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Job Welling
JOB WELLING
| Birth: | Jan. 9, 1833 Audlem Cheshire, England |
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| Death: | Mar. 7, 1886 Farmington Davis County Utah, USA |
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Son of John Welling and Mary Ann Key
Married Frances Elizabeth Yeoman, 6 Feb 1852, Portsmouth, Hampshire, England
Married Marietta Holmes, 12 May 1866, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Married Phoebe Louisa Holmes, 21 Dec 1868, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Married Emma Lucinda Holmes, 28 Apr 1875, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 1, p. 307
Job Welling, my grandfather, was born January 9, 1833 in the town of Audlem, Cheshire County, England. His father, John Welling was born in 1800, near Shropshire, England and his mother, Mary Ann Comer Welling at Cheshire, England. His brothers and sisters were Lemuel, John, Mary, David, Hannah, Thomas and Ann, all born at Audlem.
Job was an industrious lad. He, and his brother, Thomas, learned the tailoring trade. Tom heard the Gospel and after carefully examining its principles joined the Church and became a traveling Elder. One of his first converts was his brother, Job. Tom turned against the Church through some misunderstanding. Job, however, was ardent enough in his beliefs that he did not let Tom's actions influence him. He consented to be a traveling Elder and while on a visit to Portsmouth met Frances E. Yoeman, who later became his wife.
Two children, Job Jr., and Frances, were born but Frances died in infancy. Job was anxious to come to Utah, so on the 23rd of March, 1856, he, his wife, and child, sailed from Liverpool on the ship Enoch Train, arriving in Boston on May 1st. From here they traveled by railroad to Iowa, where on the 9th of June, 1856, they joined the first handcart company, under Captain Ellsworth, en route to Salt Lake City. Among those who died along the way was their nineteen months old son.
Grandfather and his wife stayed in Salt Lake City for two weeks then moved to Farmington where he immediately established himself in the tailoring trade, besides farming and carrying on his civic and Church duties. He was a member of the Nauvoo Legion. Five children were born to Job and Frances in Farmington, but three died in infancy. On December 29, 1865, Job's wife died leaving him the care of Willard Key and Annie Maria, their two small children.
On May 12, 1866, Job married Marietta Holmes, daughter of Elvira Annie Cowles Smith Holmes and Jonathan Harriman Holmes. She readily recognized Job Welling's fine assets, and also her heart went out to the children. On December 20, 1869, a sister Phoebe Louisa Holmes, became the third wife of Job Welling. Grandfather must have found "that something" in the Holmes girls for he asked the third sister, Emma Lucinda to become his wife. But it was not until just before he left in June, 1875 for a two years' mission to Australia that she gave her consent and they were married.
Job and his two companions, Thomas Steed and Jacob Miller received permission from Brigham Young to go by way of England so that they could visit with friends and relatives. They left Farmington June 16th and arrived in New York June 22nd. At 3 p.m., the same day they set sail for England. Jacob was seasick most of the time.
They arrived in Liverpool on July 5, 1875. Job did some sight seeing but his foremost interest was in looking up the family he had left some nineteen years ago. He found his sister, Mary, in the same house but she did not know him. Finally, after quite a lengthy conversation she exclaimed, "Job, is it thee?" Grandfather experienced much joy and pleasure in these reunions with his family. He wrote in his diary, "Father soon learned that I am at Mary's and he comes and takes me with his left (his only) hand and sways to and fro with emotion and says, 'Job, Job, I thought you were dead!'" Job visited the entire family and also friends and found that many of them had changed so that he could hardly recognize them. There was great rejoicing and a sad leave-taking. Before leaving, Grandfather visited his mother's grave. He also obtained all the genealogy he could on his family.
August 26th he left Liverpool en route to Melbourne, Australia, and arrived there fifty-two days later on October 20th. In his diary he gives a very interesting account of the peculiar manner in which the water behaved—the great mountains of water rising on both sides of the ship—giving the passengers a very insignificant feeling. He also tells of the unusual experience encountered when they came to the division of North and South, actually feeling the meeting of the tides which formed great ridges such as could be made by continual back-furrowing. This occurrence was entirely strange to most of the seamen. And, of course, there was much about their studying and preaching the gospel on the boat.
On his arrival in Australia there were myriads of problems awaiting him. He made many friends for himself and the Church. He was able to use his ability as a tailor while there in making suits for the brethren. Throughout his diary he expressed his love and devotion for his wives and children and his constant anxiety for their welfare.
On March 13, 1877 he was released. He returned by way of San Francisco and then by rail to Utah arriving home May 20, 1877, where he was warmly welcomed by his family and friends. He was now in debt quite heavily for missionary expenses so he immediately went to work to get it paid. He went into the merchandising and tailoring business and also owned some large tracts of land which he farmed.
On the 7th day of March, 1886, Grandfather Welling died of a heart attack. His survivors were three wives and twenty children. Although he was only 53 years of age at the time of his death, yet his accomplishments were many and varied.
In Grandfather's choice of the three Holmes sisters as wives he showed excellent judgment. While he was on his mission and at his death, the wives took over the responsibilities of providing, of disciplining and of managing very well. Grandmother Phoebe said when asked what they did when their husband and provider left, "What didn't we do! We taught school, did nursing, weaving, gardening and carried on the best we could. It was a pleasure even if there were hardships. I nursed all three babies and stayed at home doing the weaving and household tasks until the babies could be weaned. We had a carpet loom and I made carpets for all who brought their rags to be woven."
Grandfather, though in faraway Australia, had the responsibilities of his family very much in mind. He wrote them where to plant certain seeds and to whom to go for any assistance needed. They all seemed to share and share alike in the large family. The first wife, Marietta, was the righteous judge, being even tempered and serene of nature, and never favoring her children above the others. One of the sons, Milton H. Welling, in his tribute to his Mother said: "If these women ever had a disagreement I never heard of it. If a voice was raised in anger, I do not know it, neither did any other living man. There must have been many midnight conferences and anxious decisions, but at dawn we were on the march—always forward."
In Grandfather's letter were found some of these beautiful expressions: "Great waves racing, rolling, tumbling in and breaking into numerous small ones, and then arranging themselves again as in battle array—only to spend their fury upon each other, and again they are dashed to pieces." "The sea is almost smooth, and it waves as gently in the slight breeze as a field of tall timothy or red-top hay would before a light wind." "Our boat rides the waves like the queen of the seas." — Marjorie Welling Groesbeck
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Thomas John (1820-1890)
A SHORT HISTORY OF JOHNSTOWN – by Ethel John Roderick (daughter of Henry John)
The place we call Johnstown is located, at the North end of Portage; often called the
North string. I do not have the date of it's beginning, but it was the family of Thomas
John who settled there. They were as follows: Thomas and Margaret John who were the
parents; their children were- William, Charles, James, Levi, Henry, Ann, Mary Jane, and
Letitia.
Thomas had two wives - Margaret and Jane. Their homes were situated in this order - On
the extreme south and west of the road Letitia and William H. Gibbs built their home.
Nearer the road William had two homes just a short distance apart. Ann's home came next,
Then James had two homes a short distance apart, Then Thomas, the father's home. Henry's
home was next to this and a little to the north of Henry's home was Jane's home. Charles'
homes were next and to the north of the line was Levi's home.
These men all had families and there being as many children or more in Johnstown than in
Portage, they naturally wanted a school house built in the center of Johnstown, but the
people in Portage wanted it in Portage, so the John's gave in and the school was built in
Portage, But Henry taught in the log room that he had lived in. He and his father built
two long benches for the children to sit on. He had quite a nice sized school of boys and
girls - all Johns children. But it was decided it should be all one school, so Henry
stopped teaching and the boys and girls went to Portage. Most of the Johns people had
good singing voices, The majority of them loved to dance and play the fiddle, They were
talented and enjoyed life.
They were good religious people and extremely hard workers, and they were prosperous in
their labors.
For a number of years they went up into what is known as Middle canyon and cut the wild
grass which was plentiful and hauled it home to feed to their cattle and horses in the
winter. They all burned wood to cook with and to warm their homes, so they hauled wood
from the canyons.
The water from the springs in both North and Middle canyons was brought down to the
valley to irrigate the land.
You can see that the homes were quite close together as they were all built on the West
side of the road. I would think Johnstown was about 1 1/2 miles long. And it extended up
to the foothills to the West -- clear to the North end.
They all liked to own good machinery and harnesses for their horses. They liked their
cattle and horses fat. They built good granaries for their grain and sheds to protect the
animals from the cold. You can see they were the very best of people.
Johns town included the land from the hills on the West side of the valley to the Malad
River on the East. It is a lovely level country with good rich soil. At the present time
Henry John's grandsons own most of it- These grandsons are- Lorin John, Thomas Asael
John, and Henry Roderick, all industrious, hard working men.
The John’s people also planted trees, both for shade along the sidewalk and fruit trees.
"I am a long ways from being the oldest in the family so I don't know too much about
this- But I think we can all take our hats off to the memory of Thomas and Margaret John
and Johnstown."
I have heard it said that Thomas John planted the first wheat in Portage.
- Ethel J. RoderickSTORY
OF THOMAS JOHN AND FAMILY
Thomas John and his wife, Margaret Thomas, lived in a little town of
Mathry In Pembrokeshire, South Wales, with their family of nine children —
Phoebe, William, Charles, Ann, James, Levi, Henry, Letitia, and Mary Jane.
Thomas John was a very religious man. His mother died when he was just
a baby, so he was raised by his grandmother, Elizabeth Murrow Phillips. She
took a great interest in him and taught him to read at a very young age.
When he was six years old an old gentleman came to their home, and he asked
grandmother Phillips if the boy knew his alphabet. His grandmother quickly
said, "His alphabet, why he can read." The old gentleman said, "If he can
read a chapter from the Bible for me without a mistake, I will give the lad a
Bible for his own." Thomas immediately picked up the Bible and read a chapter
for him and did it so well that the man gave him a new Bible, at six years of
age.
They belonged to the "Independent Church." Thomas was very active in
this church. Ha was superintendent of the Sunday School, which had an
enrollment of about 500 people.
He was a shoemaker and a very good one. He had so much business that
it became necessary to teach it to his sons, William and Charles so they
could help him. They went from house to house and made shoes for entire
families, and also the servants in each household.
Thomas John Joins the Church
Thomas John, a humble shoemaker by trade, found it harder and harder to
give his family the things of this world. In his shop where he worked long
hours making boots for his selected customers, he had the time to listen to
the tales and reports of the people as they came into his shop. The timely
conversation was of the land of America and the opportunities that awaited
the immigrant. He listened while they told and retold of the prosperity of
this new world where s man who had a mind to, could obtain lands and
possessions unlimited. As he listened, he made a decision that he would go
to this new land of opportunity. So in 1848, he left his family and signed
as a cook on a ship to pay his passage and crossed the great Atlantic Ocean.
Disillusionment met him. Work was not as plentiful as he had been let
to believe. Then, to make matters worse, he took sick. He had a felon on
his hand. He found a little work in the iron works in Pennsylvania. Wages
were low, he was discouraged, and on every side be saw the marks of a new
rising world — vices and evil. He decided that America was too wicked a
place to bring up a family. Thoroughly discouraged, he returned to his
native land and arrived in Liverpool in the spring of 1849.
When he arrived at Liverpool, he met a group of men and women all fired
up with the prospect of going to America. They asked him many questions about
America but he tried to discourage them and stop them from going. They said,
"It makes no difference what you say, we are going to Zion. The Lord has
spoken to man again; he has restored the true and everlasting gospel in that
part of the world. It is Zion, and we are going."
Thomas thought, "Surely those people are crazy," for ha had seen
nothing but sin and wickedness.
He left them thus and returned to his home, but the more he thought
about it, the more he was impressed with what they had said. One day soon
after this, he was informed by his Aunt Mary Phillips, his mother's sister,
that she had joined this group of believers who were called Mormons. She
invited him to a cottage meeting. He attended this meeting and when a
friend asked what he thought of it, he said, "I don't know what to think.
There were some strange things transpired. He told of the prayers offered in
the meeting and of singing "Come, Come, Ye Saints" and "We Thank Thee Oh God
for a Prophet." Many stood up and bore their testimony to the divinity of the
Gospel. Then an old lady spoke in another language. She spoke a pure
Greek. When she sat down an old gentleman on the opposite side of the room
arose and spoke in English and gave the interpretation of what she had said.
It seemed the interpretation was perfect, yet he thought neither of them knew
one word of Greek. Both Thomas John and Mary Phillips knew that the gospel
light had entered their minds and were sure it was the Gospel restored again
in the last days. Thomas and his wife continued to investigate the
principles of Mormonism until they became converted. In the month of May
1851, be was baptized and confirmed a member of the church by Elder Phillip
Sykes, who was on a mission from Spanish Fork, Utah.
They were all baptized and as soon as they became members of the
Church, severe persecution was upon them. By working, saving and planning,
they were able to leave this persecution behind and immigrate to America.
The oldest daughter, Phoebe, had married James Cusworth and had moved to
London. She was lost track of but the rest of the family sailed for America
on April 16, 1861.
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Yes, business was good until he joined the Mormon church. When his
friends learned that they had accepted Mormonism, they left him. They
mistreated the children at school and threw mud at their door and even beat
the children at school, until the children had to be kept home. Of course,
that also affected the shoemaking business.
He struggled with the world to support his family, but now it seemed
that the world had closed every avenue of support against him.
When even his friends had turned against him, he was quite in despair,
so one day while he was working on his shoes in a room by himself, he paused
a moment and offered up a prayer. He said, "Father, if I have done wrong and
offended thee, please forgive me and let me know and I will retrieve my
ways." Immediately he felt a light resting on his head and he felt as if warm
oil was flowing down over him and all doubt left him. This heavenly feeling
continued to flow down over him until it reached his waist, when he felt a
joy unspeakable and he cried out, "Father, I am satisfied." His son Henry
said, "Father never doubted since that day."
They moved from place to place and continued making shoes, and as soon
as it became known that they were Mormons, they would be driven out. But they
continued until they had saved enough to come to America. They left Wales in
March 1861.
Their trip was indeed no pleasure trip, for they encountered many
severe difficulties on their way. They were 33 days on the ocean, which was
considered pretty good in those days. They sailed on the New York Manchester.
This was an old vessel and it sank soon after this trip.
The Civil War was on when they landed in New York, so they found plenty
of work making shoes, boots, knap sacks, belts, cartridge boxes and other
military equipment. They saved enough to pay their way to Winter Quarters,
Nebraska. After staying in New York about 14 months, they boarded an
immigrant train for Florence, Nebraska. The engineer hated the Mormons, and
consequently he was heard to say, “I'll send these Mormons to hell before
night comes." Shortly after this, a fire started in the baggage car and swept
throughout the train. What a sight it must have been seeing those poor
immigrants searching through that burning inferno to salvage at least part of
their belongings, so precious to them.
Thomas John recognized the carpet in which their belongings were
bundled, but it was almost completely burned. The only thing they saved out
of the entire bundle was a few balls of thread for sewing shoes.
They remained in Florence about 6 weeks, then were taken to Utah in
church trains. In their group there were 60 wagons and about 700 immigrants.
On their journey to Utah they were given rations of food, supplied by
the Church in Salt Lake City. Thomas advised his family to save as much of
their ration of flour as they could. He had heard that there was a trading
post somewhere along the way, and he thought inasmuch as their clothes and
bedding had all been destroyed, they could trade some flour for some buffalo
robes or Indian blankets.
Their captain, Mr. Miller, was very selfish and unfair, and when he
learned that they ware saving the flour, he told them that they could have no
more until they had used what they already had. He later took the flour from
them and when they arrived at the trading post, it was Mr. Miller who drove
away with the new buffalo robes rather than Thomas John. He had used their
flour to trade in. But Grandfather was heard to say, "1 will never grumble if
I can get to the valleys, even if I don't have a shirt to my back." His son
Henry said, "I believe Father kept his word for I never did hear him murmur,
though at times he surely had cause to do so."
They arrived in Salt Lake City October 17, 1862, and that very
afternoon they took off for Wellsville, Utah.
They arrived in Wellsville October 22, 1862. A conference was being
held there, and when Brigham Young saw the John family, he came over to their
camp and invited them to go to church with him. Thomas made the excuse that
they were too dirty and they had no clean clothes to change into, but
President Young said, "We're all dirty, " and he took his arm and walked off
to church arm- in- arm.
The meeting was held in a small building, a school, and it was so
crowded that the children had to stand outside. While they were standing
there, a Brother Maughan walked up to them and took them all to his home for
dinner. The dinner had been prepared for President Young, but for some
reason, be did not come. The children received the benefits from it. They
said they were quite embarrassed because they were dirty and Mrs. Maughan's
home was immaculately clean and she was dressed in the finest clothes that
could be bought in those days. She had a beautiful white table cloth on the
table. It had been months since this family had been privileged to sit
around a table to eat. It was a real treat for them.
A brother Rigby offered them a house to live in. H was 14 x 16 feet,
with a dirt floor and an opening for a window, but no glass in the window,
they were as happy as though it had been a mansion. They divided the room
off by hanging a sheet across the center. Henry and Levi slept on one side
and Letitia and Mary Jane on the other. Charles and William had hired out
to drive church teams to bring immigrants across the plains, and Ann and
James had also found jobs in Wellsville. They were willing to work and they
found plenty of it right then, threshing, digging potatoes, grinding sugar
cane, and hauling wood and doing housework.
There was a famine on flour in that area so they lived on potatoes.
They fixed them every way they knew — even ate them with molasses on them.
Thomas started making shoes again with what thread he had been able to save
from the fire. They had been there a year before they ever saw a dollar.
All the new arrivals in the valley had to be re-baptized. So, late in
November 1863, Thomas and his family, along with other newcomers, made their
way to the Cub River on a Sunday afternoon. It was a cold day. Frost was on
the ground. A hole was made in the ice and the sacred ordinance was
performed. Shivering and cold in thin wet clothes, they walked a mile back
to their log house and had a pleasant surprise awaiting them. While they were
away, a kind neighbor had come in and built a big fire of maple wood in the
big fireplace. As they had no clothes to change into, they had to stand
before the fire to let their clothes dry, but none of them caught cold from
the experience. Such were the blessings of the Lord manifest repeatedly in
this little family.
After 5 or 6 years in Wellsville, they, with several other families,
moved to Hay Town, later known as Portage, Utah.
Henry John tells how excited they were as they prepared for this
adventure. Henry was so eager to go with them but his father and brothers,
William, Charles, James and Levi left with the other families and told Henry
he would have to stay at home to help his mother with the work there. He
was about 15. But in September, his father informed him that now he could
come for they needed him to help haul fence posts to fence in the hay stacks
and make corrals.
He came over with Cumor Green who was coming over with ox teams. In fact,
everyone used ox teams at that time. They drove all day and he was anxious
to see his new home that he arose very early the next morning to look upon
his new home, but it was a disappointment to him — he was surrounded by sage,
wheat grass, and an abundance of alkali. One little log cabin could be seen
about a mile off to the south. It was the cabin of Jarvis Mansfield. He also
could see the crocked river meandering southward down the lonely valley. He
made up his mind if it was good enough for his father and brothers, it was
good enough for him. There were two long rows of hay stacks that were put up
in the old fort style. This was done on account of the hostile Indians.
This little colony put their hay up somewhat after the United Order system,
some mowed, some bunched, and others hauled it in. Each received amounts of
hay according to his labors.
This was called East Portage — Later they moved to the west side of the
valley for irrigation purposes.
Thomas John and his boys took up a Homestead on the north edge of
Portage. It reached from the foothills on the west to the river on the east,
and it was one and one-half miles long. About in the center of this they
built a house. It was a log house with a fireplace in it. It had a dirt
roof and a wheat bin on the west end of it. Thomas John and family lived in
this and raised their family there. They later built a brick house. The
brick house served three generations - Thomas John and family, Henry John,
and later Henry's daughter Rebecca Howell and family. Rebecca Howell's family
lived there until it burned down in the winter of 1931.
The original log house was later used for a horse stable and is still
standing at this time on the property of Thomas Asael John.
Thomas's married children settled all around him. North, of him was
Charles. He had two log houses for his wives. He also built a red brick
granary. It still is in use. This is the place that Thomas Parley John
later owned. It is now owned by Thomas Asael John. Next to this was Levi.
He had a two-story brick house. It still is in good condition. It is
owned no by Henry Roderick, a grandson of Henry John. On the south of Thomas
was the home of James, and next to him was Mary Jane, and then Ann. Farther
south, on the property that is now owned by N. James John, William lived with
his two wives, Sarah Ann Ashton and Mary London. Henry John lived on the
east side of the road, just east of his father.
The boys and their father worked together. When they ready to plant
their crops, Thomas called his boys together and prayed over the land,
invoking the blessings of the Lord upon it and asking his help in growing the
crop. Then majestically, he lifted a handful of soil, let it sift through
his fingers and uttered these words: "This is more than just dirt; it is a
piece of America, a small piece of America, where we can build our future.
Let us plant." And with that he thrust his hand into the sack, slung over his
shoulder, took out a handful of golden seed grain and, sweeping his arm in a
wide arc, began to broadcast the first wheat planted in the Malad Valley.
This land was called Johnstown in honor of Thomas John. It is still
owned mostly by the John family.
They worked hard to get the land in production and building homes.
They brought the water down from the canyon to irrigate their farms. They
also dug a canal to bring water from the Samaria Lake. They dug this canal
with oxen and mules, with pick and shovel, plows and scrapers, hard work and
honest sweat. In some places it was 23 feet wide and was 12 miles long.
Thomas John was a man of culture. He was interested in having schools
for the children. He provided a one-room building. He also built, by hand,
two benches and a long table for this room, and here was the first school in
Johnstown — just for the John children. He was the first teacher.
There was quite a discussion as to where to build the school house.
The Portage people wanted it to Portage and the Johnstown people, of course,
wanted to have it in Johnstown. It was built in Portage, about in the middle
of the public square. The school house that Thomas John built in Johnstown
was later used as a granary and has later been used as a home for some of
Rebecca Howell's children.
These families became prosperous farmers. They also took leading parts
in the community life and church activities.
William John owned the first team of horses to Portage. People came
from miles around to see them. It was quite a sight as everyone had been
using oxen and mules up to now. William also was a High Councilman in the
Stake. He was a good violinist and he played for the dances. Charles was a
good singer and step dancer. His wives also were good singers.
Henry was Justice of the Peace, a School Trustee, on the Stake Sunday
School Board, and he also filled a mission to California and to Great
Britain. He had a dairy farm up in middle canyon, where they made butter and
cheese. They kept the shearing crews supplied and sold some cheese and
butter to the store. He went back to Great Britain on a mission in 1898. He
records in his diary that he met many of his old friends and relatives that
he knew before he left there to come to America. He loved to write poetry,
and he wrote many poems while he was in Wales on his mission and while he was
home.
Thomas was a firm believer in temple work. He passed this testimony on
to his family, for we find that many of them have done a lot of temple work.
He married Aunt Jane in 1872. He provided for her a home just north of
his home. They all thought a lot of Aunt Jane, and she of them. But living
in polygamy presented a serious problem. I have heard my father tell how G.
grandfather lived in constant fear of the officers. At one time he was
working in the potato field when he saw some strange horses coming down the
road. It seemed they had fancy bridles, etc., so who else could it be but
the officers. He immediately dropped down in the ditch and, though it was a
hot day, he stayed there until be felt reasonably sure he would be safe to go
home. He knew that the officers meant business and they couldn't take any
chances.
Charles had a sad experience in his polygamous life. He was arrested,
and life became very sorrowful for his three families, for the law was
continually searching for him. It was finally agreed by the three wives that
they would abide by the law of the land (still knowing in their hearts that
God's law had been the best).
Agnes was very ill from a fall she had taken years before and she had
to walk on crutches. Elizabeth and Edith thought it best for Charles to take
Agnes with him so ho could care for her. Elizabeth was expecting her eleventh
child, so Charles waited until the baby was born. It only lived a few hours.
Then he gave to Edith and Elizabeth papers stating that he would never live
with them again. No doubt his heart was heavy as he had to leave his land and
his family, never to see them again. Many tears were shed as he bid them
goodbye and drove away.
He owned quite a lot of sheep and cattle so he left some for his wives and
took the rest with him. He took with him two covered wagons. With this he
and Agnes and their 8 children started out in search of a new home. Two more
children were born on the journey. His first new home was on the Portneuf
River. This did not seem to be what he wanted so he moved on from place to
place, finally settling in a little Mormon settlement in Mancos, Colorado.
Most of the there were, like Charles, getting away from the laws for living
in polygamy.
Their youngest child, Walter, become ill and had to be taken to Salt
Late City for an operation. Agnes and one of the older boys drove the long
road but the boy died. After the funeral, Agnes visited with her sister,
Elizabeth, who was now in Lava Hot Springs. One day while they were going
into town in a buggy, the horses became frightened and ran away, tipping the
buggy over, and Agnes was badly hurt and lived only a few hours. The next
year Charles started to Utah to visit his family and became sick and had to
return back to Colorado. Be died soon after of cancer of the stomach and
was buried in Mancos, Colorado, August 12, 1909.
William was also a polygamist. He took one family, Mary Landon, and
went down into Arizona. The other family, Sarah Ann Ashton, lived out near
the Utah-Idaho line. Scott Hall later bought this homo and now it is owned
by Woodrow Clark. William died in Arizona. His family settled in Arizona
and some of them in the Malad Valley.
James married three wives — Hannah Abbott, Mary James, and Emily
Mitten. He moved to Logan, Utah. He did a lot of temple work there and
his doors have been ever open to his nieces and nephews who have gore to
Logan to school. His family is scattered through Pocatello, Malad, Portage
and Logan.
Ann married Edward Smith. They lived in Portage for a few years and later
moved to Logan. Edward was a school teacher. He was the first teacher in
Portage.
Mary Jane married Joseph Hawkley. They later moved to Pocatello.
Levi married Mary Ann Hall and Ellen Greene. They lived as neighbors to us
most of his life, in Johnstown. They had a big lazy susan built in their
table so they could serve themselves when they ate. I well remember this
and how fascinating it was to me. He was a toll thin man. They moved to
Logan in his later years, where ho died.
Letitia married William H. Gibbs and lived in the south end of Johnstown.
Her family settled in or around Portage.
Henry married Margaret Rees. They settled in Portage.
Great Grandmother was called an angel of mercy. She was always ready to
leave her work and run to help with sickness. With the blessings of healing
in her hands she lovingly toiled among the people sharing her Joys, her
tears, and her song. No one knows how many babies she delivered, but it was
many.
She taught her daughters well. They could all do the household tasks
pertinent to girls at that time. They learned to take raw wool, clean it,
dye it, spin it into yarn, and then knit it into clothing. They knit their
socks and underwear and also made their dresses and suits for the men of the
family.
It was a sad day for all when Thomas John died January 25, 1890. He
died and was buried in the land that he loved so well, in Portage.
When Thomas married his second wife, Jane Greene, the two women lived
side by side and worked together for the common good of the whole family.
After G. grandfather died, his family was good to their mother and to Aunt
Jane. In reading Henry John's diary some common statements are: "Chopped
wood for mother and aunt Jane Aunt Jane sick, so we administered to her
today. . . . Killed a pig for Aunt Jane. . . . Ann was over from Logan today
to see Mother. . . . Mother went to Logan with Ann."
G. grandfather's life was always full of hope for the future. His hopes
wore always bright. He had kind words for all. It was his philosophy that
the mansions in his father's house were built to suit us all.
Written by Rosalia J. Smith, Historian for the Thomas John Family
Organization Presented at the annual reunion in 1965.
The place we call Johnstown is located, at the North end of Portage; often called the
North string. I do not have the date of it's beginning, but it was the family of Thomas
John who settled there. They were as follows: Thomas and Margaret John who were the
parents; their children were- William, Charles, James, Levi, Henry, Ann, Mary Jane, and
Letitia.
Thomas had two wives - Margaret and Jane. Their homes were situated in this order - On
the extreme south and west of the road Letitia and William H. Gibbs built their home.
Nearer the road William had two homes just a short distance apart. Ann's home came next,
Then James had two homes a short distance apart, Then Thomas, the father's home. Henry's
home was next to this and a little to the north of Henry's home was Jane's home. Charles'
homes were next and to the north of the line was Levi's home.
These men all had families and there being as many children or more in Johnstown than in
Portage, they naturally wanted a school house built in the center of Johnstown, but the
people in Portage wanted it in Portage, so the John's gave in and the school was built in
Portage, But Henry taught in the log room that he had lived in. He and his father built
two long benches for the children to sit on. He had quite a nice sized school of boys and
girls - all Johns children. But it was decided it should be all one school, so Henry
stopped teaching and the boys and girls went to Portage. Most of the Johns people had
good singing voices, The majority of them loved to dance and play the fiddle, They were
talented and enjoyed life.
They were good religious people and extremely hard workers, and they were prosperous in
their labors.
For a number of years they went up into what is known as Middle canyon and cut the wild
grass which was plentiful and hauled it home to feed to their cattle and horses in the
winter. They all burned wood to cook with and to warm their homes, so they hauled wood
from the canyons.
The water from the springs in both North and Middle canyons was brought down to the
valley to irrigate the land.
You can see that the homes were quite close together as they were all built on the West
side of the road. I would think Johnstown was about 1 1/2 miles long. And it extended up
to the foothills to the West -- clear to the North end.
They all liked to own good machinery and harnesses for their horses. They liked their
cattle and horses fat. They built good granaries for their grain and sheds to protect the
animals from the cold. You can see they were the very best of people.
Johns town included the land from the hills on the West side of the valley to the Malad
River on the East. It is a lovely level country with good rich soil. At the present time
Henry John's grandsons own most of it- These grandsons are- Lorin John, Thomas Asael
John, and Henry Roderick, all industrious, hard working men.
The John’s people also planted trees, both for shade along the sidewalk and fruit trees.
"I am a long ways from being the oldest in the family so I don't know too much about
this- But I think we can all take our hats off to the memory of Thomas and Margaret John
and Johnstown."
I have heard it said that Thomas John planted the first wheat in Portage.
- Ethel J. RoderickSTORY
OF THOMAS JOHN AND FAMILY
Thomas John and his wife, Margaret Thomas, lived in a little town of
Mathry In Pembrokeshire, South Wales, with their family of nine children —
Phoebe, William, Charles, Ann, James, Levi, Henry, Letitia, and Mary Jane.
Thomas John was a very religious man. His mother died when he was just
a baby, so he was raised by his grandmother, Elizabeth Murrow Phillips. She
took a great interest in him and taught him to read at a very young age.
When he was six years old an old gentleman came to their home, and he asked
grandmother Phillips if the boy knew his alphabet. His grandmother quickly
said, "His alphabet, why he can read." The old gentleman said, "If he can
read a chapter from the Bible for me without a mistake, I will give the lad a
Bible for his own." Thomas immediately picked up the Bible and read a chapter
for him and did it so well that the man gave him a new Bible, at six years of
age.
They belonged to the "Independent Church." Thomas was very active in
this church. Ha was superintendent of the Sunday School, which had an
enrollment of about 500 people.
He was a shoemaker and a very good one. He had so much business that
it became necessary to teach it to his sons, William and Charles so they
could help him. They went from house to house and made shoes for entire
families, and also the servants in each household.
Thomas John Joins the Church
Thomas John, a humble shoemaker by trade, found it harder and harder to
give his family the things of this world. In his shop where he worked long
hours making boots for his selected customers, he had the time to listen to
the tales and reports of the people as they came into his shop. The timely
conversation was of the land of America and the opportunities that awaited
the immigrant. He listened while they told and retold of the prosperity of
this new world where s man who had a mind to, could obtain lands and
possessions unlimited. As he listened, he made a decision that he would go
to this new land of opportunity. So in 1848, he left his family and signed
as a cook on a ship to pay his passage and crossed the great Atlantic Ocean.
Disillusionment met him. Work was not as plentiful as he had been let
to believe. Then, to make matters worse, he took sick. He had a felon on
his hand. He found a little work in the iron works in Pennsylvania. Wages
were low, he was discouraged, and on every side be saw the marks of a new
rising world — vices and evil. He decided that America was too wicked a
place to bring up a family. Thoroughly discouraged, he returned to his
native land and arrived in Liverpool in the spring of 1849.
When he arrived at Liverpool, he met a group of men and women all fired
up with the prospect of going to America. They asked him many questions about
America but he tried to discourage them and stop them from going. They said,
"It makes no difference what you say, we are going to Zion. The Lord has
spoken to man again; he has restored the true and everlasting gospel in that
part of the world. It is Zion, and we are going."
Thomas thought, "Surely those people are crazy," for ha had seen
nothing but sin and wickedness.
He left them thus and returned to his home, but the more he thought
about it, the more he was impressed with what they had said. One day soon
after this, he was informed by his Aunt Mary Phillips, his mother's sister,
that she had joined this group of believers who were called Mormons. She
invited him to a cottage meeting. He attended this meeting and when a
friend asked what he thought of it, he said, "I don't know what to think.
There were some strange things transpired. He told of the prayers offered in
the meeting and of singing "Come, Come, Ye Saints" and "We Thank Thee Oh God
for a Prophet." Many stood up and bore their testimony to the divinity of the
Gospel. Then an old lady spoke in another language. She spoke a pure
Greek. When she sat down an old gentleman on the opposite side of the room
arose and spoke in English and gave the interpretation of what she had said.
It seemed the interpretation was perfect, yet he thought neither of them knew
one word of Greek. Both Thomas John and Mary Phillips knew that the gospel
light had entered their minds and were sure it was the Gospel restored again
in the last days. Thomas and his wife continued to investigate the
principles of Mormonism until they became converted. In the month of May
1851, be was baptized and confirmed a member of the church by Elder Phillip
Sykes, who was on a mission from Spanish Fork, Utah.
They were all baptized and as soon as they became members of the
Church, severe persecution was upon them. By working, saving and planning,
they were able to leave this persecution behind and immigrate to America.
The oldest daughter, Phoebe, had married James Cusworth and had moved to
London. She was lost track of but the rest of the family sailed for America
on April 16, 1861.
* * * *
Yes, business was good until he joined the Mormon church. When his
friends learned that they had accepted Mormonism, they left him. They
mistreated the children at school and threw mud at their door and even beat
the children at school, until the children had to be kept home. Of course,
that also affected the shoemaking business.
He struggled with the world to support his family, but now it seemed
that the world had closed every avenue of support against him.
When even his friends had turned against him, he was quite in despair,
so one day while he was working on his shoes in a room by himself, he paused
a moment and offered up a prayer. He said, "Father, if I have done wrong and
offended thee, please forgive me and let me know and I will retrieve my
ways." Immediately he felt a light resting on his head and he felt as if warm
oil was flowing down over him and all doubt left him. This heavenly feeling
continued to flow down over him until it reached his waist, when he felt a
joy unspeakable and he cried out, "Father, I am satisfied." His son Henry
said, "Father never doubted since that day."
They moved from place to place and continued making shoes, and as soon
as it became known that they were Mormons, they would be driven out. But they
continued until they had saved enough to come to America. They left Wales in
March 1861.
Their trip was indeed no pleasure trip, for they encountered many
severe difficulties on their way. They were 33 days on the ocean, which was
considered pretty good in those days. They sailed on the New York Manchester.
This was an old vessel and it sank soon after this trip.
The Civil War was on when they landed in New York, so they found plenty
of work making shoes, boots, knap sacks, belts, cartridge boxes and other
military equipment. They saved enough to pay their way to Winter Quarters,
Nebraska. After staying in New York about 14 months, they boarded an
immigrant train for Florence, Nebraska. The engineer hated the Mormons, and
consequently he was heard to say, “I'll send these Mormons to hell before
night comes." Shortly after this, a fire started in the baggage car and swept
throughout the train. What a sight it must have been seeing those poor
immigrants searching through that burning inferno to salvage at least part of
their belongings, so precious to them.
Thomas John recognized the carpet in which their belongings were
bundled, but it was almost completely burned. The only thing they saved out
of the entire bundle was a few balls of thread for sewing shoes.
They remained in Florence about 6 weeks, then were taken to Utah in
church trains. In their group there were 60 wagons and about 700 immigrants.
On their journey to Utah they were given rations of food, supplied by
the Church in Salt Lake City. Thomas advised his family to save as much of
their ration of flour as they could. He had heard that there was a trading
post somewhere along the way, and he thought inasmuch as their clothes and
bedding had all been destroyed, they could trade some flour for some buffalo
robes or Indian blankets.
Their captain, Mr. Miller, was very selfish and unfair, and when he
learned that they ware saving the flour, he told them that they could have no
more until they had used what they already had. He later took the flour from
them and when they arrived at the trading post, it was Mr. Miller who drove
away with the new buffalo robes rather than Thomas John. He had used their
flour to trade in. But Grandfather was heard to say, "1 will never grumble if
I can get to the valleys, even if I don't have a shirt to my back." His son
Henry said, "I believe Father kept his word for I never did hear him murmur,
though at times he surely had cause to do so."
They arrived in Salt Lake City October 17, 1862, and that very
afternoon they took off for Wellsville, Utah.
They arrived in Wellsville October 22, 1862. A conference was being
held there, and when Brigham Young saw the John family, he came over to their
camp and invited them to go to church with him. Thomas made the excuse that
they were too dirty and they had no clean clothes to change into, but
President Young said, "We're all dirty, " and he took his arm and walked off
to church arm- in- arm.
The meeting was held in a small building, a school, and it was so
crowded that the children had to stand outside. While they were standing
there, a Brother Maughan walked up to them and took them all to his home for
dinner. The dinner had been prepared for President Young, but for some
reason, be did not come. The children received the benefits from it. They
said they were quite embarrassed because they were dirty and Mrs. Maughan's
home was immaculately clean and she was dressed in the finest clothes that
could be bought in those days. She had a beautiful white table cloth on the
table. It had been months since this family had been privileged to sit
around a table to eat. It was a real treat for them.
A brother Rigby offered them a house to live in. H was 14 x 16 feet,
with a dirt floor and an opening for a window, but no glass in the window,
they were as happy as though it had been a mansion. They divided the room
off by hanging a sheet across the center. Henry and Levi slept on one side
and Letitia and Mary Jane on the other. Charles and William had hired out
to drive church teams to bring immigrants across the plains, and Ann and
James had also found jobs in Wellsville. They were willing to work and they
found plenty of it right then, threshing, digging potatoes, grinding sugar
cane, and hauling wood and doing housework.
There was a famine on flour in that area so they lived on potatoes.
They fixed them every way they knew — even ate them with molasses on them.
Thomas started making shoes again with what thread he had been able to save
from the fire. They had been there a year before they ever saw a dollar.
All the new arrivals in the valley had to be re-baptized. So, late in
November 1863, Thomas and his family, along with other newcomers, made their
way to the Cub River on a Sunday afternoon. It was a cold day. Frost was on
the ground. A hole was made in the ice and the sacred ordinance was
performed. Shivering and cold in thin wet clothes, they walked a mile back
to their log house and had a pleasant surprise awaiting them. While they were
away, a kind neighbor had come in and built a big fire of maple wood in the
big fireplace. As they had no clothes to change into, they had to stand
before the fire to let their clothes dry, but none of them caught cold from
the experience. Such were the blessings of the Lord manifest repeatedly in
this little family.
After 5 or 6 years in Wellsville, they, with several other families,
moved to Hay Town, later known as Portage, Utah.
Henry John tells how excited they were as they prepared for this
adventure. Henry was so eager to go with them but his father and brothers,
William, Charles, James and Levi left with the other families and told Henry
he would have to stay at home to help his mother with the work there. He
was about 15. But in September, his father informed him that now he could
come for they needed him to help haul fence posts to fence in the hay stacks
and make corrals.
He came over with Cumor Green who was coming over with ox teams. In fact,
everyone used ox teams at that time. They drove all day and he was anxious
to see his new home that he arose very early the next morning to look upon
his new home, but it was a disappointment to him — he was surrounded by sage,
wheat grass, and an abundance of alkali. One little log cabin could be seen
about a mile off to the south. It was the cabin of Jarvis Mansfield. He also
could see the crocked river meandering southward down the lonely valley. He
made up his mind if it was good enough for his father and brothers, it was
good enough for him. There were two long rows of hay stacks that were put up
in the old fort style. This was done on account of the hostile Indians.
This little colony put their hay up somewhat after the United Order system,
some mowed, some bunched, and others hauled it in. Each received amounts of
hay according to his labors.
This was called East Portage — Later they moved to the west side of the
valley for irrigation purposes.
Thomas John and his boys took up a Homestead on the north edge of
Portage. It reached from the foothills on the west to the river on the east,
and it was one and one-half miles long. About in the center of this they
built a house. It was a log house with a fireplace in it. It had a dirt
roof and a wheat bin on the west end of it. Thomas John and family lived in
this and raised their family there. They later built a brick house. The
brick house served three generations - Thomas John and family, Henry John,
and later Henry's daughter Rebecca Howell and family. Rebecca Howell's family
lived there until it burned down in the winter of 1931.
The original log house was later used for a horse stable and is still
standing at this time on the property of Thomas Asael John.
Thomas's married children settled all around him. North, of him was
Charles. He had two log houses for his wives. He also built a red brick
granary. It still is in use. This is the place that Thomas Parley John
later owned. It is now owned by Thomas Asael John. Next to this was Levi.
He had a two-story brick house. It still is in good condition. It is
owned no by Henry Roderick, a grandson of Henry John. On the south of Thomas
was the home of James, and next to him was Mary Jane, and then Ann. Farther
south, on the property that is now owned by N. James John, William lived with
his two wives, Sarah Ann Ashton and Mary London. Henry John lived on the
east side of the road, just east of his father.
The boys and their father worked together. When they ready to plant
their crops, Thomas called his boys together and prayed over the land,
invoking the blessings of the Lord upon it and asking his help in growing the
crop. Then majestically, he lifted a handful of soil, let it sift through
his fingers and uttered these words: "This is more than just dirt; it is a
piece of America, a small piece of America, where we can build our future.
Let us plant." And with that he thrust his hand into the sack, slung over his
shoulder, took out a handful of golden seed grain and, sweeping his arm in a
wide arc, began to broadcast the first wheat planted in the Malad Valley.
This land was called Johnstown in honor of Thomas John. It is still
owned mostly by the John family.
They worked hard to get the land in production and building homes.
They brought the water down from the canyon to irrigate their farms. They
also dug a canal to bring water from the Samaria Lake. They dug this canal
with oxen and mules, with pick and shovel, plows and scrapers, hard work and
honest sweat. In some places it was 23 feet wide and was 12 miles long.
Thomas John was a man of culture. He was interested in having schools
for the children. He provided a one-room building. He also built, by hand,
two benches and a long table for this room, and here was the first school in
Johnstown — just for the John children. He was the first teacher.
There was quite a discussion as to where to build the school house.
The Portage people wanted it to Portage and the Johnstown people, of course,
wanted to have it in Johnstown. It was built in Portage, about in the middle
of the public square. The school house that Thomas John built in Johnstown
was later used as a granary and has later been used as a home for some of
Rebecca Howell's children.
These families became prosperous farmers. They also took leading parts
in the community life and church activities.
William John owned the first team of horses to Portage. People came
from miles around to see them. It was quite a sight as everyone had been
using oxen and mules up to now. William also was a High Councilman in the
Stake. He was a good violinist and he played for the dances. Charles was a
good singer and step dancer. His wives also were good singers.
Henry was Justice of the Peace, a School Trustee, on the Stake Sunday
School Board, and he also filled a mission to California and to Great
Britain. He had a dairy farm up in middle canyon, where they made butter and
cheese. They kept the shearing crews supplied and sold some cheese and
butter to the store. He went back to Great Britain on a mission in 1898. He
records in his diary that he met many of his old friends and relatives that
he knew before he left there to come to America. He loved to write poetry,
and he wrote many poems while he was in Wales on his mission and while he was
home.
Thomas was a firm believer in temple work. He passed this testimony on
to his family, for we find that many of them have done a lot of temple work.
He married Aunt Jane in 1872. He provided for her a home just north of
his home. They all thought a lot of Aunt Jane, and she of them. But living
in polygamy presented a serious problem. I have heard my father tell how G.
grandfather lived in constant fear of the officers. At one time he was
working in the potato field when he saw some strange horses coming down the
road. It seemed they had fancy bridles, etc., so who else could it be but
the officers. He immediately dropped down in the ditch and, though it was a
hot day, he stayed there until be felt reasonably sure he would be safe to go
home. He knew that the officers meant business and they couldn't take any
chances.
Charles had a sad experience in his polygamous life. He was arrested,
and life became very sorrowful for his three families, for the law was
continually searching for him. It was finally agreed by the three wives that
they would abide by the law of the land (still knowing in their hearts that
God's law had been the best).
Agnes was very ill from a fall she had taken years before and she had
to walk on crutches. Elizabeth and Edith thought it best for Charles to take
Agnes with him so ho could care for her. Elizabeth was expecting her eleventh
child, so Charles waited until the baby was born. It only lived a few hours.
Then he gave to Edith and Elizabeth papers stating that he would never live
with them again. No doubt his heart was heavy as he had to leave his land and
his family, never to see them again. Many tears were shed as he bid them
goodbye and drove away.
He owned quite a lot of sheep and cattle so he left some for his wives and
took the rest with him. He took with him two covered wagons. With this he
and Agnes and their 8 children started out in search of a new home. Two more
children were born on the journey. His first new home was on the Portneuf
River. This did not seem to be what he wanted so he moved on from place to
place, finally settling in a little Mormon settlement in Mancos, Colorado.
Most of the there were, like Charles, getting away from the laws for living
in polygamy.
Their youngest child, Walter, become ill and had to be taken to Salt
Late City for an operation. Agnes and one of the older boys drove the long
road but the boy died. After the funeral, Agnes visited with her sister,
Elizabeth, who was now in Lava Hot Springs. One day while they were going
into town in a buggy, the horses became frightened and ran away, tipping the
buggy over, and Agnes was badly hurt and lived only a few hours. The next
year Charles started to Utah to visit his family and became sick and had to
return back to Colorado. Be died soon after of cancer of the stomach and
was buried in Mancos, Colorado, August 12, 1909.
William was also a polygamist. He took one family, Mary Landon, and
went down into Arizona. The other family, Sarah Ann Ashton, lived out near
the Utah-Idaho line. Scott Hall later bought this homo and now it is owned
by Woodrow Clark. William died in Arizona. His family settled in Arizona
and some of them in the Malad Valley.
James married three wives — Hannah Abbott, Mary James, and Emily
Mitten. He moved to Logan, Utah. He did a lot of temple work there and
his doors have been ever open to his nieces and nephews who have gore to
Logan to school. His family is scattered through Pocatello, Malad, Portage
and Logan.
Ann married Edward Smith. They lived in Portage for a few years and later
moved to Logan. Edward was a school teacher. He was the first teacher in
Portage.
Mary Jane married Joseph Hawkley. They later moved to Pocatello.
Levi married Mary Ann Hall and Ellen Greene. They lived as neighbors to us
most of his life, in Johnstown. They had a big lazy susan built in their
table so they could serve themselves when they ate. I well remember this
and how fascinating it was to me. He was a toll thin man. They moved to
Logan in his later years, where ho died.
Letitia married William H. Gibbs and lived in the south end of Johnstown.
Her family settled in or around Portage.
Henry married Margaret Rees. They settled in Portage.
Great Grandmother was called an angel of mercy. She was always ready to
leave her work and run to help with sickness. With the blessings of healing
in her hands she lovingly toiled among the people sharing her Joys, her
tears, and her song. No one knows how many babies she delivered, but it was
many.
She taught her daughters well. They could all do the household tasks
pertinent to girls at that time. They learned to take raw wool, clean it,
dye it, spin it into yarn, and then knit it into clothing. They knit their
socks and underwear and also made their dresses and suits for the men of the
family.
It was a sad day for all when Thomas John died January 25, 1890. He
died and was buried in the land that he loved so well, in Portage.
When Thomas married his second wife, Jane Greene, the two women lived
side by side and worked together for the common good of the whole family.
After G. grandfather died, his family was good to their mother and to Aunt
Jane. In reading Henry John's diary some common statements are: "Chopped
wood for mother and aunt Jane Aunt Jane sick, so we administered to her
today. . . . Killed a pig for Aunt Jane. . . . Ann was over from Logan today
to see Mother. . . . Mother went to Logan with Ann."
G. grandfather's life was always full of hope for the future. His hopes
wore always bright. He had kind words for all. It was his philosophy that
the mansions in his father's house were built to suit us all.
Written by Rosalia J. Smith, Historian for the Thomas John Family
Organization Presented at the annual reunion in 1965.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Emma Lucinda Holmes
Emma Welling Dead
Mrs. Emma Holmes Welling, wife of the late Job Welling, died about 6 o'clock Tuesday morning, June 11th, 1901, of inflammation of the liver. She was taken sick the proceeding Saturday afternoon or evening. Prior to that, she appeared to be feeling extra well. She was conscious right up to her death. The last night she did a great deal of talking to her children giving them good advice and giving detailed instructions as to how she wished to be buried. The night before she also told her people that about a month prior to that she had a presentment that she was going to die. She had very little hope of her recovery from the time she was first taken sick.
The funeral services were held in the Farmington meeting house, Thursday, June 13th, at 3pm.
Mrs. Emma Holmes Welling, wife of the late Job Welling, died about 6 o'clock Tuesday morning, June 11th, 1901, of inflammation of the liver. She was taken sick the proceeding Saturday afternoon or evening. Prior to that, she appeared to be feeling extra well. She was conscious right up to her death. The last night she did a great deal of talking to her children giving them good advice and giving detailed instructions as to how she wished to be buried. The night before she also told her people that about a month prior to that she had a presentment that she was going to die. She had very little hope of her recovery from the time she was first taken sick.
The funeral services were held in the Farmington meeting house, Thursday, June 13th, at 3pm.
Rheumina Wilson (1829-1904)
Mrs John Earl Dead.
Mrs John Earl of Farmington passed away Friday morning December 16th and was buried the following Sunday. The funeral services were held at the meeting house at 2 pm. She was sick in bed about a month. She was run into by a street car in Salt Lake City about three years ago and never recovered from the injuries sustained.
She was born in the state of Ohio over seventy six years ago and was married to John Earl at
Council Bluffs in 1847.
She emigrated to Utah in 1850. Lived in Salt Lake a year then moved to Smithfield, Cache Co
being one of the pioneer settlers there. In 1854 she moved to Farmington which has been her
home since.
She was the mother of ten children seven living. She has sixty four grandchildren and nineteen great grandchildren.
Mrs John Earl of Farmington passed away Friday morning December 16th and was buried the following Sunday. The funeral services were held at the meeting house at 2 pm. She was sick in bed about a month. She was run into by a street car in Salt Lake City about three years ago and never recovered from the injuries sustained.
She was born in the state of Ohio over seventy six years ago and was married to John Earl at
Council Bluffs in 1847.
She emigrated to Utah in 1850. Lived in Salt Lake a year then moved to Smithfield, Cache Co
being one of the pioneer settlers there. In 1854 she moved to Farmington which has been her
home since.
She was the mother of ten children seven living. She has sixty four grandchildren and nineteen great grandchildren.
John Earl (1827-1908)
Box Elder Box Elder News Newspaper 1906-04-19
John Earl, now of Fielding, was in Farmington for a short visit last week. He is still as jolly as he used to be, and can tell no end of funny stories as heretofore.1908-07-17
Dies at Fielding
John Earl and old resident of Farmington and in early times the "village blacksmith" there, passed away at Fielding, Box Elder Co., Monday night.
He was about seventy-eight years old.
Several sons and daughters survive him.
The interment took place in the Farmington, cemetery, Wednesday afternoon.
JoAnn Lloyd (1930-2009)
JoAnn Lloyd Cramer, 78, of Ammon, died July 16, 2009, at Eastern Idaho Regional Medical Center of natural causes.
JoAnn was born August 28, 1930, in Bancroft, Idaho, to Isaac Joseph Lloyd and Lillis Earl Lloyd. She grew up and attended schools in Bancroft and graduated from North Gem High School. She took her training as a Registered Nurse in Idaho Falls. She has lived in Bancroft; Idaho Falls; Fort Lewis, Washington; Simi Valley, California; Los Angeles, California; and Ammon, Idaho.
JoAnn was married to Stanley Walter Cramer on March 23, 1951, in the Idaho Falls LDS Temple. She was a homemaker and mother and also worked as a Registered Nurse in Los Angeles, California, at St. Vincent's and Northridge Hospitals. Children were close to JoAnn's heart and she loved working in pediatrics, then continued her career as a behavioral health nurse in Idaho Falls.
An active member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, JoAnn served as a Relief Society President, Primary President and in various music callings throughout the years. She loved going to the temple and served as a temple officiator for five years. She loved sewing, needlework, handwork, flower gardening and was an avid reader. JoAnn was a sensitive and tenderhearted person who showed amazing kindness to others and lovingly shared their pain. She respected this world and was conscious of keeping our environment clean.
Survivors include her husband, Stanley Walter Cramer of Ammon; children, Stanley Reed (Lynn) Cramer of Idaho Falls, Coleen (Keith) John of Pueblo, Colo., Renae (Arden) Hill of Calgary, Alberta, Canada, and Karen (Glendon) Evans of Tremonton, Utah; siblings, Keith (Ella) Lloyd of Bancroft and Pauline (Reed) Christensen of Grace; 18 grandchildren; and 14 great-grandchildren. She was preceded in death by her parents.
Funeral services will be at 11 a.m. Monday, July 20, at the Ammon LDS 1st Ward, 3000 Central Ave., with Bishop Jim Summers officiating. The family will visit with friends from 6:30 p.m. to 8 p.m. Sunday at Wood Funeral Home East Side, 963 S. Ammon Road, and from 10 a.m. to 10:45 a.m. Monday at the church. Burial will be in Ammon Cemetery under the direction of Wood Funeral Home in Idaho Falls. Condolences may be sent to the family online at www.woodfuneralhome.com.
Grant Haroldsen
The passing of loved ones has its sorrows. However, it makes us all the more appreciative of the Gospel.
Gayle Wolz
Stan and family,
I am so sorry for your loss. I know first hand how painful this is, but what a sweet person she was and how much I enjoyed her company when we all lived in the Ammon 6th Ward.
Sincerely,
Gayle Wolz
Bill and Roxie Fager
Brother Cramer,
Bill and I wish to extend our deepest sympathy for your loss. I enjoyed working with JoAnn in the temple and being in DUP with her. We're homebound and don't drive so know that we care and would love to be there.
Bob and Mary (Dodge) Harvey
Dear Stan: Thinking of you at this sad time.
Sincerely, Mary Dodge Harvey
Patti Marshall
We are sorry for the passing of Joann. We will miss seeing her on her walks to "clean up" the neighborhood. You are in our prayers.
Donalue Hart
I will really miss her; her sweet smile at DUP always made me feel welcome. I'll always see her gathering trash along Ammon Road to make the world a better place. Many thanks for that! She will be missed. Donalue Hart
Melanie Belnap
There's an old saying
that goes "Don't put off tomorrow what you can do today." I was always going to nominate your wife/mother for "8 Who Make a Difference". I didn't know her personally, but I wish I had. Almost everyday when I'd drive down Ammon Road, there she'd be with her kitchen tongs and garbage bag picking up trash. It didn't matter what the weather; she was there. Usually she had her hat tied on with a chiffon scarf to keep it on her head and that would make me smile. I wish I'd taken the time to stop and thank her. I wish I'd nominated her; but then again, she was probably the type of person who would have shyed away from the spotlight. I want you to know she made a difference in my life.
May God be with you. Melanie Belnap
Judy and Del Allsop
Stan and family, Our thoughts and prayers go out to you in this time of loss. JoAnn was one of the sweetest most lovely people we have had the privilege of knowing. The time she spent in this life made us all better.
Peggy Cress
Dear Brother Cramer and Family, We were so sorry to hear of Sister Cramer's passing. She was a very wonderful lady.
Dale @ Peggy Cress
Dear Brother Cramer and Family, We were so sorry to hear of Sister Cramer's passing. She was a very wonderful lady. We want you to know that you are in our prayers. May the Lord bless and comfort you at this time.
Love, Dale @ Peggy (Frei) Cress
Kirk Clark
Stan, I was so sorry to hear of Joann's passing. What a wonderful caring person she was to all who came in contact with her. Whenever she saw me she always asked me how I was doing. That was Joann, caring more about others, than caring about her self. She was one of the most unselfish people I have ever met. I consider myself blessed to have known this fine woman for over 40 years. May your knowledge of the Plan of Salvation give you comfort and strength during this most difficult time. I will miss Joann and her tender smile. God bless your
family.
Dorothy Kennington
Dorothy Kennington to Celebrate her 85th Birthday
Long time Star Valley resident Dorothy Kennington celebrates her 85th birthday Sunday, Sept 25th.
The oldest of four children, Dorothy was born in Rexburg Idaho to Wilford and Cora Berry Eckersell. She enjoys playing the violin in various groups during her school years. Dorothy graduated from Ricks College and taught elementary school in Shelley, Idaho before serving an LDS mission to California.
There she met Forrest Kennington who was homesteading in Tulelake. They were married in 1951 and settled down on a farm in Bedford at the mouth of Lost Creek Canyon.
In the early 1960's they spent eight years in Kaysville, Utah, then returned to Bedford. They moved to Afton in 1971.
Dorothy is active with Stake Humanitarian Projects, DUP, served in the Relief Society and Primary, and worked in the Historical Society with her husband. After his death she served an LDS mission to San Antonio, Texas.
She is the mother of seven children: Kathy (Mike) Hamblin, Mountain View; Ann (Alex) Macbeth, Rexburg: Garth (Vicky), St. Anthony; Lynette (David) Cox, Smoot; Donna (Todd) Beatty, Afton; David (Tiffni), Afton; and Lynn (Nikki), Henderson, NV. Dorothy has 26 grandchildren and 14 great-children.
Long time Star Valley resident Dorothy Kennington celebrates her 85th birthday Sunday, Sept 25th.
The oldest of four children, Dorothy was born in Rexburg Idaho to Wilford and Cora Berry Eckersell. She enjoys playing the violin in various groups during her school years. Dorothy graduated from Ricks College and taught elementary school in Shelley, Idaho before serving an LDS mission to California.
There she met Forrest Kennington who was homesteading in Tulelake. They were married in 1951 and settled down on a farm in Bedford at the mouth of Lost Creek Canyon.
In the early 1960's they spent eight years in Kaysville, Utah, then returned to Bedford. They moved to Afton in 1971.
Dorothy is active with Stake Humanitarian Projects, DUP, served in the Relief Society and Primary, and worked in the Historical Society with her husband. After his death she served an LDS mission to San Antonio, Texas.
She is the mother of seven children: Kathy (Mike) Hamblin, Mountain View; Ann (Alex) Macbeth, Rexburg: Garth (Vicky), St. Anthony; Lynette (David) Cox, Smoot; Donna (Todd) Beatty, Afton; David (Tiffni), Afton; and Lynn (Nikki), Henderson, NV. Dorothy has 26 grandchildren and 14 great-children.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Archibald McPhail (1816-1856)
Archibald McPhail was born 11 May 1816 at Bridge of Weir, Renfrew, Scotland. He celebrated his 40th birthday aboard the ship Thornton in 1856. Traveling with him was his wife, Jane McKinnon McPhail, and their 3 year old daughter Jane, as well as Archibald's 13 year old daughter, Henrietta, from his previously deceased wife. Jane and Henrietta both celebrated birthdays on the trail.
Archibald kept a diary on board the ship. he wrote that at 3am on the Friday the 23rd of May; It began to blow very hard and continued to increase until it blew a complete gale and continued on til Monday morning about five o'clock when afterward it cleared up a fie day with not so much wind as would blow out a candle... During the gale the water stove in the glap window that was in the hatchway and came down where we were in the lower deck in torrents until it went over our shoes and with the rocking of the ship it would carry with it pots, pans, kettles, and water pots with great furry, but was moving about such as heavy chests, trunks boxes, etc. which we had to lash up tight or have our leg broken. There was one by the name of James Laird thrown up against a chest and got his leg out of joint but got it put in the next day and is getting better very fast. This Monday the 26th being very fine, all the women were called up on the deck and heard a good sermon while the men stayed down below and cleaned out the ship.
Archibald was responsible for a group of immigrants which included the twenty people who shared his tent. Two of theses were older women who constantly lagged behind the others. After struggling with his handcart one day in a blizzard, Archibald reached the camp at Rock Creek Hallow and found that only one of the women had arrived at camp. It was late at night when Archibald went back on the trail and found the missing woman on the other side of a frozen creek. he tried to convince her to come across the ice to him but she refused. She felt that she was dying anyway and did not want to risk the ice breaking. Archibald finally crossed the creek to get her. He picked her up and was in the process of bringing her across when the ice broke and Archibald fell through up to his waist. With his shoes and clothing frozen to him, Archibald was somehow able to get is charge back to camp, arriving very late at night.
Henrietta McPahil, in later years, described that night to her daughter, Rachel Ecckersell Minson, who wrote: By the time they returned to camp (Archilbald's) clothing was frozen on him and he was taking heavy chills. The air was cold and wet and men were so weak and hungry they could not go in search of dry wood to make a fire; so without anything warm to eat or drink, he was placed in a cold bed (under a handcart)..Henrietta sat by his bed brushing the snow from his face.
On the night of November 6, 1856, Archibald's wife sat lovingly with his head on her knew and prayed that a small piece of tallow candle she had burning might last until Archibald passed away. Her prayer was answered, for the light of the candle and the life of her husband went out at the same moment. Archibald had made the ultimate sacrifice and the woman survived.
Archibald's wife remarried shortly after reaching the Salt Lake Valley. Henrietta was cared for in Brigham young's home until she was able to work for room and board at Anthony W. Ivin's home. Henrietta married James Burrows Ekersell and they became the parents of 10 children, faithfully moving and pioneering new communities whenever called on to do so. Jane McPhail also grew up in the Zion of her father's dreams, married Alma Peart, and gave birth to 10 children.
the same faithfulness exhibited by Archibald McPhail was later reflected in Henrietta's life. her son, Archibald and his wife and some of their children fell victims to a criminal act in which they all died. Henrietta's daughter Rachel wrote: In Henrietta's great sorrow she was asked to drink a cup of tea to quiet her nerves but she reused by saying, "I must depend on the Lord for help and not on that which He has forbidden." The Lord did bless her. She was privileged to live to see her children enjoy that which she had sacrificed so much for.
In later years Archibald's wife stated that she would gladly go through all her trails again for the Gospel. Jane cleaned schools in order to finance her children's education. She was set apart to be a midwife by Wilford Woodruff and practiced obstetrics for more than 30 years, never losing a mother or a baby.
Archibald kept a diary on board the ship. he wrote that at 3am on the Friday the 23rd of May; It began to blow very hard and continued to increase until it blew a complete gale and continued on til Monday morning about five o'clock when afterward it cleared up a fie day with not so much wind as would blow out a candle... During the gale the water stove in the glap window that was in the hatchway and came down where we were in the lower deck in torrents until it went over our shoes and with the rocking of the ship it would carry with it pots, pans, kettles, and water pots with great furry, but was moving about such as heavy chests, trunks boxes, etc. which we had to lash up tight or have our leg broken. There was one by the name of James Laird thrown up against a chest and got his leg out of joint but got it put in the next day and is getting better very fast. This Monday the 26th being very fine, all the women were called up on the deck and heard a good sermon while the men stayed down below and cleaned out the ship.
Archibald was responsible for a group of immigrants which included the twenty people who shared his tent. Two of theses were older women who constantly lagged behind the others. After struggling with his handcart one day in a blizzard, Archibald reached the camp at Rock Creek Hallow and found that only one of the women had arrived at camp. It was late at night when Archibald went back on the trail and found the missing woman on the other side of a frozen creek. he tried to convince her to come across the ice to him but she refused. She felt that she was dying anyway and did not want to risk the ice breaking. Archibald finally crossed the creek to get her. He picked her up and was in the process of bringing her across when the ice broke and Archibald fell through up to his waist. With his shoes and clothing frozen to him, Archibald was somehow able to get is charge back to camp, arriving very late at night.
Henrietta McPahil, in later years, described that night to her daughter, Rachel Ecckersell Minson, who wrote: By the time they returned to camp (Archilbald's) clothing was frozen on him and he was taking heavy chills. The air was cold and wet and men were so weak and hungry they could not go in search of dry wood to make a fire; so without anything warm to eat or drink, he was placed in a cold bed (under a handcart)..Henrietta sat by his bed brushing the snow from his face.
On the night of November 6, 1856, Archibald's wife sat lovingly with his head on her knew and prayed that a small piece of tallow candle she had burning might last until Archibald passed away. Her prayer was answered, for the light of the candle and the life of her husband went out at the same moment. Archibald had made the ultimate sacrifice and the woman survived.
Archibald's wife remarried shortly after reaching the Salt Lake Valley. Henrietta was cared for in Brigham young's home until she was able to work for room and board at Anthony W. Ivin's home. Henrietta married James Burrows Ekersell and they became the parents of 10 children, faithfully moving and pioneering new communities whenever called on to do so. Jane McPhail also grew up in the Zion of her father's dreams, married Alma Peart, and gave birth to 10 children.
the same faithfulness exhibited by Archibald McPhail was later reflected in Henrietta's life. her son, Archibald and his wife and some of their children fell victims to a criminal act in which they all died. Henrietta's daughter Rachel wrote: In Henrietta's great sorrow she was asked to drink a cup of tea to quiet her nerves but she reused by saying, "I must depend on the Lord for help and not on that which He has forbidden." The Lord did bless her. She was privileged to live to see her children enjoy that which she had sacrificed so much for.
In later years Archibald's wife stated that she would gladly go through all her trails again for the Gospel. Jane cleaned schools in order to finance her children's education. She was set apart to be a midwife by Wilford Woodruff and practiced obstetrics for more than 30 years, never losing a mother or a baby.
Susannah Stone (1830-1920)
Susannah was born on Christmas Eve, the first child in a family of eight children. She was an avid scripture reader ad attended a Wesleyan Sunday School. She wished she had lived in the days of the apostles and prophets. When she heard the missionaries from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, she was converted. Susannah was baptized when she was seventeen. She found employment and saved her money to go to America.
In 1856, Susannah prepared to emigrate. She wrote, "My parents, relatives and friends did all in their power to keep me from coming to America, but I had the spirit of gathering, and the Lord opened up my way, and I came to Utah in 1856 with the handcart company..."
After reaching Fort Laramie, their food rations had to be cut extensively. Due to a buffalo stampede and loss of cattle, it became necessary for each handcart to carry and additional load of the provisions that were left. She writes, "We waded through the cold streams many times, but we murmured not, for our faith in God and our testimony of His work were supreme. Only once did my courage fail. One cold, dreary afternoon, my feet having been frosted, I felt that I could go no further, and withdrew a little from the company, and sat down to await the end, being somewhat in a stupor. After a time, I was aroused by a voice, which seemed as audible as anything could be which spoke to my very soul of the promises and blessing I had received, and which should surly be fulfilled, and that I had a mission to perform in Zion, I received strength and was filled with the Spirit of the Lord, and arose and traveled on with a light heart. As I reached camp, I found a search party ready to go back to find me, dead or alive."
She gathered her courage and continued on. Susannah was engaged to a young man in this company, but had been advised to wait until they reached Zion to marry. Her fiance died. " I had no relatives, but many dear and devoted friends, and we did all we could to aid and encourage each other... in the blizzards and falling snow, we sat under our handcars and sang, "Come, Come, Ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear, but with joy, wend your way. Though hard to you this journey my appear, grace shall be, as your day." While we were traveling thru the Untied States, the people tried to discourage us by telling us there was famine in Utah, that the grasshoppers had eaten up everything and that there had been a grasshopper war, etc. but we traveled on, trusting in God."
As the company neared the Salt Lake Valley, she tried to make herself more presentable, "I had sold my little looking glass to the Indians for buffalo meat, so I borrowed one and I shall never forget how I looked." Susannah was weather-beaten and tanned She wrote: "Some of my old friends did not know me!"
One old friend who came to meet the handcart company was handsome Thomas Lloyd who had emigrated the year before from England. Thomas must have recognized her because he married her the day after her arrival in the Valley! They became the parents of 14 children, 10 boys and 4 girls. She was active in the Relief Society and supported her husband's missionary efforts. Her frozen feet gave her trouble for many years but she stayed a woman of great faith. years later, she remarked, " I am thankful that I was counted worthy to be a pioneer and a handcart girl. It prepared me to endure hard times in my future life. I often think of the songs we sang to encourage us on our toilsome journey. It was hard to endure, but the Lord gave us strength and courage."
Susannah lived to be 94 years old. Her great-granddaughter, Agnes Pearl Lloyd Poulsen, was also age 94 years old at time of her interview with the author of this book. Agnes was ten years old when Susannah died. Agnes spent many a night with her grandmother in her feather bed, hearing this story repeated many times. Many of the Susannah's daughters carried on the Lloyd name by giving their sons the first name of Lloyd. two of theses descendants are Lloyd Newell who narrates "The Spoken Word" with the Tabernacle Choir every Sunday morning, and Lloyd Poulsen, retired physician, son of Agnes. The following is and excerpt from an interview with Agnes Poulsen in December 2004:
"I had the beautiful, wonderful privilege of sleeping with her (Susannah) in her feather bed. It was a tall bed and we would kneel on the steps. There were steps on both sides of the bed to get in it, and we'd kneel and say our prayers and grandmother would never let me get in the bed before she was ready. But she prayed a lot longer than I did, and so I'd stand and shiver before she'd get through. And then when she was through she would throw the covers back and state "Jump" and we'd jump in the bed together. There would be a rock under the blanket at our feet and we'd cuddle up. I've sat many an hour many an hour, at her feet as she sat by the pot-bellied stove with a shawl around her and a little black cap on her heard. Now, as a young girl she told me when she was eight years old, she carried her mother's train when she was presented to Queen Victoria, so they must have been a well-known family... Grandmother joined the Church in her late teens and was disowned by her family and she came to Utah all alone... in the Willie Handcart Company.
"Grandfather Lloyd was a little orphan boy who had been raised by an auntie and was not very well treated. When he joined the Church as a teenager he was put out of the home. He came to Utah two years before Grandmother id. When they needed rescuers to come out after the handcart company, Grandfather was asked by Brigham Young to take his outfit and got help rescue them. he noticed this lovely lady and asked her if she would ride on his conveyance into Salt Lake. By the time they got to Salt Lake...he had proposed to Grandmother ... they went to Brigham young when they got to Salt Lake and asked if they could get married... They were a great couple and (Had a large family)... and I remember every one of those great aunts and uncles.
"When they were stranded in Wyoming she was so discouraged and sick... she decided that she was going to wander away and sit down and just will herself to die, which she did. As she sat down she "heard a voice as plain as anyone could speak," She said. (The Voice) said, " You must get up and go on to Zion. Your mission is not yet finished." After that was repeated three times, she decided she better get up and go back to camp, which she did and that was when the rescuers came."
In 1856, Susannah prepared to emigrate. She wrote, "My parents, relatives and friends did all in their power to keep me from coming to America, but I had the spirit of gathering, and the Lord opened up my way, and I came to Utah in 1856 with the handcart company..."
After reaching Fort Laramie, their food rations had to be cut extensively. Due to a buffalo stampede and loss of cattle, it became necessary for each handcart to carry and additional load of the provisions that were left. She writes, "We waded through the cold streams many times, but we murmured not, for our faith in God and our testimony of His work were supreme. Only once did my courage fail. One cold, dreary afternoon, my feet having been frosted, I felt that I could go no further, and withdrew a little from the company, and sat down to await the end, being somewhat in a stupor. After a time, I was aroused by a voice, which seemed as audible as anything could be which spoke to my very soul of the promises and blessing I had received, and which should surly be fulfilled, and that I had a mission to perform in Zion, I received strength and was filled with the Spirit of the Lord, and arose and traveled on with a light heart. As I reached camp, I found a search party ready to go back to find me, dead or alive."
She gathered her courage and continued on. Susannah was engaged to a young man in this company, but had been advised to wait until they reached Zion to marry. Her fiance died. " I had no relatives, but many dear and devoted friends, and we did all we could to aid and encourage each other... in the blizzards and falling snow, we sat under our handcars and sang, "Come, Come, Ye Saints, no toil nor labor fear, but with joy, wend your way. Though hard to you this journey my appear, grace shall be, as your day." While we were traveling thru the Untied States, the people tried to discourage us by telling us there was famine in Utah, that the grasshoppers had eaten up everything and that there had been a grasshopper war, etc. but we traveled on, trusting in God."
As the company neared the Salt Lake Valley, she tried to make herself more presentable, "I had sold my little looking glass to the Indians for buffalo meat, so I borrowed one and I shall never forget how I looked." Susannah was weather-beaten and tanned She wrote: "Some of my old friends did not know me!"
One old friend who came to meet the handcart company was handsome Thomas Lloyd who had emigrated the year before from England. Thomas must have recognized her because he married her the day after her arrival in the Valley! They became the parents of 14 children, 10 boys and 4 girls. She was active in the Relief Society and supported her husband's missionary efforts. Her frozen feet gave her trouble for many years but she stayed a woman of great faith. years later, she remarked, " I am thankful that I was counted worthy to be a pioneer and a handcart girl. It prepared me to endure hard times in my future life. I often think of the songs we sang to encourage us on our toilsome journey. It was hard to endure, but the Lord gave us strength and courage."
Susannah lived to be 94 years old. Her great-granddaughter, Agnes Pearl Lloyd Poulsen, was also age 94 years old at time of her interview with the author of this book. Agnes was ten years old when Susannah died. Agnes spent many a night with her grandmother in her feather bed, hearing this story repeated many times. Many of the Susannah's daughters carried on the Lloyd name by giving their sons the first name of Lloyd. two of theses descendants are Lloyd Newell who narrates "The Spoken Word" with the Tabernacle Choir every Sunday morning, and Lloyd Poulsen, retired physician, son of Agnes. The following is and excerpt from an interview with Agnes Poulsen in December 2004:
"I had the beautiful, wonderful privilege of sleeping with her (Susannah) in her feather bed. It was a tall bed and we would kneel on the steps. There were steps on both sides of the bed to get in it, and we'd kneel and say our prayers and grandmother would never let me get in the bed before she was ready. But she prayed a lot longer than I did, and so I'd stand and shiver before she'd get through. And then when she was through she would throw the covers back and state "Jump" and we'd jump in the bed together. There would be a rock under the blanket at our feet and we'd cuddle up. I've sat many an hour many an hour, at her feet as she sat by the pot-bellied stove with a shawl around her and a little black cap on her heard. Now, as a young girl she told me when she was eight years old, she carried her mother's train when she was presented to Queen Victoria, so they must have been a well-known family... Grandmother joined the Church in her late teens and was disowned by her family and she came to Utah all alone... in the Willie Handcart Company.
"Grandfather Lloyd was a little orphan boy who had been raised by an auntie and was not very well treated. When he joined the Church as a teenager he was put out of the home. He came to Utah two years before Grandmother id. When they needed rescuers to come out after the handcart company, Grandfather was asked by Brigham Young to take his outfit and got help rescue them. he noticed this lovely lady and asked her if she would ride on his conveyance into Salt Lake. By the time they got to Salt Lake...he had proposed to Grandmother ... they went to Brigham young when they got to Salt Lake and asked if they could get married... They were a great couple and (Had a large family)... and I remember every one of those great aunts and uncles.
"When they were stranded in Wyoming she was so discouraged and sick... she decided that she was going to wander away and sit down and just will herself to die, which she did. As she sat down she "heard a voice as plain as anyone could speak," She said. (The Voice) said, " You must get up and go on to Zion. Your mission is not yet finished." After that was repeated three times, she decided she better get up and go back to camp, which she did and that was when the rescuers came."
Friday, October 14, 2011
Job Welling
Elders Job Welling, Thomas Steed and Jacob Miller, writing from the S. S. Great Britain, Gravesend, London, Aug 25, say they had arranged with Gibbs, Bright and Col. for their passage to Melbourne, Australia on that vessel, with a room to themselves, for $94 10s., expecting to sail Aug. 26. Elder Welling had visited among his friends in Cheshire and Staffordshire, who he left nearly twenty years ago. All had been well received by their kinsmen and Saints.
Thomas Lloyd
Ogden Standard May 5, 1899
In Wellsville Wednesday night a
grand farewell party was tendered
elder john Wyatt and Thomas Lloyd
who departed for great Britain where
they will take up Missionary labors.
In Wellsville Wednesday night a
grand farewell party was tendered
elder john Wyatt and Thomas Lloyd
who departed for great Britain where
they will take up Missionary labors.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Peter Macbeth
Ohio Tax Records, 1800-1850 for Peter Mcbeth
| Name: | Peter Mcbeth |
| Titles: | |
| Residence: | Steubenville Township, Jefferson, Ohio |
| Taxation Type: | City Land |
| Year: | 1838 |
| Page Number: | 27 |
| Digital Folder Number: | 4021687 |
| Image Number: | 00388 |
| Film Number: | 545106 |
Glenna Baker Parents
Father James E Spencer Sr.
James E. Spencer, Sr., 78, 1209 E. Main St., died Wednesday afternoon at Ball Memorial Hospital after an extended illness.
He was a native of Warsaw and had resided in Muncie most of his life. Mr. Spencer was a retired foreman from Broderick Co. and was a member of Industry United Methodist Church.
Surviving are his wife, Dorothy; four daughters, Mrs. Eddie (Glenna) Baker, Hopewell, Va., Mrs. B. (Merrill) Hangar, Dayton, Ohio, Mrs. Thomas (Gloria) Kerr, Muncie, and Mrs. Eugene (Elaine) Gordon, Modoc; two sons, James E. Spencer Jr., Muncie, and Fred Spencer, Dayton, Ohio; 10 grandchildren; and several great-grandchildren.
Services will be held at 2:30 p.m. Friday in Parson Mortuary with Rev. Robert L. Carmin officiating. Burial will follow in Elm Ridge Cemetery. Callers will be received at the mortuary from 3-5 and 7-9 p.m Thursday and any time prior to services Friday.
Step Mother Dorothy J. Renner Spencer
Dorothy J. Spencer, 82, 1701 E. 14th St., died Wednesday in Ball Hospital.
Born in Columbus, Ohio, she moved to Muncie in 1921 and was a member of Industry United Methodist Church for more than 50 years.
Survivors include two daughters, Elaine Gordon, Modoc, and Gloria Kerr, Muncie; two stepdaughters, Glenna Baker, Hopewell, Va., and Merrill Hanger, Dayton, Ohio; two brothers, Charles Harold Renner Muncie, and Robert Riley Renner, St. Louis, Mo.; three sisters, Constance Kescik, Chicago, Ill., and Beatrice Huffman and Doris Stump , both of Muncie; three grandchildren; five stepgrandchildren; several great-grandchildren; and several nieces and nephews.
Services will be at 10 a.m. Friday in Parson Mortuary-Adams Chapel with Rev. O. Gene Smith and Rev. John Hamer officiating. Burial will be in Elm Ridge Cemetery. Family will receive callers at Parson Mortuary 6-9 p.m. today.
James E. Spencer, Sr., 78, 1209 E. Main St., died Wednesday afternoon at Ball Memorial Hospital after an extended illness.
He was a native of Warsaw and had resided in Muncie most of his life. Mr. Spencer was a retired foreman from Broderick Co. and was a member of Industry United Methodist Church.
Surviving are his wife, Dorothy; four daughters, Mrs. Eddie (Glenna) Baker, Hopewell, Va., Mrs. B. (Merrill) Hangar, Dayton, Ohio, Mrs. Thomas (Gloria) Kerr, Muncie, and Mrs. Eugene (Elaine) Gordon, Modoc; two sons, James E. Spencer Jr., Muncie, and Fred Spencer, Dayton, Ohio; 10 grandchildren; and several great-grandchildren.
Services will be held at 2:30 p.m. Friday in Parson Mortuary with Rev. Robert L. Carmin officiating. Burial will follow in Elm Ridge Cemetery. Callers will be received at the mortuary from 3-5 and 7-9 p.m Thursday and any time prior to services Friday.
Step Mother Dorothy J. Renner Spencer
Dorothy J. Spencer, 82, 1701 E. 14th St., died Wednesday in Ball Hospital.
Born in Columbus, Ohio, she moved to Muncie in 1921 and was a member of Industry United Methodist Church for more than 50 years.
Survivors include two daughters, Elaine Gordon, Modoc, and Gloria Kerr, Muncie; two stepdaughters, Glenna Baker, Hopewell, Va., and Merrill Hanger, Dayton, Ohio; two brothers, Charles Harold Renner Muncie, and Robert Riley Renner, St. Louis, Mo.; three sisters, Constance Kescik, Chicago, Ill., and Beatrice Huffman and Doris Stump , both of Muncie; three grandchildren; five stepgrandchildren; several great-grandchildren; and several nieces and nephews.
Services will be at 10 a.m. Friday in Parson Mortuary-Adams Chapel with Rev. O. Gene Smith and Rev. John Hamer officiating. Burial will be in Elm Ridge Cemetery. Family will receive callers at Parson Mortuary 6-9 p.m. today.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Glenna Baker
| Edward Baker's second wife Glenna This is her first marriage information Groom: | John W Bell |
| Groom's Race: | White |
| Groom's Date of Birth: | 23 Jul 1910 |
| Groom's Place of Birth: | Dunkirk, , Indiana |
| Groom's Residence: | Dunkirk, , Indiana |
| Groom's Number of Marriage: | once |
| Groom's Father: | Glen Bell |
| Groom's Mother: | Mary Driver |
| Bride: | Glenna Mae Spencer |
| Bride's Race: | White |
| Bride's Date of Birth: | 21 Aug 1913 |
| Bride's Place of Birth: | Muncie, , Indiana |
| Bride's Residence: | Albany, , Indiana |
| Bride's Number of Marriage: | |
| Bride's Father: | James E Spencer |
| Bride's Mother: | Maude Haiston |
| Informant Name: | |
| Date of License: | 24 Aug 1925 |
| County of License: | Delaware |
| Date of Marriage: | 24 Aug 1935 |
| Place of Marriage: | , Delaware, Indiana |
| Official: | |
| Record Number: | |
| Film Number: | 2069552 |
| Digital Folder Number: | 4476663 |
| Image Number: | 00996 |
| Number of Images: | 1 |
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