Saturday, December 21, 2013

Emily Swaby Baggs

Emily was born 21 December 1881 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah. Her parents were Andrew Baggs and his wife, Mary Hannah Swaby. Her older brother died in 1882, so she became the oldest in a family of what would be eight children. When Emily was about three years old, her family was called to colonize St. Johns, Arizona. They began their life in St. Johns living in a wagon box, then built an adobe brick home. Her father worked as a cobbler. In 1890, when their time in St. Johns was finished, they moved to Ogden, Utah.

Emily attended school for a year, completing the third grade. After that, she was tutored at home by her grandmother, Asenath Greensides Swaby, who taught her good basic skills. As a girl she helped with the housework, cooking, caring for brothers and sisters, and knitted socks for the family.



In 1894 Emily's father bought a farm near Layton, Davis, Utah. As a teenager, she returned to Ogden to live with her grandparents during the winter months. There she babysat and worked in a canning factory. While away, she wrote to her friend, Lizzie White, who let her brother, George Francis White, read the letters. They met and eventually married on 1 May 1901 at Ogden, Weber, Utah. Emily saved her money to buy a beautiful wedding dress of white corded silk with a nine-gored skirt. She was a beautiful bride, all 5 feet and 3 inches of her!

Emily and George had a large family. Our ancestor, Kenneth Leo, was the fourth son. How she must have rejoiced when her fifth child was a girl who they named Emily. Things evened out, and when the count was in, there were five girls and six boys in the family. There is a nice photo of the family in the May posting for her son, Ken.

In the winter of 1962 George and Emily flew to California to visit with their children who lived in various cities throughout the state. After they returned home, Emily died a few days later on 17 March 1962, at the age of 80. Emily was noted for always saying kind things about other people and never being critical. There is a nice picture of George and Emily in their later years in the October posting for George Francis White. The easiest way to see them is to highlight the "White" surname in the Histories list at the left.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

December 18th

December 18th belongs to Ann Wheale and Elizabeth Pasco, both born in England.

Ann was the daughter of John Weale and Mary Rundell. She was born at Trowbridge, featured in a recent post about her grandmother, Honour Start Rundall. On 7 August 1786, she got married at Hilmarton. You will remember this little map, showing many places occupied by family, including "Calne the market town" which is where they probably shopped.



Ann married a man named John. He may have been John Noyce, or John White, or John Hillier. White was his mother's maiden name, and Hillier was the man she married about six months after John was born. And I don't have a clue where he got Noyce, but I think there's a story here. It's really a mystery to me! He was from Bremhill. They had eight children, all born near Hillmarton. Our ancestor was their daughter, Lucy. Ann died on 4 July 1836, having survived her husband by twenty years.


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Elizabeth Pasco was born at an earlier time, in 1709. She came from Sithney, Cornwall, England. Sithney is just two miles from Helston, where they probably shopped. It is surrounded by green fields and looks beautiful to me. The River Kennall runs through the parish. If you eliminate the tags (I couldn't before importing the map; anyone know how?), you can get a good look at the countryside.



In 2001, Helston celebrated the 800th anniversary of the granting of its Charter, making it the second oldest town in Cornwall. King John granted the charter in 1201, making it a free borough town having certain privileges such as the right to its own court. In the Domesday Book it is referred to as Henliston. Its name is derived from hen lis, which means “old court” in Cornish, denoting it as a Saxon manor. Helston has always been associated with mining, and was a coinage town during the reign of Edward I. The town stands on the east bank of the River Cober which was once tidal, before it was cut off from the sea by Loe Bar in the 13th century. Helston has a special festival in May called Furry Day or Flora Day. Cornwall online says, "Nestled in a wooded valley to the north of the Lizard Peninsula, Helston is perhaps the least changed of all Cornwall's main towns. To stroll its streets and cobbled alleyways is to get a real sense of its history." A place like Helston makes it easy to imagine living in an earlier time.

Elizabeth's parents are not known to us. She married Joseph Rogers on 2 June 1739 and had three children, our ancestor being Alice.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Thomas Greensides, Kilnsea, and the Humber

This photo of Kilnsea was chosen for Google Earth. On 11 December 1793, Thomas Greensides, the son of John Greensides and Hannah Cooper was christened at Kilnsea, Yorkshire, England (B), about 24 miles SE of Hull. He was a twin, and so he was either the fourth or fifth child in a large family of nine children. Looking at the map, it's easy to think they lived at the end of the world. It was probably a fun place to grow up, living at the coast and playing on the beach.

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Kilnsea is about two miles S of the village of Easington, on the north bank of the Humber estuary. The entire area is called the Holderness area; once marshland, it is now one of Europe's fastest eroding coastlines. There is an old church at Easington and the hamlet of Kilnsea is a part of that parish. A medieval stone called the Kilnsea Cross is interesting. You can also see some beautiful photos of Kilnsea by Mark Denton.

Thomas was married three times. He married Ann Gilliat on 25 June 1815, at Barrow-Upon-Humber, Lincoln, England. His second wife was Elizabeth Horton, who he married on 24 August 1818, at Kingston-on-Hull, Yorkshire, England. They had two children together. Elizabeth died in 1823. Finally, he married Jane Grey, on 13 May 1827, at Barton-Upon-Humber, Lincoln, England. He and Jane had seven children, several of them not surviving infancy. Our ancestor is their third daughter, Asenath.

Barrow and Barton are located about three miles apart; Winterton is about ten miles west; and Hull is across the River Humber, about ten miles away. While it may sound as though Thomas moved around a lot, he didn't really go very far.

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Saturday, December 7, 2013

Elizabeth Cressar of Throckmorton

Elizabeth Cressar was christened 7 December 1721 at Throckmorton, Worcestershire, England, which is five miles NW of Evesham of the previous post. She married John Webb on 23 April 1738 at Wyre Piddle, about 2.5 miles SW of Throckmorton, where Piddle Brook meets the River Avon.

Throckmorton is noted for the family of the same name. They have a nice website, "Throckmorton Village, 4000 Years of History" , including some good photos of the old church.

Monday, December 2, 2013

Mary Cox Dowswell


Mary Cox was christened 2 December 1753 at Bengeworth, Worcester, England. She was the daughter of Edward Cox and Margaret Webb. She had an older sister named Ann, who was a twin. Thomas, the other twin, did not survive.

Mary married Joseph Dowswell, who was also from Bengeworth. They had five children who were all christened at Bengeworth. The youngest was Thomas, our ancestor. His older siblings were Hannah, Sarah, James and Ann.

Bengeworth is a locality adjoining Evesham in Worcestershire, a rural county in England. The Vale of Evesham is the name used for the flat and fertile area of southern Worcestershire, England, along the valley of the River Avon, centred on the town of Evesham. The area is known for its fruit and vegetable gardens.

An interesting piece of history relating to Bengeworth and Evesham is that Evesham "proper" was within the loop of the river Avon, with Bengeworth to the east on the other side of the river. Bengeworth at one stage had a castle vying for control with the abbey across on the other side. Unfortunately for Bengeworth, the knights went on a drunken spree and damaged a grave or two in the abbey graveyard, giving the monks an excuse to attack and level the castle. To prevent its rebuilding the site was sanctified as a graveyard. This historic imbalance is still visible in the distribution of shops and roads in Bengeworth and Evesham. The abbey led to the growth of the market town that become Evesham. See previous posts for Worcestershire for more information.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

McKinley-Stawart Marriage


Duncan Greenshields McKinley and Winifred Elizabeth Ann Stawart were married at Gateshead on Tyne, Durham, England on 31 August 1907. They were sealed at the Salt Lake Temple on 24 November 1926. The sealing was performed by Joseph Fielding Smith.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

George and Thomas Henry White


A father and son celebrate November birthdays. The father, George White, was born 23 November 1826 at Hillmarton, Wiltshire, England; and his son, Thomas Henry White, was born on 25 November 1846 at Calne, Wiltshire, England. Hillmarton is a scant 4.5 miles north of Calne, the market town of earlier posts. Calne was probably where the Whites went on market days. Hillmarton has a very nice 12th century church dedicated to St. Laurence, a third century Christian martyr. There are more photos here.

George's mother was Lucy White. On 13 October 1828 she married Broom Driver, making George the eldest child in what was to be the large family of Lucy and Broom. On 5 February 1846, George married Mary Rivers at Hillmarton. They had five children, and George died on 6 November 1860, just a year and a half after the birth of their last child.

George and Mary's oldest son, Thomas Henry, wrote about his life, which included his mother Mary, since they immigrated to the United States.

He said,
I, Thomas Henry White, was born 25 November 1846, about one mile from Charlcott Hill, a small village in England. When I was six or seven years of age my parents moved to Calne. I was baptized 12 July 1855, at the age of eight. I became an apprentice to the Blacksmith and Machinist trade until I was fifteen. My father, George White, died when I was thirteen. My mother, Mary Rivers White, was left in very poor circumstances. She was a very good seamstress, and made her living for herself and family by needlework and dressmaking. She also kept an open house for the LDS elders to hold meetings. They were always welcome in her home.

Being a convert to the Gospel, Mary Rivers White left her native country with her four children: Thomas Henry, Amelia, George Ofred Joseph, and Earnest Authenia and sailed for America, on an old sailing vessel that had been white washed and tarred with coal tar. This vessel, the Antarctica, proved not to be too sea-worthy. Sailors were kept busy many hours a day pumping water from this leaky ship. During the journey seven emigrants were buried at sea. The journey lasted seven weeks. The water was bad; they had to drink it without boiling it. Their rations included hard tack, which was eight or ten inches thick and thick fat bacon. Mary had toasted some bread very dry and brought it with her. This tasted very good and helped though the journey. The family arrived in New York Harbor, 4 July 1863. It being a holiday they were not allowed to land until the next day.

We crossed the plains in the George Holliday Company, having come from New York with emigrants in box or cattle cars. As it was during the time of the War of the Rebellion, and soldiers were about everywhere trying to enlist (by force if necessary) men and boys into the army, the soldiers met the trains hoping to stop the Mormons and draft them into their ranks. To avoid this, the emigrants were laded into the cattle cars to make the journey. They had to lie down to the bare floor, dirty as it was, like so many sheep. There were three passenger cars on the train and the soldiers watched these closely and at every station they would ask “When those Mormons coming through?" Their method was to pin a ribbon on the man and this accomplished, he was “in”. It was Thomas’ job to guard the luggage, as the soldiers would take anything that was not watched. They tried to pin a ribbon on him but did not succeed. The soldiers stole one girl from the company. One boy asked a soldier to let him ride his pony. At once the soldier reported the boy was trying to steal his horse. The boy was hidden for three days or he would have been taken.

Sailing up the Missouri river to Florence, Nebraska we met many Josephites who were eager to tell them what would happen to them if they went to Utah. Captains of the different Companies, met the emigrants. Eight or ten passengers were assigned to each wagon. Mary and family were assigned to the Peter Nebekers Company. William Green was teamster (Who afterwards lived in American Fork, Utah was still alive in 1912).

We traveled along until we reached the Platte River. Some of the emigrants died from exhaustion and exposure. Some very hard storms were experienced on the journey. One incident of note was: Three young girls who always traveled side by side were walking together. A thunder and lightning storm came up. The lightning was very bad. The lightning struck the girl in the center entering the top of her head, coming out the soles of her shoes. It also killed seven of the oxen in the train of about seventy wagons, and knocked down some of every yoke running along the chain. One of the teamsters had the skin taken off his nose while sitting on his front endgate. Suffice to say after the long perilous journey across the plains, building bridges, making roads etc., we landed in Salt Lake Valley in the fall of 1863, close to October Conference.

I decided a young man of sixteen should get busy, especially when he had a mother and three brothers and sisters to take care of. I went to James Currey of the Seventh Ward and obtained work making horseshoes out of scraps of iron. I also made ox and horse shoe nails of scythe backs, sabers and gun barrels, drawing it to the size of a nail head, either making the nail ourselves of getting the nailmaker to make them. Thus were made nails to shoe our oxen and horses. We made plows out of wagon tires with a piece of steel spring to put on the lathe when we could get it. This was expensive and would cost the buyer one dollar a pound. It cost the price for molasses mill a round piece put together with straps of iron and rings.

I helped to make the first crushing hammer in Utah. It was used to pound up small rock or ore to get the gold out. I also made myself the first bicycle made in Salt Lake and called it a Dandy Horse. I rode this back and forth to work. Later I remodeled it for Brother Charles Hyde, a cripple, then the Patriarch of the Church.

I worked at the Church Shop for a long time. I helped with the buildings. I learned to make ox and horseshoes out of chain links 5/8 by five or six inches long, brought into Salt Lake by the soldiers. In those days there were only three or four stores in the city, with a pole fence up Main Street.

In 1864, I being 17 years old, with others, went to Green River to meet the company that Parley P. Pratt was coming with. We came back through Chalk Creek Canyon. It was a very cold fall. We encountered a severe snowstorm and nearly froze to death. We lost our cattle and had to pile logs up to build a fire to keep from freezing. The next morning we found our cattle and we arrived in Salt Lake late in the fall, none the worse for our journey.

In 1866, I was called to go back to the Missouri River to help bring in the emigrants. This was quite an undertaking for a boy of nineteen. We started about the last of March with our teams. Being blessed with health and strength, I did all the blacksmithing, repairing and shoeing of cattle needed on this journey. This was done at noon and in the evenings. My meals were eaten while driving oxen. We had dancing and singing in camp nearly every night.

On the Platte River we had a race to see who would get in first. It rained for three days. Hollows and gullies were filled, and in some places it was almost impassable. In one place where the stream was high, our Captains George Holliday and Andrew Patterson found two feet under water. We crossed over the stream and landed in good time ahead of the other companies.

Two weeks later we started back to Utah. The wagons were loaded with telegraph wire. My grandfather, Abraham Rivers and wife, Hannah Dowswell Rivers and an aunt with a baby were sitting among the passengers in the wagon. I had three yoke of oxen, one belonging to Dr. Benizel, one to Enoch Reese, and one other yoke, all of Salt Lake. On our way back we had to pass examination before the U. S. soldiers at Ft. Loraine. We were successful and went our way rejoicing.

From here on the streams were very high. We would put cattle enough to reach the sand bars to be sure of the crossing. Late one night one yoke of oxen gave out and had to be left. Next morning I went back two miles and found them. When I returned to camp the last wagon was pulling out. I had to yoke my cattle and hurry to catch up with the company. On our journey back we suffered with very cold weather. We arrived in Salt Lake very late in the fall, just after October Conference, glad to be home again.

I rented a shop from Dick Margette for a short time, in the Nineteenth Ward. Soon after that, I went to North Willow Creek and February 5, 1887, I married Emily Oliver, daughter of Francis and Elizabeth Bailey Oliver. The Olivers had come with their own team, with the company of emigrants that I had helped to bring in the fall before. Francis Oliver took Mountain Fever on the journey and had to be hauled to Salt Lake. He was sick for a long time.

We made our home in North Willow Creek for a short time. I ran a blacksmith shop and did the repairing and blacksmithing for the men who were making the road through Echo Canyon. Our first daughter was born there on January 13, 1868. We moved to North Ogden, Weber County, where our second daughter, Lucy Agness was born on April 19 1869; also another daughter, Katie Rosebella, on September 25, 1870. Our next move was to Farmington, Davis County, Utah where we made our home for about ten years. Three girls and two boys were born there as follows: Lily May, May 23, 1872, and died August 1872; Amelia Janet, November 9, 1873; Thomas Henry, October 5, 1875; Jennie Isabelle, born August 30, 1877; and George Francis, born October 21, 1879.

November 2, 1874 I married Mary Ann Jones in the Endowment House. She was the daughter of Jeremiah Jones an Ann Johnson of Norfolk, Yorkshire, England. Ten children were born to this union: Joseph Elijah, December 30, 1875; Emily Ann, June 13, 1877; Mary Elizabeth, March 28, 1879 and died August 14, 1879; Pleasant Maude, June 20, 1880; Jacob Jeremiah, October 14, 1882; John Ray, February 28, 1885; Melinda, July 8, 1887; James William, October 8, 1889 and died January 26, 1891; Orabell, May 29, 1891 and died May 29, 1891; and Archie Thomas, January 5, 1897.

In the spring of 1881, I was called by Bishop John W. Hess of Farmington to go with others to help settle on the Green River country, in the southeastern part of Utah. Three men, with their families, reported. After making the long and difficult journey, I found nothing there to keep a blacksmith busy, and not being a farmer, I moved my families to Salina, Sevier County, Utah. I partly built a large rock house with rock from the quarry, finishing in all but the doors and windows and the final wood finishing’s. We lived in this house for a time. I also built a blacksmith shop and worked at my trade for a time. I sold out before the house was finished and moved to Layton, Davis County, Utah. This occurred before the Rio Grande Railroad crossed the Green River.

In the small town of Layton we rented a home and operated a blacksmith shop. Three more daughters were born to Emily while we lived at Layton. They were Elizabeth Jane, December 25, 1882; Millie Ann, December 12, 1885; and Myrtle Myra, September 24, 1891.
Thomas Henry is listed in the book, Pioneers and Prominent Men of Utah.

Since Thomas Henry White had two wives and large families, he has a huge posterity. When I think of him, I think of a man who worked hard every day of his life to provide for these two families. It must have been quite a job to balance everything. It took courage and a devotion to the Lord to do all that he did. He became an example for all those who followed after him. Mary, his mother, obviously relied heavily on his help on the trip, and he may have learned to work hard from her example. There is a very nice picture of Mary on her birthday posting.


I believe this family photo was taken in 1907 when Thomas Henry's wife, Emily, died. George Francis, son of Thomas and his first wife, Emily, is our ancestor.

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Saturday, November 16, 2013

Catherine Locke Stawart


Catherine Locke was born on 16 November 1863 at Fordmoss, Northumberland, England. Her parents were Robert Locke and Elizabeth Allen. Catherine was the youngest of twelve children. She married Thomas Stawart at Rennington, Northumberland on 7 May 1883. As a wedding gift, she received a pewter teapot. That it was a treasure to her is obvious since it was one of the few things she brought with her to the United States. When she died, that teapot went to live with her daughter, Beatrice. In about 1988, we were visiting in California. Bea told me to get the teapot, which she gave to me. When I asked her why I got to have it, she remarked that she thought I would take good care of it. Locke being my maiden name, I was happy to have something of Catherine's.

On 16 March 1884, Catherine gave birth to twins, John and Ann. John died the same day, and Ann a day later. Winifred was born in 1886, and Robert in 1889. Catherine was not blessed with as large a family as her parents, but was fortunate to have a son and a daughter, who she remained close to all of her life.

This Stawart family photo includes Catherine Locke Stawart seated at the left. Winnifred is seated at the right, with her husband, Duncan McKinley, directly behind her. Their daughter Beatrice is at the left, and Thomas Henry is the baby. Catherine's son, Robert is also in the photo, standing between Beatrice and Duncan. It would have been taken after Catharine's husband died in 1920, and before the family immigrated to the United States in 1922.

George remembers visiting Catherine at her son Robert's house. He remembers calling her Nana. She was, in his words, "this little old lady who laid in bed." She was his great grandmother. They lived in Bountiful where Bob had a large home with a little lake large enough for a canoe. Catherine died there on 27 June 1957 at the age of 93.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Phebe Hornby and Gainsborough


Richard Hornby and his wife, Sarah Taylor, had a daughter who they named Phebe. She was christened 11 November 1772 at Gainsborough, Lincolnshire, England, located on the River Trent. Her father died when she was just six and a half years old.

On 25 November 1793, Phebe married Thomas Craycroft at Epworth, Lincolnshire, England. Thomas earned his living as a weaver. They raised a large family, all of them born at Gainsborough. Their children were James, Sarah, Richard, Thomas, Mary Ann, Elizabeth, Edward, and John. Sarah and John did not survive infancy. Our ancestor was Mary Ann. Phebe died on 3 June 1829 at Gainsborough.

William Camden, who died in 1623, said, "Then runneth the Trent down to Gainsborrow, a towne ennobled by reason of the Danes ships that lay there at rode, and also for the the death of Swene Tings-Kege, a Danish Tyrant, who after he had robbed and spoiled the country, as Matthew of Westminster writeth, being heere stabbed to death by an unknowne man, suffred due punishment at length for his wickednesse and villanie. Many a yeere after this it became the possession of Sir William de Valence Earle of Pembroke, who obtained for it of King Edward the First the liberty to keepe a Faire. From which Earle by the Scotish Earles of Athol and the Percies, descended from the Barons of Bourough who heere dwelt, concerning whom I have written already in Surrie."

Later, Daniel Defoe, known as the author of Robinson Crusoe in 1719, described Gainsborough as "a town of good trade," and of the trade, "'tis calculated that there is about four thousand ton of Cheshire cheese only, brought down the Trent every year from those parts of England to Gainsborough and Hull." Of the Trent, he said, "The Trent is navigable by ships of good burthen as high as Gainsbrough, which is near 40 miles from the Humber by the river. The barges without the help of locks or stops go as high as Nottingham, and farther by the help of art, to Burton upon Trent in Staffordshire. The stream is full, the channel deep and safe, and the tide flows up a great way between Gainsborough and Newark." His three volume travel book, Tour Through the Whole Island of Great Britain was published between 1724 and 1727, and was innovative partly because Defoe had actually visited the places he described.

Finally, in 1887, John Bartholomew's Gazetteer of the British Isles described Gainsborough like this, "The town is situated 20 miles above the mouth of the Trent at the Humber, and owes much of its importance to the canals connected with the Trent, which maintain a large traffic between the inland cos. and the coast. It is a sub-port of Grimsby. The mfrs. are linseed oil and linseed cake, malt, and cordage."

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Ellen Smith of Broughton-Brigg and Gainsborough


About four generations earlier than the previous post for Phebe Hornby, another Lincolnshire girl married a Craycroft. Her name was Ellen Smith, and she was christened at Broughton-Brigg on 10 November 1644. Broughton-Brigg is about 18 miles NE of Gainsborough. Her parents were William Smith and Dorothy Lawrence.

An interesting fact about Broughton is that it lies on the Roman Ermine Street , a major road that ran from London to Lincoln and York. It's neighbor Brigg, was a traditional market town on the River Ancholme, having a corn exchange and a livestock market. There is a nice history of Brigg with photos here.

Each place boasts a church that could have been used by the Smiths. The Church of St. Mary in Broughton is thought to date back to the 11th century, if not before, with major alterations in the 12th, 14th and 17th centuries. There are some good photos of St. Mary's.



Thanks to Dave Hitchborne for this photo of St. John the Evangelist at Brigg.


Ellen married Charles Craycroft on 20 Apr 1667 at Gainsborough, Lincolnshire, England. She had eight sons, all born at Gainsborough. Three were named Charles, the youngest Charles surviving infancy. Thomas and George also did not survive. The remaining boys were Luke, Richard, and Robert. Our ancestor is Luke, who was the oldest. How sad that half of their chldren did not live to adulthood.

Thursday, November 7, 2013

Honour Start of Trowbridge


Trowbridge is the county town of Wiltshire, meaning that it is the capitol. It is located on the River Biss in the west of the county. The river enters the center of Trowbridge from the SE and flows through the Town Park, to a small lake.

Its history extends far into the past, with evidence of farming 3000 years ago, mention in the Domesday Book, and evidence of a castle that was beseiged in 1139. From the 13th century, Trowbridge developed a clothing industry, and that meant wool, which in turn, meant sheep. The BBC has a nice series of old photos, and the Wiltshire County Council has a nice history. It gives a good explanation of the development of Trowbridge and its people.

Honour Start was christened there on 7 November 1714. She was the daughter of Thomas and Mary Start. Trowbridge is where she married John Rundall on 28 September 1735. It is also where she was buried on 24 July 1755, at the young age of about 41 years. Of her seven children, four survived infancy. One of them was our ancestor, Mary.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

John Cook of Calne, the Market Town















At Calne, Wiltshire, England, the River Marden and Abberd Brook meet in the center of town. The town's name may have been taken from the Celtic "Col-aun" which means a "meeting of waters," and sounds appropriate, considering the river and the brook. In the Domesday Book, Calne is called "Cauna", and being in the Domesday Book makes it even more ancient than John, who was christened there on 2 November 1696. His parents were James Cook and Anne Rathwood.

He married Mary Summers on 18 March 1718, probably in Chippenham, a town just six miles west of Calne. Chippenham is also a market town and was built at a crossing point of the River Avon. Alfred the Great had a hunting lodge there for a time. Roman remains are also visible, and that gives Chippenham its own credentials as being ancient. In 1887, John Bartholomew's Gazetteer of the British Isles described Chippenham like this, "Chippenham, municipal bor., market town, and parish, N Wilts, 13 miles NE of Bath and 94 W of London. Stands on left bank of river Avon, here crossed by a handsome stone bridge of 22 arches. C. was formerly a seat of broadcloth mfr., but is now mainly an agricultural town, with large cattle and cheese markets and flour-mills. In the neighbourhood are stone quarries. C. was the quarters of the Danish army in 878, when Alfred was in hiding in Athelney."


When there isn't much to tell about an ancestor, it's interesting to think about how things looked at the time. Just what were Calne and Chippenham like in 1696? History tells the story. William Camden, who traveled before he died in 1623 (about 100 years before John and Mary) gave us his opinion and a little history as well,"Six miles from hence Avon taketh unto him from the East a Brooke which runneth thorow Calne, an old little towne situat upon a stony ground, having in it a faire Church to commend it: at which place when great adoe there was between the Monkes and Priests about single life, a frequent [crowded] Provinciall Councell or Synod was holden in the yeere of our redemption 977. But behold, whiles they were debating the matter, the Convocation house wherein the States sat, by breaking of the maine timber-worke and falling asunder of the floore, fell suddenly downe, together with the Prelates, Nobles, and Gentlemen there assembled: with the fall thereof many were hurt, and more slaine outright. Onely Dunstane, President of the said councell, and held with the Monkes, escaped without harme; which miracle (for so that age took it) is thought wonderfully to have credited the profession of Monkerie, and weakned the cause of married Priests."

"From hence Avon, now growen greater, Chippenham, in Saxon Cyppanham, of note at this day for the market there kept, whereof it tooke the name. For cyppan in the Saxon tongue is as much as to say as to buy, and cyppman, a buyer, like was with us cheapen and chapman, and among the Germans Coppman {Kaufmann ]. But in those daies it was the Kings manour, and by King Aelfred in his testament bequeathed to a younger daughter of his. Nothing is there now worth the sight but the Church, built by the Barons Hungerford, as appeareth everywhere by their coats of Armes set up thereon."

The BBC has some nice historic photos of Calne and Chippenham.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Robert Greensides of Kirkleatham


The Greensides family is not to be confused with the Greenshields family. The Greensides are on the White side of the family, and the Greenshields are on the McKinley side of the family. Robert Greensides was christened on 30 October 1669 at Kirkleatham, Yorkshire, England. His parents were John Greensides and his wife, Elizabeth Tapham. There are some nice photos of Kirkleatham, described as "a very small but historical village." It lies on the outskirts of Redcar, a seaside resort on the NE coast of England in the Tees Valley, and on the edge of the North York Moors National Park. It is noted for its 1500 foot cliff faces and rolling countryside. The area is geologically rich and has a long and interesting history.

There was a church in Kirkleatham, dedicated to St. Cuthbert. Before that, there was a Viking burial ground on the site. You can see the church on the "nice photos" link, although it was rebuilt in 1763, after Robert's time. On 21 June 1697 he married Elizabeth Wilson at Kirkleatham. They raised a large family of eleven children; all were christened at Kirkleatham except William. Our ancestor, John, was the oldest in the family.

Perhaps they walked the land when the heather was in bloom, stood on the beach and watched the sea, or felt the moisture on their faces when the mist was on the moors.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Thomas and Anne Cracroft

Burgh-le-Marsh is a small place located near the more well-known coastal town of Skegness, on the Lincolnshire coast, which runs for fifty miles down the North Sea coast of eastern England. The town is built on a large hill surrounded by a former marsh. It is noted for its windmill and its church. An old Roman road passes through the town on its way to Skegness. There is also a large Saxon burial mound near the church.

This is where Thomas Cracroft was christened on 23 October 1569, and it was already an old place. Thomas' parents were Robert Cracroft and his wife, Protasia Quadring. In about 1593, he married Anne Johnson. Fifteen children are attributed to their marriage. Our ancestor was George, their fourth child.

Monday, October 21, 2013

George Francis White


George Francis White was born 21 October 1879 in Farmington, Davis, Utah. His parents were Thomas Henry White and his wife, Emily Oliver. On 1 May 1901 he married Emily Swaby Baggs at Ogden, Weber, Utah. Together they raised eleven children. Our ancestor, Kenneth Leo, was the fourth son in this busy family.

The following is a nice remembrance of a life well-lived.

Last evening we received word of the death of a former Smithfield man; one of the people I remember as far back as I can remember anyone in our community - George White. He has resided in Ogden the past few years, but when they lived here in Smithfield they lived in our neighborhood and we grew up playing with the children; and we were somewhat in awe of their parents.

Mr. White operated the blacksmith shop here in Smithfield. It was located by the bank and I can still see the big tree that stood at the side of that shop, where the door was always open. In school when I first heard Longfellow’s poem, I could just see Mr. White. As it said…

Under a spreading chestnut-tree,
A village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands…

He had the appearance of one of the strongest men I have ever seen, and I stood with the White girls in the doorway of the shop many times, and as the poem says…

And children coming home from school
Look in at the open door;
They love to see the flaming forge,
And hear the bellows roar,
And catch the burning sparks
That fly like chaff a threshing floor…

As I said, quite often I stood in awe with this giant of a man. In fact, as a child I was quite frightened of him. Then one day something happened and I saw him quite differently than I ever had before. You could almost set your time when Mr. White went up the street to work and when he returned home to lunch; never varying more than a few minutes. We always thought he never looked to either side, but this day mother had sent me out to call my younger sister from across the street where she had been roller-skating. I called her and she dallied a few minutes and I called her again and told her to hurry up. By this time, with skates in her hand, she came dashing across the street, just as I looked up to see Mr. White’s car coming down the road. I stood frozen. Surely if I called her would stop in front of him, and then I saw her look up and whirl around to go back just as he turned to avoid hitting her.

I’ve never known a moment of more fear than that one. With the screeching of brakes, he turned sharply the other way and missed her by inches. His car stopped and he got slowly out and I guess I expected him to be very angry. He surely had ever right to be. My sister was so frightened she ran into the house. There I stood, just rooted to the ground. With blanched face and his strong arms trembling, he said, “Theoda, tell Ivaloo to look next time. I almost couldn’t stop”.

I realized he was a good, kind man who felt just as deeply as my own dad would have felt. Perhaps for the first time I saw a different picture of Mr. White than I’d seen before. The White family had their joys and sorrows in their lives. They lost their eldest son in a car accident, just a young man with two little children. They had their happy times too, and I shared them with their families, and again as Longfellow’s poem goes…

Toiling, -- rejoicing, -- sorrowing,
Onward through life he goes;
Each morning sees some task,
Each evening sees it close;
Something attempted, something done,
Has earned a night’s repose.
Thanks, thanks to thee, my worthy friend,
For the lesson thou hast taught!
Thus at the flaming forge of life
Our fortunes must be wrought;
Thus on its sounding anvil
Shaped each burning deed and thought.

Mr. White retired as a blacksmith many years ago. But as I think of George White I’ll always think of him as I remember him as a child: strong and quiet man, who loved his family and as I think loved his work and his friends and associates right here in Smithfield were he spent many years of his life. Mrs. White, Emily, as many of us knew her, passed away 16 March 1962. Mr. White remarried some years later. Floyd, their son, died suddenly this past October at his home in California and this was a great shock to them. Mr. White is survived by his second wife and nine of his eleven children; you’ll probably remember them. There’s Elmer, Kenneth, George, and Thomas, Emily, Marie, Gwen, Pearl and Jeanette.

We have many choice memories of this family and we’re sure there are others of this community and the valley who do also. George Jr. is the only one who lives in the valley and his home is in Providence.


An excerpt from “Cache Valley Newsletter” No. 19 May 1970 page 7-8. Newell Hart, Rt. #3 - Box 387-A, Preston, Idaho 83263. A monthly newsletter of Current & Old Time Stuff about and for those who moved away from Cache Valley - also for those who stayed. (Written by Theoda Downs.)




He died on 27 January 1970 in Ogden, Weber, Utah.

Monday, October 14, 2013

A Lot of Bull

It's always interesting to note that one's name is not unique. There are many people with the same name, sometimes in the same family. In the case of Jacob Bull, he can be identified by his place of residence, Broughton Gifford, Wiltshire, England. He was born there on 14 October 1711. His parents were Abraham Bull and his wife, Mary Salter. He was the eighth child in a very large family of ten children, two who did not survive infancy.

On 14 August 1735, he married Miriam and proceded to have his own large family of nine children. They favored Biblical names--Robert, Mary, Martha, Isaac, Jacob, Abraham, Miriam, Abraham (the first did not survive) and James. Our ancestor is the Abraham who did survive. All of the children were christened there, probably at St. Mary the Virgin Church.

He died 3 March 1799, having lived his entire life in Broughton Gifford (B), a medium-sized village on the River Avon in Wiltshire. It is only ten miles from Calne (A) of the previous posting.

Jacob's son, Abraham, was christened on 16 October 1751. He married Mary Hillier on 14 January 1780/1781. Mary was from Bishops Cannings, about twelve and a half miles east of Broughton Gifford and five miles south of Calne. They also raised a large family of Bulls--Charles, Jane, Thomas, Isaac, Isaac, Mary, Jacob, Elizabeth and Simon. In addition to the Bulls, Mary had a daughter named Ann; all were christened at Broughton Gifford. Our ancestor is Elizabeth, and when she married she changed her name, putting an end to all the Bull in favor of Baggs.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Calne, an "Old Little Towne"


Wiltshire is a landlocked county in the SW of England. It is a rural area, lying on a limestone foundation known as chalk, the most famous area being the Salisbury Plain. It is known for its pre-Roman archaeology and is the location of Stonehenge.

About 27 miles north of Stonehenge are two little villages. The smaller of the two is Bremhill, where Henry Sommers, the son of Henry Sommers and his wife, Myllicent Prior, was christened 8 October 1616. It is surrounded by beautiful green fields. In 1870-72, John Marius Wilson's Imperial Gazetteer of England and Wales described Bremhill like this, "Bremhill, or Bremble, a village and a parish in Calne district, Wilts. The village stands on the Roman road to Bath."


The other town is Calne, a larger place just two miles SE, where Henry married Mary Whittle on 30 November 1639. Calne was Mary's home town. All of their six children were born at Calne. They were Stephen, Richard, Mary, William, Robert and Edward. Stephen is our ancestor.

The main occupation in the area in its early days was the production of wool. By the 18th century, Calne became famous for its pork, but in Henry's time, the production of wool provided an income for the people who lived there. William Camden, a teacher at Westminster School who documented his travels, passed through Calne and wrote about it. "Six miles from hence Avon taketh unto him from the East a Brooke which runneth thorow Calne, an old little towne situat upon a stony ground, having in it a faire Church to commend it." Camden, who wrote Brittania, first published in Latin in 1586, died in 1623. That means his description, short as it is, was written at approximately the time of our ancestor, Henry. And the "faire Church" was probably the same church where Henry married Mary.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Thomas Cracroft

Thomas appears to be a Cracroft family name, the earliest Thomas being eight generations removed from this Thomas, who was the son of Luke Cracroft and his wife, Ann Dent. He was the youngest child of his family of six sons and a daughter. He was christened at Epworth, Lincolnshire, England on 19 September 1773, as were his brothers and sister. His parents were both from Gainsborough, about 14 miles south of Epworth. Epworth is noted for being the birthplace of John Wesley, one of the founders of the Methodist Church, an event that preceded our ancestor's birth by 70 years.

Thomas married Phoebe Hornby on 29 November 1793 at Epworth. They chose to make their home in Gainsborough, where they had a large family of nine children. Their sixth child, Mary Ann, was our ancestor. Thomas worked as a weaver.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Bengeworth in the Vale of Evesham


Bengeworth, Worcestershire, England was the home of the Jenks, Dowswell and Cox families. Joseph Dowswell, the son of Thomas Dowswell and his wife, was born there on 18 September 1738. In about 1763, he married a local girl named Mary Cox, and raised a family there. Their children were Hannah, James, Sarah, Ann and Thomas. Thomas, their youngest, married Mary Jenks there in 1798. It is likely that in a small place like Bengeworth, the three families knew each other.

Bengeworth adjoins Evesham in Worcestershire, England. Less than two miles apart, they are located on opposite sides of the River Avon which flows through the Vale of Evesham. The Vale of Evesham is a flat area with unusually fertile soil surrounding Evesham. Well watered by the Avon, it is known for its fruit and garden produce. With its fertile soil, farming and fruit growing were important occupations, and every family would have had the benefit of a good garden to keep it well supplied with good things to eat.

Evesham has the remains of a Benedictine abbey founded in 701 AD by Saint Egwin. 1265 was the year of the Battle of Evesham. It resulted in the defeat of Simon deMontfort, regarded as one of the progenitors of modern parliamentary democracy. He is buried at the abbey. At that time, it was the third richest abbey in the country. The remaining bell tower was added in the 16th century. For Joseph Dowswell, these events were a part of his area's history.

Joseph was buried 8 August 1786, at the age of 48. His youngest son, Thomas, was just nine years old at the time.

http://www.cotswolds.info/places/evesham.shtml has some nice photos including the one at the top of this posting.

Richard Jenks


Richard Jenks was christened 18 September 1719 at Codsall, Staffordshire, England. His parents were Jonathan Jenks and his wife, Mary Stringer, who were also of Codsall. It was there they raised their family. In addition to Richard, who was the oldest and named for his grandfather, there were also Thomas, Ann, Sarah, Jonathan, William and Mary.

Staffordshire is a landlocked county. Codsall is a large village in its South district. It is about five miles NW of Wolverhampton. It was mentioned in the Domesday Book in 1086 as having a population of six. The Church of St. Nicholas is the oldest building and has a Norman doorway thought to date from the 11th century and a tower from the 13th century. The rest of the church was renovated in 1847, which is after the time of Richard and his family. Since medieval times the area around the church was the hub of the village with a windmill, village pond, forge, bakery and public house. The people who lived there were farmers. Codsall was a quiet place.

On 28 May 1751 Richard married Elizabeth Webb at Wyre Piddle, Worcestershire, England, which is about 50 miles south of Codsall and just two miles from her birthplace of Throckmorton, another small place. Worcestershire is adjacent to Staffordshire, also landlocked, and Wyre Piddle is located at the place where Piddle Brook meets the River Avon. Their son, Moses was born at Throckmorton in 1754, and is our ancestor. Sometime before Phoebe was born in 1757, the family moved to Bengeworth, a distance of eight miles. Bengeworth is a part of Evesham, which was a rural market town and probably had greater possibilities for the family.

Friday, September 13, 2013

Grandma McKinley - Winifred Elizabeth Ann Stawart

When George's mother, Bea, died at our home at Thanksgiving, we made the trip to California for a funeral, and to ready the house for sale. It was a big job and exhausting. They spent 40 years in that house, so there was a lot to go through. Along the way, I got the job of going through an old desk in the back bedroom. I found the following, which I consider to be a treasure we would not have had if I had just dumped the contents of that desk into the dumpster.


I was born September 13, 1886 at Alnwick, County of Northumberland, England, and given the name Winifred Elizabeth Ann Stawart. I lived there for one year, then moved to Alnmouth. When six years of age, I went to the village school until I was seven and a half.




Then Father thought I was old enough to travel alone, so I went to school in Alnwick. I had to go by train every morning and come home at night again. When I was ten, we moved to a big town named Gateshead-on-Tyne. I was through school by the time I was thirteen, but according to school rules I had to stay until I was fourteen. I helped in kindergarten for the last year. I went and learned dressmaking for two years, then stayed at home until I got married at the age of 21 years.

Then I changed my name to McKinley. My husband's name is Duncan Greenshields McKinley. Our first child was born June 13, 1909. We sure were happy that the Lord blessed us with a girl as that was our wish. Her name is Beatrice M. White.
In 1914 my mother had a cousin come from the USA and he preached the Mormon Gospel to us. He stayed for three months. But after he left our faith was very weak. There was a lot of persecution going on with the elders, so we thought we did not want to belong to that kind of church. But the cousin came back the following year. He sent a letter saying he was coming, but we just received it as he was about to sail and we did not have time to write back to him and tell him not to come as we did not want anything to do with him. It happened at the time, my husband was not at work and every day for a week he used to go and meet the trains coming in from Liverpool. He never said where he had been. So on the Saturday, I said he had been going out plenty for the week by himself and I thought it was time for him to take our girl, Beatrice, and I out as we always did go out together on Saturday nights. That was the night Cousin Matthew Barnes landed. It was quite a joke on us.
He could not find his way to Mother's, but he did remember how to get to a cousin of mine. She did not want him either but she let him stay for the night and on the Sunday morning, he landed at Mother's at 7:00. Then he started and preached to us again, so Sunday night we all had to go to church with him. The following Sunday he got a lot more relations to go. We were seated in the two front rows of the meeting house and he talked to just us. He told the rest it was no use talking to them as they knew the Gospel. So that is how we gained the Church.
I was baptized August 19, 1912. I was assistant organist for the rest of my stay in England and secretary-treasurer for the Relief Society.
On November 10, 1919 our son was born, which was another blessing the Lord gave us. November 27, 1920 Father died, which was a big loss to me. Two days before he died I had a vision. I thought Father, Mother, Beatrice and I were walking through an avenue of trees in the USA and at the end of the road we could see a very bright light. Father was very anxious to get there before the light went out. He kept telling us to hurry. When we got to the end, he made us look up and there was three lights, one big and bright and two smaller. While we were looking up the big light went out and when we looked down, father was gone. This vision came to me in the middle of the day while I was having my noon rest. I never told anyone until after he was dead, but I have often thought of it since and wondered if God was trying to prepare me for what was going to happen. Everybody loved Father. He blessed our boy when he was a month and administered to him four days before he died. I was awful sick a short time after he died and we sent for the elders, but they were all at work so I prayed to our Heavenly Father and asked Him to relieve me of the pain I had and after a while my Father came and laid his hands on me. I did not hear him say anything but in a while I was relieved of the awful pain and I was able to get up and attend to my baby and help Beatrice to get the dinner ready for Daddy coming home.
Our home has always been a happy home and we sure have enjoyed our two children. In 1922 we made up our minds to come to Utah. One of the Elders that lived with us said that if we came we could live in his house. He was Ray M. Jones of Ogden. We got here on June 12, 1922. We lived in Ogden until January 1923, then went to Lovelock where my husband got work on the Southern Pacific Railroad. In May the children and I came back to Ogden, as Duncan got sent out to the desert to a rock quarry to work, and there were no women and children. We lived with a Scotch lady in North Ogden for a while. Then we got a house away up beside the mountains. Now those mountains are about covered with houses.
November 24, 1926 we went to the temple and were sealed and had our children sealed to us. I was sealed to my parents the same day.
Shortly after that Duncan left the railroad and we came to Salt Lake City. Then I got busy in the church. I have been in Relief Society, Primary and Sunday School. I enjoyed them all very much and was sorry when I had to give them up on account of my health. I did four years of missionary work in England before our son was born.
We lived in Salt Lake City until October 28, 1960 when we came here (California) to live with our daughter, husband and family, which we are enjoying very much. They are all so good to us. When my husband got sick he was too much for me to look after. He has now been sick for five years, past March 18, 1957. We have been married 54 years, August past.
We left a lot of very good friends in Salt Lake City and they often write to us. We have made a lot of nice friends here and both my husband and I thank you all for the prayer you have said for us. And we specially thank the high priests for coming on Sundays and administering the sacrament to us in our room. May the Lord bless us all that we will try to put forth this good work for we know it is the only true church on the earth.


This Stawart family photo includes Winnie's mother, Catherine Locke Stawart seated at the left. Winnifred is seated at the right, with her husband, Duncan McKinley, directly behind her. Their daughter Beatrice is at the left, and Thomas Henry is the baby. Winnie's brother, Robert is also in the photo, standing between Beatrice and Duncan. It would have been taken after Catharine's husband died in 1920, and before the family immigrated to the United States in 1922.

Winnie outlived her husband, Duncan, who died in 1962 in Palo Alto. She spent her last years in a nursing home at Menlo Park because her care needs increased. She died on 5 December 1971 at Menlo Park, Santa Clara, California. George visited the nursing home on Sunday, the 6th, only to be told that she had "expired," a term George does not like. Then he went straight to his parents' home to offer comfort to his mother, who was sad at the passing of her own mother.

George remembers visiting her during the day at their home in Salt Lake City, Utah; and he remembers many naps on her couch with the famous "green wool afghan" which we still have, and which he wants when he doesn't feel well. They always had ginger ale at her house and she made a delicious angel food cake with lemon drizzle frosting that he loved. As a teenager, George remembers them living in the back bedroom and being old. That particular room was an addition with a bath, which was slated to be the master bedroom. Instead, Grandma and Gampy were its first occupants. Ken once said that he built that room for himself and Bea, and they were the last to use it. Even George had it for a while before they did.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Charles Cracroft of Lincolnshire


Charles Cracroft was christened on 10 September 1648 at Alford, Lincolnshire, England where he was raised. Alford is near the Lincolnshire Wolds and just six miles from the sea on the east. His parents were Charles Cracroft and his wife, Jane Skegness, who were married at Alford on 11 December 1645. The church at Alford is called St. Wilfrid's and dates back to the 14th century. You can click on the photos here to see the church. Perhaps the Cracrafts used this very church. His two older sisters were Elizabeth and Anne. He also had a younger brother named John. Lincolnshire Life describes Alford, "With its windmill, thatched manor house and attractive Georgian and Victorian buildings lining a partly cobbled market place, Alford is one of the county's prettiest market towns." The article has a lovely photo and nice description of Alford.


Charles and Ellen Smith were married on 20 April 1667 at Gainsborough, Lincolnshire, England, located on the River Trent. It was there the family made their home. They had a large family of eight sons. Three of them were named Charles because the first two didn't survive infancy. Our ancestor, Luke, was the oldest of this busy family of boys.



Gainsborough has an interesting history, including one of the best preserved medieval strong houses in Britain, dating back to 1460. That and other attractions, make Gainsborough an interesting place to visit.

Charles was buried 30 August 1712 at Gainsborough.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Elizabeth Bailey's Road to Zion


The oldest daughter of James and Ann Bailey was born on 8 September 1818 at Southampton, Hampshire, England. Her name was Elizabeth. Her siblings were Emily, George and Harriet. Southampton is a port city on the SW coast of England.

On 5 February 1848, she married Francis Oliver. Elizabeth's first two children Emily (our ancestor)and Elizabeth, were born in Hampshire. By the time her third daughter, Ann, was born, they were living in Wales, where her husband worked as a laborer on the turnpike at Llandaff, Glamorgan. The trip to Llandaff was about 118 miles, NW of their home. Francis was paid two shillings and two pence a day. While living there, Francis learned of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, which he joined in 1852.

After their son, Francis George, was born in 1855 and died in 1856, the family decided to immigrate to America. They set sail in November, 1856, on the ship "Columbia," the ocean crossing lasting six weeks and two days. The Columbia landed in New York on 1 January 1857. Francis found employment in Hensonville, New York in a hat factory where he learned to make men's hats by hand. While they were living in New York, Mary Jane was born. Their last child was William who lived about a year.

The family left New York about 1861 and made their home in Danbury, Connecticut where Francis again found employment making hats. Daughter Emily worked at the same factory sewing silk lining into the hats. Natic, Massachusetts was their next home and from there they moved to St. Joseph, Missouri. A two day sail up the river got them to a place called "Wyoming" where the wagon companies assembled to take Saints across the plains. The Francis Oliver family was a part of the John Halliday and Andrew Patterson Company (67 wagons) that started for Utah in July, 1866. After one month on the trail, daughter Elizabeth, who was sixteeh, fell ill to mountain fever and died. She was wrapped in a sheet and buried by the roadside. One month later, Elizabeth followed her daughter. She died on 18 September 1866, just ten days after her 48th birthday. Her coffin was a rough box, and she was put into a grave by the roadside at a place known as "the Muddy" in Wyoming.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Everything Walworth


In honor of the birthday of James Walworth in September 1734, we are exploring the Walworth family history. The place to look is in a book dedicated to the Walworth family. Fortunately for us, it can be found at the following link, and if you have a little time, it is an interesting read, loaded with all of the information needed to give you a good picture of life in colonial America.


James Walworth, of Rome, New York, the third son and sixth child of William Walworth and his wife, Mary Avery, was born in September of 1734, at Groton, New London, Connecticut. He married Eunice Packer. James was a farmer, and after having lived at various places, settled at Rome, where he died about 1795. After his death, Eunice, his widow, lived with her daughter, Mrs. Brewster, at Ellisburg, New York, where she died, age 95 years. They had 8 sons and 4 daughters--James, Jesse, Eunice, William, Elisha, Daniel, Abigail, Susannah, Avery, Asa, Lucy and Elijah. Susannah, our ancestor, married Elihu Pettingill.

Here is the link--
The Walworths of America by Clarence Augustus Walworth.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Emma's Memories

Emma Maria Zundel said, " I was privileged to have Jacob Zundel, born Wierusheim, Wurtenberg, Germany; and Sarah Forstner Zundel, born in Old Harmony, Butler, Pennsylvania, for parents. I was born in Caldwell County, Missouri on August 28, 1838." Her life is intertwined with her father's, whose history precedes hers. We are fortunate to know something about her life from what she wrote.

Emma's words--
We, father, mother and family were driven out of Missouri when I was seven weeks old. The snow was two feet deep and it was so cold that a bottle of milk froze between two feather bed ticks. Many women died during the move. We traveled to Nauvoo, the Beautiful, arriving there when it was in the making and it seemed to become a city overnight; houses grew like mushrooms. My father had a beautiful farm and house and lot. The trees were just commencing to bear when we were driven out to Winter Quarters.

I remember hearing Joseph Smith preach. He came to my father's home many times to see how he, Joseph, was progressing in his study of the German language. Joseph and Hyrum both came to administer to my little brother, Jacob, when he was sick unto death. I was at the funeral of Joseph and Hyrum in Nauvoo Mansion and saw them in their caskets.

We stayed at Winter Quarters about a year. It was while we were there that the call came for 500 men (for the U.S. Army). President Young left for Utah with his band of men to locate a place to take the Saints. He told us that if we would be faithful, the Lord would bless us with the gift of tongues and the interpretation of tongues. We were blessed with both of those gifts. A lot of the Saints died from scurvy or black leg, because they were without any vegetables. On the Missouri bottom the Lord had provided wild potatoes, wild onions and artichokes. In this way, our lives were saved. We left Winter Quarters and went over into Pottawattomi County, Iowa, where we stayed about two and one-half years.

I joined the L.D.S. Church when I was eight years old and was baptized by Benjamine Clapp, and I think he confirmed me also. I crossed the plains in the company of Captain Woods, who had been our branch president.

At night we were coralled in a circle by placing the wagons, tongues in, closely together with but one opening in the circle. Two men stood guard each night to watch out for Indians and buffalo and to gaurd our livestock. We had a very pleasant time enroute, not a drop of rain or a bit of wind came to mar the trip. However, our camp was struck with cholera. Father and mother stayed to minister to those who were sick and dying with the disease. Our main camp moved some miles distant, leaving us to bury our dead friends and wash their clothes. None of our family had the cholera. One of the Three Nephites had blessed my father when he was on a mission and had told him that he would go to the mountains and that many would die and we would care for them but that none of our family would die.

We had about 100 buffalo pass right in front of our company. They were close enough to see them very well but they did not try to stampede us. One morning when we awoke early, there was a buffalo standing inside the circle of our wagons. All the men turned out and killed him.

I noticed the big Independence Rock that stood out all by itself. It was large enough to dance on and hundreds of names were written on it in tar. Later we saw Chiminy Rock, a rock that resembled a chiminy and fireplace. We camped in Echo Canyon, a canyon of solid rock. We came into Salt Lake Valley through Immigration Canyon in August, 1852. I thought when I viewed the valley for the first time that it was very lovely. We could go from Eagle Gate through the city to the end of the Salt Lake settlement in a very short time. I certainly thought, 'This Is The Place!'

We brought dried apples, sugar and a supply of dry goods and seeds of all kinds for a garden. We camped first down by my aunt, Magalena Moesser. She was my father's sister and she had come on first and had a nice rock house. She lived near the Jordan River. She was a widow with five children.

On the way across the plains, we drove one oxen and one horse team. The oxen were named Buck, Broad and Jerry. I don't remember the names of the horses. We had our churn and all we had to do was put the milk (cream?) in the churn and fasten it to the wagon and driving over the rough roads churned the butter. We had steps to fasten to the back of the wagon. When we were traveling, they were strapped on the side of the wagon. We also had a folding table that was easily carried. We made our fire with buffalo chips.

We paid $1 a yard for factory and $1 a pound for sugar. Our family had enough stuff of that kind and did not need to buy any. Some were well dressed. We were well dressed because we brought lots of nice things with us and we got things from the people traveling to California. Dresses that had been made for rich people to carry with them, of such materials as silk and wool delaine were traded for vegetables, etc.

We did not use any food substitutes. The next year after we came, we planted and raised barley, wheat, oats, corn and potatoes. Our vegetable garden contained every well-known vegetable. Mother raised the garden and sold vegetables to the people traveling to California. We cut our grain with a sickle, sythes, snath and cradle and the hay also.

Our first home was in Willard, Utah, known then as Willow Creek. It consisted of our two wagon boxes set on logs and one log room. The room was furnished with three bed frames made by my father, with bed cords stretched across. They were as large as a bed stead and we used them all the way across the plains. We had maple chairs with rush bottoms. The dirt floor was covered with bunch grass that we gathered, cutting it with a butcher knife. The grass grew about three feet high and it made a nice floor. It was pentiful enough that one could change it every day. The rattle snakes often crawled in and hid under the grass. Willard had lots of rattle snakes.

We, mother and the children, were forced to leave the farm one night and walk three miles, carrying the smaller children to a neighbor's, because about 100 Indians were trying to come up and kill us and burn our home. Father and my oldest brother stayed back and stood guard over our house. The next morning every man and woman moved into what is now known as Willard City and we formed a fort. The next day following, Major Moore and his officers came from Ogden to help make the trench around us. The fort was built with a trench about fifteen feet deep on the outside and poles on the side near the houses. There was but one bridge to go in and come out. The fort was made of wagon boxes and two rooms, one room was owned by Birch. It was a board room and Hubbard had a log room. Just after the trench was completed, the Bannock Indians came, one hundred braves, three squaws, a Chief and an interpreter. Every step their horses took, they yelled a war cry and they rode to the opening and said if we would let them come inside and stay the night, they would not harm us. We let them in, but every man stayed up and had his gun loaded, because we did not dare to trust them. At 3:00 in the morning, the three squaws were back by the wagon crying and all the bucks were ready to fight. Mother said, "Children you must pray, the Lord will protect us, but you must pray." We prayed.

A wagon drew up right by father's wagon box and the chief got in and preached for about an hour to his men. He told them that they had promised that if the people would let them sleep inside, they woulod not molest or kill anyone, and he added forcefully, "you keep that promise. I will not allow any of these people harmed." The braves went back to bed and the next morning they went peacefully away.

President Young said the Indians had done something he could not do. He had preached and told the people to move into small towns where they would attend church, but they never would do it until the Indians forced them to. "The Lord used the Indians to make you move to small towns."

We were not out of danger. A few miles out from the fort, a large band of Indians camped and the men had to take turns standing guard. Old Mrs. Gould never went to bed at night, but stayed up all night and knit sale sox in the dark every night and slept all day. She was afraid that the Indians would come in and kill her. The Lord saved our lives because of our prayers.

As the town grew, we built a wall around the city so we could live in safety without having a tranch around the city. This wall was all built by placing boards a few feet apart and filling the space with mortar and mud. The dirt to build it was secured by digging a tranch just inside the wall. When the mortar and mud were able to stand along, the boards were moved on down and the process repeated. The wall was about five and one-half feet high.

When the Indians became more friendly, they furnished us with ducks, geese, brants and feathers. They dried berries until they were just like raisins. They understood the drying but no one could get the process out of them. In return for the things they gave us, we gave them flour. A pan of flour would get a sack of service berries or enough feathers for a bed tick.

After we had lived in Willard for a long time, a snow came in May that was two feet deep and practically every horse and cow died. My father and Mr. Ward had quite a bit of grain and father and he kept their animals alive by the sparing use of grain. Fifty Danish people had come in the winter and father rationed all those who would come to his door every day and he helped the Beechers who lived next door too. My father had a log grainary and when he started to give grain away, he made a notch where the grain came to and notwithstanding the amount he gave away, the grain never went below the mark. During that famine, President Young sent men all over the state to see that every one was provided with something to eat. He found one young mother who was very near death and he took her home with him. Old Mrs. Sichrans buried ten barrels of flour with the idea that she would make a good bit of money. President Young found out about it and he said, "The Lord will destroy it." The Lord did destroy it. When she had it dug up it was bitter as gall. No one could use it. Only one person died from want of food and that was a boy who, being hungry, ate some poison roots.

Our farm was taken up by a friend who gave it to use when we came on. We paid for our city lot, but I don't know how much it cost.

The first celebration I remember was the 24th of July when we met under the Bowery and two or three familiers would go in together and set a large table. Twenty-four girls dressed in white marched and dancing was enjoyed in the evening.

The grasshoppers came in such quantities as to form a cloud that would shut off the sunlight. They traveled during the day and swarmed down during the night to geast on someone's field of grain. Our neighbors were bothered, but we never suffered from any grassshoppers or crickets.

The first necessary industry was home making, which consisted of cutting timber and building houses.

Mr. Carlson had the first shoe shop in Willard. Olive Mason had the first bakery. Brother Willer had the first carpenter shop. Abraham Zundel had the first blacksmith shop. The first dance hall was the school house. Hardings had the first dance hall after that. Scherdick Jones built rock houses. The best farmers were Charles Hubbard, Elihu Pettingill and the Hardings. Jacob Zundel was one of the best gardeners. Thatcher, an eastern man, who, being forced to stay all winter in Willard before going on to California, taught school. The three R's and spelling and grammer. His first name was Henry. George Harding and I are the only ones now living of that first school. Mr. Thatcher did not belong to the church when he started teaching, but he joined afterwards.

Elihu Pettingill and Mr. McCreary were the first musicians. They played the violin. Evan ___phans taught note singing and Bob Baird taught organ. The best singers were Sarah Greenhalgh. John Woods led choir and taught singing. Sister Johnson was midwife and doctor. They used peppermint tea for summer complaint and chills. Turkey rhubard and golden seal for stomach trouble. The first large schoolhouse was built by Hyrum Kinball. Barley and oats were used as the medium of exchange. The favorite dances were Money Musk, Upper Reel, Polygamy Walse, and Quadrille. The best dancers were Elihu Pettingill, George Marsh (who taught dancing) and Jane Andres Marsh, his wife. We felt very much nearer to our neighbors in those corn-husking, rag-bee days than you do today.

For light, we started with bitches, then candles, and then coal oil lamps, then gasoline pressure lights and finally, electric lights. I do appreciate my life today as much as any of my children appreciate theirs. (She lived to hear radio and it was always a great thrill to her to hear the broadcasts from Temple Square with the organ and choir.)
~Taken fron writings of Viola Lontgreen Zundel from material her grandmother told her and from letters from Maria Zundel~

Emma married Eli Harvey Pierce on 15 February 1857, but he died in 1858. Then she married Elisha Mallory on 15 June 1859 and had a daughter with him, but that marriage did not last. Her third husband was Elihu Ulysses Pettingill on 6 February 1864 at the Endowment House, Salt Lake City, Utah. She was his second wife. Together, they had a large family, our ancestor being Jefferson Bartlett Pettingill. She died on 18 June 1926 at Lofgreen, Tooele, Utah and was buried at Box Elder.

John Jacob Zundel


Wiernheim, Germany is 30 miles NW of Stuttgart in the Enz district, named for the river of the same name which is a tributary of the Neckar. The Zundels had been in the area since 1648. For a nice history of the family,click here.It includes their earliest beginnings in Switzerland, the conditions in Wiernsheim when they moved there, events surrounding their move to America, their arrival in Philadelphia in 1805 when John was nine years old; their move to Harmony, Pennsylvania, and subsequent move to New Harmony, Indiana; then back to Economy, Pennsylvania, and their introduction to the gospel in 1836 through Elder Everett. Emma is not included as one of the Zundel children in this history, but it has many pertinent facts about her family, with more about her brother, Abraham,since the history is about that particular line of the family.

Johann Jakob Zundel was born on 28 August 1796 at Wiernsheim, Neckarkreis, Wuerttemberg, Germany. His parents were Johan Eberhardt Zundel and Juliane Pflueger. He came to America with his parents, who came as devotees of George Rapp and his religious society that split with the Lutheran Church in 1785 and then came to America in 1803 to avoid persecution. In America they were a Christian commune known as the Harmony Society. Their life in the Harmony, Pennsylvania, the first of three settlements, is described here.


John married Sarah Forstner in 1831 at Old Harmony, Butler, Pennsylvania. Her parents were also from Germany. By this time, Rapp had already sold off Harmony, and moved the society to a new location at Economy, Pennsylvania. This highlighted history states that the last of the Harmonists arrived there in 1825. There were issues in the commune about celibacy; in fact, by marrying, Johann and Sarah forfeited their place in the Harmony Society.

In 1836, the Zundels met missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and were taught the Gospel by Elder Everett. With their religious background, and having been denied membership in the Harmony Society, they were no doubt ready to hear of a restored Gospel of Jesus Christ. They would have had much Bible knowledge at their ready disposal to make their decision. They were baptized in the Ohio river and moved to Missouri to be with the Saints. Gathering to the body of the church was a very comfortable decision for people who had lived in a communal religious community.

Their children, Magdalena and Abraham, were born in Pennsylvania prior to 1836. Emma, our ancestor, was born on her father's birthday in 1838. In her words, "I was privileged to have Jacob Zundel, born Wiernsheim, Wurtenberg, Germany; and Sarah Forstner Zundel, born in Old Harmony, Butler, Pennsylvania, for parents. I was born in Caldwell County, Missouri on August 28, 1838." Isaac, Jacob, and Matilda were born in Nauvoo; and Daniel was born in Iowa.

The family traveled to Utah in Captain Wood's company, leaving on 6 June 1862 and settled in Willard, Box Elder, Utah. He was a butcher and a farmer. He enjoyed music and played the clarinet and the flute. He died at Box Elder on 19 April 1880 having lived a life full of adventure since leaving his home in Wiernsheim.