Abraham Rose 1803-1884 / Catharine Nicholson 1806-1882
Alley Stephen Rose 1841-1914 / Alvira Evelette Smith 1846-1909
Jeremiah Smith 1796 - 1842 / Abigail Demont 1800-1883
Thomas Sasson Smith 1818-1890 / Polly Clark 1817-1872
William Fowler Clark 1787-1876 / Alma Downs 1790-1850
Diary entries of Alley Stephen Rose, Dec 1895 to Oct 1910, 73 pages. E-mail me for a copy of this file.
Abraham Rose 1803-1884
Alley Stephen Rose 1841-1914 and Alvira Evelette Smith 1846-1909
Charles Edwin Rose 1878-1911
Mary Evelette Rose 1903-1997
Thomas Sasson Smith and Polly Clark
William Fowler Clark
LIFE STORY OF ALLEY STEPHEN ROSE
Born 6 March 1841, Carthage, Athens Co., Ohio. Came to Nauvoo, Illinois with parents in Oct 1843. Left Nauvoo in April 1846 with parents. Remained in the Eastern part of Iowa one year. Arrived at Council Bluffs, July 1st 1847, Pottawattamie Co., Iowa. Was baptized at the age of 8 years and 10 months, Jan 1850 into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Baptized in Feb 1850 by Elisha Edwards, confirmed by Caleb Edwards. Worked on a farm until May 1853 when with my parents and 5 children started for Utah, crossing the Missouri River on 4 June 1853 and arrived in Salt Lake City, 17th Sept. 1853, and locating at Farmington, Davis Co., Utah.
Was ordained a Seventy in the 56th Quorum 13 Sep 1857, [16 years of age!] under the hands of Joseph Young and Albert T. Rockwood. A.T. Rockwood being mouth with Truman Leonard as Senior President, Albert Knapp, James Miller, John S. White, Russell G. Bornwell, Stanford Porter, Reuben Broadbent, James D. Wilcox as Presidents.
In the spring of 1858 moved south with my parents in the general move located at Payson, Utah Co., but soon returned to Farmington, being called by Bishop John W. Hess, who had been ordained Bishop in Mar 1855 by President Brigham Young to succeed Father Brownell, with 3 others, viz., Charles O. Card, Joseph Pratt and Lachonius Barnard to guard the property and burn the town if necessary to prevent it from falling into the hands of our enemies, Albert Sidney Johnston's Army.
In the spring of 1861 went to Calif. for my brother Orson who had gone out there for his health, but the climate did not agree with him, returned home the following Dec.
30 Apr 1862 enlisted in the government service in Captain Lot Smith's Independent Company of Cavalry and after an active campaign of 106 days was mustered out with the company 14 Aug 1862 in S.L.C., Utah.
Married by Bishop John W. Hess 12 Apr 1863 to Alvira Evalette Smith, 2nd dau. of Thomas Sasson Smith and Polly Clark Smith. She was born 16 Dec 1846 in Council Bluffs, Pottawattamie Co., Iowa and came to Utah to Farmington in 1848 with her parents. Was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints May 1855 by Daniel A. Miller and confirmed by James Leithhead.
On 9 Jan 1861 was called on a mission to labor in the S.S. Acted as Librarian until 11 Dec 1870. Was called by Supt. J.T. Smith to take charge of the Book of Mormon class. A class of 15 boys all born in Farmington present in the class. Myron Richards, Lorin Robinson, Joseph S. Clark, John Millard, Locy Rogers, Walter Grover, Hyrum S. Clark, Daniel G. Miller, George Richards, Jerediah Earl, E.O. Wilcox. Absent Henry Hess, Frank Miller, Wilford Clark, LeGrande Robinson. This class of boys all living today (10 Dec 1899), one patriarch, two are counselors to Presidents of stakes, one is county supt. of S.S., 5 are bishops, four are 1st counselors to Bishops, six are Supt. of S.S., two are merchants, 1 a professor in the B.Y. College at Logan. All active in the Church.
1869 Was set apart by President Truman Leonard, John S. White, James D. Wilcox, James Smith, as one of the presidents of the 56th Quorum of Seventies and at the death of President Leonard in 1897 became Senior President of the Quorum.
1873 was called to act as 1st Asst. Supt. to James J. Smith, he having been set apart by Bishop Hess as Supt. in place of Jacob Miller, who had been called on a mission to the Southern part of Utah.
1876 7 Oct was called by President Brigham Young to go on a mission to the State of New York with headquarters at Brooklyn. Labored in the state 8 months, was released to return home. Bought a farm of Bishop Henry Moon and moved onto it the 1st April. On the 5th Jan 1879 our S.S. was organized in the North of Farmington. Peter Duncan was set apart as Supt. and A.S. Rose as 1st Asst. Supt. Peter Duncan moved to Rhodes Valley, Summit Co. A.S. Rose was set apart as Supt. in his place and still holds that position 1 Jan 1900.
1905, Sun. May 7th Was ordained a high priest under the hands of Thomas Steed, Edward Clark, and Ezra F. Richards, Presidency of the Quorum. Thomas Steed being mouth.
Children of Alley Stephen Rose and Alvira Evalette Smith
1. Adeline Evalette, born 7 Dec 1863 in Farmington. Was baptized by John W. Hess, Bishop, Sep 1872. Confirmed by Thomas S. Smith. Was married to Oscar South Rice in Salt Lake Temple 26 Oct 1893 and moved to Hooper, Weber Co., Utah.
2. Leon Alley Rose, born 27 Aug 1865 in Farmington. Was baptized 8 Aug 1875 by Bishop John W. Hess, confirmed by Thomas S. Smith. Was married to Elvira A. Welling, 14 March 1889 in the Logan Temple and moved to Plymouth, Box Elder Co., Utah.
3. Ursel Stephen Rose, born 6 May 1867 in Farmington. Baptized 3 June 1877 by Oliver L. Robison, confirmed by Abraham Rose. Married Nellie Burns, 17 Feb 1897 in the Salt Lake Temple and moved to Garland, Box Elder Co., Utah.
4. Armond Thomas Rose, born 20 Oct 1869 in Farmington. Baptized 27 July 1879 by Aley Stephen Rose, confirmed by Michael Clark. Married Clara Sanders 1 June 1899 in Salt Lake Temple, moved to Garland, Box Elder Co., Utah.
5. Polly Ida Rose, born 9 Mar 1872 and died 4 April 1872.
6. Inez Evalette Rose, born 29 Mar 1873 in Farmington. Baptized 24 July 1881 by Jacob M. Secrist, confirmed by John Welling. Married J. Wilman Haws 3 Mar 1897 in Salt Lake Temple and moved to Elwood, Box Elder Co., Utah.
7. Thuressa Florence or Essa Rose, born 5 March 1876 in Farmington, Davis Co., Utah. Baptized 27 July 1884 by Truman Leonard, confirmed by Henry L. Hinman. Married Arthur J. Barber 8 March 1905 in Farmington by Bishop J.M. Secrist and moved to Garland, Box Elder Co., Utah.
8. Charles Edwin Rose, born 1 Sep 1878. Baptized 25 Aug 1889, confirmed by Ezra T. Clark. Married Cecilia May Larsen 8 Oct 1902 in Salt Lake Temple, moved to Thatcher, Idaho. Died 31 Dec 1911, Farmington, Davis, Utah.
9. Almy Genette Rose, born 21 March 1881 in Farmington. Baptized 25 Aug 1889 by Jonathan D. Wood, confirmed by Jacob Miller. Married Edward Samuel Rice 10 April 1901 by Bishop J.M. Secrist in Farmington and moved to Big Horn Co., Wyoming.
10. Henry Smith Rose, born 23 March 1883 in Farmington. Baptized 3 July 1892 by Jonathan D. Wood, confirmed by james R. Millard. Married Olive Maria Barlow.
11. Loretta Hellen Rose, born 26 Nov 1885 in Farmington. Baptized 30 June 1895 by J.D. Wood, confirmed by Edward B. Clark. Died 21 Dec 1895.
12. William Rose, stillborn 25 Oct 1888.
I REMEMBER GRANDMA
by Loretta Rice Child Rice
My grandmother, Alvira Evelette Smith, was born at Council Bluffs, Pottawattamie, Iowa, 16 Dec 1846, a daughter of Thomas Sasson and Polly Clark Smith. Her parents had endured the hardships common to the members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, having been driven from their home and stripped of most of their possessions.
While still a baby, Alvira, with her parents, two brothers, William Fowler, and Jeremiah, and a sister, Alma Jannett, made the long trek across the plains; arriving in the Salt Lake valley 21 Sep 1847. They settled in what was later known as Farmington, Davis Co., Utah, where Alvira was to live the rest of her life.
One more brother, Thomas Edwin, and two sisters Polly Estelle and Florence Adelia, were born after the family settled in Farmington.
Very little of the life of Alvira has been recorded, but through contacting relatives and friends who knew her, and recalling some of the things my mother, Alvira's oldest child, Adeline, related to me, I have gleaned a few facts which I feel should be written.
Alvira was a beautiful woman, refined and gentle, with a keen sense of humor. Her large velvety brown eyes were set wide apart, and her hair in her young womanhood was also a lovely brown with a natural curl. She went grey while quite young and in later years her silvery, white , wavy hair was a joy to brush and arrange. She loved having her grandchildren brush and comb it for her. Needless to say we loved doing it.
Alvira was a faithful Latter-day Saint; the Gospel for which her parents had given so much was precious to her and she endeavored to live up to its principles all her life. She taught her large family by precept as well as by example.
In her eighteenth year Alvira was married to Alley Stephen Rose, a son of Abraham and Catherine Nicholson Rose, pioneers who had also settled in Farmington. They were married 12 April 1863, in Farmington, Davis Co., Utah, by Bishop John W. Hess, later receiving their endowments and sealings in the Endowment House.
Twelve children were born to them; Adeline Estelle, Leon Alley, Ursel Stephen, Armond Thomas, Polly Ida, Inez Evelette, Thuressa Florence, Charles Edwin, Alma Jeanette, Henry Smith, Loretta Hellen, and William, stillborn.
Polly Ida died in infancy and Loretta Hellen died in her tenth year of injuries sustained in a fall. The other 9 sons and daughters grew to maturity and Alvira had the pleasure of seeing them married with families of their own. She loved each little grandchild that came, welcoming them as special gifts from heaven.
After the birth of her fifth child, Alvira was stricken with milk leg from which she never recovered, suffering greatly at times. Her oldest daughter, Adeline, though very small for her age, was required to assume much of the responsibilities in the home, cooking meals, washing the clothes, and caring for the home in this growing family.
Alvira's heart ached for her little girl and she did all she could to relieve her, often going with her knee on a chair which she pushed about the house.
Most of their clothing had to be made at home and by hand. Alvira would draft patterns, her daughter would cut out the material, then Alvira would do the sewing by hand. It was a happy day when they bought their first sewing machine.
Besides making the clothing for the family, all carpets were made from rags that had to be cut or torn, sewed together in strips, wound into balls, then woven into strips of carpet on a hand loom.
Quilt blocks must be pieced to make quilts for cold winter nights. Often the batts for the quilts were made from hand carded wool.
Pillows and feather beds were made from chicken, duck, and goose feathers. The choices of all would be live goose feathers, or down, which was plucked from the breast of the live geese at just the right time. This used to worry me -- did it hurt them? But I was assured the feathers came off easily as it was about shedding time.
It is easy to see that Alvira's hands were never idle except when spells of eczema flared up. Then she had to lay them on a pad, swollen and with water dripping from them, sometimes for weeks at a time.
Alvira and her husband loved music. Their fine organ was one of the first in Farmington. Other instruments were added later. As the children were all good singers, music and singing could be heard coming from their home almost every evening as the family, neighbors, and friends gathered about the organ. Her love for her children and her concern over their welfare is shown by some letters written to her daughter, Adeline, in very beautiful handwriting.
Alvira and Alley enjoyed visiting with their married sons and daughters, which meant a long drive in their buggy. When the roads were dry they drove one horse, a beautiful white one, as I recall, but when there was liable to be mud, a "tongue" was put on the buggy so that a team of horses could be used. Their oldest daughter, Adeline, and her husband, Oscar Rice, lived in Hopper, while several of their other children lived in and near Garland, Utah.
Usually when they drove to Northern Utah, they would stop at the Rice's in Hooper, staying a night or two. Thus making the trip easier on Alvira. How we loved having Grandma and Grandpa come to visit us. But even more we loved going to visit them. Alvira was not able to go out on hikes with the grandchildren, or enter into their activities, but she had a way of making each one feel welcome and loved.
While I was quite young I was impressed with her patience in suffering; her cheerfulness and gentle manner. Her home was a beautiful haven to me. I was sure there was no place in all the world as desirable. When I grew up there was no question as to where I would live; Farmington, of course.
We could hike up the foothills to gather wild flowers for Grandma, fill all our pockets with acorns, gather walnuts from under the large trees around the house, some of which are still standing. There were always some dainty treats for the children and such good food! But just to sit at Grandma's feet and listen to her low musical voice while she talked with the grownups was very special.
After Alvira's daughter, Adeline, was married, her daughter Thuressa (Essie) cared for her until she married. Then the daughters-in-law who lived near were very faithful in helping care for her. At times she had a woman come in to help with the work. Her husband was always faithful in doing all he could for her.
Alvira suffered a series of strokes shortly before her death, which came 19 Feb 1909. She was buried in Farmington, Davis Co., Utah.
Loretta Rice Child Rice (1961)
Life of Charles Edwin Rose,
taken from the histories of his daughters, Mary Evelette Rose and LaMond Sine Rose.
Charles Edwin Rose was born on 1 September 1878 in Farmington, Davis, Utah, son of Alley Stephen Rose and Alvira Evelette Smith. His father let him build a two-room house on the south side of his farm in North Farmington. There was about 20 acres in the piece of land and the house was built on the south side of a hill that wasn't used for anything else. There was a level strip at the bottom of this hill where Charles planted apricot trees. There were walnut trees along the front of the house. This farm became the Davis County Experimental Farm and/or Utah State University Experimental Agricultural Farm.
Charles first met his wife, Cecilie [pronounced and sometimes spelled Cecilia] Mary Larsen, when she came to work for his parents, helping to take care of his mother, who was not too well. In his early days he knew a young lady who was going with a young man by the name of Herman Liston Hyde. This young man was called on a mission and asked Charles if he would take care of her while he was gone. Charles took good care of her, for they were married on the 8 of October 1902 in the Salt Lake Temple.
Their daughter Mary Evelette was born on the 30 September 1903 in a one room house that sat on a hill in the middle of Cecilie's father’s potato patch in Garland, Box Elder Co., Utah, overlooking the house across the field.
They stayed until she was old enough to travel, then the three of them moved to Thatcher, Idaho, where their second daughter, LaMond Sine Rose was born the 24 August 1905. While living here they were invited to visit friends who lived about five miles from their place. The four of them went to visit these friends one winter day. It had been snowing for a few days and the snow was quite packed and icy which made good sleighing. Charles hitched up the big bobsleigh. They got there all right and had a very nice visit, staying all night and starting back in the early evening of the next day. They were traveling along quite fast when Charles gave the horses a tap with the tip of the whip, which threw everyone off balance. This started the baby to crying, Cecilie trying to comfort her and wanting to know what was happening, but the question was answered by the howling of a pack of timber wolves that had come down from the hills to get something to eat.
Charles knew that something had to be done and in a hurry, so he told Cecilie to give the baby to Mary to hold so she could drive and he could shoot one of the wolves because they were sure hungry. They even tried to jump into the sleigh and nibbled at the horses heels. After a few shots he hit one of them, and almost before it hit the ground the others were tearing it apart.
They finally reached home safe and sound but shook up a bit after the ordeal of the night, the baby crying all the way, and Charles taking care of the horses so that the wolves could not get into the barn after them.
From here they moved to the West bench of Farmington on the east shores of the Great Salt Lake, where they lived in a two-room house with a stoop on the back, with swamp and marsh land all around it. It was built up on a knoll. This is near where a bird refuge was later built.
Farmington was very windy, with the winds coming down the canyons from the mountains to the east. One winter was a honey, the winter starting in a little late, and they were not looking for the things to happen that did. On rainy days or going duck hunting Charles always wore a rain slicker like the one the sailors wore in the early days. He came in from duck hunting one day, hung his rain slicker in the usual place in the shanty on the back of the house. He went about his chores that he was doing a few days before, fixing a few things up around the house. On this particular day in the late afternoon the East wind began to blow and was it a honey. There was snow, sleet, rain, sunshine, any kind of weather you could ask for. The wind was getting harder all the time. Charles had to go out and fix the windows, for they sure were banging.
They went to bed that night but not getting much sleep on account of the wind. Charles got up early the next morning to look and to see if there was any damage done. It was still windy, rain, sleet, and snowing, but he did not stay outside long because he had to have his rain slicker. He came in to get it but it was not there where it was supposed to be. He hunted and looked and asked but no one knew where it was, then he really got impatient and told the girls to get it for him. Cecilie asked, "Are you sure it is not where you put it?" He said, "No!" She said, "You had better look outside and see if it is not somewhere on the ground." They looked out before he went out. Cecilie was looking out of the window and said, "Is that not your slicker?" After a few growls and groans and moans he went outside to look. Sure enough there in a kind of pond, a little way from the house, was a yellow piece of cloth sticking up from the ice. He thought, "Now how did that get out there?" Then he happened to think of the weather they were having. He brought it in the house and came over to his girls and putting his arms around them said he was sorry that he had talked to them the way he did. They kissed him and hugged him, telling him they were sorry also.
Finally the house in Farmington was finished and they moved into it. There were two rooms and a dugout cellar where they had vegetables and fruit.
They moved into the home about a year before their son, Charles Ervin Rose, was born the 26 July 1907. He did not live to manhood for he died on the 5 October 1914 of diphtheria in the St. Ann's Orphanage in Salt Lake City, Utah, and was buried in Farmington, Utah.
While he was still small and in arms, one day Charles took the family fishing on the Weber River, staying a week or longer. The time came and everything was piled into the covered wagon, and away they went. Camping here and there along the way, passing the Devil's Slide, then on up the canyon until they came to a very nice place quite a way from the road. There was a lot of shade and grass. Here they made camp and did their fishing. Charles taught his girls to fish. He put poles in their hands and showed them how to hold the pole and cast their lines. Then on leaving to go on farther down the river to do his fishing, he told them if they got a snag to call to him and he would come up and help them.
He had placed the girls a little way apart so their lines would not get tangled. The poles were of limbs from the trees, lines were string Charles brought with him. LaMond was upset and crying because she wasn’t catching any fish. Mary tried to calm her, but the poles got snagged. Mary yelled for her father. He must have thought that one of the girls had fallen in the river because he came running as hard as he could, but when he saw LaMond he almost stopped in his track, then he came over to Mary and took her pole out of her hands and put the line in his and helped pull it out. When they got the line to where they could handle it there was the biggest, longest fish that came up out of the water onto the bank. Well that fish did not hang around long because they had it for dinner that day along with others that Charles had caught and the other things that they had brought from home.
Once during lean times, they did not have anything to eat and Cecilie called the girls to come and go with her. She said she was looking for a patch of sego lilies. She found the sego lily patch and fed them the last bulbs. They were sweet as sugar and tasted pretty good, anything does when one is hungry.
Across the road from their home here was a very shady and grassy glade with a small spring running through.
This was a young and happy family, more so because another little one was on its way to stay with us. But they did not know what terrible tragedy was coming to this happy little home. On 19 February 1909 Charles’s mother died, having suffered a series of strokes. She was 62 years old.
Then Cecilie had her baby on 15 March 1909, a little girl who was named Alice Rose. They both did fine, the mother sitting up in her reading chair and taking care of the baby.
One day she called her older girls to her knee and asked them to help her. She asked Mary to go down into the cellar which was under the kitchen floor and bring up some potatoes so she could pare them for supper. Her sister, Viola, was staying with them to help with the housework.
Mary brought back the potatoes, water in a pan and the paring knife and told her mother they were there for her. But Cecilie had kind of slumped in her rocking chair and the baby was not in her arm upon her shoulder as when Mary had left her. Mary went over and touched her and spoke to her but she did not answer. Mary went out and told Aunt Viola about her mother and that she would not speak to her. Viola finished what she was doing and came in to see what had happened. She took the baby and put it on the bed then went back to Cecilie. As soon as she took a good look she started crying and walked away, the two girls standing with their eyes and mouths wide open wondering what was going on.
Viola then told Mary to go out and find Charles, but he was no where to be found. While she was taking care of Cecilie and trying to tell the girls that their mother would not be with them any more, Charles came in and when he saw them all crying, he knew something had happened. But he thought it was the baby, not his dear wife. When he found this out he almost collapsed himself.
Cecilie had died of a heart attack. The day of the funeral they took the young mother to the graveyard.They arrived at the graveyard all right and they put her in the grave they had for her and dedicated her grave.
Cecilie’s sister Rosemond took the baby, Alice, to nurse her, but on 3 June 1909 she died of whooping cough that she had contracted from the children while staying with their Larsen grandparents. Mary stayed with Charles and his parents in Farmington, LaMond going to live with Cecilie's parents in Tremonton. Later Mary was sent up to live with them also.
Charles began meeting a young lady now and then. They decided to get married, which took place on the 1st of September 1910 in the Salt Lake Temple. The young lady's name was Ellen Maria Cooke. Her father was William Cooke. They had dated before Charles and Cecilie had been married. The girls called her Aunt Nellie because they could not say Ellen.
They were a happy family once more. But again, this was not to last long. On 31December 1911 Charles died of heart trouble. The children were separated again, Mary and LaMond going to live with their Larsen relatives. The little boy, Charles Erwin, live with Charles's oldest brother, Leon, in Plymouth, Utah. From there he was sent to the St. Ann's Orphanage on 21st South, between 4th and 5th East in Salt Lake City, staying here until his death of diphtheria on 5 Oct 1914. He was buried in Farmington Cemetery.
It was hard for the girls, and LaMond was sent up to their Uncle Leon’s to stay, but she did not stay for long. From here she was sent to Vernal to live with a sister of their mother's, Aunt Rowena Larsen Haws. Here she stayed until the year of 1918 when Uncle Heber Haws died with the flu, leaving Aunt Rowena with a son and one on the way. LaMond was sent from there to live with her grandfather's sister, Aunt Pretnia. Then they moved to Wyoming, she staying here until her Grandfather Larsen died, then she came back to Utah, staying with different ones.
During this time Mary was staying with her Grandmother Larsen, going to school there in Tremonton as well as church and other activities. Her Aunt Zine and her husband Lars Anderson, and her family of two adopted children came up from Salt Lake City to visit at one time. They wanted Mary to go back with them to stay for good. She gave it a try, but when one year was up she was ready to go home to her Grandmother.
LIFE HISTORY OF MARY EVELETTE ROSE BRYSON
Written by her in various forms, compiled by Maureen Smith Bryson
There was a family by the name of John George Erastus Larsen who had built a house on top of a hill that overlooked the Malad River in Tremonton, Box Elder Co., Utah. They had come up from Salt Lake City to make their home here.
To them were born twelve children. My mother, Cecelia Mary Larsen was born 18 March 1884 and lived here most of her life, until on the 8 October 1902 she married a man by the name of Charles Edwin Rose, whose father had a farm in Farmington, Davis County. It was the Utah State University Experimental Agricultural Farm, which is not there any more. the road and north of Grandfather Larsen's farm. Mother was the fourth child and the second daughter. She met father by working for his father and mother, who was not too well. In father's early days he knew a young lady that was going with a young man by the name of Herman Listen Hyde. The young lady was my mother. This young man was called on a mission and asked father if he would take care of her while he was gone. Father did, for they were married on the 8 of October 1902 in the Salt Lake Temple.
I was born to this lovely couple on the 30 September 1903 in a one room house that sat on a hill in the middle of Grandfather Larsen's potato patch in Garland, Box Elder Co., Utah, overlooking Grandfather Larsen's house across the field.
Here we stayed until I was old enough to travel, then the three of us moved to Thatcher, Idaho, where my sister Lemond Zine Rose was born the 24 August 1905. While living here we were invited to friends of the folks that lived about five miles from our place. I have been told this story. The four of us, mother, father, baby sister and myself, went to visit some friends of the folks one winter day. It had been snowing for a few days and the snow was quite packed and icy which made good sleighing. So dad hitched up the big bobsleigh. We got to the people's place all right and had a very nice visit, staying all night and starting back in the early evening of the next day. We were traveling along quite fast when father gave the horses a tap with the tip of the whip, which threw us all off balance. This started the baby to crying, mother trying to comfort her and wanting to know what was happening, but the question was answered by the howling of a pack of timber wolves that had come down from the hills to get something to eat.
Father knew that something had to be done and in a hurry, so he told mother to let me hold the baby and for her to drive so he could shoot one of the wolves because they were sure hungry. They even tried to jump into the sleigh with us and nibbled at the horses heels. After a few shots father hit one of them, and almost before it hit the ground they were tearing it apart.
We finally reached home safe and sound but shook up a bit after our ordeal of the night. The baby crying all the way, and father taking care of the horses so that the wolves could not get into the barn after them.
From here we moved to the West bench of Farmington on the east shores of the Great Salt Lake, where we lived in a two room house with a stoop on the back, where swamp and marsh land was all around it. It was built up on a knoll. If I am right, I think this is where the bird refuge is located at the present time.
While here I would go out and watch the badgers work gathering in their feed and laying around in the sun or quarreling. There was one badger that must have been the leader, or he was the one to start all the fights. Some others would not. There was one old one that I tried to catch, but he would outsmart me every time. So I just gave up. They said he had been around there for years. Others had tried to catch him before I did.
This is the way I spent my summers and falls, also playing with my sister, helping dad with his planting and irrigating.
You know Farmington is very notable for its east winds, which start from the mountains at the south end from Beck Street in Salt Lake City, Utah, going all the way up to the north end of Roy or a little beyond.
This one winter was a honey, the winter starting in a little late, we were not looking for the things to happen that did. On rainy days or going duck hunting father always wore a rain slicker like the one the sailors wore in the early days. He came in from duck hunting one day, hung his rain slicker in the usual place in the shanty on the back of the house. He went about his chores that he was doing a few days before, he was fixing a few things up around the house. On this particular day in the late afternoon the East wind began to blow and was it a honey. We had snow, sleet, rain, sunshine, any kind of weather you could ask for. The wind getting harder all the time. Father had to go out and fix the windows, for they sure were banging.
We went to bed that night not getting much sleep on account of the wind. Dad getting up early the next morning going to look and to see if there was any damage done. It was still windy, rain, sleet, and snowing, but father did not stay outside long because he had to have his rain slicker. He came in to get it but it was not there where it was supposed to be. Dad hunted and looked and asked but no one knew where it was, then he really got impatient and told us girls to get it for him. Mother asked, "Are you sure it is not where you put it?" He said, "No!" She said, "You had better look outside and see if it is not somewhere on the ground." We looked out before father went out. Mother was looking out of the window and called father over and said, "Is that not your slicker?" After a few growls and groans and moans dad went outside to look. Sure enough there in a kind of pond a little way from the house was a yellow piece of cloth sticking up from the ice. He thought, "Now how did that get out there?" Then he happened to think of the weather we were having. He brought it in the house and came over to us girls and putting his arms around us and said he was sorry that he talked to us the way he did. We kissed him and hugged him, telling him we were sorry also.
Finally the house in Farmington was finished and we moved into it. There were two rooms and a dugout cellar where we had vegetables and fruit.
We moved into the home about a year before my little brother, who was born the 26 July 1907. His name was Charles Erwin Rose. The only brother I had of my own. He did not live to manhood for he died on the 5 October 1914 of diphtheria in the St. Ann's Orphanage in Salt Lake City, Utah and was buried in Farmington, Utah.
While he was still small and in arms, one day father came in the house and said to mother to get some things for camp and the children ready and we will leave at a certain time to go fishing on the Weber River, to stay for a week or longer, mother doing the washing and baking. I helped with things around the camp as well as my fishing.
So the time came and everything was piled into the covered wagon, us children included and away we went. Camping here and there along the way, passing the Devil's Slide, then on up the canyon until we came to a very nice place quite a way from the road. There was a lot of shade and grass, here we made camp and done [sic] our fishing. Father had promised me he would teach me to fish some time before. I was sure excited to think of or do anything. I was such a happy little girl.
So one morning he called me and my sister to go fishing with him. He put the pole in my and my sister's hands and showed us how to hold the pole and cast our lines. Then on leaving to go on farther down the river to do his fishing, he said to me if I get a snag to call to him and he would come up and help me. I told him I would call if anything got on my line.
He had placed sister and I a little way apart so that our lines would not get tangled. Our poles were of limbs from the trees, lines were string father brought with him. She was mumbling and hopping first on one foot then the other saying she could not catch anything on her line, and I was trying to be quiet as daddy had told us to be.
But just then I got trouble of my own. I thought I had a snag that made matters a lot worse, because she started to cry saying she could not catch anything. I was trying to tell her to be quiet or she would scare the fish away and stay put, all the time I was tugging at my pole trying to get it uncaught from the snag I thought it was caught on. Finally I called daddy. The way I sounded he must have thought that one of us girls had fallen in the river because he came running as hard as he could, but when he saw her he almost stopped in his track, then he came over to me and took my pole out of my hands and put the line in his and helped me pull it out. When we got the line to where we could handle it there was the biggest, longest fish I had ever seen come up out of the water onto the bank. I let go of the pole, jumped up and down shouting, "I got a fish! I got a fish!", which made sister that much more unhappy.
In the meantime, daddy was trying to quiet both sister and I, he also being a little excited. Well that fish did not hang around long because we had it for dinner that day along with others that father had caught and other things that we had brought from home.
Mother had missed all the excitement because she was taking care of the baby and doing things around camp. But when she heard the news she got excited also.
We stayed here for the rest of our fishing trip then went home, sister not catching any and that the only one I caught all the while we were there.
We lived at this time in Farmington, I starting my school here when I was of age if I remember right, almost six years old.
One winter daddy took me to school on one of the horses, riding bare back because we were having a very heavy winter. It was all the horse could do to get us there. Father came after school to take me home.
I started my schooling here in Farmington in the little red school house that served as a community gathering place, such as the 4th of July, 24th, and any other community gathering. Dances on Saturday night, church on Sunday. This school house had a bell in the belfry that rang when ever something very important happened.
I once had a baby tooth that had to be pulled. I had worked with it with my tongue until you could almost pull it out with a very quick jerk. Father called me to him one night and tied a string around it and the other end to the doorknob and said for me to slam the door. I did and there was my tooth.
The home here was part of Grandfather Rose's farm which is called the Experimental Farm, at North Farmington, Davis Co., Utah, where today is the Farmington Junction the ?ta road going through the farm on the west side of the new road.
Here on this ground father had a young orchard of fruit trees and a vegetable garden that us girls helped him take care of.
I remember when I was smaller I had a very bad case of tonsillitis that kept me in bed for some time. For days I could not eat, worrying mother because everything she brought to me I could not touch for my throat hurt that bad. Then one day I called to her and asked if I could have something for I was hungry. So mother fixed me a tray of toasted bread with a lot of butter and jam on it, and brought it in to me with a glass of milk. It sure tasted good. The bread she had cut into little squares. During this time father and Grandfather Rose had administered to me three or four times and their works and our prayers and faith were answered. I got well from then on, but not entirely cured from that terrible disease. To this day I am still bothered, although I have had my tonsils out, which was in 1952.
I remember one time when we did not have anything to eat and mother called to us girls to come and go with her. She said she was looking for a patch of sego lilies. She found the sego lily patch and fed us the last bulbs. They were sweet as sugar and tasted pretty good, anything does when one is hungry.
Across the road from our home here there is a very shady and grassy glade with a small spring running through. Here sister and I would spend hour upon hour, playing, taking our dolls and other playthings over there with us. Brother was not old enough to play here with us yet, but when he did we took him over with us, but it was mostly sister and I. One day while playing here, sister didn't want me to play with her any more. But I wanted to stay and this made her mad at me. I was going along minding my own business, not noticing what she was up to, when all of a sudden I dropped everything and started running and screaming. No wonder I am scared of snakes, for she had caught a little water snake and started chasing me with it. Father, hearing the commotion, wanted to know what the trouble was. I told him. he then made her stay in the house the rest of the day, which hurt her very much.
I remember another time father had harnessed the horses to the wagon and was going to go to town. Mother had sent me out with something and told me to tell him that she wanted to see him before he went. He went into the house and I stayed outside to play. The horses were standing as dad had left them. I wanted to get something that was on the other side and I had to go past them. I was not afraid of them at all because I had been around them before, patted them, held the reins, took them to water, but this one horse whose name was "Rouddy" was full of spirit, as a horse should be.
He sure must have been watching me for just as I got even with him he nipped my arm, just below the shoulder. I screamed (naturally) and daddy came running out of the house and wanted to know what happened. He thought sister was after me again with another snake. I told him that old Rouddy had bit me. He looked and that was all it took because I never did see my dad so mad as he was then. He licked that horse and beat him all over the place. Then rode the other horse, Josephine, to town, tying Rouddy up to the hayrack while he was gone.
This family had and was a very happy little family of Father, Mother, sister, brother and myself, and we were much more happy because another little one was on its way to stay with us.
But we did not know what terrible tragedy that was coming to this happy little home.
Mother had her baby on the 15 March 1909. A little girl who was named Alice Rose. They were both doing fine, mother sitting up in her reading chair and taking care of the baby.
One day she called us girls to her knee and asked us to help her, but sister she had other things to do that was more important to her than doing for mother. Mother asked if I would go down into the cellar which was under the kitchen floor and bring up some potatoes so she could pare them for supper. Mother's sister, Viola, was staying with us to do the housework for us while mother was sick.
I brought back the potatoes, water in a pan and the paring knife and told her they were there for her. She did not look at me or say anything. She had kind of slumped in her rocking chair and the baby was not in her arm upon her shoulder as I had left her. I went over and touched her and spoke to her but she did not answer me. I went out and told Aunty about her and that she would not speak to me. She finished what she was doing and came in to see what had happened. She took the baby and put it on the bed then went back to mother. As soon as she took a good look she started to crying and walked away, us children standing with our eyes and mouths wide open wondering what was going on.
She started to cry then told me to go out and find Dad, in which I did but Dad was no where to be found. I came back in and told her he was nowhere outside.
While she was taking care of mother and telling us children that mother would not be with us any more, Dad came in and when he saw us all crying, but me, he knew something had happened. But he thought it was the baby and not mother. When he found this out he almost collapsed himself.
The day of the funeral they took mother to the graveyard. (I still was wondering what we were going to do without mother.) We arrived at the graveyard all right and they put mother on the grave they had for her and dedicated her grave. I was all right until they started to put the dirt on her coffin. Then they had all they could do to hold me back. I was ready to jump in with her. When someone took me away very fast, crying. I was calling her very hard, calling her name. Then on the 3 June 1909 baby sister Alice died of whooping cough that she had contracted from us children while staying with Grandparent's Larsen. I stayed with father and his parents, sister going to live with mother's parents in Tremonton. Later I was sent up to live with them also.
Father began meeting a young lady now and then. They decided to get married, which took place on the 1st of September 1910 in the Salt Lake Temple. The young lady's name was Ellen Maria Cooke. Her father was William Cooke. She went with father before he and mother were married. We girls called this lady Aunt Nellie because we could not say Ellen.
We became a happy family once more. I was baptized on 3 Oct 1911 by Armond Thomas Rose and confirmed by Brother Secrist. The marriage lasted until on the 31st December 1911 when father died of heart trouble. Then us children were separated again, I and sister going to live with mother's family, and our little brother going to live with father's oldest brother in Plymouth, Utah. From here he was sent to the St. Ann's Orphanage on 21st South, between 4th and 5th East in Salt Lake City, he staying here until his death on 5 Oct 1914. He was buried in Farmington Cemetery. He died of diphtheria.
Sister and I could not get along, she wanting her own way too much and the boys were all the time causing us to quarrel and fight among ourselves, which was not good for any of us. So sister was sent up to Uncle Leon to stay, but she did not for long. From here she was sent to Vernal to live with a sister of mother's, Aunt Rowena Larsen Haws. Here she stayed until the year of 1918 when Uncle Heber Haws died with the flu, leaving Aunt Rowena with a son and one on the way. Sister was sent from here to live with Grandfather's sister, our Aunt Pretnia. Then they moved to Wyoming, she staying here until Grandfather Larsen died, then she came back to Utah, staying with different ones.
During this time I was staying with Grandmother Larsen, going to school here in Tremonton and church and other activities. Their house had 5 rooms, barn and bath with 2 bedrooms upstairs. The smallest one was mine. The larger one was the boys'. I had to keep these rooms clean. While here I got my first job, (although I was but about 8 years old myself.) a baby sitter for a family by the name of Samuelson. They had 6 or 8 children. I know it was quite a large family. I was getting 25 cents an hour. This was evening work. While living with my grandparents, grandfather sold the old homestead, which had 150 acres and built a home on the Main Street of Tremonton. The Tremonton Hospital is there now.
Grandmother's sister, Aunt Zine, and her husband Lars Anderson, and her family of two adopted children came up from Salt Lake City to visit us at one time. They wanted me to go back with them to stay for good if I wanted to. I did not want to go, but decided to give it a try, but when one year was up I was ready to go home. I got homesick for Grandmother. While here I went to school at the Washington Schoolhouse, about two blocks east from the West side High. While here I had two teachers, one was the name of Miss Salt, the other Miss May. They were very good teachers.
So Uncle Lars wrote and told them we would be on a certain train and for them to meet us for it was about 5 miles from the station to their new home in town.
We were on schedule all night, but we had an hour layover for our next train, so we got something to eat and did a little sight-seeing. Then Uncle Lars met someone he knew and asked if we were staying there in Brigham City, Box Elder, Utah. He told him the story, and I not interested, hopping from one foot to the other looking around at the sight. Then I heard an "All aboard" called, trying to get Uncle Lars' attention which I did not, only to be told to keep quiet, which I did. When he and this friend of his got through talking he looked around and saw a few things were not as they were before and asked if our train had come in yet. I said one did, but did not know if it was the one we were supposed to have taken or not. He got quite out of patience with me for letting the train go without us.
For a few minutes he was quite puzzled in knowing what to do, after looking around, he took me by the hand and said come on, that he knew where we could stay for the night.
So we started to walk, and we walked and walked and I was getting tired and I told him so, he kept saying just a little way farther, when we did come to the place he had in mind, it was about 5 miles from the station, and it being so late, everyone was in bed. He knocked on the door 3 or 5 times. Then someone came and when he saw who it was he almost fell over himself to get us in the house. I went to bed with the other children and the older folks stayed up nearly all night visiting, for our train left around noon the next day.
They took us over to the station the next morning, and we were on our way once more. We arrived all right, but no one was there to meet us, so we walked to where they lived, having our baggage brought up by express.
Uncle Lars did not leave until the next day after we arrived at Grandmother Larsen's. Here I stayed, going back to school and Sunday School.
It was not long after I got back to Tremonton that one day at school there was a crew of moving pictures, taking pictures. About a month after that I and some friends went to a movie and to my surprise I saw myself on the screen as big as life. I just could not believe what I saw, but there I was. I have a picture of the dress that I wore when we had a picture taken. It was the same dress that I had on when the movie picture was shown.
After a year or two they put me in as Religion Class Teacher, I working here for some time. Also I helped teach school at the school house when ever the teacher had to go out to see the principal.
My next job was working in the canning factory here at Tremonton. I worked here until school started again in the fall. I started with the pea season.
While living in the town of Tremonton and before Grandfather had decided to move to the City of Salt Lake, he worked as a janitor at the church house. Here I would go over with him and practice my piano lessons that I was taking from a correspondence school in Salt Lake City, Utah. They had an organ in their home which was kind of hard to play on when the notes were for piano, but I did manage.
We stayed here until in the late year of 1915 then moved to Salt Lake City, Utah, on McClellan Street, for grandfather's health was failing him and the children had all left but the youngest boy and myself.
Grandfather, thinking that he would like to do simple work in his declining years, but he never got around to doing very much of that. He died on the 27 February 1922 at this place in Salt Lake City, Utah. Also buried here, dying of stomach trouble.
Grandmother then bought her a home on Douglas Street in Salt Lake City up by the old prison, where Sugar House Park is. Here she died 26 Aug 1930, Salt Lake City, Utah, she is also buried here, 8 years later.
After she had raised her 11 children and partly raised 4 grandchildren, one was Jessie's, a girl, one was Viola's, a girl, and sister and I, besides being a midwife, I being her first grandchild she delivered. She also delivered my first child which was her first great grandchild. Also she was the President of the Relief Society in Tremonton, Utah.
Before grandmother died I stayed with one of mother's sisters, Aunt Rosemond and her family here in Salt Lake City, Utah. While here I found a job babysitting for a lady and her newborn baby, whose name was Charles Rice II. Here I stayed one year and enjoyed every minute while I was with them, although they were Catholic.
After I left here I went and stayed with an uncle, Arthur Smith Schmidt Larsen, who lived in Bountiful, Davis Co., Utah. he was one of my mother's brothers. Here I helped with the house work after I was taken out of school, after going through the sixth grade and one quarter of the 7th.
Then I got me a job working in the laundry. Here I worked for 4 years, going to church on Sunday, Sunday School and Sacrament Meeting, singing in the choir, George White being our chorister, and Mutual on Tuesday night. In my class in Sunday School I met some young ladies and we chase around a lot together. Their names Dorcas Palmer, Luellia Page, Alice Bryson, and myself. Alice Bryson had a brother by the name of Thaddeus Sedgwick [Bryson], but at this time he was engaged to a young lady by the name of Vera Egan. But something came up and they separated, which left the way clear for me. (On her mission she met and fell in love with another man.) His father did garden trucking and he would truck from Bountiful down to Fillmore and to St. George, Utah, with wagon and team, which took much longer than with a truck after he got one.
He and I had known each other for nearly four years, only going out two or three times before we got married on the 25 June 1924 in the Salt Lake Temple.
We lived with his father and family, because his mother had died in 1923, I helping around the house, for Alice was his only full sister. Here we stayed until October, for our first child was expected at this time, he being born on 23 Oct 1925. [Thaddeus R, Bryson, born 23 Oct 1925] This house was of brick and had a front porch nearly all the way across with low front doors leading onto it, one facing the west, one the north.
There was a front bedroom on the north off from the dining room, a living room, another bedroom and another, third, bedroom. That went off a hallway into the kitchen, a hall that ran from the living room to the third bedroom.
His father was a vegetable truck farmer, in his earlier days. When we moved we went into the town of Bountiful, along the Bamberger tracks, living in two rooms of a house that an aunt of Thad's owned, her name Sarah Ann Bryson Sessions, one of the wives of Perregrine Sessions, the founder of Session's Settlement, later become Bountiful.
In this Bountiful Settlement, the families were all inside of a wall that ran clear around them. It was at that time noted to be the second largest settlement in the union.
We lived here in Bountiful, until about the middle of Nov, and moved north into a 3 room house that was known as the Rampton Apts, along the Bamberger tracks. An old rock house that had been turned into two 3 room apts. Here is where Thad almost got hit by the Bamberger train as he was driving the car across the tracks, going to work at Cudahay Packing plant in North Salt Lake City, Utah.
Here on 6 Dec 1926 another baby boy was born to us, whom we named Gerold [sic] (R) Bryson. We lived here until he was about 1 year old, then we had to move again, this time to the Bebee Tarrece [sic]. Here we lived until he was about two and a half years old, having to move again because we were expecting another child, again in October. We moved into an adobe house that was a little south of Thaddeus' father's place. This had an upstairs, 2 rooms down, with a large yard all around it. Here the two boys on Sunday morning after they were all cleaned up went out in the irrigation ditch and took a bath! While living here Gerold lost the sight of his left eye by playing with a belt buckle. Thad had a job at Cudahay Packing Plant. At the present time the Slim Olsen's Service station now stands on the property. Our first girl, Cecilia May, named after her two grandparents, Cecilia Mary Larsen and Rosie May Sedgwick, was born 2 October 1929. She was a beautiful child with brown hair and eyes and a very sweet disposition. When she was 2 and a half years old, the family doctor told us we would have to have her tonsils taken out, but the good Lord had other plans, because she died on the 20 November 1934 of rheumatic fever that caused heart trouble which turned into dropsy. Here my world almost stopped, at least I thought that it had or would, but as they say time will heal, which it did, because before she died I had twin girls, Arlene and Irene. Here my world fell again, but I came out all right. They were born 30 March 1932 in Woods Cross, Davis Co., Utah. Irene had a heart condition which caused her to turn blue. She died when just about 3 weeks old. Buried her and her sister in the Bountiful Cemetery.
Two weeks before my last child was born we moved west and north from where we had been living, this place was closer to the South Bountiful Ward meeting house, where I took an active part in the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, being a Primary teacher, then in the presidency of the Primary, a singing mother, Relief Society block teacher, and participating in plays that the ward had at different times. Also did temple work for the dead. My last child was a boy who was born 10 October 1935 in Woods Cross whom we named Laurence LeRoy Bryson.
During the years of 1937 to 1939, while living in South Bountiful, Utah, I was first a teacher for the 6 year olds in the Primary, the following year 2nd Counselor to Mary Green, President. One day at Primary we had some Stake Board members visiting us. Between the time of the teacher's meeting and the time for Primary to commence, we ran into a little trouble with some of the older boys. One of the board members said to one of the boys, that he was making too much noise and for him to go home and never come back again. This boy was looked down on anyway, coming from a large and poverty stricken family.
I was stunned when I heard this coming from a board member, because as a teacher I was taught to bring the children into the house of the Lord, not to send them away. When I realized what was taking place I went to the boy and talked with him, asking if he did not think that he was in the wrong in what he was doing in the house of the Lord. He said yes, but he was still going home and never come back. I put my arm around his shoulder and said, "You do not have to go unless you want to, but you are almost ready to graduate into the Mutual class. Would you like to stay and finish?" He said, "All right, if you want me to stay." I said, "Yes, very much."
He finished his Primary and graduated with his class. After this I lost track of him, only through hearsay. He joined the service, serving over in Europe, he serving on one side of the world and my son serving on the other. He and my eldest son were buddies. One day I picked up the paper and there was his name in the obituaries. He became a very good Latter-day Saint and married in the temple. This made me very happy that I had the privilege of bringing this young boy into the House of the Lord in his later youth. To me, here God had moved in one of his mysterious ways His wonders to perform.
All four children and our one daughter, Arlene, starting their schooling in the South Bountiful School and Bountiful Junior High and at Kaysville, Utah, where their father went for 2 years.
When Lawrence was about 2 years old we bought a car, a 4 door Chevy Sedan and took the children and went to Blackfoot, Idaho, to see my sister and her family that we had not seen for some time.
She had stayed with us when Thaddeus R. was a year old, for she was taking him to the hospital for treatment of pneumonia, he was in the hospital 4 months, being operated on for one lung was not functioning. It had filled up with puss causing him to breathe hard. I was expecting my other child any day.
While here she worked at the laundry and contracted measles, (did she look like a beef steak.) She was not sick long. This was the last time I had seen her.
The day we left we packed us a lunch and drove up through Tremonton and saw the old homestead where I lived as child, on through Garland where I was born, up through Plymouth, Malad, Idaho, and a few other little towns to Fort Hall, the Indian Reservation. Then on into Blackfoot just across the Snake River where sister and her husband George Parrish had tourist cabins.
When we got there she was out in the yard doing her washing. When she saw us she could not say or do anything but stand and stare with her mouth open. We stayed here with them for 10 days, going fishing and sightseeing.
Gerald losing a brand new pair of eye glasses in the American Falls River. He jumped in to see if he could find them but no luck. When he got back and told us what had happened we told him that one of the fish needed his glasses more than he did for one of them was wearing them on his eyes.
We all did have a wonderful time. On the way home we had a flat at Deweyville, Utah, stopped and got it fixed, then came on home, arriving in the late evening, all tired and ready for bed.
Here in South Bountiful things did happen. Thad, my husband, had a stroke, Junior had St. Vitus Dance, that he contracted after the first year in school. He has had it the most of his life, but yet he was called to serve his country, going to the South Pacific. Thad was out of work and in bed for 4 to 6 months, and was told if he went back to Cudahay to work, he would only have 6 months to live. So he had to quit, being out of work for 4 months. Starting to work for the government on 19 Jan 1942 or 1943. He is trying to get his 20 years in before quitting.
He is still working for them in this year of 1960. He has only a little over a year to work there before his 20 years are up. We will have to see if he still is working there after his time runs out.
While here in South Bountiful I got my first electric frig. Along with it I got my first electric mixer, and still have and using it. The children were all going to the South Bountiful School which was about 1 and a half miles from the home we were living in there in South Bountiful. It was owned by David Holbrook, a half brother-in-law to Thad. The original owner was Eliza Nelson, an aunt of Thad's.
On Tuesday, which was Primary day, the children would meet me at the meeting house for their classes, I taking my youngest son, Laurence LeRoy, with me for he was not old enough to go to school as yet. He was with me all the time whenever I had to go away in the daytime like this.
I recall at one time in Primary when I was a counselor, the chorister got up to lead the singing and Laurence stood up on a chair, leading along with her. Of course, the children got quite a chuckle out of what he was doing.
Across the street from our house was a family by the name of Campbell. She was my block teacher in Relief Society. I loved her like she was my mother. We had a lot of good times together. It was her husband who really taught me to drive.
When her first grandchild was to be born, she and her daughter-in-law, Audrey, came over one morning to see how I bathed the baby, this was just after Laurence came to live with us.
The grandchild was a boy and they named him David, after his father, David Campbell. I think he is the chief of police out in West Valley (1986).
After we moved away from there I kind of lost track of them. I do not know if they are living now or not. I doubt it very much.
The other neighbor lived in the north part of the house we were living in. They had three children, Sammy, Bonnie, and Billy. Sammy was killed in an airplane accident when he was 11 years old, he and the pilot. We knew them both well, Thad Sr. going to school with the pilot. This happened after we moved to Salt Lake City, Utah.
It had been some time since any of us had seen any of the family, then one day we got an invitation to Bonnie Cahoon's wedding, here we saw all the family, but Sammy.
The children got along all right, but us parents had misunderstandings, and I believe that it was because we belong and believe in the Church as well as going to it. But there was something missing in their lives, as I now look back. Mr. Rowland Cahoon was baptized into the Church, whether she was I do not know, but there was discontention going on there all the time. He had the most wonderful mother, she has passed on now. Her hair was as white as the fallen snow and always was kept up, by this I mean she went to the beauty parlor to have it fixed.
We lived here in South Bountiful, Utah for 11 years, from the 30th of September to some time in 1944. Thad Jr. was called into the service of his country at 18 years of age, serving 19-1/2 years. We moved after he left because when he came home he went to that place and no one was there so he had the taxi bring him back to Salt Lake to his Aunt Alice Bryson Thompson who then lived on 2nd South and 8th West. They brought him home at 2:30 in the morning, was it good to see him again. After one time we thought he was gone for good, because we had not heard from him for 11 months. There will be more about him later on. Gerold R. the 2nd boy was sure lost without his big brother. They were always together and the first time they were ever separated for any length of time. He could not get into the service on the account of the sight of one eye being gone so he signed up with the National Guard. When Junior came home, he, Gerald and Bill Longden came to our place to dinner, Bill a pal they went to school with.
The other neighbors on that street were the Ellis family, George, whom Thad Sr. went to school with, and who went with his wife to the temple the same day we got married. Then there were the Ervin's that my children went to school with, one boy and one girl. There was one boy and one girl in the Ellis's. Then down to the crossroad there were the Larson, Brice's, Eldon Morse's, David Moss, Walter Moss, both dead, Perkins, Bill Green's, whose wife was Primary President and I was second counselor to her, sister-in-law Mrs. Ross Green was first counselor. Along this street the children all played together going as far as Cleverly Crossing.
There were the Dick Gaugh's, the Jencks, the Snyders, the Peacocks, Birds or Beards and others that I was not too well acquainted with. But we all had a good time whenever we met. But now there is a freeway through the most of these places or new suburbs. The new freeway goes right through where the house we once lived in. Both the Campbell's homes have gone, and new ones are built east of where we once lived instead of open ground.
The canal has gone that once crossed the road and it was along here that Thad and I nearly met death. We were going into town, or to Bountiful, and left the children home, when we got within a few feet of the canal a bullet whizzed passed our heads. I being the closest to it and would have got hit first. It sure shook us up.
Also while here I met and fell in love with a doctor that came and took the place of Dr. Trowbridge, while he was in the service of his country. This was in 1942. He helped me to get back my health and strength which I had lost after and during the time I was carrying Laurence, he weighing at birth 11 lbs. 5 oz. [manuscript says 11 lb. 25 oz.] the largest of my children. I got down to nothing but skin and bone and I looked horrible. I still went to him after I came to Salt Lake City but it cost so much and I would have to be gone all day, so I said what is the use. I am now going to a doctor here in the city.
We moved away from there to Page's Lane in North Bountiful. Gerald getting a job at the Navy base in Clearfield. Also where from here he met his future wife, Jean Guest. They were married on 18 June 1946.
When we moved, it was in a 3 room house, owned by a family by the name of Barlow. But now there is no house or anything that was very sacred at that time we lived there, only now the new freeway and overpass. There sure have been some changes all around the country, there as well as here.
While here the children went to Stocker and Davis High Schools, that is the two oldest going to Davis and the two youngest going to Stocker.
I recall one time a cat that brought one of her kittens to the front door, meowing until she got me to come and see what the trouble was. When she saw me she walked away, leaving her kitten, then went to a tree, climbed up and brought another kitten down and left it on the neighbor's door step also. That is the fist and only time that I have heard of or seen a cat having her kittens up a tree. This was to keep them away from the dogs.
While going to school the two younger children contracted children's diseases, one had whooping cough, the other had mumps, but neither one catching the other diseases.
We lived here until April of 1945 when we bought a home on 5th South and 1st West, Salt Lake City, Utah, from the money that Arlene had received from the suit of an auto accident that she and her girlfriend, Beverly Childers, were in.
This happened on the 24th of July 1945, on 13th South 9th East by Liberty Park. A drunk ran into the back of the truck they were in. The girls having their legs dangling out of the truck, they both jumped up into the truck, but Arlene slipped, the car catching her legs and crushing them, her right foot was hanging just by a piece of skin. She was in the hospital for four and a half months, using our savings and earnings up and still is with her ten children, her and her husband having separated.
While living in 5th South and 1st West, her husband took the home away from us, so we went and rented a place at 226 Edgemont Avenue on 1st North and 1st West, Salt Lake City, Utah. We lived here until 27 July 1962. We bought a place on Hollywood Avenue, Salt Lake City, Utah, paying $100 a month, her half and us half. Some day it will be ours if I live that long.
While living in 5th South I took a course in nursing from the Chicago School of Nursing and passed, but I did not get my 2 weeks training in the hospital here on the account I did not have the cooperation of my husband. I am still looking for work that is honest and good pay.
While living on 1st North I was a Primary teacher for 1 year and near a half. I had the 11 year old boys and graduated two of my grandsons, James (Jimmy) and Joel Peterson. I had a very wonderful Presidency to work with. I sure would like to go back there and work again with the boys. I have not done anything in the ward as yet, but am hoping that I can someday soon.
Since we moved here we have been to two weddings and several funerals since August of last year. One was Uncle Arthur Larsen, the other was two daughter of Aunt Rose's, his sister, and a friend and neighbor I knew up in Edgemont, Leon Olsen, and other friends.
This is while we lived on Hollywood Avenue in Salt Lake City. While here I was a primary teacher and a Relief Society Nursery teacher.
This home I loved very much, it had a nice yard with a patio that we enjoyed. Having Arlene and her children living with us, which was for seven years, then she moved to Idaho, stayed there for two [years?] then moved back and married. She is very happy now. That is she seems to be. Some of her children have married and moved to other parts of the country.
She at this time, in 1975, has four children at home with her, here in Granger, Utah, where I and my husband are also living, one child is her husband's. I think we are going to be happy here, I hope so. We sold our home on Hollywood a year and a half ago. From there we moved to West Jordan to live with my oldest son, Thad, Jr., and his family. His wife, Faye, being a divorcee, she having one son, Charles. The tension and environment got too bad for me at home. I had an attack that we all thought was a heart attack, but it turned out that I have flu again. They called the police then they called the paramedics, then they called the ambulance that took me to the hospital, on the 18 Feb 1975, the Cottonwood [Hospital] where my daughter-in-law Janene Ferre Bryson works and who is Larry (Laurence) LeRoy Bryson's wife.
I stayed for a week then came home to West Jordan, 25 Feb 1974 and moved out here to Granger on the 8 March 1975. We are here at the time, 25 August 1975. I like it here, the people are very friendly and they have trips that senior citizens go on in the summer and the fall. We are supposed to go to the doctor Wednesday, 27 Aug 1975 to see what our trouble is, he and I have not been feeling too good lately.
[Jan 1985] On the 6 September 1980 I was taken to the LDS Hospital with a heart attack, from taking care of my husband, Thaddeus S. Bryson night and day for two to three months without much sleep, day and night.
I stayed in the hospital for two weeks and was getting ready to be released by the doctor, when I had a relapse. They worked over me for about a half hour then took me back up to the intensive care unit where I stayed for a few days, then put me in a private [room] for the rest of that week then brought me here [nursing home on 48th South in Murray] because the family had brought my husband here because no one could take care of him.
I thought he was doing all right at times when I could see him because it seemed like when we got together he wanted to argue and I just did not feel like it for I would get upset. The doctor had told me not to or I would be right back in the hospital.
In May of 1981 I had my knee operated on by Doctor Wallace Hess, a knee specialist, but instead of putting all metal he put a strip of plastic which my body rejected. I was doing fine with my walker and then on 21 October 1981 my husband passed away. I went to the funeral with a splint on my knee. This is my first operation on it besides two others at the same time.
Then in March 1982 I had to have another operation, but this one has left me so I can not walk so far because when I was doing so good with my walker and a nurse helping me my heart would have spasms, and my knee did not feel just right. I had quite a time with my walking. I stand and take a few steps but I can not walk any length of time, I get tired and my heart starts to bother me.
After I got up and around with my walker they had me as a Resident's Council President. Also I taught a scripture study class until I took sick with this infection. Now I am not doing much of anything in that line, only going to some of the activities here which breaks the monotony. I am reading a lot of the scriptures and other books that appeal to me, watch television some. Also I am crocheting clothes for Christmas here. So my life is not ideal. Some of my families come in to see me when they can.
On the 15 August 1984 we held our family reunion. Arlene's family, most of them were there. Junior and Faye and her family were there. Jerry (Gerold) could not make it on the account of Jean being sick, she passed away on the 27 September 1984 of leukemia, cancer of the blood.
After my birthday this year they made me an honorary member. They are doing that with all the members now each of us get an artificial corsage, mine was pink rosebuds.
In Relief Society yesterday they sang "God Be With You" and a group of children sang four different songs, one was "I Am a Child of God." I started to cry. The Relief Society counselor came up and put her arm around me, said a few words of encouragement, then I went over and congratulated the sister that was honored for that day. Her name is Lilly, she was here before I came.
Dear children, I don't know how long I am going to be here or if I will be able to be with one or the other of you. But my blessing and prayers are with each and everyone of you at all time.
I don't like staying here all my life, but if I cannot walk and am going to be a burden on my families then this is the best place for me to be.
I love you all. God bless you.
Mother, Grandma, Great-grandmother
Mary R. Bryson
(Mary Evelette Rose Bryson died 23 May 1997.)
Sketch of the Life and Labors of Abraham Rose
In the middle of the great Empire State in Oneida County in the beautiful city of Utica in a log cabin on the 5th day of October 1803 a man child was born of goodly parents, whom we will call Abraham, after his father Abraham and also after the old patriarch Abraham, the father of the faithful, and very dear friend of the grand old patriarch Shem, the son of Noah.
There is nothing very remarkable about the birth of this man child. 6000 years ago when righteous Abel was born our grand old mother, Eve, made the wonderful announcement that she had got a man from the Lord and this thing has been going on ever since. This man child passed through all the different stages of life from childhood to boyhood and from boyhood to manhood.
There is a trite saying that the boy is fallen to the man or as the boy is so the man will be. We see the little child Abraham kneeling at his mother's knee repeating after her the Lord's Prayer, Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy name. We see this man Abraham driving an ox team across the American Continent for the sake of his religion for he had joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
When this child arrived at the age of 10 years, America was at war with Great Britain, known in history as the War of 1812. Napoleon had been defeated over in Europe at the Battle Arcis, March 20, 1814, was taken prisoner by the Allied and banished to the Isle of Elba. And Great Britain was sending her armies that had been engaged against Napoleon over to this country. They were meeting these forces at Niagara to invade the great state of New York. Gen. Winfield Scott was sent with a strong force of militia to prevent his invasion. It was during this campaign that the elder Abraham and oldest son, Samuel, enlisted, marched with Gen. Scott to Niagara. They were both in the fierce battle of Lundy's Lane, the British were defeated with terrible losses. But Gen. Scott was wounded. Both of these men [fought] in several engagements and both served until the end of the war.
Soon after the close of the war, the elder Abraham Rose, with his family moved from Utica, Oneida Co., New York, to Howard Steuben Co., New York, 100 miles west, and settled on a large tract of land. And here on a farm this man child grew to manhood and of a religious turn of mind he joined the Methodist Church. On a beautiful Sabbath morning in Jan 1830 this now young man with one of his companions went to Hornellsville, Steuben Co., New York, a distance of 7 miles to attend a Methodist revival meeting. In the course of human events, something always happens, and so it was in this case. Soon after these young men had taken their seats in the church, an angel, who we will call Catherine, after the Great Empress of all the Russias, walked into the room and took a seat just across the aisle from them and new ambitions and new inspirations were awakened in the breast of this man child, as he gazed with admiration on this beautiful female; then turned to his companion he remarked pointing to this lovely being, "There sits my wife!" As soon as the services were over he made his way through the crowd and introduced himself to this lovely girl. It was love at first sight with both of them. He went home with her to dinner, proposed to her and his proposition was not taken under advisement, but was readily accepted. In just two months, on March 7th 1830 they were married and moved onto a farm and began life together in real earnest.
In a course of time a sweet little angel babe came to bless their humble home who we will call Adeline, meaning sunshine and gladness. And again, on the 6th of May 1833 a son came to their home whom we will call Warren, after Gen. Warren, who died so boldly [?] at the Battle of Bunker Hill, fighting for liberty and independence. And again on the 17th of July  a sweet little girl was born to them who we will call Elizabeth, in honor of Elizabeth the mother of John the Baptist. Now this man child had become a prosperous, well-to-do farmer, respected and loved by all who knew him. He had become a minister in the Methodist Church and also a captain of a company of militia in the great state of New York.
And now during the fall of 1836 a wonderful thing happened to this little family that changed the whole program of their lives. The great Apostle, Orson Hyde, came into the state of New York, preaching the Gospel of the Son of God and baptizing people everywhere. He was led to the home of this happy family. He delivered his message, they accepted all the conditions which meant so much to them and were both of them baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 5 June 1836.
And again on the 25th of March 1837 a man child was born to them we will call him Orson Hyde in honor of the man who baptized them. And again a sweet little baby girl is born to them 4 June 1839, we will call Victoria, in honor of the Queen of Britain, who was just entering on her long and glorious reign.
On the 6th of Oct. 1839 this man child with his wife and 5 children leave their lovely home in Howard, with ox team to gather with the Saints who were locating at Nauvoo in Illinois. When they arrived in the southern part of the State of Ohio, owing to the lateness of the season and other conditions, and this country being a paradise, they desired to locate here for a while, which they did in Carthage, Athens Co., Ohio, and engaged in the manufacture of syrup and maple sugar. And here on the 6th of March 1841, in the beautiful country another son was born to them, who we will call [Alley] Stephen, in honor of the first martyr of the church, after the crucifixion.
Again on the 5th of May 1843 another sweet little baby girl was the fourth to come and bless their home. We will call her Martha after the lovely Martha the friend of the Savior and sister to Mary and Lazarus.
And once again in September 1843 with ox team, these pioneers with their seven children started again for Nauvoo, where they arrived one month later. Here he met the Prophet Joseph Smith for the first time, is delighted at his appearance, assures him of his devotion to the Gospel, is called out 7 miles east of Nauvoo to preside over a branch of the Church located here. Remains here in this capacity until the winter of 1846 when he crosses the Mississippi in the great exodus of the Saints from the beautiful city of Nauvoo.
They crossed the prairies of Iowa with one ox and a cow yoked together for the mob had killed one of his oxen to feed themselves. They arrived at Council Bluffs in August [A.S. Rose history says 1 July] and located 4 miles east of town. (Here on the 26th of August 1847 another son, the fourth was born to them who we will call [Erastus] Francisco after the great commercial city at the Golden Gate on the Pacific Coast.) Here they remained until the spring of 1853 when they crossed the Missouri River, the 4th of June and provisions to last 18 months. Joined a company of wagons under John W. Cowley as captain. This man child is appointed captain over ten wagons.
On the seventh of June they broke camp and started on teir long journey 1060, miles of desert country. After passing through all manner of experiences, impossible to imagine for 110 days, they arrived in Salt Lake City on the 17th of September 1853.
This now happy family located in the town of Farmington, 17 miles north of Salt Lake City. Here he bought a farm, and here he remained for 31 years, spending the last days of his strenuous life in peace and happiness; as a member of the Mormon Church he was a devoted, consistent Latter-day Saint. For many years he was a ward teacher, and pres. of the High Priest Quorum, always ready and willing to respond to every call.
As a citizen he was progressive, patriotic, and loyal. Always proud of his country and of being an American citizen. He died as he lived, true to his manhood, to his Church, and to his country, passing away on the 9th of September 1884, age 81 years of a century. His wife crossing the dark river 3 years in advance.
A quarter of a century has passed away since the departure of this grand couple and not one word has come back to us from our dear ones on the other side. Why is all of the future kept such a profound mystery from us? Why can the veil not be moved just enough to give us a glimpse of the other side?
But, we know, as we know the sun shines at noon day, that when the books are opened, their records will stand in bold relief, and the verdict will be written in letters of gold:
Abraham and Catherine, you have been faithful all the days of your life. You have made every sacrifice that could be made for the sake of your religion. You have driven an ox team across the North American Continent for the sake of the Gospel. You have kept sacred the covenants you have made with your God and with each other. You have been true to your integrity and to those placed in authority over you. Enter thou into the joys of thy Lord.
SHORT SKETCH OF THE LIFE OF ABRAHAM ROSE,
PIONEER OF 1853
Compiled by Loretta R. C. Rice
We will call him "ABRAHAM" after his father, Abraham Rose, and that great Patriarch Abraham, the Father of the Faithful. Thus, was the name chosen by Abraham and Rachel Haws Rose for their fifth child, born 5 October 1803 in Utica, Oneida, New York.
Abraham Sr. was born 1 April 1767 in Manchester, Bennington, Vermont, a son of Samuel and Sarah Rose. his wife, whom he married 10 April 1791, was Rachel Haws, born 30 August 1769, of
Burlington, Chittenden, Vermont.
To them were born the following children:
1. Samuel Sidney; born 1 July 1792; Rome, Oneida, New York.
2. Daniel; born September 1793; Rome, Oneida, New York; died 1817.
3. Louise; born 24 January 1796; Rome, Oneida, New York; married 4 August 1814, Henry Messick; died 1856.
4. Hyrum; born 13 April 1799; Rome, Oneida, New York; died 1858.
5. ABRAHAM; born 5 October 1803; Utica, Oneida, New York.
6. Eliza Haws; born 1804; Utica, Oneida, New York.
7. Jerusha and Rachel, twins; born 11 March 1806; Utica, Oneida, 8. New York. Rachel died 1830. (As no more records have been found for Jerusha, it is quite likely she died young.)
9. William Warren; born 11 April 1811; Utica, Oneida, New York; died 1824.
10. Caleb Bancroff; born 11 August 1813; Utica, Oneida, New York; married Sally Parsons; died 1861.
James Rose, born 1789, in Manchester, Bennington, Vermont, was found in the Endowment House Baptism records, listed as a brother of Abraham Rose, Jr., who was proxy. As he was born in Manchester two years before the marriage of Abraham and Rachel Rose, he is probably a son of a former marriage. More research is being done.
Abraham Rose, Sr., and his son, Samuel Sidney, were both active in the War of 1812. They enlisted during the time that Great Britain was massing forces at Niagara to invade New York. Father and son marched under General Winfield Scott and were both in the fierce battle of Lundy's Lane.
The British were defeated with great losses. General Scott was wounded. Abraham and Samuel were in a number of engagements, serving until the end of the war.
Soon after the war was over, Abraham moved his family from Utica to Howard, Steuben, New York, about 100 miles west. He settled on a large tract of land where he built a fine log house that became known as "Rose Hill Farm." This farm was located on a military road between Albany and Buffalo, New York.
We are indebted to his grandson, William Lewis Rose, for a description of this home as well as what little information we have of Father Abraham's last years. The driveway to the house was lined with tall shade trees. Nearby was an orchard with a variety of fine fruit trees. William Lewis recalled the well- kept home and farm, and the delicious fruit. Not far from Rose Hill Farm was a schoolhouse. Here Abraham and Rachel resided the rest of their lives.
William Lewis stated that his grandfather was tall with a military bearing. He kept a sword and scabbard hanging in a prominent place in his home. This sword was presented to William Lewis Rose, but was stolen from his house.
In his last years Abraham was totally blind. Shortly before his death members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints who were living in his neighborhood held a prayer council at his bedside. (From a letter written by William Lewis Rose to Alley Stephen Rose.) His son, Abraham, had joined the "Mormon" Church in 1836, but if others of the family joined we have no record of it. Abraham Rose Sr. died in August 1838 and his faithful wife, Rachel, died in 1844.
It was on this beautiful Rose Hill Farm that Abraham Rose Jr., the subject of this sketch, grew to manhood, he and his brothers working side by side with their father.
Being of a religious nature he became active in the Methodist Church, serving for a time as a minister.
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
On a beautiful Sabbath morning in January 1830, Abraham Jr. and a companion went to Hornellsville, a distance of seven miles, to attend a Methodist revival meeting. This was a most important event in the life of Abraham for it was at this meeting he met the young woman who was to become his wife.
This lovely young lady entered the meeting house and sat down just across the aisle from Abraham. With his heart pounding, Abraham turned to the young man beside him and said, "There sits my future wife!"
As soon as the services were over, Abraham made his way through the crowd and introduced himself to the young lady, Miss Catharine Nicholson. It was love at first sight for both of them. Abraham gladly accepted an invitation to go to the Nicholson home for dinner. Before the day was over he had proposed to her; she readily accepted with her parents' blessings. Abraham and Catharine were married two months later, 7 March 1830, in Hornellsville, Steuben, New York.
Catharine Nicholson was born 22 December 1806 in Almira, Tioga, Pennsylvania, a daughter of Jonathan and Betsy Swingle Nicholson, pioneers of Hornellsville Townsite. Jonathan and his thirteen stalwart sons had taken up land in its normal condition, cleared it and made a garden of it. A part of this farm is still owned by descendants of Jonathan Nicholson.
Soon after their marriage Abraham and his bride moved onto a farm in Howard, Steuben, New York, near his father's farm. He became a prosperous, well-respected farmer as well as a minister in his church. He and Catharine were beloved by all whose lives they touched. At one time Abraham was a Captain of a company of militia in the state of New York.
While living in Howard, Steuben, New York, five of their eight children were born to them. Their children were:
1. Adeline Rose; born 2 December 1830; died 24 September 1845 in or near Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois.
2. William Warren Rose; born 6 May 1832; married first 4 December 1853, Miranda Garner. They were later divorced and he married second, 15 June 1867, Lucy Brown. He died 29 November 1899 in Farmington, Davis, Utah.
3. Elizabeth (Betsy) Rose; born 17 July 1835; married 18 May 1852, Nathaniel Underwood; died 18 December 1892.
4. Orson Hyde Rose; born 25 March 1837; died 14 August 1862 in Farmington, Davis, Utah.
5. Ann Victoria Rose; born 4 January (or June) 1839; married 17 June 1855, William Kelsey Rice; died 23 May 1878 in Farmington, Davis, Utah.
6. Alley Stephen Rose; born 6 March 1841, Carthage, Athens, Ohio; married 12 April 1863, Alvira Evelette Smith; died 5 June 1914 in Ogden, Weber, Utah.
7. Martha Rose; born 15 May 1843, Carthage, Athens, Ohio; married Allen Burke; died 21 December 1863.
8. Erastus Francisco Rose; born 25 August 1847, Council Bluffs (then Kanesville), Pottawattamie, Iowa; married 4 January 1868, Josephine Elnora Robinson; died 4 June 1910 in Farmington, Davis, Utah.
The fall of 1836 was a memorable time for this Rose family, bringing about a change which affected the entire pattern of their lives. Orson Hyde, an Apostle of the newly-founded Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, was sent to New York to preach the Gospel. He was led to this Rose family where his message was readily accepted. They were baptized in the same year on 5 June 1836.
From the Journal History of the Church we find there was a branch of the Church in Amity, Allegheny, New York, where a conference was held 18 September 1836 at which Abraham Rose of Howard, Steuben, New York was ordained an Elder. Another conference was held 10 July 1837 at Bath, Steuben, New York. Among those attending were Elder Jedediah M. Grant, Gardner Snow, Benjamin S. Wilber and Abraham Rose.
The spirit of gathering soon urged the Rose family to join the body of the Church in Nauvoo, Illinois. On the 6th of October 1839, Abraham, Catharine and their five children left their comfortable home and loved ones in Howard and Hornellsville in a covered wagon drawn by an ox team. As before stated, Abraham's father had died in 1838. His widowed mother was still living, as were the parents of Catharine. What a heartbreaking time it was to leave these loved ones, as well as brothers, sisters, and friends, a comfortable home and most of their possessions.
When this family arrived in the southern part of Ohio, it being late in the season, they decided to remain for a while in Carthage, Athens, Ohio, a veritable paradise. Here they engaged in the manufacture of maple sugar and syrup. It was here their son Alley Stephen and daughter Martha were born.
By the fall of 1843 these faithful pioneers with seven children took up the march again. Leaving Carthage in September they arrived in Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois one month later. Here they met for the first time the Prophet Joseph Smith. His noble personality made a lasting impression upon the Rose family.
The Prophet Joseph must have been favorably impressed with Abraham for he was called to preside over a branch of the Church in Lima, Illinois, a few miles from the beautiful city of Nauvoo.
Abraham and his family remained in Lima, suffering the hardships common to the persecuted Saints, until the winter of 1846. They, with thousands of driven Saints, crossed the Mississippi River in the great exodus from their beautiful city and temple. History is replete with accounts of the suffering and hardships endured by those exiles from mob violence and atrocities.
Abraham and his family crossed the Iowa prairies with one ox and one cow yoked together; the mob had killed one of his oxen to feed themselves. They arrived at Kanesville, now Council Bluffs, Iowa, in August 1846, locating four miles east of the settlement.
Here, a year later, their last child, Erastus, was born. This destitute Rose family remained in Iowa until the spring of 1853, working in various places to obtain food and supplies to make the journey across the plains. On 4 June 1853 they crossed the Missouri River with five children, two wagons, five yoke of cattle, one horse, and provisions to last 18 months.
Their oldest daughter, Adeline, had died in Lima or Nauvoo, Illinois, at the age of 14. William Warren had his own outfit and Betsy had married, thus leaving five children ranging in ages from 6 to 16 years. Fourteen-year-old Alley Stephen, their herdsman, rode a horse, bareback, all the way across the plains.
The Rose family joined a company of 75 wagons under Capt. John W. Cooley. Abraham was appointed captain over ten wagons. Quoting again from the Journal History: "Friday, September 9, 1853. Capt. John W. Cooley company of Saints arrived in Great Salt Lake City. From official statement this company made out on the Sweetwater River August 15, 1853 -- four miles west of Devil's Gate. Rules included: 1. Camp called together morning and evening for prayer except those on camp duty. 2. No card playing. 3. No profane swearing will be tolerated. 4. Dogs tied up at night. 5. No noise or confusion in camp at night. 6. Horn for raising 4:30 a.m., prayer 5:30. 7. Each man assist in driving cattle to herd. 8. Horn blown as notice to herdsmen to bring cattle. 9. Corral will not be broken nor any wagon moved until all cattle yoked.
"Families in David Miller and John W. Cooley included Abraham Rose, Catharine Nicholson Rose, Orson H.Rose, Ann Victoria Rose, Alley Stephen Rose, Martha Rose and Erastus F. Rose. They had 1 horse, 14 head of Cattle and 2 wagons."
After a journey of 1060 miles, passing through all manner of experiences and hardships, they arrived, after 110 days, in Salt Lake City, 17 September 1853.
Soon after their arrival in the valley Abraham and Catharine decided to settle in Farmington, about 17 miles north of Salt Lake City. While Bountiful has the distinction of being the second settlement established in the Great Basin by the Saints, Farmington (or North Cottonwood as it was called until 1854) was a close third.
Having been advised by President Brigham Young to take their herds to the north, west or south of the city, Hector C. Haight drove his herd 17 miles north. Here he pitched a tent near a creek, named Haight Creek, where he spent the winter of 1847-8. In the spring of 1848 Mr. Haight and his son built a cabin, the only one in North Cottonwood until other settlers moved there in the fall of 1848. From that time forward North Cottonwood, or Farmington, was considered a colony. (Taken from Brigham Young the Colonizer, by Milton R. Hunter.)
By the time our Rose family arrived in Farmington it had the appearance of a fine town of several years standing. The ward had been organized in 1849 with Joseph Lee Robinson as Bishop. He was released to go on a colonizing mission to Parowan and Biedon Trowell was sustained in 1850.
The first school house was built in 1849. This was built of logs with a roof covered with cane willows and dirt. Split logs were used for seats, desks and the floor. By 1854 the town had more adequate school facilities and the Rose children had the opportunity of obtaining a fair education. There were 27 one- story and 9 two-story adobe houses, 33 log buildings with good pine shingles.
That same year a court house was built not far from the present one. It was a two-story adobe structure with jury rooms, offices, a hall and court room. The upper room was used by the ward for meetings and entertainments because they had generously donated to the building fund. This public-spirited, faithful family would be numbered among those who met there.
Farmington has been noted for its fine drinking water. Families who were not located on a mountain stream had deep wells from which water was drawn. These wells also served as refrigerators. Butter and jars of milk were lowered in a bucket where they were kept cool on hot summer days.
It is not known by the writer if Abraham's home was located on a stream, but his son, Alley Stephen, states it was in a choice part of the valley. A home of their own would surely be appreciated after ten years of being driven from place to place, stripped of their possessions and suffering untold hardships. They felt at peace and secure.
But putting over 1,000 miles between this driven people and those who were determined to destroy them did not put an end to their troubles. Just ten years after the first pioneers entered the valley they received word that U.S. Government troops were on their way to Salt Lake City to put down a rebellion which never existed.
This "Utah War" was to work a great hardship upon the Saints. Through the efforts of the Utah Militia the army was held back until 1858. President Brigham Young had called home colonies in distant places and also missionaries in foreign lands to help defend themselves. Pres. Young then had the Saints move south near Provo, leaving the houses empty except for a few men who were to set fire to homes and crops if the army entered the valley and attempted to take possession. Abraham's son, Alley Stephen, was one of the men left to burn the town of Farmington if molested by the army.
Thankfully, Johnston's army marched through the valley without further trouble, and much to their relief and joy the Saints were able to return to their homes in time to raise their crops and assure them a harvest that fall.
Farmington was home to Abraham and his wife the remainder of their lives. They were blessed in having five of their married children settle in their beloved Farmington. William Warren and wife Lucy; Ann Victoria and husband William K. Rice; Alley S. and wife Alvira; Martha and husband Allen Burke; and Erastus F. and wife Josephine; with their growing families, were a joy and comfort to them in their declining years. To those children and grandchildren Abraham and Catharine were a noble example and pillar of strength.
Orson H., their fourth child, who never married, was often ill. At one time it had been thought advisable to send him to California for this health. However, the change of climate did not help so his brother, Alley, was sent to California to bring him home. Orson died not long after his return.
This faithful couple was saddened by the death of four of their eight children. Their eldest child, Adeline, had died in or near Nauvoo in the fall of 1845 at the age of 15. One could possibly assume she may have been a victim of mob atrocities. Ann Victoria died following the birth of her twelfth child in 1878. Their youngest daughter, Martha, also died following childbirth, leaving two small children in 1863, seven months after her twentieth birthday.
However, in spite of suffering, hardships, privation, and heartache, they never wavered in their faith and testimony of the Gospel for which they had given their all. They had the blessed ability to smile through their tears and spread sunshine and cheer wherever they went.
It was a great satisfaction to them to see two of their sons fill proselyting missions: Alley S. in New York where he had the privilege of meeting some of his relatives. Although he was not successful in bringing them into the Church, he was treated with love and kindness. Erastus also served in New York, where he reopened the Syracuse Branch.
Orson H. was called to go on a colonizing mission known as the Salmon River Mission, one of the most dangerous of the early-day missions. He was wounded by the Indians just prior to the closing of that mission.
Abraham and his wife were reared in homes where an appreciation of the finer things of live was engendered. These fine qualities were to be found in their children who loved music, good literature, and the various arts.
Well-built homes were made beautiful inside and out with the best furniture obtainable, flowers, shrubs and shade trees. Their farms and yards were well-kept and attractive. That Alley and Erastus were excellent carpenters is attested by the fact that their houses, built before the turn of the century, are still in good condition.
Alley owned one of the first organs in Farmington and other musical instruments. Erastus played the organ, accordion, and concertina. He played for dances for twenty years. He also played in a band for years.
The Spirit of Elijah was deeply rooted in Abraham. While in Nauvoo he did work for the dead, including the ordinance of baptism for his father, 8 April 1844. This work was repeated in the Endowment House 17 November 1872, when, assisted by his daughter Ann Victoria, baptisms were done for his parents, Abraham and Rachel Haws Rose, his brothers and sisters and others. (EH Bapt.Film #25165 pt.5) Endowments and sealings were also done.
Abraham and Catharine received their endowments and sealings in the Endowment House 15 November 1855. Their children, with the exception of Elizabeth, were sealed to them 5 May 1899 in the Salt Lake Temple.
Abraham was ordained an Elder 18 September 1836 by Orson Hyde. He was ordained a Seventy in Nauvoo, Illinois in February 1845 and was ordained a High Priest in Farmington, Utah on 8 Apr 1855 by D. Pettigrew. Abraham served as President of the Farmington High Priest's Quorum for many years. He served as a ward teacher and in any capacity he could to help build up the Kingdom of God in his beloved valley.
We are indebted to his granddaughter, Adeline Rose Rice, for a little human interest story she related to the writer many years ago. Milking the family cow had always been Catharine's responsibility. It seems that cows as well as people have their preferences. "Bossy" definitely preferred being milked by her mistress. At one time when Catharine was too ill to do the milking Abraham took the pail and gingerly sat down to milk the cow. But "Bossy" had different notions. A well-aimed kick sent the bucket in one direction and Abraham another.
The cow must be milked, so Abraham donned Catharine's bonnet, shawl, and long gingham apron. However, "Bossy" still eyed him with a threatening look until Abraham got Catharine's corncob pipe. That did it and the milking was done without further trouble.
Abraham Rose died 4 September 1884 in Farmington, Davis, Utah at 81 years of age. His wife and sweetheart of 52 years had preceded him in death one year and four months, 11 February 1882. They are buried in the family plot in Farmington City Cemetery.
Journal of Alley S. Rose, G.S. Film #23996.
Farmington Ward Records, G.S. F#6284.
TIB, Family Histories, Pioneers and Prominent Men of Utah, Church Historian's Office, SL Temple Records, EH Records.
Essentials in Church History, by Joseph Fielding Smith
Journal History of the Church
Jensen's Biographical Encyclopedia
Brigham Young the Colonizer, by Milton R. Hunter
Deseret News Obituaries
Census of 1830, Howard, Steuben, NY
THOMAS SASSON SMITH
Compiled by Loretta R. Child Rice
[Information in brackets and at end of this history added by Maureen Bryson in 2004.]
Getting to know one’s ancestors is a most rewarding experience, especially when they have been, for years, just a name and date on a pedigree chart. Thomas Sasson Smith, my great-grand
father on my mother’s ancestral line, has at last become a person whom I have learned to respect and admire very much.
Thomas Sasson Smith was born 3 April 1818 in Junius, Seneca, New York, the oldest child of Jeremiah Smith and Abigail DeMont. Abigail was the daughter of Richard DeMont and Mary Sasson.
We do not as yet, 1966, have the names of Jeremiah’s parents or his place of birth. Family tradition says his ancestral line runs into that of the Prophet Joseph Smith. Further research must be done to prove or disprove this statement. He was closely associated with John Smith, brother of Joseph Smith, Sr., and third Patriarch of the L.D.S. Church.
[2004 - There are many entries on the Internet showing Jeremiah’s parents as Job Smith and Lavinia, this is NOT correct, per Wilburta Moore who has spent many years searching for Jeremiah’s parents. Likewise are entries for Jeremiah as son of Jeremiah Smith and Rachel Hathaway, which has been accepted by some, including Wiburta Moore, as an “adopted” lineage, but is also not proven.]
AN UNUSUAL STORY
One most unusual story that should prove valuable in establishing the ancestral line of Jeremiah Smith was given to the writer by a second great-granddaughter of Jeremiah Smith, Phyllis Peterson Tueller, 1436 Logan Avenue, Salt Lake City, Utah. The substance of the story is, briefly: Harry F. Johnston, editor and publisher of the magazine, “Your Ancestors, “ whose address (in 1954) was Box 57 Station C, Buffalo, New York, had written to Mrs. Cora S. Winkler in Salt Lake City, Utah, saying, in part, that he had been trying for a long time to trace Jeremiah Smith. He had traced the family to Ohio but could find no more record of them. Mr. Johnson gave the names and birth dates of the children of Jeremiah and Abigail Smith, and also the names of some of the spouses:
1. Thomas Sasson Smith, born 3 April 1818, married Polly Clark; 2. Polly Smith, born 16 July 1821, died 1823; 3. Sarah Smith, born 25 March 1823, married James Vanderhoff; 4. Jonathan Smith, born 24 November 1825, married Nancy Jane Taylor; 5. Richard DeMont Smith, born 10 July 1828, died 12 December 1848; 6. George Edward Smith, born 17 August 1832,____ ; 7. Henry Smith, born 15 April 1834, married Helen Maria Smith; 8. Jessie Willard Smith, born 13 October 1836, married Catherine Van Velson; 9. Loretta Helen Smith, born 1841, married Andrew Bigler .
Mr. Johnston then related this story: “There is a tradition in the family that Jeremiah Smith and John Smith, who were brothers (?), brought a large sea shell from the West Indies, that they sawed in two, each taking one-half, and that they were uncles to the Prophet Joseph Smith. Tradition, of course, is not reliable, but this is a peculiar story and may have some foundation.” [Note by M. Bryson: The name Jeremiah is not found in the families of the Prophet Joseph Smith. He has no uncles by that name, nor any grand uncles with that name.]
By checking extensively among members of the descendants of Jeremiah Smith and John Smith, it was discovered that the two parts of the ‘Conch’ sea shell had been brought across the plains to the Valley of the Great Salt Lake and is still in these respective families. The half that had belonged to John Smith is in the possession of John Lyman Smith II in Oakley, Idaho. The other half is in the possession of a descendant of Jeremiah Smith, Jesse Lorin Smith of West Covina, California (1959).
In the summer of 1959 these two pieces of that lovely Conch shell were brought together and matched perfectly. Originally, the shell consisted of two spiral-shaped shells joined together at the spiral point, like Siamese twins. They were used at times as a trumpet, fog horns, and to send warning signals of danger. The tone is still loud and shrill.
This trumpet-like shell was blown as an emergency signal at the time of the death of Thomas Sasson Smith, 1 July 1890, at his home in Wilford, Bingham, Idaho, then known as Wilford Flats, a plateau rising above the Snake River in Southern Idaho. A son, Fredrick Smith, blew the horn and the sound carried to another son, Henry Smith, working several miles away. Henry, knowing something was wrong, hurried home.
[In history in possession of Sarah Ann Smith Collett, Lewiston, Idaho, this account is given: John Lyman Smith (1st cousin of the Prophet Joseph, brother of George A. Smith) coming from St. George and family visited Thomas and Amanda as they came to settle in the area in 1885. Amanda had invited them over for a few days until they were able to get things established. The strangest thing happened as they picked up Thomas’ father’s conch shell to close the door. They came over and inspected it carefully and seemed shocked. Then they hurriedly rushed out the door to their wagon and brought in a beautiful family treasure, a conch shell, that had been carefully wrapped for safe keeping. One was battered and dusty from being used as a door stop and the other was a perfect specimen. We put the two conch shells together only to find that where the shells had been cut so long ago there was a perfect match. Each of these conch shells also had matching family traditions of how two brothers, sailing in the West Indies, sawed a twin conch shell in two and took the pieces home as a symbol of their love and brotherhood which they desired to pass down to their descendants.]
MARRIAGE OF THOMAS SASSON SMITH AND POLLY CLARK
On 13 February 1837, in Conneaut, Ashtabula, Ohio, Thomas Sasson Smith married Polly Clark, who was born 29 September 1817, in Woodbridge, New Haven, Connecticut, a daughter of William Fowler Clark and Alma Downs. Polly was the only member of her father’s family to join the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. It must have required a great deal of faith and courage to leave her loved ones and a comfortable home, where every advantage of that time was available to her, if she would give up the unpopular religion she had espoused.
Polly never wavered in her testimony and devotion, but remained faithful to her Church to the end of her days.
To Thomas and Polly were born seven children:
1. William Fowler Smith, born 16 June 1838, died 20 June 1847.
2. Jeremiah Smith, born 15 May 1840, died 27 May 1840.
3. Alma Janette Smith, born 7 September 1843, at Bertrand, Berrien, Michigan, died 3 March 1917, married Thomas Abbott.
4. Alvira Evellette Smith, born 16 December 1846 at Council Bluffs, Pottawattomie, Iowa, died 19 February 1909, married Alley Stephen Rose.
5. Thomas Edwin Smith, born 22 June 1850, Farmington, Davis, Utah, died 22 May 1916; married Elizabeth Ann Udy.
6. Polly Estella Smith, born 18 April 1853, Farmington, Davis, Utah, died 12 December 1882, married Jacob Moroni Secrist.
7. Florence Adelia Smith, born 5 October 1855, Farmington, Davis, Utah, died May 1895, married Heber Nephi Secrist.
THOMAS AND POLLY SMITH IN MICHIGAN
Sometime after their marriage in Conneaut, Thomas and Polly moved to Bertrand, Berrien, Michigan, where their third child was born. Whether their first two children were born in Conneaut, Ohio or Bertrand, Michigan has not been established. One source states the first three children were born in Bertrand. [The family was living in Bertrand in the 1840 Census with one son. Their second son having been born and died just a month or two prior to the census being taken.]
We know that Thomas’ father and mother, Jeremiah and Abigail Smith, were living in Ashtabula Co., Ohio between 1833 and 1836 for two of their children were born there. It would be interesting to know how Thomas and Polly met, but we know they were brought together by a Divine Providence.
The Jeremiah Smith family was living in Bertrand, Berrien, Michigan where their last child was born in 1840. Two years later Thomas’ father, Jeremiah Smith died, 23 August 1842.
It is very probable that the missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints taught them the newly established Gospel there in Michigan for in the JOURNAL HISTORY we read of a conference being held in Florence, St. Joseph, Michigan (not far from Berrien Co.) June 7, and 8, 1845 at which Thomas Sasson Smith, a Priest was present. He had been baptized 15 June, 1844 by Elder R. D. Sprague. He was ordained a Priest at Augusta, Berrien, Michigan. The JOURNAL HISTORY states there was a branch of the Church in Bertrand, Berrien, Michigan with 18 members.
[Elders George Albert Smith, Wilford Woodruff, Charles C. Rich, Samuel Bent, and David Fullmer from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints were holding a conference in Kalamazoo, Michigan. Thomas heard them and believed their words. There were already 126 members of the Church in the Kalamazoo area. He knew what these men spoke was of God. He was baptized 15 Jun 1844. It was only a couple of weeks later that those apostles who converted him left Michigan. They had received word that the Prophet Joseph Smith had been martyred in Carthage, Illinois. There was a lot of persecution going on and all the Saints in Michigan that could were counseled to move to Nauvoo to gain strength and support from each other and to help finish the temple. (History of the Church, and Michigan Mormons, Sheila Jessop)]
We do not have the date when Polly Smith was baptized but we find a rebaptism date February 1849.
Thomas’ widowed Mother, Abigail DeMont Smith, also accepted the gospel. She was baptized in Nauvoo, Illinois in July 1845.
The spirit of gathering touched the hearts of the Smiths for they left their home in Michigan to move to Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois, in 1845, to cast their lot with the persecuted, driven Saints. Their Prophet and Patriarch had been murdered and it would not be long before they would be driven from their beautiful city.
While in Nauvoo, Thomas was ordained a Seventy, 28 January 1846. (B 5 5th Quorum of Seventy page 106.) In January 1846, Thomas and Polly realized their hearts’ desire by going into the Nauvoo Temple and receiving their endowments.
Death had claimed their second child, Jeremiah, 12 days after his birth in 1840. But Thomas and Polly with their 8 year-old son, William Fowler and 3 year-old Alma Janette were among those persecuted Saints who were driven from their homes in Nauvoo and the surrounding branches of the Church in the dead of Winter February 1846. These law abiding citizens were fleeing from civilization’s boundaries at the demands of a state governor to face hostile Indians, sub-zero weather, privations and suffering beyond description. “Your cause is just but I can do nothing for you,” words spoken by a President of the United States, must have rung in the ears of those outcasts for a long time.
They crossed the Mississippi River over to an almost trackless area and camped a few miles from its banks. Snow had to be shoveled before tents, if they had them, could be set up. Many had no tents and tried to find shelter in wagon boxes, or even on the snow-packed ground under the wagons. These suffering exiles knew that their comfortable homes in Nauvoo, if they had not been burned, were sheltering lawless people while they shivered in the bitter cold.
Yet despite hardships and suffering they could dance at night on the trodden snow and sing hymns of praise to their Creator. They had Faith that their leader, Brigham Young, would be inspired to lead them to a land where they could worship God and establish His Church.
[“The trail to the first encampment, called Sugar Creek had mud so deep it took a double team of oxen to pull the wagons thru in places. I suspect we will see deplorable conditions with the spring thaw. Our provisions and supplies are insufficient for a trek to the Rocky Mountains. Jonathan, Richard and I (Thomas) will probably have to leave the family at some point to look for needed supplies. Our Spirits are high, despite the circumstances. It’s sure a delight to dance with Polly as the fiddle plays the new something: ‘The Upper California.’” (Church History in the Fullness of Times, p 310.)]
We next find Thomas, Polly, and their family at Kanesville, (now Council Bluffs) Iowa, where their fourth child was born, 16 December 1846. They named her Alvira Evelette. What kind of shelter did this brave, little mother have in that lonely wilderness? Whose kind hands ministered to her in her hours of travail and then placed her tiny daughter in her arms to shelter her from the cold of that December day? This we know--those noble Pioneers had learned to share each others burdens and sorrows as well as their joys. No people ever lived who heeded the commandment to “love thy neighbor as thyself” more consistently than did those outcasts.
The main body of the Church was now at Winter Quarters, preparing for the move west as soon as the weather permitted. Some of the men and boys were working away from their “homes” trying to earn money or foodstuffs to build up their scanty supplies. Wagons and teams must be had. Blacksmiths were busy repairing wagons. Women were making clothes, knitting stockings, making or repairing tents and wagon covers. Quilts had to be made from scraps of cast-off clothing. Winter Quarters was a veritable beehive of activities that Winter of 1846-47.
There was much suffering among them due to exposure, lack of food, and the countless hardships they had endured. Over six hundred died and were buried at Winter Quarters.
Where the Smiths were when their first-born son, William Fowler, died was not recorded, but his death came 20 June 1847, at 9 years of age. The lonely little grave had to be left behind when the heavy-hearted parents commenced their tortuous thousand-mile journey across the plains with ox teams drawing the covered wagon loaded with all that remained of their earthly possessions. Of their four precious children two remained to cheer their hearts during that endless trek, Alma Janette and baby Alvira Evelette. They arrived in the Salt Lake Valley in the fall of 1848. [There is no record of Thomas’ arrival in the Pioneer Company database at www.lds.org.]
These dauntless wanderers settled in what is now Farmington, Davis, Utah, in 1849, where three more children were born to them: Thomas Edwin, Polly Estella, and Florence Adelia. Thomas built a home for his family on what is now Main Street, not far from the Farmington Cemetery on the west side of the street. A short distance from this home was the home of Abigail DeMont Smith, Thomas’ widowed mother. [The records of the North Cottonwood Ward, later renamed the Farmington Ward, show the family there, with Thomas S. Smith being rebaptized, as was common in the early days of the Church, in Feb 1849.]
This information had come, here a little, there a little, but what were his activities and accomplishments, religiously and in civic life?
An obituary in an Ogden Newspaper in 1947 gave a clue: ‘The deceased, Adelia Secrist Powell, was a granddaughter of Thomas Sasson Smith, who, it stated, was a founder of Fort Lemhi L.D.S. Mission in Idaho; of the St. Thomas Settlement of the Moapa Valley in Nevada, and a Pioneer of the upper Snake River Valley.’ This clipping was filed away. Later, an article in the Church section of the Deseret News gave a brief account of the trials and hardships encountered in settling the “Muddy” country in what is now known as the Moapa Valley. This group of colonizers was led by Thomas Sasson Smith for whom the town St. Thomas was named.
These brief statements called for a more detailed account of this great-grandfather, one of the stalwarts of this intermountain empire. He deserved to be recognized and honored by his posterity as well as the many who have benefitted by his unselfish, courageous efforts.
Some of the activities of Thomas Sasson Smith, as was the case with many of those courageous settlers, establishing a home in the Valley of the Great Salt Lake, did not always mean an end to their wanderings.
In the JOURNAL HISTORY we find a copy of a letter addressed to Thomas S. Smith in Bear Lake Valley, written by President Brigham Young, June 2, 1849. According to the letter Thomas had spent the winter there trapping for furs. President Young discussed trading Valley paper currency for the hides, providing Brother Smith lowered his price. He was asking $3 apiece for them and President Young informed him they could be obtained in the East for one half his price.
President Young expressed the hope that Brother Smith’s health was improved following a serious illness during the winter of trapping.
THE “FORTY-NINERS” IN IRON COUNTY
The following year, 1850, we find Thomas S. Smith among a group of settlers called the “Forty-Niners” who were called by Brigham Young to search for iron and coal--not for gold. These volunteers were to face the rigors of a new country in the interest of developing needed materials to build up the Church and Kingdom of the Lord. The iron supply brought across the plains was rapidly diminishing and their very survival depended upon an adequate supply.
Apostle George A. Smith was appointed leader of this mission at Fort Utah (Provo) December 15, 1850. The following day, December 16, 1850, the company left camp on the Provo River.
This was a large caravan, consisting of 120 men, 31 women, 18 children under 14 years of age, with 101 wagons, 2 carriages, 368 oxen, 100 horses, 12 mules, 164 head of cattle, 121 chickens, 14 dogs and 18 cats. There were provisions consisting of groceries, seed and feed, grain, etc., totaling 103,676 pounds.
There were also all kinds of available tools for carpenters, blacksmiths and farming equipment, nails, stoves, arms and ammunition, a cannon, 129 guns, 52 pistols and 9 swords, and 44 saddles. They arrived at Center Creek, Iron County, January 13, 1851. Cabins were built and necessary work done to establish a settlement. As soon as possible crops were planted.
Subsequent settlers brought the population in Parowan, Iron County to 360 by May of 1851.
An interesting account of the settling if Iron County is given by Milton R. Hunter in his book, BRIGHAM YOUNG THE COLONIZER, pages 178 to 194. Space will not permit a detailed account here.
Iron ore as well as coal were found but overwhelming odds were against those dauntless pioneers. Probably the most nearly insurmountable problem confronting the “FORTY-NINERS” was lack of capital for the development of the industry. Also, lack of trained men and equipment. The elements also seemed to be against them for in September 1851 a tremendous flood swept down Coal Creek, carrying bridges and dams before it. The torrent forced down huge boulders, some weighing as much as 20 to 30 tons. (From JOURNAL OF DISCOURSES 11, 281-282.)
The severe winters also added to their problems. After meeting one obstacle after another during the next few years they had to finally give up and the Deseret Iron County was forced into extinction.
The efforts of these people under such difficult circumstances, testifies to their faith, vision and determination.
In a brief history of Farmington’s FIRSTS it states that Farmington’s first choir was organized in 1851 by Bishop Bromwell in the same little log house in which the first school was held. And who else but Thomas S. Smith was the first leader? Some of the first members of that choir were Thomas’ brother, Jonathan and sister, Loretta Helen Smith, Thomas Steed, W. R. Rice, Lucy Rice and Hortense Leonard.
(In 1854 David Lemoreau arrived in Farmington and he played the flute with Samuel Cottrell the base Viol. But the choir found it difficult to harmonize with the accompaniment.)
Thomas was also active in civic affairs in those early days. He is mentioned in the DESERET NEWS, December 1852 as being a member of a legislative committee.
On August 1, 1853 he was chosen as one of the councilmen to represent Davis County in the legislative assemblies.
Thomas is also mentioned in the JOURNAL HISTORY as being on a committee with George A. Smith in the Militia.
THE SALMON RIVER MISSION
Within a few months after the first Pioneer group arrived in the Great Salt Lake Valley, exploring scouts had crossed the desert to California, both the northern and southern routes, and has gone as far north as Cache Valley. These men brought back valuable information to be utilized by President Brigham Young in his colonization program.
By the spring of 1855 there were more than eighty towns, or colonies, from Brigham City on the north to San Bernardino, California. President Young felt it was now advisable to go further into the north country.
Quoting from Brigham Young, the Colonizer, by Milton R. Hunter, page 334: “At the general conference of the Church, April 6, 1855, President Brigham Young called twenty-seven men to establish a mission ‘among the buffalo hunting Indians of Oregon Country.’ He instructed them to select a suitable location in the Indian country for the establishment of a Mormon settlement, and to teach the red men the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and the art of peace and civilization. Thomas Sasson Smith was appointed to be president of the mission. Under his direction the company assembled on the west side of the Bear River in Utah.”
This must have been a difficult decision for Thomas to make when called to this dangerous mission. His wife, Polly, was expecting their seventh child and their growing children needed the companionship of their father. But to those faithful saints the building up of the Kingdom of God must be carried on regardless of the sacrifices and hardships. The call had come through their Prophet. Thomas and the others must go. Their baby daughter, Florence Adelia, was born four months after the father left.
While camped on the shores of the Bear River the missionaries chose President Smith as their Colonel, with Francillo Durfee, Captain; William Burgess, Lieutenant; D.C. Cummings, Sergeant; and David Moore, historian and clerk of the mission. In addition to these men the company consisted of Pleasant Green Taylor, William L. Brundridge, Israel J. Clark, Charles McGary, Gilbert Belnap, George W. Hill, Charles Dalton, Ezra J. Barnard, Isaac Shepard, George R. Grant, Baldwin H. Watts, John Browning, Abraham Zundell, Joseph Perry, John Gallagher, William Bursh, David Stevens, John W. Gundell, Thomas ButterfieId, Ira Ames, Jr., William H. Batchlor, Nathaniel Leavitt, and Everett Lish.
The missionaries with a caravan consisting of eleven wagons loaded with flour, wheat, seeds, tools, guns and other supplies, seven horses, forty-six head of oxen and cattle, left 15 May 1855. They traveled northward through the Malad valley, on across the divide that separates the waters of the Pacific from those of the Great Basin. They crossed the Portneuf River at McArthur’s toll bridge, paying eleven dollars for the privilege, thence to the Snake River. In order to cross the Snake River the men had to repair an old ferry boat owned by Mr. McArthur. While repairing the boat, the missionaries baptized in the Snake River three Bannock Indians who had been traveling with them several days. These were the first converts made by this missionary group.
After following the Snake River west to what is now Idaho Falls, they veered northwesterly over thirty miles of desert. Both men and animals suffered intensely from heat and lack of water. Some of the animals were left by the wayside. After almost perishing, the dust-covered men reached a stream they called Spring Creek (now Birch Creek) filled some barrels with water and retraced their steps some distance to take water to the famished animals they had left.
While crossing the desert the missionaries met a Bannock Indian named Mattinger, and three other natives who were headed for the Salmon River. The missionaries were urged by Mattinger to locate on the Salmon and were guided in that course several days. After showing them the Salmon River Pass, the Indians hurried on ahead to inform the tribe of the approach of the Mormons.
Upon learning that the Salmon River was the fishing grounds for several tribes of Indians, President Smith decided to locate there. On June 12 they were met by the chief, Sow-woo-koo of the Bannocks who, with his wife and child had ridden seventy-five miles on horseback to welcome them and persuade them to settle near his tribe and teach them how to work. The Indians often suffered from lack of food and wanted to learn how to farm. However, since the Indians were by nature indolent and easily discouraged, the missionaries met with little success in teaching them to work.
Going through Salmon Pass was very difficult for there was not as much as an Indian trail. Roads had to be made in some places before the caravan could move forward.
Continuing through the pass to an upper valley of the Salmon River Basin, the head waters of the river now known as Lemhi were soon reached. Here President Smith called a halt. Selecting five men to accompany him, he proceeded about 30 miles down the stream and on the 15th of June selected a site for a fort and a tract of form land to which the main camp moved on the 18th.
With Mormon Pioneer determination, the missionaries commenced at once to make improvements. They built a blacksmith shop, sawmill, corrals and fences. An irrigation ditch ran water over the cleared land. This is said to be the first irrigation in Idaho. The walls of a stockade were made of timber one foot by twelve set on end and placed three feet in the ground. Two massive gates nine feet high and ten feet wide were hung, one at the east and the other at the west of the stockade. This stockade was named Fort Limhi (now Lemhi) in honor of a Book of Mormon character.
[Account in the Deseret News June 10, 1857 describes the area: Sandstone of an excellent quality for grindstones and a very superior chalk are found a few miles below the fort, and coal is reported about twenty-five miles below but beds have not been examined.]
Four days after their arrival, the missionaries had planted several acres of peas, potatoes, corn and turnips. These vegetables came up nicely but hordes of grasshoppers appeared late in July and ate the crops. All that was harvested by the settlers was forty-five tons of wild hay. This made it apparent to the colonists that there would be a shortage of food before spring. Eleven men were appointed by President Smith to return to the Valley of the Great Salt Lake for supplies.
This company, under the leadership of Captain John Durfee left August 13 and returned to Fort Lemhi on November 19, 1855, bringing wagons laden with flour, wheat, oats, corn, potatoes, sugar, seeds, shoes and some money. A large part of these supplies were donated by people of Davis, Weber, and Box Elder counties. In addition to the supplies came welcome mail from relatives in the valley. Five women ,and six children were with the returning group. Mrs. David Moore and daughter Louisa; Mrs. C. M. McGeary, Mrs. I. J. Clark and three children; Mrs. Francillo Durfee and three children. These women were the first white women to settle in that part of the northern country.
Sharing with the Indians resulted in running the supply of food so low it was found necessary to go back for more. A second party left in December. These men suffered greatly because of severe weather and scant provisions. They arrived in Ogden on December 26, 1855, frostbitten and very hungry. Their livestock had also suffered greatly. It was said they had left Fort Lemhi fat and sleek but by the time Utah was reached they were mere skeletons. Upon their return to Fort Lemhi in the spring they brought with them twenty-two more colonists.
Having the women with them added much to the life of the colony. They cooked as good a Christmas dinner as could be had considering the scarcity of food. The men spent the winter months of 1855-56 caring for the livestock, getting timber, building houses, and getting ready for spring work. In their spare time they studied and learned the Shoshone language. Soon they were able to talk with the natives in their own tongue.
At first the Indians seemed very honest. Later some of them began to steal food and livestock, but generally they were anxious to keep on a friendly basis with the missionaries. The first winter was exceptionally cold. Snow was 15 inches deep. By the latter part of March and first of April the men were able to commence plowing. Ninety bushels of wheat, barley, oats and peas were planted. When summer came the grasshoppers again destroyed the crops. Another expedition had to be sent to Utah for supplies.
The people of the Salmon River mission would have suffered greatly from lack of food had it not been for the abundance of fish in the river. Throughout the summer fish was the main food and they dried a supply for winter. These fish varied in size from 10 to 60 pounds. The missionaries learned from the Indians to make willow traps to catch the fish. They were sliced and hung to dry on racks above a slow fire. When thoroughly dry they were stored for winter. Wild sheep, elk, antelope and deer made a welcome addition to their food supply.
On May 15, 1856, twenty-seven men arrived from Utah, twenty-two of them were called to the mission at April Conference. President Smith had been in Farmington, Utah just prior to the April Conference for we find in the early church records he was ordained a High Priest by John W. Hess in March, 1856.
During the summer the mission was very short of flour. They lived for weeks on fish, butter and milk. Therefore, two wagon trains were sent to Utah for supplies, one in June and one in July. President Smith, who had gone in June, and eight companions returned the latter part of July; the second train arrived in the fall. Due to food shortage fourteen men were allowed to return home for the winter.
PRESIDENT BRIGHAM YOUNG VISITS THE MISSION
While in Utah on one of his trips, President Smith convinced President Brigham Young he should visit the fort. In May 1857 the missionaries were honored with a visit by President Young, accompanied by his counselors, most of the twelve apostles, and the presiding patriarch of the church. The President’s company consisted of one hundred and fifteen men, twenty-two women and five boys; with one hundred and twenty-six horses and mules, twenty-eight carriages and twenty-six wagons.
The purpose of this trip, according to President Young, was: “to visit the settlement on Salmon River, to rest their minds, to invigorate their bodies, and to examine the intervening country.” Deseret News, June 10, 1857.
Sunday, May 10, a meeting was held at Fort Lemhi at which the church officials gave many fine instructions to the missionaries. President Young complimented the elders on their work and advised them to build a fort enclosure for the livestock and machinery near the stockade. He promised the colonists that upon his return to headquarters he would send them reinforcements.
President Young and his party had made a careful study of conditions in general, fertility of soil, amount of water, and distance. They made helpful suggestions relative to the development of the settlement. At the same time President Young was uneasy in his mind over the fact that the settlement was so far from home. In case of trouble no immediate help could be provided. Later events proved his fears were well founded.
Farming, up to the time of President Young’s visit had been done on a community basis. It is probable that the men were advised by him to change their method to individual farms, for President Smith called the men together to cast lots for farm plots. It was proposed that a new fort be built about two miles from the first site and half of the men would move into it. Thus each man would have all of the land he could cultivate.
THOMAS S. SMITH MARRIES HIS SECOND WIFE 1857
During the summer of 1857 President Smith left Pleasant Green Taylor in charge of the mission while he spent some time in Farmington. It was not unusual for a small group of the colonizers to return to their homes to look after their families and business affairs. Upon their return to the Fort they took needed supplies and the mail. While in Utah Thomas Sasson Smith and Amanda Ellen Hollingshead were married in the Endowment House 16 July 1857. Amanda was born 27 July 1836 in Jobs Settlement, McDonnough, Illinois (Information found on the Temple Record Index Card). The mother died at Amanda’s birth and she was raised by Mrs. Dicy Perkins. (A brief sketch of Amanda is given later.)
During President Smith’s absence there was trouble with the Indians, caused to a great extent by soldiers from Johnston’s army, who had been sent into the north country to buy horses and cattle for the Army. These men had purposely stirred up the Indians against the missionaries which made the Indians hostile and suspicious. There was also trouble among the different tribes. Upon his return to the Fort in October 1857 President Smith and others seemed to be successful in quieting the Indians.
On October 17, 1857 another company arrived consisting of thirty-two men, fourteen women, three boys and twelve young children, with twenty-five wagons, ninety-two oxen, twenty-seven cows and some young stock. At this time the settlement reached its maximum population of one hundred people. They were comfortably housed and well clothed, a bounteous harvest assured them of food for all. There was no serious illness among them, which was most fortunate as they were so far from any help. At the close of 1857 conditions were very favorably for a permanent Mormon community.
Missionaries had baptized a number of the Indians and were on friendly terms with the natives. A few of them had become farmers, otherwise there was little change in their habits. Due to trouble among the different tribes the Indians were at times sullen and distrustful.
In October ten men with eight wagons loaded with salmon left Fort Lemhi for Utah, the last company to leave in 1857.
INDIANS ATTACK THE FORT
In spite of the favorable conditions at the beginning of 1858, in less than two months the fort was attacked by Indians and most of their stock driven away. Why this sudden change in the feelings of the Indians toward the missionaries who had been so kind to them? It is quite well established that the cause of the sudden Indian outbreak was based on the fact that the U. S. soldiers under General Albert S. Johnston, who were camped near Fort Bridger in the winter of 1857-58 were influencing the Indians at that time to commit all manner of depredations upon the Mormons. It was claimed by parties who were familiar with conditions, that officers of the army were offering the Indians a certain amount of money for every Mormon scalp they could secure. As a result of false tales spread by evil-minded persons, together with lies told the Indians by one John Powell, a white man who had married an Indian squaw, and lived with the Indians, their attitude and feelings toward the white men greatly changed. When Powell saw that the Indians were planning to attack the settlement he came to warn them, but President Smith considered this was just another of Powell’s lies and little attention was paid to the report.
In January of 1858 the Indians commenced to act in an insolent and treacherous manner. On February 15, a young Indian stole President Smith’s horse. He was overtaken by a posse. The horse was recovered and the Indian scolded for his conduct. Then the Indian put on his war cap, mounted his horse and told them he was going to tell the soldiers. A small detachment of U. S. soldiers were at Beaver Head, not far from Fort Lemhi, where they were buying stock for the army at Fort Bridger.
On the morning of February 15th, the men at the Fort were about their usual activities. President Smith and four of the men were getting timber, some were at the lower fort getting hay, some plowing or doing repair work. George McBride, Andrew Quigley, Orson Rose, and
Fountain Welch were looking after a herd of 300 cattle that were grazing in the hills. About 10 a.m. the Indians began to swarm into the vicinity. David Moore wrote: “The hills on both sides of the river were black with Indians. They rode in the direction of the herd of cattle. George McBride dashed over the hill and down among the Indians in a courageous attempt to turn the cattle back. He turned back 2 or 3 small bands while they were firing at him. He fell from his horse and the Indians scalped him.” (From the souvenir program given at the dedication of the monument at Fort Lemhi 1950.)
L. W. Shurtliff wrote: February 25, 1858; “The Indians . . . killed two of our men, stole our stock and left us in deplorable condition. Those killed were George McBride and James Miller. Wounded were President Thomas S. Smith, Haskell V. Shurtliff, Andrew Quigley, Fountain Welsh and Oliver Robinson.”
President Thomas S. Smith wrote March 8, 1858; “Some Indians brought back 25 head of cattle, they made out that they were all very innocent and wanted to make friends.”
While trying to save the stock President Smith was fired upon by six warriors. One bullet passed through his suspenders and lodged in his horse’s jaw. The horse lurched and threw its rider off. While he was remounting a bullet passed through his right arm. President Smith and his companion Ezra Barnard succeeded in reaching the fort without further difficulties.
Several of the Mormons hid in the brush while the savages made the attack. Later they carried Fountain Welch into the fort. Welch had been shot in the back, stripped of his clothing, robbed of his gun and struck over the head, but he was still alive.
During the attack the inhabitants of the lower fort were on their way to Fort Lemhi when they met the warriors. They were fired upon, wounded were L. W. Shurtliff and Oliver Robinson. James Miller was killed. All except the dead man were able to escape, but the Indians took the oxen and burned the outfit.
When night came six missionaries were missing from the fort. President Smith sent out a searching party while the rest stood guard and cared for the wounded. McBride and Miller, both dead, and Andrew Quigley, who had been wounded in the shoulder and beaten over the
head, were brought into the fort.
James Miller and George McBride were buried in the same grave at the fort. The day after the attack all who could were employed in building on additional bastion and in strengthening the fort. On February 28 they were called together to decide on the best method of procedure. To their credit they were not in favor of leaving the mission, even under such dangerous conditions, until they were officially released to return home. It was decided to send messengers to Salt Lake City. B. H. Watts and E. J. Barnard were chosen and left on horseback a little after dark. The men left at the fort were organized into four units under captains to guard the fort. An inventory showed that twenty-nine horses and two hundred fifty cattle had been taken, but a herd of forty oxen had been overlooked. Seventeen head of cattle returned to the fort, and twenty-eight were regained.
“It was learned by President Smith that Mr. Powell had come to the Indians camp two days before the attack and incited the Indians to the deed by telling them the Mormons were going to take their stock and kill them.” This, so President Smith states, was made known to him after the attack by friendly Indians.
It was estimated by the missionaries that the mission cost about $2000 dollars worth of money and labor. All this property destruction, loss of livestock and the tragic death of three missionaries, was through the wicked devices of the Mountaineer U.S. Troops. The United States government seemed to be ever trying to destroy those persecuted Saints.
“The coming of Johnston’s Army to Utah caused President Young to send a proclamation to all outlying forts and settlements that they had best come back to Utah so that they might be protected. Accordingly, relief parties were organized to go to the aid of the missionaries in the Salmon River country. B. H. Watts organized an express party of seven men to rush to the aid of the embattled fort. They reached the mission on March 21st with orders to evacuate.
“Governor Brigham Young summoned the colonel of the Territorial Militia, Col. Cunningham, and told him to organize a company of one hundred men and 10 baggage wagons. This company with Captain Horton D. Haight in command, reached the fort five days later than the Watts company.” TREASURES OF PIONEER HISTORY, Vol. 5, pages 25-26.
The settlers were aided by the Relief Expedition in gathering up their few remaining cattle and preparing to abandon Fort Lemhi. Old Chief Snagg and a number of his tribe who were friendly to the Mormons were at the fort when preparations were being made to leave. President Smith gave them 1,000 bushels of wheat. The old Chief and his followers wept as the missionaries left.
On March 11, eleven men were sent in advance of the main body to inform the Church leaders of conditions following the attack. Four days later while crossing the Portneuf River they were attacked by a group of savages. W. Bailey Lake was shot in the head and killed while trying to cross the stream. Lake’s companions protected themselves by hiding in the willows. No damage was done to the Indians but two of the Mormon’s horses were killed, another horse and a mule wounded and seventeen horses escaped, leaving ten men with only six horses. They made their way to Salt Lake City as best they could, arriving early in April. The main body of missionaries left Fort Lemhi on March 27, 1858 accompanied by the militia. Snow was deep, making the journey very difficult, and there was much suffering.
David Moore wrote; “27 Mar. Henry Harmon’s wife gave birth to a baby girl. Susan Marlow was confined Mar. 28.”
Israel Clark wrote; “2 Apr. 1858, Israel Clark’s wife gave birth to a girl this morning.”
Pleasant G. Taylor; “April 1858 We were all called home after a labor of 3 years. Much has been done among the Indians in the short time.”
Thus ended the famous Salmon River Mission, one of the most dangerous missions ever to be performed among the Indians in the north. Most of the land cultivated is now included in the Lemhi Indian Reservation. It is about 20 miles above the point where the Lemhi River runs into the main Salmon River at Salmon City, 125 miles northwest of Market Lake, 379 miles the way the expedition traveled, northwest of Salt Lake City, Utah.
COLONISTS ADDED TO PIONEER GROUP
Thomas Mabbott James Allred Washington Barber
Joseph Bain William Bard Laclonius Barnard
John Blanchard John Bloxum Thomas Bloxum
Thomas Bingham Jonathan Brown Joseph Brown
Clifton S. Browning Thomas Corless Jesse T. Clark
Henry A. Cleveland Henry R. Cleveland Stephen Cleen and wife;
Reuben Callett Sylvanus Collett Ben Culer
John L. Dalton Thomas Day Owen Dix
Stephen Green Hathron C. Hadlock James Hadlock
Milton D. Hammond Joseph Harper Henry Harmon and wife
Martin H. Harris Alexander Hill William Bailey Lake
John Leavitt Richard B. Margetts William Morler and wife
Charles F. Middleton Fred A. Miller Jacob Miller
James T. Miller Frank Moreland John Murdock
George McBride James McBride Wallace McIntyre
Henry Nebeker William Perkins William Perry and wife
John Preece Andrew Quigley Ebenezer Robinson
Oliver Robinson Orson H. Rose William M. Shaw
Haskell V. Shurtliff Lewis W. Shurtliff Henry Smith and wife
Jesse Smith and wife William Smith and wife Levi Taylor and wife
William Taylor and wife James Walker Pardon Webb
Fountain Welch James Wilcox Thomas Workman
Amos Wright, interpretor Dr. Merrill D. Beal
Sources: Family histories and records;
BRIGHAM YOUNG THE COLONIZER by Milton R. Hunter;
Dedication of Fort Lemhi Monument Souvenir Program;
TREASURES OF PIONEER HISTORY by Kate B. Carter. DESERET NEWS
TEMPLE RECORDS Index Bureau
EARLY FARMINGTON, (UTAH) Ward records;
WILFORD (Idaho) Ward records;
CHURCH CHRONOLOGY by Andrew Jensen
ESSENTIALS IN CHURCH HISTORY by Joseph Fielding Smith
THE MUDDY MISSION
During the next six years we find the name of Thomas Sasson Smith appearing frequently on the Farmington Ward records where he had participated in blessing of children, baptisms, confirmations and ordinations. By this we know that he had been permitted to spend much of that time with his families.
Six years after the abandonment of the Salmon River Mission, Thomas Sasson Smith was again called to preside over a group of colonizers. This time his destination was the Southlands, where he would be facing intense heat, sand storms, flash-floods, and malaria breeding swamps instead of extreme cold, mountains and snow. There would, however, again be Indians and part of his assignment, as in the Northland, was to preach to the natives and teach them better methods of farming.
It was at the semi-annual conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints held in October 1864, that a large number of missionaries were called by President Brigham Young to proceed with their families to the Southern Mission. This mission at that time was Iron and Washington Counties and President Young directed the missionaries to settle on the Muddy River. The Mission would connect St. George and Call’s Landing on the Colorado. This Mission was also called the “Cotton Mission,” as the colonizers were instructed to plant cotton, thus making the Saints less dependent upon others for cotton fabrics.
Although the call had come to these men in October, it was the latter part of December before any were ready to leave and then only eleven men, three women and a few children had started out.
Again Polly, the first wife of Thomas Sasson Smith was to remain at their home at Farmington, Utah to care for their three children who were still at home. Her daughters, Alma Janette and Alvira Evelette had married and were living in Farmington, which made it possible for them to see each other often. Thomas Edwin was 14 years of age, Polly Estella 11, and Florence Adelia 9 when their father left.
Thomas and his second wife, Amanda Ellen, were parents of three small children, born in Farmington, when he received his call to preside over the Muddy Mission. They were: Jesse Lucius, born 3 Jan. 1859, (died 28 January 1934, married Sarah Ellen Walker); Richard DeMont, born 8 October 1860, (died 1 February 1910, married Eveline Mariah Moos or Mousseau); and Cynthia Ellen, born 10 May 1863, (died 15 February 1947, married Edward Arthur Smith). Amanda and the children accompanied Thomas on this hazardous journey.
Their fourth child, Frederick Thomas, was born 28 December 1865 at St. Thomas, Lincoln (now Clark) Nevada, (died 5 April, 1935, married Sarah Ann Higbee).
Of the trip from Salt Lake City to St. George, Utah, little has been recorded, but the roads were well marked and comparatively safe, therefore traveling in small groups was not unusual.
After a brief rest in St. George, this small group started out for their new home on the Muddy river, arriving there on January 8, 1865. They traveled over the mountains to Beaver Creek, where it joins the Virgin River, then west to what is now known as Bunkerville, and over the thirty mile mesa desert to the Muddy River. [Eleven brethren and three sisters were in this first group. The brethren were Thomas S. Smith, Andrew S. Gibbon (interpreter), William J. Johnstun, Joseph Koesler, George Noble, Henry Fonley, George Jackson Robert H?, William Harris, Enoch Harris, Heber Hubbard, and John Bankhead.]
This stream they followed in a southerly direction to within a few miles of its junction with the Virgin River below the present site of St. Thomas. (This is now under the waters of Lake Mead.) This was their first settlement. (This information is shown by an old survey of the lower Muddy.)
A townsite, which they named St. Thomas for President Thomas Sasson Smith, was laid out with 85 lots of one acre each, the same number of 5 acre farms and 2½ acre plots for vineyards. There were ten lots to a block with streets six rods wide between the blocks. However, the colonists were not satisfied with this first townsite and in December 1865, it was moved to its permanent site and a new survey was made.
Though small in number, this colony accomplished a great deal through their united efforts and their strong faith. They cleared land, dug irrigation canals and planted their first crop of grain. As soon as it was harvested the ground was planted to cotton, thus two crops could be raised each season. Their harvest was small, therefore flour had to be obtained elsewhere for these hungry colonizers. Six of the original groups returned to Salt Lake City to attend to their business affairs and to get their families. They and about thirty-five more men, most of whom brought their families, arrived in April 1865. They brought flour and other badly needed supplies.
Erastus Snow, President of the Southern mission, paid a visit to the Muddy division of the mission in April 1865. In his report he told of finding at least 1,600 acres of meadow grass, or “Timothy hay” at two different sites that was ready to cut, thus providing feed for their livestock. He found 900 acres of land that had been surveyed, 600 of which had been allotted to the settlers .
While the call to the Muddy Mission had been made in October of 1864, it was May of 1865 before all of those called had been able to get there. With the coming of more settlers there were between 45 and 50 families at St. Thomas, therefore it was decided to settle the townsite selected by President Snow. A branch of the St. Thomas Ward, over which President Smith presided, was organized with Joseph Warren Foote appointed to preside. In honor of President Foote, this townsite was named St. Joseph. [Note: The Foote family records list his name as only Warren Foote.] It was located about 1½ miles northeast of the present town of Overton, Nevada. It was on a sandy beach not far from the proposed millsite, where a grist mill was soon built by James Leithead. After the abandonment of this first site of St. Joseph, this site was known as Mill Point. The mill was a double building consisting of the mill built of lumber and an adobe dwelling house.
As protection from the Indians, forts were built at St. Thomas and the newly located St. Joseph. Dwellings lined the inside of the fort. Public corrals were built for the protection of the livestock.
This part of the southern Mission was also known as the Cotton Mission. Realizing the need for experienced cotton growers, converts to the L.D.S. Church from the Southern States were called to this new settlement. In December of 1865 a number of experienced cotton growers, blacksmiths and millers arrived, bringing the population to between 100 and 150. The extreme heat caused some of them to become discouraged and they moved north again as soon as they could.
Andrew S. Gibbons, a pioneer of 1847 wrote a letter dated November 13, 1865 which was printed in the Deseret News. He wrote in part; “There is everything to encourage the settlement of the valley; the season is at least two months longer than at Santa Clara and the Upper Virgin. But they want men to settle here who will not be bluffed off by warm weather. Mr. Preston Lamb has picked one acre of cotton six times, each picking yielding about 200 lbs., and he expects to get 300 lbs. more off the same patch this year. Cotton will grow . . .on mineral lands where nothing else will grow.”
“We have raised (some) sugar cane, some corn which was mostly stolen by the Indians. We feel the lack of timber. . . .need men of energy and perseverance to make the settlement highly prosperous.”
Prices in the Southern Mission at that time: Flour sold for $20.00 to $25.00 per 100 lbs., corn meal $15.00 per 100 lbs., shorts [salt ?] $10.00 per 100 lbs., wheat $5.00 per bu., molasses $4.00 per gal., cotton $10.00 per 100 lbs. [There were salt deposits very near these settlements.]
By March of 1866 the first mill on the Muddy was completed. A letter from John Perkins to the Deseret News dated February 1866 stated, in part: “We are located on the Muddy six miles above St. Thomas and two miles below St. Joseph at a point where Bro. Simmons is putting in a grist mill. He has it so far completed as to grind wheat, corn and salt. Cotton grown on the Muddy last season was ginned by this mill power . . . over 5,000 lbs. of ginned cotton was grown on the Muddy last year.” signed John Perkins.
Efforts were made on the Muddy, as at Las Vegas, to instruct the Indians in better methods of farming, and the first season some acreage was planted for this purpose. But the Indians, always suspicious of the white man, and rightly so, seemed to resent the efforts of the settlers. It was reported that the Indians pulled up about 30 acres of wheat that had been planted for them in 1866. In the spring of 1866, 32 head of livestock consisting of horses, mules and cattle, were stolen near St. Joseph and were never recovered.
Cooking at the settlements was done mostly in Dutch ovens over camp fires and the Indians often stole the food before it was done. These conditions had made the building of the forts at St. Thomas and St. Joseph a necessity. By strengthening their forts the settlers had little trouble with the Indians during the winter of 1866 and 1867.
During August of 1866 the settlers experienced their first floods caused by flash storms. However they were to experience damages due to subsequent floods.
PRESIDENT THOMAS SASSON SMITH RELEASED
Due to ill health President Smith was released from his office as President of the Muddy Mission in October 1866. Sustained to succeed him was James Leithead, President, Joseph W[arren]. Foote and Andrew S. Gibbons, Counselors, and J. J. Fuller, Clerk of the Mission.
Thomas was also released from his office as Bishop of the St. Thomas Ward. His faithful wife, Amanda was by his side during his illness, being nurse, caring for their four small children and looking after the livestock and farm. By 1868 Thomas was able to return to Farmington, but he never fully recovered from the ravages of Malaria. [Thomas had returned to Farmington before Dec 1868. The St. Thomas Census for that month shows the Thomas S. Smith family, with no adult males, 1 female, 2 male children, 1 female child. It appears either Jesse or Richard were not with their mother in St. Thomas at that time. One note in the St. Thomas Ward Record indicates he had returned to Utah in Jun 1867.]
As soon as possible after the colonists arrived at St. Thomas they commenced digging a canal which took two years to complete. Their equipment consisted of shovels, spades, picks, and back-breaking toil. The first canal was two miles long, four feet wide, and two feet deep. After the settling of St. Joseph, a canal was made from St. Joseph to St. Thomas which was not completed until 1869. Two purposes were served by this canal. It carried water to the settlements and also drained the swamp lands that had caused so much illness among the settlers. This project was ten miles long, six feet wide and two and one half feet deep.
Other canals were made but some had to be abandoned because of the drifting sand which would fill them up. When the Muddy Mission was deserted in 1871, more than 18 miles of main canals and a number of smaller ones were being used by the settlers.
(Note: After resettlement in the 1880's the Muddy River in this area was rechanneled to the western side of the valley, thus causing the malaria breeding swamps to dry up and making possible farming of the land.)
Excerpts from a sketch of the life of Milessa Jane Lambson Davis printed in the Relief Society Magazine October 1936 give a vivid picture of the problems and privations that faced these faithful colonizers: “In the early days in Utah, President Brigham Young frequently ‘called’ a group of families to go to some designated place and make their home there. . . . Some of these ventures did not succeed. Among the few failures was the venture on which the Davis family was called. The country during the summer was very hot and dry. Rains . . . came in late summer after long periods of dryness, in the form of cloud bursts, causing floods. . . .
“Conditions were very primitive. Their bedroom was a wagon box, their kitchen a cone-shaped enclosure made by driving stakes, into the ground and weaving willows through them. It had a door with hinges but no windows. It was patterned after the Indian wickiup.’
“Food was scarce. Some lived on wild sego roots. . . . The heat was so intense that Sister Davis had to wrap wet cloths about her head to endure it. . . . Some came down with the ague and had chills every other day. Many were left wholly destitute when the floods swept away their crops. . . . President Young released the settlers from their call . . . and told them to move wherever they wanted to go. The Davis family returned to Salt Lake City and were helped by their relatives.”
SOME OF THE REASONS FOR ABANDONING THE MISSION
Fire, causing a great deal of damage was a contributing factor in the abandonment of the Muddy settlements. Alma H. Bennett reported to President Erastus Snow and President Joseph W. Young a devastating fire August 19, 1866: “Yesterday between one and two o’clock p.m., a fire broke out in our place, doing great damage, burning up 19 rooms and nearly all of the contents. It commenced on the east side of the fort at Brothers D.P. Mill’s and William Streeper’s, destroying everything in their houses; also one wagon of Bro. Streeper’s loaded with clothing, flour, etc. They saved nothing but what they had on. . . .Brothers Chaffin, Gibson, and Cahoon are left nearly destitute--clothing, flour, dishes--everything they had . . . was consumed. The amount of damage is great . . . several thousands of dollars.
“The wind blew a swift gale . . . everything being dry . . . the fire only lasted about one half hour. All the men but two were out at work and could not render assistance. Fortunately no lives were lost. It has left us in a critical condition. . . . Several of the brothers who are on visits north are heavy losers. Cause of fire: some small boys went out to make a fire to roast potatoes back of Brother Miles’ and Brother Streeper’s houses.” signed Alma H. Bennett.
Also burned was the cotton gin belonging to Lewis R. Chaffin. Within a few days after the fire several wagons loaded with food, clothing etc. had been collected from settlers from St. George, Santa Clara, and Washington, and was on the way to the destitute neighbors at St. Joseph. These contributions added to what could be obtained from other settlers on the Muddy, was sufficient to maintain the settlers until their next harvest. This demonstration of brotherly love and compassion must have also given those unfortunate Saints the needed courage to try again. What a demonstration of fulfilling the Savior’s commandment to “Love thy neighbour as thyself.”
An article appearing in the Church Section of the Deseret News May 21, 1960 gave a brief account of events that finally caused the abandonment of the Muddy Mission. Quoted in part; “Indians, floods, drought, fire and other calamities caused the abandonment of various settlements of Mormon Pioneers at one time or another. But the towns of St. Thomas and St. Joseph on the Muddy River and Panaca, a little farther north were stricken fatally by an entirely different plague--taxes. Not that the Muddy Mission was free from other discouragements. Indians . . . not particularly hostile . . . helped themselves to whatever they saw and wanted. . . . (There were) insect pests, crop failures, disease, intense heat and other troubles. The greatest obstacle . . . in the first place was its inaccessibility. There was a choice of two routes; the hot barren desert or the road along the stream with its innumerable crossings, each of which was a threat to life and property. Either was a nightmare. In spite of these drawbacks, the Church leaders felt the valley was suited to the cultivation of cotton which was being promoted by them in Utah’s Dixie area. Also . . . the settlements on the Muddy would serve as a way station on the proposed immigration route up the Colorado River and over the old Spanish trail into Utah . . . therefore . . . President Brigham Young (had) called a company of settlers to the Muddy . . . who arrived January 8, 1865. About the same time other settlers were moving westward from St. George to found the towns of Panaca . . . and Overton.
“The settlers found that wheat sown in the spring withered under intense heat. . . . (They had) varying success with their cotton crops . . . but always had difficulty in marketing them. There was no timber in the valley for the construction of homes. Lumber had to be hauled at great expense over hazardous roads from Pine Valley. Malaria took a toll of lives . . . the settlers began to lose heart under all of the obstacles.
“In January 1867, a delegation of bishops from Washington and Iron Counties were sent . . . to investigate conditions on the Muddy. One recorded they had to cross the river 38 times between Beaver Dam and St. Thomas. They found the people discouraged and apathetic. As a result of their findings 158 men were called to strengthen the Muddy settlements at October Conference 1867. Only 25 or 30 had reached the Muddy by the following spring. Many were soon in dire circumstances . . . one report; ‘Many are nearly naked for clothing. We can sell nothing we have for money; the cotton . . . what there is, seems to be our only help in that direction.’
‘With the settlers struggling along under these conditions, the final blow fell in 1870. Congress took one degree of territory from the western borders of Utah and Arizona, adding it to Nevada. The farmers of the Muddy Valley and Panaca found themselves in counties dominated by booming mining settlements.”
Taxes and boundary problems did not suddenly strike the colonies without warning. Arizona claimed that these new settlements were in Pahiute County, Arizona. The citizens were informed of an election for the county to be held on September 4, 1865. Little notice was taken to this announcement by the settlers.
In May 1866 Nevada received, by an Act of Congress, all of the portion of Arizona west of longitude 114° which lay between the Colorado River and California, consisting of over 31,000 square miles. One degree was taken from Utah and added to Nevada in January 1867.
Pahiute County, Arizona moved its county seat to St. Thomas and transactions were still carried on by Arizona officials. Protests sent from political leaders of Arizona to Congress were of no avail. The settlers could see it was impossible for them to remain under Arizona jurisdiction. But, they hoped, although one degree had been taken from western Utah, their settlements would be found in Utah. Consequently the Utah Legislature created Rio Virgin County from the western portion of Washington County.
However, there was little doubt in the minds of the Nevada officials as to where the boundary line would be when the survey was made. The eastern boundary of Lincoln County, Nevada was not established until 1869, although the county had found the line 30 miles east of the Muddy. Hiko, county seat of Lincoln County, was a great distance from the Muddy towns. Due to this distance, very poor roads as well as the unidentified boundary line, attempts at assessing and collecting taxes were not made until 1869. At this time Lincoln County officials tried to collect, not only for the current year, but for the three years since the county had been given that portion in 1866. Utah’s Rio Virgin county tax levy was 3/4 mill and could be paid in produce. The tax levy in Lincoln County was four or five times as high and by an act approved by Nevada Legislature in 1869, must be paid in cash.
When President Brigham Young visited the settlements on the Muddy in the latter part of 1869 he expressed doubt as to their ability to cope with these conditions.
Some of the settlers did not wish to abandon their homes as considerable progress toward establishing permanent homes had been made. However, their immediate concern was the dire need for clothing and implements. Losses sustained in the floods and the fire at St. Joseph made it almost impossible to carry on as there was no cash market for their crops.
RESOLVE TO ABANDON THE MUDDY
Joseph W. Young and Richard Bently, presiding authorities of the Southern Mission, arrived at the settlement on December 19, 1870 to deliver a message to the settlers from President Brigham Young. A meeting was called for the next day at which the message was read. President Young gave his permission to abandon the Muddy Mission if the majority of them wished to do so.
Following a long discussion a vote was called on a resolution: “Resolved that we abandon the Muddy and appoint a delegation to look out for a new settlement.” All but two of the votes cast were in favor of the move. The two who chose to remain in the Muddy Valley were Daniel Bonelli and his wife, former Negro servants of President Brigham Young. They later operated a ranch and ferry at Reivolle.
When President Brigham Young, who was in St. George, received the report of the meeting and the decision reached he gave his consent to the action and by the latter part of February, 1871 the colonists were ready for the exodus. Bishop James Leithead and Daniel Stark were in charge of the affairs. A few of the settlers went to Panaca, Nevada, some to Kane County, but the majority returned to their homes in the North.
U. S. Census of 1870 gives the population: St. Joseph, 193; St. Thomas, 150; West Point, 138; Overton, 119; Total 600. About 100 children were born during 1869. There were about 125 voters at the time of the exodus.
(On March 3, 1887 the government of Nevada approved the “Anti-Mormon Bill” which took away the right of franchise from all members of the Mormon Church. Later, when the bill had been appealed to the Supreme Court, it was declared unconstitutional. There were at that time 75 Mormons of voting age in Lincoln County, Nevada, 1888.)
Before the settlers left the Muddy Valley, a non-Mormon by the name of Jennings promised the Saints he would harvest the crops they had planted and give them a fair share. This promise he never kept. About 800 bushels of grain was harvested which sold for 6¢ a pound. Lumber in the buildings, hauled a distance of over 100 miles was sold for 10¢ per foot to miners who were moving into the district. The Saints received no part of the money.
Those faithful settlers left behind them the results of seven years of hard labor and sacrifice. The improvements included hundreds of acres of cleared land, much of it fenced; homes built of hand-made adobes and lumber hauled over 100 miles of hazardous roads; thousands of shade and fruit trees; thousands of grape vines and small fruit bushes. There were mills and public buildings; over 18 miles of canals and many more miles of irrigation ditches.
The death toll was high due to disease, privations, toil, and the hazards of such primitive conditions. Many of those who paid the supreme sacrifice were left in unmarked graves which are now covered by the waters of Lake Mead.
Their efforts may well have been crowned with a good measure of success but for the subtle persecutions of those who were determined to thwart their plans.
Sources: Deseret News;
CHURCH CHRONOLOGY by Andrew Jensen;
Early Church Records and various histories of Nevada
ST THOMAS Ward records
SETTLERS OF THE MUDDY VALLEY mentioned by various Writers:
Thomas Sasson Smith, wife, Amanda H. Smith and four small children.
John Swapp J. J. Fuller
Fred Kesler Samuel Clarige, his wife, and two
William Swapp small children
Jerome J[efferson]. Adams and son* Andrew Gibbons and son William
Preston Lamb Brooks Fairbanks
John Perkins Asa Sabin
Arravell Simmons David Thomas
Daniel Bonelli and his wife Donald Thomas
Joseph McFate Lyman Leavitt
Joseph W[arren] Foote Lorenzo Johnson
Charles Woodard Newton Hall
Nil Woodard John Chamberlin
James Leithead James Brinkerhoff
James (Jim) Porter John Beanica
Mr. Dummer Price Nelson
Mr. Jennings Mr. Bird
C. P. Mills Albert Wesley Davis and wife
William Streeper Melissa Jane Lambert Davis
Lewis Chaffin Mr. Twitchell and family
Mr. Gibson Appelton Harmon and family
Mr. Cahoon James Davidson and family
Elijah Billingsly Aseph Rice and two wives
George Leavitt Louisa and Mary and families
John Gillespie Daniel Stark
Royal J. Fuller
[*As Jerome Jefferson Adams had a son born in St. Thomas, his wife was also there, as well as the older children.]
LIFE IN FARMINGTON FROM 1868 to 1880
Farmington was a welcome sight to these weary wanderers after the hardships and disappointments of the Muddy Valley. Thomas received a warm welcome from his wife Polly, their children and grandchildren.
As soon as his health permitted, Thomas was again doing his part in Church as well as civic affairs. In May of 1868 he served on a committee under Chairman John W. Hess to study improving of farm conditions, the raising of better seed grain, cane and vegetables; the development of broom corn and better weed control.
They were to work toward a better understanding between Davis and Weber Counties, and also study problems regarding cattle grazing and a better way to protect property.
February 3, 1870 a meeting was held in Farmington protesting the annexation of a portion of the Territory of Utah to Idaho. In this Mass Meeting speeches were made by Hector Height, Colonel Staynor, Job Welling and Thomas S. Smith. These objections were
embodied in a message to Congress and signed by 227 citizens. However, this was another case of “Your cause is just but we can do nothing for you.”
[He spent some time in California in 1870 with his brother, Henry Smith, presumably helping him on his farm. His future son-in-law, Alley S. Rose, was also there with him.]
February 22, 1871 Davis Cooperative Stock Herd was organized at Farmington with the following committee: President Thomas S. Smith, Vice President Anson Call; Secretary, Arthur Staynor; Treasurer, W. D. Muir, and a board of directors. Thomas was also named as one appraiser of horses.
The company’s capital was $1,000,000. The committee was to try to induce cattle men to keep their stock from damaging crops and to help prevent loss of stock by thieves and neglect. JOURNAL HISTORY.
Shortly after the last named appointment, Thomas was called to serve on a mission to the Southwestern States (1871).
DEATH OF POLLY CLARK SMITH
The following year, March 24, 1872 Thomas’ lovely wife, Polly, died of pneumonia. This stout-hearted little pioneer had given her all in the service of her Church and family. She was buried in Farmington City Cemetery March 25, 1872.
Due to her husband’s many church and civic duties which took him away from home so much, a great deal of the care and training of their children became Polly’s responsibility. Her children reflected many of her sterling qualities, courage, faith, charity, high moral standards and loyal devotion to church, family and neighbors. They learned early priceless lessons in frugality and the value of work.
An example of Polly Smith’s abiding faith in God and his chosen Prophets is shown in a story told the writer by her mother, Adeline Rose Rice, Polly’s granddaughter, and reiterated by two of her grandsons, Jedediah and Frederick Abbott. Polly and Thomas were among the more fortunate pioneers in those early days who had enough flour to carry them through until the next harvest, while some of their less fortunate neighbors were in dire circumstances that winter. President Brigham Young promised Polly she would not scrape the bottom of her flour bin if she would share her flour with her destitute neighbors, until the next harvest.
With unwavering faith in the Prophet of God, Polly did as he requested, knowing full well the lives of her children depended upon that precious supply of flour. Polly testified to her children and grandchildren that her flour did miraculously last until the harvest.
President Young often stopped at the Smith home for dinner when driving to visit the northern wards. Farmington was the “halfway” stopping place for many who traveled between Ogden and Salt Lake City. While the horses were resting and eating the travelers visited and ate dinner.
President Young said that Polly Smith could prepare a good dinner in less time than any one he knew. She was an excellent cook as well.
A few years before her death Polly had the privilege of visiting her father and other relatives in the “East.” Her mother, Alma Downs Clark had died in 1850, but her father, William Fowler Clark, outlived his wife 26 years. He died July 9, 1876 in Conneaut, Ashtabula, Ohio. Upon her return home Polly brought with her some of her Mother’s beautiful linen, china and silverware which she prized highly.
Polly’s fifty-five brief years were filled with heartaches, sacrifice and toil, but she also knew the happiness and joy of an honorable family and the blessings of the restored gospel. She met life unflinchingly, one of God’s choice daughters.
THOMAS AND AMANDA’S GROWING FAMILY
Four more children were born to Thomas and Amanda after they returned to Farmington from the “Muddy” Mission. Jacob Henry, born 21 February 1872, died 1 March, 1913, married Emeline Eliza Layne; George, born and died 16 December 1874; Jonathan, born 14 May 1876, died 5 February 1943, married Capella Moore (div.); Albert, born 30 November, 1880, died in infancy.
THIRD MARRIAGE OF THOMAS SASSON SMITH
Thomas Sasson Smith and Evaline Maria Hinman Potter were married for time 16 September 1872 in the Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Utah . Evaline, widow of Gardner Godfrey Potter, was born 9 August 1829 in West Stockbridge, Massachusetts, a daughter of Lyman and Aurelia Lewis Hinman. She was married to Gardner G. Potter in December 1844 in Iowa River, Johnson, Iowa. She was sealed to Gardner 20 September 1850. Four children were born to them: Gardner Godfrey, born and died 13 March 1848 at Winter Quarters; Melvin Lyman, born 1 September 1850 Salt Lake City, Utah, died 22 April 1924, married Asenath Glover; Ernest Henry, born 3 August 1854 at Tooele, Utah, married Hannah Bourne; Monica Amelia, born 2 September 1856, Springville, Utah, died 2 November 1902, married Jacob Moroni Secrist, (Mr. Secrist’s first wife was Polly Estella Smith, daughter of Thomas and Polly Smith) .
In less than a year after the birth of her last child, Evaline’s husband was killed in Utah County in an Indian uprising.
At the time of Evaline’s marriage to Thomas her children were grown. Evaline Maria Hinman Potter Smith died in North Farmington, Davis, Utah 13 March 1903 and was buried in Farmington City Cemetery in the Smith plot.
THOMAS S. SMITH’S FOURTH COLONIZING MISSION
Retirement was unknown in those pioneering days. Thomas was in his 66th year when he was called on his last colonizing mission. This time in the Upper Snake River Valley, then called Wilford Flats, a plateau rising above the Snake River in Southern Idaho. This call came in 1883.
Again faithful Amanda chose to leave a comfortable home, fruit trees, berries, flowers and shrubs to go with her husband. Their oldest son, Jesse Lucius and their only daughter, Cynthia Ellen, were married. As there was no account given in the brief sketch, the writer does not know if all four of the rest of their children accompanied them. Richard DeMont was 23 years of age, Frederic Thomas 18, Jacob Henry 11 and Jonathan 7 when the Smiths moved to Idaho. We do know Thomas and Amanda established a home where Thomas lived the rest of his life . [Richard Demont Smith also went to Wilford and to Canada in 1902. Fred and Sarah Ann Smith Higbee did not follow until 1910.]
On September 6, 1884, Thomas Sasson Smith, now in his sixty-seventh year, was ordained Bishop of the Wilford Ward by Thomas E. Ricks when the Wilford branch was organized a ward. He served in this capacity until he was ordained Patriarch of the Bannock Stake August 21, 1887. In this sacred calling this humble Patriarch officiated until his death, July 1, 1890 in Wilford, Bingham (now Fremont) Idaho, age 72 years and 3 months [following a fall from a loaded hay wagon (Sheila Jessop)].
[His body arrived in Farmington July 3, and the funeral services were held in the ward meeting house on July 6th. The first speaker was President Shurtliff of Weber Stake who spoke of the faithfulness and integrity of the deceased. President W. R. Smith and J. W. Hess and Elder Jacob Miller spoke of the many good and noble qualities possessed by the deceased. A long procession followed the remains to the cemetery where they were laid to rest after a long, active, and busy life. (Sarah Ann Smith Collett)]
He was buried in Farmington City Cemetery by the side of his wife, Polly, July 5, 1890. [Note above says buried July 6th. Burial date not given in Sexton’s records in Utah Cemeteries Database.]
After the heroic attempts to establish colonies at Fort Lemhi and the “Muddy,” as well as the Iron Foundry at Iron County had ended so tragically, it is gratifying to know Thomas’ last mission was a success.
Although he never fully recovered from the malaria contracted from swamps in the Muddy Valley, he was able to serve faithfully to the end of his days in helping to build up the Kingdom of God here in the Valley of the Mountains.
We who are descendants of these stalwart pioneers should look upon their struggle and achievements with pride. Let us never forget that the blessings of our priceless heritage must be earned by each of us, individually, if we are to be counted worthy of them.
[Headstone for Thomas Sasson Smith depicts wheat with a sickle with the following:
Thomas S. Smith/ Born/ April 3, 1818/ Died/ July 1, 1890
Cherished and beloved husband and father
farewell, thy years were few but thy virtues
many. They are recorded not on this perishing
stone but on the book of life and in the hearts
of thy affiliated friends.]
AMANDA ELLEN HOLLINGSHEAD SMITH
Thomas’ faithful wife, Amanda, who has so courageously shared two of his pioneering missions, remained in Idaho until 1893. It had been hard to part with her beloved companion but she was blessed to have a loyal family to stand by her. When her sons moved to Canada in 1893 Amanda went with them. This meant she must once more give up a comfortable home filled with happy memories and again be faced with the hardships of pioneering in a new country.
Amanda never complained, but was always cheerful and kind, making friends wherever she went. In 1890 or 91 she moved into the Magrath Ward where she was soon. known and loved by newly found friends. Amanda was an active member of the Relief Society as long as she was able to do her part, being a teacher for many years.
In August 1903 she met with a fatal accident dislocating her hip which caused her death in the Gait Hospital at Lethbridge, Canada on September 1, 1903. Her great faith in God and her testimony of the gospel sustained her to the last and she passed peacefully away. Of her eight children five sons and one daughter survived her, also numerous grandchildren and great grandchildren. Her oldest son Jesse Lucius Smith was serving on a mission in the Eastern States at the time of her death.
Funeral services were held in Magrath Ward Chapel September 25, 1903 and she was buried in Magrath, Alberta, Canada. (Excerpts from an obituary written for Amanda Ellen Hollingshead Smith by her friend, Mrs. Fletcher, and sent to the writer by a grandson Ersel Smith, Cardston, Alberta, Canada.)
Sources: JOURNAL HISTORY AND CHURCH CHRONOLOGY by Andrew Jensen
FARMINGTON, ST. THOMAS AND WILFORD WARD Records
Early Church Records, Temple Records, Index Cards
BRIGHAM YOUNG THE COLONIZER by Milton R. Hunter
Genealogical Library Archives, Family Histories and Obituaries
DESERET NEWS and JOURNAL DISCOURSES
SOME IMPORTANT EVENTS IN THE LIFE OF THOMAS SASSON SMITH
1818 3 April Born, Junius, Seneca, New York
1837 13 February Married Polly Clark at Conneaut, Ashtabula, Ohio
1838 16 June Born son William Fowler
1840 15 May Born son Jeremiah, most likely in Bertrand, Michigan. Died 27 May 1840.
1843 7 September Born daughter Alma (or Almy) Janette at Bertrand, Berrien, Michigan
1844 15 June Thomas S. Baptized L.D.S. Church
1844? Ordained a priest in Augusta, Michigan
1845 Moved to Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois
1846 28 January Ordained a Seventy
1846 28 January Thomas S. received Endowment in Nauvoo Temple [Polly had received her endowment on 26 January.]
1846 16 December Born daughter Alvira Evelette, Kanesville (now Council Bluffs), Pttwtt, Iowa
1847 21 September Arrived in Utah
1849 Settled in Farmington, Davis, Utah
1849 February Rebaptized in North Cottonwood (Farmington) Ward
1850 He was sent to Iron County Utah to help to colonize
1850 26 June Born son Thomas Edwin at Farmington, Davis, Utah
1852 15 March Sealed to Polly Clark in the President’s Office [sealed again in the Endowment House 16 Jul 1857]
1853 24 April Born daughter Polly Estella at Farmington, Davis, Utah
1855 7 April Called to head a Mission of “Saints” to Salmon River Country, Idaho
1855 8 June Thomas S. Smith and party settled on Salmon River
1855 5 October Florence Adelia born at Farmington, Davis, Utah, last child of Polly and Thomas
1856 March Ordained a High Priest by John W. Hess
1857 Brigham Young visited the Salmon River Mission
1857 16 July Married Amanda Ellen Hollingshead, in the Endowment House, Salt Lake City
1858 25 February Indian uprising - Settlement disbanded - Thomas Sasson Smith was wounded and returned to Utah
1859 3 January Jesse Lucius born at Farmington, first child of T.S. Smith and Amanda Ellen Hollingshead
1860 19 June Listed with Polly and four children in census of Farmington
1860 18 July Listed with brother, Henry Smith in census of Eden township, Alameda, California
1860 8 October Richard Demont born at Farmington, Davis, Utah
1863 10 May Synthia Ellen born at Farmington, Davis, Utah
1865 8 January Thomas Sasson Smith and party settled on the Muddy River in Nevada
1865 28 December Fredrick Thomas born at St. Thomas, Lincoln (now Clark,) Nevada
1866 6 May Thomas Sasson Smith sustained as Bishop of the settlement on the Muddy
1867/8 Thomas Sasson Smith returned to Utah because of ill health.
1871 Filled a mission to Southwestern States
1872 24 March Polly Smith died
1872 18 September Married Evalina Maria Hinman Potter
1873 21 February Jacob Henry born at Farmington, Davis, Utah
1874 16 December George S. born Farmington, Davis, Utah
1876 14 May Jonathan born Farmington, Davis, Utah
1880 30 November Albert born Farmington, Davis, Utah
1883 Moved to Upper Snake River Valley, Wilford, Fremont, Idaho (Bingham)
1884 6 September Ordained as Bishop of Wilford, Idaho Ward
1888 21 August Ordained Patriarch of Bannock Stake
1890 1 July Died at Wilford, Fremont, Idaho after a fall from a loaded hay wagon
1890 5 July Buried at Farmington, Davis, Utah
1958 14 May Sealed to parents in the Salt Lake Temple
To the Descendants of Thomas Sasson Smith Dear Kinfolk:
This brief sketch is a cumulation of several years of searching through family histories and records, various early Church Histories, Temple records, ward records, vital statistics and correspondence.
Errors will be found and much information is still lacking. My earnest desire is that you will add new data as it is found and verified, then make it available to others.
Gathering histories and pictures of his numerous descendants would be a most welcome addition.
If this sketch inspires those who read it to make a greater effort to find the ancestors of Thomas, Polly and Amanda Smith, I will be amply rewarded for my efforts.
I also wish to express my appreciation to all who have sent me information from their records and family histories. Becoming acquainted with newly-found “Cousins” has been a choice experience.
Sincerely Loretta Rice
Additional information about the Salmon River Mission can be found in Heart Throbs of the West by Kate B. Carter, Vol. 3, with additional information about the Muddy Mission in Vol. 7 p 465-8.
Census records for Thomas Sasson Smith and family.
1820 - Father, Jeremiah Smith, listed in Junius, Seneca, New York. Listed immediately after Jeremiah is Richard Demont, father of Jeremiah’s wife, Abigain Demont.
1840 - Bertrand, Berrien, Michigan, 1 male under 5, 1 male 20-30, 1 female 20-30 (second son born and died before census was taken)
1850 - (dated 12 May 1851) Iron County Utah with wife Polly and children Alma J., Alvira, and Thomas. Polly was also listed in the 1850 Census in Farmington with the three children and Thomas Vanderhoof, age 42 living with her.
1860 - 19 Jun in Farmington (p. 293) with wife Polly and 4 children; Alvira, Thomas, Estelle, and Florence. Then on 18 Jul he is listed on p. 125 of the Eden township census in Alameda County, California with his brother, Henry Smith. (Also future son-in-law, Alley Rose, who is also in both censuses that year.) Wife Amanda not found in 1860 census.
1870 - in Farmington (p 157), age 52 with wife Polly and daughter Adelia. Listed right after wife Amanda, and children Jesse, Richard, Ellen, and Frederick.
1880 - Farmington (p 288A) with wife Evaline and her daughter Minica (Monica) Potter, age 22. Wife Amanda on p 289D with four children.
ABIGAIL DEMONT SMITH
[Compiled from three one-page histories held at the DUP library, submitted by Barbara R. Pehrson and Janet Dawson, both of Salt Lake City.]
Abigail Demont was born in Aurelius, Cayuga County, New York. She married Jeremiah Smith when she was about seventeen years old. Their first three children were born in Junius, Seneca County, New York. Her next three children wre born in Perry, Genesee County, New York. The family moved to Monroe, Ashtabula County, Ohio where her last two children were born. Then they moved to Bertrand, Berrien County, Michigan where their youngest daughter was born. In August of 1842, Abigail’s husband died at the age of forty five. Her son, Jonathan, was interested in joining the LDS Church. She did everything she could to prevent him from having anything to do with the church. She became converted to the church and moved her family to Nauvoo, Illinois. They were forced from their home in Nauvoo and went to Council Bluffs. Her son Richard joined the Mormon Battalion. Abigail traveled with her sons and their families to Salt Lake Valley in 1848 in Heber C. Kimball’s second company under Isaac Higbee.
The families setteled in Farmington. Abigail remained self sufficient and ran her own farm. When she joined the gospel, she did it with her whole heart and served the church faithfully. Near the end of her life, she moved in with her daughter. She died in September 1883 and was buried in Mendon, Cache County, Utah.
Birth: 13 Jul 1800 Aurelius, Cayuga, New York
Death: 15 Sep 1883 Mendon, Cache, Utah
Parents: Richard Demont and Mary Sasson
Pioneer: 23 Sep 1848 Heber C. Kimball Wagon Company
Thomas Sasson 3 Apr 1818
Polly 17 Jul 1821 (died age 2)
Sarah Alice 25 Mar 1823
Jonathan 24 Nov 1827
Richard Demont 10 Jul 1828
George Edward 17 Aug 1832 (died as infant)
Henry 15 Apr 1834
Jesse Willlard 13 Oct 1836
Lorette Helen 23 My 1840
[One history has the statement “Abigail was of French origin but the records show that her parents had emigrated from England.” I do not know of any definite information that Abigail was of French origin other than that the Demont surname is supposedly of French origin. Msb]
DEEDS OF BERRIEN CO, MICHIGAN
U.S. to Richard Demont 25 Sep 1838
Joseph Demont and wife Alsina to Price Cooper 19 Oct 1841
Jeremiah Smith and wife Abigail & Jane, Edward Demont & wife Mary to Price Cooper 19 Oct 1841
George Demont and wife Jane to Henry Vanderhoof 7 Nov 1842
Henry Vanderhoof to Frederick Howe 16 Apr 1847
Edward Demont and wife Mary to Frederick Howe 26 Sep 1850
Frederick Howe and wife Polly to Edward Demont 26 Aug 1850
Frederick Demont and wife Amelia to Richard A. Demont 14 Oct 1867
Richard Demont, ??Demont, Florence ...?? quit claim 19 Mar 1873
???Mary D. Smith and others to Frances Howe 1 Mar 1873 quite claim
Land owned by Richard Demont, document apparently after his death signed by Joseph Demont, George A. DeMont, Edward DeMont, Abigail Smith, and Mary Demont, widow. From warranty deed by Willard French date 16 Sep 1892.