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 Richard Sedgwick 1849-1935 and Mary Emma Hall 1844-1916
 Rosie May Sedgwick 1871-1923

 DANIEL HALL

Daniel Hall was born September 11, 1819 in Bury, Lancashire, England. He was the son of Samuel and Alice Brown Hall. On October 13, 1840 Daniel married the lovely Mary Barlow in Radcliffe, Lancashire, England. Mary was the daughter of James and Priscilla Nuttall Barlow. Daniel and Mary had several children.
Daniel and his family were introduced to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. They eventually joined the Church and decided to emigrate from England to Utah. After crossing the Atlantic, they stopped in New York for a while before proceeding on to Utah. While they were in New York, they met another young British LDS immigrant named Richard Sedgwick. Richard became a close friend of the Hall family. He eventually fell in love with and married Daniel's daughter Mary Emma Hall.
After some time, Daniel and his family were able to move on to Utah. They eventually settled in Bountiful, which is just a little north of Salt Lake City.
Daniel loved his new land. He applied for, and eventually received, United States citizenship.
When Richard and Mary Emma Sedgwick arrived in Utah, they settled next to Daniel Hall's family. Mary Emma had given birth to six children while they were in New York. She had two more children after they arrived in Utah.
On January 13, 1899, Daniel lost his sweetheart Mary to the sleep called death. Mary was buried in Bountiful Cemetery. Daniel died May 3, 1900 and was buried next to his wife.

 RICHARD SEDGWICK LIFE STORY

Richard Sedgwick was born 12 May 1848 at Barnsley, Yorkshire, England.  He was converted to Mormonism when 15 years of age; but because of his age could not be baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints without his parent’s consent.  When he decided to emigrate to America, he was baptized a member on April 5, 1866 in the River Tees, near Middlesborough, Yorkshire, England, by Elder John Scott.
     In August 1862 he went to work for Mr. Thomas Carter, a picture-frame maker, and afterwards was bound apprentice to him.
     In the spring of 1866, he, with his close friend, Robert Aveson, decided to leave home and emigrate to America.  He had saved enough money to take him to New York where he expected to stay a while and then go on to Salt Lake City.  They made arrangements to sail on the “American Congress,” sending their money to secure a berth.  They were notified that the “American Congress” would sail from London on the 23rd of May 1866.  This gave them ten day’s notice.  A group of Saints were sailing from Sunderland by steamer to London on the morning of May 19th. They decided to go with them as it was cheaper than by rail.  The evening of Friday, May 18th, after telling his parents and employer that he wanted to go to Hartlepool, he took a box which contained a bed quilt, some books and other things; crossed the River Tees, where he met Robert; and took the train from Port Clarence to Sunderland, arriving there about 7:30 p.m.  They secured lodging for the night which cost them four pence (about 8 cents) apiece. The next morning they boarded the steamer, “General Havelock”, and sailed about 8 o’clock for London. Richard became acquainted with many of the Saints on the boat, and had a very pleasant trip, arriving in London the following day (20th) about 2:30 p.m.  The following morning they were told that the Saints would not be permitted to sail until the next boat. This caused Richard and Robert to worry because they did not have the means to stay two or three weeks there until the next boat started, and because they were afraid they might be sent for and taken back to their homes.  However, President Linford went to Liverpool to see Bro. Brigham Young, Jr.; and returned the following day (22nd) with word that it would be alright for the Saints to sail on this boat.
     That evening the ship was towed down the river to Shadwell Basin from where it was to sail the next morning.  About 7 o’clock a meeting of the Saints was held on deck.  Quite a crowd of spectators were watching from the shore.  Among them was a man who stared intently at Richard and Robert.  Early the next morning (23rd) Robert went ashore for a supply of water.  He returned and was on deck with Richard when Mr. Carter and another man, a detective who had seen them the night before at the meeting appeared with a summons for them absconding their apprenticeships.  So after bidding a sad goodbye to the Saints and getting their tickets they were hurried with their box to the Thames Police Office.  They were given a breakfast and after dinner were taken to Islington to Brigham Young, Jr.’s office where the detective and Mr. Carter tried to cash their tickets, but they were told that Brigham Young had gone to Liverpool, and if the two boys would send their tickets to George J. Linford at Sunderland, their money would be refunded. They returned to the police office where they were given supper and locked in a cell for the night.  The next morning they were handcuffed and sent back to Middlesborough with an officer from home.  That night Richard’s father brought him some supper to the cell where they were locked for the night.  He did not stay long but his love for his son was truly manifest.  Richard could not eat that night.  The next morning at their first trial the judge sentenced them to go back and work for their employers and the expenses were to be taken out of their wages.
     On Friday, June 1st, the following clipping appeared in the Middlesborough News:
 “Saturday --before W. Fallows, Esq.
     “OFF TO MORMONDOM.--At this court, two youths, named Richard Sedgwick and Robert Aveson, the former an apprentice with Mr. Carter of Gosford Street, and the latter with Mr. Gould of South Street, printer, were charged with absconding on the 18th ult.  The lads, in company with a young man who has joined the Mormons and succeeded in converting the lads to his views, went from Sunderland and from thence to London by steamer ‘Lady Havelock’, en route for Utah.  A warrant was sent after them, and they were apprehended in London and brought back to Middlesborough.--ordered to go back to their work, and the expenses to be deducted out of their wages.”
     On Sunday, June 17, 1866, the boys made another attempt to run away.  Having received word from Sunderland that their tickets had been received, they planned to take the steamer to Shields and from there probably to some part of Scotland.  Richard had about $5.50 and Robert had borrowed about $1.25.  Their steamer was to leave at 5 o’clock.  They were about to go on board when they saw a man whom they knew, (a printer) boarding a steamer for Stockton.  They dared not go aboard until the Stockton steamer left, for fear of being seen and reported.  After that steamer left, they were about to go aboard when Robert’s mother appeared and they were forced to return home again.
     The next day Richard helped Robert to get away on the train for Newcastle.  He loaned him twelve shillings.
     Richard went back to work and not until about a year later did he try to leave again.  The story is told in his own words:
     “I started from home on the 1st of July, 1867.  It was on a Monday morning, and on Mondays we used to commence work at 8 o’clock, while other mornings we began at 6.  I took the train for Stockton (four miles away), and on arriving there called at the house of a Brother Thomas Watson, clerk of the Middlesborough and Stockton Branch.  The box, which we had with us when we left our homes the year previous, was at Brother Watson’s house.  I told him I wanted it, as it was my intention to go to Liverpool and from there to New York.  Brother Watson was not in favor of my going away and advised me to return home, but my mind was bent on leaving for New York and then get to Utah as soon as possible.  He kept talking with me till I missed the train for Liverpool. This was unpleasant, as I was afraid Mr. Carter would send an officer after me.
     “Determined not to be baffled, I took my box, went to the station and waited for the next train, perhaps two hours, and arrived in Liverpool about 2 o’clock in the afternoon.  It so happened that a steamer had to leave for New York early next morning.  I went to 42 Islington, and got my passage money which I had paid to sail on the ‘American Congress’ the year previous.
     “Next morning I was up bright and early and went aboard the steamer.  The vessel sailed about half-past 9 o’clock, and it was well she started at that hour; for I learned afterwards, by letter from my father, that as soon as Carter missed me, he lost no time in trying to have me brought back again.  A detective was put on my track, who, fortunately for me, arrived at the Liverpool docks just a few hours too late.”
     Richard Sedgwick lived about 15 years in Brooklyn, N.Y., before moving to Utah.  He worked there as a painter and paper-hanger.  He was married on the 2nd of July 1868 to Mary Emma Hall.  Six of their eight children were born in Brooklyn.  They came to Utah on the train, arriving the 10th of November, 1882.  Richard and Mary Emma made their home in Bountiful where their other two children were born.  They remained in Bountiful the rest of their lives.
               Things I Remember About Grandfather
     He was a short, stout man with a pleasant face and full of love for his family, especially the girls.
     I remember very little about Grandmother.  She was tall and slender (or so she seemed to me when I was a little girl).  She wore black dresses with full skirts that swept the floor.  I remember her gooseberry pie.
     They lived in a two-story, white house on Moss’s Hill. The house faced east, but not to the street, which was on the south side of the house.
     Grandpa had a beautiful flower garden in front of the house, also a low well box with a heavy cover on the top.  My brother, Clarence, nearly drowned in it when he was little.  All the water for the house was carried from the well.  It was good, cold water.
     From the front door you entered a small hall.  To the right was a long, low-ceilinged kitchen, which had been added after the house was built.  Off the kitchen was a bedroom.  Straight ahead from the front hall were two steps up into a very large living room.  There was a closet off this room where there were toys we grandchildren could play with.  (I especially remember a little train.)  Near the far end of the room and to the right was a door onto a large screen porch where I remember Mother and Grandmother peeling apricots to bottle.  Close to this door was another door to the stairway leading to two bedrooms and a long hall upstairs. There was also a cellar under the house.  It could be entered from a trap door in the bedroom or from an outside door on the southwest end of the house.  West of the house was a coal house set in a square shaped dugout on a side hill.
     The house had orchards on two sides.  A driveway and creek with a bridge to Uncle Richard’s on the west.  On the south was a strawberry patch and more flowers.  It seemed like an enchanted place to me as a child, and I loved to visit there.
     I remember Grandpa visiting us at home and I remember he took me to visit my Uncle Richard’s family after they had moved to Layton.  We had to go on the Bamberger train and then walk a long way.  We stopped at a little candy store and Grandpa bought a sack of candy for my cousins and me.
     My husband and son, Merrill, and I lived in part of Grandpa’s house, when we returned from California, for one summer.
     Grandpa told me that when he first got to New York he had a job carrying sacks of coal up long flights of stairs to apartments.  He met Grandmother in Brooklyn when he had this job.
     In Utah he farmed and did painting and paper-hanging.  He told me how terrible he felt when some of this children died and when his granddaughters grew up and forgot him.
     I couldn’t go to Grandpa’s funeral because it was held while I was in the hospital when Gwenda Lu was born.  She was born the day he died. They told me Robert Aveson spoke at his funeral.
                                   Norma Taylor