- Trusting Jesus and following Him will guide us back to our heavenly home. The ordinances of the temple help that happen.
- Come to this holy place to improve your own lives and to aid in the work of saving the souls of others.
- Living the life of a covenant keeper and a covenant maker should be our highest priority.
- Ordinances and covenants provide the power to lift us above the effects of the world and find a place of spiritual safety.
- Keeping a current temple recommend indicates our desire to always be covenant keepers.
- Regarding the privilege of entering the temple: You should not take it so lightly.
- The endowment experience in the temple changes you forever. The commitments and promises made there will impact the rest of your life for good, if only you will continue to honor them.
- Though a temple may be closed for renovation or for maintenance, and though we may be physically far from the temple, our covenants and promises are never closed and should never be far away.
- We can and should have temple experiences in our minds and hearts every day, no matter whether or not we physically enter a temple that day.
Sunday, September 21, 2014
Thoughts On the Ogden Temple Rededication
Our family attended the second session of Ogden Temple re-dedication meeting today. Here are some of the thoughts from the meeting that I feel are worth sharing. They are not in any order of importance, but sort of follow the flow of the meeting.
Sunday, September 7, 2014
Ancestor Conversion Stories: John Albiston
John Albiston was born 3 June, 1782 in Congleton, Cheshire, England. I found no record of when he joined the church, but his wife was baptized on 15 August 1840 and I assume he joined at about that time. In 1841 he became the second person in England to be ordained a Patriarch. He died in Ashton-Under-Lyne, Lancaster, England in 1849.
Here is a photo from a record about his ordination as a Patriarch:
The following is taken from a tribute or obituary that was written by his son John and sent to church headquarters to notify them of the passing of the patriarch:
Death of the Patriarch John Albiston.
Ridge Hill Lane, Stayley Bridge, June 4th, 1849
Dear President, We are sorry to inform you that our dearly beloved and very much respected father and patriarch, John Albiston, died of a fourth stroke of the palsy on the 2nd instant. His death is deeply lamented; yea, we feel to mourn the loss of so meek, so lowly, so gentle, and affectionate a father. But we sorrow not as those without hope, for we know that his death was the death of the righteous, and we hope that when we have to put off mortality (or be changed) our last end may be like unto his, and that we may all meet him in the eternal mansions of our God, there to enjoy his valuable company in a world without end. Amen.
The last few years of his life has been one scene of poverty and of crosses, and trials of an afflicting nature, which he has borne with the greatest patience and resignation. He has often said in our public meetings that his trials were hard to bear, but that his religion afforded him great consolation, and that he was willing to suffer all things that he might be called to endure, because he know that he was a member of the true church of God. He would often say, I am a living witness for God, and I consider myself highly honoured, because I know his truth and his power. The sick are healed, and his power is in this church, and my soul delights in it. Brethren and sisters, be loving and obedient; strive which can love the Saviour best; show by your every day walk that you are his people; serve the Lord a day at once, and if possible serve him every day better, &c., and the Lord will bless you.
Since he was taken with the last stroke (before his fatal one) he has not been enabled to walk, only by getting hold of the mantel-piece, and holding to the furniture; but under these circumstances he was always cheerful, and the Saints were always blessed with his company whenever they went to see him, and many were healed by his administration even while he was sick. He often joined in singing beyond his strength, and at his request he was frequently conducted to the meeting room, sometimes by two of the brethren, sometimes by one; his arms over their shoulders, walking through the streets with trembling limbs and palsied steps; and being in this manner conducted to his seat, he would sit there and join with all his heart in the worship of God, until liberty was given to the Saints to tell their experience one to another. He would then lay hold of the railing at the front of the stand, and, raising himself on his feet, bear a faithful testimony, telling the Saints that he had no doubt but that he should join in the grand assembly of the angelic hosts in their songs of praise to God. He would then exhort them in the language of John, the beloved disciple of Jesus, and say "little children love another," and then leave his blessing with them. On the Sunday but one before his death he called his sons together and gave them his blessing. On the Sabbath day previous to his death he was conducted to the room, and he bore a faithful testimony, and left his blessing with all the Saints.
Thus has one of the honourable of the earth finished his course. He has kept (unreadable torn page). His deeds and words of counsel will live long in the hearts of thousands. His death is precious and his memory is blessed.
Signed, on behalf of the Ashton branch of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints,
John Albiston
Thomas J. Schofield,
John Lee
John Albiston was decently interred, June 5th, in the New Church-yard, Ashton-under-Lyne, followed by a large number of relations and Saints from the branches of Dukinfield, Newton, Mottram, and Ashton.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Wind River Backpack
This post is just a few of the photos from my recent backpacking trip into the Wind River mountains.
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Ancestor Conversion Stories: George Lee and Sarah Peaker Lee
This is about my Grandpa Gregory's great grand-parents, George and Sarah Peaker Lee. It was contributed to the FamilySearch web site by Karoleen Wilsey. I could find no more about Sarah than what is written here in George's story.
George Lee
George Lee, was born September 27, 1824 in
Kegby, Nottinghamshire, England, son of John Shallcross Lee and Mary Olivant
Lee.
As a young man, George moved from Nottingham
to Sheffield, Yorkshire, and worked as an apprentice to Roger Brothers as a
Table Knife Grinder. He married Sarah Peaker, daughter of George Peaker and
Hannah Smith, in Sheffield on August 10, 1845.
Sarah Peaker Lee
While in Sheffield, they accepted the gospel
and immigrated with their three children to America with the Saints in 1853.
Their oldest daughter, Mary Ann, was my Great Grandmother. They moved to Hanover,
Connecticut in 1853 where he worked at his trade as knife grinder. Eventually,
they joined the Saints in 1859 in Florence, Nebraska (now Omaha) and immigrated
to Utah as part of Captain Edward Stevenson’s wagon company, leaving on June 26
and arriving in the Salt Lake Valley in September of 1859. He and his family
are not listed on the official list on-line, but tradition has them traveling
with Stevenson. According to vital records he certainly was in the Utah
territory prior to his moving to Franklin in 1862.
One child was born to them while crossing the
plains. Captain Stevenson asked permission to name this little one and he
called the child Moroni. The baby died two days later and was buried there on
the plains, at a designated place on Elm Creek. George covered the grave with
large rocks for protection from the elements and wolves.
After arriving in Utah September 16, 1859,
they went to live near Neff Mill on Mill Creek. They also lived on Little
Cottonwood where he worked as a farm laborer and gardener. While there he had a
plow made from wagon tires of Johnson’s army wagons. The iron was drawn out and
flattened for the moldboard (the curved metal blade that turns the earth over. The plow has been kept over the years in the Pioneer
Relic Hall in Franklin, Idaho.
George Lee as a young man.
They moved to Farmington in the fall of 1860,
living there and following farming for two years. Then in 1862 the family moved
to Franklin, (which was considered part of Utah at the time), where they lived
in the Old Fort. George Lee lived on the south side of the fort. It was a
rectangular shape with 92 houses covering about 17 acres with public corrals
and a log school house inside the Fort. This school house was the first in
Idaho. Gardens and private corrals and chicken coops were on the outside of the
Fort.
In December of 1863 a baby girl, Fanny Emma,
was born to them while living at the Fort.
George Lee and his wife, Sarah, had 12
children; however, only 5 daughters lived to adulthood. Their children were:
·
Mary Ann b. Jan. 24,
1846, m. John Albiston Dec. 3, 1863;
·
Hannah b. Dec 30, 1847,
m. John Corbidge,, Dec. 9, 1865;
·
John b. Jan 5, 1850;
d. Nov 29, 1851
·
Sarah b Dec. 24, 1851,
m. Henry Fowler;
·
Elizabeth J. b. Jan.
l, 1854, m. William Corbidge;
·
Ellen b. Jan. 8, 1855;
d. Feb. 25, 1855
·
George b. Dec 30,
1855; d. 15 May 1862
·
Willamina b. Jan. 3,
1858; d. Aug. 29, 1858
·
Moroni b. July 11,
1859; d. July 15, 1859
·
William J. b. Sept. 2,
1860; d. Jan. 5, 1877
·
Fannie E. b. Dec. 4,
1862, m. Elliott Butterworth;
·
Joseph b. March 7.
1867; d. October 6, 1867
Not noted for holding high church positions, a
notation by his picture in a book on early settlers, Pioneers and Prominent Men
of Utah, listed him as a pioneer and member of the choir in Franklin, Idaho.
His occupation was identified as Indian fighter.
Those days were treacherous times for the
settlers as they were the most northern settlers at that time.
To quote from a history of Franklin published
at their Centennial year, “the settlers were always alert to Indian
difficulties. Their stock was guarded constantly, but they nevertheless lost
many horses and cattle. To avert trouble many times, they gave the Indians some
of their food supply, flour and even cattle. There were no open hostilities
until January 1863 when the battle known to historians as the Battle Creek
Massacre was fought. There had been several incidents between Indians and
miners and other people traveling through the valley. These non-Mormons
contacted Ft. Douglas for help. Colonel Conner and 400 U.S. troops came and
fought the battle with the Indians at the junction of Battle Creek and Bear
River, which is about 12 miles north of Franklin. Over 300 Indian men, women,
and children were killed.
“After the fighting was over, the men of
Franklin took teams and sleighs and helped remove the wounded soldiers and
Indians, and also the Indian women and children. Because of the snow and cold,
many had frozen feet. They were all brought to Franklin and cared for until
they could be taken elsewhere. The settlers felt sorrowful to think that peace
had to come in such a tragic way, for many peaceful Indians including women and
children had been killed in the bloody battle. It did, however, make it
possible for the pioneers to move and begin to take up locations that had been
unsafe until now.
The last major Indian trouble occurred on
Sept. 1, 1864. Hundreds of Indians were camped north of town and some obtained
liquor from two settlers. A drunken Indian tried to ride his horse over a white
woman and one of the settlers shot him to save her life. Then, fearful of the
consequences, the man escaped by horse. The Indians took another man captive,
threatening to kill him if the offending white man was not delivered to them.
Throughout the night, Bishop Hatch pleaded with the Indians, and messengers
rode to other towns for help. The next morning 300 Minute Men arrived from
Logan commanded by Major Thomas Ricks and accompanied by Bishop Peter Maughan,
who held a conference with Chief Washakie. The settlers gave two yoke of oxen
as peace offerings, and the Indians began to disperse. The Indians were
stubborn about giving up their extensive lands, and so remained rather
troublesome for many years. But their strength was primarily crushed with these
two incidents.
Now that the Indian trouble had diminished to
the point that they felt they were safe, the residents began moving to their
newly surveyed lots. So the spring and summer of 1864 were spent building
homes—this time on their community lots. As soon as they could they moved form
the fort to their homes. Thus began a new life for these people…out of the
protections of the fort. It was with happiness and enthusiasm that they set
out, but there was a sadness and remorse for the happy and united life they
were leaving.
George Lee
George Lee died October 29, 1868 in Franklin,
(Utah), where he was buried.
Under the Territorial Act of Utah in 1869,
Franklin became incorporated and considered itself part of Utah until 1872 when
it was determined that it was in Idaho, thus it turned out to be the oldest
town in the State of Idaho.
Submitted by Karoleen Peterson Wilsey,
compiled from family documents and Franklin, Idaho history materials.
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Ancestor Conversion Stories: John Kemp and Phyllis Green
This story is about my Grandma Bodily's grandfather, John Kemp. It was submitted to the FamilySearch web site by Deserae Lynn Francis.
John Kemp, son of John Kemp, and Sarah Gotts was born in East
Huston, Norfolk, England on 26th Feb. 1821. His parents were poor so he had to
work while very young, therefore he attended school but little. It is said to
be only two weeks in his life.
When he was grown he began to do farm work for a Mr. Atthell or
Atle. He did his work well and became a trusted and well thought of employee of
this farmer. All together he worked for Mr. Atthell about 29 years.
While still a young man he heard the Gospel and was baptized in
April 1844 into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. A few months
later he married Phillis Green, on 17 Oct. 1944. She was the daughter of John
Green and Elizabeth Powley and was born 8 of October 1823 in Thurne, Norfolk.
Her parents were also of the working class and she had little chance for
schooling.
After they had three children Phillis joined the church also.
She was baptized in Aug. 1849.
John received just enough wages to live on and he didn't see
just how he could pay his tithing, which at this time was being taught to the
Saints in England by the Elders, and how they would ever be able to save enough
money to go to Utah. The elders promised them that if they would pay their
tithing, they would be blessed and in time they would be able to gather with
the Saints in Utah.
After they had joined the church their neighbors did not treat
them the same as they had before. John was made fun of by the people with whom
he worked. His employer was very mean to him and after several years of this treatment,
John decided he could stand it no longer so he quit his job. He tried to make a
living from a small garden. One day Mr. Atthell came by the garden, he asked
Mr. Kemp if he could make a living on the small place. John told him that he
could not. Then Mr. Atthell asked him to come and work for him again. John
refused. Then Mr. Atthell said he would give him a shilling a week more if he
would work again for him. This shilling would pay the Kemp's tithing. John then
said he would go back to work if Mr. Atthell would not say anything more about
his religion. Mr. Atthell agreed to this condition which he faithfully kept.
John's wife, Phillis, was a good cook and at times she cooked
for the Atthell's when they had big dinners, such as at Christmas time and
other special occasions. She would be rewarded with a portion of the dinner to
take home to her family which was a great treat for them.
After John had worked several more years for Mr. Atthell he
began to prepare to go to Utah. His employer begged him to stay and promised to
see that he and his wife were well cared for, but John was determined to go to
Utah. He and his wife and the five youngest children arrived in Utah, November
13, 1871. Emma, the youngest child, was 4 years old at the time. It took three
or four weeks to cross the ocean.
They settled in Riverdale, near Ogden, Utah, for four years, and
then they moved to Lewiston, Utah, where the parents lived until their deaths.
James came to America before his parents. He came is 1868. Their son, John came
to Nebraska in 1873, then, 14 months later, to Utah. Isaiah and George stayed
in England. While John lived in England he was president of the North Waltham Branch
of the Norwich Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
In Lewiston the family “took up land” and build a home one mile
west of the Third ward chapel. At that time there was only one Ward in Lewiston
so they attended church in the First Ward. Bishop Lewis called John Kemp his
minute man. He was a ward teacher.
He liked to do a good day's work for a day's salary. It is said
that when he dug post holes for a Mrs. Cunningham he received 15¢ a hole or
$1.50 a day, and he wondered if he wasn't taking too much money for his work.
John had blue eyes and was of slender build. He was of a jovial
nature, kind and gentle to his family. His health was generally good. Phillis
was of a more serious temperament, of a heavier set physically and her health
was very good. Honesty and truthfulness were outstanding in their characters.
The family was musically inclined. John died 10 Aug. 1881 at the age of 60.
Phillis lived 24 years longer, her last 12 years being spend in the home of her
son John. She died 4 Jan. 1905 at the age of 81. They were both buried in the
Lewiston Cemetery.
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Ancestor Conversion Stories: Sarah Goode Marshall
History of Sarah Goode Marshall
Sarah Goode Marshall is my Grandpa Gregory's great grandmother. There is some confusion as to whether her husband, Thomas George Marshall, ever joined the church. His record in FamilySearch shows that he was baptized during his lifetime, but the accounts of Sarah's life, as you will see below, indicate that he was very hostile to the church.
This was contributed to the LDS FamilySearch web site by Selena Gregory. I could not figure out who wrote it in the first place, it appears to be one of Sarah's Grandchildren.
Sarah (Goode) Marshall was the daughter of
George Goode and Selena Mary Ann Holder. She was born 4 March 1822 (or 2 March
1821) at Abenhall, Gloustershire, England. While in her youth she learned the
art of making kid gloves. Being deprived of scholastic education she always
worked hard. Many times I've heard her say, "Idleness is the devil's
workshop." However, she became a great reader of the Bible and often
remarked, "There is more in the Bible than the ministers understand."
Sarah Goode was married to Thomas Marshall 7 May 1843. During this early part of their married life they lived comfortably and happy until she became interested in the Gospel.
She heard the Gospel in her native land and often walked twenty miles (with her babe in her arms) to hear the Elders preach. This caused confusion in the home, as her husband opposed her bitterly, and would sometimes follow her to the meeting to cause a scene and disturbance. But she was always impressed by the sweet prompting's of the spirit. "Sarah, you had better go. Tom is coming." She would leave the meeting immediately, but often took a severe whipping from her husband before reaching home.
She heard the Gospel in her native land and often walked twenty miles (with her babe in her arms) to hear the Elders preach. This caused confusion in the home, as her husband opposed her bitterly, and would sometimes follow her to the meeting to cause a scene and disturbance. But she was always impressed by the sweet prompting's of the spirit. "Sarah, you had better go. Tom is coming." She would leave the meeting immediately, but often took a severe whipping from her husband before reaching home.
Thus she became a victim
of persecution and continued to live under those conditions until the death of
her husband, which was in the summer of 1854, leaving her with six small
children and penniless. I have often heard my Grandmother say, "I was so
anxious to come to Zion that in my prayers I would ask my Heavenly Father to
remove the stumbling blocks from my pathway." She often remarked,
"Little did I think he would remove them by the death of my husband. I was
hopeful that he would embrace the Gospel with me."
Her dreams of coming to Zion seemed utterly
impossible, but she sought Divine help in this great undertaking, and worked
very hard to save means for migration. During the day she worked as a
"lady's maid" and at night she made gloves, and in two years she had
saved enough to realize the desires of her heart. She had many friends as she
always lived an honest life and was well respected by all. The night before
leaving her native land, Grandmother's relatives and close friends had planned
a party to show their respect for her. Some of the presiding Elders of the
British Mission were invited guests at this party. Unfortunately, the spirit of
discouragement spread like contagion among the members who were assembled. They
began to gather around her and using their powers of persuasion in every way
tried to get her not to leave, telling her she would lose her children and
probably her own life on the way. One of the Elders overheard the discouraging
remarks. He arose to his feet and by the power of God, raising his hands above
her head he exclaimed: "I WILL PROMISE SISTER MARSHALL IN THE NAME OF
ISRAEL'S GOD THAT SHE SHALL GO TO ZION AND SHALL NOT LOSE ONE OF HER CHILDREN
BY THE WAY."
The following day, Saturday, 19 April 1856, my
Grandmother Marshall with her little family boarded the ship "Samuel
Curling" and sailed from Liverpool, England, under the direction of Dan
Jones. They arrived in Boston 23 May, being on the water about five weeks. From
there, they went by rail to Iowa City where preparations were under way for the
long journey across the plains. This was the first handcart company formed,
with Edmund Ellsworth as Captain. Grandmother procured a handcart and asked the
captain if she could join with his company in crossing the plains. The company
was large, and this was the first attempt in crossing the plains with
handcarts. He answered, "Sister Marshall, it would be unreasonable for you
to expect such a thing. You are a widow, with six small children. You would
only be a hinderance to the company." Her answer was, "Well, Captain
Ellsworth, I'm going and I'll beat you there.
After three months and seventeen days of
trying hardships; enduring hunger, thirst, and fatigue and after ceaseless
toil, pulling her handcart the entire distance, the end of their journey was at
hand. The night before entering the valley, Grandmother asked the captain if
she could arise early the next morning and start out ahead of the company as
this would be their last day of travel. Permission was granted, and very early
the next morning she with her little brood started out. After traveling some
distance and being out of sight of the company, she discovered some men on
horseback coming in their direction. As they came nearer they started yelling.
Thinking them to be Indians, Grandmother gathered her frightened children about
her. The horsemen, seeing her terror, stopped their noise, and rode quietly
down to where she was. They were scouts sent out from Salt Lake to meet the
Saints as the settlers in the valley had been anxiously waiting for the arrival
of this company. These men assisted Grandmother, by taking her children on
their horses to the settlement, hereby leaving her free to pull the cart. She
and her children were the first of this company to arrive in Salt Lake, thus
her statement to captain Ellsworth became a prophecy. "I'm going and I'm
going to beat you there."
The tediousness of the journey ahead--the
trails and hardships she would encounter--had not dawned upon Grandmother when
she left Iowa City. Food was rationed out to them; only two ounces of flour
were allowed for each member of the family a day to exist on, and at night they
took turns in using the "bake ovens." One night members of the
company had retired and Grandmother was no doubt very lonely, listening to the
strange cries of the prowling beasts and birds while preparing her rations for
the next day's journey. It was about eleven o'clock, when a young man came to
her and said, "Will you please give me something to eat? I am starving to
death." Knowing she was taking the food from her children, she shared what
she had with him. I have heard my Grandmother say, "I have thanked the
Lord many times that I shared my food with this young man, for he was found
dead in his bed the next morning and should I not have done so my conscience
would have condemned me the rest of my days."
I have listened with intense interest as
Grandmother related her many various experiences while crossing the plains.
After making camp one night, Grandmother was horrified when she discovered her
little girl (Tryphena) was missing. The child was only eight years of age.
Immediately she reported the situation to Captain Ellsworth and said, "I
cannot rest until my child is found." At once he asked for volunteers to
go back in search of the missing child. Grandmother with some of the brethren
started out. After going back some distance they were forced to return to the
company because of hungry wolves which were circling around them. Poor
Grandmother, hungry and tired, had traveled late into the night until they came
to water. What was she to do? Take a chance on her life, or return to camp
worried and frantic? Approaching the camp they heard shouts, and to their great
joy they found everybody rejoicing because the little girl was safe in camp.
She said, "I walked along with a man all
afternoon. He sat down by the wayside to rest. He laid over on his elbow
resting his head on his hand and went to sleep. I sat down by him and after
resting for a while, I was afraid I would loose sight of the company, and I
started out alone. Dark came on and I found that I was lost. Finally I saw a
fire and walked toward it. As I came near it, I was afraid it was Indians and I
crawled along on my hands and knees so they would not see me, and when I was
sure it was our company, I raised to my feet and came in." The next
morning some of the men went back in search of the man, and found him resting
as Tryphena had said but he had passed away. They dug a grave and buried him at
his place of resting. This man was an Italian and could not speak English;
consequently, he and the child had no conversation.
Several days after her arrival in Salt Lake,
Grandmother was washing and meditating on the hazardous journey crossing the
plains and her words to Captain Ellsworth came to her. It was then she realized
her statement of prophecy.
She was not in want for the necessities of
life as long as her family remained in the fort, for their meals were cooked
and brought to them. Her next home was in Ogden, where she lived for some time
at the home of William Wasliegh. She was acquainted with him in her native land.
Later she met Joseph Chadwick, a widower, and married him. They were among the
first settlers in Franklin, Idaho. Two sons were born to this union, William
and Charles Frederick.
Grandmother endured many trials and hardships,
as did all the pioneers as the Indians caused them much trouble, and Mr.
Chadwick was anything but a kind husband to her. Their next home was at Dayton,
Idaho where they built up a small mercantile business in which they prospered
until Mr. Chadwick's death in the year 1876. Grandmother was very ill at the
time of her husband's death and suffered a big financial loss. Her stepchildren
took the merchandise from the little business establishment and she was left
again in strained circumstances. One of her friends said, "Oh sister Chadwick
why do you let them rob you?" She replied, "The Lord says 'Vengeance
is mine, I will repay." His answer was, "Oh Sister Chadwick, the Lord
is so slow."
On the night of February 23, 1865, Grandmother
awoke from her sleep startled with howling and barking of dogs. She hastened
out into the darkness of the night. As she listened she distinctly heard cries
for help. Rushing into the house, she went to her husband's room and found him
sleeping. She woke him immediately and asked him to make an investigation; that
she had heard someone calling for help and that they were in distress. But he
consoled himself by telling her to go back to bed that it was only wolves
howling. The following morning, teams were sent out to break road between
Franklin and Oxford the snow being deep because of a fierce blizzard and the
men discovered the frozen bodies of my Uncle John Boice, Jr. and my great Uncle
George Barzee.
After the crops were harvested the farmers
gave Grandmother permission to glean in their fields, and for days she with her
children gathered the scattered heads of grain. In this way they secured flour.
Truly she earned her "Bread by the sweat of her brow." Returning home
one evening, tired and hungry, she discovered the axe had been stolen. Having
great faith in prayer, she took the matter up with the Lord and asked that she
might find the missing implement. A few days later, she with a neighbor lady,
were on their way to the river with their water pails which was a distance of a
half mile. We would think it terrible if we had to carry water that distance
these days. As they were going down a dugway, a prompting told Grandmother to
dig in the earth at the side of the road, but she paid no attention to it until
she was prompted the third time. She then excused herself, told the woman she
must go back, and in removing the surface, she discovered her axe under a few
inches of earth.
Another time, after returning from her work,
someone had stolen some buckskins which she kept on the cord under her straw
tick. She intended to make her boy a buckskin suit for winter. This was such a
disappointment to her that she asked the Lord to cause that the party who had
taken her buckskins could not rest until they were returned. The next morning
when she went to the shed to milk her cows, she discovered the buckskins
stuffed between the willows underneath the shed. She had very good reasons for
believing who this guilty party was.
While in the fields one day the Indians
ransacked her home and after helping themselves to what they could find they
left the house and when Grandmother returned in the evening, she found
everything turned topsy-turvy. There were so many Indian depredations in those
days that a person was subject to an assault at any time especially if they
were alone; thus it was customary for several to be together at all times. One
late fall Grandmother had prepared everything so she could be ready to take her
grain to the grist mill on short notice. Early one morning she saw some men,
with sacks of grain on running gears, a wagon without a box; boards being used
instead, headed for the grist mill. Desiring to follow close behind them,
Grandmother with the help of the children was soon ready for the trip. As the
men were passing near her home, and fearing that she was trying to get ahead of
them, they began lashing their oxen. In the excitement a sack of wheat slipped
off their wagon. Grandmother began calling to them, but they hurried right
along and pretended they did not hear her. Finally they came to a dugway. The
oxen became stubborn and ran into the willows at the foot of the hill, and
while the men were trying to get them back on the road Grandmother came along.
Her oxen went steadily up the grade. Thus her opponents became excited, and two
of them ran up the hill with clubs in hand and began to beat the heads of the
oxen. The man at the flour mill was on the "mill-race" and saw what
was going on. When Grandmother drove up with her ox team he took a sack of
wheat from her wagon and said, "I have seen horse racing, but that is the
first ox team race I ever saw. Those men ought to be ashamed of themselves for
treating a widow in such a manner."
Grandma took up mid-wifery and has brought
many souls into the world. She was surrounded with a comforting influence which
gave courage and hope to suffering humanity in the hour of distress. She would
never allow anybody to say anything about her religion or nationality. She
always put her trust in her Heavenly Father, as she was a firm believer in
prayer. She suffered many trials that no doubt account for her exceeding faith.
Grandmother reached her desired haven here on earth and no doubt rich blessings
await her in eternity. She left a numerous posterity to mourn her departure.
She was laid to rest in Franklin, Idaho, having died in Dayton, Idaho, April
26, 1904 or 1905.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Ancestor Conversion Stories: Heman Hyde and Polly Wyman Tilton
This biography is about my Grandma Bodily's great grand-parents. I found it on the LDS FamilySearch web site. It was contributed to that site by Julia Baxter Christensen.
At the time of Heman Hyde's birth on 30 June 1788, his parents, James and Betty (Pennock) Hyde, were living at Manchester, in southern Vermont, but while he was still a baby they moved to Strafford, in the northern part of the state. Heman was raised there, being the oldest of a large family of brothers and sisters. Indications are that Heman received a fair amount of schooling as he grew up.
On the fifth day of December, in 1810, Heman married Polly Wyman Tilton, a girl he had known ever since he could remember. Polly was the daughter of Phillip Tilton and Tabitha Prescott, an Indian woman, and was born 20 January 1786, in Moultonborough, New Hampshire. While Polly was still a small child her mother moved to Strafford, Vermont, and there married a widower, John Bullock. To this union were born seven children, half brothers and sisters of Polly.
Heman and Polly
The first child of this marriage, Heman Tilton Hyde, was born in Strafford in June 1812. Sometime during the next two and a half years the young father departed from his happy home to serve in the war of 1812, and also moved his family to York, Livingston Co., New York. In York, four more children were born: Charles Walker (named after a family friend), July 1814; Rosel (named by his uncle, Roswell Hyde, who purposely abbreviated the name), May 1816; William, September 1818; and Mary Ann, September 1820.
Records show Heman to have been in the New York State Militia.
From the Military Minutes of the Council of Appointment of the State of New York, 1783-1821, vol. 3, pp 1929, 2042, by Hugh Hastings:
24 April 1818. Genesee Co. 164th Regiment of Infantry,
New York State Militia. Heman Hyde, Lieut.
27 March 1819. Genesee Co. 77th Regiment of Infantry
New York State Militia. Heman Hyde, Capt.
In the year 1825, Heman and Polly, with their children, left York and settled in Freedom, Cattaraugus Co., New York. Since that was wilderness, Heman cleared the timber from the land and developed a large farm. He also carried on a heavy business in wool carding and cloth dressing. He was well situated and much respected by all. Their house was ever a home to the weary and their hands never withheld from the poor. In May 1827, another daughter was born, Caroline, but she was not destined for adulthood in this life, and died the same day.
Adjoining the family farm was the farm of Warren A. Cowdery, an early convert to "Mormonism," and it was from him, during the early 1830's that the Hyde family first heard of the restored Gospel and learned of the Book of Mormon. Warren obtained from his brother Oliver, some of the proof sheets to the Book of Mormon, some of which the Hyde family "had the privilege of perusing, and we did not peruse any faster than we believed."
Heman's son William records in his journal that "early in the year 1834 Joseph Smith and Parley P. Pratt came to my father's house. They preached in the neighborhood two or three times, and conversed much in private. Before they left, my oldest brother was baptized."
The Prophet Joseph Smith, in his journal, says of the occasion:
“Sunday, March 9th.--We preached in a school house, and had great attention. We found a few disciples who were firm in the faith; and, after meeting found many believing and could hardly get away from them, and appointed a meeting in Freedom for Monday the 10th, and stayed at Mr. Warren A. Cowdery's, where we were blessed with a full enjoyment of temporal and spiritual blessings . . .
“Monday 10.--We met our appointment, and preached to a great congregation; and at evening again preached to an overflowing house. After meeting, I proposed if any wished to obey, and would make it manifest, we would stay to administer to another meeting. A young man of the Methodist order arose and testified of his faith in the fullness of the Gospel and desired to be baptized. We appointed another meeting for the following day.
“Tuesday 11.--Fulfilled our appointment and baptized Heman T. Hyde, after which we rode nine miles . . . .”
This Heman T. Hyde whom they baptized was the son of Heman and Polly. Of this incident Elder Parley P. Pratt, who was the Prophet's traveling companion on this mission, says,
“We visited Freedom, Cattaraugus County, New York; tarried over Sunday and preached several discourses, to which the people listened with great interest; we were kindly and hospitably entertained among them. We baptized a young man named Heman Hyde; his parents were Presbyterians, and his mother, on account of the strength of her traditions, thought that we were wrong, and told me afterwards that she would much rather have followed him to an earthly grave than to have seen him baptized. Soon afterwards, however, herself, her husband, and the rest of the family, with some thirty or forty others, were all baptized and organized into a branch of the Church--called the Freedom Branch--from which nucleus the light spread and souls were gathered into the fold in all regions round. Thus mightily grew the word of God, or the seed sown by that extraordinary personage, the Prophet and Seer of the nineteenth century”.
The following is the story of Polly's conversion, as related by George Tilton Hyde, who said that his father, Rosel (son of Polly), told it to him more than once. Rosel said that the Prophet Joseph Smith was visiting at their home in Freedom, New York, and told them the thrilling story of the coming forth of the Book of Mormon. “Mother said to him, ‘Mr. Smith, if what you say is not true, hell is too good a place for you.’ The Prophet replied, ‘I know it, Mrs. Hyde, I know it; but the testimony I have borne to you is true; I know it is true and you may know it.’ The words of the Prophet cut her to the heart, and before retiring that night she sought the Lord in humble prayer--her petition was answered--the next morning she applied for baptism."
The journal of Orson Pratt states that he and Brother John Murdock were at Mr. Hyde's home on March 30, 1834. On April 7, Heman Hyde and William Hyde, among others, were baptized and confirmed. On April 11, Polly Hyde was baptized and confirmed. Other members of the family soon followed their example, except for Rosel ("because of a sort of shyness on my part, being at that time but a young man and never having joined myself to any religious body.") Heman was ordained an Elder not long after his baptism.
From the Autobiography of Parley P. Pratt (p. 121) we glean the following added information:
As I returned toward the West, I came to the town of Freedom . . . where President Joseph Smith and myself had preached on our outward journey, a few weeks previously, and where we had baptized a young man by the name of Heman Hyde, as the first fruits in that place . . . Heman Hyde accompanied me to Kirtland, where we arrived the latter part of April, and were kindly and hospitably entertained by President Joseph Smith.
In May of the same year Heman Tilton Hyde was one of about two hundred volunteers who went with the Prophet Joseph Smith in the great march called "Zion's Camp," to Missouri to aid the persecuted saints there, returning in July or August. Heman Hyde and those of his household, were fully convinced of the truthfulness of the teachings of the Prophet Joseph Smith, and as time passed their testimonies burned stronger and stronger. In February of the year 1836 the family (including young Heman Tilton Hyde with his bride, Eunice Sawyer, whom he had married in October 1835) moved from Freedom, New York, to Kirtland, Ohio, at that time one of the gathering places of the Church, and the site of the first temple being built by the saints. Construction was nearly complete on the temple by the time the Hyde family made residence in Kirtland, and it was dedicated a month later. The family attended the dedication of the temple, except for the son Rosel, who still had not been baptized. William Hyde, in his journal, says of the dedication meeting: "This was, by far, the best meeting I had ever attended. The gifts of the gospel were enjoyed in a marvelous manner and Angels administered unto many." The people outside the temple heard a strange noise like the rushing of a strong wind and they beheld a bright light resting above the sacred building." In later years when George Hyde asked his father Rosel why he delayed asking for baptism, Rosel said that his father told him not to be in a hurry, but to wait until he was sure it was the right thing to do. Rosel told George further, that the evening of the dedication of the temple at Kirtland, Ohio, from his father's home on the farm near Kirtland, that he saw a bright light like a pillar of fire resting above the temple. After what he saw and also heard at that time he needed nothing more to convince him and soon after, he was baptized.
The attributes and abilities of Heman Hyde were noticed by the Church leaders, and in 1837 he was ordained a High Priest, that he might more ably fill the capacities for which he was suited. Polly supported him fully, and did all in her power to assist in the strengthening of the Church.
The Saints were commanded to gather in and about Independence, Missouri, but they were meeting with opposition from the other settlers. Heman Hyde's son William, traveled to Far West, Missouri, the route he had to travel being a journey of about 1800 miles, and arrived in the spring of 1838. He did what he could to help the Saints there in their trials and persecution. The rest of the family of Heman and Polly left Kirtland in September of the same year, intending to go to Far West and settle. When they had traveled as far as Huntsville, Missouri, about one hundred miles into the state and almost to their destination, they remained a few days in the woods where they were discovered by a mob, and for no other reason than that they were "Mormons,” were compelled by the armed mob to leave the state. They retreated to Quincy, Illinois. William Hyde was among those driven out of Far West in December, 1838, and he also fled to Quincy, where William found his parents.
Three more of their children married while Heman and Polly lived in the vicinity of Quincy -- Rosel in December 1839 to Mary Ann Cowles; Mary Ann in March 1841 to Isaac Bullard; and William in February 1842 to Elizabeth Howe Bullard, sister of Isaac. Charles undoubtedly desired also to marry, but was crippled and probably felt that he would never enjoy the companionship of a wife. But his parents were happy to have him, with his kind disposition, remain at home with them.
Heman Tilton Hyde died in May of 1842, not quite thirty years of age, leaving a widow and two small children, with another child born seven months after his decease. His death can be partly attributed to the persecutions and hardships which he had endured along with the rest of the Saints. His parents and family were greatly saddened by his death.
Heman and Polly, during the summer of 1842, moved into Nauvoo, Illinois. Here they, along with their son William, built a comfortable brick home for themselves. In October of this same year Mary Ann's husband died, a mournful occasion for this bride of eighteen months. She later married David Grant in September 1843.
This is a photo of the Heman Hyde home in Nauvoo. The home was built in 1843. The photo was taken in 1939.
The family was part of the dramatic events at Nauvoo. They enjoyed its growth and prosperity under the direction of the Prophet Joseph Smith, whom they knew well. (Their son Rosel commented many times about their friendship with the Prophet, and he made special mention of the Prophet's unusual eyes -- that to look into them was to know that he was not an ordinary man.) They grieved at the tragic martyrdom of their beloved Prophet. They were there when the mantle of Joseph fell upon Brigham Young. They worked diligently to help complete the temple at Nauvoo so that they and the other Saints could receive their temple ordinances. It was a time of rejoicing when these temple blessings were finally realized. But the "anti-Mormon" presence was becoming more pronounced and more vicious. As Rosel told it, he and his family and friends "passed through those bitter scenes of persecution so well understood by those acquainted with the history of the Church. We suffered the most heart-rendering persecution that a cruel mob, actuated by the spirit of devils, could inflict upon us in the shape of burning houses, burning standing grain, etc." On the eighteenth of May 1846, Heman and Polly, with their children and their families, and what earthly possessions they could haul in their wagons, gazed for the last time on their comfortable homes, their beautiful city, and the Holy Temple, then crossed the Mississippi River, and started their long journey in search of peace in an unknown and desolate wilderness. The trail was by then well-worn, for the first fleeing Saints had left Nauvoo in the bitter cold and wet of February, followed by a steady migration. The Hyde families reached Council Bluffs the 12th of July. The two months had been hard and long, but others shared their plight and all buoyed each other’s spirits.
Only four days after arriving at the Missouri River (Council Bluffs) William Hyde was mustered into the Mormon Battalion, leaving his wife and two children in the care of his parents in "this unsettled camp in the midst of an uncultivated, wild Indian country."
Heman settled at what was called Council Point and because of his wisdom and abilities, he was appointed to the High Council (21 July 1846) to help govern the camps of the Saints at this temporary place of gathering. Heman and Rosel built crude homes for themselves, for Eunice (widow of Heman Tilton Hyde) and her three children, and for William's family. They also cultivated land during the summer.
Fall came and Eunice's baby died. Rather than suffer further, she returned to her family home in Freedom, New York, taking her two remaining children with her. In February 1847, Mary Ann Hyde Grant died after a lingering sickness caused by exposure, as had many of the Saints in their inadequate circumstances. She left a husband and two children without their dear wife and mother. Heman and Polly then cared for their motherless grandchildren. The next summer Heman and Rosel toiled to raise all the crops they could, for the benefit of themselves and for all those that might have need of food as the winter season advanced.
In December 1847, William returned from his march with the Mormon Battalion, amid much rejoicing by all. He had been absent seventeen months. Spring arrived at last and preparations were made for Heman and household to travel on. William and Rosel assisted their father and mother, so that they, with their son Charles and also Mary Ann's children, were able to leave Council Bluffs with the Saints that spring for the Rocky Mountains. They arrived in the Salt Lake Valley in September 1848, and settled there. It had been an arduous and seemingly endless trek across the plains, during which journey Heman acted in the capacity of a Captain of Fifty. William worked the farm at Council Point that Heman and Rosel had opened, and Rosel hired to drive a team for the government. William, Rosel, and their families made the journey to "Zion" in 1849. Heman was able to secure land and build an adequate home. He felt grateful to the Lord for the blessings his household now enjoyed, after the diverse hardships they had undergone.
In 1851, Heman and Polly, after due consideration and prayer, decided to invite a friend to join them in the bonds of plural marriage. Consequently, a widow woman by the name of Prudence Bump, became Heman's second wife.
In February 1852, their son Charles married Sarah Taylor, and remained in Salt Lake City. Charles was the last child to leave the family home. Rosel was called to settle Kaysville. William lived in Lehi, then Cache Valley, where Hyde Park was named after him. These sons were all a wonderful credit to their parents through their example and teachings. All three of them became Patriarchs of the Church and as they lived their religion to the fullest, they were known for their spirituality and faith.
Sometime, probably during the 1850's a photographer opened either a permanent or a temporary studio in Salt Lake City. Heman and Polly dressed in their best (he in his uniform from the War of 1812), visited the photographer and posed for their pictures. What kindness, love and other emulative traits are recorded in their faces!
In 1856 Heman married a third wife, Elizabeth Lane, who had emigrated from Wales. Because of her fine character, she was loved by all of Heman's family. Three years later, a fourth wife, Catherine Mary Griffiths, became a member of Heman's household. She was thirty-four years old, and like Elizabeth, an emigrant from Wales. Imagine the delight in the heart and home of Heman Hyde, who was in his seventy's, when during the first three years after this marriage this wife presented him with two sons, Heman and Henry, and then the sorrow when both children died of scarlet fever in 1865.
Heman Hyde Portrait
Heman and Polly were ever considerate of others' needs, serving their Church, family and fellow-men in every way that they could. Heman was a member of the High Council for several years after his arrival in Salt Lake Valley. He and Polly, in addition to Heman's plural wives, made a home for their granddaughter, Mary Ann Grant, until her untimely death at the age of seventeen, after she caught cold while attending a party.
The wife and mother of this Hyde family, Polly Wyman Tilton Hyde, left this earthly existence on the thirteenth of September 1862. She was a woman of strong will, but gentle and kind, proud of her part-Indian ancestry, admired and loved by her family. She served well and devotedly, and when her sweet smile was missing from the family they greatly felt her absence.
Polly was united on the other side of the veil with her husband, Heman on 11 June 1869. He died in Salt Lake City, Utah, his home of twenty-one years. His strong, fervent testimony which carried him through his years of trials is a permanent legacy for those of us who are his descendants.
History written by Myrtle S. Hyde - 1964
Sources:
1. Patriarchal Blessings of Heman Hyde and Polly Tilton
2. Manchester, Vermont Deeds
3. Strafford, Vermont Vital Records
4. Records of Endowment House, Logan and Nauvoo Temples
5. Writings of George Tilton Hyde
6. Strafford, Vermont Census 1790, 1800
7. Hyde Family Records
8. York, New York Census 1820, 1825
9. Records of Charles Walker Hyde
10. Descendants of Humphrey Hide, by Willard S. Morse
11. Journal of William Hyde
12. Autobiography of Parley P. Pratt
13. Records of Rosel Hyde
14. Obituary of Heman Hyde
15. History of the Church, Vol II, pp 42,61,184,123,139,428
16. Early LDS Church Records File
17. Exodus to Greatness, by Preston Nibley p 206
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