Heber the reason mothers parents moved here. The winters were cold and warm weather seasons short. The family rented a two room house on the outskirts of town. Robert, mother’s eldest brother had bought a watch in New York and which he gave to Mr. McNaughten for rent. This house was on the bank of Dry Creek, later called Lake Creek. Sometime later they moved close to Heber City and bought a home from Bill Cole paying for it with a revolver, dress coat made Prince Albert style and some wheat they had raised at Center Creek on a farm rented from a Mr. Boss. The Indians stole part of their crop of wheat and they decided to move to Hooper, Utah. Grandfather bought a 20 acre farm on the brow of the hill overlooking the low lands and Great Salt Lake. Grandfather and sons built a house 18’ by 15’ hauled the green cottonwood logs from Ogden Canyon. The door, two windows and flooring they bought in Ogden all of rough lumber. It had a dirt roof. They planted grain, corn, vegetables and berry bushes for fruit. The fences were made of black willows which grew along the banks of creeks. They paid $1.50 per load. The posts would grow and any branch they planted would grow which formed a hedge and made an excellent fence for many years. Each year the hedge was trimmed and used for firewood to cook with. While living here Robert married Sarah Eccles who was a sister of the late David Eccles, Utah Capitalist and Aunt of Marriner Eccles chairman of Federal Reserve and now of Washington D.C. After a few years the family moved to Wasatch County, bought a farm on Lake Creek about five miles east of Heber and farmed successfully. Mother learned to wash wool, card to make batts for quilts, to spin the yarn and knit their stockings and many jackets. She made soap from fats using water poured through wood ashes for lye. They also made candles from mutton tallow as it set harder than other fats with a cord string for the wick. Grandfather Baird was councilor to Benjamin Cluff of Center Ward and he walked about four miles to church taking bread for sacrament each Sunday. He furnished the bread as grandmother was dependable and made very good bread. In 1880 mother’s brother William married Janet Murdock and lived a short distance east from the family. Her sister Ann married Samuel McAffee. Mother and the two younger children attended school in Heber. Her teachers were Henry Chatwin, Mr. and Mrs. Elisha Jones and Jean Watson. Grandfather traded their clock for a cow as he could tell time by the sun. He always was an early riser. When visiting her brother Robert and family in Ogden a family wanted a nurse girl. Mother was recommended to Dr. Henry and wife for their two children. They took mother to their beautiful home in San Jose, California. Dr’s three grown daughters by a former marriage attended school. They were fond of mother and gave her their photographs and many of their lovely silk dresses they had discarded. The baby she tended was good natured and when she went to prepare his food the cook would give mother receipt which she used and gave to others. There was also a dining room maid whose work was to serve meals and keep the dishes in order. The family was served first and then the servants ate after. Dr. Henry was very strict and didn’t allow his daughters or any girls in the home to encourage boyfriends. When Dr. and Mrs. Henry came through Utah to inspect his mining properties, mother came with them. They tried to persuade her to return with them but she decided to stay home. It was a wonderful experience to live in wealth and she loved their refined family. Soon after, she met John Fowers who played the violin at parties and dances, and after visiting her at night he walked through the cemetery as it was the shortest way home. They were married September 16, 1874 by President Middleton in Ogden. Father built a comfortable two room home and mother kept busy making carpets and rugs, also crocheting dainty hand work. She enjoyed an attractive home. Their oldest child John was born February 7, 1876. When he was about three years old he fell in their well. It was about 5 feet deep and mother screamed and father’s brother ran, jumped down and brought him out alive. On July 12, 1878 Elizabeth was born and in 1880 they moved to Wasatch County and purchased a farm in Charleston, Utah with a two room house on it. One room had good board floor and shingled roof and the other room had a mud roof. The Indians would come and sit on the floor and ask for biscuits and other food. Mother gave generously of what she had, but was always afraid of them, especially when father was in the canyons hauling wood to burn and also poles to build fences with. He would be away two to three days on these trips with a team and wagon or sleighs. In this home Jessie was born, also William, who died when two years old. Martha was born here also. About 1887 father hauled logs from a saw mill and hired Jonas Anderson and brother to help build a new home. These men roomed and boarded with my parents all summer, building the five room house with a large attic and basement for vegetables and fruits. Father kept many hives of bees and mother preserved her fruit with honey. On September 16, 1888 father and mother took their four children in a covered wagon with a good team of horses to Manti, Utah and had their temple work done and their children sealed to them. Mother baked enough bread to last the entire trip as well as making all the white clothing the family wore while in the temple, September 19, 1888. It was the most beautiful sight we had ever seen with everyone in white. Mother taught us honesty and to do unto others as we would like to be done by. They had family prayers with each one participating which gave us courage and confidence in ourselves. Father was ward clerk for many years and mother took her children to church with them. In this new home five more children were born to them and we were blessed with plenty as father was a good provider and mother thrifty. They were ambitious and conservative and had a good dairy farm where we assisted mother to make butter later selling cream to a creamery in Charleston. A family named Simmons emigrated from Tennessee to Charleston and lived across the street from our home. They were very poor and mother would take food to them and teach the mother to prepare foods her way which was much different than in the south. They had a large family of ten children and when they were ill mother would take food to them cooked and ready to serve. She also gave them clothing to wear during the long cold winters and assisted nursing during sickness giving them care they needed. A few years after father died mother sold the farm and moved to Provo, Utah where she lived the remainder of her life except the winters she spent in California with her brother William and wife and sister Jane. Mother made her home in an apartment in her youngest daughter Mary F. Dangerfield’s home after Mary was married, until her last illness when I brought her to my home, so my sister Jessie and I could give her constant care. Mother enjoyed the companionship of her children and they loved her and felt free to reason or persuade her to accept their views. She felt if her family lived good lives, they would be better prepared to fill responsibilities placed upon them. She was the mother of ten children. She was of a retiring quiet nature and was loved for her many acts of kindness to those less favored. Apostle David O. McKay was a close friend of her brother Robert Baird and was the main speaker at Roberts Services. He talked of his clean habits, immaculate appearance and personal pride which was a family characteristic. Mother’s charm and gracious personality remained alive to the end of her long life. Her lovely voice was and inspiration to her family. She and father sang duets together in church and at parties and encouraged their children to sing. During her last illness she joined us in singing the songs and hymns she had loved. We clipped a lock of her black hair from the back of her head a week before she died. She always had beautiful hair. She served as a Relief Society teacher in Charleston and Provo many years, read the newspapers and was interested in current affairs, listening to radio and chats with her neighbors and relatives. She related to her family the hardships of early days especially when she walked across the plains at eleven years of age. She died June 14, 1933 honored and respected by all her friends and family.
Jul 21, 2005 · posted to the surname Fowers
Unknown User History of William Marshall, John Baird & Robert Marshall Baird Grandparents of Florence Baird Petree Lambert. Sent in by Delores Camp Of Daughters of Utah Pioneers, 15 September, 1960. For the purpose of refreshing my memory, and for the benefit of those who may at times be interested in learning of some of the golden experiences of the pioneer days, it now gives me pleasure, through the gracious goodness of the Almighty in the preservation of my life through the natural course of things, for more than 77 years, to bear record of the memories and goodness of the Lord unto me; and to testify to some of my personal experiences in bringing about the Lord’s purpose in this part of his vineyard. The first thing I can think of in my life is when I was three years of age. My grandfather, William Marshall, my mother’s side, was about fifty-five years of age; I think he was a soldier, and had just arrived from the war; he had been in battle of Waterloo; he used to tell me little stories about the war, and sing to me, nice little songs; I loved him very dearly. He was a short stubby little man, about five feet three inches tall; he used to tell me the bullets used to go over his head in the battle. My grandmother was very kind to me; I remember the house they lived in was only one room with fireplace. The floor was clay and white-washed every day and kept scrupulously clean. The roof was a thatched one. The location was a town named Rutherglen, out of Glasgow, Scotland. A little later, perhaps a year, I was playing around the house when the word came that my grandfather William Marshall, was dead, and I cried like to break my heart. Some time after, perhaps a year, I took sick with a fever and can’t think of anything more of those days. The first mention of the name Baird is contained in an old tradition preserved by the Baird family. It states that William the Lion, when hunting, in the southern part of England, was lost from his companions and being suddenly alarmed by a boar, called for help, a man called Baird arrived on the scene and killed he beast, and for this service the King gave him a large portion of land and bestowed upon him a Coat of Arms. On the coat of arms are blazoned a boar on shield and crest, which sustains the tradition. The founder of the Baird family in America was Lieutenant Baird, who came from Ayr, Scotland, arriving in this country after 1730. He was active in Pennsylvania settlement as early as 1758. He married Catherine McClean, Of Chester Co., Pennsylvania. There is a tradition that the father of John Baird held a omission in the British Royal Army and took part in the expedition against Canada. He later returned to Scotland, where John, the immigrant was born. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The story of Robert Marshall Baird, as told by himself when 80 years of age. I was born in Glasgow, Scotland, at the head of the Glasgow Green, in Lanarkshire on the 23rd of November in the year 1845. When I was about seven years of age my parents moved to Greenock, Scotland, a distance of about 22 miles, where my father got to work in the ship building yards as a riveter. Then when I was about 8 years of age he got me a job in the steel ship yards to blow the bellows for heating the rivets. I worked at that business for about four years, then I worked for about two years at different kinds of work, then my father got me work in Thomas Shaw’s sheet metal works, where he bound me as an apprentice for six years, to learn the tin-copper-smith and gas fitting trades. Along about this time I was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. I was baptized in the river Clyde near Greenock; after which time I became very active in the church work. After some time, perhaps a year I was ordained a Deacon and was agent for the Millennial Star; I also collected, and was a treasurer for the poor fund. About that time I met a young man by the name of John Ritchie, and made a companion of him for several years, during which period of companionship we loved each other very devotedly and upon all occasions of pleasure and duties belonging to the Latter-Day Saints gatherings of all kind, and sometimes going together to Glasgow to sing at social gatherings. I remember on one occasion we were invited to sing in Glasgow. I was to sing an Irish song, and in going up on the platform, the heel of my shoe fell off and caused great laughter in the audience; of course I laughed also and the people thought it was intended for a joke. Well we all had a fine time singing and dancing till six A.M. and we went home with the girls in the morning. Later on that day we returned home to Greenock. In the spring of 1863, John Ritchie and his mother were preparing to immigrate to Utah. I grieved very much at the thoughts of him leaving me, so I made up my mind to go with him and sent a deposit of one pound to the Liverpool office, as that was demanded sometimes before sailing and paying for your full passage, in a little trunk which I got for the purpose, and kept it under lock and key as I did not want father or mother to know I was going away, because I was afraid they would never come to Zion; but my parents were anxious to know why I kept my trunk locked always, so they opened it and found the secret and advised me not to go that season and they would go next season; but when next season came, they were unable to go, but as they knew I (was) determined to go, they gathered money enough, and in 1865 the Baird Family emigrated to America. However, I left them about two months before they left Greenock and went to Liverpool; arriving there about dark I stayed at a hotel all night and the next morning I started out to find work and found it with an old man who carried on a business if tin-smith and gas fitting. I worked for twenty two shillings per week. After working a week with him he raised my wages to two shillings per week more. I stayed with a family, Mr. Holland by the name, who had a son and two daughters; this family was Latter-Day Saints and good people. Later, about one month, my brother William came to Liverpool and stayed with me until my parents came. In about another month my parents came with the family, comprised of Ann, James, and Elizabeth; that was in the year 1865. Soon after getting ready, we embarked for America aboard a wooden ship (sailing), called the Bellewood, with about five hundred Mormon emigrants bound for the Land of Zion. The Mormon people in the old country were counseled by authorities in Salt Lake City to leave Babylon and come as far their money would take them, so Mormon people who came at that time stayed in New York and some located in some other states until such time as they were able financially to come to Zion. Well, we made the trip across the ocean in twenty-eight days, landing in New York, at Castle Gardens where the emigrants landed and where their baggage was left until they went out to change their foreign money into American money and get properly located. So my parents decided to settle in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, where father got work in a boiler shop, and my brother William, being a tailor, got a job in a tailor shop pressing clothes. While I got work in Taylor and Kitchems great tin factory, on Union Avenue in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. They employed about 1000 men; the manager treated me very well, and gave me very fine work to do, as it was our object and aim to go to Utah, we saved enough money to do so by putting our money together; so in the following year we got ready to cross the plains and reach Salt Lake Valley that year, 1866. So about the first of June we entrained for the frontiers of Wyoming and going by way through Canada, which took us about two weeks to reach the frontiers. The place where we camped was called Wyoming, about six miles from Nebraska, up the Missouri River. We camped there until the Ox teams arrived from Salt Lake City to take us across the plains. Sometime about the first of July everything was ready and we started over the plains in Captain Chipman’s train of ninety wagons, sleeping at night on the ground and listening to the wolves howling all around us (it was something new to us but we got used to it in time, and were never lonesome). Sometimes we would travel about 8 miles or ten or twelve miles in a day but never more. The Captain always rode ahead of the train on horseback, to find a good camping place, that is, a place where there was plenty of grass and water for the cattle. Sometimes the Indians were very troublesome in trying to steal our cattle. So there were herders sent out to watch them all night and we had to take our turns herding. When we came to camping place we were generally very tired but we had to rustle around and gather chips or wood or whatever we could get to make a fire to cook on. One of us would get fire kindling and another get water and so on. Each had to take his turn in doing things. After meal times, the dishes were washed and put away in the wagon, and in the evenings, very often after supper, we would have a dance. There was always someone who would plat the fiddle or someone would sing a song or tell a story, or preach a sermon, so the evenings were well spent in this way till bedtime who was nine P.M. In the morning the bugle sounded about day break, then we got out of bed, washed and got breakfast, washed dishes and off again, and so on every day. On one occasion, about 200 miles from starting point there was a large Ox team train. They were all double wagons and heavy loaded, bound for Montana by way of Salt Lake City. The Captain of that train came and asked Captain Chipman of the Mormon train if some of the young men in his train would take a job to drive team for him at $30.00 per month. Mr. Chipman told him yes, if they wanted to, so my brother William and myself and seven other men joined this train, one of the men took his wife with him, a man by the name of Samuel Pike; making nine Mormons all told. The Captain of this Ox train promised faithfully to pass and re-pass the Mormon train as often as convenient, so we could see our parents occasionally, but he broke his promise and as soon as he came to a cut-off he took it and went on what they call the Pool Creek Route, we never seen the Mormon trail again. Of course, when we found out that he broke his promise and took another road, we all felt very bad and down hearted on account of not being able to see our parents anymore, and the teamsters were all Mexicans and could speak no English, and as we eat by ourselves these Mexicans would throw chips at us to provoke us to the extent that we made up our minds all together to leave this gentile freight train and travel by ourselves through the mountains and over the sandy deserets; so when we came to the North Platt River, we seven of us left the train and traveled alone. When the captain, Big Jack Ryan, as he was called, overtook us he pulled one of his revolvers from his side belt, ordered us to return to the train and snapping his great black snake whip thinking to scare us but failed to do so, then returned himself without us, his bluff did not work, so we kept on traveling, lying down at night where ever night found us and expecting all the time to meet hostile Indians. However we were very fortunate in not seeing any; although sometimes we were very hungry, having to travel very far perhaps all day, without anything to eat or drink. On one occasion we got a little flour from a home stage station. These stage stations were fifty miles apart. We got some flour from them, wet it to make a dough, rolled some of it around a piece of stick and baked it in a fire made from buffalo chips, it was very sweet to eat. We kept traveling till our shoes were through, then we had to walk bare-foot and the going in daytime was very bad on account of the heat of the sun and no shelter, especially traveling through Big Sandy Desert. We journeyed this way till we arrived near Green River, perhaps about fifty miles from it. When we overtook another Ox train bound for Salt Lake City. My brother and I and another one of the men hired with that train. So then we drove to Green River. In driving the Oxen through the water, the gravel came from under my feet and I was carried in the stream, below the cattle and was nearly drowned, but the Captain of the Ox train rode in the river on his mule and swore at me, telling me to catch on to the mules tail, so I caught hold of the mules tail and was pulled out of the water and was so sick I had to go in the wagon and lay there for two days to get well; and so we traveled along, arriving in Salt Lake City at 8 P.M., we drove into the eighth ward square, then a corral for camping of all the Ox freight trains that came into the city. This square is now occupied by the city and county building. After settling with the captain, my brother and I went up to the old tithing yard, as someone told us that the Mormon emigrants were camped there, so we lost no time in going there to try, if possible, to find our parents. There was a high stone wall around the tithing yard, and a double gate to admit team and wagon, and a small gate for people to enter. We got a permit to go in to see if out parents were there; in looking around the camp fires where many were cooking supper in the evening as was dark then, October 4th, 1866 about eight P.M. We caught sight of father cooking some bacon, and as we approached, mother caught sight of us; she jumped and throwing her arms around our necks, began to cry with joy as seeing us, for she had heard that the Indians had killed us. After supper we got ready and went to bed beneath the wagon, while father and mother slept in the inside with my two young sisters and one young brother, whose name is James R. Baird now of Heber City. My uncle Robert, who had come to Zion with John Riche about two years previous, lived in Heber City at that time and advised us to settle and make our home there, which we decided to do. So we moved our family to that place, and as it was fall, we had to get busy and work for the winter food supply. We got a job picking potatoes and sacking them, All our family worked, and soon had enough potatoes to last us all winter, but we needed bread and butter and as it was a new settlement everybody was poor and had very little to part with to anyone, but we followed the thrashing machine and gathered in enough wheat which we took to the mill got it ground into flour. I heard of a man by the name of Bill Reynolds, who had a team and wagon and would be willing to go out with me and go into the different farm houses and ask them if they had any pans or tin ware of any kind to mend. So we went to many settlements, camping out at night, and staying away for a week at a time and we came home loaded with many different kinds of products, such as butter, meat of all kinds, soap, cheese wood ashes and wool, also old iron, such as a shovel and an ax, an axel and they served me as tools. I would cut down oyster cans, put handles on them and trade them for anything we could get. I went out in other settlements soldering milk pans and any tin ware that was leaking. In this way I brought into the house all kinds of food, but there was no money to be had. We lived in a log house and as winter came on, we got busy fixing our log cabin trying to keep out the snow and wind. As we were unable to get firewood out of the canyon, we gathered sage brush and used that for firewood; it kept us busy firing up to keep warm as there was no windows or doors in the house; we had to put a blanket up at the window and door, and when February came, mother was confined and gave birth to my sister Jane, now living in Carey, Idaho. In the spring of 1867, it was rumored around, that a canal was going to be made to water the land ten miles west of Ogden, called at that time Muscrate, now called Hooper; also, that land could be had, by working on the canal, to be paid in land. One day I started on foot from Heber City with a little bread in a flour-sack to walk to McFarlin Settlement to put my name down on the canal. It began to snow when I got to the top of the Wasatch divide, and continued to snow all the way down Parley’s Canyon; but as I neared Salt Lake City, it commenced to rain, it was very muddy walking through Bountiful, Centerville, Farmington, and Kaysville until I got to the sand ridge; by that time it was getting quite dark, still raining and I was very tired. I lay down on the ground, and it rained on me all night; about dawn I heard the cock crowing and walking in the distance, all drenched with rain, reached the brow of the hill and there was a man milking cows; I entered the coral and approached the man, he said “where have you been? Come in the house and get a bowl of milk, and get warm.” After doing so I asked his name, he said James Richie. I asked the name of the Settlement, he said Morristown. After breakfast I left for McFarlin Settlement, about four miles away; I asked the first man I met where I might find Mr. Gardner, he answered “I am Mr. Gardner, and I am in a hurry; I am going to Salt Lake City, and will take your name and let you hear from me when I am ready to begin work on the canal. I returned to Salt Lake City with Mr. Gardner and on the way to we stopped at a farm to feed; and to my surprise found that a family of saints who had crossed on the same ship with me. On my arrival in Salt Lake City I secured work for a few days from Alfred Best, a hardware man; as there was no money I accepted some tools for my pay. I then returned by way of foot, with my tools on my back, to Heber City. As time past my father took up 80 acres of land on Lake Creek, so I was kept busy helping to get the land in shape to farm. I got a square and plumb-bob and began to survey for an irrigation ditch around the farm which took about a week, then I commenced to grub sagebrush and help build a cellar and get settled properly which took over two years and in 1869 the Union Pacific Railroad Company made a call for men and teams to go out and work on the railroad. Father, brother William and myself decided to go out and work on the Union Pacific railroad and earn some money as we hadn’t seen any since we left the States to come west. We found someone who had a team, which was at Bear River Wyoming, when we arrived there we found many men were already there waiting on tools to work with. Such as, shovels, picks, and scrapers, and as we had been waiting so long and all the time buying food on credit, we were getting very much discouraged as the summer was nearly gone. One day a man named Pharo, came into camp looking for a men to go out near Fort Bridger to dig for oil, so we agreed to take his offer and the next day we pulled out with him for the ground, Father commenced to dig for oil, I was selected to be cook and the others had to go up a hill and roll down rocks to build a warehouse to hold the oil; also to live in; as yet we had only a log cabin with a dirt floor and roof to live and cook in. One morning very early, on looking out of the door, I saw Indians coming toward our cabin all painted black; as they came nearer I could see that it was Indians all in single file and painted black, heavily armed and carrying long spears high in the air with ribbons on the ends. As they approached our camp one of them who could speak a little English said, putting to his mouth “something to eat”, so they all sat down in a ring on the ground, twelve of them and we gave them breakfast. After which they bade us good by saying they would come back on horse-back, which they did in about a week, and early in the morning, got breakfast and left. When they first came we thought our end had come because of their faces being painted black; every man in our camp, seven of us were as white as a sheet as we were four miles from the stage station and not a person within that distance. After working there several months until the snow fell, we returned to Bear River where a number of all kinds of merchants were locating to make a city, and many of them had built log houses and stores to put their dry-goods and groceries in. Father and I were offered $20.00 per day to work for them covering their roofs with straw and dirt. In this way we gathered enough money to buy a yoke of oxen. We let my brother William have them to work scraping on the railroad while father and I stayed working in Bear River City till we made enough to buy a span of mules, then we all went to work for the U.P Railroad scraping and made money, then returned home with one yoke of oxen and a span of mules and some money. When the spring of 1869 came we put in crops of wheat and potatoes. Later on there was a call for men to go out to the promontory to work for the Southern Pacific Railroad grading, so we started on our journey to the promontory and worked with our teams. After a few months we returned to our homes in Heber City to take care of the crops and get in wood from the canyons for winter. The Indians at this time were very hostile and at times came into the corral and drove away our cows or horses and frightened the people a great deal; so companies were formed to protect all property. I belonged to Captain J.M. Murdock’s company and was sent to fight the Indians and watch them, and if necessary drive them back. About this time President Brigham Young sent several leads of flour and other food supplies to the Indians after which times very peaceful, so we all came home and began harvesting our grain and stacking it up. This grain was raised at the mouth of Daniel’s Canyon, about four miles from Lake Creek. On one occasion my brother William and myself went over to that farm on Daniels Creek to stack up the grain, and we saw a number of Indians and their squaws thrashing out the grain; we were very angry at seeing the, do this and when we went to scold them they ran after us with a knife, so we had to run for our lives to get away from them.
Jul 21, 2005 · posted to the surname Baird
Unknown User History of Jabez Dangerfield Written by Anjanette Stone Lofgren A great, great, granddaughter March 10, 2004 Jabez Dangerfield was born on Friday, November 12th, 1841, in London, England to Thomas Dangerfield (born Sept. 7, 1799) and Caroline (Unknown) (born Dec, 5th, 1797). His family lived in London, England, and were Baptists. His mother joined the Mormon Church about 1848, but later left it because of some misunderstanding with some of the Elders. His father never did join the church, but was always a religious man. Jabez’s father “…was a leather lace maker by trade, and was the first one to sell leather boot lace in England. Both (his) father and mother were very good people, very kind and set a good example to all around” (Autobiography of Charles Denney Jr.). Jabez was the youngest of 9 children; John Buckwell (adopted?) b. abt 1812 d. 1814, Thomas b. Nov. 16, 1822, Charles b. Jan 23, 1825, Henry b. July 17, 1827, Mary Ann b. Aug 11, 1829, Eliza b. Sept. 7, 1832, Amelia (Emelia) b. Jan 4 1835, Martha Marie b. Aug 29, 1837, and then Jabez. Only six of them lived to adulthood. At the early age of 12 years, he was greatly impressed with the truths of the Gospel and would slip away in order to be able to attend the meetings. Jabez was baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ Of Latter-Day Saints about April 1st, 1854, in London, England. Later two sisters and two bothers joined the church and immigrated to the United States. When Jabez was 13, he and his friends, Mr. and Mrs.David Leaker, left England for the United States to join the Saints in Utah on a ship called “The Caravan”. The ship builders, Hall, Snow & Co., built the ship at Bath, Maine, in 1855. The Caravan left the Liverpool Harbor on February 14th, 1856, under the command of Capt. William A. Sands. There were 457 Saints aboard, presided over by Elder Daniel Tyler, historian of the famous Mormon Battalion, and his councilors, Elders Edward Bunker, Leonard I. Smith, and William Walker. The saints had several obstacles to overcome on their way to America. Storms and winds delayed the ship from getting under full sail until February 18th. The journey took about 6 weeks and was described as “prosperous, though stormy at times”. During the voyage, three children were born and one passenger died. One couple was married and the American flag was unfurled to celebrate. One sailor died during a storm. Those who expected to go forward started for Iowa City, while the others found temporary employment in New York and elsewhere. When Jabez and the Leakers landed in New York, they were short on funds and had to stay there until they were able to save the money for their journey west. Jabez found a job working for a Wholesale Drug Company where he worked for four years. Once the Leakers were in the position to leave New York, Jabez quit his job much to the regret of his employers. His employers were thinking of promoting him to a partnership in the business, but he considered his religion more important to him, and he left with his friends. They left New York by train, and traveled to Council Bluffs, Iowa. Jabez was 17 when he crossed the plains with the Horton D. Haight Freight Train, 3rd Company. They left Florence, Nebraska (now Omaha) on June 6, 1859. According to Alice Davis Crane, her husband, James, was “put captain over 10 wagons and there were 75 wagons in all.” Alice Davis Crane’s brother, William George Davis, who was 17 during this time period, was also in the Horton D. Haight Company. It was William George Davis’ great granddaughter, Carol Aileen Davis, who married Jabez’s grandson, Alma Dean Dangerfield, in 1945. The Horton Haight Company was a cattle train that used the Saints as Teamsters. After three long months, the company arrived in the Salt Lake Valley on September 1, 1859. He spent most of his time working for President Brigham Young, driving ox teams and other things, also freighting supplies into the Salt Lake Valley. He learned how to plaster walls and this became one of his trades. Later, he also helped supply drinking water for the saints by digging wells and worked on the irrigation ditches. Jabez married his first wife, Mary Ann James, on December 23, 1866, in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City. He was 25 years old and she was 22. When she was 11 years old, she and her family crossed the plains with the James G. Willie Handcart Company, which suffered many hardships. He father passed away before they came to the Salt Lake Valley in1856. Jabez and Mary Ann had 8 children together; Annie Lavina Dangerfield b.09 Jul 1869, Jabez William Dangerfield b. 17 Apr 1872, Martha Mae Dangerfield b. 27 Mar 1875, David Charles Dangerfield b. 27 Mar 1875, Mary Etola Dangerfield b. 18 Sep 1877, Ida Pearl Dangerfield b. 02 May 1880, George Ernest Dangerfield b. 28 Jan 1883, and Adam Vernon Dangerfield b. 19 Oct 1885. On August 2nd, 1883, Jabez took a second wife, Harriet Elizabeth Morris. They were married in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City. Harriet Elizabeth was 20 years old and Jabez was 42. Harriet Elizabeth’s family came to the Salt Lake Valley in 1862, where she was born the following year. Jabez and Harriet Elizabeth had 4 children together; Robert Wallace Dangerfield b. 13 Sep 1884, Abraham Clarence Dangerfield b. 03 Sep 1887, Ethel Ivy Dangerfield b. 19 Mar 1890, and Alma Moroni Dangerfield b. 03 Sep 1897. Jabez was not a public man, but whenever his services were requested he was always prompt to answer, doing much good among the sick, having a wonderful healing power for healing through administering. He was an honest tithe payer, often giving his last cent, but before he would reach home again someone wanting work done would stop him on the street. Jabez lived in Salt Lake City for 26 years. He moved to Springville, Utah where he grew sugar beets, potatoes, and other vegetables. He and his family raised pigs and chickens and would also slaughter them. He moved his wives and children to Provo and each wife lived in their own house with their children. Harriet Elizabeth lived at 986 West 3rd South, and Mary Ann lived at 244 West 3rd North. According to his death certificate, Jabez resided with Mary Ann when he passed away on January 3, 1927 at the age of 85.
Jul 21, 2005 · posted to the surname Dangerfield
Unknown User Maria Billings Linney Morris story Written by Arlene Pulsipher Hemsley Compiled from autobiography of her son Robert Morris, Histories of her daughter Harriet and grandson Fred. Transcribed by Anjanette Stone Lofgren Maria Billings Linney was born 12 Nov. 1806/1807 at So. Whitham, Lincolnshire, England. She was the only child of John Linney and Sophia Billings that I know about. Her parents followed a common tradition of giving a child for their middle name the maiden name of the mother. Nothing is known of her childhood until her marriage to John Morris in 1832. This was his second marriage and he had a small daughter. They made their home in Barrowden, Rutlandshire, where their eight children were born, five sons and three daughters. Their second son John only lived one year so the third son was also named John. Their other sons were Charles, Robert, and William. Their daughters were Emma, Harriet, and Louisa. About the year 1845 or 1846 an Elder of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints whose name was Thomas Smart went to work in Barrowden to take charge of Dyeing wool mats. Soon after he arrived he began to preach the new faith and Maria accepted the gospel with gladness and was baptized on 10 Dec. 1848, with her two sons Charles and John. Emma was baptized in 1849, in 1854 Harriet, Robert and Louisa were baptized. They had to go in the dark to the river that ran by the village so they might not be observed. William was baptized in 1857. Nothing further is known of William. John Morris, the father of the family was not baptized while living, although he was a friend to the elders and never objected to their presence in his home until an elder brought small pox into the home and had to stay there until he was well. Every member of the family had small pox at that time. They lived in a very poor neighborhood in Barrowden and all had to work to make a living. They cleaned and sold many pans of tripe in the more wealthy district. Tripe is made from the cow’s or pig’s stomach lining, cleaned, washed, cooked and seasoned, it was considered a very palatable dish. There were many factories in the area and all, even the children were allowed to work in them, Robert went to work in a leather dressing establishment when he was 13 years old. Possibly John and Charles worked there also as that is the work they did after they came to America. The children were also compelled to go to school part time. Maria and her daughter Harriet were seamstresses. Maria was a good cook and housekeeper and taught her children to do things proper. It must have been very difficult to save enough money to pay for their emigration to America but they did, John and Charles came to America in 1855 and 1856. They stayed in Cincinnati where they found employment. In the spring of 1860 Charles sent the money to England to pay for passage to America of Robert, Emma, and Harriet. Emma and Harriet had to stay in Brooklyn doing house work to earn enough money to finish their journey to Utah. Harriet worked for two years. Robert had enough money to go onto Cincinnati where his two brothers were working. Even though the proprietor of the factory favored Robert he still had a difficult time financially to earn enough over his board and room to go on to Utah. At one time the only job available was something that was very difficult to do without practice and Robert had never been able to do it successfully. One morning on his way to work he felt very impressed to get on his knees and pray that the proprietor would offer him a job. He knew if he could get the job he would be able to use the money to go on to Utah. He prayed and was offered the job and did it successfully, and was the first member of the family to make it to Utah. John married in Cincinnati and nothing more was heard of him. Charles married and had a family before starting for Utah. He with his family made the journey to Utah later. Harriet and Emma arrived in Utah in 1862. In the spring of 1866 Robert sent the money to England to emigrate Maria, his mother to Utah. She arrived on September 24th. Her husband, John chose to stay in England, family tradition has it that he did not want to leave his daughter Sara who never accepted the gospel. She was the daughter of John and his first wife. Nothing is said of Louisa but she was in Salt Lake City when she married in 1862. Maria was 60 years old hen she arrived in Salt Lake City, and she still earned her living going out to nurse sick people and doing the washing for families. She lived in Salt Lake City the rest of her life. She had very good health and never had a headache. At one time in the history of the church women without living husbands thought they needed to be sealed to someone. At that time Maria and all of her children except Harriet were sealed to George C. Cannon. I do not have the date nor do I know if that sealing is valid because they have all now been sealed to John Morris. Maria died 17 November 1889 in Salt Lake City. John Morris died in 1882. Today they have 7 generations of descendants, with a total of over 908 children, grandchildren, great grandchildren etc.
Jul 21, 2005 · posted to the surname Morris