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THE MORMON HOUSE

Written by Max Edward (Great Grandson of Bettie Jane Balance Aycock) and Sonia Peterson Aycock

December 2004 When he was only sixteen years old, my grandfather, Robert Edward Lee Aycock, left his home north of Goldsboro, N.C. in the small farming village of Nahunta and went almost 2,500 miles to Utah with the Mormon missionary, Elder Lewis Swensen, who had baptized him. He faced great difficulties.

In 1899 small western settlements were widely scattered and were separated by thousands of square miles of wilderness. Until the day he died, he was unable to dress, talk, or think like a Westerner. Even some of his children made fun of his Southern ways. Further, the boy was hardly mature enough to understand his Southern heritage, let alone to explain it to indifferent strangers or to pass it along to his offspring.

Consequently, my wife Sonia Peterson Aycock and I are in Nahunta trying to learn about the Aycock family by restoring the house that Grandad's great grandfather Barnes built for his bride, Charity Pike Aycock, sometime in the 1840s. Not until I learned about the house that my great-grandfather Barnes Aycock had built and in which he died (the same house in which my great-grandfather Thomas Ruffin Aycock had been born and died, and the same house in which my grandfather Robert Edward Lee Aycock had been born) did I began to understand how I am connected to my family, to this country, and to the Church.

While we "chopped" corn under the hot Utah sun, Grandad Aycock grew weary of my complaining and told me about the difficulties of growing up in North Carolina. During the time that Grandad's mother, Bettie Jane Ballance Aycock, was expecting their eighth child, Thomas and Bettie were investigating The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, the Mormons.1

Interest in the Mormon faith increasingly isolated Grandad's young family from the extended Aycock and Ballance families. Anti-Mormon feelings were extreme. While mob violence did not end in the loss of life in North Carolina, six deaths did occur between 1879 and 1900 in other Southern states. And in 1906 a mob burned down a recently completed Mormon church building about 100 miles north east of The Mormon House on Harkers Island, N.C.2 Thomas and Bettie allowed Mormon missionaries to hold meetings at the house, causing the neighboring children and adults alike to rebuff the family.

Furthermore, in December 1897, just two months before the baby Alma was born, Thomas Ruffin died of Bright's Disease. Over the next two years Bettie and four of her children, including my grandfather, joined the Mormon Church. As the three other living children turned eight years old, they too became members. Slowly, straightening from his bent position over the row of greening corn, removing his felt, sweat-stained hat, Grandpa first wiped his forehead and then the back of his neck with his dirty handkerchief. I can still smell the sour, sweaty hat and handkerchief. Tears ran down his nose, and in a quivering voice he explained to me that he was not mature enough to handle the pressures.
At fourteen and the oldest in the family,3 he tried to shoulder the responsibly for the farm; the strained relations with the extended families and community he took personally.

During an argument with a hired man, he went to the house for the family's rifle. Great Grandma too was feeling the stress. In December of 1999 she dressed him in knickers so that he got a cheaper train fair and sent him with Elder Swensen to Utah, more than 2,000 miles from his ancestral home. Consequently, I grew up without any more knowledge of the house than what Grandad told me as we worked. I was to learn much more over the years.

In February 1848 Barnes Aycock4, brought his new wife, Charity Pike5, to live in the house he had built-a large house for that time of almost 1,500 sq. feet. All of the Barnes and Charity's children were born here. In time the house was willed to their youngest child, Thomas Ruffin6 Aycock. Thomas Ruffin married Betty Jane balance7 in Feb. 1883, and their eight children, including my grandfather Robert Edward Lee Aycock, were born in the house. It became Alma's, Thomas and Bettie's youngest, when she married William Walter Harper in 1921. Six Harper children were also born here.

The Harper family sold the house along with some land in 1960 to someone outside of the family. The new owners rented to a number of different tenants who made changes as needed without regard for its structural integrity or its significance to local Mormon and Aycock family history. When no longer habitable by "modern" standards, the house was used to store all sorts of things: used furniture and appliances, farm and yard equipment that dripped oil on the beautiful 8" wide heart-pine board floors.

For several years, one of the owners stored hay in the house, and his cows in search of food climbed onto the front porch and broke through the flooring. The enclosed back porch began to leak. Eventually, water damaged it beyond repair. Wild animals also began to use it: mice, rats, snakes, opossums, raccoons, spiders, crickets, but no termites because of the resin filled heart-pine. Trees and vines forced their way through the cracks. Hurricane Hazel in the 1950s blew one of the chimneys down, and in the 1990s Hurricane Floyd tore the tin sheeting off the roof.

The 1890s and early years of the Twentieth Century were years of unusual growth in the Church. Wallace R. Draughon says, "Whereas less than 500 baptisms had been recorded in North Carolina Conference prior to 1895, nearly 3,000 persons were baptized during the 1896-1900 period."8 The house figured prominently in this growth and became labeled in the small local neighborhood of Nahunta, North Western Wayne County as The Mormon House. Because Bettie Jane after Thomas' death could not turn to his family, to hers, or to any of the neighbors for help or comfort, she and her children sought the safety of the Mormon missionaries and the new, growing local Church membership. In doing so, she was challenging the cultural proprieties of those around her. Certainly this behavior did not endear the fragile Aycock family to the neighborhood, but only strengthened the resolve of the local Baptists, Methodists, and Quakers to alienate Bettie and her young family further.

Some warnings seemed kindly enough. A neighbor heard that Bettie was about to be baptized. She wrote: Words are inadequate to express my feelings but I beg you for the safety and happiness of your family and the love you bear your children, to pause, be not hasty, but wait until you learn more of these people with whom you contemplate connecting yourself. I know but very little but what I do know is contrary to the teaching of Christ. I refer you to Mark 10th Chapter, 8th verse please read 'And they twain shall be one flesh.' If they are true to their faith they cannot deny a belief in and a practice in polygamy or plurality of wives. Twain means two and not a dozen or perhaps more for Brigham Young their leader had sixty wives. You, in your woman's soul must know what that means.9

Other behaviors, echoing this message and threat, were downright malicious. A neighbor wrote to the local school board that because Bettie was known to keep the company of polygamists, she was not a virtuous woman. Such behavior, the writer argued, was proof that The Mormon House was not a fit place for school teachers to room and board; the school board should, therefore, deny Bettie the small income she was able to earn this way. Only one man at the meeting defended Bettie's virtue. His words, alone, kept the board from publicly acting against Bettie.10 Conference President Simmons in response to an accusation made by a Baptist minister complained in September 1922 to North Carolina Governor Glenn with, "Have the Mormons at anytime shipped a carload of women from Chattanooga (The Southern States Mission headquarters was at that time in Tennessee.) to Utah?" The response after more than 75 years of Mormon proselyting was, "No, not yet!"11

More than fifty years after Bettie's death an elderly neighbor woman assured me that Bettie's association with Mormon missionaries had been "strictly chaste." A letter surviving 105 years is a testament to how much comfort Bettie needed and how soothing its words were to her. From Varina, Wake County, North Carolina Elder David Elton made an effort to console her: I continually invoke heaven's peace and blessings upon your head, for I realize the many difficulties you have to contend with, in raising a family, without the strong arm of a loving and dutiful husband to lean upon. Though you may be afflicted, and everything looks dark and drear, -rest assured that God is your helper, and that His angels hover around you, to shield you from all harm. If we had not stormy weather, we should not appreciate the sunshine, so let us battle with the storms of persecution, that we may more fully enjoy the calms of Life Everlasting in the realms of Eternal glory, where sorrows have an end. The Lord will hear the cries of His oppressed sons and daughters, and answer their prayers. Nevertheless He seeth fit to chasten His people; yea he trieth their patience and their faith. The Gospel is God's loving, kindly message to his erring children, and those who want to be kind to themselves will accept the same, and be numbered with the faithful." 12

Features of the house made it a perfect stopping and gathering place for the Mormon missionaries as well as other new Church members who were looking for physical and spiritual shelter. It is centrally located between the railroad stop at Princeton and the one at Pikeville, and about half way between Goldsboro and Kenly. Barnes had built the house to make the visits of travelers at night particularly welcome. Two porch bedrooms did not open into the house, but from the front porch only. Travelers who passed at night on the lonely country roads often spent the night in these bedrooms without disturbing the rest of the family. After breakfast with the family, the traveler could be on his way.

A full-length loft allowed at least ten missionaries at a time to sleep on the wide bare heart-pine floor. The loosely organized group of Mormons usually held Sunday services at Radford Crossroads in the Meadow Meeting House, but Bettie's need for contact with other Church members kept her door always open for chance meetings, "cottage discussions," and District Conferences. Mormon missionaries knew that Bettie in spite of the harm it did to her reputation and the threat to her safety would always welcome, feed, and house them. During the time Ben E. Rich was Mission President, "Bettie's home was the office for the North Carolina District."13
The journals of missionaries from 1899 until Bettie's death in 1926 suggest how central this house was in missionary activities:

25 August 1898: "Borrowed Sister Bettie Jane Aycocks horse and wagon and drove to Eureka."  - ”Lewis Swensen

11 March 1900: "We went to Mrs. Bettie Aycock's where we had a meeting and I was the speaker." Many years latter while writing his autobiography, Brother Sullivan says: "Sister Aycock's home was always open for a meeting place, and we had many fine meetings there." -”James H. Sullivan15

14 July 1909: "Walked two miles to the home of Sister Bettie Aycock where we spent the remainder of the day with them."-S. Daniel Peterson

26 July 1909: "We walked 8 miles to the home of Sister Bettie Aycocks arriving just before night. We spent the night and next day at her home. The treatment at her home, table, grub and all make an Elder feel that he is right at home." -S. Daniel Peterson

2 December 1911: "Arrived at the home of Sister Aycock. Saturday we washed, pressed and shaved, and Sunday we held a sacramental and testimony meeting which was well attended, also blessed the little babe of Bro. And Sister Ralph Aycock. Gave it the name of Wilton Glenn. Spent the night at Sister Aycock's singing gospel songs and trying to learn Gospel passages. Monday morning was raining when we wakened and continued all day so are still at the Elders home. (Sister Aycock's) We spent a pleasant evening there and next morning Herman Aycock left for a mission to Virginia ." - S. Daniel Peterson

5 June 1911: "We held a cottage meeting at the home of Sister Bettie Aycock, a fairly good crowd was present." -S. Daniel Peterson

11 Sept. 1911: "I then carried Pres. Francom three mi. farther in Bro. Radford's outfit to the home of Sister Bettie Aycock where he met Elder James A. Martinsen and they traveled together." -S. Daniel Peterson

19 Nov. 1911: "We walked two miles to the home of Sister Bettie Aycock where at 10:30 A. M. in the presence of a room full of relatives and friends I officiated in the ordinance which united in the holy bonds of matrimony Bro. Charley Maples and Bertha Aycock. -S. Daniel Peterson

The Mormon House was a refuge for missionaries through the tenures of three mission presidents: Ben E. Rich, Ephraim H. Nye, and Charles A. Callis. Furthermore and more important to me, Bettie's love of the gospel was to have a significant influence on the growth of the Mormon Church in Eastern North Carolina. The informal and sporadic meetings at the house eventually became the Nahunta Branch.

Consequently, in the early 1940s Bettie's grandchildren donated the land and materials and also helped to build a church just a Vi mile from the house. And Herman Barnes Aycock, Bettie's second son, became the first Branch President in Nahunta. In 1954 this congregation joined with the Grantham and the Goldsboro Branches to form the Goldsboro District. The second District President from 1949 to 1961 was Bettie's grandson Elbert Anthony Aycock;17 the district authorities dissolved the Nahunta Branch in 1957 and the congregation along with several other small branches moved to Goldsboro; the current bishop in the Goldsboro First Ward is Rex Howard, the husband of Bettie's great grand daughter.

Aycock, Herman Barnes

HISTORY OF HERMAN BARNES AYCOCK

by Herman Barnes Aycock

(from Barnes and Charity Aycock website)

 My father and mother was married 1 February 1883, and on 31 January 1887 there was a boy born to them and they named him Herman Barnes Aycock. I being the third child, and I was told by my parents that I was delicate. The chances of being raised to full maturity was slim. I stayed small for a long time.

The school in those days was very poor, and by the time for me to get my schooling, the county had built a school building at Nahunta, opposite to where the building is now. It was burned down and the nearest school building was at Pinkney, so there was where I got my first schooling. The county school board, which my father was one, got together and built a one room building that seated 75 or 80. Only one teacher taught there. That’s where I got my schooling.

I don’t remember very much of my father only he was a stout man and weighed 180 lbs. He was a working man and taken interest in improving things and had a great interest in his family. He was taken sick and his sickness was quite sever. He did not get over it and died 3 December 1897, leaving 6 children (4 boys and 2 girls). The oldest girl died in infancy, born 26 September 1888 and died 22 December 1888. My younger sister Alma was born after my father died on 8 February 1989.

We children being young had to take over with the farming. My father left a debt of $1,000 in land he bought from Uncle Albert Aycock. We, with our good mother’s help, managed to pay off the debt and purchase more land later on.

The missionaries (Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) had been visiting the home before our father died. They continued to meet with us in the home, and my mother joined the Church. She was baptized on 29 November 1898. The persecutions were quite strong. The teacher sent a note home by way of the children warning her not to be baptized. I was baptized on 30 April 1899. Ralph and Robert was baptized 14 September 1899. The rest of the children were baptized as they came of age.

My oldest brother, Robert, went West with Elder Swinson (Swenson) to his home. Robert made his home there. Then Ralph and I carried on with the farm work and provided for the family. We go along very well and bought some more land. Along in the year of 1900 I went West with Ba . . . and Luther Radford to see my brother Robert. I stayed a few months and came back. My brother Ralph was going with Azzie Barden and they were married on 7 November 1909.

I took over the farming for the year. Then I was called on a mission and accepted it and was ordained an Elder and set apart for the Virginia mission on 26 November 1910 at the conference at Kinston. I left home to go on the mission on 6 December and went to Peterburg, VA. and stayed in the office and went tracting a few days, then went down the coast and met my companion Elder Sprag. . . and had quite some experiences. One experience I remember very well was we were looking for a place to stay and had been refused several times. We knelt in the woods and prayed. After, we went the opposite way we had planned and went to a house. They had a sick daughter; she had been in bed for sever days. In talking to the parents the subject came up about healing by the laying on of hands. They asked us to administer to the girl. We did. But it was not convenient for them to keep us so we went to the next house. We had a nice bed and a good night’s rest. The next morning we went back to see how the daughter was doing and found that she was up and eating breakfast. Her parents said she had not been up for several days. We had a good talk with the family and then went on our way.

Another experience: We had traveled all day and it was getting late in the evening, so my companion, Elder Thompson, was getting tired. He ask me if I would go up the hill to the house and ask for entertainment for the night. When I got up there, it was a small store. There was several men in there, so I told them who I was and that my companion and I would like a place to spend the night. Of course it was not convenient for any one to keep us, so I went back to my companion. I asked him if he thought he could go up the hill to this house. He thought he could, so we walked up the hill to the house. I saw that the man was at the store. Of course, Elder Thompson told who we were and our mission and ask if there was a chance of spending the night. The man put up an excuse. My companion sat down on his grip and said he was not going any further till he got something to eat, so I sat on my grip. We sat there awhile and talked. They finally took us in and gave us a good supper and a good night’s rest. We had breakfast the next morning and we were on our way.

A few nights after that, we were not quite so lucky; we traveled a lot, asking every place until it was late. We decided to take our rest in a bunch of small pines by the side of the road and had a pretty good night’s rest. We were able to get breakfast the next morning, so we went on our way. We did not have much success thereafter, as I was in a county where the Elders was driven out of the country a few years before. We were the first ones back in there. A few nights after this, we were unsuccessful in finding a place to spend the night. It had been raining that day. The ground was wet, so we traveled till we found a house beside the road. It was a church house, so we went in and slept on the benches. The next morning we were lucky to get breakfast.

This is just a few of the experiences I had while I was on my mission. I received my release from the mission 23 December 1912. I arrived home on the 24th.

When I came home from my mission, there were colored folks living in the Radford house, and mama had advanced them quite a bit of money. It added up to be a lot by the time the crops were housed, but we got straight with them, by me taking one of the mules allowed $365.00. A hired hand helped me work and we tended the land with the team for three years and made very good crops.

At the same time I corresponded with a girl in VA. That did not last very long; however, at the same time I was corresponding wing a girl at Colifax. We corresponded quite a while and finally was engaged, but she wanted to marry someone near her home, so we broke up. I went to see Hilder Harper who lived in Duplin Co. We finally decided we could live together, so we were married 19 October 1916, and on that day it rained the most I have ever seen. Elder Oliverson married us. He and I left here (Nahunta) that morning about noon and it slacked up some. We drove a Model T Ford down there, which was 43 miles. The roads was ruff–the water was up to the foot board. We got there in time and was married and came back that evening and had a reception. We lived with my mother until the old Radford house was clear. Then we moved there and tended the land and had Charlie Aycock live with us and help me work.

We were going along very well; however, the U.S. declared war with Germany, and I was the first the President drawed out, so I was drafted in the army 20 September 1917. I was sent to Fort Jackson, and was stationed there for eight months. My wife stayed part of the time at Sister Jorden’s, and I could get a pass once in a while and be with her. It became time to fill the Thirty Army (Division?), so they could be sent over seas. They took some of our men and put them in the Thirty Division. Then they moved us near Greenville to Camp Sevear and filled our outfit with new recruits, so my wife moved to Greenville. It was hard to get a pass to Greenville, so my wife got boarding in the country not too far from camp. We were in Greenville about two months, but a week or two before we were to leave my wife go sick. I went back and forth at night to see her. My captain was good to let me have the pass at that time. My wife had a miscarriage; it would have been a boy.

The day before the military company I was with were to leave they gave me a pass to bring my wife home. As we left Greenville there was a wreck on the road between Greenville and Greensboro, so we missed connections and had to spend the night in Greensboro. When I reached Princeton, the train that I was to take back had left, so I brought her on home and took the next train back to the camp.

That delayed the outfit from pulling out. So I got back in time to go with them to New York the next day. We spent a few days there. One night we taken the English ship for our trip. It was in a convoy of 18 ships, including one battle ship and one sub. We were on the water 13 days and we landed in Liverpool, England. We went across England on the train and went Across the English Channel.

We were in reserve for a while. Then we were put on guard up at the front for ten days. Then we dropped back. On the morning of 9 November, ON THAT LONG DRIVE, wading in water at night, we camped out and started the next morning on the drive. We were contacted by machine (probably machine gun fire or tanks or both) next, and about night we were relived by another outfit. We dropped back, pitched tents, and got orders to remain there for further orders. At 11:00 O’clock everything got quite on the front, so we remained there for a few days. Then we started on the long trip back through France.

We were there waiting for transportation back to the U.S.A., but during that time the flue was real bad in the U.S.A., and my brother Ralph died on 1 February 1919. The people back in North Carolina got a special discharge for me to come home, so I started the next day going from place to place till I got up with a bunch of casel outfit. After going through all of the inspecting, I finally boarded the boat that was taken from the Germans. It didn’t have enough balster (ballast) in it, so when we struck a storm we rode up and down, but after the 13th day we landed in New York. I was discharged 28 May 1919. I came home on the train to Pikeville and got someone to bring me home (about 8 miles). The next day I went down in Duplin Co. where my wife was, as she had been staying with her mother.

We stayed with my mother till 1 January and then moved into our house. We had only three rooms finished, and we finished others in our spare time. We bought two mules and paid $400.00 for one and $365.00 for the other one and went farming. By the time we had anything to sell, everything had hit bottom and things were cheap. I invested $1,700 in stock that I paid for which was not worth the paper it was written on. If my creditors had closed out on me, I would have lost everything I had. Along that time we had a baby born and we named him Denzel Wrenn Aycock. He was born 30 October 1921. We kept farming and paying interest and raising tobacco, cotton, corn, and chickens and eggs.

On 10 January 1924 a still-born baby was borned, which grieved us very much. On 24 July 1926 another one of our children were born, and we named her Dimple Aycock. On 5 November 1927 another one of our children was born and we named him Reed Vance Aycock. We were very proud of him. He was such a sweet and good child, but he was taken sick and didn’t stay with us very long. He died 24 July 1928. All was done for him that layed in our power. The Dr. stayed with him until about the last. He said that he had what people called Typhoid Fever. His temperature, just before he died, was 107 degrees.

We continued farming and struggling for lifehood. Then on 8 December 1929 another one of our children were born and we named her Delma. And this child before she was a year old had taken the Hooping Cough. She also had Double Pneumonia and was sick a long time. Dr. Smith was tending to her and he received a trained nurse to help out. Dr. Smith had to go to a meeting to the Wester States, so the next morning the nurse told me the baby was worse and needed attention. I went to Goldsboro to see it I could get the baby a specialist. The doctor was out, and I talked to his nurse. She said that she could not tell me when he would be back. I left word with her to have him come out to examine the baby. Dr. Crawford got there first and had her examined. By the time he was through, the Dr. from Goldsboro came in. The doctor from Goldsboro examined her. After he got through, the two doctors counseled. They came to the decision to make a pollis (poultice) made of flax seed and other things, which I don’t recall.

On 12 October 1942 Denzel Aycock was drafted in the Army, and that year we built the chapel, and along about that time we took Clifton Bell to raise, and about two years later we took his brother Braxton Bell to raise. That same year Denzel got his discharge. Clifton was born 23 November 1940 and Braxton was born 13 October 1942.

On 1 December 1946 Denzel, Helen, Delma, Mama (Hilda) left for Salt Lake City. There we met Dimple. All went through the Temple, and Denzel and Helen were married in the Temple. Mama and I were sealed to each other and all of the children were sealed to us. We also had our Patriarchal Blessing by Frank B. Woolburg on 6 December 1946. We visited around for a week and came back and had not car trouble. We had only a flat tire. The night of our arrival, Mama and I started after the boys. There were at the edge of the Duplin line. We had a wreck which damaged the car; it cost $500 to get it fixed. I had two broken ribs and Mama scared up her face a bit. Sister Ebbe Smith and husband brought us from town to home. We soon recovered and things went along very well for a while.

We got a chance to go out West again with Marland Harper and wife. We had a nice trip. We stayed with our daughters and had a nice visit. We went through a sealing session in the temple. It was quite an expense. We met a lot of our friends there is Salt Lake. Carl and Dimple brought us back home.

 

Ballance, Bettie Jane - Personal History

This information was collected from Bertha A. Maples, Beatrice A. Harper, Herman Barnes Aycock and William Walter Harper:

Bettie Jane Ballance was the first child of Robert Daniel Ballance and Nancy Collier.  She was born in Johnson County, Kenly, North Carolina, January 21, 1862.  Robert Daniel Ballance owned approximately 1000 acres of land in Johnston County and wanted his daughter to live on his land at the time of her marriage.

She received her early schooling with neighbor children in one of the homes which was taught by a “hired” teacher.  Her later schooling was received in Pinkney, Wayne County, North Carolina where because of her distance she boarded with the Michael Edgerton family.  She helped with the housework in exchange for her board.  They had a large family of boys so there was lots to do.

On February 1, 1883, Bettie married Thomas Ruffin Aycock in Kenly, North Carolina.  Thomas’ father, Barnes Aycock had traded his land between Pikeville and Goldsboro, North Carolina for the land which is presently owned by Beatrice A. Harper, Bertha A. Maples, Herman Barnes Aycock, W.W. Harper and Frank Overman.  Barnes built a home here.  It was here that Thomas took his bride.  Here they reared their family.

In November of 1898, Bettie was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  Prior to her husband’s death the December before, he had investigated the church.  It was he who invited the missionaries to their home.  On the day of her baptism Bettie sent a note to the children’s teacher asking that they be excused from school that afternoon to see the baptism.  The teacher wrote back a letter which expressed her feelings quite vividly.  She said she would as soon see someone turned over to a pack of wolves as see her baptized a member of such a church.  She felt it her duty to warn her of this awful thing.  Nevertheless, Bettie was baptized and as her children became of age they, too were baptized.

Bettie’s home was the office for the North Carolina District at the time Ben Rich was Mission President.  It was here she and her children met many missionaries as they would come and go.  Elder Charles A. Callis was one of them.  Because she opened her home to the missionaries, she was criticized by people of the community and some of the school board members questioned the suitability of her home for the school teachers who had boarded there for many years.  A good friend on the board refused to let them withdraw her home from the recommended list.

The family attended meetings in what was then called and is now fondly remember by some, the Meadow Meetinghouse.  It still stands at the edge of Johnston County.  It was here the North Carolina District Conferences were held and as many as forty and fifty missionaries met and were accommodated by the people in and around the community.  Tithing receipts issued to Bettie and her family show Bethel Branch, North Carolina District.

Because of the death of her husband two months before the birth of her youngest child, Bettie was left with a family of seven to provide for.  One year after Thomas’ death, her oldest son, Rovert, left for Utah with Elder Lewis Swensen, the missionary, who had baptized her.  By renting part of the land, with the help of her children, and be living quite simply she was able to support her family quite comfortably.  They raised most of their food and canned fruits and jellies and preserves in their season.  Cotton was their money crop.  It was Ralph, another son, who later “pioneered” in tobacco raising.

Bettie was about five feet and four inches tall; she had dark brown hair and blue eyes.  She was noted for her even temper and kept her troubles to herself.

Bettie was crippled with arthritis and was on crutches for three or four years.  She had pneumonia which cleared up but left her heart so weak she was not able to recover from it.  She died in the home she came to as a bride.

Clark, Charlotte Gailey "Legacy"

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The Legacy of Charlotte Gailey Clark 

This history was written for the Grantsville West Stakes Womens' Legacy Week held in Grantsville, Utah on September 16-19, 1982.

My name is Charlotte Gailey Clark. In Grantsville, Utah, on January 21, 1858, Isaac Morley laid his hands on my head to give me a patrirachal blessing. He said "at the head of thy family thou art honored and thy posterity in rearing sons who will become heirs to the Holy Priesthood. Thou will be honored in the blessings of posterity who will treasure thy name and memory in honor. Thy counsel and example will be sealed upon their memories from generation to generation". Because of this blessing, I would like to tell you my story.

I was raised in Action, Herferdshire, England, a beautiful farming country with green carpeted rolling hills. There were fine, beautiful cultivated vails all around small, neatly kept villages with small, tudor style homes. I had a great love of flowers and they were all around me in every color--brilliant reds, royal purples, and bright, sunny yellows. I walked through these hills and dreamed pleasant, happy dreams-- I dreamed of a good husband; happy, playful, healthy children, and a pleasant home with trees and flowers. I dreamed of happy times, healthy times, righteous times, and oh how I pictured the man I would marry! I wanted him to be tall, dark and handsome. It was important to me too, that he be religious. I had been brought up in a religious family and i could not be happy in a home that did not have the influence of the spirit of God. I wanted him to honor me as well as the people about him. It was important that he treat people with respect. I had met a man I was interested in. He had these qualities-- and he was athletic as well. He was kind and tender, but was a boxer of "no mean ability." I was happy around him, and I wanted to be around him all the time.

On November 28, 1825, we were married. Seven dear children were born to us in Herefordshire. Then in March, 1840, an event occured that changed every facet of my life. My husband had become a Wesleyan Methodist minister. That was his occupation. He became discouraged with this religion, felt it did not follow the scriptures, and had broken away with Thomas Kington to form a group called the "United Brothren". There were 600 people and 45 preachers who were searching for "light and truth". My husband was second in command.

Wilford Woodruff came to England as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. On March 1, 1840 he was preaching in Hanley, England. While singing the first hymn in the evening services, the Spirit of the Lord rested upon him and the voice of God said to him, "This is the last meeting that you will hold with this people for many days". He was astonished. The next morning he asked the Lord what his Will was. The Lord told him to go South. He had a great work for him. There were many souls waiting for the word. Wilford Woodruff went to Mr. John Benbow's Hill Farm, Castle Frome, Ledbury, Herefordshire. Wilford Woodruff presented himself to Mr. Benbow. Mr. Benbow gave the news that there was a company of men and women--over six hundred in number--who had broken off from the Wesleyan Methodists and had taken the name of United Brethren. For religious services they had chaples and many houses that were licensed according to the law of the land. They were searching for light and truth, but had gone as far as they could, and were calling upon the Lord continually to open the way before them and send them light and knowledge, that they might know the true way to be saved.

Wilford Woodfuff preached that month through this field of labor, he was able to bring into the Church through the blessings of God, over 1800 souls during eight months, including all of the United Brethern except one person. My husband and I were baptized into the Mormon Church by Wilford Woodruff, as were four of my children, John W., Eleanor, Hannah, and Ann. Thomas H. and Sarah weren't old enough. My brother, John Gailey, also a member of the United Brethren, was baptized on March 24th. My Husband was ordained an Elder on June 23, 1840 and was then sent to proclaim the restored gospel until April 6, 1842 when, at the head of a group of saints, we left our native England from Glouchester to join the main body of the Church in America.

I had my reservations. I loved my husband, I approved of what he was doing. I had accepted the gospel. But I was leaving my native land. I knew nothing of America but what I had heard. I was leaving a land steeped in history for over 2,000 years to go to a country that for all sakes and purposes had been inhabited by wild Indian bands. A journey across the ocean is not without its misgivings either. Two months spent at sea traveling with unknown groups invites sickness and disease. Will there be enough to eat? Will our ship sink in the middle of the ocean? Will turbulent storms swallow us alive? And how will we survive when we got there? My husband had earned his living as a minister. How would he earn his living now? Would we make it?

We did make it. We crossed the ocean on the good ship Catherine. On her return voyage she sank. We even made it to Nauvoo on July 8, 1841, Hannah Maria's birthday. The violent persecution that the saints had endured in Missouri had weakened the people there, and the toll of crossing the sea and traveling to Nauvoo had left our family weak. The exposure to hardship made us all an easy prey to malaria. There was much illness among the children.

The newspaper, "St Louis Atlas", referred to Nauvoo as the largest town in the State of Illinois. It also said, 'At this moment they present the appearance of an enterprising, industrious, sober and thrifty population, indeed, as in the respects just mentioned, have no rivals East, and we rather guess, not even West of the Mississippi."

We found residence in a blacksmith shop. It was a far car from the beautiful home we had in England. It had no doors or windows. My husband and John W. worked on the Nauvoo Mansion. It was a substantial building, the principal hotel of the city and also the home of President Smith. It was built and owned by President Smith for the accommodation of visitors to Nauvoo. It was used while plans were continued to build the Nauvoo House. President Smith lived there until the time of his death, and his bullet torn body lay there in state after the tragedy at Carthage. Our family was honored that they could work there.

Thomas Henry jr. was not very old at that time so he could not do too much work, but he did small chores. He and a man named Benny Barrus herded cows for the saints. They were paid in foodstuffs and they had not much of that. We were unable to have more than one kind of food each day. For example, one day we would have cornmeal, another day squash, another day meat.

Life was hard here. I found myself thinking back to the days in England. Here was mob violence. Threats were heard daily. The Prophet's life was threatened. There was much illness. I had buried two of my little ones -- Ann and Sarah. They were buried West of the Nauvoo Temple. Two new daughters were born to us -- Mary Ann and Charlotte. Yet my heart ached for the two daughters I had lost. Illness scared me. I panicked when one of my children would mention a sore throat or cough. If I did not have the gospel, I don't think I could have made it through from day to day.

The Prophet is dead. "On June 29, 1844, the martydom of Joseph Smith, the Prophet, and Hyrum Smith, the Patriarch, occurred. They were shot in Carthage Jail on the 27th of June, 1844, about 5:00 p.m. by an armed mob painted black -- of from 150 to 200 persons. Hyrum was shot first and fell camly, exclaiming "I am a dead man." Joseph leaped from the window and was shot dead in the attempt, exclaiming, "oh Lord, my God!" They were both shot after they were dead in a brutal manner."

The Prophet said these words to the Nauvoo Legion:

"It is thought by some that our enemies would be satisfied with my destruction; but I will tell you that as soon as they have shed my blood, they will thirst for the blood of every man in whose heart dwells a single spark of the fullness of the gospel. The opposition of these men is moved by the spirit of the adversary of all righteousness. It is not only to destroy me, but every man and women who dare believe the doctrine that God hath inspired me to teach in this generation."

When the work of the Prophet gave promise that it would survive him, every means was sought to harrass and destroy those who devoted their life to the work of the Prophet. Our family was included in these efforts. We were notified by a mob at 2:00 in the afternoon that we had 16 hours to leave our homes or my husband would receive 30 lashes from each member of the mob. We did not trust the mob and gathered what precious possessions we could. A gentile friend hid us in a corn patch for the night and helped us across the Mississippi River the next day. We left a large portion of our possessions in Nauvoo.

We went with the main body of the Church to Winter Quarters. My husband and two sons went to work in the hay fields to provide for us. Then my husband was asked to fill a mission to the branches of the Church in Iowa and Missouri, so John William, then 19 had to take the full responsibility of providing for our family. He worked on a ferry which crossed the Missouri River and at a lumber camp nearby. My husband completed his mission, but Brigham Young called him to go to England to preach the gospel on July 17, 1848. He labored in England and baptized a large group of saints. Upon his release, he was assigned to be President of the emigrating group who sailed on the James Pennel ship. He paid for his own fair on the return trip. He reported to Orson Pratt that he had a safe arrival in New Orleans on October 22, 1849. He arrived back homed with us soon after that. I cannot tell you how relieved I was that he was finally home. It had been long years of absence. My children grew with responsibility, but we all missed him very much.

Among the people Thomas Henry brought with him was a young girl named Ann Mickleright. He joked with John William, saying he had brought a wife for him. John William wasn't too pleased with the teasing of his father, but he grew to love Ann, wooed her, and they were married August 2, 1850.

The whole family set about the task of preparing for the journey to the Rocky Mountains. We had to secure sturdy wagons and good teams, farm tools, and household and food supplies. My husband and John William operated a ferry at Ferryville, iowa. We sold the ferry operation on July 11, 1852, to get funds and we began the long trip Westward.

My husband was appointed captain of the ten wagons which made up his group of the wagon train. We wanted to get to Salt Lake as soon as possible, so the journey was a regorous one. Every morning at 5:00 a.m. a bugle would sound. We would arise and join in family prayer before leaving with the wagons. We would feed the teams, eat breakfast, and have the wagons rolling by 7:00 a.m.. During the day, the families walked by the wagons. The men would carry a loaded gun or have one in easy reach. At night the wagons were formed into a circle with the tongues outward. After supper, the whole group would join in singing, story telling and sometimes dancing till the bugle sounded at 8:30 for the benediction. I loved the singing and the stories. Afterwards, each family returned to its own wagon where family and personal prayers were said. All was quiet by 9:00 p.m.

My Children walked the greater part of the way across the plains. At this time, Mary Ann was nine and Charlotte was seven. One day Charlotte was trying to get out of the wagon while it was traveling along, but she fell and one of the heavy wheels ran over her chest. It seemed that someone lifted the weight of the wheel from her body and she was drawn from under the wagon before the back wheel could run over her. We all felt that some unseen power protected her.

Charlotte was an unusually active girl and would explore every nook and cranny on the trail. Her only pair of shoes could no longer be worn and she no longer had anything to wear on her feet. The rocks, thorns and the hot, burning sand combined to make her tender feet even more tender. I did all I could at night to help her, but it didn't seem to help.

My small daughter's solution to her problem was to kneel every night by her blanket and ask God to send her a pair of shoes. She never considered that a pair of shoes could not be had in exchange for the most treasured heirloom. She knew only that she needed shoes and she believed God would send them to her.

One day while walking beside the wagon, Charlotte and Mary Ann saw some bushes growing along a creek. They were some distance from the trail, but asked me if they could run to the bushes and pick some berries. I would never consent to such things. There was always danger; if not from wild animals, from the Indians. But the thought of fresh fruit for supper and my girls eagerness to go, made me consent. I instructed them to fill their pail as quickly as possible and hurry back to the wagon as fast as they could run.

I could see them eagerly picking berries and laughing to one another. Suddenly Charlotte cried out, "oh, He sent them! He sent them! I knew he would send them if only I asked Him! Mary Ann, come here and look!" Mary Ann went running and found Charlotte kneeling on the ground, clutching a pair of sturdy shoes. Between laughing and crying, Charlotte sat on the ground and pulled on one of the shoes. "Look Mary Ann, Father knows just my size," she said.

The girls ran at break-neck speed toward the wagons. I started toward them when Charlotte said, "Mother, He sent them to me and they just fit." My husband and I were both perplexed. We knew Charlotte had prayed for the shoes, and this seemed to be an answer to all our prayers. Her feet had endured all they could. My husband and I knew they must belong to someone else -- but where was the owner? We Finally told Charlotte that if they belonged to someone in our wagon train, she must return them. The shoes were to be tied to our wagon for a week, and if nobody claimed them, Charlotte could have them.

At the end of the week, no one had claimed them, even though there were others in the wagon train who were barefoot. Charlott received them and wore them for the remainder of the journey and for many months after we had arrived in Grantsville.

During the journey, cholera struck the wagon train and many people died, Our family was severely afflicted, but none of us were lost. The Lord had blessed us.

We arrived in Salt Lake in October of 1852 and went on to Grantsville. It would have been nice to stay in Salt Lake. It had been four years since the saints had arrived, and a real settlement was beginning to take place. It was October -- no time to grow food for the winter, and no time to build shelter for the winter. But to Grantsville we came. We came with four other families -- the Bakers, Durfeys, Sevas, and Watsons. Along with the first settlers, James Mcbride and Harrison Severe family -- there were twenty six souls in all. A few more families arrived -- but we appealed to President Brigham Young to send more families to strengthen our place and support our school. We did not feel safe from the Indians, eather, being so few in number.

Indian raids were common. They would steal cattle and kill hundreds of them. Valuable items were lost and terror was found in the hearts of all of us.

We built log houses in fort form -- close together and all facing the same direction. A stockade was built sticking cedar posts into the ground. Our concern was heigtened because the indians were able to obtain a vast amount of powder, shots, caps, and guns from white settlers. On March 27, 1853, my husband, Thomas H. Clark was susrained as President of the Grantsville Branch. John R. Walker was sustained as First and William Martindale as second Counselor. My husband was concerned about the Indian situation and cut off all brethren from the Church who had been selling guns and ammunition to the Indians. The Presiding Brethren of the Church commended him and wished other Bishops would do likewise. The fall and winter of 1852-1853 found the Indians continually driving off and killing stock. Many times search parties were sent out. The cattle had to be guarded by day and closely corralled by night. In the spring of 1853, it was decided to build a fort for proper security. So we tore our house down and moved it to the place assigned at the fort. Each man was to build part of the wall according to the amount of space he widhed to occupy. "There were gates which could be hung on each side when the Indians became hostile. Portholes were built into the walls to shoot through in case of attack. If the Indians became mean, the stock was driven into the fort at night. The customary house was one room 14' x 16' with a lean-to at the back for storage."

"The homes were straight pine logs, desirable as they could be obtained. Straight logs not only made good looking houses, but also the most comfortable as they could be chinked more tightly."

Our cabin had earthen floors and dirt roofs. In the spring, some of these would sprout, giving us a green roof. Wooden shutters closed the windows at night.

In 1853, the "Ninth General Epistle" issued by the First Presidency stated, "Translate the Book of Mormon into every language and dialect under heaven, and print the same, as God shall give you the opportunity; and from the heavens the gift of tongues; and by it translation from language shall be more and more manifest unto the Elders of Israel."

In 1853, William Lee was building a chimney on the outside of his log cabin when an Indian appeared and made signs to him that he wished to help. William Lee was afraid and went inside the cabin, but the Indian kept making signs and began carring rocks to the chimney site and started mixing mud. William Lee finally became more courageous and came out and let the Indian help him build the chimney. That night he gave the Indian supper and a blanket to sleep on. Early the next morning, he let the Indian know by sign that he was going up to the canyon for wood, and he would like his company, because it was unsafe to go alone. About halfway up the canyon Lee found himself facing the Indian and talking to him in the Indian language. He was so interested in the Indian that he paid no attention to the oxen. They had turned around and Lee found himself entering the fort with the Oxen, Wagon and the Indian, but no wood. The language that had been revealed to William Lee was an answer to all of our prayers. They called for my husband who called the group together and the Indian addressed them in his own tongue with William Lee interpreting. My husband told the Indian, named Ship-rus, to go to his people and bring them to the fort so he could talk to them. In two days the Indian returned. William Lee stood on a chair, talking to them for an hour, telling them of their origins and that the settlers were their friends. They would be taught how to till the ground and supply themselves with the necessities of life. The Indians answered in this way, "The mountains are ours, the water, the woods, the grass, the game all belong to us, but the Mormons are our brothers, we will share all with them and smoke the pipe of peace together."

My husband was very concerned about the Indians. He treated them with respect and set the example for all of us to follow. Our family was noted for our kindness to the Indians. Blessings because of this kindness came back to us many fold.

One instance was in 1865 when our son-in-law, Charles Graham Parkinson was sent to Camp Floyd on an errand for the government. He was wearing a soldier's blue overcoat. The coat had all the trimmings which looked very nice to Charles. However, it led to great danger, Because Charles was taken captive by the Indians. No matter what he tried to tell them, in the Indians eyes he was a soldier, and they were determined to do away with him. The Indians had a great council meeting during which a yoiung brave by the name of Taby recognized Charles as one of our "papooses". It was a lucky day for Charles for all of the Indians had a great love for the "pale face Clark", so Charles was released.

During funerals of our family, there were many Indians in attendance, sometimes as many Indians as whites. We had a great love for one another.

The years of 1855 and 1856 were in many ways the most trying that we have ever faced. This was a period of much dispair. Hunger was caused by unfavorable growing seasons and hordes of grasshoppers. James Mcbride wrote, "Men struggled with weakness as they went to and their labors." Mr McBride had harvested more wheat than anybody, and he shared generously with all of us. It was a time when women had to pull together. My friend, Olive Hale, wrote to her husband who was on a mission in Las Vegas, "I tell you, Aroet, that there never was such hard times since I can remember. I hardley know what we shall do for wheat, and we have no garden stuff . . . we have lost Old Rose. She would have made a good winter cow. We have dried out her tallow and got 15 pounds . . . one of the sows had eight pigs, and the other had five. Alma turned three in for debts, sold two for store pay, and two died. We don't know what we'll fatten the other pigs on for our winter meat."

For three years nature did not assist us in supplying for our needs. As president of the Branch, my husband was not only concerned with our families needs, but all of the others as well. We carried water from mountain streams, prepared more acreage for crops, and worked with one another to provide for the needy. We needed great spiritual strength.

Our trials did not end. On July 27, 1857, news of the coming of Johnston's Army reached the saints in Salt Lake. The news traveled quickly to Grantsville. We had been driven from Nauvoo because of persecution. We had traveled West to carve a place out of the land nobody else wanted. Would they never leave us alone?

We as a branch gave support to President Brigham Young in the offensive against Johnston's Army. My husband wrote an epistle dated Grantsville, Oecober 23, 1857. This epistle was written when the Territory was ruled by officers who were not friendly to the citizens of Utah.

"To the President and brothren of the School of the Prophets in Grantsville who are now assembled."

"Dear Brethren as this is a day of thick clouds and darkness, and it seams that great trouble is at hand, therefore I do think it would be wisdom to know what arms and ammunition each brother has on hand. Also every horseman to have his horse, saddle and bridle and everything ready to go if wanted at a minute's notice, and every man that is able to bear arms to be ready at any hour. Officers and men don't delay. If you are not ready, leave everything and get ready. Do not have to go on the prairie to hunt your horses when they ought to be under saddle. Never, no never, no never let it be said that the Grantsville brethren are not behind with men and money to sustain the Kingdom of God, its rights and its servants. "He that will save his life, shall lose it". Brethren be ready to defend the Kingdom of God and he will bless you."

P. S. Please remember me in your prayers,

Yours truly in the Gospel of Christ,
Thomas H. Clark Sr.

Our fears of the Army continued, and in the spring of 1858, we obeyed the orders of the Church to again vacate our homes and property and move "South". Only ten faithful men were left in Grantsville to look after things, take care of the cattle, and to watch the crops. My son Thomas Clark jr, was one of these men. He was under orders to burn every building and destroy all crops and trees should Johnston's Army persist in coming in. We were not going to leave anything for the Army as we had done in Nauvoo.

The move South was a very discouraging one for all of us. We now had food to eat, but little to wear. Some people were almost naked. We settled between Santaquin and Payson in crude tents, wagon boxes, and sometimes bare earth. We were blessed. A treaty was signed with government representives, Johnston's Army passed through Salt Lake and settled at Cedar Fort. By the 4th of July, we were back to Grantsville to really celebrate. I felt this was the start of many celebrations. Now most of our time could be devoted to establishing a haven for our children, instead of merely surviving for so many long years. We could work on family tradition, family values, treasures of a real value to be left as a legacy for our posterity who followed.

My life on earth was such a short one when viewed in the eternities. Did I spend it wisely? Did I give my children and those around me the things they needed? I would want my posterity to remember us as a happy family, able to enjoy life, ready to meet each new circumstance with a positive attitude. I would want them to remember us as hard working, loving towards our fellow man regardless of their race, and willing to put the work of the Lord first. The most important thing I could teach them was to serve the Lord so we could be together in the eternities. The legacy I would like to leave is this "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord." Charlotte Gailey Clark

Clark, Charlotte Gailey

History of Charlotte Gailey Clark

There’s an old Joke in the LDS church that when the Church authorities are looking for a Bishop they find the most righteous, most capable person in the Ward and they call her husband. This fits perfectly Charlotte Gailey Clark, wife of Thomas Henry Clark first bishop of Grantsville, Charlotte was bornJan 27 1803, in Much Cowarne,Herefordshire,England. Thomas Henry Clark and Charlotte Gailey were marriedNov 28, 1825in Bishops Froome, HerefordshireEngland. First child John William Clark was born thereJan 12, 1826. Charlotte Gailey was one of the very first of the group of about 600 people baptized by Wilford Woodruff.

The following timeline shows her place in these significant historical events.

March 1, 1840Wilford Woodruff’s birthday (33 years old)

March 3-4 1840Wilford Woodruff travels by coach and foot to Herefordshire

March 6, 1840Wilford Woodruff baptized 6 persons, John and Jane Benbow and four preachers[1].

March 7, 1840, (Saturday) Elder Woodruff “spent the day in preparing a pool for baptizing, for I saw their [there] was much to be done”.[2]

Mar 8, 1840, (Sunday) Charlotte Gailey Clark was baptized, along with her younger sister Jane.[3]

March 21, 1840Thomas Kington and his wife are baptized by Wilford Woodruff.

Mar 24, 1840,Charlotte’s brother John Gailey was baptized (also baptized is Ann Graves (Greaves) John Gaileys future wife).

Mar 30,1840,Charlotte’s husband Thomas Henry Clark was baptized.

April 29 1840, Thomas Clark ordained a priest. (WW 189)

May 13, 1840, Eleanor Gailey, Charlotte’s mother is baptized at Froomes Hill by John Cheese.[4]

June 20, 1840, Charlotte’s first three children, eldest son John William (baptized by his father Thomas Henry Clark and confirmed by Elder Wilford Woodruff) and daughters Eleonor and Eliza Clark were baptized on this day[5].

June 21, 1840. Her husband Thomas Henry Clark is ordained an Elder at the hands of Wilford Woodruff and Willard Richards.

            Charlotte Gailey Clark’s faithfulness in being the first to accept the gospel and the example and legacy she set for her immediate family and numerous posterity is un-measurable in this life. She continues to be a support and shows much faithfulness even through tumultuous times.

            Charlotte Gailey Clark’s faithfulness is evident in promises to her in a Patriarchal Blessing given in Nauvoo “A blessing by John Smith, Patriarch (uncle to the Prophet Joseph Smith)

…”[&] a lawful heir to the priesthood with all its powers in common with thy companion, thou shalt have faith to heal the sick by the laying on of hands, in thine house, and also in other places when there is no Elder present;…thou shalt have a numerous posterity and their names shall be written with the sons of the mighty…thy name shall be had in honorable remembrance to all generations…”[6]

 Charlotte Clark’s death is mentioned along with her daughter Hannah, in the journal of Mary Ann Weston Maughan, “The grasshoppers are very thick. They have destroyed a part of our crops in Cache Valley; our wheat is all gone that is up. Many Brethren’s crops are eaten as soon as they come up. The Black Measels are very bad in Tooele. In Grantsville they buried 30 in 4 months, Sister Clark and her daughter Hannah Parkinson being in the number. She left a child 8 or 9 months old”[7].

            You can learn more about Charlottes’amazing life by reading the history of Thomas Henry Clark in this book or his complete history in a book by this author[8].


[1] From Wilford Woodruff’s journal it say’s he baptized 6 persons: John and Jane Benbow, Ann Bourne, Mary Rowberry, Charles Price, & John Cheese (both preachers of the United Brethren) British Mission History, Church Historian’s Office.

[2] Times and Seasons “Truth Will Prevail”City of NauvooIllinois,March 1, 1841. Volume 2, Number 9 [Whole No. 21 Theological. (Original) Elder Woodruff’s Letter, (concluded)] www.centerplace.org/history/ts/v2n09.htn

[3] Wilford Woodruff lists 7 persons he baptized on March 8, Joseph & Margaret Pullin, James Hill & John Parry (both preachers of the United Brethren), Jane Gailey, (Charlotte Clark’s younger sister) John Wm Benbow & Charlotte Clark. British Mission History, Church Historian’s Office. (March 8 is the date Wilford Woodruff records as the “constable story” see next chapter.)

[4] Wilfrod Woodruff’s Record of Baptisms, (BYU Family History microfilm file) Eleanor is misspelled Elener.

[5] Ibid

[6] Recorded in Volume 7, page 321 Number 294 and 295. 

[7] Journal of Mary Ann Weston Maughan, Hyrum’s Mission, A Tribute: Our Pioneer Heritage Volume 2

[8] Written by David M. Smith 3rd great grandson (SpringvilleUtah)

Clark, Charlotte (Clark Rowberry)

Note: This biography was submitted by L. R. Wrathall and was written by his aunt, Ellen R. Hinckly, a daughter of Charlotte.  It was published in several editions of the Clark News.

As I record these memories, the two Charlottes, Mother and my sister, are so interwoven that I can’t seem to separate them.  There I find that I keep creeping in, but I shall ask you to forget me.  I shall intrude as little as possible.

Mother was the baby of the Clark family, Uncle John, Aunt Elize Murdoc, Aunt Ellen Bryan, Uncle Tom, Aunt Hannah Parkinson, Grandfather and Grandmother Clark were converted to the Gospel by WIlford Woodruff.  They belonged to the band of United Brethren.  The whole organization was converted.  After the Clarks reached the Latter Day Saints in Nauvoo two little girls were born to them, Aunt Mary Ann and Charlotte, my mother.

As I remember Mother she was of medium height and she weighed about 130 pounds, an clear olive complexion, irregular features.  She had beautiful black wavy hair (she said when she was a girl it would curl in ringlets and little curls all over her head).  She would brush it's shining length and as a child I loved to run under her falling waves.  The perfume of her hair and it's softness thrilled me.  Mother’s crowning beauty was her large brown eyes.  They would shine and dance with pleasure - and dim over with pity.  They expressed such earnest kindness.  When I gazed into their depth I felt a quiet strength coming from her soul, that seemed to say, I have suffered mch and I have conquered much, and if need be I can conquer more.  Mother’s charm came from a radiant personality which like a delicate violin expressed every shade and tone of a tender, sensitive heart.  Smiles eemed to play constantly around her mouth and eyes. Her warm understanding and sympathy responded to every need of the human heart.  No one left her without feeling and uplift in his soul.  “The best part of a good man’s life are the kind unremembered acts” and so it was with Mother. 

Mother found herself a widow at thirty eight years of age, with five small children to support (Thomas, Charlotte, Ellen, Agnes and Sarah) She was young to face the world alone.  She had no particular skill or training to make a living, but she gathered her little flock in her protecting arms and faced the world.  Mother did have beautiful, efficient hands which she turned to account in many ways.  In our home there were many hardships.  Our house always seemed cold.  Often the water would freeze in the wash basin in the daytime.  Now as I look back Mother must have had a terrible struggle to get fuel.  Shoes were another problem.  She sometimes asked us not to jump the rope because skipping was so hard on shoes, but she might just as well have requested the birds not to fly as to try to keep Charlotte from jumping the rope.  No feat of skill with the rope was too difficult for her.

As a girl Charlotte was rather small.  Mother said he had small bones, but she had a plump well built body, very pretty legs and small feet.  How proud she was of her foot and tiny ankle.  They were always trim and well cared for.  She had a wealth of hair, it was thick and it reached almost to her knees, and it was of a rich chestnut color.  Her eyes were starry bright and she was so extremely shy.  When she and I were sent on an errand Charlotte would say she would go if I would ask or give the message.  I was the spokesman and we did errands for the entire neighborhood.  We never carried a note and never received a penny in pay.  I was larger for my age than was Charlotte and as Mother dressed us alike, strangers often mistook us for twins.  Charlotte never failed to see the funny side of everything, and was ever ready to play a joke on someone, often I was the goat.  Sometimes she could tease by making jingles about me, and they were rather clever, but usually there was no ripple in our joy as played together.

One of my earliest recollections is being in a lane on a beautiful spring morning, and a ditch ran north of this lane and it's bank was aglow with dandelions. There were a number of children there.  I wore crochet shoes; Charlotte held my hand, how tenderly she guided me over the rough places.  There was a strange wonder over everything yet how secure I felt with Charlotte, that feeling never left me.

Another early memory; Mother placed me in and Indian Squaw’s basket.  The Indian immediately started out carrying me.  Charlotte followed her around the house, and she cried as if her heart would break.  Mother told us, when we were older, that the squaw had asked her to put me in the basket to see what Charlotte would do.

Charlotte loved Mother’s babies very intensely.  When Agnes was a baby and Mother was in bed, cousins Maria and Mary Ann called to see Mother.  They brought some candy and as usual they wanted to buy the baby with the candy.  I sold the baby, but Charlotte would have nothing to do with the candy.  I sold the baby, but Charlotte would have nothing to do with the candy.  She kept saying to Mother, “Tell them to go home and mind their own babies.”  I enjoyed the candy with a feeling that Charlotte would not let them take the baby.

I suppose all small children have a feeling of security with their mothers.  When a very small tot I wandered away and before long I was 1st in some tall sagebrush.  I was filled with a strange fear and awe.  Suddenly Mother appeared, then a sudden rapture and a feeling of safety came over me as Mother took me by the hand and led me back.  It seemed to us children that Mother was never frightened; she never let us know that she was afraid.  We always felt safe with her.

Although Mother was very busy, we were well cared for.  At the close of a hot summer day our tired bodies and our burning feet knew the comforts of the evening bath.  As we nestled between the sheets, Mother would say, “Little children must be clean and sweet when they go to bed so that the angels may kiss them while they are sleeping.” 

 With the opening of school in the autumn Mothers work multiplied.  The early morning often found her, with needle and thread, bending over some clothing that she was making over or mending for us to wear.  Night after night our clothes were washed so as to be fresh and clean for the next day.  Mother never complained if our clothes were soiled or torn, but she quickly proceeded to repair them.

One of the first shocks that Charlotte and I received was the word that came to Grantsville from Tooele that our father was very ill.  Charlotte took me to a lonely spot in the garden, where we knelt in prayer and how earnestly we pleaded that father would get better.  Charlotte was sure that he would get well, but he did not recover.  The prayer gave us comfort at the time.  Soon after my father passed away, we went to Tooele for the funeral service.  How close the mountains appeared to be.  We stayed at Sister DeLaMares and had our first experience sleeping upstairs.  In the stillness of the night, it seemed that we could touch the mountain and even reach to the heavens and grasp the stars.  Father had a large family.  Almost all of the older members were making such a fuss (crying and fainting) but mother was so very quiet.  I recall that when Eva, the baby, died, Mother shed no tears.  She always had perfect control over herself.

Father’s last visit to our home as Mother told it:  Grandmother never liked father, she might have been jealous.  Father was not feeling at all well, yet Mother and Father had a lovely visit.  They discussed Father’s finances, he had lost a greater part of his property and he had a large family to support.  He spoke but without bitterness, of some of the brethren of the Stake who would not let him have any job that would bring in an income but he could have any job that was hard work and no pay.  Then they talked about the children and how they were to be educated.  There were no free schools then; the Methodist Churches were conducting the schools.  Father said the schools were a temptation, but Mother replied that she would never send her children there.  Father was pleased and said the Methodists were trying to undermine the faith of the Latter Day Saint’s children.  He expressed his appreciation of Mother’s unselfishness and also praised her for the way she handled her children.  He told her that his own hope for children loyal to the Church was hers.  Father was very affectionate and he expressed his love.  When he came to our home we children would rush to him for kisses and how we loved to perch ourselves on his knee.

Going back to that last visit, father had told Mother how blessed he had been in her love.  Now her sympathy and understanding had sustained him.  He said, What a blessing she was, and what a comfort she had always been.  He appreciated her faith and courage. Than they walked slowly to the gate, father embraced Mother and kissed her goodbye; he turned and looked at her and came back the second time to repeat the goodbye; and then he came back the third time and gave her such an strange penetrating look and he embraced and kissed her as if he would never let her go.  But this time he added, “God bless and protect you, Charlotte.”  Mother’s voice would falter and her bright eyes dim as she told us of this goodbye’ she always added, “Your father knew he would never see me again.”

One of Mother’s outstanding characteristics was her remarkable faith.  The Gospel to her was a real vital power.  She never had a doubt; to her a happy here-after was sure; she would be reunited with her loved ones; and she would progress with them.  Faith pervaded our home, we children were sent to primary and to Sunday School.  As soon as we came home from primary Mother would ask. “Did they put you on the program for the next meeting?” It seemed they always did, Mother would help us get our parts.  She would often say “You must do what they ask you, never say no.”  Religion was a practical part of Mother’s daily living.  She sought divine guidance constantly; we children were taught to revere the Church officials, never talk against them.  I remember President Taylor was coming to Grantsville one Sunday evening to speak.  Mother dresses us in our best explaining in reverent tones that we were going to hear the President of the Church speak and he was the prophet of the Lord.  When we came home we discussed his looks, his large eyes, and his sermon.  Then Mother told us of President Taylor in Carthage jail with the Prophet Joseph Smith and his terrible experience there.  This evening was so impressive that I am never happy when Church officials are criticised in my hearing.  When things were going bad with us Mother would say “when one door closes another opens,” and it seemed that such was the case.  Mother was promised in a blessing that she would be told in dreams of things to come.  This promise was fulfilled.  She dreamed what to do for Charlotte; when a baby she nearly died of whooping cough.  She also dreamed that I had diphtheria (at that time this disease was almost certain in death), and she saw what she must do to save me.  Who am I to question, even if I have never experienced anything like it. 

Mother said she went to bed one night with a heavy heart, she was greatly worried. How was she going to get the winter’s coal and where was she going to get shoes?  It seemed that a man came into her room; he stood looking at her then he pointed his finger at her and said, “Blessed is he who puts not his trust in the arm of flesh, but puts his reliance in the strength of the Lord.”  Mother said she turned over, went to sleep feeling sure that things would come out right.  Mother said this experience greatly comforted her.  One late afternoon Sister Hammond, the Relief Society President, came into our home; she kept quizzing Mother about her financial condition; Mother would say she was getting along fine.  SIster Hammond kept on talking on various subjects, finally she demanded to know how Mother’s food supply was.  Mother broke at last and confessed that she had very little in the house to eat; her last bit of flour was gone, and that she had no money to buy more.  In spite of this Mother protested the help that came that evening.  Sister Hammond said she had been impressed all day to come to see Mother; she said she was almost told to take help to Charlotte.  How grateful Mother was, yet she insisted upon doing some work to help to pay for the food.  But I am sure that evening a thankful prayer went to our Heavenly Father for his blessings.

As a child I never knew that we were poor, mother never complained.  Instead of saying we can’t afford it, or that we were too poor to buy the things we often wanted; she would say “We’ll see after a while how things come out.”  I appreciate the heritage this gave us more than I can say.  I grew up holding my head as high as the next one- proud of my name and proud of my folks.  There was no inferiority complex in our home.

I spoke of Charlotte jumping the rope, well in a way she was quite an athlete; she could skate and skim over the ice as swift as the wind.  There wasn’t a tall tree in the neighborhood that she hadn’t perched herself in it's topmost branches.  On foot she was fast, winning many races, but the two sports in which she excelled were hopscotch and jacks.  I think she was never beaten in playing jacks, and her hopscotch was nearly a tradition at school.  Another of her feats was to walk around the block on the picket fences and not to put her foot on the ground.  When the old adobe school house was being built and the builders were ready to start putting on the roof, she climbed to the top of the walls and began to walk around on them.  Terrorized people came running from all directions to get her down.  She was absolutely fearless and would dare anything.  Another skill was her jumping, she would jump from high places as well as make her broad jumps, she would almost fly over broad deep ditches.  South of our home on the new school block the land was owned by the Clark estate.  On their land there was a huge high stack of hay and hear by was a stable; she would jump from the stack and land on the stable; the stable was quite a distance away.  Once she coaxed and enticed me to try it, finally I did but I did not make it.  I was deathly sick after the fall, I have never forgotten how tenderly Charlotte cared for me until I felt better.  We never spoke of this adventure to Mother.

Our chicken coups were rather high and they had a decided slant.  One day Charlotte had been gathering the eggs, and she carried them in her apron.  Next she climbed on top of one of the coops and as usual she was coaxing me to climb up and she would show me how very easy it was to walk forward and backward.  But alas, she walked too far backward, it was really too difficult to unscramble her from the eggs.

While visiting at Aunt Mary Ann's one Sunday, true to form she climbed on one of the sheds and as she was running along she dropped through into some fresh manure.  She was due for a cleaning, Rachel laughingly said, as she took Charlotte into the house, washer clothes, and did her up right.

I suppose all children look forward to Christmas, but few enter more into the spirit of the day than we did. Mother would tell us stories of the Christ Child as well as other types of Christmas stories; the imaginations had full sway.  I am glad we had commercial Santas then.  For weeks we would try to be good and never quarrel so as to please Santa Clause; then on Christmas Eve we would go to be so early, but before retiring we had the thrilling experience of hanging up our stockings.  Our great happiness came in the early dawn of the morning as we huddled in our nightgowns by the dim lighted fire.  We would take each article from it's wrapping, our surprise and joy as each treasure came to light knew no bounds.  Mother always contrived to have some kind of surprise for us.  Upon looking back at those Christmases, our presents were meager, but our contentment was complete.  We anxiously looked forward to a new Christmas book and were never disappointed.  Sometimes our dolls and a few of our toys would disappear a month or two before Christmas strings to say our dolls would present themselves on Christmas morning all bedecked in new clothes, and they would often bring strange messages.  Sarah sucked her thumb, consequently an sugar-tit or a pig-tail was to be found in the toe of her stocking.  In those days the popular candy was hard-tack and the old fashioned stick-candy. This candy was shipped to the store in a good sized box.  Mr. Robinson, the store manager, would send Mother the supposedly empty box, but he would leave quite a bit of candy in the box.  Mother was so grateful, she would often tell us of his kindness.

Once in a while the town would have a community Christmas tree and a Santa Claus.  On one of these occasions Grandmother took Charlotte and me to the program; Mother had prepared us not to expect anything; she told us that Santa would bring our things home, that there would be nothing on the tree for us.  We were satisfied, but there were two beautiful wax dolls on the tree, one for Charlotte and one for me.  Were we thrilled and happy?  On our way home Grandmother told us that she bought the dolls and had dressed them.  Grandmother had a lot of pride, she would not let us go without a gift in the public.  I am certain my mother knew nothing about the doll.

Mother was a real home-maker; she always made home interesting and exciting.  She used to delight our hearts by her singing, how we would beg for a song.  We never tired of hearing the ballad of “The Mistletoe to Bow’, “Darling Nellie Gray”, “Butter Cheese and All”, and many others.  She knew scores of songs.  I don’t know how her voice rated, but to us it was sweet.  As children she taught us games such as checkers and simple card games.  She was always working up surprises for us.  When Charlotte and I were tiny little girls our dolls disappeared, we searched in vain for them.  On Easter morning when I opened my eyes, there on the toilet table by the bed stood our dolls, arrayed in new bonnets, coats, and dressed, carrying a basket of colored eggs.  With one hilarious cry I sparing out of bed calling to Charlotte.  We rushed to Mother for an explanation.  She said she supposed the dolls had been to fairyland to get the eggs for East.  I never doubted it for a moment.

She had a keen sense of humor and was always ready for a good joke.  I shall write just a few samples of them.  She had an old clock which she could make strike as many times as she wished.   When our boy friends stayed too long at night, or later than she approved of, she started the clock in the kitchen.  After it struck thirty or forty times the boys would bid us a hasty good night.  On April Fool’s Day Mother was ready with her jokes.  Sometimes she would prick and egg shell getting the yolk and white out, then she would fill the shell with batter.  She cooked these and served them to Thomas who was very fond of eggs.

When Ira and Sarah were courting they would sit up rather late, sometimes Mother would hide alarm clocks in strange places about the room, these clocks would go off at intervals. One night Mother got up and began rattling the stove.  Ira started to beat it; Mother called to Sarah to tell Ira that breakfast would soon be ready.

I had a craze for reading novels.  At one time when I had some very exciting reading, I would go to the choke-cherry grove early in the morning and read for hours without even cleaning up.  One day Charlotte came to the grove and told me there was some company in the home from the city.  She very obligingly brought me the wash basin, the comb, and a clean dress.  I made a hasty toilet and with my best society smile I entered the living room.  There sat Mother with the funniest little bonnet perched on the top of her head.  Agnes was all dolled up sitting in a rocking chair.  Mother as serious as an owl gave a dignified little nod and said “How do you do.”  You could have bought me with a burnt out match.  The lesson went home.

She would make funny comments about some of the hymns that were sung.  She told us of going home from the morning conference meeting, when they came back for the afternoon meeting the first song the choir sang was, “O what trials and tribulations have we passed through since last we met.”

Thomas had a lot of hair soft and very thick.  One day when Charlotte was using the curling tongs, Thomas suggested that she curl his hair.  This she did, making a mass of tiny, tight curls.  Thomas looked in despair at these curls.  He asked me what he should do about them; I said brush them out thoroughly.  His head looked as large as a tub much to the delight of his companions who called him B. H. Roberts.

When a girl I was drawing a map for one of my classes at school and was coloring it with colored pencils.  Thomas kept taking them and he would try to color my face, he didn’t make much headway because the pencils were hard.  Finally I got him in a corner (he was very ticklish) and was trying to mark his face, he laughed and laughed. Mother passed me quietly and put some soft bright colored chalk into my hand.  I made his face every color imaginable.  Mother passed me again, took the chalk and put it away.  With difficulty I persuaded Thomas to look into the mirror, he was thunder-struck and shocked beyond anything.  He went to the hammock and told Charlotte he would give her a half dollar if she would tell him how he got that color on his face.  Charlotte replied that he should know for wasn’t he there with his face at the time.  Months afterward we told him, he should have known that Mother was in on it.

One afternoon Sarah came home from the store.  She brought two boxes of chocolates, she gave us one and put the other one in her trunk.  I said Ira is coming tonight, so I took the box of chocolates and tipped the candy in a paper bag.  Mother took a long time helping me select round pieces of coal to put in the paper cups.  We carefully sealed up the box.  Ern and I won.  I won’t give Ern or Ellen any, she opened the box and passed it to everyone but Ern and me.  No one said a word until she put a piece in her own mouth and bit down on it, then the laugh went up.  I brought out the bag of candy saying I have some candy but I won’t give Sarah any.  It seemed that Mother was in on all of our jokes.

Two little girls, Charlotte and me, playing under some locust trees.  The air is heavy with the perfume of the white blossoms; bees are humming and buzzing and a number of canary birds are singing.  Our hats are trimmed with the blossoms (my hat was a calendar turned up-side-down with flowers in the holes).  Mother had read in the paper of some children who were poisoned from eating locust blossoms.  We wondered whether or not to eat some of the blossoms to see what it would do to us.  We did eat a few.

Charlotte although fearless when climbing, etc was very shy of people and she was afraid of the dark.  She and I slept together; she was afraid to sleep on the outside of the bed.  Mother would say, “Ellen is a brave girl, she will sleep on the outside.” Although a little shaky I would take the outside.

One type of play that afforded us much pleasure was our paper children.  We cut them from fashion magazines and we would arrange them in families.  There was one shortage and that was me, but being Mormons we played that the men were on missions; sometimes we would baptize these paper dolls.  One of our favorite diversions was the concerts we held.  We arranged our paper families in rows and then we would recite and sing for them; many a fine story we read for their benefit.  Charlotte would do the reading, she was an excellent reader.

Then again Charlotte was very skilled with her needle, we would spend much time sewing for our real dolls.  Often Charlotte would make me a very particular dress, coat, or hood for my doll, then I was so thrilled that I would talk her almost to death.

Charlotte had a strange habit when small, she would bury her toys.  Mother told of two lovely dolls that were never rescued from their last resting place.  Once she persuaded me to let her bury some of our choice paper children for the winter; we marked the place carefully, but the next spring we dug in vain trying to find them.  Years later we knew what happened to them.

Grandfather Clark’s family came to Utah in 1852 and were sent out to help settle Tooele Valley, they made their home in Grantsville.  We were held breathless as Mother told of her early experiences.  COming from Nauvoo she walked the plains, or at least the greater part of the way.  She told of trying to get out of the wagon while it was traveling along but she fell and one of the heavy wheels ran over her chest.  It seemed to her that someone lifted the weight of the wheel from her body and that she was drawn from under the wagon before the back wheel ran over her.  Mother believed that some unseen power protected her.  Then she would tell of her life in the old fort and of her narrow escape from the Indians.

There was an uprising of the Indians and it looked as if the settlers of the fort would be massacred.  Some of the men, among them William D. Lee went out to meet these Indians.  William Lee was given the gift of tongues, he talked to the Indians in their own language and the Indians were won over and the tragedy averted.  Brother Lee never lost this gift, the Indians always considered him their friend.

Life with Mother assumed two distinct phases or periods, one as little children the other the teenage and up.  During the first period her tender devotion to us brings a catch in my throat.  If she went to a party she would slip away to see how we were making it at home.  At the old folks' society, in the course of the evening, she would come home two or three times, often bringing us cake or candy.  The second period we took the responsibility of making the living. This relieved her of a great burden.

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Clark, Ellen (Eleanor)

Ellen (Eleanor) Clark, Baptized June 20th by Wilford Woodruff at Froomes Hill.

Ellen, Eleonor Clark (Bryan), daughter of Thomas Henry Clark and Charlotte Gailey, born Jan. 21, 1828, Bishops Froome, Herefordshire, England. Married George Woodward Bryan on May 12, 1850. “They settled in E.T.Cityabout 1854, then went to CacheCountywith the Maughan family, when the grasshoppers devastated the land in E.T. They returned however, and settled at RoseSprings(Erda). They accepted the responsibility of raising a small child, Joseph Thomas Parkinson, born July 23, 1868at Grantsville. He was the son of Charles Graham Parkinson and Hannah Clark, Eleanor’s sister. Joseph’s mother had died leaving a family of small children including the baby Joseph. Mr. Parkinson kept the other children but left the care of Joseph to his aunt and uncle. A few months later Eleanor herself passed away December 21, 1869, at the age of forty-one years. George W. Bryan later married Margaret Simpson who raised Joseph”[1].

Eleonor Clark and George Woodward Bryan had no children of their own.


[1] History ofTooeleCounty, Daughters of theUtah Pioneers, Biography, Lois Gillespie

Clark, Mary Ann

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My name is Mary Ann Clark. I am the eighth child of Thomas Henry Clark and Charlotte Gailey. I traveled across the plains when I was nine years old. I remember a little of Nauvoo, traveling to Iowa, and then the hard journey across the plains. I remember seeing wild buffalo and hearing the howling of the wolves and of being frightened of the Indians. I remember the hard times once we arrived in Grantsville. I remember very little food and leaving our homes because of Johnston's Army. But I also remember pleasant times. Our log house was first a one room, then a two room cabin. When they opened the saw mill on Fishing Creek, we were able to have a wood floor. We used a bunch of rabbit brush for brooms. None of us had luxuries because things were just not available.

We cooked over a fireplace and baked our bread in a bake skillet. We did all our baking and roasting and boiling over an open fire. There were not many matches, so we would cover the fire up at night to keep it alive. If the fire died out, we would have to borrow from the neighbors.

Our mode of traveling was nothing to brag about. Our wagons were the old ones thry crossed the plains with. They were 12 feet long and 5 feet high. When a cover was put on the wagon, a man that was six feet tall could stand up in the wagon. When a young man took his girl for a ride, he would put his girl in the big high box and walk by the side of the oxen on the outside. He would wakl faster than the oxen so he would get ahead of them and then walk back.

A couple would take these wagons to Salt lake to get married in the Endowment House. They would fill the wagon with a load of charcoal to sell to get a "marriage stake". The trip would take three days.

Our mother made all our clothes. There were no sewing machines, so all the work was done by hand. The women would shear sheep, take the wool and wash it, and make it into batts. The batts would be rolled into small rolls. They would spin the wool on a spinning wheel. The wool being black and white would make a grey color or what we called "sheep Grey". To get different colors, we would color the yarn then weave it into cloth and make it into clothes. Everybody wore the same kind of clothes. Even Brigham Young and the Apostles all wore sheep grey clothes.

Grantsville used to be a haven for all kinds of birds and other small animals. And it seemed that everything was happy. The air was always full of some kind of birds. The large birds would fly so high you could hardly see them. They would gather in bunches and circle around way up in the air for hours at a time. It seemed as if everybody and everything would be singing the same songs, especially the insects sang, and there were lots of them singing. To the North of Grantsville was grass and water where all the birds and ducks would lay and hatch their young ones, but that is a day of the past now. The whole of the grass bottoms was a flower garden. About June, we used to go down on the meadow and gather flowers by the armful and suck the honey from the grass which hung in drops on the leaves.

We didn't have a chance to go to school as you have now. We were not required to go to school. If we stayed home it was alright. We had to pay tuition and had to buy books. There were no grades, The highest reader was called the Fifth Reader. If we got through that, we thought we had it all.

I enjoyed the company of my older sisters. I enjoyed all of them, but I spent a lot of time with Hannah.

In the early spring of 1854, my sister Hannah met Charles Graham Parkinson. His father was a landlord in England. When he sold property there, he made quite a bit of money, so Charles early life was spent in school studying the finer arts. His manners were different from anyone here, as was his style of dress. Charles wore black or green velvet trousers with bright buckles, long black stockings, and low cut shoes. All of the men in the community called him a tenderfoot.

The first dance he went to he saw Hannah with a wreath of flowers on her head. He asked who she was, and was told that she was Hannah Clark, whose father was the big man of the town. He told the group that he was going to dance with her. They laughed at him, and then he said, "That girl is going to be my wife". On October 18th of that year, they were married by my father in our home. Hannah spent most of that day spinning yarn for the winter. She was wearing a dress and stockingsd of "sheep grey" wool that my mother had made for her. She stood up and was married in her stocking feet.

Charles and Hannah were very happy. Their home as filled with contentment and happiness as was my parent's home. They had good and happy times. Charles had gone to work one day, and did not cut any wood for the stove, so in her good natured way, Hannah prepared the evening meal. She put the dishes on the table, a bowl of raw potatoes, all peeled and cut, a plate of raw meat, and a plate of dough, and a pot of cold tea. Charles liked the supper so well, Hannah teased, that he always remembered to see that the wood was chopped before he left home.

 Our family enjoyed one another a great deal. We loved to sing. Mother had set the example by singing in our home. When we were cross or angry or starting to fight with one another, Mother would start singing. "Scatter the sunshine", or some other song. There were very few cross words spoken in our family.

 We all liked to sing at our work, and we all enjoyed daily life. We were taught to make the best of everything. We were taught to use our hands as well as our heads. As soon as we were old enough, we were taught to sew and knit. Hannah even taught her sons to knit.

We also liked to entertain. I remember many times going over to Hannah's to help fix the food for a party. We would have good things to eat. we would laugh and giggle, and have the best of times. All of us like to play practical jokes on one another. Charlotte substituted coal for candy on several occasions.

Our home on earth was a happy and righteous one. My father's motto was "As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.

Mary Ann Clark

Clark, Thomas Henry History

Thomas Henry Clark – wife Charlotte Gailey (Clark)

In searching for the right words to describe Thomas Henry Clark many came to mind. He was a great leader, a tough resilient pioneer, dedicated Bishop, zealous missionary and devoted family man. He was a man of many paradoxes, a noted athlete but a humble servant of God, he helped settle and defend a tough Indian territory but became highly respected and loved by the Native Americans,
he experienced incredible hardship and tragedy both personally and with those he had stewardship over, yet he maintained a positive outlook and remained faithful in his beliefs and even showed, at times, a sense of humor.

He lived during an extraordinary time and in some historically significant places. He was a
contemporary of and associated with many of the great early leaders of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-Saints. Even though he hadn’t kept a journal or diary (that we know of) he did record an unusual but awesome source, an account book(1) he faithfully recorded while serving as the first Bishop
of Grantsville.

His early life had many similarities to the Prophet Joseph Smith’s. They were the same age, both were born in 1805 (2). Both were athletically inclined. Neither one was satisfied with the conflicting Christian religions of their early days, though both tended to originally prefer the Methodists (3). Whether Thomas Henry met and conversed with the Prophet Joseph is unknown for sure, my inclination is that he did, for instance when the Clark’s lived in Nauvoo, Thomas Henry and his son John worked on the  Nauvoo Mansion (Nauvoo House) for employment. Thomas Henry’s son John, 15 years old at the time “remembers seeing the prophet Joseph and also of hearing his voice. The impressions he gained greatly strengthened his testimony.”(5)

“As a young man he (Thomas Henry Clark) identified himself with the religious society known as the United Brethren over which Thomas Kington presided, and to whom Br. Clark was next in authority; he was among the first of Elder Kington’s flock who yielded obedience to the everlasting gospel as brought them by Elder Wilford Woodruff by whom he was baptized early in 1840 (Mar 30),
he was ordained a Priest at the time of his confirmation and was ordained an Elder June 21, 1840, under the hands of Willard Richards and Wilford Woodruff.”(6)

Thomas Henry’s own family, wife Charlotte Gailey Clark, their nine children, and their many grand children all have remarkable life stories as well.

Thomas Henry Clark’s life was a legacy to his many, many progenitors but if you had to
simplify his life in one paragraph it would have to be a verse he wrote in his own writing on a single page in his account book: September 2, 1857:


1 Thomas Henry Clark Account Book, 1857-1871, MSS 496 (Special Collections and Manuscripts, Harold B. Lee Library, Brigham Young University, Provo, Utah 84602)
2 There are some histories that show Thomas Henry Clark born May 7, 1806 (Christened 31 May 1806) but that would put him even closer in age to Joseph Smith Jr. who was born Dec 23, 1805.
3 Joseph Smith and the Restoration, A history of the LDS Church to 1846, Ivan J. Barrett, Ch. 3 p. 45.
4 Biography of Thomas Henry Clark (Clark News, Aug 1955 #27), (“The Nauvoo Mansion” and “The
Nauvoo House” were separate buildings, The Clarks most likely worked on the Nauvoo House)
5 Biography of John William Clark (Clark News, July 1958 vol. 2 #4)
6 Latter-day Saint Biographical Encyclopedia, Vol 1 p.196 (Biography, written by John William Clark)

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“That’s my mind and motto T. H. Clark Sep 2

1. Work and earn, what you eat
    Do not Lie, Steal or Cheat
    Keep your heart free from Sin
    Every Day Look within

2. Are you Rich? Do not hoard
    have your health? Praise the Lord
    are you poor? Work and trust
    are you proud? you are but dust
 3. Are you Wrong? Live and Learn
    are you Right? Do not turn
    Every Day of the Seven
    Let your prayers arise to Heaven (7)

Thomas Henry’s Roots:
Thomas Henry Clark was born May 7, 1805 in Acton Beauchamp, Worcestershire , England.
His 7th Great Grandfather Walter Probert, “High Sheriff”, (8) was born in Pantglas, Monmouth Wales, and died in 1558; Walter Proberts mother Joyce Herbert was the grand-daughter of William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke. T.H.C.‘s Grandmother Rebecca Carwardine descended (5th great-grandfather) from Walter Carwardine, Mayor of Herefordshire. T.H.C. is a descendant from old royal lines including Syssilt ap Difnwall and Ynr King of Gwent (11th and early 12th centuries).

His mother was Sarah Plain, who died when Thomas Henry was about six years old, his father Thomas Probert (Clark) used the surname Clark only during his first marriage, (to Sarah) all his vital records were accompanied by his title (Clerk-of Holy Orders Probert). (9) “After Sarah’s death in 1811, it was convenient for Thomas (Probert) to marry his cousin Anne Carwardine (10) in 1813 and continue to have his little boy of a previous marriage cared for with many advantages. Young Thomas (there was no Henry in his baptism information) was well educated.” (11)

There are several references to Thomas Henry having been a noted athlete in his youth, “a
boxer with no mean ability” but my personal favorite reference to this fact was found in a wedding announcement of his grand-daughter Annie Clark in her marriage to Eugene Truman Woolley. It states; “The grandfather of Mrs. Woolley was bishop of Grantsville….In his younger days he was a
noted athlete and boxer and was reputed to be able to take good care of himself in any kind of company.” (12)

There are references to Thomas Henry having been a Wesleyan Methodist minister or that he was “traveling through his neighborhood preaching the Methodist religion until 1840”.13 During this time he “had withdrawn from fellowship with this sect and had joined with many other seekers after truth in a religious organization known as the United Brethren…was also a minister of this new organization whose chief purpose was to search for truth and light.” (14)
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7 Thomas Henry Clark Account Book, 1857-1871, MSS 496 (Special Collections and Manuscripts, HaroldB. Lee Library, Brigham Young University, Provo, Utah 84602)
8 The Office of High Sheriff is at least 1,000 years old having its roots in Saxon times before the Norman Conquest. It is the oldest continuous secular Office under the Crown. Originally the Office held many of the
powers now vested in Lord Lieutenants, High Court Judges, Magistrates, Local Authorities, Coroners and even the Inland Revenue. (The Association of High Sheriffs of England & Wales (The Shrievalty Association)
9 Lineage prepared by Pamela Smith Werner, 7 Leisurewood Dr. Maumelle Arkansas, 72113 USA
10 See Appendex B for a genealogical story about Ann Carwardine and Thomas Probert.
11 Probert, Plain and Clark, April 25, 1984 (Letter to Jay and Gwen Wrathall from Charlotte Elizabeth Rowberry wife of James Leishman Wrathall)
12 Utah Since State: Historical and Biographical, Volume II.
13 Clark News, Biography of Thomas Henry Clark, Aug 1955 #27. 
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The Clarks immigration info:
Ship: Caroline
Date of Departure: Feb 1841 Port of Departure: Bristol, England
LDS Immigrants: 181 Church Leader: Thomas Clark
Date of Arrival: Apr 1841 Port of Arrival: Quebec, Quebec
Source(s): CA, p.159; AF (various families); research notes compiled by Jay Burrup
Notes: “EMIGRATION....We understand that another ship company was to sail from Bristol, about the same time. These would be from Herefordshire and the surrounding country....”
<MS, 1:10 (Feb 1841), p. 263>

“FIFTH COMPANY.— 181 souls. About the same time as the Sheffield sailed from Liverpool (February, 1841), another company of Saints from Herefordshire and the surrounding country sailed from Bristol, but I have been unable to learn the name of the ship, or the number of emigrants going
on it. However, basing my calculation on Apostle Parley P. Pratt’s statement to the effect that one thousand people had emigrated up to April, 1841, we have grounds for believing that about one hundred and eighty-one souls sailed from Bristol on that occasion.”
<Cont. 12:12 (Oct. 1891), p.443>

Whether or not the Clarks “Caroline” voyage left in February is possible but doubtful. Wilford Woodruff’s journal say’s “March 22, 1841, 137 members at Froomes Hill – Thomas Clark in Charge”
Most histories give April 6, 1841 as their departure date.

The Clarks show up (except the younger children) in the Nauvoo Census.
SURNAME   GIVEN NAME   REF ORIGIN PAGE
CLARK   THOMAS                 LDS 2ND WARD 021
CLARK   CHARLOTTE             LDS 2ND WARD 021
CLARK   JHON (JOHN)           LDS 2ND WARD 021
CLARK   ELENOR                    LDS 2ND WARD 021
CLARK   ELIZA ANN               LDS 2ND WARD 021

Thomas Henry and Charlotte Gailey Clark had 9 children, 2 young girls, seven year old Sarah
and three year old Ann died in Nauvoo, 2 girls were born in Nauvoo so 7 children married and had many children. Their posterity numbered in the thousands in the 1950’s and would obviously be even
more numerous today.

“At the time of the Exodus from Nauvoo, the Clark family were forced to go. Mob leaders gave them 16 hours to get out of Nauvoo under penalty of lashing the father, Thomas Henry, 30 lashes with a whip by each man present. The family took with them what few possessions they could on so short notice. They were poorly prepared for the long journey ahead. A friend (non Mormon) allowed them to remain in his cornfield for the night, then helped them across the Mississippi River, where they joined other saints and soon arrived in Winter Quarters”.

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14 Clark News, Biography of John William Clark, July 1958 vol. 2 no. 4.
* John Gailey’s history says he was born in Herefordshire Suffolk, England.
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The exact time the Clark’s left Nauvoo and traveled to winter quarters is unknown for sure but we have clues that may help in figuring out about when they left, and where they went. We do know that they left Nauvoo sometime after February 7, 1846, John William Clark’s biography say’s “At the time
of the exodus from Nauvoo his father was threatened by mob leaders and with others of the saints they crossed the Mississippi and took their journey into the wilderness. They had been given only sixteen hours to prepare to leave their home and so they were not prepared for the long journey ahead. This
added greatly to the hardships of the trip”. (16)  Another account say’s this: “After the Prophet Joseph Smith was slain some leaders of a mob came and notified Great Grandfather Clark (Thomas Henry) to
be out of his home and out of the County within twenty-four hours or he would be ridden out on a rail and his house burned. Great Grandfather became angry and stubborn and declared he would not stir a
step, but would stay and fight it out. Great Grandmother (Charlotte Gailey Clark) knew there would be trouble if they did not leave so through her pleadings and his own calmer judgement, the family left their home...” (17) Charlotte Gailey said “We left a large portion of our possessions in Nauvoo.” (18)

We don’t know a lot about the Clarks journey to Winter Quarters but I did find this: In a Reminiscence of Elizabeth Terry Kirby Heward I found this to be very interesting. “On June 25th we overtook Thomas Clark and family; this was the first time we ever saw them. We traveled with them to the bluffs. On the 25th we got to Mount Posgah (Pisgah). I gave Bro. Clark two sovereigns, which is nearly ten dollars, for a cow; cattle were cheap then. On June 30th we started again on our journey. July 4th we met Bros. Brigham Young and Heber C. Kimball and Willard Richards, who were going back to Pisgah to get volunteers to go to California in the United States Army to fight the Spaniards” (19).

In John William Clark’s biography: “Shortly after the Clark family arrived in Winter Quarters, John’s father was called on a mission to Missouri. This was in 1846 and one year later he was called to go to England. The responsibility for the care of the family now rested wholly upon John who was twenty
one years of age. His father was in England for two years and during that time John worked on a ferry which crossed the Missouri River and also at a lumber camp nearby. In 1849 the family moved to Florence Nebraska, (across the river) where they were later joined by the father who had just returned to America as the captain of a party of English saints” (20). 
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15 Clark News Vol 2 #7, May 1960, History of Mary Ann Clark Anderson, written by Janet Hale Anderson and Helen Ann Smith Orr
16 Clark News, Biography of John William Clark, July 1958 vol. 2 no. 4.
17 Probert, Plain and Clark, April 25, 1984 (Letter to Jay and Gwen Wrathall from Charlotte Elizabeth Rowberry wife of James Leishman Wrathall)
18 Legacy of Charlotte Gailey Clark, Pg. 9.
19 Reminiscences of Elizabeth Terry Kirby Heward, pages187-188 “In Their Own Words: Women and the Story of Nauvoo” Carol
Cornwall Madsen, Deseret Book Company Salt Lake City, Utah Excerpt taken from “A sketch of the Life of Elizabeth Terry
Heward”, typescript copy, LDS Church Archives. It is also published in a family history, “Parshall Terry Family History,” Typescript, compiled by Mr. and Mrs. Terry Lund (Salt Lake City, 1956, 1963), 66-78.
20 Ibid
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“Thursday, February 4, 1847- Winter Quarters, Nebraska: In the evening, Wilford Woodruff called his company together and organized it according to the pattern given in the revelation received by Brigham Young. Abraham O. Smoot was appointed captain of hundreds. Zera Pulsipher was named
captain of fifties. The captains of tens included: John Benbow, Elijah F. Sheets, Chaucy W. Porter, John M. Wooley, Thomas Clark, David Evans, Robert C. Petty, and Andrew J. Stewart. A wedding was held. Charles F. Decker and Vilate Young were married. Vilate was the seventeen-year-old daughter of Brigham Young.” (21)

While Thomas Henry Clark’s family remained at Winter Quarters “he was called on a
mission to travel among the branches of the Church in Iowa and Missouri, and on his return from that mission he was called to Europe, which he filled honorably and returned in the fall of 1849, bringing with him a company of immigrating Saints”. (22) Another account states “When the great Mormon migration started west, the Clark family was eager and anxious to go. Just then a call from Brigham Young came to Great Grandfather to go on several missions. One was to go to several of the states and the other to England. He immediately gave up the idea of going west and went on the
missions... He left his family camped on the banks of the Missouri River at Council Bluffs”. (23) Another history states “Brigham Young called him to go to England to preach the gospel on July 17, 1848. He labored in England and baptized a large group of saints”. (24)

In England there are several people that were listed as he having baptized: Michal Jordan, (male) birth 1782, Baptism Date: Dec 9, 1848 Officiator Thomas H.Clark.(comments:Michal attended the Cheltenham, England Conference). (25) Elizabeth Reves (female), Baptism Date: October 6, 1848 Officiator Thomas Clark.(comments:Elizabeth attended the Cheltenham, England Conference) (26)
Eliza Trapp (female) birth 1821, Baptism Date: November 13, 1848 Officiator Thomas H. Clark. (comments: Eliza attended the Cheltenham, England Conference) (27)

The British Mission at this time “continued with great success following the short mission of Parley P. Pratt , Orson Hyde, and John Taylor in 1846-47. Thereafter, Orson Spencer and then Orson Pratt directed the mission. Thousands of converts entered the church between 1847 and 1850. Elder
Pratt also supervised the emigration of over three thousand people to Kanesville, Iowa, in the first use of the PEF (Perpetual Emigration Fund) in England”. (28)
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21 Saints Find the Place-a day-by-day Pioneer Experience, David R. Crockett, LDS Gems Pioneer Trek Series, vol. 3 Winter Quarters to the Salt Lake Valley, LDS Gems Press Tucson, Arizona, 1997.
22 Latter-day Saint Biographical Encyclopedia, Vol 1 p.196 (Biography, written by John William Clark)
23 Probert, Plain and Clark, April 25, 1984 (Letter to Jay and Gwen Wrathall from Charlotte Elizabeth Rowberry wife of James Leishman Wrathall)
24 Legacy of Charlotte Gailey Clark, quoting the Clark News, June 1969.
25 Early Membership Series, Susan Easton Black
26 Ibid
27 Ibid
28 Church History In The Fullness Of Times Religion 341-43, 1989 Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints Educational System. Pg. 349. 
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From the “Millennial Star” conference minutes written by Orson Pratt, President, G.D. Watt
and T. D. Brown Clerks, “Resolved, that Thomas Clark-being a High Priest from America, and laboring in Cheltenham with Elder John Johnstone, who is about to emigrate to America, in January, 1849 – go and preside over the Cheltenham Conference.” (29)

From “The Millennial Star editorial page, November 1, 1848, “Arrival – James W. Cummings,one of the presidents of the seventh quorum of seventies, has just arrived from the Bluffs. He is appointed to preside over the Cheltenham conference, and our beloved and faithful brother Thomas H.
Clark will act as his counselor. Brother Cummings, being a faithful, persevering, energetic man of God, is recommended to the Saints in that conference; and they are requested to uphold him, and also
Brother Clark, by their faith and prayers. We desire Brother Cummings and the Saints generally to use every exertion to spread the gospel in new places. We anticipate a great work in that region.” (30)

Throughout the following days written in the Millennial Star are “Lists of Monies Received
from the 8th to the 25th of November”, and many dates after where T. H. Clark is mentioned each time giving money in pounds that was probably collected selling Book of Mormons and other tracts.

We learn that returning from his mission in 1849 Thomas H. Clark returned on the ship James Pennell with 236 Saints.

James Pennell
Ship: 51 tons: 137’x30’x15’
Built: 1848 by Charles S. Pennell at Brunswick, Maine 

The square-rigger James Pennell carried two Mormon emigrant companies from England to America. The first voyage began at Liverpool on 2 September 1849 under the command of Captain James Fullerton of Portland, Maine, a part-owner of the vessel. The ship accommodated 236 Saints led by Elder Thomas H. Clark. He organized the emigrants into ten divisions with a president over each. These presidents were responsible for good order and cleanliness of their passengers…  In the Mormon Immigration Index – A Compilation of General Voyage Notes – it says:

Ship: James Pennell
Date of Departure: 2 Sep 1849
Port of Departure: Liverpool, England
LDS Immigrants: 236
Church leader: Thomas H. Clark
Date of Arrival: 22 Oct 1849
Port of Arrival: New Orleans, Louisiana
           Sources: BMR Book #1043, pp. 20-55               (FHL #025,690): Customs #388 (FHL  #200,162)
           Notes: “The Ship James Pennell sailed from this port for New Orleans on the morning of the 2nd of September, carrying 236 souls of the Latter-day saints….”<MS, 11:18 (Sep. 15, 1849),p.284>

“FORTY-THIRD COMPANY. –James Pennell, 236 Saints. The ship James Pennell sailed from Liverpool for New Orleans on the morning of September 2nd, 1849, carrying two hundred and thirtysix souls of Latter-day Saints, under the presidency of Thomas H. Clark…who in a letter dated New Orleans, October 22, 1849, gives the following account of the voyage:’…The company arrived in New Orleans on the twenty-second of October, where the emigrants were received by Elder Thomas McKenzie, who had succeeded Elder Scovil as church emigration agent at New Orleans: he rented a number of houses for some of the emigrants who stopped temporarily in that city; the majority of the
Saints continued the journey up the river. (Millennial star, Vol. XI, pages 284, 363.)”
<Cont., 13:6(Apr. 1895), pp.278>

“Sun. 2. [Sep. 1849]—The ship James Pennell sailed from Liverpool, England, with 236 Saints, under the direction of Thomas H. Clark, bound for G.[Great] S.[Salt] L.[Lake] Valley. It arrived at New Orleans Oct. 22nd.” <CC, p.38>

A letter and more details can be read in “The History of Thomas Henry Clark” by the Author.

After arriving in Winter Quarters and operating a Ferry for a few years:

From: The Legacy of Charlotte Gailey Clark. “The whole family set about the task of
preparing for the journey to the Rocky Mountains. My husband and John William operated a ferry at Ferrysville, Iowa. We sold the operation on Jul 11, 1852 to get funds and we began the long trip westward”. Thomas Henry Clark “went to Florence Nebraska where he joined his family. They started across the plains in 1852 and Thomas H. Clark was captain of the company. Cholera broke out among them and many died. He was stricken but because of great faith, he recovered”. (31)

From: The History of John William Clark. “In the later spring of the year 1852 they left
Florence for the journey across the plains. They arrived at Salt Lake City on October 10, 1852. The Journey across the plains was uneventful except that an epidemic of the plague broke out in the camp and many died. John’s father, the captain of the company, took the disease, but due to his great faith,
recovered”.

The name of the “Pioneer company” the Clark’s came with and other details are still elusive, however this was found:

Emigration of 1852 – 4th Company
#22 T. Clark, son (Sen.) (4 adults, 4 children, 1 wagon, 2 cows, 2 yoke of oxen)
#28 Wm Clark (5 adults, 1 able man, 1 horse, 2 cows, 2 sheep)
#89 (see Deseret News of Sep 18,1852 – arrived 3rd of October 1852)
      14th Company John B. Walker, Captain, (Thomas McKenzie wife & 3 children).
               (Chester Southworth, wife and 4 children from upper Canada).

The Thomas Henry Clark family arrived in Salt Lake City October 10, 1852 from their long trek across the plains where most histories have them going directly to Grantsville (which was called Willow Creek but had been referred to as Grantsville as early as March 1852). I’m sure it’s no coincidence that when Elders Woodruff and Benson were needing some tough able families to be sent to a troublesome spot like Grantsville, the Thomas Henry Clark Family were sent by these
inspired men for a divine purpose. Edward W. Tullidge, the historian, writes:

“Thomas H. Clark was appointed the first Bishop, second presiding Elder, of Grantsville
in the autumn of 1852. He died Oct. 14, 1873, having been Bishop (Presiding Elder) over twenty years, with the exception of six years, from 1858 to 1864, in which William G. Young acted in that capacity. He led a practical, useful life and left the world better for his having lived in it, and passed away lamented by his people.” (32)

There are so many details of his life that can be read in “The History of Thomas Henry Clark” by this author.

About Thomas Henry Clark this was written...”When the long tiresome trip was at an end, Great Grandfather (Thomas Henry Clark) reported to Pres. Young who said ‘do not stop in Salt Lake. Go west to preside over the Saints at a town known as Grantsville’. He presided there the rest of his life, about 20 years. He was much loved and known to all as ‘Daddy Clark’. On his dying bed when his voice had sunk to a faint whisper he bore a powerful testimony to the truthfulness of the Gospel, saying he knew that his Redeemer lived for he had seen Him”. (33)

Thomas Henry Clark had indeed “Left this World a Better Place.”
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32 Tooele Stake History p. 163-164
33 Probert, Plain and Clark, April 25, 1984 (Letter to Jay and Gwen Wrathall from Charlotte Elizabeth Rowberry wife of James Leishman Wrathall)

Clark, Thomas Henry and Charlotte Gailey

Compiled and written by David M. Smith (3rd great grandson)

In searching for the right words to describe Thomas Henry Clark many came to mind. He was a great leader, a tough resilient pioneer, dedicated Bishop, zealous missionary and devoted family man. He was a man of many paradoxes, a noted athlete but a humble servant of God, he helped settle and defend a tough Indian territory but became highly respected and loved by the Native Americans, he experienced incredible hardship and tragedy both personally and with those he had stewardship over, yet he maintained a positive outlook and remained faithful in his beliefs and even showed, at times, a sense of humor.

He lived during an extraordinary time and in some historically significant places. He was a contemporary of and associated with many of the great early leaders of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-Saints. Even though he hadn’t kept a journal or diary (that we know of) he did record an unusual but awesome source, an account book[1] he faithfully recorded while serving as the first Bishop of Grantsville.

His early life had many similarities to the Prophet Joseph Smith’s. They were the same age, both were born in 1805[2]. Both were athletically inclined. Neither one was satisfied with the conflicting Christian religions of their early days, though both tended to originally prefer the Methodists[3]. Whether Thomas Henry met and conversed with the Prophet Joseph is unknown for sure, my inclination is that he did, for instance when the Clark’s lived  in Nauvoo, Thomas Henry and his son John worked on the Nauvoo Mansion (Nauvoo House)[4] for  employment. Thomas Henry’s son John, 15 years old at the time “remembers seeing the prophet Joseph and also of hearing his voice. The impressions he gained greatly strengthened his testimony.”[5]

“As a young man he (Thomas Henry Clark) identified himself with the religious society known as the United Brethren over which Thomas Kington presided, and to whom Br. Clark was next in authority; he was among the first of Elder Kington’s flock who yielded obedience to the everlasting gospel as brought them by Elder Wilford Woodruff by whom he was baptized early in 1840 (Mar 30), he was ordained a Priest at the time of his confirmation and was ordained an Elder June 21, 1840, under the hands of Willard Richards and Wilford Woodruff.”[6]

Thomas Henry’s own family, wife Charlotte Gailey Clark, their nine children, and their many grand children all have remarkable life stories as well.

Thomas Henry Clark’s life was a legacy to his many, many progenitors but if you had to simplify his life in one paragraph it would have to be a verse he wrote in his own writing on a single page in his account book:  September 2, 1857:

“That’s my mind and motto   
T. H. Clark      Sep 2

  1. Work and earn, what you eat

Do not Lie, Steal or Cheat

Keep your heart free from Sin

  1. are you Right? Do not turn

Are you Rich? Do not hoard

have your health? Praise the Lord

  1. are you poor? Work and trust

are you proud?  you are but dust

Are you Wrong? Live and Learn

  1. Every Day Look within

Every Day of the Seven

Let your prayers arise to Heaven’[7]

Thomas Henry’s Roots:

Thomas Henry Clark was born May 7, 1805in Acton Beauchamp, Worcestershire, England. His 7TH Great Grandfather Walter Probert, “High Sheriff”,[8] was born in Pantglas, Monmouth Wales, and died in 1558; Walter Proberts mother Joyce Herbert was the grand-daughter of William Herbert, Earl of Pembroke. T.H.C.‘s Grandmother Rebecca Carwardine descended (5th great-grandfather) from Walter Carwardine, Mayor of Herefordshire. T.H.C. is a descendant from old royal lines including Syssilt ap Difnwall and Ynr King of Gwent (11th and early 12th centuries).

His mother was SarahPlain, who died when Thomas Henry was about six years old, his father Thomas Probert (Clark) used the surname Clarkonly during his first marriage, (to Sarah) all his vital records were accompanied by his title (Clerk-of Holy Orders Probert).[9] “After Sarah’s death in 1811, it was convenient for Thomas (Probert) to marry his cousin Anne Carwardine[10] in 1813 and continue to have his little boy of a previous marriage cared for with many advantages. Young Thomas (there was no Henry in his baptism information) was well educated.”[11]

There are several references to Thomas Henry having been a noted athlete in his youth, “a boxer with no mean ability” but my personal favorite reference to this fact was found in a wedding announcement of his grand-daughter Annie Clark in her marriage to Eugene Truman Woolley. It states; “The grandfather of Mrs. Woolley was bishop of Grantsville….In his younger days he was a noted athlete and boxer and was reputed to be able to take good care of himself in any kind of company.”[12]

There are references to Thomas Henry having been a Wesleyan Methodist minister or that he was “traveling through his neighborhood preaching the Methodist religion until 1840”.[13] During this time he “had withdrawn from fellowship with this sect and had joined with many other seekers after truth in a religious organization known as the United Brethren…was also a minister of this new organization whose chief purpose was to search for truth and light.”[14]

The Clarks immigration info:

Ship:     Caroline

Date of Departure:        Feb 1841         Port of Departure:        Bristol,England

LDS Immigrants:           181      Church Leader: Thomas Clark

Date of Arrival: Apr 1841         Port of Arrival: Quebec,Quebec

Source(s):         CA, p.159; AF (various families); research notes compiled by Jay Burrup

Notes: “EMIGRATION….We understand that another ship company was to sail fromBristol, about the same time. These would be from Herefordshire and the surrounding country….”

<MS,1:10(Feb 1841), p. 263>

“FIFTH COMPANY.— 181 souls. About the same time as the Sheffield sailed from Liverpool (February, 1841), another company of Saints from Herefordshire and the surrounding country sailed fromBristol, but I have been unable to learn the name of the ship, or the number of emigrants going on it. However, basing my calculation on Apostle Parley P. Pratt’s statement to the effect that one thousand people had emigrated up to April, 1841, we have grounds for believing that about one hundred and eighty-one souls sailed fromBristolon that occasion.”

<Cont.12:12(Oct. 1891), p.443>

Whether or not theClarks“Caroline” voyage left in February is possible but doubtful. Wilford Woodruff’s journal say’s “March 22, 1841, 137 members at Froomes Hill – Thomas Clark in Charge” Most histories giveApril 6, 1841as their departure date.

TheClarksshow up (except the younger children) in the Nauvoo Census.

SURNAME                 GIVEN NAME                        REF                 ORIGIN                      PAGE

CLARKTHOMAS                                LDS                 2ND WARD                  021

CLARK CHARLOTTE                         LDS                 2ND WARD                  021

CLARKJHON (JOHN)                        LDS                 2ND WARD                  021

CLARKELENOR                                 LDS                 2ND WARD                  021 

CLARKELIZA  ANN                           LDS                 2ND WARD                  021 

Thomas Henry and Charlotte Gailey Clark had 9 children, 2 young girls, seven year old Sarah and three year old Ann died in Nauvoo, 2 girls were born in Nauvoo so 7 children married and had many children. Their posterity numbered in the thousands in the 1950’s and would obviously be even more numerous today.

“At the time of the Exodus from Nauvoo, the Clarkfamily were forced to go. Mob leaders gave them 16 hours to get out of Nauvoo under penalty of lashing the father, Thomas Henry, 30 lashes with a whip by each man present. The family took with them what few possessions they could on so short notice. They were poorly prepared for the long journey ahead. A friend (non Mormon) allowed them to remain in his cornfield for the night, then helped them across the Mississippi River, where they joined other saints and soon arrived in Winter Quarters”.[15]

The exact time the Clark’s left Nauvoo and traveled to winter quarters is unknown for sure but we have clues that may help in figuring out about when they left, and where they went. We do know that they left Nauvoo sometime after February 7, 1846, John William Clark’s biography say’s “At the time of the exodus from Nauvoo his father was threatened by mob leaders and with others of the saints they crossed the Mississippiand took their journey into the wilderness. They had been given only sixteen hours to prepare to leave their home and so they were not prepared for the long journey ahead. This added greatly to the hardships of the trip”.[16] Another account say’s this: “After the Prophet Joseph Smith was slain some leaders of a mob came and notified Great Grandfather Clark (Thomas Henry) to be out of his home and out of the County within twenty-four hours or he would be ridden out on a rail and his house burned. Great Grandfather became angry and stubborn and declared he would not stir a step, but would stay and fight it out. Great Grandmother (Charlotte Gailey Clark) knew there would be trouble if they did not leave so through her pleadings and his own calmer judgement, the family left their home…”[17] Charlotte Gailey said “We left a large portion of our possessions in Nauvoo.”[18]

We don’t know a lot about theClarksjourney to Winter Quarters but I did find this:

In a Reminiscence of Elizabeth Terry Kirby Heward I found this to be very interesting. “On June 25th we overtook Thomas Clark and family; this was the first time we ever saw them. We traveled with them to the bluffs. On the 25th we got to Mount Posgah (Pisgah). I gave Bro. Clark two sovereigns, which is nearly ten dollars, for a cow; cattle were cheap then. On June 30th we started again on our journey. July 4th we met Bros. Brigham Young and Heber C. Kimball and Willard Richards, who were going back to Pisgah to get volunteers to go to California in the United States Army to fight the Spaniards”[19].

In John William Clark’s biography: “Shortly after the Clark family arrived in Winter Quarters, John’s father was called on a mission to Missouri. This was in 1846 and one year later he was called to go to England. The responsibility for the care of the family now rested wholly upon John who was twenty one years of age. His father was in Englandfor two years and during that time John worked on a ferry which crossed the Missouri Riverand also at a lumber camp nearby. In 1849 the family moved to FlorenceNebraska, (across the river) where they were later joined by the father who had just returned to Americaas the captain of a party of English saints”.[20]

“Thursday, February 4, 1847-Winter Quarters, Nebraska: In the evening, Wilford Woodruff called his company together and organized it according to the pattern given in the revelation received by Brigham Young. Abraham O. Smoot was appointed captain of hundreds. Zera Pulsipher was named captain of fifties. The captains of tens included: John Benbow, Elijah F. Sheets, Chaucy W. Porter, John M. Wooley, Thomas Clark, David Evans, Robert C. Petty, and Andrew J. Stewart.

A wedding was held. Charles F. Decker and Vilate Young were married. Vilate was the seventeen-year-old daughter of Brigham Young.”[21]

While Thomas Henry Clark’s family remained at Winter Quarters “he was called on a mission to travel among the branches of the Church in Iowaand Missouri, and on his return from that mission he was called to Europe, which he filled honorably and returned in the fall of 1849, bringing with him a company of immigrating Saints”.[22] Another account states “When the great Mormon migration started west, the Clark family was eager and anxious to go. Just then a call from Brigham Young came to Great Grandfather to go on several missions. One was to go to several of the states and the other to England. He immediately gave up the idea of going west and went on the missions… He left his family camped on the banks of the Missouri River at Council Bluffs”.[23] Another history states “Brigham Young called him to go to England to preach the gospel on July 17, 1848. He labored in England and baptized a large group of saints”.[24]

In England there are several people that were listed as he having baptized:

Michal Jordan,  (male) birth 1782, Baptism Date: Dec 9, 1848Officiator Thomas H.Clark.(comments:Michal attended the Cheltenham, England Conference).[25]

Elizabeth Reves (female), Baptism Date: October 6, 1848Officiator Thomas Clark.(comments:Elizabethattended the Cheltenham, England Conference)[26]

Eliza Trapp (female) birth 1821, Baptism Date: November 13, 1848Officiator Thomas H.Clark.(comments: Eliza attended the Cheltenham, England Conference)[27]

The British Mission at this time “continued with great success following the short mission of Parley P. Pratt , Orson Hyde,  and John Taylor in 1846-47. Thereafter, Orson Spencer and then Orson Pratt directed the mission. Thousands of converts entered the church between 1847 and 1850. Elder Pratt also supervised the emigration of over three thousand people to Kanesville, Iowa, in the first use of the PEF (Perpetual Emigration Fund) in England”.[28]

From the “Millennial Star” conference minutes written by Orson Pratt, President, G.D. Watt and T. D. Brown Clerks, “Resolved, that Thomas Clark-being a High Priest from America, and laboring in Cheltenham with Elder John Johnstone, who is about to emigrate to America, in January, 1849 – go and preside over the Cheltenham Conference.”[29]

From “The Millennial Star editorial page, November 1, 1848, “Arrival – James W. Cummings, one of the presidents of the seventh quorum of seventies, has just arrived from the Bluffs. He is appointed to preside over the Cheltenhamconference, and our beloved and faithful brother Thomas H. Clark will act as his counselor. Brother Cummings, being a faithful, persevering, energetic man of God, is recommended to the Saints in that conference; and they are requested to uphold him, and also Brother Clark, by their faith and prayers. We desire Brother Cummings and the Saints generally to use every exertion to spread the gospel in new places. We anticipate a great work in that region.”[30]

Throughout the following days written in the Millennial Star are “Lists of Monies Received from the 8th to the 25th of November”, and many dates after where T. H. Clark is mentioned each time giving money in pounds that was probably collected selling Book of Mormons and other tracts.

We learn that returning from his mission in 1849 Thomas H. Clark returned on the ship James Pennell with 236 Saints.

James Pennell

Ship: 51 tons: 137’x30’x15’

Built: 1848 by Charles S. Pennell atBrunswick,Maine

The square-rigger James Pennell carried two Mormon emigrant companies fromEngland toAmerica. The first voyage began at Liverpool on2 September 1849 under the command of Captain James Fullerton ofPortland,Maine, a part-owner of the vessel. The ship accommodated 236 Saints led by Elder Thomas H. Clark. He organized the emigrants into ten divisions with a president over each. These presidents were responsible for good order and cleanliness of their passengers…

In the Mormon Immigration Index – A Compilation of General Voyage Notes – it says:

Ship:                             James Pennell

Date of Departure:       2 Sep 1849

PortofDeparture:        Liverpool,England

LDS Immigrants:           236

Church leader:              Thomas H. Clark

Date of Arrival:22 Oct 1849

PortofArrival: New Orleans,Louisiana

Sources:           BMR Book #1043, pp. 20-55 (FHL #025,690): Customs #388 (FHL #200,162)

Notes: “The Ship James Pennell sailed from this port for New Orleans on the morning of the 2nd of September, carrying 236 souls of the Latter-day saints….”<MS, 11:18 (Sep. 15, 1849),p.284>

“FORTY-THIRD COMPANY. –James Pennell, 236 Saints. The ship James Pennell sailed from Liverpoolfor New Orleanson the morning of September 2nd, 1849, carrying two hundred and thirty-six souls of Latter-day Saints, under the presidency of Thomas H. Clark…who in a letter dated New Orleans, October 22, 1849, gives the following account of the voyage:’…The company arrived in New Orleans on the twenty-second of October, where the emigrants were received by Elder Thomas McKenzie, who had succeeded Elder Scovil as church emigration agent at New Orleans: he rented a number of houses for some of the emigrants who stopped temporarily in that city; the majority of the Saints continued the journey up the river. (Millennial star, Vol. XI, pages 284, 363.)”

<Cont., 13:6(Apr. 1895), pp.278>

“Sun. 2. [Sep. 1849]—The ship James Pennell sailed from Liverpool, England, with 236 saints, under the direction of Thomas H. Clark, bound for G.[Great] S.[Salt] L.[Lake] Valley. It arrived at New OrleansOct. 22nd.”      <CC, p.38>

A letter and more details can be read in “The History of Thomas Henry Clark” by the Author.

After arriving in Winter Quarters and operating a Ferry for a few years:

From: The Legacy of Charlotte Gailey Clark. “The whole family set about the task of preparing for the journey to the Rocky Mountains. My husband and John William operated a ferry at Ferrysville, Iowa. We sold the operation on Jul 11, 1852 to get funds and we began the long trip westward”. Thomas Henry Clark “went to Florence Nebraska where he joined his family. They started across the plains in 1852 and Thomas H. Clark was captain of the company. Cholera broke out among them and many died. He was stricken but because of great faith, he recovered”.[31]

From: The History of John William Clark. “In the later spring of the year 1852 they leftFlorencefor the journey across the plains. They arrived atSalt Lake Cityon October 10, 1852 The Journey across the plains was uneventful except that an epidemic of the plague broke out in the camp and many died. John’s father, the captain of the company, took the disease, but due to his great faith, recovered”.

The name of the “Pioneer company” theClark’s came with and other details are still elusive, however this was found:

Emigration of 1852 – 4th Company

#22 T. Clark, son (Sen.) (4 adults, 4 children, 1 wagon, 2 cows, 2 yoke of oxen)

#28 Wm Clark (5 adults, 1 able man, 1 horse, 2 cows, 2 sheep)

#89 (see Deseret News of Sep 18,1852– arrived 3rd of October 1852)

14th Company John B. Walker, Captain,  (Thomas McKenzie wife & 3 children).

(Chester Southworth, wife and 4 children fromupper Canada).

The Thomas Henry Clark family arrived in Salt Lake City October 10, 1852 from their long trek across the plains where most histories have them going directly to Grantsville (which was called Willow Creek but had been referred  to as Grantsville as early as March 1852). I’m sure it’s no coincidence that when Elders Woodruff and Benson were needing some tough able families to be sent  to a troublesome spot like Grantsville, the Thomas Henry Clark Family were sent by these inspired men for a divine purpose. Edward W. Tullidge, the historian, writes

“Thomas H. Clark was appointed the first Bishop, second presiding Elder, of Grantsville in the autumn of 1852. He died Oct. 14, 1873, having been Bishop (Presiding Elder) over twenty years, with the exception of six years, from 1858 to 1864, in which William G. Young acted in that capacity. He led a practical, useful life and left the world better for his having lived in it, and passed away lamented by his people.”[32]

There are so many details of his life that can be read in “The History of Thomas Henry Clark” by this author.

About Thomas Henry Clark this was written…”When the long tiresome trip was at an end, Great Grandfather (Thomas Henry Clark) reported to Pres. Young who said ‘do not stop in SaltLake. Go west to preside over the Saints at a town known as Grantsville’. He presided there the rest of his life, about 20 years. He was much loved and known to all as ‘Daddy Clark’. On his dying bed when his voice had sunk to a faint whisper he bore a powerful testimony to the truthfulness of the Gospel, saying he knew that his Redeemer lived for he had seen Him”.[33]

Thomas Henry Clark had indeed “Left this World aBetter Place.”

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[1] Thomas Henry Clark Account Book, 1857-1871, MSS 496 (Special Collections and Manuscripts, Harold B. Lee Library,BrighamYoungUniversity,Provo,Utah84602)

[2] There are some histories that show Thomas Henry Clark bornMay 7, 1806 (Christened 31 May 1806) but that would put him even closer in age to Joseph Smith Jr. who was bornDec 23, 1805.

[3] Joseph Smith and the Restoration, A history of the LDS Church to 1846, Ivan J. Barrett, Ch. 3  p. 45.

[4] Biography of Thomas Henry Clark (Clark News, Aug 1955 #27), (“The Nauvoo Mansion” and “The Nauvoo House” were separate buildings, The Clarks most likely worked on the Nauvoo House)

[5] Biography of John William Clark (Clark News, July 1958 vol. 2  #4)

[6] Latter-day Saint Biographical Encyclopedia, Vol 1 p.196 (Biography, written by John William Clark)

[7] Thomas Henry Clark Account Book, 1857-1871, MSS 496 (Special Collections and Manuscripts, Harold B. Lee Library,BrighamYoungUniversity,Provo,Utah84602)

[8] The Office of High Sheriff is at least 1,000 years old having its roots in Saxon times before the Norman Conquest. It is the oldest continuous secular Office under the Crown. Originally the Office held many of the powers now vested in Lord Lieutenants, High Court Judges, Magistrates, Local Authorities, Coroners and even the Inland Revenue. (The Association of High Sheriffs of England & Wales (The Shrievalty Association)

[9] Lineage prepared by Pamela Smith Werner,7 Leisurewood Dr.MaumelleArkansas,72113USA

[10] See Appendex B for a genealogical story about Ann Carwardine and Thomas Probert.

[11] Probert, Plain  and Clark,April 25, 1984 (Letter to Jay and Gwen Wrathall from Charlotte Elizabeth Rowberry wife of James Leishman Wrathall)

[12]Utah Since State: Historical and Biographical, Volume II.

[13]Clark News, Biography of Thomas Henry Clark, Aug 1955 #27.

[14]Clark News, Biography of John William Clark, July 1958 vol. 2  no. 4.

* John Gailey’s history says he was born inHerefordshire Suffolk,England.

[15] Clark News Vol 2 #7, May 1960, History of Mary Ann Clark Anderson, written by Janet Hale Anderson and Helen Ann Smith Orr

[16]Clark News, Biography of John William Clark, July 1958 vol. 2  no. 4.

[17] Probert, Plain  and Clark,April 25, 1984 (Letter to Jay and Gwen Wrathall from Charlotte Elizabeth Rowberry wife of James Leishman Wrathall)

[18] Legacy of Charlotte Gailey Clark, Pg. 9.

[19] Reminiscences of Elizabeth Terry Kirby Heward, pages187-188  “In Their Own Words: Women and the Story of Nauvoo” Carol Cornwall Madsen, Deseret Book Company Salt Lake City, Utah Excerpt taken from “A sketch of the Life of Elizabeth Terry Heward”, typescript copy, LDS Church Archives. It is also published in a family history, “Parshall Terry Family History,” Typescript, compiled by Mr. and Mrs. Terry Lund (Salt Lake City, 1956, 1963), 66-78.

[20] Ibid

[21] Saints Find the Place-a day-by-day Pioneer Experience, David R. Crockett, LDS Gems Pioneer Trek Series, vol. 3 Winter Quarters to the Salt Lake Valley, LDS Gems Press Tucson, Arizona, 1997.

[22] Latter-day Saint Biographical Encyclopedia, Vol 1 p.196 (Biography, written by John William Clark)

[23] Probert, Plain  and Clark,April 25, 1984 (Letter to Jay and Gwen Wrathall from Charlotte Elizabeth Rowberry wife of James Leishman Wrathall)

[24] Legacy of Charlotte Gailey Clark, quoting the Clark News, June 1969.

[25] Early Membership Series, Susan Easton Black

[26] Ibid

[27] Ibid

[28] Church History In The Fullness Of Times Religion 341-43, 1989 Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints Educational System. Pg. 349.

[29] “The Millennial Star” Vol. 10, pg. 254

[30] “The Millennial Star” Vol. 10, pg. 331

[31] History ofTooeleCounty, by the Tooele County Daughters of the Utah Pioneers, Salt Lake City-1961-pg 438

[32] Tooele Stake History p. 163-164

[33] Probert, Plain  and Clark,April 25, 1984 (Letter to Jay and Gwen Wrathall from Charlotte Elizabeth Rowberry wife of James Leishman Wrathall)

Gailey, Eleanor Harris

Gailey, Elener (Eleanor) Baptized May 13th at Froomes Hill by John Cheese. Mother of Charlotte Gailey (Clark), John Gaileyand Jane Gailey (Evans)[1]. 

Eleanor was born 3 January, 1771 in the parish of Woolhope, about eight miles south of Marden, Herefordshire England. On 07 Feb 1793, at the age of 22, Eleanor married John Balis (Baley). On 13 Jul 1794, she gave birth to a daughter, Mary, who lived 22 months and died. Sadness followed Eleanor.   On 18 Dec 1796 her husband was buried. After some healing in her heart, Eleanor and William Lewis Gailey were married on 22 May 1797. Their yearnings to understand religion and the purpose of life must have caused a burning in their hearts. They, along with their son, John and daughters Charlotte and Jane, baptized Presbyterians, investigated and joined the Primitive Methodist Church. They soon became disenchanted, for its teachings did not satisfy their search for the eternal truths they sought. They later joined the United Brethren Church, hoping that there, they could find the path to eternal life. William Lewis died on 08 Aug 1837 leaving Eleanor widowed once more, when she was 66 years of age. His death occurred three years prior to the time the Mormon missionary Wilford Woodruff appeared on the scene at the Benbow Farm in Castle Frome, Herfordshire.

Eleanor and her son, John and daughters Charlotte (Clark) and Jane, heard of and inquired about the preaching and teaching of one Wilford Woodruff, a missionary representing a new church in America. Eleanor heard the Apostle’s preaching and was baptized. With her son, John, she sailed to America, landing in New Orleans. From there they steamed up the Mississippi River to Nauvoo. She lived for a short time near the city of Nauvoo, no doubt witnessing the testimony, leadership style and the magnetic personality of the Prophet Joseph Smith. She likely attended conferences in the shady groves along the banks of the Mississippi River where he taught the people the principles of the restored gospel. She may have watched with eagerness, the construction of the Nauvoo Temple and thrilled as the Nauvoo Legion passed in parade for review before the Prophet General.

After landing in Nauvoo there is no further record of Eleanor except that of her patriarchal blessing. She died sometime before the mass exodus to the West. Presumably she died prior to September 1845, perhaps in Camp Creek and may have been buried there. Her name, however, is not found in the Camp Creek Branch membership records of this period. Camp Creek was an LDS community east of Nauvoo. Membership records of Eleanor’s son John and his wife, Ann Graves, are found in that community following their arrival in Nauvoo.

She received the following patriarchal blessing from Patriarch John Smith, uncle to the Prophet Joseph Smith: 

Sister Eleanor and mother in Israel, I lay my hands upon your head in the name of Jesus Christ and seal upon thee a father’s blessing, for thou are a daughter of Abraham and thou hast a right to a blessing under my hands as a patriarch, because thou hast obeyed the gospel in thine days and left thy native land at the commandment of the Lord to gain an inheritance among the Saints. The Lord is well pleased and will grant the desire of thy heart. Thou shalt be sustained with the fruits of the earth in abundance for thy comfort. Thou shalt find friends whose thy lot is cast, thy children shall delight to make thee comfortable and happy and thou shalt have power to redeem thy dead friends and thy family and companion and thou shalt be made to rejoice because of thy living friends. Obey the truth. Thy posterity shall become very prosperous and very honorable and thy name shall be held in honorable remembrance because of this through all the generations of Jacob. Thy greatest blessing is held in reserve for the hereafter, thou shalt live to a good old age and enter the grave as a shock of corn fully ripe to come up in the morning of the first resurrection with all thy father’s house. Thy fears be not faithless but believing in the Lord which I have spoken shall not fail even so. Amen. 

They were the parents of seven children.

William Lewis and Eleanor Harris Gailey’s children were: 

Ann

18 Mar 1798

Charlotte

27 Jan 1803

William

18 Aug 1805(died at age 18)

Hannah

22 May 1808

Elizabeth

14 Apr 1811

John

19 Nov 1813

Jane

17 Dec 1817[2]


[1] Wilford Woodruff’s Baptismal Record-1840

[2] David S. Gailey/Marlin Gailey Family History

Gailey, Hannah

MODIFIED REGISTER FOR HANNAH GAILEY DAUGHTER OF WILLIAM LEWIS GAILEY

[kaeh @ comcast. net]
First Generation
1. William Lewis GAILEY or Galey was born about 1775 probably in Hereford,
England. He married Eleanor HARRIS on 22 May 1797 in Much Cowarne, Hereford, England.
They had the following children:
2 F i. Elizabeth GAILEY was born on 12 Jun 1800 in Much Cowarne,
Hereford, England. She died before 1811 probably in Much Cowarne, Hereford, England.
3 F ii. Charlotte GAILEY was born on 27 Jan 1803 in Much Cowarne,
Hereford, England.
4 M iii. William GAILEY was born on 18 Aug 1805 in Much Cowarne,
Hereford, England.
5 F iv. Hannah GAILEY was born about 1812. She died on 24 Apr 1858.
6 F v. Elizabeth GAILEY was born on 14 Apr 1811 in Much Cowrne,
Hereford, England.
7 M vi. John GAILEY was born on 09 Jan 1814 in Much Cowarne, Hereford,
England. , John married Ann GREAVES on 03 Apr 1854 in Bedlam Green, Hereford,
England. Ann was born about 1816 probably in Much Cowarne, Hereford, England. She died
on 03 Aug 1851 in Salt Lake City, Utah. She was buried in Kaysville, Davis, Utah.
8 M vii. George Ward GAILEY was born in 1815 in Much Cowarne, Hereford,
England.
9 F viii. Jane GAILEY was born on 01 Feb 1818 in Much Cowarne,
Hereford, England. Jane married William EVANS on 13 Apr 1841 in Bedlam Green,
Hertford, , England. William was born about 1813 probably in Hertford, England.
Second Generation
5. Hannah GAILEY (William Lewis) was born about 1812 probably in Much
Cowarne, Hereford, England. She was christened on 22 May 1808 in Much Cowarne, Hereford,
England. She died on 24 Apr 1858 in Payson, Utah County, Utah. She was buried on 25 Apr
1858 in Payson.
Jones, George, 1843, NA, Yorkshire, Ship roster on microfilm(s) 200151 – spouse?
Jones, Hannah, 1843, NA, Yorkshire, Ship roster on microfilm(s) 200151 – self
Jones, Henry, 1843, NA, Yorkshire, Ship roster on microfilm(s) 200151 – son
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Gailly, Eleanor, 1843, NA, Yorkshire, Ship roster on microfilm(s) 200151 – mother
Gailly, John, 1843, NA, Yorkshire, Ship roster on microfilm(s) 200151 – brother
In the fall of 1857 President James Buchanan ordered several thousand Troops to the Utah
Territory to challenge an alleged Mormon rebellion and to install a new governor. In retaliation,
Brigham Young recalled settlers from outlying communities. Men from Payson joined other
Mormon men in Echo Canyon to harass Buchanan’s army that was cold and hungry in the
mountains. The conflict was settled peacefully and in June of 1858, the army built Camp Floyd,
40 miles southwest of Salt Lake City. The year of 1858 would be remembered as the “move
south” when Brigham Young emptied Salt Lake City and many people of the Salt Lake area
were relocated. At this time, Jacob Hatch and his son William moved to Salem, Utah County,
Utah and moved in with Jacob’s son, Lewis and his wife. Jacob was at the time either divorced
or separated from Hannah Gailey Jones Hatch. Hannah had two sons from a prior marriage
whose names were Henry and John Jones. Henry was a grown man. John was a boy about
sixteen years old. In addition Hannah had custody of Ellen Hannah Hatch, daughter of Jacob
and Hannah about five years old. The four of them relocated in Payson, a short distance from
Salem.
According to Bishop Franklin Young, “sometime in May, 1858, Hannah and her two sons laid a
plot to steal some horses and run them off to the soldier’s camp; but before they had time to
execute this nefarious plot, they were detected.” Bishop Young further wrote that, “this
circumstance so enraged some of the people that they determined to punish them in a very
summary manner. They accordingly surrounded the house or dugout inhabited by this family
and called on Henry to come out and deliver himself up. This he would not do and he kept close
for sometime, but at length came out and began shooting in the direction from which the voice
which had hailed him came, but it being in the night and extremely dark, none of his shots took
effect. He then tried to make his escape by running, but was overtaken at the corner of the
Pondtown [Salem] fields and killed. On returning to the town, the people shot the old woman
and tore the dugout in which she lived down upon her and thus it became her grave. A few days
after the younger son was missing and has not been seen or heard from since.”
In the fall of 1858 some of the residents of Payson, dissatisfied with Bishop Hancock, petitioned
President Young to remove him, but the petition was not, at that time granted.
Other sources tell the following. Hannah’s son, Henry, had enraged the citizens of Payson and he
felt he needed to get out of town because his life was in danger. In May of 1858 Henry
convinced his younger brother and some other boys in town to help him steal some horses he
could sell to the army in order to get enough money to leave Payson. His brother and friends got
caught and were held overnight, thus saving the life of John Jones.
Hancock and a couple of other unidentified men when into the dugout where Hannah and her
children lived. She was confronted about the whereabouts of her sons. While they were talking
Henry made and escape from the back of the dugout and started running towards Salem. By
now, Hannah was alone with little Ellen and began pleading for the safety of her boys. Suddenly
a shot rang out and hit Hannah. The men ran out of the dugout and left Hannah where she fell
and ignored Ellen. They were in pursuit of Henry. A neighbor came by the dugout a short while
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after the shooting and picked up Ellen who was trying to wake her mother. He took Ellen to her
father in Salem and told him what was happening in Payson. Jacob kept Ellen and raised her
with the assistance of his son, Lewis. Jacob and Ellen eventually moved to Payson where Jacob
lived out the rest of his life. The day after the shootings a funeral of sorts was held for Hannah
and Henry at the the dugout. After a short service, the supports from the dugout were pulled
down and the dugout collapsed around Hannah and Henry. They were left there without further
fanfare. Hannah’s youngest son disappeared sometime during the night.
Charles Brent Hancock, his brother George W. Hancock, and others were brought before Judge
Eccles, Nephi, UT in 1858. Twelve of them were indicted regarding the shooting of “the Jones
Woman.” Nothing further was done until 1889 when six men were called to the Fifth District
Court in Provo by Judge Blackburn. George W. Hancock, Charles B. Hancock, Alvin Crockett,
William H. McClellan, George Patton and Price/Brice Nelson were put in jail in Provo in
November 1889 and were there about four months. George Hancock was convicted of murder in
January, 1890. He appealed the conviction and the conviction was overturned on a procedural
technicality and a new trial was ordered. A second trial date was never set and a trail was never
set for the shooting of Henry Jones.
Brigham Young sent Franklin Young to be President and Bishop of Payson on the fist of
September 1859, to replace Bishop Hancock.
Hannah married (1) John JONES on 09 Jul 1833 in Much Cowarne,, Hereford, England.
Nothing more is known about the marriage. They had the following children:
10 M i. Henry JONES was christened on 25 Jun 1834 in Much Cowarne,
Hereford, England. He died on 25 Apr 1858 in Payson,
11 M ii. John JONES was born in 1844/1847 probably in Winter Quarters,
Douglas, , Nebraska.
Hannah married (2) Jacob HATCH son of John HATCH and Elizabeth WALDEN “Betsy”
about 1848 in Kanesville, Pottawattamie, Iowa. The marriage ended in a probable divorce.
Hannah filed for divorce on 15 Aug 1855 in Salt Lake City, Utah. There is no record a decree
was entered, but Hannah and Jacob were not living together in when Hannah moved to Payson.
Jacob was born about 22 Apr 1786 probably in Massachusetts or New York. He died on 08 Jan
1876 in Salem. He was buried in Payson City Cem. Payson. Jacob and Hannah had one child.
+ 12 F iii. Ellen Hannah HATCH was born on 01 Feb 1853. She died on
12 Jan 1891.
Third Generation
12. Ellen Hannah HATCH (Hannah GAILEY, William Lewis) was born on 01 Feb
1853 in Salt Lake City, Utah. She died on 12 Jan 1891 in Salem. She was buried in Payson City
Cem. Payson.
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Source: Micro Fiche B0108 Hereford, England and MO642, Utah, IGI 1984.
Notes: Buried Payson Cemetery in a plot under the name ELLEN HATCH, block 21, lot 27,
record 771, the lot is in name of Geo M. Brown and was purchased by Jones. All other graves in
the block are “Jones.” Oldest member in the lot is James M. (Millar) Jones. What is his
connection to Hannah? Could he be brother to her mother’s first husband? James immigrated to
Utah: Jones, James Miller, 1850, 33, NA, Roster found in Heart Throbs of the West, Volume 11,
Pages 396-455. The unmarked Jones grave is the child of Timothy Jones.
Ellen married George Washington Hazleton BROWN son of William Dearborn BROWN and
Harriet Frances HATCH on 01 May 1870 in Salt Lake City, Utah. George was born on 06 Jul
1850 in Smyrna, Ionia, Michigan. He died on 01 Apr 1919 in Rigby, Jefferson Co. Idaho. He
was buried on 03 Apr 1919 in Rigby. Harriet was the daughter of Jacob Hatch’s brother,
William. George and Ellen had the following children:
13F i. Ellen Frances BROWN was born on 17 Apr 1871 in Payson. She died in
Aug 1871 in Payson.
14F ii. Hannah Theressa BROWN was born on 01 May 1873 in Salem. Hannah
married Alma Willard DAVIS son of Robert Houston DAVIS and Sarah Bob DURFEY on 13
May 1891 in Salem. Alma was born on 16 Jun 1868 in Salem. He died on 14 Jun 1929 in Utah.
He was buried in Salem City Cem.
15F iii. Harriet Eliza BROWN (Hattie) was born on 27 Sep 1875 in Payson. She
died on 16 Mar 1948. Harriet married George Sidney KILLIAN on 26 Dec 1893 probably in
Utah.
16F iv. Pauletta B. BROWN was born on 18 Sep 1877 in Payson. She died on 17
Mar 1879 in Payson.
17F v. Sarah Laurinda BROWN was born in Jan 1880 in Payson or Santaquin,
Utah. The 1880 Census of Santaquin gives birth as Jan 1880. Sarah married (1) Charles
Thomas DANIELS on 13 Jun 1896 in Salem. Charles was born about 1874 probably in
Payson. Sarah married (2) Julius JOHANNASON. Julius was born about 1875 probably in
Payson.
18M vi. George William BROWN was born on 24 Oct 1881 in Salem. George
married Clara Jane WOOLSEY on 05 May 1903 in Blackfoot, Bingham County, Idaho. Clara
was born on 10 Sep 1886 in Leamington, Millard County, Utah. She died on 18 Dec 1966 in
Bingham County, Idaho.
19F vii.Nellie Rosina BROWN was born on 19 Aug 1883 in Salem. She died in May
1908. Nellie married Chancey Albert BASSETT on 01 Dec 1903 probably in Utah. Chancey
was born on 23 Dec 1875 in Providence, Cache County, Utah.
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20M viii. Edwin Jacob BROWN was born on 22 Oct 1885 in Salem. He died on
06 May 1956. Edwin married Edith ROSS on 26 Nov 1907 in Poplar, Bonneville County,
Idaho. Edith was born on 09 Jul 1892 in Sevier County, Utah. She died on 10 Oct 1962 in
Rigby, Idaho.
21M ix. James LeRoy BROWN was born on 04 Dec 1887 in Salem. He died on
03 Sep 1951. James married Ella CLIFFORD on 25 Jun 1913 probably in Utah. Ella was
born about 1891 probably in Salem.
22M x. John Clarance BROWN was born on 09 Oct 1889 in Salem. He died on
17 Feb 1891. He was buried in Payson City Cem.
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Pioneers, Salt Lake City, 1939-1951 ), Vol 10, “Pioneers of 1849”, Family History Library,
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Gailey, John - autobiography

John Gailey

November 19, 1813 – March 31, 1887

The following was mostly taken from John Gailey’s own diary.

I, John Gailey, the son of William and Eleanor Harris Gailey, was born November 19, 1814, in Herefordshire, Suffolk, England.  When I was young I was deeply concerned about Eternity and the coming of the SON OF GOD, but I told no one about it for some time.  Later on some preachers visited us calling themselves Primitive Methodists, holding forth Salvation through Christ by Faith alone.  I attended their preaching for some time, at last joined their Church as a member. Some soon separated themselves from them and formed themselves into another sect calling themselves UNITED BRETHREN, soon I left the first and joined the latter, as a local preacher. 

I was to preach on Sundays, which I continued to do one year and ten months.  Thomas Kington, who was then our leader, desired me to give myself wholly to the ministry, which I did.  This was in January 1836.  I continued to preach amongst them until 1840, when it pleased God to send Elder Wilford Woodruff to Castle Trower [sic; this is most likely in reference to Castle Frome (map), found in Herefordshire] with the fullness of the Gospel as revealed to Joseph Smith; John Benbow a wealthy land owner living in Herefordshire, gave elder Woodford the privilege of preaching in his home which contained a large hall.  The entire congregation of United Brethren, about 600 members was converted and baptized. (for further information on this event, see: historical vignette of Elder Woodruff’s account of his mission in England). 

It was was on March 24th 1840 that I was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and on the same evening after my confirmation and ordination I accompanied Elder Woodruff to his appointment to preach.  From this time on I continued to preach and his appointment to preach and baptize.

On May 18th which was five months later, I was ordained a Priest and thus with authority I began to preach the Gospel and on June 21st, I baptized three for the remission of their sins.  I continued to fill the office of a Priest preaching and baptizing until September 21st when I was ordained an Elder at the conference at Stanley Hill [map].  After this I began to visit the churches and strengthen them in the faith.  On September 27th I preached at Cradley [map] and baptized one.  The same day at Froom [sic, this is most likely Frome (map)] I baptized Ann Bull, also confirmed her a member of the church in the New and Everlasting Covenant.  The next day I returned home. 

On October 11th, I visited the Church at Duns Clofs [sic] and Browerutt [sic] and baptized Richard Johnson, William Johnson, Mary Johnson, Elinor Smith, Hannah Spilsbury, George  Spilsbury, Henry Carbert.  I laid my hands on them and prayed that they might received the Holy Ghost.  After this I visited Bro. Barnes in the Forest of Dean [parish mapcurrent map] in the County of Gloucester.  This was the first mission I went on with the fullness of the Gospel.  I arrived there on October 19th where I found Bro. James Barnes in the house of Elizah Clifford, who received me gladly.  I preached the same night at James Phelps.  Then next morning he was baptized.  I then baptized George Voyce, Prudence Phelps, Hannah Voyce, Mary Phelps and Jane Phelps.  The next Thursday we laid our hands on them.

Thus we continued preaching and teaching the things of the Kingdom of God.  After a while I returned to see my friends in Herefordshire, where I had seen them and rejoiced with them in the Lord.  I went with Bro. Phillips, a Priest who had agreed to go with me to preach the Gospel of Christ; so on the morrow we set out on our mission.  We visited several of the Churches and preached to them on our way to the forest.  On November 15th I preached three times and baptized Comfort Broughter and Maria Davies.  The next day I baptized John Rich and confirmed three and laid hands on them that they might received the Holy Ghost.  Then we resumed our journey.  The next day we arrived at the forest.  There we preached the Gospel of Jesus Christ at Hazel Hill [map] to a small branch of the Church; but behold they were a stiff necked people.  We had to use great plainness and to exercise much patience continually.

I baptized William Tingle and confirmed him, after this I had some opposition from the Wesleyans.  I later visited the conference at Stanley Hill, Herefordshire and then I went to assist Elder Smith in a part of Worcestershire.  We organized the church at Hurde Common; we ordained two Priests and one teacher.  This was about April 1841.  After I had preached the Gospel in any villages around about, I returned and visited some of the churches in different parts of Worcestershire and Herefordshire, then returned to the forest and spoke the word of God to as many as would come to hear.

About July 4th, I was assisted by Martin Littlewood, (who was an Elder) to preach to the people in the open air, one at (Little Deans Hill [sic, correct spelling is Littledean Hill [map]) and at Little Dean [sic, correct spelling is Littledean (map)].  in some the word had place and came forward and were obedient to the truth.  I baptized three of them shortly afterwards which were Samuel Lewis and wife and James Tingle.  We also confirmed them by the laying on of hands and prayer in the name of Jesus Christ.

The next Monday Bro. Mofo and I went to a tea meeting at Greenway Hill.  A large number of people were present.  Many of them Elders so it was considered a good time to speak to them the word of God to testify to them the truth of the work which the Lord was doing in their midst.  After this had been done Elder William Key was ordained a High Priest.  The next night we held a fellowship meeting in which many of the Elders and Priests were present.  The meeting was opened by singing: Prayer was offered by Bro. Needham.  Elder Theodore Curtis gave some very needful and interesting instructions also made some prophesies which I cannot just remember.   The spirit of God rested upon us mightily, many spoke in tongues and others prophesied while others bore testimonies that they knew the truth of God’s word. 

The next morning many came and were blessed under the hands of the Elders before they parted.  The same day we raised up our voices to the people of Rofs [sic, could be Ross] to repent of their sins, but very few were willing to listen to the word.  As we were leaving the village one of them hit me on the shoulder with an egg, and many followed us to the end of town, some crying one thing while others cried something else

On July 28th, I preached in Deerhurst [map] to a small branch of the Church and lodged at the home of Thomas Smith.  On July 29, 1841, I named and blessed George Margrett, son of William and  Susannah Margrett, then I went to Redmarley where I found Bro. George Brimby sick of a fever; Elder Thomas Oakey and I laid our hands on him and prayed that God would have mercy upon him and heal him.

On August 1st, after the congregation had voted unanimously I ordained William Tingle to office of Priest.  The next Tuesday I went to Gloucester to see a number of the Saints who were going to leave England for America.  (For behold it was our faith that God had chosen that land for his people to gather together on, in the last days), therefore, the Saints are going to Babylon as fast as their circumstances ill permit.  I remained with them and assisted them with their luggage into a warehouse where we spent the night and held a council to arrange matters for the journey, in order that all would be comfortable for them.

[The] next day things were conveyed to the Basin and put in a boat.  I accompanied them down the canal about 14 miles where the ship was which they were to sail.  We slept on board that night, the next two days I assisted them in making preparations for their journey.  On Saturday morning I sailed about two miles with them, then gave them the parting hand and returned back to the Forest.

On August 8th I administered the Sacrament to the Saints at Little Deans Woodside, and organized that branch of the church, also appointed William Tingle priest to have care over them, also to assist Elizah [editor’s note: spelled Rlizah in the text] Clifford at Edge Hills [map].  The next Monday I attended a council meeting at Remarly; the Saints met there for singing and prayer.   Some told of things the Lord had made known to them in way of dreams, other had the spirit of prophecy rest upon them, thus our faith and testimonies did increase.   After this meeting I returned to the Forest.  Here I baptized James Tingle and confirmed him.  I also baptized Samuel Astins and James Mountjou.

From here I went to Herefordshire to a Tea Party, at Colwall [map].  About Oct. 6, 1841 again we witnessed the power of God in testimonies.  One man a Bro. Williams said that before a year had passed Malvery Hill should tremble.  On Oct. 11th 1841, Bro. Key and I went to a tea party at Frogamarch and after many of the Elders had spoken the word of the Lord to the people Satan entered into a young woman; she cried out, and Bro. Key rebuked him [and] in the name of the Lord commanded him to come out of her and enter no more in her, and so it was.

After this I addressed them in the name  of the Lord exhorting them to be faithful and prepare for the coming of the Lord which is near at hand.  After his I visited a number of the churches thereabout.  I came to the U.S.A. sometime about 1842 to 1844.  My wife, a wonderful woman, came with me.  We went to Nauvoo and remained there until driven out by the mob.  Here in Nauvoo we shared with others in the persecutions and mob violence, and did what we could to help build up God’s Kingdom. 

It was here that my wife Ann Greaves Gailey and I received our Patriarchal Blessings under the hands of John Smith.  We received our endowments in the Nauvoo Temple February 7, 1846, and were sealed by Heber C. Kimball.  In 1846 we were forced along with other to leaved Nauvoo to face the hazards of the blistering plains, and came west.  I aided other emigrants on this great trek and came to this our blooming and fragrant desert.

(NOTE: the balance of this specific history is biographical, penned by others)

Somewhere in Pottowotamie County, Iowa, twin babies were born to John and his wife, but both of the babies died.  From here they proceeded to Salt Lake City, arriving in the fall of 1848.  They made their home on the south west corner of 7th South and Main Streets.  Two daughters were born to them here, Sarah Jane and Elizabeth, and when the latter was three weeks old the mother died.  This was in 1851.  Sometime later John married a widow, Mary Mills Hudson, who had come from England with her three children, George, Rosa and Thomas Hudson.  She made a wonderful mother to all.  The family moved to Kaysville in 1854, where he spent the rest of his life as a farmer.

It seems when John Gailey first came to Kaysville [map] he made his home with Bro. John S. Smith until he could locate a place of his own and in a short time located on the place now known in the year 1943 as the William E. Gailey home.  On this place he first lived in a dug out made first by the Indians.  In 1857, he commenced building an adobe house.  It is known as the first adobe house in Kaysville.  Instead of using nails, as now, he used wooden pegs, which served very well, for a roof he used dirt.  This house served really well until 1877 when he finished or added more rooms on, brick and adobe.  The brick being hauled from Bountiful.

To finish his home he had the blacksmith Mr. Alfred Allred [sic, most likely Alfred Alder] make him some nails, the first nails to ever be made in Kaysville, which cost $5.00 per pound.  Some of these nails are now owned and kept by his children and grand children which were taken from the home in later years when the old place as undergoing remodeling.  Also there were found two children’s shoes which were still in good shape.  The soles had bee put on with tiny wooden tacks, which had all been made by hand.  These too are being kept with reverence.

John Gailey was a great man for council and leadership.  He used his head to make improvements of things of which they were the first of such to be used; such as a fly trap, barrels, washing machine, etc.  And it was at this time when he aided materially in building a toll bridge near his home to aid people to get onto the main highway, across a deep hollow, as it was too steep a climb to get on to the road otherwise, and was many times very swampy.  He made the bridge out of logs, putting the poles upright under close enough together so that when the water was high the brush and leaves, etc. would gather and in due time filled up  the great hollow place at this crossing.

But while this was taking place, people had to pay a small fee of ten cents to cross over the bridge.  Many did not want to pay toll so would try to go below the bridge.  Of course, they would get stuck with their load, and then would pay him to pull them out.  this would cost them more.  Thus the Toll Bridge was paid for.  John Gailey had two oxen he kept on the place just for such.  He had many a smile about those who weren’t going to pay toll.

He bought and planted some of the first alfalfa seed in the state of Utah which Bishop Christopher Layton brought from California.  He paid 30 bushels of wheat for 30 pounds of alfalfa seed.  He also planted the first Hollyhocks of which he had many beautiful colors.  These he had for his colony of bees.

He had one of the best kept homes in Kaysville, with many fruit trees, grasses lawns, roses and all kinds of flowers, bees in the orchard.  He was a man that had great ability for leadership among those with whom he associated with, throughout all his known history.

He was given positions of leadership where council was needed.  He was stray Pond Keeper for many years and when people couldn’t pay with money; he would take meat, flour and anything they wished to give on the bill.  He was a member of the first County School Board.  He held the office of Judge for many years, which position he held in a very dignified manner.  He was very firm, steady, stern and very positive.  Seldom did he loose his tongue in vague talk.  He had very pleasant manners.  He performed the majority of the civil marriages in this section of the country, and gave everyone good council and advice before he would dismiss them.  He was a record keeping man; kept books on all his private affairs, business as well as church affairs.  had a wonderful way of doing things and everyone knew just where he stood with them. He was a good penman and to this day (1943) his writing is just as readable as it was in 1840.  His build was one of rugged features, rather high cheek bones, blue eyes, a heavy mustache and beard.  It seems he had an even temper, yet when he spoke it must have been law to those about him, and yet he gained the esteem and respect of all.  For little folks he had great love, and enjoyed their friendship and jovial association, and enjoyed joining with them in games, songs and stories.

Many stories could be told of what he did.  Some of which are: One cold winter when the snow was very deep, a Band of Indians camped on his ground and he had to feed them for several months, as the snow was too deep for hunting.  That winter he had to kill most of his livestock.  The hides were always made good use of.  The children tied their feet up in pieces of cow hide as they had no shoes until they were nearly grown.

He had four wives to which he was very devoted; the first being Ann Greaves to whom was born four children, the first two being twins died in Nauvoo, and then Sarah Jane and Elizabeth.  The second was Mary Mills Hudson, to whom was born John Gailey.  She was a widow; who had come from England with three children, George, Rosa, and Thomas Hudson; the third was Elizabath [sic] Treganna Henwood and their children were Edwin, Heber, David, Willard and Ernest.  The fourth wife was Ann Noble.  No children were borne to him by her.

For past time and during his leisure in declining years, while still active as Judge, he spent considerable time at the old Blacksmith shop owned by Alfred Alder.  The shop stood near the home of J. J. Bowman.  The two were very good friends and had many interesting talks in common together.

John Gailey died March 31st 1887 at the age of 73 years.

John Gailey: personal recollections of his grand-children

Grandfather Gailey died while we were still small, buy many of us have a vivid recollection of him and loved to be with him.  He always seemed to be so very large and kindly.  We well remember how he used to put us on his shoulder and carry us out to the apple trees so that we could reach and pick the big apples from the trees in his orchard on the old farm in Kaysville.  Also used to sit on the back porch and watch him take the honey from the hives and later he would give us pieces of honey in the comb to eat. 

Also remember sitting on his knee in the evenings and eating popcorn, apples and molasses candy whiles the boys, Uncle Heber, Will, Ernest, John, Dave and the others would sing songs and play checkers.  Grandfather would join in all of it.  Sometimes he would play Old Maid or Smut, and always got a big laugh when he would win and have a chance to smut our faces and to ride with him in his closed carriage lined with red and drawn by a pair of tan colored mules was a real treat.

Now we, the descendents of this wonderful leader and Father; feel thankful to him for the heritage he has left us.  May we live up to the standards left us by him.  through the sufferings, the trials and tribulations he went through; May we never forget,…The spirit he enjoyed — may we inherit.

John Gailey

Source:

The following history, entitled, “John Gailey“, was found in privately published history of Henry Herriman Hintze distributed in July 2005 at a Henry Hintze family reunion held in Copperton, Utah, which history was extracted from histories written by Drucilla Sears Howard and Heber J. Sears.

John Gailey, son of William and Eleanor Gailey, was born November 19, 1814 in Herefordshire, England.  As a young man he was very much concerned about eternity and the coming of the Son of God, but told no one about it for some time.  Later, when some preachers came calling themselves Primitive Methodists [Wikipedia entry] and holding forth salvation through Christ by faith alone, he finally joined them and became a member of their church.

A short time later some of them separated from the rest of the group and formed another sect, calling themselves United Brethren.  John joined with this splinter group as a local preacher.  He preached on Sundays for more than a year when the leader, Thomas Kington, asked him to devote all his time to the ministry, which he did.  This was in 1836.

In the year 1840, Elder Wilford Woodruff visited this section of England and preached to the United Brethren the fullness of the Gospel as revealed in these latter days, and baptized all of them (about 600).  On the 24th of March 1840, John Gailey was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and was later ordained a priest.  On the same evening, after his baptism, he accompanied Elder Woodruff to his appointment to preach.  From this time on he continued to preach the Gospel and to baptize.  In his diary he tells of twenty-six people who were converted and baptized by him.

He also writes of many wonderful blessing and manifestations of Divine Power which he witnessed.  However, his writing ends before he left England and what follows has been put together by his descendants.

It is not known just when he left England, but it was probably sometime in the early 1840’s.  At any rate, he was with the saints when they were driven from Nauvoo, Illinois, and came with his wife, Ann Greaves, to Salt Lake valley, arriving here about the year 1848.

In May 1849, their first child, Sarah Jane Gailey, was born.  Two years later another daughter, Elizabeth, was born.  When this younger child was three weeks old, the mother died.

Some time later, John married a widow, Mary Mills Hudson, who had come from England with her three children, George, Rosa, and Thomas Hudson.  The family resided in Salt Lake City until about the year 1854, when they moved to Kaysville, Davis County, Utah where John spent the remainder of his life on a farm.

He endured all of the hardships incident to pioneer life and at one time fed a large number of Indians, who pitched their tents on his farm and remained there all winter.  Food was so scare that without his help, the Indians could not have survived the winter.

He was a thoroughly trustworthy and up-right man, who was known for his kindness and gentleness.  His children and grandchildren (who were fortunate enough to remember him) loved to be with him and to partake of his kindly spirit.

His faith in the gospel never wavered and he remained true and faithful to all of its teachings.  He died March 31, 1887, at the age of 73 years.

Gailey, John - Information sheet

Gailey, John (Male)

Birth: Gailey, John (Male)   Date: November 17, 1814 Place: Herefordshire, ENG Alternate Date: November 19, 1814

Parents: Gailey, John (Male)      Father: Gailey, William    Mother: Harris, Eleanor

Death: Gailey, John (Male) Date: March 31, 1887      Place: Kaysville, Davis, UT, USA

Marriage Information: Gailey, John (Male)       Spouse: Graves, Ann      Alternate Spouse: Greaves, Ann Date: June 27, 1843        Place: Nauvoo, Hancock, IL, USA

Children: Gailey, John (Male)

Name:        Birthdate:   Place:

  1. Gailey, (twin)                 Iowa
  2. Gailey, (twin)                 Iowa
  3. Gailey, Sarah Jane      May 22, 1849        Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, UT, USA
  4. Gailey, Elizabeth Ann September 4, 1853  Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, UT, USA

Marriage Number 2 Gailey, John (Male)  Spouse: Mills, Mary Alternate Spouse: Miln, Mary     Date: 1852   Place: Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, UT, USA

Marriage 2 Children:

Name:        Birthdate:   Place:

  1. Gailey, John William   September 4, 1853  Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, UT, USA

Marriage Number 3 Gailey, John (Male)  Spouse: Henwood, Elizabeth Treganne Date: August 25, 1858        Place: Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, UT, USA

Marriage 3 Children:

Name:        Birthdate:   Place:

  1. Gailey, Edwin   May 21, 1860        Kaysville, Davis, UT, USA
  2. Gailey, David    February 26, 1862 Kaysville, Davis, UT, USA
  3. Gailey, Heber Charles December 19, 1863 Kaysville, Davis, UT, USA
  4. Gailey, Willard  May 15, 1867        Kaysville, Davis, UT, USA
  5. Gailey, Ernest   September 15, 1869        Kaysville, Davis, UT, USA
Gailey, John - History by David Smith

John Gailey settled in Kaysville, Utah in 1854.His sister Charlotte Gailey Clark and his brother-in-law Thomas Henry Clark settled in Grantsville, Utah. This was said about John Gailey. “He was a record-keeping man; kept books on all his private affairs, business as well as church affairs. He had a wonderful way of doing things and everyone knew just where he stood with them. He was a good penman and to this day (1943) his writing is just as readable as it was in 1840. His build was one of rugged features, rather high cheek bones, blue eyes, a heavy mustache and beard. It seems he had an even temper, yet when he spoke it must have been law to those about him, yet he gained the esteem and respect of all. For little folks he had great love, and enjoyed their friendship and jovial association, and enjoyed joining them in games, songs and stories”.[1]

               In the Historical Department of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints there is a Reminiscence and Diary [circa 1840-1841] of John Gailey.

             A Guide to Mormon Diaries and Autobiographies describes it this way: “Sketchy retrospective of early life, 1814-40. Born, 1814. Early interest in religion. Joined Primitive Methodists. Joined United Brethren. Fulltime preacher, 1836-40. Converted to Mormonism by Elder Woodruff. Activities as missionary, 1840-41. Although several specific dates are given, this does not seem to be a diary. Ordained priest. Ordained elder. Spiritual manifestations in meetings. (‘The power of god rested upon us mightily, and some began to speak in tongues and some to interpret, and some to prophecy: and many testified that they knew the work was of God.’) Harassed and ridiculed. Helped group of emigrants to get on their way. Lists of baptisms. Some pages missing.”[2]

             John was the sixth of seven children born to William Lewis Gailey and Eleanor Harris. He was born in Much Cowarne Parish of Herfordshire, England. He was christened in the Presbyterian Church on 09 Jan 1814. He spent his younger years working as a farm laborer and early in his adult life became a tenant farmer. His early associations in the Presbyterian Church caused him to ponder and question the lack of reasonable explanations about his eternal destiny, by his minister. He investigated avenues where he might find answers to his questions. In his own words he said: When I was young, I was deeply concerned about eternity and the coming of the Son of God, but I told no one about it for some time. Later on, some preachers visited us, calling themselves Primitive Methodists, holding forth salvation through Christ by faith alone. I attended their preaching for some time, at last joined their church as a member. Some members soon separated themselves from the church and formed themselves into another sect, calling themselves ‘United Brethren’. Soon I left the first and joined a latter as a local preacher. I preached on Sundays, which I continued to do one year and ten months. Thomas Kington, who was then our leader, desired me to give myself wholly to the ministry, which I did. This was in January, 1836.[3]

John was about 23 years old at the time, not married, and was still living with or at least very close to his parents, for they too were involved in seeking the true religion simultaneously. He continued to preach for his new church according to a schedule that was established for him and other lay preachers by a committee of ten, including John Benbow, a wealthy farmer. John Benbow would later invite the Mormon missionary Wilford Woodruff to preach in his home. John Gailey was approaching 27 years of age and was generally happy with his profession of preaching the gospel for the United Brethren. In another setting some 60 to 70 miles north of Herfordshire, the Mormon Apostle Wilford Woodruff was soon to make an impact on John’s life that would culminate his search for the eternal truths he had long sought… 

John’s journal speaks of the same time period and of the same events. He stated that he was baptized 24 Mar 1840, the same day quoted from Wilford Woodruff’s Journal. Quoting John Gailey about that day he said: 

I continued to preach amongst them [United Brethren] until 1840, when it pleased God to send Wilford Woodruff to Castle Trower with the fullness of the gospel as revealed by Joseph Smith. John Benbow was a wealthy land owner living in Herfordshire, he gave Elder Woodruff the privilege of preaching in his home which contained a large hall. The entire congregation of United Brethren, about 600 members were converted and baptized. It was on 24 March 1840, that I was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and on the same evening after my confirmation and ordination, I accompanied Elder Woodruff to preach at his appointments. From this time on I continued to preach and baptize. On May 18, which was five months later, I was ordained a Priest and thus with authority I began to preach the gospel and on June 21st, I baptized three for the remission of their sins. I continued to fill the office of a Priest preaching and baptizing until September 21st when I was ordained an Elder at the conference at Stanley Hill[4]

John continued to serve as a full time missionary under the supervision of Wilford Woodruff for almost a year. Thereafter, he served as a missionary, doing both missionary work and aiding members in preparation to leave the shores of Great Britain to immigrate to the Land of Zion in America. His history continues: 

After this I began to visit the churches and strengthen them in the faith. On September 11th I preached at Cradley and baptized one. The same day at Froom, I baptized Ann Bull, also confirmed her a member of the church in the New and Everlasting Covenant. The next day I returned home.

On October 11th, I visited the Church at Duns Clofs and Browerutt and baptized Richard Johnson, William Johnson, Mary Johnson, Elinor Smith, Hannah , George Spillsbury, and Henry Carbert. I laid my hands on them and prayed that they might receive the Holy Ghost. After this I visited Brother Barnes in the Forest of Dean in the County of Gloucester. This is the first mission I went on with the fullness of the gospel[5]. I arrived there on October 19th where I found brother James Barnes in the house of Elizah Clifford, who received me gladly. I preached the same night at James Phelps. The next morning he was baptized. I then baptized George Voyce, Prudence Phelps, Hannah Voyce, Mary Phelps and Jane Phelps. The next Thursday we laid our hands on them. Thus we continued preaching and teaching the things of the Kingdom of God. After a while I returned to see my friends in Herfordshire where I rejoiced with them in the Lord. I went with brother Phillips[6] a Priest who had agreed to go with me to preach the gospel of the church and preached to them on our way to the Forest. On November 15, I preached three times and baptized Comfort Broughter and Meria Davies. The next day I baptized John Rich and confirmed three and laid hands on them that they receive the Holy Ghost. Then we resumed our journey.

The next day we arrived at the forest. There we preached the Gospel of Jesus Christ at Hazel Hill to a small branch of the church, but behold they were a stiff-necked people. I had to use great plainness and to exercise much patience continually. I baptized William Tingle and confirmed him. Afterward I had some opposition from the Weslyans. I later visited the conference at Stanley Hill, Herfordshire and then I went to assist Elder Smith in a part of Worcestershire. We organized the church at Hurde Common; we ordained two priests and one teacher. This was in about April 1841. After I had preached the Gospel in many villages round and about, I returned and visited some of the churches in different parts of Worcestershire and Herfordshire, then returned to the forest and spoke the word of God to as many as would come to hear.

About July 4th, I was assisted by Martin Littlewood, who was an Elder, to preach to the people in the open air, one at Little Dean’s Hill and at Little Dean. In some the word had place and came forward and they were obedient to the truth. I baptized three of them shortly afterwards which were Samuel Lewis and wife Jane Tingle. We also confirmed them by laying on of hands and prayer in the name of Jesus Christ. The next day Brother Mofo and I went to a tea meeting at Greenway Hill. A large number of people were present, many of them Elders, so it was considered a good time to speak to them the word of God and to testify to them the truth of the work which God was doing in their midst. After this was done Elder William Key was ordained a High Priest. The next night we held a fellowship meeting in which many of the elders and priests were present. The meeting was opened by singing. A prayer was offered by Brother Needham. Elder Theodore Curtis gave some very needful and interesting instructions and also made some prophesies that I can not just remember. The spirit of God rested upon us mightily. Many spoke in tongues and others prophesied while others bore testimonies that they knew the truth of God’s word. The next morning many came and they were blessed by the hands of the Elders before they parted.

The same day we raised our voices to the people of Rof to repent of their sins, but very few were willing to listen to the word. As we were leaving the village, one of them hit me on the shoulder with an egg, and many followed us to the end of town some cried one thing while others cried something else.

On July 29th 1841, I named and blessed George Margreet, son of William and Susanna Margreet, then I went to Redmarley where I found Brother George Brimby sick with fever. Elder Thomas Oaky and I laid our hands on him and prayed that God would have mercy upon him and heal him. On August 1st, after the congregation had voted unanimously I ordained William Tingly to the office of priest.

The next Tuesday I went to Gloucester to see a number of the Saints who were going to leave England for America (For behold it was our faith that God had chosen that land for his people to gather together on, in the last days). Therefore the Saints were going out of Babylon as fast as their circumstances will permit. I remained with them and assisted them with their luggage into a warehouse where we spent the night and held a council to arrange matters for the journey, in order that all would be comfortable for them. The next day things were conveyed to a Basin and put in [and I] accompanied them down the canal about 14 miles where the ship was, on which they were to sail. We slept on board that night. The next two days I assisted them in making preparation for their journey. On Saturday morning I sailed about two miles with them, then gave them a parting hand and returned back to the Forest.

On August 8th I administered the sacrament to the Saints at Little Dean’s Woodside, and organized that branch of the church, and also appointed William Tingle, Priest, to have care over them, also to assist R. Clifford at Edge Hills. The next Monday I attended a council meeting at Redmarley; the Saints met there for singing and prayer. Some told of things the Lord had made known to them in way of dreams, others had the spirit of prophesy rest down on them, thus our faith and testimonies did increase. After this meeting I returned to the Forest. Here I baptized James Tingle and confirmed him. I also baptized Samuel Astins and James Moutjou.

From here we went to Herfordshire to a Tea Party, at Colwall. About October 6, 1841 again we witnessed the power of God in testimonies. One man, a brother Williams said that before a year had passed Malvery Hill should tremble. October 11, 1841 Brother Key and I went to a tea party at Frogmarch and after many of the Elders had spoken the word of God to the people Satan entered into a young woman; she cried out, and brother Key rebuked him in the name of the Lord and commanded him to come out of her and enter no more in her, and so it was. On one occasion I addressed them in the name of the Lord, exhorting them to be faithful and prepare for the coming of the Lord which is near at hand. After this I visited a number of churches thereabouts. [7] 

John kept a journal of his religious life, beginning with his ministry in the Primitive Methodist Church in 1836, then with the United Brethren Church until March 1840 when he met Wilford Woodruff and was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. He was called to be a missionary immediately following his baptism. He kept a detailed journal of his missionary work from that date until 1842. In his journal, he listed the names and dates of the people he baptized during his mission. The number of people he baptized was thirty-nine. Others have mentioned John in their diaries of this period. One John Spiers made the following comments: 

May 2nd [1842], myself Brother Gaily and several others had been appointed to represent the Herfordshire conference at a conference conducted by Brother Parley P. Pratt, Elder Lorenzo Snow and quite a number of officers. We started about eleven o’clock P.M. We traveled all night to that place, it being a distance of about twenty miles. We had not alternative but to take it on foot. We reached there at about five o’clock the next morning. The conference met in an orchard, and after the business of the for noon, reported our experiences and labors of the branches over which I presided. We received much instruction, and on the 6th I departed for my field of labor.[8] 

John Spiers mentioned John Gailey again in his journal about the time that John Gailey would have been preparing to sail to America. John Gailey must have had some administrative responsibilities for arranging passage for the Saints leaving Liverpool, as is implied in John Spiers’ diary: 

January 13th 1843. Received a letter from Elder John Gaily respecting the sailing of the vessel. Jan 19th I posted money to insure the passage of sisters Sandford, Wright, and Rogers.[9] 

In 1842 John was 29 years old, and in none of his entries did he mentioned his family, occupation, or other aspects of life except as it related to his preaching and missionary work. In fact, late in his life as he wrote a brief history, he remembered that he came to America between 1842 and 1844. The first mention of family was made in that statement which was: 

My wife, a wonderful woman, came with me.[10] 

It is not known what the relationship between John and Ann Graves (Greaves) was prior to their boarding the ship in Liverpool to sail to America, but they were not married until after they arrived in Nauvoo. Ann was baptized on 24 Mar 1840, the same day that Wilford Woodruff baptized John Gailey. She was one of the 600 members of the United Brethren Church who was baptized on the Benbow Farm. Descendants from Ann have stated that her parents were very angry with John for enticing their “young” daughter to accompany him to America.[11] Ann Graves’ mother was Ann Preese, the daughter of John Preese and Ann Gailey Preese. This would make both John Gailey and Ann Graves grandchildren of Ann Gailey, each having a different grandfather. As mentioned, the relationship between John Gailey and Ann Graves created ill will in the extended family. This may have been the cause. John was courting his half cousin. 

Ann was 26 years of age when they left Liverpool. John Gailey, Ann Graves and Eleanor Harris Gailey, John’s mother, were passenger numbers 32, 33 and 34 respectively aboard the ship Yorkshire when they sailed to America. John had listed his occupation as “farmer” and their ages were listed: John 29, Ann 26 and Eleanor 72. The date of passage is blotched and not readable, but they landed in New Orleans, Louisiana on 10 May 1843. 

Following are entries which were taken from a journal kept by Andrew Jenson who was also a passenger on the Yorkshire. 

The Yorkshire is a splendid new vessel. The emigrants went aboard on the 6th and 7th of March 1843, and sailed from Liverpool. On the 9th, nearly all the passengers were seasick, which lasted for several days, as the winds were very contrary, and several days were spent in the Irish Sea. Once a terrible wave struck the vessel and water ran down the hatchway. April 4th, they caught the trade wind, going south and they rejoiced at having more favorable winds. After that the people began holding meetings, which however, were opposed by non-Mormon passengers on board. At length the heat became oppressive. They passed the West Indies between Cuba and Jamaica.

On May 3rd, early in the morning, the vessel was struck by a terrible squall, breaking off all the upper parts of the mast. All hands were called up and they raised the sails as best they could. This was off Cape Antonio. As soon as the sails were set, there was a good wind. On May 8th they met the pilot boat and were piloted over the Balize to New Orleans. It was a grand sight along the shores of the Mississippi, but Negro slavery disgusted the British. On the 10th they landed at New Orleans, being nine weeks on the voyage. The heat in New Orleans was intense. On the 13th of May the Claybourne [docked] in New Orleans, which had sailed from Liverpool later than the Yorkshire.

At New Orleans the Yorkshire passengers took passage up the Mississippi River on board the steamboat Dove, for Nauvoo, paying $3.50 per adult passenger. They left New Orleans on the 16th of May. Scenery was grand on both sides of the river. They passed Natchez on the 17th, which a short time before had been destroyed by a tornado. On the 28th they landed at St. Louis. On the 29th the captain of the Dove put his passengers on board the Amaranth, and on the 31st at about day break, arrived at Nauvoo.

Richard Rushton was the president of the company on board the Yorkshire, and Thomas Bullock was secretary. John Needham, George Spillsbury, John Gailey and other Elders were on board the Yorkshire.[12] 

Joseph Smith the Prophet, made this note in his journal dated 31 May 1843: 

The Steamer Amaranth landed at Nauvoo, the Saints who had left Liverpool in the Yorkshire under the care of Elders Thomas Bullock and Richard Rushton, all well; Also some Saints who had left there more recently in the Swanton.[13] 

Elders Bullock and Rushton were missionaries who had completed their missions to England and were assigned to supervise and provide leadership to the Saints aboard the Yorkshire. Elder Bullock later kept the journal for the company of the Saints that John and Ann were with as they later crossed the plains.[14] 

The time of their arrival was a jubilant time for the Saints in Nauvoo. The Prophet Joseph Smith was enjoying a brief respite from being constantly harassed and his life-blood sought by those who had falsely charged him with all types of lawlessness. He had been cleared from all charges by the courts. Five days prior to the landing of the Amaranth, the Prophet performed the first temple endowments in this dispensation. 

At 5 p.m. on Friday May 26, Hyrum, with the Prophet, Brigham Young, Heber C. Kimball, Willard Richards, Judge John Adams, Bishop Newell K. Whitney and William Law met in the room of Joseph’s store. The prophet gave them their endowments, and some instructions in the priesthood, and on the new and everlasting covenant.[15] 

John and Ann must have enjoyed the loving fellowship with other saints, heard stories of earlier history of the Church, shared testimonies and remembrances of events regarding the tragic mob violence against it in Palmyra, Kirtland and Missouri. Surely, they listened to their revered Prophet bear testimony of the restored gospel in the shady groves where conferences were conducted on the banks of the mighty Mississippi River. No doubt their lives were likewise touched by the ceremonies of the Nauvoo Legion as it paraded in all its finery of uniform and beautiful horses with the Prophet General Joseph, himself, directing military exercises. 

John Gailey and Ann Graves were married civilly on 27 Jun 1843 inNauvoo Hancock County,Illinoisby Elder William Jenkins, twenty seven days after their arrival. It is interesting that the anniversary of their first year of marriage would have been celebrated on the day of the martyrdom of the Prophet and his brother Hyrum. 

Both John and Ann sought patriarchal blessings from one of the Lord’s anointed, soon after their marriage. They received those blessings through Patriarch John Smith, uncle to the Prophet Joseph Smith: 

A blessing by John Smith, Patriarch, upon the head of John Gailey, son of William and Eleanor, born November 19, 1814[16] in Herfordshire, England.

John by authority vested in me to bless the fatherless and in the name of Jesus of Nazareth, I lay my hands upon thy head and place upon thee a patriarchal or father’s blessing, even all the days of the new and everlasting covenant. Thou art called to be a standing minister in the Church of Jesus Christ. Never the less ‘tis thy business to travel and preach as much as seemeth [thee possible?]. Thou shalt be blessed at home and abroad in thy labors on the land and on the sea. Thou shalt be an instrument in bringing many into the church and establishing them in the land of Joseph where they can be at peace while the scourges are sweeping the earth, thou shalt have an inheritance in the land of Joseph with his sons and daughters. Thou shalt be blessed with numerous posterity that shall be called great among the saints and thy name shall be held in honorable remembrance through all their generations, although thou mayest see thousands fall on thy right and on thy left thou shalt be unhurt, therefor suffer not your faith to fail when trouble cometh upon thee and thou shalt be delivered at all times, and stand on the earth with the Savior in the last days and enjoy all the blessings of his kingdom. This is thy blessing which shall not fail even so- Amen.[17] 

John lived a life devoted to his Father in Heaven and indeed as this history so testifies, he is held in honorable remembrance in this generation of his descendants.


[1] History of John Gailey (most of which was taken from his own diary) Author unknown.

[2] Guide to Mormon Diaries and Autobiographies Index BYU Family History Library. p 116

[3]Donell G. Hansen’s family history collection   pp. 7-8

[4] John Gailey’s Journal. Copy in the possession of David S. Gailey

[5] Probably, John was relating that he had now received the Melchizedek Priesthood and was an Elder.

[6]   The first ward in Kaysville was formed in the home of a Brother Phillips. This is probably the same individual.

[7] John Gailey’s Journal. Copy in the possession of David S. Gailey

[8] The life and History of John Spiers, obtained by Ferrell S. Gailey from Revere and Lawana Chambers

who were serving the Church in the Nauvoo Extraction Mission

[9] Ibid

[10] Brief history of the life of John Gailey written later in life. Copy in the possession of David S. Gailey

[11] From a discussion between David S. Gailey and Ruth Buckmiller Hewlett, descendant of Ann Graves. 1997.

[12] The Life and Posterity of Alma Platte, by George Spillsbury [Autobiography], In Brown, Viva Skousen, comp. privately printed, 1983, LDS Church Library

[13] Joseph Smith Journal, LDS Church Library

[14] Joseph Smith’s Journal History Jan. 29 1843 CR 100/137 #5

[15] Hyrum Smith Patriarch p. 292 by- Pearson H. Corbett

[16] The year of John’s birth is listed both as occurring in 1813 and 1814.

[17] John Gailey’s first blessing. Copy in the procession of David S. Gailey

Harper, William Ivey
William Ivey was a Miller and a farmer. The mill and amybe the farm had come down from his parents, Warren Harper and Edith Ann Herring. His son Grisson said his father received a blow to the head which caused him to have dementia. He said when his siter Hilda was a small child, his dad would take her down into the well and put her feet into the water. Some asked him why he did that and he said to make the water sweeter. I guess he thought his daughter was a sweet little girl. He finally had to be institutionalized around the 17 Feb 1912 in Dorthea Dix Hospital in Raleigh North Carolina.
Death: Death information for William Ivey is from his tombstone and death certificate. He died in the State Hospital at Raleigh North Carolina where he had been a patient for 10 years, 10 months, 11 days. Attending Pysician was Dr. Albert Anderson. William Ivey died of Exhaustion from senila dementia. He was age 68 years, 10 months 5 days. H.J. Brun was the undertaker. William Ivey was buried 2 Jan 1923 in the Warren Harper Family Cemetery located in Alberton, Duplin County, North Carolina near what is now known as 187 Guy Sanderson Road.

Harper, William Walter

I remember Papa by Lavina Harper

Harper, William Walter - personal history

Hirshmann, Wilma

I remember Lettie by Lavina Harper

Kunz, John

John Kunz III History - History of Bern Ward, Bear Lake Idaho (pdf document)
Compiled by Kate Buhler

Kunz, John and William J,

JOHN and WILLIAM J. KUNZ

Switzerland has made many notable gifts of her intelligent sons skilled in technical knowledge of value, to the building up of the grand civilization which has commenced in even the wildest parts of the Rocky Mountain section of the Great West, and to the yet undeveloped portions of Idaho. To Bingham county she has sent John and William J. Kunz, the subjects of this review, skilled dairymen and practical cheese and butter manufacturers, who are located on Lane’s Creek, less than three miles east of Williamsburg, their present post office address, to perform an excellent part in the work of assisting in the development of the dairy department of the great cattle industry, which has already attained a high degree of importance in this section of Idaho.

William J. Kunz descends from a long line of people who for many generations have been noted for their adherence to cheese and butter making in Switzerland, and was born in Canton Bern, Switzerland, a son of John and Magdalena Straubhaar Kunz, on March 14th, 1865, the father, who was born in 1844, having been thoroughly and scientifically educated in the best methods of building managing and conducting cheese and butter factories. In 1873 he severed the ties binding him to his native land, coming to Bear Lake County, Idaho, where he engaged in dairying, also constructing a factory and for thirty years continued in this business, securing good financial results and giving to his son William J., not only the theoretical knowledge of the processes of manufacture, but also confiding to him the experience gained in his long years of activity in this work.

The Bear Lake factory was prosperously conducted until 1889, when owing to changed conditions, the factory was abandoned, and a new one constructed on Lane’s Creek, retaining the ownership of the Bear Lake county property, however, and acquiring a valuable ranch at the new home. During his American residence the father has passed two years in mission work in Switzerland and Germany and one year in service at Logan temple. The father of John Kunz, also John Kunz, emigrated from Switzerland to America in 1870, coming directly to Bear Lake County, Idaho, where was his permanent home until his death in 1890, at the age of sixty seven years. He married Rosanna Knute who attained more than the Psalmist’s allowance of three score and ten years, dying in 1894, the mother of ten children both herself and husband being consistent members of the Mormon Church.

John Kunz of this review married with Miss Magdalena Straubhaar, a daughter of Peter and Johanna (Eggen) Straubhaar, farmers of Switzerland, where Peter passed his entire life. His widow came to the United States in 1873 and the remaining years of her life were passed in the Bear Lake Valley, where she died at an advanced age. Mrs. Magdalena Kunz was the mother of five children, of whom William J. was the eldest, and her death occurred in 1874, at the age of thirty seven years.

William J. Kunz accompanied his father’s family on the long journey from Bern, Switzerland, to Bear Lake County, Idaho, when he was eight years of age, and remained with the paternal household until he was twenty-three years of age, under the competent instruction and tutelage of his father, acquiring skill in the making of all dairy products thereafter marrying and locating near Ovid, in 1892 moving the family home to Lane’s Creek, in Bingham County, and establishing the dairy and cheese making business as before stated. He is a keen energetic and capable man of affairs, heartily in accord with the Republican party, by whose vote he was elected constable during his residence at Ovid, being the first person to hold that office in that precinct, while in the Mormon church he holds the office of elder.

Both father and son are highly prized citizens, from their active usefulness, industry and moral integrity acquiring and retaining the universal esteem of the community. William J. Kunz and Miss Anna Schmid were married on May 5th, 1887, she being a native of Switzerland and coming to America three years before her parents, Carl and Anna Landert, in 1888, they locating first at Paris and ultimately on Slug Creek in Bannock County, this state where they are engaged in ranching. Mr. W. J. and Mrs. Anna S. Kunz have a family of seven children: Benjamin W., Mabel M., Sylvia M., Sophia O., Anna E., Myrtle, and Willard R.

PROGRESSIVE MEN OF BANNOCK BEAR LAKE BINGHAM FREMONT AND ONEIDA COUNTIES IDAHO – A. W. Bowen

Pp 283-284

Lewis, William and Ann Gailey

WILLIAM LEWIS

02 Nov 1740-?

and

ANN GAILEY

31 Jul 1743-23 Apr 1786

William was born in Marden and Ann in the neighboring parish of Bodenham it the county of Herfordshire, England. William was a laborer by occupation as was Ann’s father, Thomas Gailey.

On 4 Apr 1763, when Ann was 20 years of age, she gave birth to a son who was fathered  by William. The child was given the name of William Lewis Gailey there was no marriage. The baby was given Ann’s surname and was given the middle name, Lewis. One year later, on 09 Jan 1764, Ann gave birth to a second son also fathered by William Lewis. He was given the name John Lewis Gailey.  Marlin Galley is a descendant through the bloodline of William Lewis Gailey.

No reference was found regarding other relationships between Ann Gailey and William Lewis, but the fact that she gave her sons the middle name, Lewis, suggests that she was fond of William and would have chosen to marry him had she the choice. William Lewis later married Elizabeth Chrissul in Marden, Herfordshire on 17 May 1768. It seems very likely that Ann had hoped to marry William, and that she waited until after he married another before she married. Two years later on 05 Feb 1770, Ann married John Preese, in Marden. No record was found of children born to William and Elizabeth, but one son and five daughters were born to Ann Gailey and John Preese.

They were:

ANN                           09 May 1771

MARY                        10 Jan 1773

SARAH                      26 Feb 1775

JOHN                          17 Mar 1778

ELIZABETH              19 Sep 1779

CATHERINE             20 Aug 1781

 

Ann Gailey and John Preese were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple on 09 Mar 1949. William Lewis Galley and John Lewis Gailey were sealed to them on 05 Dec 1973 in the Provo Utah Temple.  The six Preese children were sealed to them on varying dates and in other temples.

Had the relationship between William Lewis and Ann Gailey been formalized in marriage, our surname would have been Lewis rather than Gailey.

Pearce, William

Craven Co. Heritage  Bk p. 307

Mulberry Island in Virginia was on the North side of the James River some ten miles below Jamestown. The island embraces about ten square miles of land.  The name Mulberry island was in use as early as 1610, being so named before it was settled.  It was just off Mulberry Island in June 1610 that Gates encountered Lord Dela Warr with supplies and rinforced for the Colony.  It is thought the Island was settled about 1617 or 1618.  In 1619 Captain William Pearce patented 650 acres in this quarter.  Pierce had been here since 1610.  pierce built the first house in Virginia in Jamestown in 1617, but by march 1622 he had built another house and established residence on Bermuda Hundred and even though he planted on Mulberry Island, it is doubtful he ever lived there.

Pope, Vivian Harper

I remember Vivian by Lavina Harper

Rowberry, Charlotte Clark
Note: This biography was submitted by L. R. Wrathall and was written by his aunt, Ellen R. Hinckly, a daughter of Charlotte. It was published in several editions of the Clark News.
As I record these memories, the two charlottes, Mother and my sister, are so interwoven that I can’t seem to separate them.  There I find that I keep creeping in, but I shall ask you to forget me.  I shall intrude as little as possible.

Mother was the baby of the Clark family, Uncle John, Aunt Elize Murdoc, Aunt Ellen Bryan, Uncle Tom, Aunt Hannah Parkinson, Grandfather and Grandmother Clark were converted to the Gospel by WIlford Woodruff.  They belonged to the band of United Brethren.  The whole organization was converted.  After the Clarks reached the Latter Day Saints in Nauvoo two little girls were born to them, Aunt Mary Ann and Charlotte, my mother.

As I remember Mother she was of medium height and she weighed about 130 pounds, an clear olive complexion, irregular features.  She had beautiful black wavy hair (she said when she was a girl it would curl in ringlets and little curls all over her head).  She would brush it's shining length and as a child I loved to run under her falling waves.  The perfume of her hair and it's softness thrilled me.  Mother’s crowning beauty was her large brown eyes.  They would shine and dance with pleasure - and dim over with pity.  They expressed such earnest kindness.  When I gazed into their depth I felt a quiet strength coming from her soul, that seemed to say, I have suffered mch and I have conquered much, and if need be I can conquer more.  Mother’s charm came from a radiant personality which like a delicate violin expressed every shade and tone of a tender, sensitive heart.  Smiles eemed to play constantly around her mouth and eyes. Her warm understanding and sympathy responded to every need of the human heart.  No one left her without feeling and uplift in his soul.  “The best part of a good man’s life are the kind unremembered acts” and so it was with Mother. 

Mother found herself a widow at thirty eight years of age, with five small children to support (Thomas, Charlotte, Ellen, Agnes and Sarah) She was young to face the world alone.  She had no particular skill or training to make a living, but she gathered her little flock in her protecting arms and faced the world.  Mother did have beautiful, efficient hands which she turned to account in many ways.  In our home there were many hardships.  Our house always seemed cold.  Often the water would freeze in the wash basin in the daytime.  Now as I look back Mother must have had a terrible struggle to get fuel.  Shoes were another problem.  She sometimes asked us not to jump the rope because skipping was so hard on shoes, but she might just as well have requested the birds not to fly as to try to keep Charlotte from jumping the rope.  No feat of skill with the rope was too difficult for her.

As a girl Charlotte was rather small.  Mother said he had small bones, but she had a plump well built body, very pretty legs and small feet.  How proud she was of her foot and tiny ankle.  They were always trim and well cared for.  She had a wealth of hair, it was thick and it reached almost to her knees, and it was of a rich chestnut color.  Her eyes were starry bright and she was so extremely shy.  When she and I were sent on an errand Charlotte would say she would go if I would ask or give the message.  I was the spokesman and we did errands for the entire neighborhood.  We never carried a note and never received a penny in pay.  I was larger for my age than was Charlotte and as Mother dressed us alike, strangers often mistook us for twins.  Charlotte never failed to see the funny side of everything, and was ever ready to play a joke on someone, often I was the goat.  Sometimes she could tease by making jingles about me, and they were rather clever, but usually there was no ripple in our joy as played together.

One of my earliest recollections is being in a lane on a beautiful spring morning, and a ditch ran north of this lane and it's bank was aglow with dandelions. There were a number of children there.  I wore crochet shoes; Charlotte held my hand, how tenderly she guided me over the rough places.  There was a strange wonder over everything yet how secure I felt with Charlotte, that feeling never left me.

Another early memory; Mother placed me in and Indian Squaw’s basket.  The Indian immediately started out carrying me.  Charlotte followed her around the house, and she cried as if her heart would break.  Mother told us, when we were older, that the squaw had asked her to put me in the basket to see what Charlotte would do.

Charlotte loved Mother’s babies very intensely.  When Agnes was a baby and Mother was in bed, cousins Maria and Mary Ann called to see Mother.  They brought some candy and as usual they wanted to buy the baby with the candy.  I sold the baby, but Charlotte would have nothing to do with the candy.  I sold the baby, but Charlotte would have nothing to do with the candy.  She kept saying to Mother, “Tell them to go home and mind their own babies.”  I enjoyed the candy with a feeling that Charlotte would not let them take the baby.

I suppose all small children have a feeling of security with their mothers.  When a very small tot I wandered away and before long I was 1st in some tall sagebrush.  I was filled with a strange fear and awe.  Suddenly Mother appeared, then a sudden rapture and a feeling of safety came over me as Mother took me by the hand and led me back.  It seemed to us children that Mother was never frightened; she never let us know that she was afraid.  We always felt safe with her.

Although Mother was very busy, we were well cared for.  At the close of a hot summer day our tired bodies and our burning feet knew the comforts of the evening bath.  As we nestled between the sheets, Mother would say, “Little children must be clean and sweet when they go to bed so that the angels may kiss them while they are sleeping.  

With the opening of school in the autumn Mothers work multiplied.  The early morning often found her, with needle and thread, bending over some clothing that she was making over or mending for us to wear.  Night after night our clothes were washed so as to be fresh and clean for the next day.  Mother never complained if our clothes were soiled or torn, but she quickly proceeded to repair them.

One of the first shocks that Charlotte and I received was the word that came to Grantsville from Tooele that our father was very ill.  Charlotte took me to a lonely spot in the garden, where we knelt in prayer and how earnestly we pleaded that father would get better.  Charlotte was sure that he would get well, but he did not recover.  The prayer gave us comfort at the time.  Soon after my father passed away, we went to Tooele for the funeral service.  How close the mountains appeared to be.  We stayed at Sister DeLaMares and had our first experience sleeping upstairs.  In the stillness of the night, it seemed that we could touch the mountain and even reach to the heavens and grasp the stars.  Father had a large family.  Almost all of the older members were making such a fuss (crying and fainting) but mother was so very quiet.  I recall that when Eva, the baby, died, Mother shed no tears.  She always had perfect control over herself.

Father’s last visit to our home as Mother told it:  Grandmother never liked father, she might have been jealous.  Father was not feeling at all well, yet Mother and Father had a lovely visit.  They discussed Father’s finances, he had lost a greater part of his property and he had a large family to support.  He spoke but without bitterness, of some of the brethren of the Stake who would not let him have any job that would bring in an income but he could have any job that was hard work and no pay.  Then they talked about the children and how they were to be educated.  There were no free schools then; the Methodist Churches were conducting the schools.  Father said the schools were a temptation, but Mother replied that she would never send her children there.  Father was pleased and said the Methodists were trying to undermine the faith of the Latter Day Saint’s children.  He expressed his appreciation of Mother’s unselfishness and also praised her for the way she handled her children.  He told her that his own hope for children loyal to the Church was hers.  Father was very affectionate and he expressed his love.  When he came to our home we children would rush to him for kisses and how we loved to perch ourselves on his knee.

Going back to that last visit, father had told Mother how blessed he had been in her love.  Now her sympathy and understanding had sustained him.  He said, What a blessing she was, and what a comfort she had always been.  He appreciated her faith and courage. Than they walked slowly to the gate, father embraced Mother and kissed her goodbye; he turned and looked at her and came back the second time to repeat the goodbye; and then he came back the third time and gave her such an strange penetrating look and he embraced and kissed her as if he would never let her go.  But this time he added, “God bless and protect you, Charlotte.”  Mother’s voice would falter and her bright eyes dim as she told us of this goodbye’ she always added, “Your father knew he would never see me again.”

One of Mother’s outstanding characteristics was her remarkable faith.  The Gospel to her was a real vital power.  She never had a doubt; to her a happy here-after was sure; she would be reunited with her loved ones; and she would progress with them.  Faith pervaded our home, we children were sent to primary and to Sunday School.  As soon as we came home from primary Mother would ask. “Did they put you on the program for the next meeting?” It seemed they always did, Mother would help us get our parts.  She would often say “You must do what they ask you, never say no.”  Religion was a practical part of Mother’s daily living.  She sought divine guidance constantly; we children were taught to revere the Church officials, never talk against them.  I remember President Taylor was coming to Grantsville one Sunday evening to speak.  Mother dresses us in our best explaining in reverent tones that we were going to hear the President of the Church speak and he was the prophet of the Lord.  When we came home we discussed his looks, his large eyes, and his sermon.  Then Mother told us of President Taylor in Carthage jail with the Prophet Joseph Smith and his terrible experience there.  This evening was so impressive that I am never happy when Church officials are criticised in my hearing.  When things were going bad with us Mother would say “when one door closes another opens,” and it seemed that such was the case.  Mother was promised in a blessing that she would be told in dreams of things to come.  This promise was fulfilled.  She dreamed what to do for Charlotte; when a baby she nearly died of whooping cough.  She also dreamed that I had diphtheria (at that time this disease was almost certain in death), and she saw what she must do to save me.  Who am I to question, even if I have never experienced anything like it. 

Mother said she went to bed one night with a heavy heart, she was greatly worried. How was she going to get the winter’s coal and where was she going to get shoes?  It seemed that a man came into her room; he stood looking at her then he pointed his finger at her and said, “Blessed is he who puts not his trust in the arm of flesh, but puts his reliance in the strength of the Lord.”  Mother said she turned over, went to sleep feeling sure that things would come out right.  Mother said this experience greatly comforted her.  One late afternoon Sister Hammond, the Relief Society President, came into our home; she kept quizzing Mother about her financial condition; Mother would say she was getting along fine.  SIster Hammond kept on talking on various subjects, finally she demanded to know how Mother’s food supply was.  Mother broke at last and confessed that she had very little in the house to eat; her last bit of flour was gone, and that she had no money to buy more.  In spite of this Mother protested the help that came that evening.  Sister Hammond said she had been impressed all day to come to see Mother; she said she was almost told to take help to Charlotte.  How grateful Mother was, yet she insisted upon doing some work to help to pay for the food.  But I am sure that evening a thankful prayer went to our Heavenly Father for his blessings.

As a child I never knew that we were poor, mother never complained.  Instead of saying we can’t afford it, or that we were too poor to buy the things we often wanted; she would say “We’ll see after a while how things come out.”  I appreciate the heritage this gave us more than I can say.  I grew up holding my head as high as the next one- proud of my name and proud of my folks.  There was no inferiority complex in our home.

I spoke of Charlotte jumping the rope, well in a way she was quite an athlete; she could skate and skim over the ice as swift as the wind.  There wasn’t a tall tree in the neighborhood that she hadn’t perched herself in it's topmost branches.  On foot she was fast, winning many races, but the two sports in which she excelled were hopscotch and jacks.  I think she was never beaten in playing jacks, and her hopscotch was nearly a tradition at school.  Another of her feats was to walk around the block on the picket fences and not to put her foot on the ground.  When the old adobe school house was being built and the builders were ready to start putting on the roof, she climbed to the top of the walls and began to walk around on them. 

Terrorized people came running from all directions to get her down.  She was absolutely fearless and would dare anything.  Another skill was her jumping, she would jump from high places as well as make her broad jumps, she would almost fly over broad deep ditches.  South of our home on the new school block the land was owned by the Clark estate.  On their land there was a huge high stack of hay and hear by was a stable; she would jump from the stack and land on the stable; the stable was quite a distance away.  Once she coaxed and enticed me to try it, finally I did but I did not make it.  I was deathly sick after the fall, I have never forgotten how tenderly Charlotte cared for me until I felt better.  We never spoke of this adventure to Mother.

Our chicken coups were rather high and they had a decided slant.  One day Charlotte had been gathering the eggs, and she carried them in her apron.  Next she climbed on top of one of the coops and as usual she was coaxing me to climb up and she would show me how very easy it was to walk forward and backward.  But alas, she walked too far backward, it was really too difficult to unscramble her from the eggs.

While visiting at Aunt Mary Ann's one Sunday, true to form she climbed on one of the sheds and as she was running along she dropped through into some fresh manure.  She was due for a cleaning, Rachel laughingly said, as she took Charlotte into the house, washer clothes, and did her up right.

I suppose all children look forward to Christmas, but few enter more into the spirit of the day than we did. Mother would tell us stories of the Christ Child as well as other types of Christmas stories; the imaginations had full sway.  I am glad we had commercial Santas then.  For weeks we would try to be good and never quarrel so as to please Santa Clause; then on Christmas Eve we would go to be so early, but before retiring we had the thrilling experience of hanging up our stockings.  Our great happiness came in the early dawn of the morning as we huddled in our nightgowns by the dim lighted fire.  We would take each article from it's wrapping, our surprise and joy as each treasure came to light knew no bounds.  Mother always contrived to have some kind of surprise for us.  Upon looking back at those Christmases, our presents were meager, but our contentment was complete.  We anxiously looked forward to a new Christmas book and were never disappointed.  Sometimes our dolls and a few of our toys would disappear a month or two before Christmas strings to say our dolls would present themselves on Christmas morning all bedecked in new clothes, and they would often bring strange messages.  Sarah sucked her thumb, consequently an sugar-tit or a pig-tail was to be found in the toe of her stocking.  In those days the popular candy was hard-tack and the old fashioned stick-candy. This candy was shipped to the store in a good sized box.  Mr. Robinson, the store manager, would send Mother the supposedly empty box, but he would leave quite a bit of candy in the box.  Mother was so grateful, she would often tell us of his kindness.

Once in a while the town would have a community Christmas tree and a Santa Claus.  On one of these occasions Grandmother took Charlotte and me to the program; Mother had prepared us not to expect anything; she told us that Santa would bring our things home, that there would be nothing on the tree for us.  We were satisfied, but there were two beautiful wax dolls on the tree, one for Charlotte and one for me.  Were we thrilled and happy?  On our way home Grandmother told us that she bought the dolls and had dressed them.  Grandmother had a lot of pride, she would not let us go without a gift in the public.  I am certain my mother knew nothing about the doll.

Mother was a real home-maker; she always made home interesting and exciting.  She used to delight our hearts by her singing, how we would beg for a song.  We never tired of hearing the ballad of “The Mistletoe to Bow’, “Darling Nellie Gray”, “Butter Cheese and All”, and many others.  She knew scores of songs.  I don’t know how her voice rated, but to us it was sweet.  As children she taught us games such as checkers and simple card games.  She was always working up surprises for us.  When Charlotte and I were tiny little girls our dolls disappeared, we searched in vain for them.  ON Easter morning when I opened my eyes, there on the toilet table by the bed stood our dolls, arrayed in new bonnets, coats, and dressed, carrying a basket of colored eggs.  With one hilarious cry I sparing out of bed calling to Charlotte.  We rushed to Mother for an explanation.  She said she supposed the dolls had been to fairyland to get the eggs for East.  I never doubted it for a moment..

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She had a keen sense of humor and was always ready for a good joke.  I shall write just a few samples of them.  She had an old clock which she could make strike as many times as she wished.   When our boy friends stayed too long at night, or later than she approved of, she started the clock in the kitchen.  After it struck thirty or forty times the boys would bid us a hasty good night.  On April Fool’s Day Mother was ready with her jokes.  Sometimes she would prick and egg shell getting the yolk and white out, then she would fill the shell with batter.  She cooked these and served them to Thomas who was very fond of eggs.

When Ira and Sarah were courting they would sit up rather late, sometimes Mother would hide alarm clocks in strange places about the room, these clocks would go off at intervals. One night Mother got up and began rattling the stove.  Ira started to beat it; Mother called to Sarah to tell Ira that breakfast would soon be ready.

I had a craze for reading novels.  At one time when I had some very exciting reading, I would go to the choke-cherry grove early in the morning and read for hours without even cleaning up.  One day Charlotte came to the grove and told me there was some company in the home from the city.  She very obligingly brought me the wash basin, the comb, and a clean dress.  I made a hasty toilet and with my best society smile I entered the living room.  There sat Mother with the funniest little bonnet perched on the top of her head.  Agnes was all dolled up sitting in a rocking chair.  Mother as serious as an owl gave a dignified little nod and said “How do you do.”  You could have bought me with a burnt out match.  The lesson went home.

She would make funny comments about some of the hymns that were sung.  She told us of going home from the morning conference meeting, when they came back for the afternoon meeting the first song the choir sang was, “O what trials and tribulations have we passed through since last we met.”

Thomas had a lot of hair soft and very thick.  One day when Charlotte was using the curling tongs, Thomas suggested that she curl his hair.  This she did, making a mass of tiny, tight curls.  Thomas looked in despair at these curls.  He asked me what he should do about them; I said brush them out thoroughly.  His head looked as large as a tub much to the delight of his companions who called him B. H. Roberts.

When a girl I was drawing a map for one of my classes at school and was coloring it with colored pencils.  Thomas kept taking them and he would try to color my face, he didn’t make much headway because the pencils were hard.  Finally I got him in a corner (he was very ticklish) and was trying to mark his face, he laughed and laughed. Mother passed me quietly and put some soft bright colored chalk into my hand.  I made his face every color imaginable.  Mother passed me again, took the chalk and put it away.  With difficulty I persuaded Thomas to look into the mirror, he was thunder-struck and shocked beyond anything.  He went to the hammock and told Charlotte he would give her a half dollar if she would tell him how he got that color on his face.  Charlotte replied that he should know for wasn’t he there with his face at the time.  Months afterward we told him, he should have known that Mother was in on it.

One afternoon Sarah came home from the store.  She brought two boxes of chocolates, she gave us one and put the other one in her trunk.  I said Ira is coming tonight, so I took the box of chocolates and tipped the candy in a paper bag.  Mother took a long time helping me select round pieces of coal to put in the paper cups.  We carefully sealed up the box.  Ern and I won.  I won’t give Ern or Ellen any, she opened the box and passed it to everyone but Ern and me.  No one said a word until she put a piece in her own mouth and bit down on it, then the laugh went up.  I brought out the bag of candy saying I have some candy but I won’t give Sarah any.  It seemed that Mother was in on all of our jokes.

Two little girls, Charlotte and me, playing under some locust trees.  The air is heavy with the perfume of the white blossoms; bees are humming and buzzing and a number of canary birds are singing.  Our hats are trimmed with the blossoms (my hat was a calendar turned up-side-down with flowers in the holes).  Mother had read in the paper of some children who were poisoned from eating locust blossoms.  We wondered whether or not to eat some of the blossoms to see what it would do to us.  We did eat a few.

Charlotte although fearless when climbing, etc was very shy of people and she was afraid of the dark.  She and I slept together; she was afraid to sleep on the outside of the bed.  Mother would say, “Ellen is a brave girl, she will sleep on the outside.” Although a little shaky I would take the outside.

One type of play that afforded us much pleasure was our paper children.  We cut them from fashion magazines and we would arrange them in families.  There was one shortage and that was me, but being Mormons we played that the men were on missions; sometimes we would baptize these paper dolls.  One of our favorite diversions was the concerts we held.  We arranged our paper families in rows and then we would recite and sing for them; many a fine story we read for their benefit.  Charlotte would do the reading, she was an excellent reader.

Then again Charlotte was very skilled with her needle, we would spend much time sewing for our real dolls.  Often Charlotte would make me a very particular dress, coat, or hood for my doll, then I was so thrilled that I would talk her almost to death.

Charlotte had a strange habit when small, she would bury her toys.  Mother told of two lovely dolls that were never rescued from their last resting place.  Once she persuaded me to let her bury some of our choice paper children for the winter; we marked the place carefully, but the next spring we dug in vain trying to find them.  Years later we knew what happened to them.

Grandfather Clark’s family came to Utah in 1852 and were sent out to help settle Tooele Valley, they made their home in Grantsville.  We were held breathless as Mother told of her early experiences.  COming from Nauvoo she walked the plains, or at least the greater part of the way.  She told of trying to get out of the wagon while it was traveling along but she fell and one of the heavy wheels ran over her chest.  It seemed to her that someone lifted the weight of the wheel from her body and that she was drawn from under the wagon before the back wheel ran over her.  Mother believed that some unseen power protected her.  Then she would tell of her life in the old fort and of her narrow escape from the Indians.

There was an uprising of the Indians and it looked as if the settlers of the fort would be massacred.  Some of the men, among them William D. Lee went out to meet these Indians.  William Lee was given the gift of tongues, he talked to the Indians in their own language and the Indians were won over and the tragedy averted.  Brother Lee never lost this gift, the Indians always considered him their friend.

Life with Mother assumed two distinct phases or periods, one as little children the other the teenage and up.  During the first period her tender devotion to us brings a catch in my throat.  If she went to a party she would slip away to see how we were making it at home.  At the old folks' society, in the course of the evening, she would come home two or three times, often bringing us cake or candy.  The second period we took the responsibility of making the living. This relieved her of a great burden.

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Smith, George Stephen Journal compiled by Wanda Smith Wood

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Table of Contents
Remarks. . . . . . . . . . . .3, 4
Pedigree Chart . . . . .  5
Picture Pedigree Chart . 6
The Journal Begins . . . . .7
Research . . . . . . . . . . . . . 46
Unedited Journals and Diaries . 53
Memories of Hazel. . . . . . . . . .  . 97
Hazel’s mother, Elizabeth Boss . 113
Missionary Journal . . . . . . . . . . . .123
Picture of bridge over the Frazier River mentioned in the journal . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 159
Map of British Columbia . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . 160
George and Hazel’s Patriarchal Blessings . 161
George’s Birth and Marriage Certificates . 166
George’s Grandfather, Stephen Smith . . . .167

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Remarks

As one of George Stephen Smith's grandchildren, as you look at the pedigree
chart you will notice he had 25, I want to impress on any who reads this that it is not
complete. It has all the information I was able to research. I'm sure there is more that
any grandchild or great grandchild could find. I was driven at times to get this completed. I don't consider myself a historian but I was very interested in the events that Grandpa, George Stephen Smith, so magically put together in words that are unique to him.

I was told that changing the spelling would ruin the story. Since most of the words were written in George's hand writing there were times I could not under stand what he meant. After many hours of pouring over his written pages I started to understand how he thought. I left his journal and diaries in his actual spelling and sentences. I tried to clear anything up if I knew the story.

My most clear memory of Grandpa was his mission and going to his missionary
farewell. We stayed at Ray and Margaret's with our Smith cousins. I remember wearing
large curlers so my hair would be straight. I know I didnít sleep very well. My next clear
memory was when he took my mother, Neva, Aunt Lavina, Wendell and myself to North
Carolina to be with her dying father. For some reason my father couldnít take us so
Grandpa did. It was a great sacrifice on his part. I remember one incident while we
were there that still keeps me chuckling to myself. My mother was deathly afraid of
snakes. In my other Grandpaís house he had wadded up rags under the doors so the
cold air wouldnít get in. At night when the lights were so dim Neva thought she saw a
snake. When Grandpa George went to get the snakes they were just rags. We all got a
good laugh from the experience.

I know this book isn't perfect by any means, but it tells the story of both Grandpa
and Grandma Smith. I wish there was more about Grandma. Maybe one of their other
grandchildren can add to this story. Iím grateful for the things I found that gave me a
sense of who Grandpa was, even if it were only a few pages. Grandpa George and
Grandma Hazel were amazing individuals that we should all be proud of.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did. Compiling it was not an easy task. I spent at least two years figuring out how to make this a book as true as the material I found. My only editing came when I wasn't sure what the written pages were saying. I felt at time I was guided to say what I couldn't read. Thank you Grandpa Smith for being a great example to your posterity.

Wanda Sue Smith Wood
June 2005

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Epilogue

George's mother, Charlotte Rachel Anderson, should have a book written about her. I
thought about putting it in this book but it would be over 200 pages. Her grandfather, Thomas Henry Clark has a book coming out soon.

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I was born April 27, 1896 in the little town of
Grantsville, containing about 1200 people, in Tooele county; nestled beneath the shadows of the great Stansberry (Stansbury) Mountains, the birthplace, the
playground of my youth. I lived in the north east end of the town, in the outskirts of the village, having access to the open spaces. I cherish all of these memories of the past, and want to leave some of
them here.

My brother, Henry, just younger than I, died at about 18 months old. My brother Frank, two years older, died at the age of 48.

My mother tailored most of my clothing. She
was an excellent seamstress. She made all of the clothes for the family.

"Years wrinkle skin, but to give up enthusiasm recalls the soul."

This fits my mother to a ìTî, here she is, 84-years-old on February 28, 1952, and she still
has most (of her) old enthusiasm and pep.

I remember my aunt Esther, my dear motherís sister, and I love them all. She clerked at the old co-op store, and on my birthday, my sixth birthday, she gave me a white shirt, tie, and a pair of shoes. Was I proud, not only for my aunt, but of those shoes they were the prettiest shoes on the earth.

Like most of the other boys in the town, I couldn't wait for school to be out, so I
could go outdoors, and herd cows in the summer. It was hard work, and I loved it, always looking forward to the hardest jobs. My mother was that type of a woman, she worked hard all of her life, and she was very determined in whatever she did. I had the worries that school children have, but my mother always was there to comfort me.

I give praise to my Aunt Tillie Johnson. She was a very profound and praiseworthy
character. She loved to take care of us young children, and help us to learn dancing, and
other things applying to the stage. She was outstanding in the community where she lived, and was known by us, and others knew her as a theatrical genius. She worked in show
business, and helped get people to realize the importance of culture, and the arts, in the
entertainment field. A beautiful woman! We as children loved to be under her support in
performances. She drilled many children in different dances. One time, I was in a dance
called, "The Cakewalk" and four of us dressed up as Negro children and danced and sang.
We were in great demand after the first performance. We were on the stage for two weeks dancing at every show. The house would be packed every night, and many would throw nickels and dimes , and sometimes even quarters on the stage. Of course, we would stop in the middle of the danced to pick them up. The crowd would shout, and stamp their feet, and throw more money at us. What a time of rejoicing. After the great show, people came upon the stage, and picked us up to hug and kiss us. But, as we grew older, I guess I grew homelier, and everybody seemed to lose their affections. My Aunt Tillie died early in life, leaving a large family, and the wonderful townspeople mourned for a long time at her
passing.
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"Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on a hill cannot be hidden.
Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify
your father which is in heaven."

The old rock cellar still stands in the same old place, doing the same old job, but not
the same job it did when my grandparents were living in the old home. They stored milk
and butter, and honey along with other things in this cellar. My cousin Stanley Johnson and I were left with each other one Sunday afternoon, while the rest of the family were in church. We really made good use of the time when we were alone. We got into the cellar somehow, and found some old paint brushes. So that gave us an idea. We got to work and mixed our paint, consisting of milk with butter and honey to make it thicker. We painted everything we could see and reach. Stanley wore curls, and when mother found us, we were painted from head to foot. My mother put us in a big wooden tub of water, then cut Stan's hair with the paint still on it. She sent it to Aunt Tillie, Stan's mother, who didn't speak to mother for weeks. But in spite of it all, my mother laughed about it, and still laughs when she thinks about it.

I once had a narrow escape when I was learning to ride a ìgentleî horse. The first
time I rode alone, I tried to get the horse to gallop. As it sped up, I fell underneath, and the horse stepped on my face. It mashed my nose, and blackened up my eye. I could hear
them say, as they picked me up, to take me to a doctor, "He's OK." My mother, dear old
soul, said it in her calm way.

With that, I opened my swollen eyes, and smiled, and said, "I wasnít hurt." Then my mother told me afterwards, "Oh, your tears were streaming down your cheeks, but
as long as you were crying you werenít very dead."

As the years went by, I became engrossed in school, the worries of lessons, the
love of taking part in plays, cantatas, parties, and the love affairs. The last mentioned
were with my school class chums. I guess I was the only one of the class that wasnít
unkind to the girls. Yes, I was a tease, but thatís not unkind. I still stop to wonder what
became of my school friends. Most of the boys have passed on. Others, like myself,
havenít lived there for sometime. The girls, most of them to my knowledge, did marry
home town boys, some moving away and some staying. There are those that have more
or less grandchildren than I have.

My love affairs during my school days werenít any different than the rest of the boys
and they teased me. At times I thought they were so serious. I prayed about them. Olive
was slim of form, one of those freckled nose, long braided hair, tied with a ribbon that held
the hair on top of her head, type of girls. We were in ìloveî. To me, she was the only one
in school. We traded Christmas gifts, Valentines, and birthday presents. I took her to parties, dances, horseback riding, canyon parties, basketball games, buggy riding, drew
love letters in the sand, sang love songs, but all to no avail. She grew up out of my life
entirely. I was sad, because she got older than me somehow, and while I respected her as
a school chum, Iím sure glad that she married early.
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In my older school days, I became skillful in wearing out my overalls, and knuckles
on my right hand playing marbles. I still delight in showing my grandchildren how to play the game. I did have my share of the take, and sometimes more, but I got into more trouble at home than any of my brothers, for I would forget to come home after school to do my share of the chores.

I received counsel from other's experiences and guarded against the mistakes of
others. But with all of this, I still make mistakes, some of them rough ones, and to
overcome them took a lot of hard work, and prayerful heart counseling from my parents. I
overcame a lot of them, and gaining the experiences that tend to make people strangers in the correct way of thinking. It is a common experience in history that when a man's physical world begins to crumble, he looks for refuge in the realm of those spiritual and intangible things that he had ignored before or neglected. So with these few spots in mind, I leave my school days for a while and start the first really ventures in my teenage life.

I was forced to leave school early one spring on February 15,1911. The morning
was overcast with storm clouds, and the roads were icy and muddy. I had to gather a few belongings, and tied them in a sack to my saddles pommel. I kissed my mother goodbye, and remembered all the good and kindness, love and understanding, she had given me. I, not knowing how much anxiety in heart aches I had already caused, got into the saddle, and with a small tear in my eyes, with the forced, turned up smiled, I got on my way, heading south over the Johnson Pass. I pushed my horse hard that day, and the way was rough. My destination was Skull Valley, and it was a distance of about 40 miles. I stopped first at the Servierís ranch that night, and had supper. They gave me a bed to sleep in, and as soon as I could get up, I was on my way again. These kind people put up a lunch
for me. My horse was slowed down considerable, because of the sleet and rain. I had to ride another 50 miles from the Servierís ranch to the north end of Dugway, to where my father was with the sheep. The way was dark and a hard ride. The wind and sleet, rain and snow beat down all day. My vision was limited, and the roads and trails were covered. The wind blew so hard, and the rain and snow fell to fast, and I was knocked from my horse. I finally arrived at a place called Simpson Springs, which was the halfway point. I fed and watered my horse, then ate by myself. I left the Springs, and had to go northwest. From there I traveled south, because I had returned (strayed) from my course, letting my horse have its head.

I was lost, cold, and further south from where I shouldíve been. My matches were
wet, and I wasnít any dryer. Darkness was creeping upon me, and where I was only God
knew. The encircling oppressions and the gloom of being lost crept upon me, and the
fearful experiences that can come to any boy, that terrifying fear, this is where the greatest
test comes to the most common of us all. The test came to me. I was more afraid than I
had ever been. I had been taught faith and prayers all my life, and now the time was here
for me to test my spiritual faith, and conquer evil and fear within me. I prayed, even my
horse hung itís head, not trying to find food as I prayed.

The storm was over, then, I discovered the loveliness of the sunset, in all its glory,
as one raises the eyes up hard at the close of day. Have you ever been in between the
last few moments of day, light, and dark, with a tired horse and yourself cold and hungry?
In all fourteen years my life, I had never had experience where I only had a few seconds tomake my decision. The collected pleasures of every day life, faced quickly, you become
old in your youth, in spite of, or perhaps because of, this split second decision. Many of us lose confidence in prayer because we do not realize the answer God gave us. God gives us difficulties which make us strong. We pray for wisdom in good health, and God sends us problems. The solution of which, develops wisdom, and strength. We plead for
prosperity, and God gives us brains and brawn to work. We plead for courage and God gives us dangers to overcome. We ask for favors and God gives us opportunities.

As I got off my knees, and swung into the saddle, the horse turned northeast, and
galloped off. I gave it its reign, but who had told it where to go? Who had made the
decision? About midnight I arrived back to Simpson Springs, half frozen. I managed to get off my horse, and Sam Neff just rode up to the Springs. He managed to put me to bed and take care of my horse. Early the next morning, I went to find the north end of Dugway Mountain. This time I had someone to show me the way. Sam Neff and I rode 25 miles west, then our trails divided. Sam went south, and I turned north. Without any trouble, I arrived at camp at 3:30 in the afternoon. My father was very happy to see me, and the horse was happy to rest.
It was here that I began a new life, cooking, tending camp, and helping with the
sheep. I wanted to learn while I had dad to help me. I asked him to help me learn to cook. Most of the cooking I could handle,
"the art of frying mutton", said my dad, "was more than just putting it into the pan. You had to know just how to cut it, and how deep the fat should be in the bottom of the pan. Once a week, you have to clean the fry pan good. Then you put back some of the old grease to start your meat again. The 6th day will always be the best tasting mutton."

Now, as for cooking fine old sourdough, to begin, you mix some flour, water, and a
spoonful of sugar. Stir well, but let it stand until sour, mix more flour with water until it is a thin paste like mixture, enough to have a good mixing, and then let it set until it starts to raise halfway up in your pan. Pour it out into your baking pan and be sure to leave enough for a start, mix with fork until it is like dough, and mold into biscuits. Put them into another pan, and on the fire, about 350 degrees even heat, until they are brown on the top. Take them out and try to eat them. If they are not good, start all over again. Donít give up and you will become an expert. By then you will have retired from herding. Dad didnít relish my first few months of baking, but he never complained. Of course I could get away with a lot being that I was his son. I made him laugh a lot, though it wasnít very pleasant for me. The four months I was with him, I experienced the elements of camp life. Dust storms, wind, rain, snow, mud, and sunshine, the latter I most enjoyed and saw the least. It seemed I had a time keeping my directions at night. Often I would tell my father he was wrong, but he would convince me, I was wrong, then when the sun came up the next morning, I could tell I was the one that had been wrong.

So the next few months that past, there were camp duties to perform: cooking; melting snow for both the horses and the camp where and when ever needed; fire wood to get into camp; feed to find for horses and sheep; looking after the 5 thousand sheep or more; keeping the sheep together;

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finishing chores; finding and counting the lost sheep; and mysteries of the desert to
explore; wind, rain, and sorrow to battle; roads to find; supplies to go after; miles of travel every day; dogs to take care of, as this is very important; feet to keep from getting sore; and horses to shoe. One million things to do and not a dull moment. All an experience in a new field. But I love that great desert for it gave a feeling of self-reliance, and responsibility to endure and achieve, and accomplish the purpose of life. Itís the hardships to make, and be friends to those strangers we meet. To be honest and helpful to our fellow men. It brings out the best and destroys the worst. This was a turning point in my life. I loved the great outdoors, the animals I had for companions. The animals were dumb, but when your life is taken up with them, they teach you lessons never to be learned without experience. That old saying, "You can lead a horse to water, but you can't get him to drink",  didn't work with sheep. Sheep almost always would go to the opposite way you wanted, as displayed by the time a ewe and her lamb became separated from the herd, and I was sent to get and bring them back. She ran up the steep side of a mountain, and try as I might, I couldnít get her to go back down. If anything, she was going further up the side of the hill. I tried several ways to outsmart her, but failed. I sat down for a few minutes and thought things over. I then decided to ask the Lord what to do. I said out loud, "Lord, I have done everything I could think of but swearing and cussing, now what am I going to do?"

At that very moment, I got an idea. I picked up a rock, and tossed it down the hill. It
rolled behind the ewe and its lamb, and they both raced down the hill. I realized it was the
Lords inspiration. He had answered so quickly, I hadnít even thought that throwing the rock was his idea, until I saw the lamb running.

One time, I was following some lost sheep, and was rapidly becoming discouraged.
I had lost their trail, so I sat down on a rock, and prayed out loud that the Lord would give
me a little help. As I sat there, a dog started coming toward me. It was a strange dog, and
I stood up and he came up to me. I patted his head, and made friends with him. He had
welts all over his body, so I took him into camp to get something to eat. He followed me the rest of the day. About 4 oíclock that afternoon, I missed him, so I thought he was just a bum. I ate, and started out to look for the lost sheep, confident the Lord would answer my prayer.

As I stood on a knoll, overlooking the small valley, I saw a flock of sheep coming in
my direction. I stood there, until they got a little closer, here and there, a few sheep
started to stray, and a dog was at their heels, keeping them in the herd. As they got
closer, I recognize the dog. It was the same one I had lost before, and again I realized that the Lord had answered my prayer. I was amazed, and so was my father when I told the
story. We kept the dog for some time.
I had to see that all the dogs got plenty to eat, for the dog means the difference
between easy or hard work, life or death from wild animals, and they are the pal for a
lonesome sheepherder.

(A few papers were found in a journal that George kept. This is some of his writing that
happened about the same time as the previous stories.)
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It was a long and dreary day. Snow had fallen in most parts, in higher latitudes and rain in the valley. Along the foothills vegetation was plentiful, for the herds of sheep scattered out to feed. A rider on a bay horse with a rain coat spread over him like a pup tent in a cap of scouts, protecting him from the storms, and cold days watching like a sentinel over the vast range land, that spread before him. How could he ever forget that God was good and kind to provide for his sheep. A prayer went up from the heart to him who made life, for the good thing in life and for the family who had thoughts of being kind and loving in times of trial and tribulations, as he looked far at the towering peaks, he saw a star with its self out, and he thought of Christ at his
birth, how wonderful the bright star lead many people to his birth place, many gifts were given to show love and honor unto him. He then remembered the story of how he gave to the people, great joy to his teachings, love one another, to this day he has been able to live by example. This great desert
isnít a place for drones, for the weaken that try for existence, and he looks across that immense vastness. The thought could there be that God has a place to live there why does people say only fools would live there? No churches no schools, why all this waste lands?

As this man works everyday as a shepherd, it seems to him the desert is God's cathedral and it is clean, grand and good, even the summer field rest and have time to think and repeat, no one can be locked outside, even the west winds acts as a choir, as the coolness blows passed your cheeks, and the sound of the rustling sage beneath you feet sound as though the organ was playing for that throne of people in the distant mountain where the throne of beauty rare, the only place for God to be is there, a place of learning of life's daily lessons, this sweet and everyone deals fair with those who lave and die have found blessing there and as he looks into that red glowing ambers of sun set, he discovered in all its glory - one raise his eyes upward at the close of day and thanks God for all beauties of life and generous gifts. Some of these are, lovelier than the understanding look a gentle
smile of a friend, a hand clasp with out words, a prayer breathed silently in. I thank the Father for these rare beauties of life for Christ gave his life that we may live.

The dark clouds were gathering fast as supper was ready. My father came and said, "We are out some sheep." We are short at least one wether. I knew that this could be from one to one hundred. Some where out on that vast waste lands, where every day nature and wild animals fight for
existence. High upon the mountains side I could hear the bleating of a lamb. I
asked my Father if I could go and look for the lost ones. He said in one half hour it will be dark and hard to find your way. I insisted I should go to the bleating of that lamb. I know that wild animals would takes its life, so I took
the lantern and started out. The horses were to far to even think of riding one. The road ways was good, but as I climbed higher, it grew dim and the clouds grew thicker. The west wind began to get stronger. I buttoned my rain coat tighter. Rain started and began to beat against my face, like rain beating
on a window pain. The way became rougher and darker. No sound, only the rain and wind tried to make me turn back. My lantern was blown out by the strong wind, the blackness of the night, was so dense, I had to feel my way carefully along the ruff cliffs, of the soaked earth. I wondered what way was I
going. But I remembered the west wind, so I must be going the same directions. My heart beat fast, as I climbed higher and higher, my nerves was on edge. When at my very side a bark of a coyote, tingled every fiber of my
being. I remembered the song "Dear to the Heart of the Shepherd", it gave me courage. Then I remembered the prayer my mother used to say." Bless us that we may have courage to face trouble, with faith and in humility, to over come the advisary and difficulties, that press us in our life's journey's." Then I remembered one passage of scripture that I learned at mutual, "Be
thou humble and the Lord God shall take the by the hand and give thee answers to thy prayers." 

Would God answer a boy of 13? I was doubtful at first, but as I grew tired and had very little success, I decided the only way I could possibly find the lost sheep was to humble myself to prayer. I finally got the courage to kneel, then I asked God to help me find the lost sheep. I arose from my feet, the wind had stopped to a breeze. The rain had subsided and I called and my voice sounded as an echo. I listened for the bleating of the lamb. But no sound. I traveled a short distance called again, then far in the distance I could hear the bleating. That was thrilling to my hears, I had found the lost
sheep. I enjoyed my four months with my father. The hard work, keeping busy, was my
greatest desire so I would go out into the flats and ride into the mountains for a look
around, scouting for feed. I would spot the good food, and then father would drive the
sheep to the feed where we would camp for a few days, taking care of the horses, fed them
oats, melting snow for them in the winter. Sometimes I would have to travel long way to
find a snowdrift, but after I watered the horses, I would pack snow in the saddlebags on the pack horses, and then bring them back to camp for our own use. Sometimes the water would be very dirty, and I would strain it through my dad's filthy shirts. Sometimes we would have to dip water out of holes in the wagon tracks, or gullies where we found bugs, the flavor of rabbit dung, sheep remains, and many other wild flavors that go with the desert.

The clouds that bring fresh life giving moisture, and life taking floods,
in winds that cool, and refresh, or slash and destroy, the heat that makes the
earth bloom, or sears it, the cold that gives it rest or shrivels tender sprouts.
We cannot stop the wind, the rain, or the cold, yet it effects the lives of all of
us.

I returned that spring in April. The days that followed were quiet, except for a few parties, most of which were Sunday school parties and school parties. I still went to school, and they had what they called a class day, each class matched for strength and power. There was a consolidation of the three upper grades 8, 9, and 10, into a high school at the time I was there, and by the good graces of the school board, I was permitted to enter the
9th grade. So that spring, the day afore mentioned, I was matched with a boy 4 years older than myself in a wrestling match. I had worked hard all of my life, so I had developed early in my youth, and liking sports of all kinds I used to participate in all the major games of the day. I was used to wrestling with my oldest brother and he was there to witness the challenger, the name of whom I will omit. My brother had warned the challenger of my strength, telling him that he himself had bowed down to my power and strength, and he was pounds heavier. A great crowd gathered around and we took our positions. I was schooled in the art of wrestling, and the other boys had been, to some degree. But my strength and endurance won the match. The crowd booed the loser, and of course he challenged me to a fistfight. I answered him quietly no, but in another wrestling match, I was booed. My golden pal Grant came to my rescue. He challenged the loser, but the battle was never fought. The bell rang and the whole affair was closed out of my life. Soon I left with the sheep on the south mountain for Judge, a Grantsville man who had hired me. I worked there for one month.

Mr. Judge had a dog, an excellent dog, who did everything I told him. I worked with
him for several weeks, and grew attached. His fame grew throughout the countryside and a
man called Bob Brown came to me and claimed the dog was his. He said he was going to take him. The dog had been with me enough to become attached to me. He was standing by my side when Bob came toward him. To my surprise, the hair on the dogís back came up over him like a grizzly bear, and he gave a lunge for Bob. If it wasnít for the long tail on the dog, I might have a law suite on my hands. I kept the dog, and when Mr. Judge came to where I was staying, I told him the story. He was glad that I had kept the dog, for he had paid $50.00 for him.  I left that job and went to the Brown ranch in Skull Valley about 35 miles west of Grantsville. I worked for them all summer then in the fall I went to school. However, the summer seemed very hot, and one day about 3:00 I was out on a hay wagon when an electric storm came up. I had just about loaded the wagon with alfalfa to bring into the stack, when the lightning struck. It was so close it lifted me off my feet. The horses started to run, and I managed to stop the horses before they tipped over the load. An Indian who had been on top of the hay threw the forks away in case the load tipped. Just then another bolt of lightning came and completely destroyed one of the pitch forks. A close call from the great beyond.

The winter months passed without very much excitement until I got a wire from Dad dated Feb. 25, 1912. It read something like this, "Sheep dying, need help. Kelton, Utah."
The next day I was on my way to help my Father.

It had been a hard winter and the snow had crusted and was so deep that we
couldnít get enough feed. It was crusted, but still soft enough to let the weight of the sheep go through the crust, and get stuck in the snow.

The weather had broken some when I got there but it was still cold. The man my
father worked for was Will Howard. A nice man, he met me at Kelton which is about 75
miles west of Brigham City. I threw my suitcase into the commissary or light wagon and went to work that afternoon. Mr. Howard just got through unloading sheep pelts, about 300 of them, and we loaded a ton of corn to take back with us. The road was rough and I mean rough. We arrived late that night to camp. Father was happy to see me, and knowing somewhat of camp life, he gave me very little instructions. It had been a long day and so I had a very good sleep. It was a little crowded in my bed with all the visitors, but I slept well because I was in the middle.
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George Stephen Smith compiled by Wanda Smith Wood

Smith, Joseph Theron

Journal April 1991 (pdf document)

The History of Joseph Theron Smith as written by him (pdf document)

Smith, Neva Harper "I Remember Neva" by Lavina Harper

I remember Neva by Lavina Harper

Smith, Stephen

Stephen Smith HIstory
by Nellie Orr (pdf document)

History of Stephen Smith
written by Theron Smith in 1991

Introduction

My interest in writing a short story about great grandfather Stephen Smith developed while I was deeply involved with finding out whether his temple ordinances had been done.  Although I found the ordinances were completed, to my amazement I discovered that only a few sketchy pages about Stephen’s life were ever written.

A preliminary search of my father’s (George Stephen Smith) records revealed the following information – one page written by Rachel Adnerson Smith and about two pages written by Nellie Smith Orr.  The only record of his church activities mentioned was joining the Mormon Church in England after listening to the missionaries when he stopped in Logan on his way to Wyoming and had his family sealed in the Logan Temple.

After my personal visit to Cowling, Keighley, Yorkshire, England, I had the good fortune of meeting with a cousin, Jack Smith, who was kind enough to transport me around.  As we visited some of the scenes where Stephen lived early in life, the urge to write a history grew even stronger within my bosom.

After finally locating additional information about the life of Stephen Smith and his family, I wish to share it with his offspring.

My Visit to Beautiful Yorkshire

A personal glimpse of Cowling, Keighly, Yorkshire, England from a hill-top advantage point above the rolling green hills I saw typical small farms divided with miles of stone walls. My mind’s eye also viewed this spectacular scene, focusing on several small farms that could have been one where my Great Grandfather Stephen Smith lived.
 
Riding with my English cousin Jack Smith from Steeton, Keighley, Yorkshire, England only added to my excitement as he made inquiry at one of the farmhouses if anyone would know which farm John and Elizabeth lived on when Stephen was born. He came back to the car and pointed toward an old broken-down cabin and said “that’s the place”. The feelings I had deep within my bosom is hard to describe in words. Jack drove me into Steeton to the site where Stephen once lived in a modest home. The home was torn down years ago and I managed to get a picture of the site and surrounding buildings. We also drove to the old “bobbin mill” where Stephan began working at an early age. The once-pride of Steeton is now only a memory but a picture I got shows the building is still standing, with all those memories of a busy place for my ancestors to help eke out a living for their families.
 
Beautiful Yorkshire, England
 
Stephen Smith was born in Cowling, Yorkshire, England the 25th of August, 1847. He was the son of John and Elizabeth Smith. His Mother’s last name has not been properly verified but we are certain her first name was Elizabeth. Cowling is a beautiful small – typical English Yorkshire village, built at the base of green rolling hills, dotted with small the farms divided by miles of stone walls (neatly stacked on top of each other without any mortar to hold them together). Stephen must have enjoyed living in this small, quiet village where he had oodles of space to play with his sister Mary Ann and brothers Thomas and William. Jack Smith, a grandson of Thomas, Stephen’s brother, pointed out that the broken-down shack where Stephen was born is still visible from a country road about a mile away. If only we could dig into the shack’s history and verify detailed events that happened when Stephen and his family lived there. Housing conditions were reported to be very poor in this part of England in 1847. Families were forced to “grin and bear it” during both the extreme hot and cold weather conditions. England is on the same parallel as Alaska and usually experiences similar cold weather conditions each year.
 
Stephen’s talents were developed early in life. He was the oldest child in the family and at an early age began working in the “bobbin mill” in Steeton, a small town only a few miles from Cowling. It is not known for sure when his musical talents developed, but he played several instruments and had a beautiful singing voice.
 
After Stephen met and married Martha Ann Lund on the 26th of December 1866, in Keighley, Yorkshire, England, they moved to Steeton and lived in a home not far from the bobbin mill. The home has since been razed and a recent picture shows only the empty space where Stephen and Martha’s modest home once provided them a place to live with their growing family.
 
A recent picture of the “bobbin mill” also shows signs of great deterioration but must have been a great “learning place” for Stephen. The 1871 Census indicated Stephen was a “worsted weaver”, a position he reached through hard work and self-motivation, even though life in the mills was very hard on even the most trusted workers.
 
The marriage certificate indicates Stephen and Martha could only make an x for their signatures, usually revealing their inability to read or write. But some Family History writers claim a certain stamp was used for signing such documents and that many persons knew how to read and write. We believe both Stephen and Martha Ann learned how to read and write. Our search for any property Stephen may have owned in Cowling or Steeton did not provide us with any definite proof. Also we have been unable to find any wills for Stephen or his father, John.
 
Five children were born to Stephen and Martha Ann while in England: Joseph William, John Edward, Thomas Henry, Clyde Arthur (& baby Smith) who were twins but died at childbirth. While working hard to provide for his family, Stephen met with the missionaries and joined the “Mormon” Church. They were baptized members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on 9 Oct 1881. He managed to scrape up enough money to buy passage on the SS Wisconsin 11 April 1885 and came alone to America until he could send for his family in April of 1885. Martha Ann, Joseph William, John Edward, and Thomas Henry came obtained passage and sailed on the SS Nevada from England to the United States on October 24th, 1885 (same ship as Anthony H. Lund, a prominent figure).
 
GRANTSVILLE, UTAH
Stephen and his family settled in Grantsville, Tooele County, Utah, a little town West of the Great Salt Lake. Living in this small town at first was a humbling experience for Stephen and his family. In England they had lived in some very populated villages, all within walking distance of each other. Grantsville was a very small, isolated town about 30 miles from Salt Lake City.
 
At first they lived in a log hut located on North Main Street owned by a Mr. Wrathall. Some reports indicate his daughter Beatrice was born here while other records show she was born in a house he built on the West side of town. The home was later razed and Frank Hammond built a new home and sold it to Alvin Sample who moved to California.
 
Despite Stephen and his family having to suffer a few hardships, he managed to purchase some ground on the West side of town and built a home. Beatrice (Martha Ann) was reported to have been born here on the 21 July 1888 about a year after the house was built (however verification has yet to be established). Soon after Beatrice was born, Stephen received an job offer from a Mr. Burton in Star Valley, Wyoming to work on his farm. He bundled up his family and started on the long journey, managing to stop in Logan long enough to be sealed to his family in the temple on 11 September 1889. Stephen at that time, gave his mother’s name as Elizabeth Bannister. But the marriage certificate received from England shows her as Elizabeth Myrrl. (My cousin, Jack Smith, from Steeton, England believes William Bannister might have married a Myral before he married Elizabeth).
 
Stephen was probably appointed manager of Mr. Burton’s farm. He not only looked after the huge herd of cattle, but was in charge of the entire farm operation. The family lived in an apartment behind the store owned by Mr. Burton. The reason for leaving this job and moving back to Grantsville has never been recorded anywhere.
 
Stephen moved into a small adobe house located on Main Street owned by John Brown. This house along with others along Main Street have now been razed and a new shopping mall has been constructed over the sites. Soon after moving back to Grantsville, Stephen was offered a job as Superintendent of a grist and flour mill located in Milton, Utah, a very small community East of Grantsville. He made several trips a week into Grantsville, in a wagon drawn by a team of horses, to deliver flour to the coop stores – then on the return trip picked up grain at the old tithing barn. The mill was recently restored under the direction of Jack Smith, a great grandson of Stephen. Pres. Ezra Taft Benson and his Father ran the mill and asked that it be restored, along with the little house where Stephen and his family once lived. Brigham Young once owned the mill, also.
 
Jack never knew that our Great Grandfather Stephen ran the mill but we are still looking for evidence. Jack was also not aware that the family lived in the little adobe house near the mill. It was the scene of many family gatherings. Martha Ann was gifted with music abilities and played the organ and concertina. Although she was under 5 feet tall, slender with brown hair and blue eyes, she was an excellent mother and wife. Her expertise as a knitter showed up in her living room where there was a beautifully woven rag carpet on the floor, crisply curtained windows, a reed organ plus some plush settees with chairs to match, a small low rocking chair, Martha Ann’s favorite. An old-fashion center table with a fancy oil lamp hanging directly above it could be found in the room. Many family pictures and of friends were found everywhere and keepsakes of England were also found in various spots.
 
We aren’t sure that the kitchen stove, so clean you could see your reflection in it, is the same one Grandma Rachel Smith had in her kitchen, but we can see a possibility. Grandma Rachel must have been trained by Martha Ann to keep the “cooking stove” so clean during her lifetime. Stephen suffered a heart attack on one of these trips into Grantsville and passed away before a Doctor could be summoned in Jan of 1895. I found his tombstone in the Grantsville cemetery and took a picture of it – both he and Martha Ann are buried side by side.
 
According to our Aunt Nellie Orr, after Stephen’s death, his two sons Thomas and Jack, along with a close friend Fred Miller, operated the grist mill. Later Martha Ann moved her family into Salt Lake City where she ran a rooming house while the boys found work at the railroad yards.
Smith, George Stephen Mission Journal
Smith, George Stephen Partial Journal

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This Diary is one mom gave me to record when I was 14 years of age when I asked for a diary for my birthday. She didn’t want to see wasted space so I “inherited” this diary after my sister, Wanda, wrote a bit in it a bit as well. The title page contains the following:

This Book was give to me Dec.25, 1934 by my son, Ray. This Book will be a treasure for which I shall hold more dear until I have passed on. I hope it will not be destroyed. G.S.S.

He records: Jan. 1 through Feb. 17 (wish it were longer) February 1,1935 confirms that his “work” was delivering laundry/cleaning each day.

(Shirley Rae Smith Olson)