<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920</id><updated>2012-01-21T21:33:30.957-07:00</updated><category term='Burrville'/><category term='Hawley'/><category term='FRIENDS'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Washburns'/><category term='BARR'/><category term='ANNABELLA'/><category term='TRADITIONS'/><category term='LIFE'/><category term='Tuttle'/><category term='SPIRITUAL'/><category term='Andersons'/><category term='TANNER'/><category term='ERIN'/><category term='Roberts'/><title type='text'>SAGE IN THE WIND</title><subtitle type='html'>GOING IN SEARCH OF ANCESTORS &amp;amp; FAMILY....our heritage is who we are.  Their sacrifice is our blessing and stewardship.  Liberty must be won by each generation.  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AMANDA...play'in in the mud  (just click the blue)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/lZbk0yjsTtw"&gt;http://youtu.be/lZbk0yjsTtw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-6586704400550778016?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/6586704400550778016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2011/07/erin-amandaplayin-in-mud-just-click.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/6586704400550778016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/6586704400550778016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2011/07/erin-amandaplayin-in-mud-just-click.html' title='ERIN &amp; AMANDA...play&apos;in in the mud  (just click the blue)'/><author><name>Jeff Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05697025371797211410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNj5E3SWv4/S4i2X5JXvyI/AAAAAAAAABY/5s7-f9nqUTc/S220/dadhorse.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-3486670047229654267</id><published>2011-07-27T22:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:25:46.866-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberts'/><title type='text'>ASA FISH'IN....just click the BLUE link below</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/-jnie3gFU2s"&gt;http://youtu.be/-jnie3gFU2s&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-3486670047229654267?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/3486670047229654267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2011/07/asa-fishinjust-click-green-link.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/3486670047229654267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/3486670047229654267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2011/07/asa-fishinjust-click-green-link.html' title='ASA FISH&apos;IN....just click the BLUE link below'/><author><name>Jeff Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05697025371797211410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNj5E3SWv4/S4i2X5JXvyI/AAAAAAAAABY/5s7-f9nqUTc/S220/dadhorse.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-3344669816548333355</id><published>2011-04-30T18:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:28:54.479-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuttle'/><title type='text'>JOSIAH TUTTLE: Revolutionary War Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;note: Josiah Tuttle descendant of John Tuttle settled in Glenwood, Utah after converting to the Mormon Church in North Carolina. His daughter Hattie Rozella Charlotte Jane Married Parley Anderson. After several false starts they ended up in Annabella. Their descendants are thick and thin through the community to this day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guzmUrUCMEs/ThMc2n8zu6I/AAAAAAAAA9g/x7gDVdRh5NU/s1600/Josiah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: lime;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guzmUrUCMEs/ThMc2n8zu6I/AAAAAAAAA9g/x7gDVdRh5NU/s640/Josiah.jpg" width="442" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Revolutionary War Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-pagination: none; mso-text-indent-alt: -.5in; tab-stops: 11.0pt .5in; text-autospace: none; text-indent: -.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 13pt;"&gt;JOHN TUTTLE was born March 22, 1761 in Fairfax County, Virginia. He came to  North Carolina as a youth. He entered the service of the United States as a  private volunteer in the militia company of Captain PETER O’NEAL, in Rockingham  County, sometime around Easter of 1778. He was in service for about two months  and returned home to Rockingham County.”  “In August of 1778, he was drafted into a company commanded by Captain  WILLIAM WILSON. They marched to Guilford Courthouse, NC, and there joined Col.  PAISLEY’s regiment. From there they marched to Salisbury and were joined by  General DAVIDSON’s brigade. After a short stay in Salisbury, they marched ‘to  or near’ the borders of South Carolina and took up what was called headquarters  at a place called 12 Mile Creek, where we took 18 Tories and Colonel Paisley  and other officers had them tried by court martial, when this applicant was  one of the guard. Nine of the prisoners was acquitted and the other nine were  sentenced to receive the lash and did receive them on their bare backs, and to  serve 12 months in the regular service.”  “Shortly after this happened, information came to our officers that the British  army an _____ towards and near our headquarters. We were ordered to march  immediately and marched in a dark, wet night, the enemy being in pursuit until  we passed back through Salisbury and crossed the Yadkin River where we met with  an army of Virginia troops, as I was told. We were then ordered and did recross  the river and marched back after the British until we came to our old stand at  12 Mile Creek near the Catawba River, the British having crossed 25 miles below  in South Carolina. Then a detachment of our troops was sent from headquarters  and this applicant was one of the company to watch and guard at a point on the  river to prevent the British from coming back again, at which time and place  this applicant’s time of service ended with many others for three months, and  was marched back to headquarters at 12-Mile Creek, and there received a written  discharge from Colonel Paisley for three months and ten days, and then returned  home to his father’s in Surry County, near major Winston’s residence.”  “In January 1781, he answered a call for mounted men and joined a  company commanded by ROBERT HILL of Surrey County under Major JOSEPH WINSTON.  They marched through Rockingham County and into Caswell County. While enroute,  they skirmished and defeated a parcel of Tories’ and then were joined by  General PICKENS’ light horse troops. TARLETON, the British commander, with  about 800 soldiers was located near Hillsboro, North Carolina. The British  advanced on TUTTLE’s unit which ‘retreated a few miles and then formed for  battle.’ TUTTLE apparently had been previously wounded on his instep by  a ‘rough-shod horse’ and was left to guard some horses in the rear. The attack  was too much for the U.S. troops and ‘they broke on the right wing which soon  became a disorderly retreat with the loss of two men killed.’ TUTTLE and a few  other men made it into Rockingham County where he stayed until his foot healed.  After recovering from the injury, he received a verbal discharge from Captain  HILL."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Revolutionary War Veteran&amp;nbsp;Pension Declaration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Declaration Of John Tuttle For A Pension, Before The Court Of Pleas And Quarter, Stokes County, NC State of North Carolina County of Stokes  On this 13th day of June 1836 personally appears in open court before  the justice of the court of please and quarter Superior held for the county of  Stokes aforesaid, John Tuttle age seventy five years and a resident of Stokes  County who being sworn ____to law, doth on his oath make the following  declaration in order to obtain the benefits of the act of Congress passed the  7th of June, 1832. First that he entered the service of the United States as  a private volunteer Militia Soldier where he was entered in Capt Peter Oneals  company in Rockingham County N. Carolina about Easter in the year 1778. When  there was a special call for soldiers to be in ___ at a moments notice, to  march in order route Tories, he being of the men taken from Capt. Oneals  company to make up a company commanded by a Capt. Philips of Rockingham county  aforesaid; from thence said Capt Philips marched his company directions and  ways: through Guilford County and Rowan to the Yadkin River, there down the  country into Randolph county to Deep River. The names of all the different  places and stations he was marched he cannot now recollect as it was then yet  a strange part of the country to him. He being then a youth and does not  recollect the names of all the officers who he then knew. But that he  remained in the service under the command of said Capt. Philips at least two  months and was discharged verbally by his Captain and returns home to  Rockingham.  The next service he was drafted out Capt Peter Oneals company in Rockingham  County above mentioned for a term of three months. He believed in the month  of August 1778 or 1779. He cannot properly ascertain which and was a private  in a company commanded by a Capt Wm. Wilson to march, to Guilford Court House  N. Carolina, and then they joined Col Paisleys regiment, then marched to  Stones (?) Ferry on the Yadkin River by Rowan County. From there to Salisbury  and there joined to General Davidson Brigade and remained some time at  Salisbury. Then marched to or near the borders of South Carolina and took of  what was called head quarters at a place called 12 Mile Creek where we took  18 torries, and Col. Paisley and other officers had them tried by court  martial, when this applicant was one of the guards. 9 of the prisoners was  acquitted and the other nine were sentenced to receive the lash and did  receive them on their bare backs and to serve 12 months in the regular  service. Shortly after this happened information came to our officers that  the British Army were advancing towards and near our head quarters: we were  ordered to march immediately and did retreat in a hurry. And marched in a dark  wet night, the enemy being in pursuit until we ___ back through Salisbury and  crossed the Yadkin River. Where we met with an army of Virginia troops, and I  was told ___. Then we were ordered to and did recros the river and marched  back after the British until we arrived and did stop at 12 Mile Creek near the  Cataba River. The British having stopped 25 miles below in South Carolina,  then a detachment of our troops was sent from head quarters and this applicant  was one of the company to watch and guard at a point on the River to prevent  the British from coming over again at which time and place this applicants  time of service ended. With many others for three ___ and was marched back to  head quarters at 12 Mile Creek and there rec’d a written discharge from Col  Paisley for three months and ten days and then returned home to his fathers in  Surry county N. Carolina near Major Winstons Residence.  The next service there being special call for horses or mounted men,  the said applicant turned out a volunteer and furnished his own horse and fire  arms ____ some time in January 1781 in a company commanded by Capt Robert Hill  of Surry County N. Carolina under Major Joseph Winston, and marched from said  Major Winstons in said Capt Hills company down through Rockingham and into  Caswell County N. Carolina and on our ___ route and defeated a parcel of  tories, and then joined Col or Genl Pickens light horse troops. Where I was  told we were about 500 strong. And at the some time I was told that Tarlton  the British commander with about 800 dragoons lay a few miles below us towards  Hillsboro and one day a party or all of them advanced on us when we retreated  a few miles and formed for battle I being previously wounded in my instep by a  rough shod horse. I was commanded with others to guard some horses in the  rear. When the attack commenced they immediately broke on the right being  which soon became a general disorderly retreat with the life of two men  killed. I with part of the men got into Rockingham and was left to get the  inflammation cured in my foot. Meanwhile the company to which I belonged had  marched and had another skirmish with the British and Tories at Whitesills  Mills and then returned home in this service and served at least two months a  part of which was under Capt Oneal after he recovered from his wound aforesaid  and Capt. Hill discharged him verbally after he recovered from the wound in  his foot or above ___ all of which services amounts to five months and 10 days  a foot private. 2 months on horse. ___ .5 months ___ 2 as calvary .7 and a  third in all.   For which he claims a pension  This applicant states that it is out of his power to produce any evidence to  prove the first two months he served as all of his acquaintances in the County  of Rockingham where he resided then in the time of his youth are now dead or  moved away. The other five months service he thinks he can prove by Joseph  and Ephraim Banner. And the two months in the Calvary by Maj. Rob’t Hill who  gave his deposition some time before my declaration and has been ___ ___ . He  hereby relinquished every claim whatsoever to a pension or annuity except the  present, and declares that his name sworn and subscribed the day and year  first above mentioned in open court.  Jno Hill John Tuttle   The court then proceeds to ___ the ___ ___ prescribed to be done, by the War  Department.  First he answered that he was born in Fairfax County Commonwelth of Virginia  on the 22nd of March 1761  2nd. He has as received (?) a receipt from his partnets of which he believes  is correct. 3rd and 4th. He was living in Rockingham County N Carolina when called into  the two first. Surry county N Carolina the last service and the first and last  as a volunteer the service was drafted. And have lived in Surry and Stokes  counties ever since in the same neighborhood. 5th. Owing to the division of Surry he fell in the first call. Stokes. He knew  a great many more than he can name at present owing to the length of time that  has elapsed to gether with the infirmities of old age. That he recollects.  General Davidson, ___ ___ that he saw in the army besides those already  mentioned in his declaration. 6th. He does not recollect of receiving but one written discharge that was  from Col Paisley for three months and ten days. Which is lost or mislaid. The  others he thinks were verbally by his proper officers. 7th. He believes that General Joseph w. Winston and Wm Cox Esquire (?) will  testify as to his character for veracity and belief of his services as a  soldier of the Revolution. Sworn and subscribed in open court. There being no  clergyman convenient. John Tuttle  We Joseph W. Winston and William Cox residing in the county of Stokes and  State of North Carolina hereby certify that we are well acquainted with John  Tuttle who has subscribed and sworn to the above declaration that we believe  him to be seventy five years of age, that he is reputed and believed in the  neighborhood where he resides to have been a soldier of the Rebolution,and we  concur in that opinion. Sworn and subscribed in open court the day and year  above written....  Joseph Winston Jno Hill Wm Cox   ...and the said court do hereby declare their opinion after the investigation  of the matter, and after putting the interrogation prescribed by the  Department of War, that the above named applicant (John Tuttle) was a  revolutionary soldier, and served as he states, and the court further  certifies that it appears to them that Capt. Joseph W. Winston and Wm. Cox  Esquire who signed the preceding certificate is residents of the same county  and are credible persons. And also that Joseph Banner and Ephraim Banner whose  depositions taken by Charles Banner a Justice of the Peace. Which accompany  this declaration, are credible persons and all of their statements are  entitled to credit.  J ____ WG Cole JP  ____ ____ JP ___ Covington JP C Banner JP (these are apparently the signatures of Justices of the Peace in Stokes Co)   State of North Carolina County of Stokes  I John Hill Clerk of the Court of Please and Quarter sessions for said county  do hereby certify that the forgong contains the original proceedings of the  court in the matter of application of John Tuttle for a pension In testimony whereof I have  Hereunto affixed my seal of Office and subscribed my name  This 13th day June 1836  Ma Hill.  Transcribed as near as possible to the original spelling, punctuation, etc.   Additional Comments: Declaration for a pension from the United States for service during the  Revolutioary War.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;  Rev. War Pension Affidavits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Copy Of Original Doucment Written: June 6, 1836  State of North Carolina, County of Stokes  Be it known that on this 6th day of June 1836, personally appeared  before me a justice of the peace in and for said county Joseph Banner ___an  aged respectable citizen of said county and made oath in due form of law the  he is now and was well acquainted with John Tuttle who has, or is about, to  make application to the war department for a Pension that he served a tour of  duty in the Militia with him or at least in the same regiment under the  command of Col. Paisley in Genl. Davidson Brigade the term of some little over  three months he thinks in 178 or 1779, he does not remember but some time in  last march he sent his discharge to the war department with a declaration of  said Tuttle which will more plainly show the date of the service . Sworn and subscribed the date above written Before me C. Banner, JP Joseph Banner (seal)   On the same day first above writer Ephraim Banner personally appears before me  Charles Banner one of Justices of the peace for Stokes County aforesaid and  made oath in due form of law that he knew the above mentioned John Tuttle and  served in the same regiment under Coll. Paisley towards the Cataba River at  least three months as stated above in Joseph Banners declaration but cannot  recollect the precise year, that it was in the fall of the year and he further  remembers of seeing the said Tuttle start in a horse company under the command  of Maj. Joseph Winston and Capt Robert Hill. When this deposant was unwell  with a fever and could not go with them which was some time before the  Guilford Battle, that said Tuttle was gone some months and returned home a  very short time before said Battle. Sworn and subscribed as above stated  before me. C. Banner JP Ephriam X (his mark) Banner  North Carolina Stokes County  I Charles Banner one of the acting Justices of the peace in and for  the county aforesaid do hereby certify that the written names Joseph Banner  and Ephraim Banner who swore and subscribed their separate declarations as  within written are both residents of the county aforesaid, and on the pension  roll of the U.States and are men of veracity and truth and that their  statement is ___ entitled to credit. Given under my hand this 6th June 1836. C. Banner JP  State of North Carolina County of Stokes  I john Hill clerk of the court of pleas and quarter ___ of said county certify  that Charles Banner is a magistrate of above andthat the forgoing signature  purporting to be his is genuine. In testimony whereof I have hereunto affixed  my seal of office and subscribed my name this 13th day of June 1836.  Jno. Hill   Additional Comments: This is the sworn statment of Ephriam and Joseph Banner, who attested that  they knew John Tuttle, as a member of the State Militia during the  Revolutionary War. This needs to be linked to John Tuttle of Stokes County.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-3344669816548333355?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/3344669816548333355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2011/04/josiah-tuttle-revolutionary-war-soldier.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/3344669816548333355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/3344669816548333355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2011/04/josiah-tuttle-revolutionary-war-soldier.html' title='JOSIAH TUTTLE: Revolutionary War Soldier'/><author><name>Jeff Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05697025371797211410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNj5E3SWv4/S4i2X5JXvyI/AAAAAAAAABY/5s7-f9nqUTc/S220/dadhorse.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-guzmUrUCMEs/ThMc2n8zu6I/AAAAAAAAA9g/x7gDVdRh5NU/s72-c/Josiah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-2021479888899486555</id><published>2011-04-30T15:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:36:52.745-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BARR'/><title type='text'>CIVIL WAR ANCESTORS: TUTTLES &amp; BARRS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmuGjDZ2UDI/Tbv7qtrmvPI/AAAAAAAAA0U/THa0_f2BbeY/s1600/x1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmuGjDZ2UDI/Tbv7qtrmvPI/AAAAAAAAA0U/THa0_f2BbeY/s400/x1.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;On March 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1862,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;SIX TUTTLE ANCESTORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;enlisted in the Confederate Army at&amp;nbsp; Stokes County, North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; I became intrigued with this story because a Civil War Sword came down through the family.&amp;nbsp; No one , however, has any recollection tying the artifact to a particular ancestral family.&amp;nbsp; My father and Uncle just remember it being kicked around as a family toy.&amp;nbsp; It is an authentic Civil War sword.&amp;nbsp; Looking at my Dad’s ancesters I could eliminate the Roberts, Gleaves, Andersons and Gardners.&amp;nbsp; They arrived in Utah and had mostly no connection to families in the East when the war would have raged.&amp;nbsp; The Gleaves arrived directly England…the Andersons from Sweden.&amp;nbsp; It is possible that some joined the War out in Territorial Utah but unlikely.&amp;nbsp; My best shot were the Tuttles or Barrs where we still to this day have family back in the Carolinas.&amp;nbsp; Starting with the Tuttles I found that 6 of them, related to each other in various ways had joined at the same place on the same day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Calvin, Dewitt, Peter, John, Gideon and Jefferson were all Tuttles who joined the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Confederate 52nd&amp;nbsp;Regiment, Company D of North Carolina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; The 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;fought in many of the wars most infamous and bloody battles, including Gettysburg, Wilderness, Spotsylvania Courthouse, Cold Harbor, Petersburg, Hatcher’s Run, Richmond, Sailors Creek and even Appomattox Courthouse.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;John Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;is the common ancestor of all these soldiers.&amp;nbsp; He was a Revolutionary war soldier. All ties to him will be noted.&amp;nbsp; He was the first Tuttle to settle in the virgin Stokes County area of North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; He was born in Fairfax, Virginia. My ancestor that came to Utah was Josiah Tuttle, who settled in Glenwood, Utah as a convert to the Mormon Church. This was in the later part of the&amp;nbsp; 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;century. His father was a grandson of John Tuttle and was the contemporary of these soldiers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Alexander&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;our direct ancestor a Civil War soldier as were his cousins? &amp;nbsp;We find him making war damage claims in 1873 which often went to loyalists.&amp;nbsp; Could this be the reason we find him not participating in the war?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Isaac Barr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;was the common ancestor for the Barr family.&amp;nbsp; He was Born in 1751 in Prince William County. He lived in Fauquier County, Virginia.&amp;nbsp; Like the Tuttles he moved south to Germanton, &amp;nbsp;Stokes, North Carolina. He was a veteran in the Revolutionary War.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -45pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mL8G4Xc13mk/Tbv76qrFfnI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/aK73U983Nf8/s1600/xDead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="301" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mL8G4Xc13mk/Tbv76qrFfnI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/aK73U983Nf8/s400/xDead.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE 52nd&amp;nbsp;NORTH CAROLINA INFANTRY SIX&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Calvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;was listed as a farmer.&amp;nbsp; He enlisted as a Private at age 31.&amp;nbsp; He was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;within 2 months.&amp;nbsp; He died of disease May 17,1862 near Raleigh, North Carolina. He was the grandson of John Tuttle and the son of James &amp;amp;amp; Nancy Tuttle. The 1850 census shows him living with his parents in Germanton, Stokes, North Carolina. He was born abt 1831. He had 6 siblings. A Rierson couple lived with them.&amp;nbsp; I assume that the wife Emily Rierson was Calvin’s sister.&amp;nbsp; A James Rierson was the bondsman at his wedding to Susan Francis Martin.&amp;nbsp; He married 2/19/1857.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Dewitt P. Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, a farmer, joined as a Sergeant at the age of 18.&amp;nbsp; He was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;August 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, 1864 at Ream’s Station, VA.&amp;nbsp; He was born in 1844, the son of Peter &amp;amp;amp; Susan Eason. An account of the Battle at Ream’s Station is includes below.&amp;nbsp; He was from Germanton. His grandfather was John Tuttle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Peter H. Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;was a farmer who joined as a private at the age of 28. &amp;nbsp;According to the 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;regiment, Peter was born in 1834 and lived in Stokes County when enlisting. &amp;nbsp;A Peter Tuttle born in 1832 (a 2 year birth date discrepancy thus they may be different individuals.) The 1832Peter is the son of Elijah &amp;amp;amp; Mary Eason. In addition a 1849Peter (M) is the son of 1806Peter &amp;amp;amp; Susan Eason and the brother to Dewitt above. So we have John Tuttle with 2 sons marrying sisters and then both having sons named Peter.&amp;nbsp; So double cousins with the same name.&amp;nbsp; However, the 1834Peter of the 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Regiment is the subject of our research.&amp;nbsp; Is our relative, the 1832Peter the same as the 1834Peter of the 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;John Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;joined the 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;on March 19, 1862 in Stokes County. &amp;nbsp;He was 20 at enlistment putting his birth at around 1843.&amp;nbsp; He joined as a musician / fifer and was promoted to Corporal and then Sergeant on 12/1/1864. &amp;nbsp;He joined company G. Sometimes the name John (W.) is found. He was the younger brother to Calvin listed above and the grandson of his namesake John Tuttle.&amp;nbsp; He is listed as a farmer.&amp;nbsp; He married Jane Tuttle in 1861.&amp;nbsp; He is listed in the 1900 census with 5 children in Stokes County, North Carolina . &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gideon Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;of Meadows, North Carolina joined the 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;on 3/19/1862.&amp;nbsp; He was 23 at enlistment and was born abt 1838.&amp;nbsp; He was a farmer at enlistment into Company D, 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;North Carolina Regiment.&amp;nbsp; Albert Gideon is the Great Grandson of John Tuttle.&amp;nbsp; His father was George Washington Tuttle.&amp;nbsp; His Grandfather was Thomas J. Tuttle. He married Mary Eveline Southern.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In Ancestry there is a Joseph Gideon born 1839 to Thomas Tuttle/Susan Bowman &amp;amp;amp; a Thomas Gideon1844 born to William Tuttle/Elizabeth Martin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(George) Jefferson Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;was wounded at Gettysburg and was mustered out on Feb.17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, 1864.&amp;nbsp; He joined as a private at the age of 21. He was listed as a farmer born 10/1/1842. &amp;nbsp;He is the Great Grandson of John Tuttle. He must have survived his wounds. He died in 1932 at the age 89.&amp;nbsp; He married in 1865 or 68 and lived in Stokes County with a Susan C. Baker as his wife.&amp;nbsp; He raised 8 or 14 children as a farmer. He lived in Meadow &amp;amp;amp; Sauratown, Stokes County. His father was Thomas Tuttle&amp;nbsp; b.1816 with a mother, Susan Bowman. His Grandfather was Thomas J b.1794 of Stokes, North Carolina. Grandmother was Mary Katy Petree.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He may not be a credible relative without resolving data issues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;note below="" concerning="" conflict="" data="" the="" thomas="" tuttle=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The use of Jefferson in the family obviously complicated correct data. His father sometimes was Thomas Jefferson as were uncles Noah Jefferson &amp;amp;amp; Francis Jefferson.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/note&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: -45pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFIlcZR5dys/Tbv8iDnujtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/_-o-9etrjFs/s1600/x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yFIlcZR5dys/Tbv8iDnujtI/AAAAAAAAA0c/_-o-9etrjFs/s640/x.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="472" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;THE 21st NORTH CAROLINA INFANTRY TWELVE&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eight other relatives joined from Stokes &amp;amp;amp; Surry Counties, the North Carolina 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Infantry Regiment. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;James Madison Tuttle, Thomas Tuttle, Isaac Barr, &amp;nbsp;John W. Barr, Ally C. Barr, William A. Mickey, Thomas M. Scott,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;John Nelson Browder,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thornton Tuttle, William Benjamin Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;John William Tuttle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; The Tuttle’s joined on July 15th &amp;amp;amp; 25th, 1862. The Regiment fought in infamous battles including Manassas, Fredericksburg, Chancellorsville, Gettysburg, Cold Harbor, Harpers Ferry, Lynchburg,&amp;nbsp; Richmond, Sailors Creek, and in the end at home in Stokes County, North Carolina and at Appomattox Courthouse, Virginia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;James Madison Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;enlisted as a Private and survived the War at the young age of 24.&amp;nbsp; He joined the 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Company G.&amp;nbsp; He was the son of Elijah Tuttle and Mary Jane Eason and the grandson of John Tuttle. He was born about 1838. His brother, Peter, born in 1832, is likely the Peter of the 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;North Carolina infantry listed above.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thomas Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;joined Company I on July 15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, 1862 at Surry, North Carolina. He joined as a private at age 31.&amp;nbsp; He was born in 1831 at Germanton, Stokes, North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; His father was Thomas J. Tuttle.&amp;nbsp; His mother was Mary Katy Petree.&amp;nbsp; He was the grandson of John Tuttle, the common ancestor. Thomas is found in the 1860 census living near Mount Airy, Surry, North Carolina with his parents. Thomas married Mary Jane Moore.&amp;nbsp; In the 1870 census at age 35, he is living with his in-laws and wife at Pilot, Surry, North Carolina. No children were listed. The numbers match up with FamilySearch &amp;amp;amp; Military records but not necessarily with Ancestry.com family trees.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Compare with George Jefferson Tuttle above.&amp;nbsp; George Jefferson is Thomas’s son based on Ancestry Family Trees.&amp;nbsp; They have Thomas b1819 being 15 years older than in FamilySearch.&amp;nbsp; With FamilySearch Thomas would have had his son George Jefferson at age 11…not likely. (There was also a 2nd Thomas J. born to GW Tuttle in 1842)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Isaac Barr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;was born in Germanton, Stokes, North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; His brother was George Washington Barr. George’s &amp;nbsp;daughter married Josiah Tuttle, Mormon pioneer who settled in Glenwood, Utah.&amp;nbsp; Isaac did not survive the War.&amp;nbsp; The details are scanty. &amp;nbsp;His military record simply indicated he&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;did not survive the war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; He joined Company I, the 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;North Carolina Infantry Regiment 7/25/1862 as a Private in Stokes County at the age of 29.&amp;nbsp; He was mustered out 10/27/1862 at Richmond where he was hospitalized.&amp;nbsp; He died September of 1863.&amp;nbsp; He served 3 month then likely went home with typhoid fever and ultimately did not survive.&amp;nbsp; The regiment fought at Manassas, Warrenton, Va., and Sharpsburg, Md. at the time of his death. His Grandfather was Isaac Barr the common ancestor who first moved to Stokes County, North Carolina.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;John W. Barr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- John W. enlisted in Yadkin County, North Carolina on 20 September 1863 as a Private in Company D North Carolina 21st Infantry Regiment at the age of 42. He was listed as mustered out on 28 February 1865. Another John W. was part of North Carolina’s Light Artillery, Capt. Levi’s Battery enlisting as a private but achieving a First Lieutenant status.&amp;nbsp; Some claim he is a relative of our Ancestor George Washington Barr.&amp;nbsp; I can’t find the connection on Family Search. It shows a John William Barr being born in 1850 and dying in 1850 to George Washington Barr. &amp;nbsp;However, FamilySearch shows John W. as the brother of George Washington Barr, being born 1822 and marrying Martha Kittle.&amp;nbsp; His parents were John Barr and Anna Ray. &amp;nbsp;He was the Grand Son of Isaac Barr.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ally C. Barr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, is listed as a brother to our ancesteor George Washington Barr in Ancestry but FamilySearch shows no connection. One account shows him enlisting in Company I of the North Carolina 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Regiment on 10/15/1864 as a Private. Another account has him enlisting at Greensboro, North Carolina on 15 October 1864 as a Private in Company I North Carolina 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Infantry Regiment and returned safe from the war. &amp;nbsp;He marries Jane Flynn 12/20/1849.&amp;nbsp; In the 1850 census he lives in Richmond, Stokes, NC. With a wife and 2 borders. In the 1860 census, he lives in Rockford, Surry, North Carolina with a wife and 2 children. Assuming that he is George Washington Barr’s brother, then he would be the Grand Son of Isaac Barr.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;William A. Mickey&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;married Martha Grey Barr to be a brother-in-law to George Washington Barr. William enlisted on 25 July 1862 to the North Carolina Company I, North Carolina 21st Infantry Regiment at the age of 24. William was promoted to Full Corporal on 01 May 1862 and to Full Sergeant on 28 Feb 1865. He was mustered out on 09 Apr 1865 at Appomattox Court House, VA. &amp;nbsp;In the 1870 census, the family with 4 children lived at Yadkin, Stokes County.&amp;nbsp; Martha Grey Barr is the Grand Daughter of Isaac Barr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This data is taken from a relative, Cindy Eppich.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thomas M. Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;was the Brother to G.W. Barr's wife Charlotte Scott Barr. Thomas enlisted into I company 21st Infantry Regiment North Carolina on 25 July 1862 at the age of 32 in Stokes County as a Private. He was listed as a POW on 3 May 1863 at Chancellorsville, Virginia, confined on 5 May 1863 at Old Capital Prison in Washington, D.C., confined on 8 May 1863 at Fort Delaware, Delaware, paroled on 22 May 1863 at City Point, Virginia [arrived for exchange. POW on 16 May 1864 at Bermuda Hundred, Virginia, confined on 18 May 1864 at Point Lookout, Maryland and again on 15 August 1864 at Elmira, New York. This last prison was terrible with insufficient shelter, lack of food and serious sanitary conditions. Thomas died of pneumonia here on 21 December 1864. All of the prisoners who died at Elmira were buried in Woodlawn National Cemetery, New York. Thomas left behind his wife Louisiana Wall Scott and three children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This data is taken from a relative, Cindy Eppich.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;John Nelson Browder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;married Sarah (Sallie) Tuttle December 10, 1857. She was born August 2, 1839, and was the daughter of William Tuttle1799 and Elizabeth Martin. She died June 16, 1909 and is buried in the Browder family cemetery, located at the intersection of Brook Cove Road and Highway 8, near Germanton, Stokes County, NC. John Nelson Browder was fighting in the Civil War and came home to see his family. He got home only to find them all quarantined with the smallpox. Sallie spoke to him, looking through the window. He returned to the war and was killed, September 18, 1864 at Winchester, Virginia. He was with 21st North Carolina Infantry, Company G. Burial is unknown.&amp;nbsp; He was born 8/2/1839. Sallie was the Grand Daughter of John Tuttle.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thornton Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(1835-1862) married Elizabeth Abbott (1844-?)&amp;nbsp; He enlisted in the 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;infantry Regiment of North Carolina, Company G on 7/25/1862.&amp;nbsp; He died 11/4/1862&amp;nbsp; during Civil War of peritonitis. His father was  James Tuttle1804, the son of the common ancestor John Tuttle.&amp;nbsp; His mother was Nancy Reddick. The 1850 Census shows the family in Germanton with 7 siblings.&amp;nbsp; Siblings included Calvin and John W. Tuttle. &amp;nbsp;The cause of the intestinal disease or injury is not specified.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;John William Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;was born 1/23/1836 to William Tuttle &amp;amp; Elizabeth Martin. He marries Sarah Boles 12/20/1860 in Stokes NC. They have &amp;nbsp;4 children.&amp;nbsp; He was the grandson of John Tuttle and the brother of Alexander. (our direct ancestor) There is a different John W. above that joined the 52&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;North Carolina regiment who was the fifer. &amp;nbsp;John William Tuttle’s birth date matches a John W. Tuttle who joined the North Carolina Company G 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Regiment as a private at the age of 26.&amp;nbsp; He joined 7/25/1862.&amp;nbsp; He was mustered out on 4/9/1865 at Appomattox Courthouse on the surrender of the CSA. A partial name match with an age match is not an absolute connection but probable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;William Benjamin Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;was born 5/30/1844 in Germanton, Stokes, North Carolina to Michael F. Tuttle &amp;amp;amp; Margaret Ann Frye.&amp;nbsp; He married Sarah (Sallie) Baker 12/23/1868.&amp;nbsp; William’s Great Grandfather was John Tuttle. A W.B. Tuttle joined the 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;North Carolina Regiment Company G as a Private.&amp;nbsp; He joined 7/25, 1862.&amp;nbsp; His approximate birth date is 1837, which is a 7 year deficit.&amp;nbsp; A similar name, right place with a fairly close birth date makes the connection somewhat of a stretch without further evidence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Azariah Wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Robert Scott &amp;amp;amp; Mary Martin had a family of 7 children, raised in Surry, North Carolina.&amp;nbsp; Daughter Charlotte married our ancester, George Washington Barr.&amp;nbsp; A brother, Thomas Scott is listed above joining the North Carolina 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Regiment but died in Yankee Prison.&amp;nbsp; Another sister, Martha G. Scott Wall, married Azariah Wall 11/9/1854.&amp;nbsp; He was 19 at that event. He enlisted in Surry County, North Carolina on 15 July 1862 as a Private at the age of 27. He enlisted in the North Carolina 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Regiment. He fought in the battle at Warrenton, Virginia on 15 Sep 1862 and likely died there. He died leaving his wife Martha Wall and three children. According to Ancestry, Martha lived until 1910.&amp;nbsp; She married a 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;time in Surry, North Carolina to Soloman Wiley Hauser 5/22/1883. &amp;nbsp;He is shown previously married to Louisa Poindexter around 1858. &amp;nbsp;The Poindexters having been family previously when Robert R. Scott married Ann Radford Poindexter.&amp;nbsp; Robert being the father of&amp;nbsp; Charlotte Scott Barr, Thomas Scott, &amp;amp;amp; Martha Scott/Wall/Hauser. Samuel Hauser, Soloman’s father married (Nancy) Ann Radford Scott a sister to Martha. FamilySearch also shows Martha Scott with the nickname of “Patty” and with a possible Phillips last name in addition to Scott/Wall &amp;amp;amp; Hauser. Below is another Phillips connection as William Henry Phillips is the son of Ann Radford Scott by another marriage to Mathew Phillips. Rebecca Barr, GW Barr’s sister, married James Wall as well. Reminds me of the tangled families of Early Mormon villages. I will try to sort this all out later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some of this data is taken from a relative, Cindy Eppich.&amp;nbsp; I wasn’t able to verify the family connection through FamilySearch. Ancestry does verify the service of Azariah. The spelling Iseriah is found in Ancestry.&amp;nbsp; A marriage with MMJM Scott is shown for Stokes County with J Lewis Mickey as the Bondsman. The Mickey name marrying into the Barr family…. J. Lewis being a brother to William Lewis (see above).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNY93TzotnE/Tbv80SYjltI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IhmaS7ukRio/s1600/xprison02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="332" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fNY93TzotnE/Tbv80SYjltI/AAAAAAAAA0g/IhmaS7ukRio/s400/xprison02.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;OTHER UNITS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Francis Jefferson Tuttle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;was born about 1824/25 in Germanton, Stokes, North Carolina to Thomas Jefferson Tuttle &amp;amp;amp; Mary Catherine Petree.&amp;nbsp; He married Polly/Mary? Tuttle 3/1/1849 in Germanton. They had 6 children. He is the grandson of John Tuttle. Francis J. Tuttle joined the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;North Carolina 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Regiment, Company G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;on 4/8/1864 as a private.&amp;nbsp; That would make him almost 40 at enlisting late in the war. The enlistment place was Wake County, NC. Another possiblility has a Francis Jefferson Tuttle being born in 1848 in Germanton to Michael F. &amp;amp;amp; Margaret Ann Frye Tuttle.&amp;nbsp; His brother would have been William Benjamin listed above.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;George Washington Barr&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;applied for a soldiers pension on 17 July 1904 in connection with the Civil War claiming that he joined&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Harvey's 2nd Battalion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;in 1864. This application was disallowed. He mentions the reason for the application was that he had been blind for 22 years and could not get about without help. George W. Barr more than likely served with the home guard. Other family members claimed he had no part in the war, and they thought proof of that was the fact that he was able to be a member of the first Board of County Commissioners for Stokes County, because he did not take up arms against the Union. Perhaps he never did really "take up arms."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;William Henry Phillips -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;son of Matthew and Ann Radford Scott Phillips, nephew of Charlotte Scott Barr. William enlisted on 9 September 1861 at the age of 18 in Forsyth County, North Carolina. He was part of Company I, North Carolina 33rd Infantry Regiment and died of disease on 5 August 1862 at Gordonsville, Virginia, a confederate hospital.&amp;nbsp; His Service can be verified on Ancestry.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he pictures are generic Civil War pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-2021479888899486555?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/2021479888899486555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2011/04/civil-war-ancestors-tuttles-barrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/2021479888899486555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/2021479888899486555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2011/04/civil-war-ancestors-tuttles-barrs.html' title='CIVIL WAR ANCESTORS: TUTTLES &amp; BARRS'/><author><name>Jeff Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05697025371797211410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNj5E3SWv4/S4i2X5JXvyI/AAAAAAAAABY/5s7-f9nqUTc/S220/dadhorse.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AmuGjDZ2UDI/Tbv7qtrmvPI/AAAAAAAAA0U/THa0_f2BbeY/s72-c/x1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-7502690958847047647</id><published>2011-04-30T15:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T15:33:06.992-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TANNER'/><title type='text'>UNCLE LAVON TANNER PASSES AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8RhyDnt4Y3c/TVP7b6KKV-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/TEx2mpPctg8/s1600/ob_4709_301b07c3d822fe420530af104f68c2f5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8RhyDnt4Y3c/TVP7b6KKV-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/TEx2mpPctg8/s640/ob_4709_301b07c3d822fe420530af104f68c2f5.png" style="cursor: move;" width="411" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 500; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LaVon Tanner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 500; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;January 29, 1936&amp;nbsp;~&amp;nbsp; February 5, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 500; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Hometown: Annabella, UT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 18px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 500; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;LaVon Tanner, 75, of Annabella, Utah, passed away February 5, 2011. He was born January 29, 1936, in Richfield, Utah, to Orin and Lila Mae Olcott Tanner. He married Edna Mae Roberts, in Annabella, Utah, on August, 17, 1962. Their marriage was later solemnized in the Manti LDS Temple on August 3, 1974&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 16px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;He is survived by his wife, Edna Mae, Annabella; children; Scott (Candace) Tanner, Richfield; Rex (Nicole) Tanner, Annabella; Debbie (Preston) Branch, Annabella; Troy (Marena) Tanner, Richfield; Tammy (Gary) Chadwick, Annabella; Mark (Rachael) Tanner, Richfield; and Lance Tanner, Annabella; 19 grandchildren; siblings, Mildred White, Sevier; Cleone (Jim) Schow, Riverton; Ken Tanner, American Fork; and John (Naomi) Tanner, Lehi; brothers-in-law, J.R. Jolley, Sevier; and Dick Oliver, SLC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;He was preceded in death by his parents; siblings, Val Marie Jolley; Irene Tanner; Korine Oliver; Darlene Tanner and Rodney Tanner; brother-in-law, Morgan White; sister-in-law, Glenda Tanner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Funeral services will be held on Thursday, February 10, 2011, at 11:00 a.m. in the Annabella 1st Ward LDS Chapel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Friends may call at the Magleby Mortuary, in Richfield, on Wednesday evening from 6 to 8 p.m. and at the ward chapel, in Annabella, on Thursday morning from 9:30 to 10:30 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Burial will be in the Annabella Cemetery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 26px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: 500; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-7502690958847047647?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/7502690958847047647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2011/04/uncle-lavon-tanner-passes-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/7502690958847047647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/7502690958847047647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2011/04/uncle-lavon-tanner-passes-away.html' title='UNCLE LAVON TANNER PASSES AWAY'/><author><name>Jeff Roberts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05697025371797211410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uWNj5E3SWv4/S4i2X5JXvyI/AAAAAAAAABY/5s7-f9nqUTc/S220/dadhorse.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8RhyDnt4Y3c/TVP7b6KKV-I/AAAAAAAAAdk/TEx2mpPctg8/s72-c/ob_4709_301b07c3d822fe420530af104f68c2f5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-2204823815186978970</id><published>2009-07-20T01:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:07:38.216-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDS'/><title type='text'>"OTIS" Gary Anderson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SmQY9uK60VI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wh2zmjwjW1s/s1600-h/otis+obituaries.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360436905122648402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SmQY9uK60VI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wh2zmjwjW1s/s400/otis+obituaries.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gary's artwork has hung in my classroom for 25 plus years. Always a gentle positive soul. He was a roommate in college, one of the "boys". We had lots of fun. We called him "Otis" the Pizzamaker. His uncle "Andy" Andreason made us eat anchovies on those pizzas. We would sit on the porch in the evenings there at BYU and shoot the breeze and argue about hunting and whether or not a Chevy Nova was a Chevy II. Important stuff. We were all Yankee fans and played a mean game of 500 down by the Brickoven before apartments consummed out field. Good friends and good times...Gary was part of that in my life. May he find peace and an artpad among the stars. Gary had a disabling brain tumor and passed away into the next realm.  He will be fondly remembered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-2204823815186978970?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/2204823815186978970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/07/otis-gary-anderson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/2204823815186978970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/2204823815186978970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/07/otis-gary-anderson.html' title='&quot;OTIS&quot; Gary Anderson'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SmQY9uK60VI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wh2zmjwjW1s/s72-c/otis+obituaries.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-8433038908097861066</id><published>2009-07-20T01:02:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:40:56.121-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BARR'/><title type='text'>those BARRS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;thanks to relatives out there in the blogosphere. I swiped this from Cindy. Her site is linked above&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SmQXTZA7kMI/AAAAAAAAARw/D0LskMn1cqw/s1600-h/Barr_Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360435078377476290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SmQXTZA7kMI/AAAAAAAAARw/D0LskMn1cqw/s400/Barr_Family.jpg" style="display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 343px;" width="343" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left: Charlotte Scott Barr, George Washington Barr&lt;br /&gt;Back left: Sarah Barr, Charlotte Barr, Mary Ann Barr, Isaac D. Barr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BARR HISTORY&lt;br /&gt;George Washington Barr and Charlotte Scott were married 20 December 1859. The couple had eight children. John William [1850], Mary Ann [1852], Robert Francis [1854], Martha Jane [1856], Isaac Dalton [1858], Charles [1860], Charlotte [1861] and Sarah Catherine [1865]. John William, Martha Jane and Charles each died in infancy and Charlotte died at the age of 26.The Barrs lived in the bottomlands of Stokes County known as Yadkin or present-day Pinnacle. Their land adjoined that of Charlotte's sister Ann and her husband Matthew Phillips. George and Charlotte separated in about the year 1874. He sold her the land their home was on, and with help she continued operating a small farm. He built another house about a mile or more from their family home. Their great granddaughter, Sibyl Fulk Walker claims the home has now been burned. [ Family members have stated that for his generation, George was a big man who was very kind, humble and loved children. He had a very beautiful voice and sang songs to his grandchildren. George Barr always signed his legal documents with an "X" mark. It was noted on the 1880 census that he could read but not write. Sarah Barr Tuttle's daughter, Georgia Tuttle Powell, recalled, "Grandfather Barr was always kind to the Mormon missionaries giving them the best he had, but he never joined the Church. Mother [Sarah] could remember of two Mormon missionaries holding a cottage meeting at their home when she was a girl. She said, 'The meeting was very interesting, and everyone seemed to enjoy hearing of this Church and its marvelous doctrine.' But her folks were not convinced it was the right church."My grandmother, Vera Anderson Anderson Poole, remembered her mother Hattie Tuttle Anderson told her that her grandpa Barr was blind and each day they took him around the the plantation [farm] for a walk. She said he always took a jug of wine with him. When it came her turn, when they rested, he took a drink, smacked his lips and sat in the shade. so while he rested, she tasted the wine. She said she hardly made it home it tasted so good.Georgia Tuttle Powell stated, "Before mother [Sarah] was married, grandmother Barr waded the Little Yadkin River and walked six miles carrying a bundle of cotton to have some bedspreads made for a wedding gift. I can still remember seeing them."Hattie remembered of her grandmother Charlotte, "When I was a little girl of nine years old when we lived in the southern states, we lived with dear old Grandma Barr. She was not well and could not do her work for a long time, so some of us had to live there."Stokes County North Carolina tax, land and census records undeniably show us that George and Charlotte were profitable even early in their marriage. They ran a productive farm and bought and sold land regularly.The 1860 Agricultural census schedule for Stokes County listed G. W. Barr with considerable untilled land as well as land for crops, farm equipment and animals. He stated that his crops were valued at: Wheat $285, rye $15, corn $575 and tobacco $4,500. He had 3 horses, 2 milk cows, 5 cattle, and 7 pigs. He also inherited in 1860 from his father, John Barr's estate, 4 sheep and a frian [frying] pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have taken extra hands to work the Barr farm. The 1850 and 1860 slave census for Stokes County noted that G. W. Barr had no slaves during those years. However, at least two Mulatto children came to their farm in about 1862--a girl Sophie Lovell who worked as household help and her brother, Jesse Lovell who worked as farm help. There may have been others, but their identify is unknown. Charlotte Scott Barr died on 7 July 1897 in Stokes County, North Carolina at her daughter Mary Ann Barr Fulk's home. George Washington Barr, who lived blind for over 30 years, died of influenza on 24 March 1915 at Mary Ann's home as well. G.W. Barr left his estate including 50 acres of land to his daughter Mary Ann Barr Fulk who was the executioner of his will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-8433038908097861066?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://infoquench.blogspot.com/2009_02_15_archive.html' title='those BARRS'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/8433038908097861066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/07/those-barrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/8433038908097861066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/8433038908097861066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/07/those-barrs.html' title='those BARRS'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SmQXTZA7kMI/AAAAAAAAARw/D0LskMn1cqw/s72-c/Barr_Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-1903815869786394290</id><published>2009-02-21T09:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:25:05.493-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SPIRITUAL'/><title type='text'>THE POWER OF CREATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhLlnq5yY7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhLlnq5yY7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-1903815869786394290?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1903815869786394290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/power-of-creation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/1903815869786394290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/1903815869786394290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/power-of-creation.html' title='THE POWER OF CREATION'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-3279241937979089346</id><published>2009-02-21T09:15:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:15:48.883-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andersons'/><title type='text'>BURRVILLE REMEMBERED....activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Veoma (Lipsey) and Norma (Roberts) &amp;nbsp;Nebeker play in the hay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGGAyDe6kI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Bj4x-48LPkE/s1600-h/haygirls.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305669184013658690" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGGAyDe6kI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Bj4x-48LPkE/s400/haygirls.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;hound dogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-DcTn0-2I/AAAAAAAAANk/l2jA7rheTNw/s1600-h/dogs_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="276" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305103408392633186" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-DcTn0-2I/AAAAAAAAANk/l2jA7rheTNw/s400/dogs_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;boxing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-DcNnbqSI/AAAAAAAAANU/9a8lye8kiAk/s1600-h/boxers.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="259" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305103406780360994" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-DcNnbqSI/AAAAAAAAANU/9a8lye8kiAk/s400/boxers.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;with the Annabella Black Hills in the background, we see that Coyotes were pets&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGGBDFb0bI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aIPSdqSez4M/s1600-h/petcoyote.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305669188585247154" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGGBDFb0bI/AAAAAAAAAQc/aIPSdqSez4M/s400/petcoyote.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;wool bags became trampolines&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGGBDPz_EI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jJUjvDFYm1A/s1600-h/kidsatplay_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="313" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305669188628773954" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGGBDPz_EI/AAAAAAAAAQU/jJUjvDFYm1A/s400/kidsatplay_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Native peoples were indigenous to the area and here we see joined in the Mormon cultural life &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGGBJfazoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lTLp23dnUZM/s1600-h/INDIAN.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305669190304845442" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGGBJfazoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/lTLp23dnUZM/s400/INDIAN.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-3279241937979089346?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/3279241937979089346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burrville-rememberedactivities_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/3279241937979089346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/3279241937979089346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burrville-rememberedactivities_21.html' title='BURRVILLE REMEMBERED....activities'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGGAyDe6kI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Bj4x-48LPkE/s72-c/haygirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-5393483602519735947</id><published>2009-02-21T09:11:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:58:23.493-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andersons'/><title type='text'>BURRVILLE REMEMBERED....the homestead</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-J3bqmVhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pxXVcMllg5k/s1600-h/honesstead_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="276" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305110471477974546" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-J3bqmVhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pxXVcMllg5k/s400/honesstead_1.jpg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Homestead....which one?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-FA4oKz7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/oTvolGtYT7k/s1600-h/siblings.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305105136313094066" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-FA4oKz7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/oTvolGtYT7k/s1600/siblings.jpg" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Grandmother, Sarah Lovell Anderson (Roberts) with her&lt;br /&gt;brothers, Newell and Dean&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-FAhMLHTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZVDwxPeVdYY/s1600-h/Grandpa_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-FAhMLHTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZVDwxPeVdYY/s1600-h/Grandpa_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-FAhMLHTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZVDwxPeVdYY/s1600-h/Grandpa_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-FAhMLHTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZVDwxPeVdYY/s1600-h/Grandpa_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-FAhMLHTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZVDwxPeVdYY/s1600-h/Grandpa_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-FAhMLHTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZVDwxPeVdYY/s1600-h/Grandpa_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-FAhMLHTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZVDwxPeVdYY/s1600-h/Grandpa_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305105130021657906" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-FAhMLHTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZVDwxPeVdYY/s640/Grandpa_1.jpg" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;" width="326" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Grandfather, Lloyd Roberts at the Homestead&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-5393483602519735947?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/5393483602519735947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burrville-rememberedactivities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/5393483602519735947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/5393483602519735947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burrville-rememberedactivities.html' title='BURRVILLE REMEMBERED....the homestead'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-J3bqmVhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/pxXVcMllg5k/s72-c/honesstead_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-6656260001084587976</id><published>2009-02-21T09:07:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:27:01.756-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andersons'/><title type='text'>BURRVILLE REMEMBERED ....family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Parley and Hattie out for a picnic with family.  Parley on the right.  Hattie on the left...others unknown...HELP IDENTIFY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAr5Sud9dI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WvqjHY-PJgk/s1600-h/parley+%26+FAMILY.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="255" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305288624321721810" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAr5Sud9dI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WvqjHY-PJgk/s400/parley+%26+FAMILY.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hattie &amp;amp; Parley's family portrait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAr5XDv7HI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wApR2jq2mgI/s1600-h/hattiesfamily_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="283" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305288625484721266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAr5XDv7HI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wApR2jq2mgI/s400/hattiesfamily_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hattie &amp;amp; Parley with going to meet'in dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAr5A95duI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DeSh_403Y20/s1600-h/hattieparley_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="295" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305288619554600674" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAr5A95duI/AAAAAAAAAPs/DeSh_403Y20/s400/hattieparley_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Clar Lipsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAr42zYsJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YW72RcCG-kU/s1600-h/CLAR.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305288616826155154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAr42zYsJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YW72RcCG-kU/s400/CLAR.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hattie &amp;amp; daughters....my Grandmother on the lef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...striking isn't she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-J3DR3d1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/9_evQ_KAeQ8/s1600-h/hattiedaughters_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305110464931788626" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-J3DR3d1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/9_evQ_KAeQ8/s400/hattiedaughters_1.jpg" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah Barr Tuttle....grandmother to my grandmother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGTdyOT7gI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VkrH8wsIufA/s1600-h/srahBarr_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305683975926443522" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGTdyOT7gI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/VkrH8wsIufA/s400/srahBarr_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Leda Anderson with her girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGTd0BcGBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RvIUQhN-lKc/s1600-h/ledasgirls_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="273" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305683976409323538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGTd0BcGBI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/RvIUQhN-lKc/s400/ledasgirls_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;unknown children...HELP IDENTIFY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGTd5o4bPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Dw6gsAfnsKA/s1600-h/kids7_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="257" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305683977916935410" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGTd5o4bPI/AAAAAAAAAQs/Dw6gsAfnsKA/s400/kids7_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Leda's 5 generations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGTdk5yX7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/CO0wScnNrKI/s1600-h/5gen.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="303" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305683972350697394" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGTdk5yX7I/AAAAAAAAAQk/CO0wScnNrKI/s400/5gen.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Leda on her Wedding Day at 17 years of age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGWD5cwN0I/AAAAAAAAARE/xJSasxOEi58/s1600-h/rae%3F.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305686829724350274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaGWD5cwN0I/AAAAAAAAARE/xJSasxOEi58/s400/rae%3F.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-6656260001084587976?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/6656260001084587976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burrville-remembered-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/6656260001084587976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/6656260001084587976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burrville-remembered-family.html' title='BURRVILLE REMEMBERED ....family'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAr5Sud9dI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WvqjHY-PJgk/s72-c/parley+%26+FAMILY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-7090367126607765183</id><published>2009-02-21T08:58:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:24:22.504-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andersons'/><title type='text'>BURRVILLE REMEMBERED ....kids</title><content type='html'>BURRVILLE KIDS.....anyone identify them?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAjI5TYpMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zkYardLyo1k/s1600-h/kids2_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="278" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305278996770497730" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAjI5TYpMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zkYardLyo1k/s400/kids2_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAjIy1ALuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/29axxf_kQOM/s1600-h/kids_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305278995032452834" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAjIy1ALuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/29axxf_kQOM/s400/kids_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAjIrMsZyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Q2szAtwLSc8/s1600-h/horsenkids2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="228" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305278992984336162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAjIrMsZyI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Q2szAtwLSc8/s400/horsenkids2.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAjIsxpv_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/guAF2TWuXNo/s1600-h/horsenkid.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="285" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305278993407786994" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAjIsxpv_I/AAAAAAAAAPE/guAF2TWuXNo/s400/horsenkid.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAjIMAmi4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/e4BFBiSwebo/s1600-h/high+chair.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305278984612121474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAjIMAmi4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/e4BFBiSwebo/s400/high+chair.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-7090367126607765183?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/7090367126607765183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burrville-remembered-kids-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/7090367126607765183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/7090367126607765183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burrville-remembered-kids-3.html' title='BURRVILLE REMEMBERED ....kids'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAjI5TYpMI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zkYardLyo1k/s72-c/kids2_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-7822190991335889913</id><published>2009-02-21T08:04:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:21:47.501-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andersons'/><title type='text'>BURRVILLE REMEMBERED....work &amp; play</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;( Help identify any individuals / places / events )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMP'IN OUT...out in Bear Valley chas'in critters&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAZBKQ7bBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/iI3jHl8VneI/s1600-h/camp_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="219" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305267868768365586" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAZBKQ7bBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/iI3jHl8VneI/s400/camp_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAfq30C6VI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jeRqdEBpVJc/s1600-h/camp2_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="218" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305275182439655762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAfq30C6VI/AAAAAAAAAOc/jeRqdEBpVJc/s400/camp2_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAY TIME...high culture and sweet cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAgtx8xPfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/D8M99hrkVlo/s1600-h/rodeo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="249" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305276331916869106" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAgtx8xPfI/AAAAAAAAAO0/D8M99hrkVlo/s400/rodeo.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAgtrCOEKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/IZ2gJnSIgsU/s1600-h/cars.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="242" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305276330060681378" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAgtrCOEKI/AAAAAAAAAOs/IZ2gJnSIgsU/s400/cars.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAgtZwGYCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VpfCUBFffYg/s1600-h/bullride_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="211" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305276325421277218" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAgtZwGYCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/VpfCUBFffYg/s400/bullride_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-Dce9XDRI/AAAAAAAAANc/L8Y9rYiDqXU/s1600-h/cowbustin_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="246" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305103411435736338" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-Dce9XDRI/AAAAAAAAANc/L8Y9rYiDqXU/s400/cowbustin_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-7822190991335889913?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/7822190991335889913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burrville-remembered-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/7822190991335889913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/7822190991335889913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burrville-remembered-2.html' title='BURRVILLE REMEMBERED....work &amp; play'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SaAZBKQ7bBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/iI3jHl8VneI/s72-c/camp_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-8078880927771324979</id><published>2009-02-16T07:26:00.047-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:10:01.307-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andersons'/><title type='text'>BURRVILLE REMEMBERED....OLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANDREW OLE ANDERSON...the story is told that he did alot of walking in his old age.  He often walked to Richfield while living with Parley in Annabella...even to Manti to do Temple Work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-Adk1ZTuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4rt0KbAq6Zg/s1600-h/andrewnbaby_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="326" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305100131657928418" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-Adk1ZTuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4rt0KbAq6Zg/s400/andrewnbaby_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;here Ola tends Parley's turkeys at the Black Hill Homestead near Annabella&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-Bj4jFipI/AAAAAAAAANM/j0NOD2sscEE/s1600-h/turkeysnandrew.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="289" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305101339540687506" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-Bj4jFipI/AAAAAAAAANM/j0NOD2sscEE/s400/turkeysnandrew.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ola dragging main street in what town?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-Bjj2jM-I/AAAAAAAAANE/kqb3SP8jCcs/s1600-h/carriage_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="279" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305101333985178594" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-Bjj2jM-I/AAAAAAAAANE/kqb3SP8jCcs/s400/carriage_1.jpg" style="display: block; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-8078880927771324979?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/8078880927771324979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burrville-remembered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/8078880927771324979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/8078880927771324979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/02/burrville-remembered.html' title='BURRVILLE REMEMBERED....OLE'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SZ-Adk1ZTuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/4rt0KbAq6Zg/s72-c/andrewnbaby_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-4830264819566293218</id><published>2009-01-07T21:10:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:17:02.119-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ANNABELLA'/><title type='text'>Cove Elk.....click the green link</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqdq437i-yA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqdq437i-yA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-4830264819566293218?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mqdq437i-yA' title='Cove Elk.....click the green link'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/4830264819566293218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/01/cove-elk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/4830264819566293218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/4830264819566293218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2009/01/cove-elk.html' title='Cove Elk.....click the green link'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-2977161330511309054</id><published>2008-12-09T18:41:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:14:16.520-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andersons'/><title type='text'>HONORING his bombardier father &amp;  Uncle Newell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8kQm8ckMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QK5RGAvlz8Y/s1600-h/Picture+17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8kQm8ckMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/QK5RGAvlz8Y/s400/Picture+17.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277977156052095170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The LEGACY of the  603 Squadron and the 55th Fighter Group........&lt;/span&gt;AS DOCUMENTED by Kevin Marsh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 40 miles Northeast of London, but a world away for the son of a World War II Army Air Force veteran, the small English village of Nuthampstead, shows little sign of the frenzied activity of what was US Army Air Corps Station 131, during the peak of the war in Europe of 1944.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I traveled from my home in Utah with my Mother and Sister to Nuthampstead in June of 2006 as part of a pilgrimage to discover the places where my father, Walter E. Marsh, served as a bombardier on a B-17 bomber while assigned to the 8th Air Force, 603rd Squadron, 398th Bomb Group.  Dad spoke very little of the time he spent in England from April until October of 1944.  In fact most of what I have learned about his service came after his death in 2001. I’ve been told that this is common to the men who served in that great conflict, perhaps because the memories were too painful.  But I had to know, and so this trip was part of that continuing search for more information on my father’s life and experiences during the war.  And to perhaps, in a small way, feel what he felt those many years ago.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sixty-two years earlier, Station 131 was a flurry of activity.  Now it’s a quiet place.  The Nissan hut buildings and tents that housed men and supplies are gone, reclaimed by fields of grain and other crops.  The headquarters building is now a local farmers storage barn.  What were once broad cement runways and taxiways for long range bombers and numerous models of fighter aircraft, are now mostly gone—the cement having been re-cycled for use in England’s modern highway system.  Just a small strip of the main runway remains as a testament to the men who flew so many combat missions, many never to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the British fondly remember the Americans who flooded the countryside at US Airbases all over England.  This certainly holds true in Nuthampstead as I learned while stopping at the Woodman Inn, a traditional English Pub.  They proudly speak of the time when the pub was the local watering hole for the men stationed at Station 131, with a marble memorial dedicated to the men of the 398th Bomb Group to commemorate their service.  Even the original painted wooden sign, bearing the colors of the 398th that hung on the front of the headquarters building, is now proudly displayed on the wall of the Woodman Inn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, as a remembrance of the D-Day invasion on June 6th, 1944, memorials are held throughout England and France.  Our visit included a memorial service held at the site of the 398th monument.  The next day a religious memorial was held on Sunday at the 10th Century St. George’s Anglican Church in Anstey, just a mile southwest of the end of the runway at Station 131.  The Anstey Church has a beautiful stained glass window, dedicated to the men of the 398th, who lost their lives while flying combat missions over Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the 398th memorial services in 2006, a new marble memorial was dedicated to the “Little Friends” of the 398th.  Until April of 1944, prior to Nuthampstead being designated a bomber base for B-17’s it was a fighter base of the 55th Fighter Group.  The men of the 55th flew twin engine P-38 Lightning’s, their primary mission was to support the Bombers as fighter escorts, as well as attacking surface and air targets of opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that dedication for the 55th FG that my pilgrimage for my father took on an added dimension.  I became acquainted with the story of Newell Anderson, a real Utah hero. Until now, no one has fully commemorated the sacrifice he made.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Born 1921 in Glenwood Utah, he flew P-38’s with the 338th Fighter Squadron.  As part of that dedication service, a booklet was provided with a brief summary of those pilots in the 55th Fighter Group who had given the ultimate sacrifice by losing their lives.  While reading the touching descriptions, there was Newell.  The brief introduction from the booklet reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lt. Newell Anderson (338th FS.)&lt;br /&gt;O9th April 1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Newell “Dandy” Anderson was born in Utah on 16 March 1921 and died just 24 days after his 23rd Birthday.  He was taking off on a combat mission when one engine failed and he crashed with belly fuel tanks on near Gypsy Corner Farm, just North East of airfield.  He was buried with honors at Cambridge American Military Cemetery and Memorial, Colton, Cambridge, England.  After the war he was buried in Annabella Cemetery, Annabella, Utah.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8kq1KIRSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YGpQHs_NkxY/s1600-h/Picture+19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8kq1KIRSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YGpQHs_NkxY/s400/Picture+19.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277977606544180514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Utah native, and already entrenched in researching my father’s history, I just had to learn more about Newell.  My first search was on the LDS church’s genealogy web site.  I was excited to find Newell’s records, but saddened by what I learned.  You see, when Newell was born, his father was 45, and his mother 39.  When he enlisted in 1941, his parents were 65 and 59 respectively.  In researching his family I discovered that his mother Hattie, at the age of 61, passed away April 4th, 1944, just 5 days before Newell was killed.  I suspect that Newell had not been notified of his mother’s death, prior to his crash.  To add an additional irony, his father Parley, at the age of 67, died April 25, 1944, just two short weeks after his son.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8lGI_OmmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/E8c5vQH-i2A/s1600-h/Picture+20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 139px; height: 81px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8lGI_OmmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/E8c5vQH-i2A/s400/Picture+20.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277978075723635298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contacted members of the 55th BG Memorial Association, to try to find additional information on Newell’s service.  Unfortunately information was sparse at best.  Their web site contained only what was listed in the tribute.  Next I contacted Russ Abbey in England, a major force in documenting the history of the 55th and 398th in England, but he too had little to share.  He did ask me to forward anything new I might learn about Newell.  Well, time gets away from us, and other pressing matters occupied my time, but Newell’s story was always on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8l-ZB-BTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dUa5C3-ESFQ/s1600-h/Picture+18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8l-ZB-BTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/dUa5C3-ESFQ/s400/Picture+18.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277979042102773042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007, while attending an annual reunion of the 398th in Phoenix Arizona, I was fortunate to meet Frank Birtciel, a Pilot who flew with the 55th Fighter Group.  At the welcome dinner for the reunion, I introduced myself to Frank, and asked him if he had known Newell.  The expression on Frank’s face noticeably changed, as if 60+ years had suddenly disappeared.  He asked how I knew of Newell.  As I related my experience in England, and my subsequent search for information about the day Newell was killed. Frank put his hand on my arm, and said “let me tell you about Newell Anderson”.  He began to relate the story of that day in April, 63 years earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8nWrlg0PI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rP0D0KDpGrc/s1600-h/Picture+21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 188px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8nWrlg0PI/AAAAAAAAAKM/rP0D0KDpGrc/s400/Picture+21.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277980558912180466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Frank to send his story to me via e-mail, which I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Kevin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Newell Anderson's crash it was one of those things that really made an impression on both Don Porter and myself and we talked of it several times when we visited him in Las Vegas.  Unfortunately he is now deceased or you could also get his version. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;April 9, 1944 was a bomber escort mission.  The weather that day was bad with a low overcast sky with the cloud base at around 300 to 400 feet above the terrain at Nuthampstead, England.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The 343rd Squadron was the last squadron for takeoff and Don Porter led the element in Sorace's flight and I was flying his wing as the last man.  We had moved along the perimeter track and parked on the inactive East West runway and made our engine checks before moving on to the North East South West runway for takeoff.  Newell had reported an engine out earlier and all of a sudden his P-38 popped out of the low overcast and was headed right straight into Porter and myself.  His 150-gallon drop tanks were still attached to the ship and he managed to pull up over us and crashed just moment later with a large explosion and black smoke.  The entire event taking just a matter of seconds.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We completed the mission and talked of the accident.  Porter and I both thought we were going to be killed that day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Frank”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to Franks recollections of that day, I was able to speak with Malcolm (Ozzie) Osborn, who was visiting the Phoenix reunion from his home near Nuthampstead.  Ozzie is a tremendous source of history for the 398thBG as well as the 55th FG.  When I related to him my story, as well as adding in Frank’s recollections, Ozzie told me what he had discovered about Newell as well.   It was interesting to learn that Newell went by “Andy” but many called him “Dandy” because, as Ozzie puts it, “he was a bit of a ladies man Ozzie went on to describe that the aircraft had two-drop tanks filled with fuel, and the standard procedure in this type of emergency would be to drop the tanks.  It is unclear why Newell chose not to do that, perhaps because of the dense cloud cover, he could not see the ground and did not want to drop them on anyone who might be below him.  When he came around the airbase to make an emergency landing, finally breaking through the cloud cover, he saw Porter and Birtciel on the runway.  He used what power he had remaining with one engine to pull up to miss them and the plane went off the runway crashing into a field.  A young resident of Nuthampstead was working in the field near the crash and ran to give assistance to Newell.   When Newell saw him approaching, he waved the boy away, just as the plane exploded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is that Newell Anderson was a hero.  Had he dropped the tanks his life may have been saved, but he chose to protect others instead.  His skill as a pilot prevented a collision with two other aircraft on the runway.  Fully aware of his circumstance he waved off a young man coming to his rescue.  John Chapter 15, verse 13 records: Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelmed by the story; Newell was now far more than a name in a memorial booklet.  To me Newell was an unknown hero, a man who not only left home and family to serve his country, but a man that gave the greatest gift of all. &lt;br /&gt;As I pondered this sobering account I felt haunted by the unanswered question of what happened to Newell’s family?  Did they know of his courage that day? And what of his history?  Where did Newell grow up, go to school, what did he do as a young man in those years before the world was at war.  Are there photographs, or treasured remembrances of a young man so full of life?   I was compelled to learn more of his life and try to find the answers.&lt;br /&gt;An invitation to visit Circleville, Utah gave me my first opportunity to search the cemetery in Annabella., just a few miles from Richfield.  Using the map at the cemetery entrance I quickly found Newell’s gravesite.   The white marker reflects the standard military issue that was used for soldiers buried overseas, and must have been moved with his body when returned to Annabella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried to Newell’s right are his parents, Parley and Hattie.  Nearby lies Parley Dale, a bother who died at three years of age.   A visit to FamilySearch TM,  the genealogy site for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, revealed that along with his brother Parley Dale, who was born in 1911, Newell had three older sisters Leda May born 1901, Veoma born 1904, and Sarah Lovell born 1906.  Five other unnamed siblings were also listed.  &lt;br /&gt;A Memorial Day trip to Annabella in 2007, revealed Anderson family graves fully decorated with flowers, in loving remembrances, fostering my continued hope that perhaps there were descendants in the area, who remembered Newell.&lt;br /&gt;Again time commitments and other pressing matters returned my search for Newell to the back burner.  One Sunday morning in November of 2008, I was compelled to continue, and finally complete the article I had been writing to submit to the Richfield Reaper.  The article would describe my discoveries concerning Newell Anderson, and include an appeal to any family members who may have information.  As part of my research, I decided to enter “Parley Anderson 1944” in a Google search, just to see what might come up.&lt;br /&gt;The first three results, all referenced Parley, but with no specifics, but the fourth stood out, the byline read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ogden / Anderson History: Newell Anderson - a family hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I quickly went to the site and there after 2-1/2 years of searching, and to my amazement was a photograph of Newell Anderson! &lt;br /&gt;Not just a photograph but an entire Blog, recorded detail history of the man I had been researching for years.  I would learn Brad Ogden, living in Northern California, maintained the Blog.  Brad’s grandmother was Leda Anderson, the 1st born child.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Brad’s Blog I learned, that Newell was born in Glenwood Utah on March 16, 1921 to Parley and Hattie Anderson. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The Anderson’s were experienced parents having six living children, five daughters and a son. A first-born son named Parley Dale, had died in a farming accident when he was not quite three years old. One more son and a daughter were born after Newell making a total of nine surviving children in the large Anderson family.  The oldest daughter was Leda May, and was 20 years old and married when Newell was born. Leda is the maternal grandmother of Brad Ogden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            As the family grew, the Anderson’s moved to several Central Utah farming communities. Early marriage life found them living in Glenwood, in the 1920’s it was Annabella they called home,  the 30’s Burrville, where many of Hattie’s family had established themselves.   It was in Burrville that Newell spent most of his boyhood.  About 5 miles west in the town of Koosharem, he attended elementary school, with the other children of the family. &lt;br /&gt;Over 50 miles away, the nearest post-secondary schools were either in Monroe or Richfield, too far for a daily commute.  Newell chose to attend South Sevier High School, in Monroe, boarding for a short time with the family of Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Jones.  At some point, he transferred to Richfield High.  He lived with his Sister Leda and her family in Richfield.  His nieces and nephews became more like brothers and sisters, he was welcomed as part of their family. Newell and Leda’s second child, a son named Hal, born only a few months after Newell, would graduate together in 1939 from Richfield High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             High School behind him now, and the United States at the brink of war, Newell joined the Utah National Guard in 1941. In 1943 he began training with the US Army Air Corps and left for overseas duty in Europe. A proficient fighter pilot, Newell was in one of the first groups in England to fly the P-38 Lightning.  These twin-engine fighter planes had been  developed to protect the long-range bomber groups by engaging enemy fighters.  They were also effective in attacking strategic ground targets, and became very popular for their agility in the air. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8oglauaHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/P0WFMPrjp8M/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8oglauaHI/AAAAAAAAAKk/P0WFMPrjp8M/s400/Picture+15.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277981828566640754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8ogXjvpeI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mQ5-_BoOdA8/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8ogXjvpeI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mQ5-_BoOdA8/s400/Picture+12.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277981824846374370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8ogAdn8CI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KoAHW66pJno/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8ogAdn8CI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KoAHW66pJno/s400/Picture+14.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277981818646687778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newell earned the Air Medal for meritorious achievement as well as two Oak Leaf Clusters to the Air Medal.  He was promoted to the rank of 1st Lieutenant and on of his assignments was training instructor with the 8th Army Air Force in England. Only two years younger than Newell, brother Dean followed suit by enlisting in the service and fighting in the Pacific.  With two sons, far from home in the military, the Anderson family went about life as best they could back home. Hattie and Parley were especially proud of their boys.  Hattie’s health continued to deteriorate, and on April 4th, 1944 she died at home of congestive heart failure. It is not known if Newell ever received word of her death for he died in action just five days later on April 9th. If that were not enough, Parley died, April 21st of complications from diabetes. While the family was making preparations for Parley’s memorial service the fateful telegram arrived with the news of the death of 1st  Lt. Newell Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            On April 25, 1944, joint services for father and son were held at the Annabella Church. With Bishop Roberts conducting, the church was packed with family and friends, each mourning their loss.  Newell’s body had been buried with full military honors on the 11th of April 1944 at the Cambridge American Military Cemetery and Memorial, Colton, Cambridge, England.&lt;br /&gt;Brad Ogden had compiled more information on Newell Anderson than I could have imagined.  Words cannot describe the feelings I experienced while reading his account.  I noticed that the Blog did not mention the heroics Newell displayed that April day in England.  I knew I had to share with the Anderson family the information I had discovered.  With earnest, I posted a reply on the Blog, stating I had additional information on Newell and asking the moderator to contact me!  &lt;br /&gt;An initial contact with Brad by email, gave me an opportunity to share my discoveries.  The response I received, confirmed my suspicion, that Newell’s heroics had gone unnoticed, and the family was not aware of the details of that day.  Brad wrote: “&lt;br /&gt;Kevin,&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading your article.  I had tears in my eyes as I read of the details that I had not known.  I just hate to get emotional (but once every few years it happens).  My mother (Newell’s niece, was only a young teenager when he died, but he left quite an impression on her and she held him in very high esteem throughout his life.  I really don’t think that the family ever really knew of the details of that last mission, which might be explained by the turmoil created by the death of the parents so soon before and after Newell’s.”&lt;br /&gt;…Thanks again for your work and for brightening my day. &lt;br /&gt;Brad&lt;br /&gt; Additional correspondence has revealed that indeed there are family members still living, who grew up with Newell, and had shared memories of an Anderson family “legend”.  I discovered that because of the tireless efforts of Newell’s younger sister Raye, Newell Anderson came home to his final place of rest in 1946.  He was buried in the Annabella Utah cemetery with full military honors befitting the service he had performed for his country. &lt;br /&gt;Meeting while in Pilot training Peter Dempsey and Newell Anderson became the best of friends. They both flew with the 338th Squadron. While waiting for new planes, on leave or during other down times between missions, Peter and Newell traveled all over England.  Following Newell’s lead they would get on trains, never buying a ticket and never knowing where they were going.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;On April 9th, 1944, Peter’s formation had taken off prior to Newell’s.  The mission completed, while climbing out of his plane, Peter was approached and notified by the group’s flight surgeon, that Newell had been killed while taking off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Dempsey went on to fly many more missions with the 55th Fighter Group, on October 7th, 1944 his P-51 Mustang lost power and the engine froze.  Peter lost altitude quickly, he belly-landed the plane overshooting a field and ending up in a stand of trees.  Injured, Peter was captured, his wounds treated, and he became a POW at Stalag Luft III (of Great Escape fame).  On January 27 1944, in the dark of night, with 6 inches of snow on the ground, and still coming down, 10,000 prisoners of Stalag Luft III were forced to march south, to escape the advancing Russian Army.  After the march, Peter was eventually confined at Stalag VII at Moosberg, Germany.  On April 29th,  , following a 2-1/2 hour battle, Stalag VII was liberated by Combat Team A of the 14th Armored Division commanded by George Patton..  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the war, Peter remained in the Air Corp, and by special Military order was assigned to escort the body of his comrade, Newell Anderson to Annabella Utah and was present at the burial in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry this story has been untold for so many decades, but grateful that I can now bring it to life. My life is richer for having been touched by his. I would love to find and speak with any members of Newell Anderson’s family.  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Kevin Marsh&lt;br /&gt;Riverton, Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds hung low, barely 300 feet of ceiling, that Sunday over Station 131, a US Army Air Base at Nuthampstead Hertfordshire England.  Typical of Air Bases built throughout the United Kingdom to support long range bombing efforts in stopping Nazi Germany.  Station 131 consisted of three runways, with taxiways surrounding the perimeter of the base and dispersal areas where individual Squadrons prepared aircraft for their deadly missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s mission for the 55th Fighter Group was to provide protection for 151 &lt;br /&gt;B-17 long-range bombers, dispatched to hit the Focke-Wulf plant at Posen, Poland and the Heinkel plant at Warnemunde, Germany.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flurry of activity encompassed the base that morning, ground crews loaded Newell Anderson’s P-38J Lightning with 2000 rounds of ammunition, to feed the four Browning 50 caliber machine guns.  Equipped with one Hispano 20 mm cannon, an additional 150 rounds were loaded, to arm that deadly gun.  For this day’s long-range mission, two drop fuel tanks, each holding 150 gallons of fuel, were attached to the bottom of the wings.  This procedure was repeated for the many P-38’s flying this day.&lt;br /&gt;Two Allison liquid-cooled turbosupercharged V-12 engines, rated at 1,725 hp each, powered the P-38J that Newell piloted.  When introduced to the European Theatre of Operation in September of 1943, it quickly became an imposing adversary for the German Luftwaffe.  With top speeds of 443 miles per hour and a effective range of 1300 miles, the P-38 required a skilled man to pilot effectively.&lt;br /&gt;Newell was such a man, at the age on 22, in April of 1943; he graduated from the Advanced Flying School at Williams Field, Arizona.  Using his new skills, he joined the 338th Fighter Squadron April 12, 1943, and was appointed Flight Officer of the Army of the United States.  Assigned to the 55th Fighter Group by August 1943, the personnel had finished with their stateside training and began the preparations for the trans-Atlantic deployment to England. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           On 4 September, the group embarked on the HMS Orion. This ship could normally carry 1,500 persons across the ocean. For this trip, 300 officers and 3,200 enlisted men made the voyage. The Group arrived in England and was posted to Nuthampstead.&lt;br /&gt;Quite impressive for a young man from central Utah.  His paternal grandparents, converts to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-Saints, immigrated to Utah from Sweden in the 1860’s.  Born 1921 in Glenwood Utah, he was the eighth child of ten born to Parley and Hattie Anderson.  His youth was spent in Burrville, a small farming community in Sevier County, where many of his mother’s family had settled. Graduating from Richfield High School in 1939, he worked as a mechanic and truck driver prior to joining the Utah National Guard in 1941.&lt;br /&gt;It is now June of 2006; I had traveled to Nuthampstead for a commemoration and memorial service of my fathers Bomb Group, the 398th HV. In addition to the 398th memorial services a new marble memorial was dedicated to the “Little Friends” of the 398th, the 55th Fighter Group.  At the dedication, a booklet was provided, with the names of the men of the 55th who had lost their lives.  Reading each account I came upon the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Lt. Newell Anderson (338th FS.)&lt;br /&gt;O9th April 1944&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lt. Newell “Dandy” Anderson was born in Utah on 16 March 1921 and died just 24 days after his 23rd Birthday.  He was taking off on a combat mission when one engine failed and he crashed with belly fuel tanks on near Gypsy Corner Farm, just North East of airfield.  He was buried with honors at Cambridge American Military Cemetery and Memorial, Colton, Cambridge, England.  After the war he was buried in Annabella Cemetery, Annabella, Utah.” &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As a Utah native, I had to learn more about Newell.  My first search was on FamilySearch ™ the genealogy resource for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-Saints.  I was both excited and saddened by what I discovered in Newell’s family history.  In researching his parents I discovered that his mother Hattie, at the age of 61, passed away April 4th, 1944, just 5 days before Newell was killed.  I suspect that Newell had not been notified of his mother’s death, prior to his crash.  An additional irony, his father Parley, at the age of 67, died April 25, 1944, just two short weeks after his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8d5WVu65I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ACvK9SGBPO8/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8d5WVu65I/AAAAAAAAAJk/ACvK9SGBPO8/s400/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277970159387995026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007, while attending an annual reunion of the 398th Bomb Group in Phoenix Arizona, I was fortunate to meet Frank Birtciel, a Pilot who flew with the 55th Fighter Group.  I inquired if Frank had known Newell Anderson.  The expression on Frank’s face noticeably changed, as if sixty plus years had suddenly disappeared.  He asked how I knew of Newell.  As I related my experience in England, and my subsequent search for information about the day Newell was killed. Frank put his hand on my arm, and said “let me tell you about Newell Anderson”.  He began to relate the story of that day in April, 63 years earlier. I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“As for Newell Anderson's crash it was one of those things that really made an impression on both Don Porter and myself.  April 9, 1944 was a bomber escort mission.  The weather that day was bad with a low overcast sky with the cloud base at around 300 to 400 feet above the terrain at Nuthampstead.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The 343rd Squadron was the last squadron for takeoff and Don Porter led the element. I was flying his wing as the last man.  We had moved along the perimeter track and parked on the inactive East West runway and made our engine checks before moving on to the North East South West runway for takeoff.  Newell had reported an engine out earlier and all of a sudden his P-38 popped out of the low overcast and was headed right straight into Porter and myself.  His 150-gallon drop tanks were still attached to the ship and he managed to pull up over us and crashed just a moment later with a large explosion and black smoke.  The entire event taking just a matter of seconds.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We completed the mission and talked of the accident.  Porter and I both thought we were going to be killed that day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A second account related by Malcolm Osborn, who lives near Nuthampstead, and has studied the wartime history of the base, revealed some additional insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newell’s P-38 had two drop tanks filled with fuel, and the standard procedure in this type of emergency would be to drop the tanks.  An experienced pilot, Newell chose not to do that, because of the dense cloud cover, he could not see the ground and did not want to drop them on anyone who might be below him.  When he came around the airbase to make an emergency landing, finally breaking through the cloud cover, he saw Porter and Birtciel on the runway.  He used what power he had remaining with one engine to pull up to miss them and the plane went off the runway crashing into a field.  A young resident of Nuthampstead was working in the field near the crash and ran to give assistance to Newell.   When Newell saw him approaching, he waved the boy away, just as the plane exploded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is that Newell Anderson was a hero.  Had he dropped the tanks, his life may have been saved, but he chose to protect others instead.  His skill as a pilot prevented a collision with two other aircraft on the runway.  Fully aware of his circumstance he waved off a young man coming to his rescue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Chapter 15, verse 13 records: Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelmed by the story; Newell was now far more than a name on a Marble Memorial.  To me Newell was a hero, a man who not only left home and family to serve his country, but also gave his life protecting others. As I pondered this sobering account I felt haunted by the unanswered question of what happened to Newell’s family?  Did they know of his courage that day?  I was compelled to learn more of his life and try to find the answers.&lt;br /&gt;While continuing my research, I stumbled upon a Blog of the Anderson and Ogden families, posted by Brad Ogden, a great nephew of Newell.  I was fortunate to contact Brad, and related the details of Newell’s last mission.   In response Brad wrote in an email: &lt;br /&gt;Kevin,&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading your article.  I had tears in my eyes as I read of the details that I had not known.  I just hate to get emotional (but once every few years it happens).  My mother (Newell’s niece) was only a young teenager when he died, but he left quite an impression on her and she held him in very high esteem throughout his life.  I really don’t think that the family ever knew of the details of that last mission, which might be explained by the turmoil created by the death of the parents so soon before and after Newell’s.”&lt;br /&gt;…Thanks again for your work and for brightening my day. &lt;br /&gt;Brad&lt;br /&gt;As Brad observed, perhaps due to the circumstances of his parent’s death, or because of the urgency of the war effort.  Specific details of that April day in 1944, never reached the family.  Continuing research on Newell led me to a poignant discovery—one that haunts me to this day. The telegram about Newell’s death arrived while arrangements were being made for their father’s funeral.  Imagine the trauma to the surviving children of this devoted LDS family to lose their parents and a brother in a three-week span of time. The family responded by holding a joint memorial for father and son. &lt;br /&gt;Newell’s short and courageous life was always an Anderson family legend, now he can be remembered as a true hero as well.&lt;br /&gt; I’m saddened this story has remained untold for so many decades, but grateful that I can now bring it to life. My life is richer for having been touched by his. His story needs to be told, for Newell Anderson is an unsung Utah hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-4874320322603435287?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/4874320322603435287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-found-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/4874320322603435287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/4874320322603435287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-found-hero.html' title='A new found HERO'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/ST8dNwLcKgI/AAAAAAAAAJc/bMXYL0-Wd4E/s72-c/Picture+8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-8645576586715544723</id><published>2008-12-09T18:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:19:27.565-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuttle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andersons'/><title type='text'>Newell Anderson..WAR HERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8aURaIhII/AAAAAAAAAMY/i2q8ytOUiNI/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277966223874229378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8aURaIhII/AAAAAAAAAMY/i2q8ytOUiNI/s320/Picture+6.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;To the family and friends of 2nd Lieutenant Newell Anderson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, like maybe many of you, have always been interested in the circumstances and events surrounding the death of Newell. I had made attempts through the military to get his personnel records. I reached a dead end when they told me his records had burned with man others in a fire in St. Louis. I have recently received some partial records that were all created aft his death, these came from the Army Resource command in Alexandria Virginia. One of Newell’s brothers, my father Dean, unfortunately passed away on January 25th of 2004. In going through Dad’s papers, I found a letter to Aunt Raye, their younger sister. The letter was from an army buddy of Newell’s named Pete. In the letter Pete said he was form Tacoma, Washington and that he and Newell flew together. I recently had occasion to be in Seattle on business. After some investigation, I located Newell’s army buddy, Peter Dempsey living in Stiehlacoom, Washington. Pete is also mentioned a great deal in the documents I recently received from the Army. I contacted him at his home and he agreed to answer some questions for me. Stiehlacoom is a quaint beautiful little town on the banks of the Puget Sound, south of Tacoma, and near McNeil Island. My Dempsey is 84 years old and in fairly good health. He has some hearing and memory issues, but was very cordial and pleasant to talk with. He was very emotional at times and not comfortable talking about some things. I didn’t press him on anything, just allowing him to talk about what he was comfortable with. He never referred to Newell by name, just calling him “Andy” throughout our talk. I think it is common in the military to call anyone name Anderson, Andy. My dad had this nickname from the service, and so did I after working at the VA Hospital. Pete said that he and Andy became fast friends in their pilot training. He described Andy as being like by everyone and somewhat daring in his approach to life. Andy was enlisted while Pete and many of the others were career. At one point they separated everyone and were taking the career pilots to the Washington area to McChord Air Force Base near Tacoma for training. He said that Andy wasn’t supposed to be with them, but he went anyway and no one stopped him. Because he was enlisted, Newell had a lower rank than the others. This may explain why in the records that I received he is listed as post a 1st and 2nd Lt. As a result of the lower rank, he also wore a hat that had an emblem different form the other pilots at McCord. The hat kind of got to be a joke and Newell would wear it everywhere, proud in a way to be different. Pete showed me pictures of all of them together, Newell was always in the middle surrounded by others and wearing a different hat and cocked to the side. Pete said that at one point the commander told the troops to get rid of Andy’s hat and get him one like the rest of them. I guess that was sort of a battle field promotion. They flew several different planes together and eventually ended up stationed in England, flying combat missions over Germany. They anxiously awaited the arrival of their new fighter planes, the P-38. These planes had been tested in Africa without very positive results, but Pete swore by them and said they were great airplanes. They finally got their planes and they arrived by freight in Europe. Pete later flew P-51s and said they were an even better aircraft. While they were waiting for their new planes and during other down time between missions, Pete said that following Andy’s lead, they would get on trains, never buying a ticket, and never knowing where they were going. Together they traveled all over England and parts of northern Italy riding the rails. At this point I showed Pete a picture of Newell with a young lady and asked if he knew her. He wouldn’t take the picture and said he didn’t know her. I asked about any other girl friends they might have had and he said he didn’t want to talk about it. I had also showed him the letter he wrote Aunt Raye. He said it looked like his writing because you could hardly read it. But he wouldn’t take it and didn’t want to talk about it. Pete and Andy seemed like happy go lucky fiends flying their P-38s in the middle of a terrible war, getting what enjoyment they could. He said that at one point they were all ordered to gear up for what turned out to be D-Day. But the weather was always bad, they couldn’t fly and the offensive kept getting delayed. At one point they were ordered to pack up and go home to the states. He said they were all packed when Eisenhower decided to push forward with D-Day even in the bad weather. The apparently flew air support in bad weather and many more missions after that. They took off and flew in groups of four. Pete and Andy were not in the same group. One morning Pete’s group went out ahead of Andy’s planes. They flew their mission and returned. Pete said e as he was getting out of his plane, the doctor came running up to him and said he had some terrible news. Andy’s plane had taken off for this mission and then unexplainably it crashed back down on the runway, killing him. Pete was very emotional when telling me this and had to struggle through it a couple of time to tell me what happened. I felt bad bringing up 60-year old memories that caused him such grief. Andy was buried there in England. It was later decided that Americans should be resting on the home soil, and he was dug up and transported back to the states. The paperwork I got back from the Army confirms this, that Newell was originally buried in Cambridge in the British Isles. Late he was transported back to the states. The orders state that at the request of the family, now Captain Peter Dempsey, is to accompany the body and be in charge of the transport. Also according to the documents, Pete had an illness in the family and was unable to head up that detail. But according to Pete he was later ordered by his commander at McChord to grab a plane, get a co-pilot and navigator and head to Utah to attend Andy’s funeral. He said that this was highly unusual for the military to send someone in this manner to a funeral somewhat after the fact. He credited Aunt Raye with being persistent and pulling the right strings. Pete took off for Utah, having no idea where he was going or a landing area. He recalled landing in a wheat field with several interested on-looks, coming to a stop about six inches from the fence. My mother, Betty, filled in the rest, saying that he actually landed in Mt. Pleasant where he called Aunt Raye and along with Uncle Shen, my Mom and Dad, and apparently me at a very young age, they drove and picked him up. Pete had told me that he left with the family while his co-pilot and navigator got a motel room. I asked if he had any trouble on takeoff from the wheat field and he said it was a breeze. He like Aunt Raye a lot and credited her with the body coming home and him being ordered to attend by flying there in a military plane. My mother said that the feeling was mutual; Aunt Raye thought Pete was a special person. I would imagine that the rest of the war was very lonely for Pete after losing such a good friend. He said that he was hit twice during the war and relayed one story of a firefight he was in. The Germans had come up with a new plane that was faster and steered better than the 38s. On this day one of these planes got behind him and he couldn’t shake it. The pilot got so close he could see his eyes. He then shot out Pete’s right engine, he smiled and waved at Pete and tilted his wings as he flew away. Disabling his plane and taking him out of the fight but not killing him. Pete said he got back to the base and realized that they even had some good guys in the war. The P-51s that he later flew were and answer to the new German airplanes that could out fly the 38s. I asked him if he and Newell ever named their planes, betting on Annabella or something like that. He said they never did, almost like they were elite and that would have beneath them. Pete finished his twenty year career in what had become the Air Force, after initially being called the Army Air Corps. He worked for another twenty as a civilian in the tower at McCord AFB. He is happily married with three sons and a daughter; he couldn’t remember how many grandkids. He was very kind and generous in discussing these old unpleasant memories with me. He really struggled at times and I could tell that he had greatly missed Andy over the years and talking with me took an emotional toll on him. When it came time to leave, he didn’t seem like he wanted me to go. He walked with me all the way out to the main road and waited while I drove away. He said to please call or stop by if ever in the area again. ---Randall Anderson, Taylorsville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8Y-9_pYZI/AAAAAAAAALw/HSGm2dMQzuQ/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277964758373982610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8Y-9_pYZI/AAAAAAAAALw/HSGm2dMQzuQ/s400/Picture+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8Z3RKZDJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0jhphPPFgB4/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277965725591997586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8Z3RKZDJI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0jhphPPFgB4/s320/Picture+5.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8Z3MapUFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/f99qIvsvFFk/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277965724317995090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8Z3MapUFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/f99qIvsvFFk/s320/Picture+4.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8Z2x7IsmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MfgWtAeneQM/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277965717206512226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8Z2x7IsmI/AAAAAAAAAMA/MfgWtAeneQM/s320/Picture+3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8Z2r_1RqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OMCGLN8a9pI/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277965715615598242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8Z2r_1RqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OMCGLN8a9pI/s320/Picture+2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-8645576586715544723?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/8645576586715544723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/12/newell-andersonwar-hero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/8645576586715544723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/8645576586715544723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/12/newell-andersonwar-hero.html' title='Newell Anderson..WAR HERO'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__VDFtZ4QlHc/ST8aURaIhII/AAAAAAAAAMY/i2q8ytOUiNI/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-2947950572072346483</id><published>2008-11-17T00:41:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:12:25.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberts'/><title type='text'>ROBERTS / ASAY  Family...LOVELL Wyoming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS2e7KBufrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Pm9GPKg7kZA/s1600-h/19083669_117748829590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS2e7KBufrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Pm9GPKg7kZA/s320/19083669_117748829590.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273045477861785266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Joseph Asay Jr&lt;/span&gt;.  was born 1 on 28 Jan 1850 in Trenton, Mercer, New Jersey, USA. He died on 27 Aug 1904 in Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming, USA. He was buried on 28 Aug 1904 in Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming, USA. He married Julia Sophia Roberts on 19 May 1872 in Annabella, Sevier, Utah, USA.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Julia Sophia Roberts  was born 1 on 17 Oct 1854 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, USA. She died on 6 Feb 1931 in Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming, USA. She married Joseph Asay Jr. on 19 May 1872 in Annabella, Sevier, Utah, USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the following children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Anson Asay&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Eleanor ASAY   Born: 25 APR 1883  - Annabella, Sevier, Utah Marr: 1903 - John Hyrum KOCHERHANS&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            Died: 13 AUG 1930  - Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other marriages: &lt;br /&gt;Roberts, Mary Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary &amp; Julia were daughters of Edward Killick Roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Killick Roberts [Parents] was born 1 on 14 Apr 1828 in Crosby, Leeds, Ontario, Canada. He died 2 on 3 Jun 1915 in Annabella, Sevier, Utah, USA. He was buried 3 in Jun 1915 in Annabella, Sevier, Utah, USA. He married Emeline Mathews on 24 Sep 1850 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emeline Mathews [Parents] was born 1 on 7 Feb 1833 in McComb, McDonough, Illinois, USA. She died on 17 Apr 1867 in Payson, Utah, Utah, USA. She married Edward Killick Roberts on 24 Sep 1850 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the following children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   F i  Eliza Emeline Roberts&lt;br /&gt;   F ii  Sussanah Roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;   F iii  Julia Sophia Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   M iv  William Edward Roberts was born on 19 Nov 1856 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, USA. He died on 30 Oct 1859.&lt;br /&gt;   F v  Elizabeth Elanor Roberts was born 1 on 14 Aug 1858 in Payson, Utah, Utah, USA. She died on 15 Nov 1861.&lt;br /&gt;   M vi  Joseph Samuel Roberts was born on 31 Aug 1860 in Payson, Utah, Utah, USA. He died on 22 Mar 1867.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;   F vii  Mary Amanda Roberts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   M viii  George Hannibal Roberts&lt;br /&gt;   M ix  John Henry Roberts was born on 17 Apr 1867 in Payson, Utah, Utah, USA. He died on 19 Aug 1867.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other marriages: &lt;br /&gt;Gleave, Hannah  (MY ANCESTOR)&lt;br /&gt;Rollins, Ann Sophia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Joseph ASAY sr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Born: 1823, NJ    Marr: 1841    Died: 1879, UT&lt;br /&gt; Mother: Sarah Ann PEDRICK&lt;br /&gt; Born: 1818, NJ    Died: 1900, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phebe Butcher&lt;br /&gt; was born about 1773 in Trenton, Mercer, New Jersey, USA. She died . She married Joseph Asay Sr. in 1790 in ,, Pennsylvania, USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the following children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;  M i  Joseph Asay Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   M ii  John Asay&lt;br /&gt;   M iii  James Asay&lt;br /&gt;   M iv  Isaac Asay&lt;br /&gt;   F v  Edna Asay was born about 1799 in Philadelphia, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA. She died .&lt;br /&gt;   F vi  Betsey Asay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rupert KOCHERHANS  was the son of  Eliza Eleanor ASAY the daughter of Julia Sophia Roberts  &lt;br /&gt; Born: 1 JUN 1905  - Lovell, Big Horn, Wyoming&lt;br /&gt; Marr: 1926 - Inez Verona JOHNSON....She died Alpine Ut. 1988&lt;br /&gt; He Died: 18 NOV 1990  - Orem, Utah, Utah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Johnson Kocherhans is the living son of Rupert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-2947950572072346483?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/2947950572072346483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/11/asay-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/2947950572072346483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/2947950572072346483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/11/asay-family.html' title='ROBERTS / ASAY  Family...LOVELL Wyoming'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS2e7KBufrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Pm9GPKg7kZA/s72-c/19083669_117748829590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-1263135332741931050</id><published>2008-11-17T00:21:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:22:42.052-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberts'/><title type='text'>ANNA ROLLINS ROBERTS of Mayflower descent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS95P86pO3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mkIuPLBXeoI/s1600-h/Picture+15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS95P86pO3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mkIuPLBXeoI/s320/Picture+15.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273567003631238002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS95P3iXiLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JTGgqyQzj3c/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS95P3iXiLI/AAAAAAAAAH4/JTGgqyQzj3c/s320/Picture+14.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273567002187237554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Sophia ROLLINS was born on 5 Mar 1831 in Penobscot County, Maine. &lt;br /&gt;She died on 13 May 1885 in Annabella, Sevier, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;Ann Sophia ROLLINS and Edward Killick ROBERTS were married. &lt;br /&gt;Edward Killick ROBERTS was born on 14 Apr 1828 in Bastard, Leeds, Ontario, Canada. &lt;br /&gt;He died on 3 Jun 1915 in Annabella, Sevier, Utah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Sophia ROLLINS and Edward Killick ROBERTS had the following children: &lt;br /&gt;i.George ROBERTS was born in 1866.&lt;br /&gt;ii.Melinda Elvina ROBERTS was born on 12 Feb 1870.&lt;br /&gt;iii.Sidney Enoch ROBERTS was born on 5 Nov 1871.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Sophia ROLLINS and Sidney Marcus BECKSTEAD were married. &lt;br /&gt;Sidney Marcus BECKSTEAD was born in 1825 in Williamsburg, Stormont Dundas And Glengarry, Ontario, Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died on 7 Aug 1864 in [? Miles Pl, Colorado]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Sophia ROLLINS and Sidney Marcus BECKSTEAD had the following children: &lt;br /&gt;i.Mary Lucetta BECKSTEAD was born in 1847.&lt;br /&gt;ii.Sarah Ann BECKSTEAD was born on 14 Mar 1851.&lt;br /&gt;iii.Sabre Jane BECKSTEAD was born on 20 Oct 1853.&lt;br /&gt;iv.Lillian Sophia BECKSTEAD was born on 7 Sep 1855.&lt;br /&gt;v.Mary Emily BECKSTEAD was born on 6 Dec 1857.&lt;br /&gt;vi.Rossetta "Rosa" BECKSTEAD was born on 17 Aug 1859.&lt;br /&gt;vii.Loretta Delenoy BECKSTEAD was born on 26 Sep 1861.&lt;br /&gt;viii.Cordelia BECKSTEAD was born on 28 Oct 1863.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna was a Mayflower descendant as follows:&lt;br /&gt;First Generation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thomas PHILBRICK1 was born before 13 Sep 1584 in Bures St. Mary, Suffolk, England.2 &lt;br /&gt;He was baptized on 13 Sep 1584 in Bures St. Mary, Suffolk, England.3 &lt;br /&gt;He signed a will on 12 Mar 1663. &lt;br /&gt;Will of Thomas Philbrick of Hampton 1663/4 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Last will and testament of Thomas Philbrick SunR I Thomas Philbrick being very Aged and weak in body Butt sound in understanding senc &amp; memory Doe settle my Estate according to this my last will here under written &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impri I Give and Bequeth unto my son James Philbrick and to my Grand Child John Philbrick my fresh medow lying near to the Beach being by Estimation six acres more or less as itt is the which to bee Equally Devided betwen them att such time as shal be . after mentioned: Ittem I Give unto my son James Phil-brick . . Dwelling House and my House lott with the orch-yard and all . . . priveledges and appertinances thear unto belonging to him . . His Heiers for Ever: Ittem I Give &amp; bquith unto my son . . and to my Grand Child John Philbrick my . . . . of Thomas Sleeper lying towards the Clam-bancks in that . . of marsh Comonly Called the Little ox Comon to bee Devided . . them att such time as is hereafter mentioned &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ittem I Give unto my sonn Thomas Philbrick the some of . . pounds to bee payd by My Exequetor after my disease ittem I Give unto my. sonn Thomas Philbrick the land which was sometimes Daniell Hendrakes Called the Hop Ground to bee wholly att His Disposall at this prsent time: Ittem I Give unto my sonn James one bed with all the furnituer thearunto belongeing and a payer, of Cob Irons and a payer of tongues: Ittem I Give unto my Grand Child John Philbrick thatt Bed which hee useth to ly upon with the Bedding Belonging to It. and my Beetle and [fower] wedges and one of my Hakes: and a weanable Cow Calfe within a yeer after my Diseace to bee payd by my Exequetor and like wise I Give to my Grand Daughter Hanna Philbrick one weanable Cow Calfe the next yeer to bee payd by my Exequetor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ittem I Give unto my son James Philbrick my mare and hee is to pay or deliver unto my sonn Thomas Philbrick the first Colt which she shall bring when itt is weanable Ittem I Give my fower Cowes to my fower Daughters to my Daughter Elizabeth one to my Daughter Hanna one to my Daughter mary [one] and to my Daughter martha one to bee Delivered by my Executor after my Deseace and the moveables in the House which [are] not Expressed above are to bee Equally Devided between [my four] Daughters after my Desease. and I Doe appoint my sonn [James] Philbrick to bee my lawfull Exequetor to this my Last [will] and Testament and I Doe Declare itt to bee my Intent thatt [when] my Grand Child John Philbrick shall Come to the age of twenty one yeeres thatt then hee shall Enter upon &amp; posses whatt I have Given him by this last will: and thatt att the Deseace of my Daughter Elizabeth Garland her son James Chase shall have one Cow in lew of the Cow which I have Given my daughter Elizabeth &amp; thatt the Cow Given to my Daughter Cass shalbee for the use and Pfitt of her daughter martha: &amp; for the Confermation Hereof I have sett to my hand &amp; Seale the twelft of march 166 :64: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas [Seal] Philbrick &lt;br /&gt;X &lt;br /&gt;his mark &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed &amp; Sealed in ye prsents of &lt;br /&gt;Samuell Dalton &lt;br /&gt;Mehetabel Dalton &lt;br /&gt;[Proved Oct. 8, 1667.] &lt;br /&gt;[Essex County, Mass., Probate Files, and Norfolk County, Mass., Deeds, vol. 2, p. 99.] &lt;br /&gt;[Inventory, taken by Thomas Marston and John Redman; amount, £124; sworn to by James Philbrick.] &lt;br /&gt;[Essex County, Mass., Probate Files.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died on 4 Oct 1667 in Hampton, Rockingham, New Hampshire.4 He had his estate probated on 8 Oct 1667. Essex Probate # 21667; Inventory 3:452. He was also known as Thomas FELBRIGGE II.5 He was also known as Thomas FYLBRIGG.5 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the book "Genealogy of Families in Weare". &lt;br /&gt;"Thomas Philbrick, with his wife and six children, emigrated from Lincolnshire, Eng., in company with Governor Winthrop, Sir Richard Saltonstall and others. They arrived in Massachusetts Bay, June 12, 1630, after a tempestuous voyage of seventy-six days. They attempted a settlement where Salem, Mass, now is, but in July went to Watertown, Mass. Here Thomas Philbrick remained until 1645, when he rem. to Hampton, N. H., his son, John, having previously settled there in 1639." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the book "History of the Town of Rye, New Hampshire": &lt;br /&gt;"Thomas Philbrick, it is said, came from Lincolnshire, Eng. He and his family sailed from Yarmouth, April 8, 1630, and arrived at Salem, Jjune 14. He settled in Charlestown, but soon removed to Watertown, and in 1645-46 moved to Hampton." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other sources say he came over on the ship Arbella in the Winthrop Fleet, but no evidence has been found to prove this. Brayton, in his NEHGR article, says that Thomas didn't come across until 1635. He is possibly correct because Thomas' youngest daughter, Martha, was baptized in Sept. 1631 in Bures St. Mary, England. However, it is also possible that Thomas came to America in 1630, leaving his pregnant wife behind, returning later to retrieve her and the new baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a proprietor in Watertown, MA in 1637 and 1642, but removed to Hampton, New Hampshire, probably in 1646, but possibly 1651, to join his sons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people believe that Thomas was the son of Thomas A. Fylbrigg of Bures St. Mary, born between 1545 and 1550, died 1621 in Bures, who married Elizabeth, born about 1554, died 24 Apr 1619, both in Bures, but nobody has found any "proof". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit &lt;br /&gt;http://homepages.rootsweb.com/~nvjack/fylbrigg/andersonjb.htm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for an analysis of this likely connection. Thomas PHILBRICK and Elizabeth KNOPP were married on 4 Jun 1615 in Bures St. Mary, Suffolk, England. Elizabeth KNOPP (daughter of William KNOPP and Elizabeth READE) was born about Jul 1593 in Bures St. Mary, Suffolk, England. She was baptized on 8 Jul 1593 in Bures St. Mary, Suffolk, England.3 She died on 19 Feb 1663/64 in Hampton, Rockingham, New Hampshire.6 (12 mo. 19, 1663 OS). She immigrated about 1630, possibly in the Winthrop Fleet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas PHILBRICK and Elizabeth KNOPP had the following children: &lt;br /&gt;i.John PHILBRICK.&lt;br /&gt;ii.James PHILBRICK.&lt;br /&gt;iii.Elizabeth PHILBRICK.&lt;br /&gt;iv.Mary PHILBRICK.&lt;br /&gt;v.Sergeant Thomas PHILBRICK.&lt;br /&gt;vi.Hannah PHILBRICK.&lt;br /&gt;vii.Margaret PHILBRICK was born about 1628 in Bures St. Mary, Suffolk, England. She was baptized on 30 Nov 1628 in Bures St. Mary, Suffolk, England.&lt;br /&gt;viii.Martha PHILBRICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enoch Perham ROLLINS was born on 14 Jan 1805 in Jefferson, Lincoln, Maine. He died on 9 Nov 1877 in Annabella, Sevier, Utah. Sophia Wing PHILBROOK and Enoch Perham ROLLINS had the following children: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.Mary Jane ROLLINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ii.Ann Sophia ROLLINS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;iii.Sabra Sherburne ROLLINS.&lt;br /&gt;iv.Abby Amanda ROLLINS was born on 10 Jul 1835 in Maine.90 She died on 30 Jun 1837 in Bangor, Penobscot, Maine.&lt;br /&gt;v.John Parker ROLLINS was born on 1 Sep 1836 in Maine.90 He died on 2 Jul 1837 in Bangor, Penobscot, Maine.&lt;br /&gt;vi.Loretta Dillanoy ROLLINS.&lt;br /&gt;vii.Martha Philbrook ROLLINS was born on 30 Apr 1840 in Pleasantville, Westchester, New York.90 She died in 1845 in Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;viii.Orson Hyde ROLLINS.&lt;br /&gt;ix.Franklin Wheeler ROLLINS was born on 31 Mar 1844 in Akron, Summit, Ohio.90 He died on 20 Aug 1846 in Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;x.Charles Drawn [Brown?] ROLLINS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-1263135332741931050?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1263135332741931050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/11/anna-rollins-roberts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/1263135332741931050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/1263135332741931050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/11/anna-rollins-roberts.html' title='ANNA ROLLINS ROBERTS of Mayflower descent'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS95P86pO3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/mkIuPLBXeoI/s72-c/Picture+15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-3975620815125224875</id><published>2008-11-16T23:55:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:43:47.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberts'/><title type='text'>ON THE TRAIL with EDWARD KILLICK ROBERTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS927A0Ij_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/8c-kjpvSJMo/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS927A0Ij_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/8c-kjpvSJMo/s320/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273564444877164530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are Journal accounts from the Wagon Train that EDWARD KILLICK ROBERTS joined and crossed the plains with.  He was a single young man, the only member of his family to follow Brigham Young and drove a team across the plains.  His parents and siblings joined the Josephites and stayed back in Iowa.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;"Found on a Grave," Frontier Guardian, 19 Sept. 1849, 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Found on a Grave.&lt;br /&gt;The following papers were found on the grave of a gold digger by some Indians, who handed them to Mr. Reed to Interpret, while he was out on a hunt with them. And he politely furnished us with the orinal papers. We have published all that was deemed of any interest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPPER CROSSING OF THE LOUP,&lt;br /&gt;June 26th, 1849.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRS. GEO. A. SMITH, AND E. T. BENSON:-My Dear Sirs: We arrived here on the 22d and 23d, all in tolerable health. Soon after the arrival of Br. Wm. Millers fifty, Br. Nelson McCarty was attacked with cholera, and died in about eight hours, and is buried at this point. The day after Br. Hydes fifty arrived I was taken quite sick by former exposure, and cold taken and settled over my system, in consequence of a hurt that I received at the Horn. I am pleased brethren to say that notwithstanding our slow move every thing seems to be right; yet we have had some feeble spirits inclined to lead off, but the prompt move made by Brs. Miller, Hyde and myself, has made all right. Br. McCarty was a good hearted man but rather too much go ahead, and I fear this the cause of this sad accident. We have waited here three days with but little prospects of crossing until to-day, about 12 o'clock, when the disposer of all good, seems to have ordered a place for us to cross at. From this point we hope to move steadily on, with due regard to our future welfare. We have found the road very heavy, yet our cattle have improved, and now appear to be in good spirits. The camp rules are generally respected, and attend too; we have lost only two cattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to have forgotten to mention that Br. [Ambrose] Kellogg was taken with the cholera last night most severely, still we hope he will recover. Br. John Berry was thrown from a mule yesterday, and put his arm out of place but is up to-day. As yet I have not been able to send back the report of our numbers but have them ready for the first opportunity. I leave them here hoping you may receive this. I do it in short, as I am too feeble to write.&lt;br /&gt;Wagons,  120 Pigs,  31 &lt;br /&gt;Souls,  352 Chickens, 62 &lt;br /&gt;Oxen,  480 Cats, 25&lt;br /&gt;Cows,  315 Dogs,  25&lt;br /&gt;Loose Cattle,  17 Geese,  2&lt;br /&gt;Horses,  29 Ducks,  2&lt;br /&gt;Mules,  12 Doves,  7&lt;br /&gt;Sheep,  102 Bees, (hives,)  1&lt;br /&gt;June 27th.-Since writing the within, Mr. Kellogg is better, and Br. [Wilford] Hudson is quite sick with cholera. Mrs. Gully had quite a severe attack last night but I took it in time, and she is well again. We are now all safe on the South side of the Loup, no accident occurred as we crossed all in about six hours, (quick time.)&lt;br /&gt;When you reach the main Platte you will find another note from me.&lt;br /&gt;Most respectfully, &lt;br /&gt;Your friend and serv't.&lt;br /&gt;SAM'L GULLY.&lt;br /&gt;Died of Cholera in the First "Camp of Israel," on the morning of the 22d of June, 1849, Elder Nelson McCarty, aged 37 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deceased was a worthy member of the "Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints," and a faithful one of the quorum of Seventies. He was among the number of Saints that were expelled from the "City of Joseph" in the winter of 1846, to seek a home in the far west, and while on his way, upon a demand of the Government of the United States for volunteers, to embark in the war with Mexico, (though an exile in an Indian country,) he, upon the counsel of the First Presidency of the Church, unhesitatingly gave his name as one of the "Mormon battalion" and with them endured privations more revolting and insupportable than pen can describe. He returned to his family at "Winter Quarters," late in the fall of 1847, and by his own economy prepared an out-fit for the Valley of the Salt Lake and was organised as captain of the 2nd ten in the first fifty of the camp of Israel. He has left a wife and four children to mourn their loss, and in the absence of sympathizing relative to assuage their affliction, we feel to say to them that we will mingle a tear with theirs over the grave that entombs a husband, a brother and a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J[esse]. W. FOY [FOX], Clerk.&lt;br /&gt;ROWES BLUFFS, May 23d, 1849.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friend whom we have left was a member of the Mutual Protection California Company, No. 1, starting from St. Francis, Iowa. We were in camp and in search of a Ford when a number of Indians, about 100 made their appearance on the opposite side of the river, and riding in the river soon crossed over. Presuming their intention to be hostile we retreated to the camp and had our cattle brought into the carrel. The supposed enemy approached-the chief came to us, and shook hands very friendly, calling themselves Siouxs, saying they were following some other tribe and passed up the Creek. Three of our men were up the creek when they came up, they shook hands with the first and made signs for presents--receiving a handkerchief they passed on in the direction of the others.--one hid--overtaking the other, they killed him took his rifle, pistols and money. The secreted man brought the unwelcome intelligence. We sent after and brought the mangled corpse which lies here far from the abode of civilization, or relative to bedew with tears his uncouth grave. This sad and lamentable transaction is sufficient warning to prevent individuals from leaving the train when necessary without a sufficient number to present a strong front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was signed by the officers of several companies as sufficient warning to emigrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines on the death of A. D. Graham who was drowned June 12th, 1849.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY MISS E. T. BEACH.&lt;br /&gt;Hark! A voice of grief and mourning,&lt;br /&gt;Issues from the eastern sky,&lt;br /&gt;To be received as timely warning,&lt;br /&gt;That every one is born to die.&lt;br /&gt;Beside this murdered man, another&lt;br /&gt;Finds a tomb in Indian land, &lt;br /&gt;Whom all regard as a brother, &lt;br /&gt;A member of our little band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can it be that he is sleeping, &lt;br /&gt;And his spirit soars above, &lt;br /&gt;While friends at home are wildly weeping&lt;br /&gt;On the fate of one they love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye friends and kindred far away, &lt;br /&gt;Remember 'tis the will of God, &lt;br /&gt;Who turns darkness into day, &lt;br /&gt;That he should rest beneath the sod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Then resign the gift to Heaven, &lt;br /&gt;That once the Lord on you bestowed, &lt;br /&gt;And think that, now to him is given, &lt;br /&gt;Eternal joy-a blest abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above was copied from the original, (which was written by a pencil in order that it may be better preserved, for those who came after us, that they might read these lines written by the Poetess Miss E. T. Beach upon the death of Dr. A. A. Graham. And we can add,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep on, sleep on, ye who are resting here, &lt;br /&gt;Without a mourning badge to shroud thy bier; &lt;br /&gt;Without a friend to shed a farewell tear, &lt;br /&gt;Ore thy lonely and silent graves. &lt;br /&gt;S. B. P. P., Perry, New York.&lt;br /&gt;Lines supposed to have been suggested upon reading the above. &lt;br /&gt;We the Enterprise Company, came up on this rise, &lt;br /&gt;Here saw a record, of which we were surprised, &lt;br /&gt;Saw names registered here, of men we once knew, &lt;br /&gt;And regretted to learn, their history was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Graham, his fate, it was awful to know, &lt;br /&gt;The news to his parents, will be a hard blow, &lt;br /&gt;He was beloved by all who knew him, when he was alive, &lt;br /&gt;The journey with his comrades, he did not survive. &lt;br /&gt;And poor Parry's fate, happened some five days after, &lt;br /&gt;His comrades are to be pittied, for such shocking disaster, &lt;br /&gt;They all crossed the river, and looked back on the mound, &lt;br /&gt;And all had to mourn the loss of those in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all in good spirits, when we first arrived, &lt;br /&gt;But soon were cast down, when we found who had died, &lt;br /&gt;And to reflect for a moment, to see where we stand, &lt;br /&gt;Many miles from our friends, and death in this land. &lt;br /&gt;Our minds have been wandering, for comfort and pleasure, &lt;br /&gt;To shorten our journey, and thinking of treasure, &lt;br /&gt;This lesson we'll heed, and lay it up in store, &lt;br /&gt;As nothing transpired, to caution us before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All who may read, will see death makes its ravages, &lt;br /&gt;You are now in a wilderness, and among savages, &lt;br /&gt;The merciless Indian, although no cause for revenge, &lt;br /&gt;He's your worst enemy, when you think him your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If our fate should prove ill, from what we expect, &lt;br /&gt;We will ask for forgiveness, for what we neglect, &lt;br /&gt;Our aim is to do right and justice to all, &lt;br /&gt;If ill fate should attend us, be ready for the call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 8th, 1849.  T. K.&lt;br /&gt;We find in our exchanges, proclamations purporting to be manufactured by "Mormons" and that they are prime ministers of Jesus Christ, envoy extraordinaries, plenipotentiaries, and king of kings, of satan or somebody else. In the New York Herald the following proclamation by one of these worthies, Samuel S. Snow, said to be a Mormon, though we do not believe that he was ever a member of our church, if he has belonged, we are sure that the spirit of the proclamation is not in accordance with the creed and doctrine of the Latter Day Saints or Mormons. We never heard of him before, and never wish to hear from him or any man of the like stamp. As we have said before, we say again, that the proclamation of Gen. Taylor, was a document which was right and proper, and was highly necessary at the time. We hope that we shall not see any more of these proclamations against good and virtuous principles, and attributed to the Mormons, until they find them published in our own papers, and by the sanction of the authorities in the Mormon church:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the New York Herald. &lt;br /&gt;MORE OPPOSITION TO GENERAL TAYLOR-THE MORMONS IN THE FIELD.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misfortunes never come singly. They pour upon the victim by the bucket-full. General Taylor has not been able to evade the inevitable law. To the awful howlings, and fierce assaults, and perpetual accusations of the Union; and the yells, and threats, and menaces of thousands of disappointed office-beggars, who all charge upon the President every error, and every sin of omission or commission with which the administration is chargeable, we must now add the relentless opposition to the Mormons. The desperate band of martyrs and heroes have just entered the field. They are not all engaged in digging gold in the great valley of the Salt Lake. A remnant is amongst us, and they are not disposed to give sleep to their eyes, or slumber to their eyelids, till they consign General Taylor to utter perdition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;"The Mail Arrived from the Salt Lake," Frontier Guardian, 5 Sept. 1849, 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;THE MAIL ARRIVED FROM THE SALT LAKE.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday Evening, Sept. 3d.&lt;br /&gt;A. W. Babbit [Almon W. Babbitt] Esq., arrived here on Monday evening last thirty-six days from the Valley of the Salt Lake, having been water bound on the route eight days. He came safely through with one man and seven horses and a light wagon in which he brought the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News from the Valley is quite encouraging. The crickets entirely disappear where fowls and swine are permitted to range. They have suffered comparatively none this year by those insects. Their wheat crops are good, corn looks prosperous-beets, carrots-squashes, pumpkins and other vegetables are excellent. The health of the citizens there was good, and great activity in business prevailed. About twelve or fifteen thousand California emigrants passed through the Valley, and about three thousand calculated to winter there. Many of the Californians have been baptized and intend to make that place their home-some of the first class of them for wealth, character, and influence. No difficulty occurred between our people and the California emigrants, and the Indians are all friendly and seem anxious to learn and to become civilized. They wish to learn to cultivate the soil, so that they can have plenty of bread &amp;c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our people celebrated the 24th of July instead of the 4th, for two reasons:-one was, because that was the day on which Br. Young and the Pioneers first entered the Valley; and the other was, they had little or no bread, or flour to make cakes, &amp;c., that early, and not wishing to celebrate on empty stomachs, they postponed it till their harvest came in. A full description of the feast and celebration may be expected in our next. We are only able to sketch the heads of the news for this week for want of time and space, but we intend to pour out the whole flood in our next number. The Valley has been a place of general deposit for property, goods, &amp;c., by Californians. When they saw a few bags and kegs of gold dust that had been gathered and brought in by our boys, it made them completely enthusiastic. Pack mules and horses that were worth twenty-five or thirty dollars in ordinary times, would readily bring two hundred dollars in the most valuable property at the lowest price. Goods and other property were daily offered at auction in all parts of the city. For a light Yankee wagon, sometimes three or four great heavy ones would be offered in exchange and a yoke of oxen thrown in at that. Common domestic sheeting sold from five to ten cents per yard by the bolt. The best of spades and shovels for fifty cents each. Vests that cost in Saint Louis one dollar and fifty cents each, were sold at Salt Lake for three bits, or 37 1/2 cents. Full chests of Joiners' tools that would cost one hundred and fifty dollars in the East, were sold in that place for $25. Indeed, almost every article, except Sugar and Coffee, is selling on an average, fifty per ct. below wholesale prices in the Eastern cities. Would it not be a grand speculation for Kanesville and St. Joseph, Merchants to go to the Salt Lake to lay in their fall stock of goods? They can buy plenty of wagons there for less than one half what the iron cost in Saint Louis, and any number of cattle to haul them back. This kind of operation has put the people on their legs in the valley, but when the alcohol was brought forward and sold, it threw some of them off their legs, not having had any for a couple of years or so, and being rather exhausted by digging gold all the time, they were not wise to hazard a contest with so potent an enemy, more to be dreaded than the mobs of Illinois. The people there think more of their wheat crop than of the Gold Mines. They know, because they have been made to feel its superior worth. Many of the emigrants would pay no attention to the warnings of our people not to let their cattle drink of the water so strongly impregnated with saleratus. They said it was all a "Mormon humbug" about the alkali being strong enough to kill their cattle, and the consequences were that more than 2000 dead carcasses of oxen lay strewed along the way, and the very offensive smell caused thereby, rendered it almost impossible to travel near the road. The cholera has been very fatal among the Indians. In one place Mr. Babbitt mentions as having passed ten deserted lodges with many dead Indians lying about, and their bodies torn and half eaten by the wolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met Livingston &amp; Kinkade's company, commanded by William Miller, about 200 miles west of Laramie, then all well. Met Egan [Howard Egan] at Weber River-Hickman and Hatch beyond the South Pass-Perkins' and Taylor's [Allen Taylor's] company this side of Laramie. They had one stampede; about a hundred and fifty teams hitched up took fright in the day time, and ran with their loads like wild buffalo. One lady was killed (Mrs. Hawk) [Margaret Hawk], and several others badly bruised and injured. George A's [George A. Smith's] and Ezra's [Ezra T. Benson's] company were all well, but getting along slowly on account of high water and constant rains. Gully [Samuel Gully] , McCarty [Nelson McCarty], and Kellogg [Ambrose Kellogg] died of cholera out of the first company. But four of our people died of cholera on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Atkin, Thomas, Autobiography [ca. 1901], 5-7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;On May 28 we started from Council Bluffs on our journey, father having purchased two wagons, five yoke of oxen and two yoke of cows. The road on this, our first day's travel on land, proved to be exceedingly rough, being most through a hilly country with heavily loaded wagons that were not new but second hand. Our teams were wild and unbroke, many of them being strangers to the yoke, and drivers about us awkward as their teams, and with our mother sick in one of the wagons with that dreaded disease the cholera: under these circumstances it required our utmost care in managing the team in which my mother lay sick. We camped at night in the forest.&lt;br /&gt;May 29th--traveled a short distance and camped near the ferry which crossed the Missouri river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 31st we had the satisfaction of seeing the recovery of our mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 2nd we crossed the ferry over to the South side of the Missouri river. Here we joined the main body of the company of Saints waiting to be organized into companies of tens, fifties and hundreds with captains to lead each division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, June 3rd we camped with the main camp at the old Winter Quarters of the leaders of the Church, and the Pioneers when on their way from Nauvoo to the Rockey Mountains. We saw the vacated log cabin of Brigham Young and others of the Twelve Apostles and Saints in which they wintered before starting upon their long and perilous journey. We remained here a few days to break in our teams and to make final preparations for our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on June 8th we commenced our pilgrimage with Brother William Hyde, a most excellent man, as captain of the fifty wagons of our company, and Brother [Daniel] Collett as captain of the ten wagons in which our[s] was included. Orson Spencer was captain of the hundred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 9th we reached the Elk Horn river over which we ferried our teams the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large band of Indians was camped a short distance from us, who manifested signs of hostility towards us. Our captain required every man in camp to muster armed and equipped for business which seemed to have the desired effect of quieting the Indians. Here father purchased a yoke of fine cows, having found that our teams were hardly sufficient for their loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 22nd of June we arrived at the Loup Fork of the Platt[e] river, a large and rapid running stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 23rd, on account of the depth of the river we were unable to proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 24th of June we made a tabernacle of the branches of trees and held Sabbath meeting, which was addressed by Captain William Hyde and President Orson Spencer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26th both fifties forded the river which was quite deep and dangerous with quicksand bottom, but we were all landed in safety on the other side. During the first week in July a rainy season set in which greatly impeded our progress, having often to attach 6 or 8 yoke of oxen to one wagon that cut into the ground until the axeltrees almost scraped the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 5th, Brother Samuel Culley [Gully], Captain of the other fifty, died of cholera and was buried by the road side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 7th camped at night on Elm Creek. Here we discovered that we were traveling in the famous buffalo country. Every day large, dark, moving herds of buffalo could be seen on the distant hillsides or down in the meadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 10th the hunters killed their first buffalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 12th they killed two others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on the 14th they killed 4 buffalo. In the afternoon of the 14th wagon and team were started out to gather up some of the best parts of the 4 buffalo. My brother George and I being desirous to see a buffalo before it was dis-sected, went along with the hunters for that purpose. After traveling several miles we entered a range of low hills and finding that the sun was about setting, I took an hasty glance at the buffalo, then started back alone for camp, hopeing to arrive there in time to help secure our cattle by tying each animal to the wheels of our wagons before night set in, and guarding them through the night against the raids of the hostile savages that were numerous in this region of the plains. I had proceeded a short distance when I heard the hunters calling on me to return, assuring me that I would get lost among the hills or meet some of the natives on the plains, but regardless of their friendly warning I continued on my way following the slight trail which the wagons had made in coming out. I soon found that I was not traveling fast enough to enable me to get out of the hills before night set in and in my anxiety to increase my speed I lost all trace of the wagon track, and although I made several circuts back in hopes of again finding the trail, I was unsuccessful in finding it. Having abandoned my search, I hastened off in the direction I judged lead towards the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was greatly impelled on my way by the knowledge that I was alone on the domains of the Indians at that time hostile towards the white man. With night rapidly approaching, the country around me afforded no distinguishing object as a guide, nothing but a succession of low hills and vallys in every direction as far as the eye could reach. Under these circumstances I hastened on over hill and vale, climbing some of the highest points and anxiously looking in every direction, hoping to see the river and the trees bordering it, occasionally kneeling to offer up a fervent prayer for guidance from above. Finally, just as the day was disappearing I saw from an eminence I had gained, the reflection of a hundred camp fires lighting up the gloomy horizon, and although the camp was several miles away, I felt greatly encouraged. I soon emerged from the range of hills but found yet another difficulty in my course. I was suddenly checked in my progress by a dismal swamp of deep water and rushes which were directly in my course, but I was not in the mood to hesitate long. I entered the swamp and after struggeling what seemed to me a long distance through mud and water, fighting mosquitoes which were fearfully numerous, I finally landed on solid ground and soon reached the camp in safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Large fires were kept burning all night to guide the party of hunters to camp but they did not return until the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 27th--passed chimney rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 29th--forded the Platt[e] river three quarters of a mile across very deep quick-sand bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 3rd--passed Fort Laramie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 5th the camp did not move. Held Sunday meeting under the shade of some trees. President Orson Spencer preached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 10th our ten commenced to travel seperate from the main company on account of the scarcity of feed for our animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 22n-- passed Independence Rock and camped at Devil's gate, a narrow channel cut through a mountain through which the sweet water river runs, overhung by rocky crags. We here began to experience frosty nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 29--snowy morning today. A child was run over and killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 2nd--crossed the Sweet Water river for the last time being the twe[f]lth crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 7--traveled to Green river which we forded and camped on the other side with a company of brethren and teams on their way to meet Apostle E.T. Benson's company of Saints, they having started late in the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 13th--traveled 8 miles and camped at Fort Bridger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 16th--traveled 6 miles and crossed Bear river. Rough mountain roads is the rule for the rest of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 19th--5 miles and crossed the Weber river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 20th--14 miles, chiefly in a canyon up and down steep hills, having to hold our wagons from upsetting with ropes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 21st-- traveling over the big mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, September 25th we entered the Valley early in the afternoon and thus completed our long journey and at last gazed upon the Great Salt Lake valley, the goal upon which our hopes and expectations had so long been centered, and although the whole country was at that time in a wild and uncultivated condition, it appeared to us all that we could desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Burgess, Margaret Jane McIntire, [Autobiography], in "Utah Pioneer Biographies," 44 vols., 6:185-86.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;After we spent the winter in the spring we crossed over the river to Winter Quarters and stayed there until President Young started for the Rocky Mountains, with his company. He advised those that had means to go on with, to go back over the river as the were Indians there getting mean and quarrelsome, therefore we moved back after he left. We went to a place called Kanesville, named after General Kane who was a great friend to the Mormon Church. So we all traveled back again and built us some cabins and a large log school house. And a great many who were not Mormons moved in there and helped to build up the place, built several stores and were pleasant and agreeable people.&lt;br /&gt;Those who could get ready started out for the Great Salt Lake Valley the next season but we still had to leave some of our company behind. Our company was composed of one hundred wagons. We had a Captain Orson Spencer who had just returned from a mission to England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company was divided into two fifties each with a captain William Miller as one captain, Orson Hyde the other. We had some trouble with the Indians (Pawnees). They had been back to draw their money from the Government at a place called Tarpus [Sarpey's] Point. Just below Kanesville and the Cholera had broken out there many of the Indians took it and they traveled along with us only as they would take some cut-off, in fact we had to pass through their village. As the road passed through it (the village), the consequence was five of our brethren died with the cholera. My father had it and two others came down with father. Father felt so bad at the loss of our brethren that he dreamed of a cure, he tried it and was cured and he gave it to the others and who were likewise cured. We traveled hard to get out of that section of the country even late at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father had three wagons one was intirely devoted to my mother and her small children, the side of the wagon being fixed into a frame to get out and in without fear. The company wagons were all made in that way. Our teams were mostly oxen. I drove a team across the plains and was only twelve years old. My brother two years older had to help drive the loose chattle [cattle] sometimes through rivers, over mountains, over the Black Hills then down Emigration Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Cahoon, William Farrington, [Autobiography], in Stella Cahoon Shurtleff and Brent Farrington Cahoon, comp. and ed., Reynolds Cahoon and His Stalwart Sons [1960], 90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Traveled Six Months to Reach Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;"As stated above, I in company with my brother Daniel and our families, started on the 21st March and camped the first day at Brother Burgess, six miles out. At length, we were on the way leaving civilization behind us and glad to get away from it, and as we journeyed across the great plains in the wage [way] of the pioneers, we felt as if the ‘God of Joseph' was with us and blessed us and preserved us. On our way we had the usual vicissitudes of the early travelers across the plains, such as fording rivers, and when we could not ford, making rafts and building bridges, killing snakes, burying our dead, guarding our cattle and traveling under difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We traveled day after day, for six months and on 24th day September 1849, we entered the valley in company with my father and Andrew's family who came to meet us. Was It Not A Joyful Meeting! Only those separated from their families for a long time, can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Gully, Samuel, to Brigham Young, 3 July 1849, in Brigham Young, Office Files 1832-1878, reel 30, box 21, fd. 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Camp 192 miles from Winter Quarters&lt;br /&gt;July 3rd 1849&lt;br /&gt;Presdt. B. Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to introduce to your acquaintance Genl. G Blodget the bearer of this. Genl. G. accidentally fell into our company at the Mo. River and has traveled with us to this point. he now leaves us with his pack animals &amp; leaves 4 wagons &amp; Teams with the remainder of his Men, all in my charge. Genl. G has offered many friendly favors while we have been on the road and has acted the part of a Gentleman; any favors rendered him by yourself will [be] duly reciprocated by your friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to inform you of the choleras being in our company. We have had several cases and lost 3 men of our company[.] Bro. Nelson Mc[C]Arty died at the Loup fork, Ambrose Kellogg at Prarie Creek, a Mr. [Moses] Hale on the Platt[e] 7 miles from this point. My desire is that we may no longer be troubled with this sad disease. Since we left Winter Quarters which was the morning of the 7th June the Horn on the 11th the rains have been so continued that it has prevented us from moving faster than we have and now we have had two nights of as heavy rains as I most ever saw, the Grass is Good, but the Roads most Horrid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messrs [James A] Livingston &amp; [Charles A] Kinkead is now with us, with the Goods mentioned in my former letter, and they wish me to renew the wish for you to have them a House ready for them to put there Goods in when they arrive. They are extremely anxious to return to St Louis this fall in order that they make an early start the next sping with at least one Hundred thousand Dollars worth of Goods. The season is now so far advanced that they fear if they have to go through to the Vally &amp; then have to retail them out, it will be too late for them to return and they are therefore willing to sell them sooner if possible and say if you or any other person will meet them this side of the South Pass they would sell them for much less than they would in the Vally say at least five thousand Dollars. They have with them near $30,000 at St Louis cost consisting of a Genl. Stock of Dry Goods, a very heavy stock of Hardware for building purposes, with Groceries &amp;c &amp;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro. Orson Spencer is now in our company and from the best I can learn has money with him sufficient to pay near half the amount. They will take Gold Dust at a Good rate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAMU[E]L GULLY&lt;br /&gt;Pr WM. HYDE&lt;br /&gt;July 5th 1849&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Brigham Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capt Gully after writing the above left it uncealed with a view, if possible of obtaining, news from Ft. Childs which might be of interest to you, but on yesterday the 4th he was taken with the Cholera, and died this morning, the 5th inst at 5 O.c[.] on which account I have signed his name above and forward to you this sheet. The Camp is now in tolerable health. We now expect to start on our Journey in the morning, have laid here two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours with respect&lt;br /&gt;Wm Hyde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Hyde, Elizabeth H. B., [Reminiscences], Utah Genealogical and Historical Magazine, Oct. 1912, 208.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;In the spring of 1849 my husband returned, and we started for Salt Lake City, arriving in the Valley September 22. The captain of our company, Samuel Gulliege [Gully], died on the way and my husband was appointed in his place. We suffered much with sickness. Messrs. Livingston and Kinkeid, among the first merchants to come to Salt Lake City, traveled with us. They helped us very much. Among all our hardships and exciting times with the Indians and the buffalo, we had some good times, rejoicing in our testimonies of the truth and the goodness of the Lord to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Hyde, Elizabeth H., Life sketch, in Utah State Historical Society Cache Valley Chapter, Historical resource materials for Cache Valley, Utah-Idaho, 1955-1956, reel 22, item 8, 6-7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;In the spring of 1849 my husband and brother Rosel with their families started for Salt Lake Valley. The companies were divided into one hundred fifty and ten, samuel gully was captain of a fifty and died on the plains on the 4th of July with the cholera, several others of the company died with the same disease. My husband came very near going the same way. I sat up with him many nights in my wagon, fearing every night to be his last; my husband was appointed to take brother Gully's place as captain of fifty. [James A.] Livingston and [Charles A.] Kinkaid [Kinkead] merchants in Brother Gully's company rendered me every assistance in their power in my husband's sickness, furnishing me with medicine and lights, they said they had lost one captain and didn't want to lose another. They had him ride in their carriage until he got stronger. Sister Betsy Aldred [Elizabeth Patrick Taylor Allred] was with me, we traveled with ox teams.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Salt Lake on the 22nd day of Sept. 1849, after being on the road between four and five months, . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Variant version of text also in Our Pioneer Heritage, 20 vols. (1958-77), 7:433]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Miller, Reuben, Journals, 1848-1849, fd. 2, vol. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;The first Wagon crossed the missouri May 30th 1849&lt;br /&gt;West side of the Missouri River near Winter Quarters. Camp of Israel Monday morning June 4th, 1849&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was called togather by Pres. G[eorge]. A[lbert]. Smith which consisted of about 75 waggons. About 50 more Still remaining on the opposite Shore of the river waiting to Cross over. After Some apropriate and usefull remarks by the Pres. he proposed that the two Camps be organized into a Company of one hundred And be devided into two fifties. This he Said would include the whole, And have a tendency to prevent our people going out in detached parties, and consequently be exposed to dangers and hardships. He proposed that both companies Camp togather at least five hundred miles. And recommended as far as fort Bridger; and that the first fifty organized move on to the Elk Horn River, And build a raft And cross over if posable by the time the Second company got up. He enjoined it a duty upon those that were experienced to assist those that were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President then recommended Samuel Gully for captain of the whole, or both divisions. Which was nominated and carried unanimously. He then nominated W[illia]m Miller Captain of the first division of fifty. Which was carried unanimously. He then nominated W[illia]m Hyde Captain of the Second Division of fifth which was carried unamiously [unanimously]. He then nominated O[rson]. Spencer President of the whole Camp, which was carried unanimously. He then nominated William [F.] Cahoon for first Counselor to Pres. Spencer, And Father Gidean [Gideon] Brownell for Second[.] Carried unanimously[.] He then apointed Reuben Miller, clerk for the second division of fifty. and J[ohn].H. [William] Baxter to keep minutes of all important ocurrances on the journey to send back to Elder O. Hyde for publication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the company he said, When you get to the mountains send in an express to the Valley that preparations may be made to receive you and place to settle, chosen settle if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first division of fifty being organized They took up their line of march for the Elk Horn river on the morning of the 5th of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second division of fifty succeeded in getting across the Missouri on the Evening of the 6th and camped for the night at the same place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of the 7th under a partial Organization the Camp mooved out about 7 miles and Camped for the night on a high roling Prairie. In the evening the camp was called togather by Pres. Spencer, Captains Gideon and Hyde. After some apropriate and usefull remarks by Capt. [Leonard] Gurley [Rice], t[e]aching the duty and faithfullness of each individual composing the Camp. He proceeded to read the rules and regulations adopted by the Emigrating Saints in 1848 which were unanimously adopted. And are as follows[:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st That each ten Shall travel ahead alternately according to their numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd That all lost property when found Shall be brought to the captains of fiftys quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd That all dogs shall be tied up at dark to prevent the annoyance of the guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th That no man be allowed to leave the Camp by himself or without the consent of the Captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th That it shall be the duty of the Captain of ten to instruct their men to attend to their family prayers at the Sounding of the horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th That it Shall be the duty of the Captains of fiftys to see that the Guard shall be placed arround the Camp at 1/2 past eight o.c.[o'clock] of each night to relieve the Captains of the herd whose duty it shall be at the Sounding of the horn in the morning with his men &amp; boys exempt from guard duty to take charge of the herd untill the night guard is posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th That the sounding of the horn shall be the Signal for the camp to arise and attend to the duties of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th That the Camp Shall be ready to Start each morning at 1/2 past seven o.Clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th That implicit obediance to the officers be required of every man in the Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th That every man owning horses or Mules be required to bring them into the Camp at Sun down and make them fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th That it shall be the duty of each teamster when the herd is brought in to see that his team is on hand or in the herd without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12th That every member of the camp be at their quarters at nine oclock, and that the Guard cry the correct time each 1/2 hour without making any unnecessary noise. Captain Hyde made some remarks[.] Showed the great importance of vigilence on the part of the herds men And night guard. And set forth the caricetor [character] of the Indians, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Blodgett who is at the head of a Company of Emigrants bound for the gold mines in California and not a member of our Church But organized with us. Said He and his Company were willing to abide our Laws and regulations cheerfully. And be one with us. Said he Spoke the Sentiments of all his men And they were ready and willing for the performance of any duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of the 8th Camp ready to start by 8 Oclock but Still only under a partial organization. The divisions of ten not being fully organized nor could the[y] be untill the Camp Came up to the first division of fifty then at the Horn. Camp arrived at the Peapea [Pappea] about 4 Oclock PM and camped for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of the 9th Camp on the moove at 1/4 before 8 oclock. And arrived at the Horn at 1 P.M. in good health and Spirits[.] No accident, And found the first division of fifty on the West Shore waiting the arrival of the Second. The Camp immediately Commenced ferrying But were hindered same to make room for 5 or 6 hundred Pawnee Indians to cross over The crossed over 32 waggons and closed the Labors of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of the 10th (Sunday) Commenced ferrying and swimming the herd. About five PM all was over Safe. During the Previous night however. the herd became alarmed and being inclosed in a bend of the river by A String &lt;of&gt; waggons. The[y] crowded so hard that a waggon wheel was smached, but no other damage done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full Organization being now accomplished And the divisions of ten arainged in their proper and respective order as follows[:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAINS OF TENS --&lt;br /&gt;1st Orson B[ennett]. Adams&lt;br /&gt;2nd Daniel Collett&lt;br /&gt;3rd Rosel Hyde&lt;br /&gt;4th D[avid]. H. Redfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Serious occurance took place while ferrying the waggons which I have omitted to notice in the proper place. In running down one of the waggons onto the raft or ferry the raft give way and some of the Load had to be taken out. Captain Gully while assisting to unload a bail of cotton factory It fell upon him and he fell between the timbers of the raft and saved himself from a more serious injury. He was considerably hurt But was administered to immediately by Captains [Rosel] Hyde and Cahoon, and is fast recovering of the injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orson B[ennett]. Adam's Division of Ten&lt;br /&gt;John [William] Barry [Berry]: 1 Waggons, 1 Soul, 2 Oxen, 2 Cows, 1 L[oose]. Cattle, 1 Sheep, 1 Dog, 2 Doves&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Allen: 1 Waggons, 7 Souls, 2 Oxen, 4 Cows, 1 L[oose]. Cattle, 1 Dog, 3 Doves&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Gully: 5 Waggons, 8 Souls, 1 Mule, 22 Oxen, 9 Cows, 19 Sheep, 1 Dog&lt;br /&gt;Hirum [Hyrum] Judd: 1 Waggons, 4 Souls, 4 Oxen, 2 Cows, 1 Pig, 2 ducks&lt;br /&gt;G. [James] A. Livingston and [Charles A.] Kincaid: 2 Waggons, 3 Souls, 2 horses, 4 Mules, 6 Oxen&lt;br /&gt;Charles [Wakeman] Daulton [Dalton]: 2 Waggons, 4 Souls, 8 Oxen, 4 Cows&lt;br /&gt;O[rson]. B[ennett]. Adams: 1 Waggons, 1 Soul, 4 Oxen&lt;br /&gt;William Vandike [Van Dyke]: 1 Waggons, 1 Soul, 6 Oxen&lt;br /&gt;Total: 14 Waggons, 35 Souls, 2 Horses, 5 Mules, 54 Oxen, 21 Cows, 2 L[oose]. Cattle, 20 Sheep, 1 Pig, 2 Ducks, 3 Dogs, 5 Doves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Colletts Division of Ten&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Collett: 2 Waggons, 7 Souls, 8 Oxen, 3 Cows, 1 Cat&lt;br /&gt;Edward Philips: 2 Waggons, 6 Souls, 8 Oxen, 4 Cows, 2 Pigs, 2 Doves&lt;br /&gt;Wm. [William Joseph] Smith: 2 Waggons, 7 Souls, 12 Oxen, 5 Cows, 1 Pig, 5 Chickens&lt;br /&gt;Thos. [Thomas] Atkins [Atkin]: 2 Waggons, 5 Souls, 10 Oxen, 5 Cows&lt;br /&gt;Wm [William McMillen] Thompson: 1 Cow&lt;br /&gt;John Colons [Coulam]: 2 Waggons, 7 Souls, 6 Oxen, 2 Cows&lt;br /&gt;Lewis [Ogier] Hardy: 1 Waggons, 7 Souls, 3 Oxen, 3 Cows, 1 Cat, 1 Dog&lt;br /&gt;James Mendanhall [Mendenhall]: 3 Waggons, 9 Souls, 12 Oxen, 5 Cows, 1 Pig, 7 Chickens, 1 Cat, 1 Dog&lt;br /&gt;Wm. [William Knapp] Parshell [Parshall]: 1 Waggons, 1 Soul, 4 Oxen, 2 Cows&lt;br /&gt;Total: 15 Waggons, 49 Souls, 63 Oxen, 28 Cows, 4 Pigs, 12 Chickens, 3 Cats, 2 Dogs, 2 Doves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosel Hydes Division of Ten&lt;br /&gt;Rosel Hyde: 1 Waggons, 5 Souls, 4 Oxen, 4 Cows, 6 Chickens, 4 Cats, 1 Dog&lt;br /&gt;Wm. [William] Hyde: 2 Waggons, 8 Souls, 6 Oxen, 2 Cows, 5 Chickens&lt;br /&gt;Joseph [Walker] [blank space]: 2 Waggons, 8 Souls, 6 Oxen, 4 Cows&lt;br /&gt;Elias [Hicks] Blackburn: 1 Waggons, 3 Souls, 4 Oxen, 2 Cows, 4 Chickens&lt;br /&gt;Wm. [William] Lewis: 1 Waggon, 1 Soul, 4 Oxen&lt;br /&gt;Enoch [Marvin] King: 2 Waggons, 5 Souls, 3 Oxen, 4 Cows, 1 Pig&lt;br /&gt;Jenst Peters: 2 Waggons, 3 Souls, 6 Oxen, 2 Cows&lt;br /&gt;E[phriam]. Tomkins[son]: 1 Waggon, 3 Souls, 7 Cows, 1 Cat&lt;br /&gt;G.W. Robison: 1 Waggon, 2 Souls, 2 Oxen, 3 Cows&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Shannon: 1 Soul, 1 Mule&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Roggars [Rogers] &amp; Amanda M. Roggars [Rogers]: 2 Waggons, 3 Souls, 6 Oxen, 2 Cows, 12 Sheep, 1 Pig, 2 Chickens, 1 Cat, 1 Dog&lt;br /&gt;Eda [Hollister] Roggars [Rogers]: 1 Waggon, 7 Souls, 5 Oxen, 3 Cows, 7 Sheep, 1 Pig, 2 Chickens&lt;br /&gt;Total: 16 Waggons, 49 Souls, 1 Mule, 46 Oxen, 33 Cows, 19 Sheep, 3 Pigs, 19 Chickens, 6 Cats, 2 Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.H. Redfields Davision of Ten&lt;br /&gt;D[avid] H Redfield: 2 Waggons, 5 Souls, 8 Oxen, 3 Cows, 1 L[oose]. Cattle&lt;br /&gt;H[enry Samuel] Alexander: 2 Waggons, 4 Souls, 6 Oxen, 2 Cows, 1 Cat, 1 Dog&lt;br /&gt;T. [Zimri] H[artford]. Bakter [Baxter]: 2 Waggons, 3 Souls, 4 Oxen, 2 Cows, 1 L[oose]. Cattle, 1 Pig, 1 Cat&lt;br /&gt;R[euben]. Miller: 2 Waggons, 9 Souls, 11 Oxen, 5 Cows, 2 Pigs, 1 Cat, 1 Dog&lt;br /&gt;A[rza]. [Matson] Adams: 2 Waggons, 8 Souls, 10 Oxen, 8 Cows, 4 L[oose]. Cattle, 4 Sheep, 2 Pigs, 1 Chicken, 2 Ducks, 1 Cat, 1 Dog, 1 Bee[hive] &lt;br /&gt;James A[gee] Smith: 1 Waggon, 3 Souls, 4 Oxen, 2 Cows, 2 Sheep, 2 Pigs, 1 Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Wm. [William] W[illard] Smith: 2 Waggons; 6 Souls, 8 Oxen, 4 Cows, 4 Sheep, 1 Pig, 3 Chickens&lt;br /&gt;Wm. [William] Young: 1 Waggon, 6 Souls, 4 Oxen, 1 Cow, 15 Sheep, 1 Pig, 3 Chickens, 1 Dog&lt;br /&gt;Willis S[mith]. Young: 1 Waggon, 1 Soul, 4 Oxen, 2 Cows&lt;br /&gt;Total: 15 Waggons, 45 Souls, 59 Oxen, 29 Cows, 6 L[oose]. Cattle, 25 Sheep, 9 Pigs, 8 Chickens, 2 Ducks, 4 Cats, 4 Dogs, 1 Bee[hive]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of the 11th. Very rainy and disagreeable. Nothing wo[r]thy of not[e] occurred during the previous night among us. A man belonging to a Camp of 40 or 50 waggons on the East Side Bound for California, Died with c[h]olera in the evening. The camp Started in the after noon and Camped for the night at the first creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of the 12th Camp under way at 1/2 past seven oclock. And arrived at the Platte river at 1/2 3 o'clock PM Camped for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of the 13th The Camp arose at the Sounding of the horn and found Some of the waggons Standing in the watter nearly to the axle trees. It having rained very hard during the night accompanied with very hard and repeated Shocks of thunder. The Camp on the moove at 11 oclock, A.M. The roads very muddy and bad. Camped at a small Lake or slough--distance about 4 1/2 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of the 14th The Camp Started this morning at 7 1/2 past seven oclock, and travelled about 13 miles and Camped at a point of timber on the banks of the Platte. During the after noon a child belonging to William Smith was injured by the team geting alarmed at a Yoke of bulls. And the wheels of the wagon pressing its head, but we trust not Serious. Also a child belonging to Brother [James] Mendanhall while in the act of jumping out of the wagon was cau[gh]t by the leg under one of the wheels and ingured [injured] Some, but nothing Serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of the 15th Weather fine. Roads bad. The Camp started at 8½ O'Clock. And traviled to Shell Creek distance about 5 miles. The Bridge over the creek very bad and the creek high. It was with dificulty that teams could cross. We crossed over Slowly however and about 6 oclock P.M all were across safe. The camp Stoped for the night on the west Side, grass and water plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of the 16th This is a fine cool morning. Wind South East. Camp under full motion at 8 o'clock, and arrived at L. Lake at 3 1/4 oClock P.M[.] distance about 13 Miles. Having Crossed Some very bad Sloughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning of the 17th This is another fine cool morning. Wind South; threatins rain. Camp ready to Start at 7 1/2 o'clock, And arrived at the Loup fork and timber at 1 O Clock P.M Here we found Plenty of Water, wood, And grass, and Laid Still the remainder of the Sabbath. We had a shower of rain about the time we arrived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning the 18th Camp under full motion at 8 O Clock. The weather fine and cool. A general time of health prevails. Traviled about 12 Miles and Camped for the night near Long Lake. w[h]ere we arrived about 3 1/2 O Clock P.M. Poor place to Camp. Water poor, grass also, Wood Scarce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tusday morning the 19th Camp Starts at 8 1/4 O Clock[.] weather fine[,] Wind west. Nothing new or Strange has transpired among us. Our teams so far stand the journey well. A dog belonging &lt;to&gt; Azra Adams was shot by the guard last night. Camp arrived at Plumb [Plum] Creek at 5 O.Clock P.M having assisted to build A bridge across Beaver River which detained about 2 1/2 hours. Distance of travil this day about 12 1/2 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning the 20th Camp Starts this morning at 8 1/4 O Clock And arrived at the cedar River about 12 O Clock, which we found high and it was with Some dificulty that we Succeeded in fording[.] We all got over Safe however and Camped for the night on the west Side. In the Evening we had a tremendous rain the heavestest [heaviest] we have had since we Started. We arrived here got over about 3 O C P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning the 21st Remained in Camp this day washing and fiting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning 22nd Camp Starts at 8 1/4 O Clock and arrived at the crossing of the Loup fork about 6 O.Clock P.M. where we found the first camp of fifty. They having arrived the day previous and finding the river too high to ford they went into camp and waited our arrival. On the evening of their arrival[,] Brother [Nelson] McCarthy was taken with the c[h]olera and died about 3 OC At morning of the 21st And was buried on a butiful Mound w[h]ere Lay three others. One killed by the Indians, another died with the c[h]olera and the third was drownded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 23rd The river being too high to ford, the Camp Remains at this place. Washing[,] Black smithing and fiting up. The weather very warm and fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning 24th Clear and warm. Both camps called togather at 11 O Clock A.M by the Sounding of the horn. For Public worship &lt;meeting&gt; was opened by Singing a hymn, And prayer by Father Gidian [Gideon] Brownell, President O. Spencer arose and addressed the assembly at Some Length. In a very appropriate and instructive manner, And &lt;closed&gt; by asking the blessing of God upon the camps. Father G. Brownell rose and bore testimony to the truth and force of Prest Spencers remarks. And urged in the strongest manner a Speady reffermation in the treatment of our cattle--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro Wm. [William] Hyde rose and said he was happy to see both camps togather this Morning. And bore testimony to the truth of what had been said. And gives much aditional and usefull instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro Wm. Miller said. He felt that the remarks made were good, usefull, and for the benifit of this people. And he would now offer a prophecy if he could be sustained in it by this people. He Said if his company would unitedly obey the council of Presdint Spencer[,] captain [Samuel] Gully and himself as captain. Not another man should die with the Cholera in his camp. Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benediction by Bror Wm. Hyde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning 25th This Morning threatens rain. Wind East, quite cool. The rive[r] fell a few inches during the previous night. But it is yet too high to ford with safety. The camps remain the same as yesterday[.] The day has been Spent Looking out a ford But none found that the camps can cross in safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Morning 26th Calm and pleasant. Some cloudy. about 1 1/2 O'Clock &lt;P.m.&gt; The two camps commenced fording, and at 7 O.Clock in the Evening all were Over Safe. No accident, no damage done to goods, or property. Some cases of Cholera have appeared in the first Camp of fifty and bore a dangerous aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning 27 Camps Start at 10 1/2 O.Clock A.M and traviled till 6 O.C P.M and camped for the night on the prairia [prairie] among the Sand hills. two antilope were killed to day which is the first game that has been killed since we left, worthy of note. distance of travil about 13 miles[.] no watter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning 28th Camp starts And under full way at 5 O Clock And arrived at Prairia [Prairie] Creek at 10 1/2 O clock A.M. Crossed over and camped for the night. Distance from the Loup Fork 22 3/4 miles. Ambors Kelly [Ambrose Kellogg] of the first camp who had been previously taken with the Chalora [cholera] died at this place at 35 minutes past 11 O clock P.M And was intered on the bank of the Creek close to the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning 29th At 7 1/2 O C, on the way, and arrived at wood River at 3 1/2 O.C. P.M Distance about 12 Miles. Here all hands commenced burning coal to Carry with us. (A shower of rain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 30th The camp remained at this place Burning Coal. Capts Gully and Hyde while hunting for deer and Elk on grand Island found a Stray Ox, which they brought into camp. Weather fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning July 1st 1849 Camp Starts at 8 1/2 O.C. And arrived at the main Platte timber about 4 O.C. P.M. Distance about 14 miles. Moses Haile a member of the first fifty But not a member of the Church, And [incomplete entry]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning 4th Camp remains at this place it is Suposed to be about five miles below fort Childs on the Platt[e] bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Morning Henry Vanderhoof of the first camp, a Calafaunia [California] emigrant from Michigan, Was taken with the Cholara and died about 1/2 past 2 O.C. P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting at 4 1/2 OC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning 5th Captain S[amuel]. Gully was taken yesterday about noon with the Cholara (a very vilent [violent] attact) And he died this morning about 5 O.C, Camp Still remains at this place. Weather fair Wind South.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning 6th Camp on the moove at 7 O.C. And traviled till 4 O.C. P.m and camped on a Low bench of Lond [land] about 1 1/2 miles East of deep Dry creek, and 210 1/2 miles from winter quarters. Roads good. weather fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 7th Threatens rain, having rained during the &lt;night&gt; which makes the roads heavy this morning. Camp Starts at 8 1/2 O.C. And traviled till 4 O.C. P.m. And camped for the night on Elm Creek. Good place to camp. Plenty grass, wood and watter[.] distance from Winter Quarters 221 miles. Weather cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning 8th Camp remains at this place to spend the Sabbath. Meeting at 11 O.C And opened by prayer by President Spencer. A Instructive discourse on the first principles of the Gospel by Captain Hyde Followed by apropriate remarks by Captain Miller and President Spencer. Benediction by counciler [William Farrington or Daniel Stiles] Cahoon. Weather clear and warm wind Southwest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning 9th Camp Starts at 7 O.C and traviled till 6 O.C. P.M and camped for the night on the Platt[e] River (w[h]ere the road joins the river) distance from Winter Quarters 239 1/4 miles. Weather very warm. The warmest of the present season up to this date. Mercury 96. (except yesterday, it was 100.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tusday morning 10th Camp on the moove at ten O.C and traviled till five O.C P.M and camped for the night about two miles east of Willow Lake on the Platt[e] river, about 249 1/2 miles from W[inter]. Quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning the 11 camp Starts at 7 O.C and traviled till 6 O.C - P.M. and camped for the night near the Platt[e], about 5 miles West of Deep Dry Creek. Weather cool Wind S West. This day the first Buffilo were discovered. One killed[.] Distance from W[inter]. Quarters 266 3/4 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning 12th Camp mooves at 7 O.C and traviled till about 2 O.C P.M and camped for the night on the Banks of the Platt[e] w[h]ere the road joins the river near the Sandy Bluffs. Latitude 41 degrees 0' 47". distance from W[inter]. Quarters 278 3/4 Miles. It commenced raining about the time the camp arrived at this place and it rained hard most of the afternoon. Two buffilo were killed to day and brought into camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning 13th Camp remains at this place Hunting[,] washing and fiting up &amp;c. Five buffilo were killed to day four of which were brought into camp. Weather fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 14th Camp Starts at 8 O.C and traviled till 5 O.C P.M. and camped for the night at the Cold Springs at the foot of the bluffs, at the head of the Pawnee Swamps[.] distance from W[inter] Quarters 293 miles. Weather good Roads bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning the 15th Camp remains at this place to spend the Sabbath. Meeting of both camps at 12 O.C. The Subject and propriety of apointing a captain of 100, to fill the place of Samuel Gully, dicieced [deceased], was discussed by the Meeting. And President O. Spencer was apointed to act as Captain of 100 or both fifties. Weather fair. and warm. One buffilo killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning 16th Camp Starts at 8 O.C k and traviled till 6 1/2 O.C. - P.M and camped for the night at deep wide Creek 308 1/2 miles from Winter Quarters. Roads very bad and Weather very warm. Mercury 92digrees. In the evening it commenced raining and rained very hard during the night. One Buffilo killed But not brought into camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Morning 17th Camp Started at 11 1/2 O.C and traviled till 6 O. P and camped for the night w[h]ere R and R roads join the river[.] Distance from W[inter] Quarters 313 3/4 miles. Roads very bad, and allmost Impasable. By doubling and thribling [tripling] teames we Succeeded in reaching this point. Weather good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning 18 About Sunrise this morning a Buffilo was discovered close to camp and with the herd, which was killed and dressed. Camp Starts at 8 O.C and traviled unto 6 1/4 O.C and camped for the night at 2nd Sandy Bluffs, East foot. Distance from Winter Quarters 330 3/4 m[.] Roads in places good. Weather fine[.] Large herds of Buffilo in sight nearly all day. One Buffalo cow killed to day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning 19th Camp Starts at 8 1/2 O.C and traviled till 5 1/2 O.C - P.M and camped for the night at Shoal Stream 348 3/4 miles from W[inter]. Quarters. A fine cool day But few Buffilo seen to day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning 20th Camp on the moove at 8 O.C and traviled till Crooked Creek[.] here Azra [Arza Matson] Adams in crossing over his team Broke a king Bolt which detained Captain [David H.] Readfield's [Redfield] ten the remainder of the day. and they camped here for the night. The remainder of the camp went on about three Miles and camped for the night near camp creek. A waggon Loaded with merchandise was over Set but no Serious damage done. Weather very cool, roads good, health good, Watter and grass exelant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning July 21 The ten Left behind at Crooked Creek came up to the main camp about 8 1/2 O.C at which time all mooved off and traviled till about one Mile East of Watch Creek on the banks of the Platt[e]. Here captain Readfield's ten stoped and camped. The remainder of the camp Went on and camped for the night about one mile East of the Lone tree. 377 miles from W[inter]. Quarters. Roads good. Weather cool. some cloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning 22nd Captain Readfields ten Mooved up and joined the main camp about 12 O.C at their incampment. Remained here to Spend the Sabbath. Some time in the forenoon the first fifty passed our incampment. we having Left them on Tusday. They manifested some dissatisfaction on Account of it. Captain Hyde came back this morning to where captain Readfields ten were incamped And found Some fa[u]lt because they had not come up thought they could have done as well as not. But Manifested a calm and a mild Spirit. Captain Miller in Passing our camp told Some of the brethren that Captain Hyde had forfe[i]ted his word to him and he should have nothing more to do with him. Some Rain during the night[.] Roads not So good as yesterday. Weather warm. Wind South. Some Buffilo in this region. two killed But the Indians prevented our getting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning 23rd Camp Mooves off this morning at 7 1/2 O.C and traviled till 5 O.C - P.M and camped for the night Midway between the two dry creeks[.] Weather cool. Roads fine and dry. Good health in the camp. No Buffilo in this rigion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tusday morning 24th Camp Starts at 7 O.C and traviled uninterrupted till 5 O.C P.M and camped for the night a[t] the Small Lake South Side of the road[.] 410 1/2 miles from W[inter]. Quarters. Roads good. Weather very warm. Temperature 94 Digrees .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning 25 Camp Starts at 7 1/2 O.C and traveled till 5 1/4 O.C P.M and camped for the night w[h]ere R And R the road joins the river. Distance from W[inter]. Quarters 426 Miles. Roads Dry, But Sandy[.] Weather quite cool. Wind North&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning 26th Commenced raining this morning about 5 1/2 O.C and continued till about 9 O.C--At the Sounding of the horn the herd was brought in. And at 12 O.C�the camp Started and traviled till 6 O.C &amp; P.M and camped for the night[.] At west foot of Low Sandy Bluffs Distance from W[inter]. Quarters 4 Miles. Roads mudy. Weather quite cool. Wind North. On our way this afternoon a Buffilo was killed close to our waggons. And Dressed and taken into camp. First fifty still in advance.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning 27th Camp Starts at 8 oO.C and traviled till 6 1/4 O.C P.M and camped for the night about five miles west of Chimney Rock on the banks of the Platt[e], having turned off from the road about 1 1/2 Miles. Weather warm. roads bad in places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 28th Camp remains at this place to day. Captain Hyde being quite Sick, And the Sisters wishing to wash, And Some Smithing to be done[.] The Cattle also nead rest. The day is very warm. This is an old camping place of the Natives and is a b[ea]utiful place. Health of camp generally good. Grass plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning 29th While in Camp at this place the River being Examined and a Suitable place found to ford[.] The Camp commenced fording about 7 1/2 O.C. And by 3 O.C P.M all were on the South Side Safe. with the Exception of the [illegible] of a reach or two and some other light injurys. Camp for the night at this place, it being about opposite our former incampment. The first fifty about 1 1/2 days in advance. Weather very cool. Wind high from the North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning 30th Camp Started at 7 O.C and traviled till 5 1/2 O.C--P.M and camped for the night in Scotts Bluffs. Distance of travil about 20 Miles[.] At this place we found from 500 to 1000 Indians 9Soug) [Sioux] with a great number of poneys. During the travil of to day some of the men in camp took up 21 head of Oxen and brought them on to this place. When we arrived here the[y] were all claimed by some French traders Located at this point And about to build a Large Trading Establishment[.] A heavey frost this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tusday morning 31sts In turning out the herd Last Evening Some Mismanagement on the part of the herdsmen was a principle cause of about 40 head of our cattle straying off from the main herd and were not found untill 9 1/2 O.C this morning. About the Same time the troops from fort Laramie Arrived here to a[d]just or settle some Inguries [injuries] done to the w[h]ites by the Soug [Sioux] Indians, in the killing of a [w]hite man. The Indians alidge or justify themselves in some measure for the act because the w[h]ites brought the cholora [cholera]among them. They are Some hostile on this acount. It is suposed that about 600 have died with this decease [disease]. Camp Starts at 10 O.C and traviled till 5 1/2 O.C P.M and camped for the night on horse creek[.] Distance about 14 miles. Some frost Last night. Roads very good[.] Weather fine. health good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning August 1st The Laramie troops camped close by us Last night on their return to the fort. A fine morning with a Light frost. Camp Starts at 7 1/2 O.C and traviled till 4 1/2 O.C--P.M and camped for the night about 20 miles East of fort Laramie[.] Weather good. Health good. Roads good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning 2nd Camp Starts at 8 O.C and traviled till within five Miles of the Fort and camped for the night close [to] the Platt[e]. Captain Hyde and others went on to the fort. Brother Young had a Son born last night. Captain Hyde returned to camp in the Evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning 3rd Camp Starts at 8 O.C and traviled till about 3 O.C P.M. and Camped for the night about 5 Miles West of fort Laramie. having Passed the fort about 12 1/2 O.C[.] At this place of Incamp[m]ent we cau[gh]t up with the first camp of fifty. the[y] were camped to remain till monday, to smith and recruit. A short time of dancing in the evening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 4th Camp remains at this place. A Short time of danceing in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning 5th Camp Still remains at this place. Meeting at 2 O.C P.M President [Orson] Spencer addressed the assembly at Some Length. and with great clearness. A number of Persons from the fort were in attindance. Bro Hyde added some apropriate remarks. Camp starts about 10 O.C and traviled 'till&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning 6th Camp starts about 10 O.C and and traviled about 8 miles and camped for the night near the Platt[e] River. Weather warm and dry. Grass very poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tusday Morning 7th Camp on the moove at 8 O.C and traviled till 9 O.C P.M and camped for the night on the Platte river on the P Bottom[.] Distance of travel about 20 miles. Both fifties (Save one Ten) camped at this place. Camps [have] some trouble to Seperate the herds as the first fifty intended to remain here for day to wait the arrival of the other ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning 8th Camp Starts at 11 O.C and traviled about 5 Miles and camped for the night at a creek &lt;called Horn Creek.&gt; Plenty of grass, wood, and watter. As soon as we arrived here we commenced setting tyre and doing other Smithing[.] An ox was lost here having Strayed from the herd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning 9th Camp Starts-or two tens, about 9 1/2 O.C And the other two tens about 11 1/2 O.C and travelled till 5 O.C P.M and camped for the night on the Platte Bottom close [to]the river. Here we had to repair a pair of hounds. Weather cool roads good. A Sick Ox was left here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning 10th Camp Starts at 8 1/2 O.C and traviled till 6 O.C P.M and camped for the night on La Bonte River 582 3/4 miles from Winter Quarters. At this place we overtook the 2 tens which Left us at horse creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 11th Camp Starts at 8 1/2 O.C and traviled till 6 O.C--P.M and camped for the night on A La Prele River[.] distance from W[inter]. Quarters 602[.] About two Miles before we arrived at this place we Met Bro A[lmon]. W[hiting]. Babbett [Babbitt] and three others With the Mail from the Vally, who give us cheering news from that Quarter. Feed for cattle very scarce. Weather fine Roads Dry and broken. Good health in the camp. Bro [Zimri Hartford] Baxter Stopped back 2 miles on account of the health of his wife [Eunice Abigale Seavy Baxter]. She not being able to travel any farther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning 12th Camp Starts at 11 O.C and traviled to the Fourche Boise River[.] Distance from Winter Quarte[r]s 610 3/4 Miles. A heavy shower of rian [rain] accompanied by a Severe wind passed on the north tuching us Litely. The Platt[e] on the rise by its effect. Weather cool. Roads rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning 13th Camp Starts at 8 1/2 O.C and camped for the night about 6 O.C P.M on the Banks of the Platte Near the Sudden bend in the road. (1 Mile East) Cattle much fatigued and worn out on account of feed. One ten back about one Mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tusday th Camp Starts at 8 1/4 O.C and traviled in three divisions Captains [Rosel] Hyde and [Orson Bennett] Adams with their respective tens in the advance. They camped about 5 miles East of the upper Ford on the Platt[e]. Finding plenty of feed[.] Captain [David H.] Redfield, with his ten Camped [illegible] miles east of Mud[d]y Creek in a bend of the Platt[e]. good grass and Plenty. Captain [Daniel] Collett still in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning 15th Captain Readfield [Redfield] with his ten Started at 7 O.C and traviled till 2 O.C P.M And found the two tens in advance Camped 3 Miles East of the Upper Platt[e] ford in a bend of the river. Good grass and plenty. Captain Collett Still in the rear. Weather Cool with high winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning 16th Camp remains at this place recroating, smithing &amp;c. Captain Collett still in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning 17th Camp remained at this place[.] Captain Collett arrived about 1 O.C P.M all well. having stoped to recrute, having found feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 18th Camp Leaves this place at 11 O.C and camped for the night about 2 miles west of the upper ford of the Platt[e] on the banks of the Same--The first fifty arrived at our former place of incampment. One Buffilo killed, wind high, weather cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning 19th The herd was brought in at an early hour preparatory for a start. But Soon finding that 10 or 15 head were gone as well as a number of Mules[.] we were detained till 12 O.C at which time the camp Started having found the lost portion of the herd and Mules[.] Camped for the night at Mineral Spring[s] and Lake[.] Distance from W[inter] Quarters 661 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning the 20th Camp Starts at 7 1/2 O.C and traviled till 6 O.C--P.M and camped for the night at Bad Slough 681 1/2 miles from W[inter]. Quar[ters.] Roads good. Weather warm in day time. but cool at night. The first fifty still in the rear Captain Collett with his ten 3 miles in the advance. all well. Good feeling and Spirit prevails in camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tusday Morning 21st Camp Starts on at 10 O.C being some detained on account of the Scattered condition of the herd[.] camped for the night at 6 O.C P.M. and the banks of the Sweet watter river, about two Miles East of Independence. Independence Rock is 698 3/4 miles from W[inter]. Quarters Rock. One waggon wheel broke. A bear, and A Buffalo killed. Roads very heavy Sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning 22nd Camp on the moove at 9 O.C and went as far as Devils Gate. Distance from W[inter]. Quarters 704 &lt;miles.&gt; Camped for the night. Roads Sandy. Weather cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning 23rd Camp remains at this place. smithing, and to wait the arrival of the first fifty still in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning 24th Camp starts at 12 O.C. About the same time Bro Hyde received few lines from Bro Spencer requesting him to tarry until the first fifty came up. Camped mooved up the river about 2 1/2 miles And camped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 25th Camp remains at the place waiting the arrival of the first fifty 2 1/2 Miles East. Weather fine Grass good. no deaths among the cattle yet[.] The first fifty came up about 12 O.C and camped close by us. A general time of health prevails in both camps. Some of the teams much fatigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning 26th Captains Readfield [Redfield] and Collett with their tens Started about 10 O.C[.] The first fifty in the advance And traviled the North road Leading up the river And camped for the night about three miles East of high gravelly Bluffs. Capt [Rosel] Hyde with the other two tens remained at their place of incampment on account of sickness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning 29th This is a cold and stormy Morning having Rained and Snowed most of the night. Snows fast this morning. The tops of the mountains on the right and Left capped with snow. The earth covered. On account of the scattered condition of the herd the camp did not Start till 1 O.C P.M. It having cleared off and is a fine warm afternoon about 7 miles from our place of incampment. A child [James Marion Young] about 3 years old belonging to Bro [William] Young While in the act of taking it out of the waggon, was let fall and both wagon wheels passed over its boddy [body]. It died in about eight hours. Camp arrived at the ford of the Sweet watter No 5 before ten O.C P.M The first &lt;fifty&gt; in the rear. Captain Hyde and the other two tens also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning 30th Camp Started at 1/2 past 12 O.C P.M and traveled till 1/4 before six O.C P.M and camped for the night on the S[weet] Watter Bottom w[h]ere the road Leaves the river[.] Distance from W[inter]. Quarters 769 1/2 Miles. The child which was killed was buiried at this place. Captain Hyde Still in the rear. Weather fine, some cool, Roads not so good as yesterday. as very heavy frost this morning[.] One Stray ox found to day. A general time of health in the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning 31st Camp Starts about 9 O.C and traviled till the branch of the Sweet Water[.] Distance from W[inter] Quarters, 782 3/4 miles. At this place Capt [Orson Bennett] Adams ten overtook us. Capt [Rosel] Hyde and the first fifty about 8 miles in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 1st of Sept: Camp Starts at 10 O.C and camped for night at the Last crossing of the S[weet]. Water Distance from W[inter]. Quarters 789 3/4 miles. Wind high. Weather cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning 2nd About 10 O.C Captain Hyde came up with the other ten which we left on the S[weet]. Water near Devils gate. and about 1 O.C the whole camp started and camped for the night on the S[weet]. Water at the twin Mountains[.] Distance from W[inter]. Qua[rters] 796 3/4 miles[.] Captain &lt;Hydes&gt; camp lost two head of Oxen while in camp at devil's gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning 3rd Camp starts at 9 O.C and camped for the night about 2 miles West of the crossing of the pacific creek. At this crossing a waggon was over set. At this place of incampment we found plenty of Alkali And it was considered dangerous to Stop Long. two head of Oxen died at this place in a few hours after our arrival[.] A portion of the first fifty in &lt;near by&gt; camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Morning 4th Camp starts at a very early hour on acount of the Alkali and the great distance of travel to reach a place of incampment[.] At 1/2 past 3 O.C A.M. and camped for the [night] at Little Sandy[.] Distance from W[inter]. Quarters 826 3/4 miles. A portion of the first fifty in camp close by. Camp reached this place at 2 O.C P.M.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning 5th Camp mooved on and camped for the night on Big Sandy. Distance from W[inter]. Quarters 835 miles[.] Roads good. Weather fine grass Poor. good health in camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning 6th In collecting the herd this morning one ox was found dead another missing which detained Capt Readfield's [Redfields] Ten some time[.] The main camp started at 1/4 before 10 O.C and camped for the night on Big Sandy[.] Distance from W[inter]. Quarters 852 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning 7th Camp Mooved on as far as Green River[.] One ox died during the day. Camped for the night on the West side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 8th Camp remains at this place about 12 O.C[.] A train of wagons and oxen from the Valley met our camp to assist the immigration, bringing good news from the vally. The[y] camped for the night near by. The first fifty, or a portion of it came up about the Same time, And camped for the night about three miles down the river. One ox died during last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning 9th Some of our camp leave to go ahead to the vally. Camp Starts at 12 O.C and camped for the night on Green River w[h]ere the road le[a]ves the River[.] Distance from Winter Quarters 867 miles. The first fifty about three miles in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning 10th Camp Starts at 1/4 past 10 O.C and camped for the night on Blacks Fork[.] Distance from W[inter]. Quarters 882 1/2 miles. Weather fine. A good place to fish. one ox was left this morning to die And a heifer died on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning 11th Camp starts at 1/2 past 11 O.C, and camped for the night near Small creek on Blacks Fork. Distance from W[inter]. Quar[ters] 898 miles. Roads very good[.] one ox left to die this morning[.] Weather fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning 12th Camp Starts at 1/2 past 9 O.C and camped for the night on Blacks Fork (Stream) at a bend. Distance from W[inter]. Quarters 909 1/4 m[iles]. Weather fine. Good health in camp. The first Fifty in the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning 13th Camp Starts at Ten O.C, and traveled till 1/2 past 2 O.C P.M. and camped for the night at Fort Bridger. Roads good. The first fifty came up and camped near by us. One ox Left not being able to travil. Distance from Winter Quarters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning 14th Camp assembled the herd to Start. And found one ox dead. and Some others missing, which detained Captain Readfields [Redfield's] Ten So that they did not Start, But remained in camp near the fort. The remainder of the camp in company with captain [Rosel] Hyde went on, the first fifty in advance. Our camp having found near the Last crossing of the Platt[e] 15 head of Oxen some of which were marked U.S. At this place of incampment the[y] were demanded by some of the officers of the Government train and given up. The information that our camp had their cattle was given these men by a member of our camp. Enoch [Marvin] King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 15th Captain Readfields [Redfield's] ten Started at 1/2 past 10 O.C and camped for the night on a Small creek about 2 miles east of Mud[d]y fork. at this place the remainder of our camp camped for the night, the night previous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning 16th our Little camp consisting of Readfields [Redfield's] ten Started at 1/4 passed 10 O.C and camped for the night on the top of the summit about 7 miles East of Bear River. Some of the first fifty in camp when our camp came up. Bro Caminel and three others with the mail camped with us. We had a meeting in the evening[.] Captain Hyde still in the advance with the remainder of our Camp. Roads fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning 27 [17]th Our camp Started at 1/2 past 9 O.C and camped for the night on Bear River 950 1/4 miles from W[inter]. Quarters. One ox left to day, haven given out. Capt Hyde still in advance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Morning 18th Camp Started this morning at 10 O.C and camped for the night at Cold Springs on the right of the road 967 miles from W[inter]. Quarters. Weather fine[.] good health in camp. Capt Hyde Still in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Morning 19th Camp Started at 1/2 past 9 O.C and camped for the night on Elko Creek about 12 miles down. Roads bad. Weather fine, cold nights, hard frost. Capt Hyde Still in the advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Morning 20th Camp Started at 1/2 past 9 O.C and camped for the night on Small Creek where the bridge has been[.] 994 1/4 m[iles] from W[inter] Quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Morning 21st Camp started at 10 O.C and camped for the night on Kanyon [Canyon] Creek about 1/2 the way up. Grass Poor. Captain &lt;Hyde&gt; and the Three tens Still ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Morning 22nd Camp Started 1/2 past 11 O.C being detained Looking for a Stray ox, But did not Succeed in finding him. One ten of the first fifty camped 1/2 mile in the rear. A Second ox Strayed by the way coming through the Kanyon [canyon] in the thick Brush, and was Left[.] camped for the night 1/2 way up the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Morning 23rd Camp Started about 10 O.C. being detained repairing a waggon, And camped for the night near w[h]ere the road Leaves Browns Creek in Lost Kanyon [Canyon].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Morning the 24th Camp Started at Ten O.C and traveled down the Kanyon, and camped for the night in the vally of the great Salt Lake near the mouth of the Kanyon. All the other portion of the camp arrived in the vally the day previous[.] Our Little camp consisting of 5 waggons Started about 9 and arrived at the City about 1/2 past 11 Ocloc half past Eleven o'clock, SEPTEMBER 24th, 1849.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Miller, Reuben, to Brigham Young, 8 Sept. 1849, in Brigham Young, Office Files 1832-1878, reel 31, box 21, fd. 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Green River Camp of Israel September 8th 1849&lt;br /&gt;D. Brother Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In health and in good Spirits I imbrace this opportunity of saying a word to you. I Started for your place with my family in the Second fifty of Gullys company. As well fitted And with as much team as I thought was ne[ce]ssary to bring me to you. I left all the mony I could Spare with my brethren. and borrowed some to pay my ferage across the Missouri River. On the way I was compeled to purchus a Yoak of oxen from a calafornian to Strengthen my teams. I borrowed fifty dollars of church funds from President C Spencer with the express understanding that I Should refund it to him within ten days after my arrival in the Vally. If you will &lt;or the church will&gt; on the arrival of Bro Spencer release me from him I will be responcible to you or the &lt;church&gt; and all things will be Sattisfactory to you in due time. I have the honor to Subscribe myself your friend and brother in the hope of eternal Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Miller, Reuben, to Brigham Young, 9 Sept. 1849, in Brigham Young, Office Files 1832-1878, reel 31, box 21, fd. 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Green River Second division of Israel Camp&lt;br /&gt;September 9th 1849&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To President Brigham Young Heber Kimball, And Willard Richards, And the Saints in general in the Vally of the Salt Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Brethren. We gladly imbrace the present oppertunity of informing you that we c[r]ossed the Missouri river on the 6th And left the horn on the 12th of June, destined for your place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were organized by President George A Smith into A company of one hundred With two divisions of fifties Samuel Gully captain. Including a few california emigrants both camps number 124 waggons. The first division of fifty is under Captain William Miller. The Second under Captain William Hyde. Brother C [Orson] Spencer is president. With Councilers Bro Gidian [Gideon] Brownell And Bro [William Farrington] Cahoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have every reason and do feel truely thankfull to God our heavenly father for his extended hand of Mercey to us as a people. Allthough it is true the distroyer prevailed to Some extent in our camp And constrained us to lay by the way three of our brethren. And 2 calafornia [California] Emigrants. We Yet live. And enjoy health and Strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the peacefull and good Spirit is resting upon our camp. With &lt;no&gt; gloomy prospects before us we pursue Our journey. And resting upon the arm of Jehovah for protection and diliverance. We have assurance that the way will be opened before us. And that we Shall in due time arive at our place of destination.--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owing to the excesive and often repeated rains which rendered the roads allmost impassable. We were constrained to travile very Slow in order to keep up the Strength of Our teams. And from the time that we left the horn untill we arrived at Elm Crek 221 Miles from Winter Quarters Including all Stopages and days laid by. Our average Speed of travil per each day was 7 1/2 Miles. Sin[c]e then the roads have been better and we have got along much faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the death of Bro [Samuel] Gully. The two Camps met together and apointed President C. [Orson] Spencer Captain to fill the vacancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a Statistic of Captain William Hydes Company as taken on the North Side of the Loup fork June 26th. Souls 190[,] Waggons 64[,] Horses 3[,] Mules 10[,] Oxen 255[,] Cows 120—L.[,] Cattle 8[,] Sheep 64[,] Pigs 17[,] Chickens 39[,] Ducks 2[,] Geese 2[,] cats 13[,] Dogs 11[,] Doves 7[,] Bees 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it would not be a miss to give the Statistic of Captain William Millers Company of Israel Camp. The following imbraces all in our possession. Souls 174[,] Waggons 60[,] Horses 7[,] Oxen 258[,] Cows 104[,] Sheep 38[,] Pigs 14[,] Chickens 23[,] Cats 12[,] Dogs 14 L.[,] Cattle 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following embraces the names of the heads of families in the Second division of fifty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Barry. Daniel Allen. Samuel Gully. Hyrum Judd[.] Charles Daulton [Dalton]. O[rson]. B[ennett]. Adams. Wm Vandike. Daniel Collett. Edward Philips. William Smith. Thomas Atkins[.] William Thompson. John Collins [Coulam]. Lewis Hardy. James Mendenhall. William Parshell. Rosel Hyde. William Hyde. Elias Blackburn. Joseph--[blank space], William Lewis[.] Enock [Enoch] King. Jennet [Jenst] Peters. E. Thomkinson [Ephriam Tomkinson]. G.W. Robison[.] Andrew Shannon. Sarah Roggars [Rogers] &amp; Amanda M. Roggars [Rogers]. D[avid].H. Readfield [Redfield]. H[enry]. Alexander. Zinnia [Zimri] H Baxter. Reuben Miller. A[rza] Adams. James A Smith[.] Wm W Smith[.] William Young. And the Bloggett family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Company from the Vally met our camp at this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours in behalf of the second division of Israel Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reuben Miller Clerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Phillips, Edward, Autobiographical sketch, in Mormon biographical sketches collection [ca. 1900-1975], reel 10, box 13, fd. 2, item 9, 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Leaving there in the spring of 49 with Capt. Gulley's company. William Hyde was Captain of our fifty. We traveled until we arrived at Grand Island. Capt. Gulley was taken sick and died there. Daniel Collett and myself washed him and dressed him and laid him away. We then appointed Orson Spencer as Captain of our hundred for the remainder of the journey. The cholera was very troublesome on the road, it being the year of the California gold crase [craze]. A great many of the emigrants died of cholera. It also got among the Indians and made them very angry with the whites for crossing their country. A great many of them were camped at Scotch Bluffs and were threatened to wa[i]t with the emigrants. When we arrived at Scotch Bluffs, soldiers were called for at Fort Laramie to come and meet us which they did and guarded us through in safety. We traveled the balance of the way in safety to the Salt Lake Valley in October of 1849&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Smith, George A. and Ezra T. Benson, [Letter to Orson Hyde, 5 Aug. 1849], Frontier Guardian, 19 Sept. 1849, 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Camp of Israel, near Fort Childs, 208 miles from Winter Quarters,&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Aug. 5, 1849.&lt;br /&gt;BR. O. HYDE [ORSON HYDE]: While the bright and glorious luminary of day is mounting up from his Eastern temple, and the camps of Israel is carreled on the open prairie, with the canopy of Heaven for their coverings, (except their canvass,) and the herdsman is guarding the cattle with their rifle in hand, and the camps are busy in doing the duty devolving upon them by our request, our clerk has seated himself to write a hasty sketch to you, for the Guardian, and to all others whom it may concern. We received with joy the letters you sent us by Capt. Cane on the morning of the 2d inst., and we wish you to embrace every opportunity, in doing the like, and we will cheerfully return the compliment, we have had no serious accidents in our camps—all have enjoyed tolerable good health with one or two exceptions-we have met with no losses of cattle, indeed in everything, we have been blessed for which we feel to raise our prayers and hearts of thanksgiven and gratitude to our Father in Heaven, surely the angel of mercy has gone before us, and round about the camp of Israel. We have had two or three stampedes, before we adopted the plan of chaining and tieing up our cattle, since then, none in our camp has occurred, but our cattle rest in peace and quietness. We carrel our loose cattle, horses, and sheep, inside, and our oxen outside, which we think the safest plan, in case of fright, or stampede, and we find it answers well, and we recommend to every company coming to adopt the same plan, tie up, and to the Merchants in Kanesville to keep on hand a good supply of ropes, of good quality and strength for the purpose, and let none come without a supply sufficient for their cattle. In Capt. Richards [Silas Richards] company a stampede took place last Sabbath evening, but not serious, and without loss, they carreled. His company we expect is at Elm Creek thirteen miles ahead of us, on our journey thus far we have passed seven graves, some of gold diggers, others of the Saints, all but one (an infant) died of cholera, as the head-boards inform us. Among others we see the name of A. Kellogg at Prairie Creek, one hundred and fifty-seven miles from Winter Quarters, died of cholera 23d of June last. Also Samuel Gully, Capt. of 100; in Br. O. Spencers [Orson Spencer's] Company of Saints, lies one hundred &amp; eighty-five miles from Winter Quarters, in the open prairie, his grave neatly turfed over, died of cholera July 5th, 1849, aged thirty-nine years. Along side of his lies another, Henry Vanerhoof [Henry Vanderhoof], of the same Company, bound for California gold regions, died of cholera July 4th, so you perceive the destroyer is on those vast Plains as well as in the cities and towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a note from Capt. Allen Taylor, left on the grave of a gold digger, a few days ago, informing us, that his company had found a few miles below the Fort, fifty-one head of oxen and steers and four cows, and from some men that has been from the camp to the Fort we further learn this morning, that between the Fort, and where they found the first cattle, they, found some fifty head more. The company stopped opposite the Fort, sent over for the officers, to come and see if the cattle belonged to them, ie. The Government, the officers said they did not, and they proceeded on with them. In the note Capt. Taylor wishes "we had a few yoke of them to help us" we have accordingly sent on Capt. Patton with three on four others to get a few yoke, as our wagons are heavily laden, with Church property, &amp;c., and the roads has been very heavy, muddy, and miry, rendered so by the incessant rains we have had on the Plains. Yesterday morning we experienced a very heavy shower of thunder, lightning, wind and rain, mingled with hail, some was supposed to be one and a half inches in diameter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Richards Company discerned a new ford across the Loup Fork, about 6 3/4 miles below the upper ford, opposite to an old Pawnee Village. The ford is a good one, we think, far superior to either of the others, we crossed upwards of one hundred wagons in a little over half a day, together with our cattle, sheep, &amp;c., laboring under the disadvantage of a high wind, all safe,—a good place for camping on the opposite side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we wrote you concerning our organization at the Elk Horn, we have had a reorganization at the Platte Liberty Pole, which we deemed advisable. The rules of the Camps are the same as those adopted by Prest. Young's Company last year. The camps are denominated G. A. Smiths' including the Welch Company, and E. T. Benson's, including the Norwegian Company. It was thought proper to divide thus on account of numbers, and so separate the camps, but keep close to each other. The others are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;Isaac Clarke, President of both Camps. &lt;br /&gt;In G. A. Smiths' Company&lt;br /&gt;W. I. Appleby [William I. Appleby],  }&lt;br /&gt;Wm. Draper [William Draper], } Counsellors&lt;br /&gt;Elisha Everetts, Captain of 100. &lt;br /&gt;William Patten, Captain of 50. &lt;br /&gt;Asael Thorn, Captain of the guard. &lt;br /&gt;Capt. Dan. Jones, Marshal. &lt;br /&gt;Thomas Jeremy,  }&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Daniels,  }&lt;br /&gt;Lysander Gee,  }&lt;br /&gt;Gashum C. Case,  }&lt;br /&gt;Miram Tanner [Myron Tanner. } Captains of tens. &lt;br /&gt;Cable Tary [Caleb Parry], Clerk. &lt;br /&gt;In E. T. Bensons [Ezra T. Benson's] Company. &lt;br /&gt;Charles Hopkins, Captain of 50. &lt;br /&gt;Samuel Malin, Captain of the guard. &lt;br /&gt;James Cragin, Marshal. &lt;br /&gt;Azael T. Talcott [Asael G. Talcott], }&lt;br /&gt;Elisha Wilcox,  }&lt;br /&gt;Sherman Glibert,  }&lt;br /&gt;Christian Hyer,  }&lt;br /&gt;Henry Boley,  } Captains of tens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. I. Appleby [William I. Appleby], General Clerk of both Camps and Journalist.&lt;br /&gt;The reason why we are anxious for all companies coming this way to tie up there cattle, is because of loss and danger. Indeed, there are but few that can comprehend the terrors of a stampede, picture to yourselves, there or four hundred head of frightened oxen, steers, cows, &amp;c., running, bellowing, roaring, foaming, mad and furious, then ground shaking beneath their feet like an earthquake, chains rattling, yokes cracking, horns flying, and the cry of the guard, "every man in camp turn out." Horses mounted, and in the darkness of the night, through high grass, sloughs, mud and mire, pursue the bellowing and furious herd, leaving the women and children frightened with a few guards with rifles to guard the camp. After an hour or two perhaps, the cattle will begin to get weary and quieted, and if luck and good fortune attends, the horsemen will head them and drive them back to camp, except those that sometimes swim the rivers, &amp;c. The terrors of a stampede are not soon forgotten, with good chains and ropes to tie up will prevent all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We close by saying, may peace and the blessings of Heaven attend you all, and let your prayers ascend to Heavens' throne for our welfare, and not only us but all the camps. Send us on some newspapers whenever you can, and other intelligence. May we meet again in the Valley of the Mountains of Joseph, is the prayers of,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Brethren in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;GEO. A. SMITH. [GEORGE A. SMITH]&lt;br /&gt;EZRA T. BENSON.&lt;br /&gt;W. I. APPLEBY [WILLIAM I. APPLEBY], CLERK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, Eliza Ann Sprague, Autobiographical sketch, in Genealogical Charts and Biographical Sketches of Members of the L.D.S. Church, Ogden Stake, 26 vols., 4:82.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Trail Excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;after ariving at council bluffes [bluffs] my Father [Richard] Enlisted in the Mormon Batallion[.] he was absent about two years and a half[.] he returned home in the fall[.] the folowing spring we started on our long journey to cross the great desert of a thousand miles in captin Clarks company&lt;br /&gt;i doe not think that i rode to exceed five Miles on the whole journey[.] i had to walk and drive stock and wade the most of the Streams and get across the best i could[.] when the water was to deep i would have to cleave to some annimals tail that would land me safe on the other side of the stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to be brief we arived in Salt Lake Valley late in the fall of 1849—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHRONOLOGICAL COMPANY LIST&lt;br /&gt;(Click on a name below for more information about that company.)&lt;br /&gt;1847 Departure&lt;br /&gt;Brigham Young Pioneer Company 14 April 1847&lt;br /&gt;Mormon Battalion Sick Detachments 24 May 1847&lt;br /&gt;Edward Hunter - Joseph Horne Company 17 June 1847&lt;br /&gt;Abraham O. Smoot - Samuel Russell Company 17 June 1847&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Spencer/Ira Eldredge Company 17 June 1847&lt;br /&gt;Abraham O. Smoot - George B. Wallace Company 18 June 1847&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Spencer/Perrigrine Sessions Company 18 June 1847&lt;br /&gt;Jedediah M. Grant - Joseph B. Noble Company 19 June 1847&lt;br /&gt;Jedediah M. Grant - Willard Snow Company 19 June 1847&lt;br /&gt;Edward Hunter - Jacob Foutz Company 19 June 1847&lt;br /&gt;Charles C. Rich Company 21 June 1847&lt;br /&gt;Horace M. Alexander Company 24 July 1847&lt;br /&gt;Levi W. Hancock/Jefferson Hunt/James Pace/Andrew Lytle Company 25-26 August 1847&lt;br /&gt;Mississippi Company unknown&lt;br /&gt;Unidentified Companies unknown&lt;br /&gt;1848 Departure&lt;br /&gt;Henry G. Boyle Company 21 March 1848&lt;br /&gt;Brigham Young Company 5 June 1848&lt;br /&gt;Heber C. Kimball Company 7 June 1848&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan H. Holmes/Samuel Thompson Company 2 July 1848&lt;br /&gt;Willard Richards Company 3 July 1848&lt;br /&gt;Ebenezer Brown Company 12 August 1848&lt;br /&gt;Unidentified Companies unknown&lt;br /&gt;1849 Departure&lt;br /&gt;John W. Hess Company 15 April 1849&lt;br /&gt;Howard Egan Company 18 April 1849&lt;br /&gt;Almon W. Babbitt Company 24 May 1849&lt;br /&gt;Allen Taylor Company 5-6 July 1849&lt;br /&gt;Silas Richards Company 10 July 1849&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Rhoades Company 14 July 1849&lt;br /&gt;George A. Smith/Dan Jones Company 14 July 1849&lt;br /&gt;Ezra T. Benson Company 15 July 1849&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Gully/Orson Spencer Company unknown&lt;br /&gt;Unidentified Companies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-3975620815125224875?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/3975620815125224875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-trail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/3975620815125224875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/3975620815125224875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-trail.html' title='ON THE TRAIL with EDWARD KILLICK ROBERTS'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS927A0Ij_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/8c-kjpvSJMo/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-7479977548008694202</id><published>2008-11-16T06:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T06:31:01.035-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberts'/><title type='text'>EMELINE MATHEWS ROBERTS</title><content type='html'>BIRTHDATE: 7 Feb 1837&lt;br /&gt;McComb, McDonough, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;DEATH: 17 Apr 1867&lt;br /&gt;Payson, Utah Co., Utah&lt;br /&gt;PARENTS: Anson J. Mathews&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Burgess&lt;br /&gt;PIONEER: 1848&lt;br /&gt;Independent Wagon Company&lt;br /&gt;SPOUSE: Edward K. Roberts&lt;br /&gt;MARRIED: 19 Apr 1850&lt;br /&gt;Salt Lake Endowment House&lt;br /&gt;DEATH SP: 3 Jun 1915&lt;br /&gt;Annabella, Sevier Co., Utah&lt;br /&gt;CHILDREN:&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Emeline, 2 Aug 1851&lt;br /&gt;Susannah, 5 Jun 1853&lt;br /&gt;Julia Sophia, 17 Oct 1854&lt;br /&gt;William Edward, 19 Nov 1856 (died at age 1)&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Elenor, 14 Aug 1858 (died at age 3)&lt;br /&gt;Joseph Samuel, 31 Aug 1860 (died at age 6)&lt;br /&gt;Mary Amanda, 8 Apr 1863&lt;br /&gt;George Hannibal, 13 Feb 1865&lt;br /&gt;John Henry. 17 Apr 1867 (died at 4 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emeline was born in McComb, Illinois. She was the youngest child in a family of eight children. Four of her brothers and sisters died as children leaving Emeline with two older brothers and one older sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Emeline moved with her parents to Nauvoo, Illinois. in 1848, Emeline and her parents traveled independently to Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Emeline's marriage in 1850 to Edward Killick Roberts, Emeline moved several times. Her first child was born in Mill Creek. The second child was born in Santaquin, the third and fourth children were born in Salt Lake City. Her fourth child, William, died shortly before he was one year old. Emeline's last five children were born in Payson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not live to see her children inasmuch as she passed away while giving birth to her ninth child. Emeline was buried in Payson City Cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIBLINGS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;F i Lois B. Mathews was born on 8 Aug 1813 in , , New York, USA. She died 1 on 8 Sep 1814 in Canadaugia, , New York, USA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;M ii Anson Mathews Jr. was born on 15 May 1816 in , , New York, USA. He died on 21 May 1816 in , , New York, USA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;M iii Hannibal Mathews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;F iv Elizabeth Mathews was born on 6 Jun 1819 in , , New York, USA. She died .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;F v Loiza Mathews was born on 18 Jan 1822 in , , New York, USA. She died 1 on 4 Mar 1823.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;F vi Sophia (Sophiann) Mathews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;M vii William H. Mathews was born on 28 Apr 1826. He died 1 on 2 May 1826.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;M viii William H. B. Mathews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;F ix Emeline Mathews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-7479977548008694202?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/7479977548008694202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/11/emeline-mathews-roberts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/7479977548008694202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/7479977548008694202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/11/emeline-mathews-roberts.html' title='EMELINE MATHEWS ROBERTS'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-1261532418163888429</id><published>2008-11-15T23:55:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:03:00.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberts'/><title type='text'>EDWARD KILLICK ROBERTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS96JS5kJOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-2qxRKq5Kds/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 59px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS96JS5kJOI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/-2qxRKq5Kds/s320/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273567988784833762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS96I3x4X8I/AAAAAAAAAII/iSkMBUo4hKA/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS96I3x4X8I/AAAAAAAAAII/iSkMBUo4hKA/s320/Picture+12.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273567981504847810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORY OF EDWARD KILLICK AND HANNAH GLEAVE ROBERTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by AMMON ROBERTS, MARCH 1945&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Killick Roberts was born in Leeds Co. Crosby, Canada, April 14, 1828, son of John Williams and Mary Gilchrist Roberts, later coming to the U.S.A. with his parents, crossing the St. Lawrence river on ice. They settled in Iowa. There were a number of brothers and sisters. One brother, William, gave his life for his country, the U.S.A., in the war with Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his father, mother and most of the children joined the L.D.S. Church, although all but Edward K. left it and went into the Reorganized Church, he being the only one to come to Utah. He drove an ox team all the way across the plains, arriving here in 1849 in the William Miller Company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had many faith promoting experiences just one of which I’ll try to relate. As they were on their way, they came to the Little Plat River which was running high and very treacherous with quick sand. They camped on the bank of the river for about two weeks trying to find a place to cross. After about two weeks the Captain of the company called all the Priesthood members together and held a prayer service, each member taking his turn in the prayer circle. After they arose to their feet the Captain told some of the men to cut some long willows and some to take the willows and stick them up straight across the river from camp, while others hooked up several yoke of oxen and hitched them to one or two wagons. The Captain then told the men to drive the teams across the river below the stakes, as close as possible without knocking them down. When one ox dropped into the quick sand the other pulled him out. If one wheel of the wagon dropped in they pulled it out. This was continued through the day until by night the camp had pulled up across the river so that the wagons as though they were on hard roads and they were able to drive their loose cattle and even a small bunch of sheep across the river. All showing that the Lord is willing to help those who put their faith in him..... He later assisted bringing Immigrants to Utah was a Black Hawk war veteran, was a Farmer; timberman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After coming to Utah, he, Edward K, married Emeline Mathews the 24 September 1850. (daughter of Anson Mathews and Elizabeth Burges) She was born February 7, 1833, Macomb, McDonough County, Ill., died April 17, 1867. To this union there was born the following children, Eliza Emeline born August 21 1851 - married Jeremiah Bingham March 1869; Susannah born June 5, 1853 - married Calvin Pendleton May 1870; Julia S. born October 17., 1854 - married Joseph Asay 1872. William Edward born November 19, 1856, died; Elizabeth E. born August 14, 1858; Joseph Samuel born August 31, 1860; Mary A. born April 28, 1863 - married Joseph Asay 1877; George Hannibal born February 13, 1865 - married Almina Malinda Lewis September 27, 1883; John Henry born April 17, 1867. Family home Payson, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emeline, his wife, died, when George was but a small boy. He then married Ann Sophia Rollins Beckstead on 19 April 1869, Salt Lake City (daughter of Enoch P. Rollins of Cache Valley, Utah, and Sophia W. Philbrook, married at Bangor, Penobscot County, Me., pioneers 1852; and widow of Sidney Beckstead, by whom she had the following children: Sarah Ann Beckstead Elmer, married Henry Elmer, Sabra Jane Beckstead Hatch, married George B. Rust, married George A. Hatch; Lillian Beckstead Patten, married George W. Pattenl and Mary Emily Beckstead Jacksonl married Joseph Jackson, Rosa died child; Cordella Lorretta died infant. Family home West Jordan, Utah). She was born March 25 18321 at Bangor I died May 10, 1884; pioneer 1852. Their Children: Melinda Elvina born February 12, 18701 married George B. Rust I 1888; Sidney Enoch born November 5, 18711 married Marilla Hooper June 101 1903. (Pioneers and Prominent of Utah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, April 19, 1869, he also married Hannah Gleave, it being a polygamist marriage in the old Endowment House in Salt Lake City by Joseph F. Smith, who later became President of the L.D.S. Church. Edward Killick Roberts was a High Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Gleave was born in Stockport England, October 23/1846, the daughter of John and Jane Brindle Gleave. She had her knee hurt by a horse when about 8 years old and was crippled and walked on a crutch all the rest of her life. While she was yet a small girl, her father, John Gleave, brought the Mormon Elders to their home, to which Hannah was quite opposed and she remained so for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She later became interested and was converted to the church and was baptized a member in 1863. She came to the U.S.A. - coming across with her parents, brothers and sisters in the first steamship to cross the Atlantic Ocean. She had the following brothers and sisters; Walter, Hebert, Samuel, and Bertha Gleave. To she and Edward Killick Roberts, her husband, were born eleven children. Three of whom died as children. These children are: Hannah Jane who died as a child. Killick Elton, born June 23, 1871, at Glenwood, Utah and who married Edna May Gardner. He was later Y.M.M.I.A. Superintendent, Sunday School Superintendent, faithful Ward Teacher, High Priest. President of Annabella Irrigation and Canal Company. Member of town board and filled other positions of responsibility. Died November 6, 1944.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Ann Roberts died when about 5 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosetta was born October 81 1874 at Annabella, Sevier, Utah. Married Hyrum Thurston. Was president of Y.W.M.I.A. Worked as teacher in Sunday School M.l.A. and Relief Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter, born June 231 1876 at Annabella, Sevier, Utah. Filled a mission to New Zealand under President John E. ___lby, president of New Zealand Mission. Married Millie Jocbreker, was county commissioner in Willard County and Bishop of Southerland Ward, Deseret Utah at the time of his death on March 5, 1921.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca was born January 1, 1878 at Annabella, Sevier, Utah. Married John Axel Nordfors. Was president of the Primary, and Relief Society and teacher in the Relief Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertha was born January 5, 1880 and died when just a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Wilburn was born August 13, 1881 at Annabella, Sevier, Utah. Married Hulda Oberg, who died. Married Jeannie Gleave, was Superintendent in Sunday School and counselor in the Bishopric in the Antimony Ward, Gar. Stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbert Franklin was born September 7, 1883 at Annabella, Sevier, Utah. Married Martha Rosetta Davis. Acted as counselor in Bishopric 17 years. Bishop 10 years, Stake High Councilman in Sevier Stake 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabra Saphronia Roberts was born February 1, 1886, at Annabella, Sevier Utah. Was president of Primary, President of Y.W.M.I.A. and teacher in Sunday School. Married John Franklin Davis December 5, 1919.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ammon Roberts was born August 6, 1888. (August 5, 1888 SEB) at Annabella, Sevier, Utah. Married Susie Emma Adams in the Manti Temple January 27, 1909 by President Lewis Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They, our parents, were very thankful and faithful members of the Church and had very strong testimonies of the truthfulness of the Gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father was very faithful as a Priesthood member, as a Ward Teacher and every responsibility coming to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother bore a very strong and sincere testimony of the truth of the Gospel and divinity of the organization of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. She labored faithfully as a counselor in the Relief Society for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They taught their family, the Gospel by example just as faithful as by precept - always interested in the welfare of their children. They raised Hannah Gleave, daughter of Herbert Gleave, from three weeks of age until she married Dormus Larson. Hannah loved them as her own parents.Edward Killick Roberts [Parents] was born 1 on 14 Apr 1828 in Crosby, Leeds, Ontario, Canada. He died 2 on 3 Jun 1915 in Annabella, Sevier, Utah, USA. He was buried 3 in Jun 1915 in Annabella, Sevier, Utah, USA. He married Hannah Gleave on 19 Apr 1869.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other marriages: &lt;br /&gt;Mathews, Emeline &lt;br /&gt;Rollins, Ann Sophia &lt;br /&gt;Hannah Gleave was born 1 about 1847 in , , England. She died . She married Edward Killick Roberts on 19 Apr 1869.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward Killick Roberts [Parents] was born 1 on 14 Apr 1828 in Crosby, Leeds, Ontario, Canada. He died 2 on 3 Jun 1915 in Annabella, Sevier, Utah, USA. He was buried 3 in Jun 1915 in Annabella, Sevier, Utah, USA. He married Ann Sophia Rollins on 19 Apr 1869. He was Presiding elder Annabella ward; high priest; member 29th Quorum seventies; teacher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868&lt;br /&gt;Roberts, Edward Killick&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 14 Apr. 1828&lt;br /&gt;Death Date: 3 June 1915&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;Age: 21 &gt;&gt;&gt;no companions&lt;br /&gt;Company:  Samuel Gully/Orson Spencer Company (1849)&lt;br /&gt;Pioneer Information: &lt;br /&gt;Evidence from church (rebaptism) and genealogical records proves he traveled to Utah in 1849.&lt;br /&gt;Sources:&lt;br /&gt;Patriarchal Blessing Index &lt;br /&gt;Pioneers and Prominent Men of Utah    &lt;br /&gt;Salt Lake Stake, Rebaptisms 1847-1862.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other marriages: &lt;br /&gt;Mathews, Emeline &lt;br /&gt;Gleave, Hannah &lt;br /&gt;Ann Sophia Rollins was born 1 about 1831 in , , Maine, USA. She died . She married Edward Killick Roberts on 19 Apr 1869.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John William Roberts Jr. [Parents] was born 1 on 19 Jan 1800 in London, Middlesex , England. He died in 1884 in , , Canada. He married Mary Gilchrist on 2 Jan 1822.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Gilchrist [Parents] was born 1 on 7 Feb 1804 in Crosby, Leeds, Ontario, Canada. She died 2 on 2 Mar 1886 in Weston, Pottawattamie, Iowa, USA. She married John William Roberts Jr. on 2 Jan 1822.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the following children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   F i  Susannah Roberts&lt;br /&gt;   F ii  Nancy Roberts&lt;br /&gt;   M iii  John William Roberts Jr. was born on 7 Jan 1826 in Crosby, Leeds, Ontario, Canada. He died on 20 Aug 1847.&lt;br /&gt;   M iv  Edward Killick Roberts&lt;br /&gt;   F v  Elizabeth Roberts&lt;br /&gt;   M vi  Henry Roberts was born 1 in 1832 in Crosby, Leeds, Ontario, Canada. He died on 15 Aug 1851.&lt;br /&gt;   F vii  Rebecca Roberts&lt;br /&gt;   M viii  Thomas William Roberts&lt;br /&gt;   F ix  Fanny Roberts was born 1 on 9 Nov 1839 in Springfield, Sangamon, Illnois. USA. She died in 1910.&lt;br /&gt;   M x  Archibald Roberts&lt;br /&gt;   M xi  John William Roberts was born 1 on 20 Jan 1849 in Springfield, Sangamond , Illnois, USA. He died in 1849.&lt;br /&gt;   M xii  Wilburn Roberts was born 1 in Jan 1853 in , , Iowa, USA. He died .&lt;br /&gt;Anson Mathews [Parents] was born 1 on 1 Dec 1787 in Chatham, Middlesex, Connecticut, USA. He died after 15 Jul 1845. He married Elizabeth Burgess on 12 Oct 1811 in East Granby, Hartford, Connecticut, USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Burgess [Parents] was born 1 on 8 Aug 1788 in Conway, Franklin, Massachusetts, USA. She died after Jul 1870 in , , Utah, USA. She married Anson Mathews on 12 Oct 1811 in East Granby, Hartford, Connecticut, USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other marriages: &lt;br /&gt;Bent, Samuel &lt;br /&gt;They had the following children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   F i  Lois B. Mathews was born on 8 Aug 1813 in , , New York, USA. She died 1 on 8 Sep 1814 in Canadaugia, , New York, USA.&lt;br /&gt;   M ii  Anson Mathews Jr. was born on 15 May 1816 in , , New York, USA. He died on 21 May 1816 in , , New York, USA.&lt;br /&gt;   M iii  Hannibal Mathews&lt;br /&gt;   F iv  Elizabeth Mathews was born on 6 Jun 1819 in , , New York, USA. She died .&lt;br /&gt;   F v  Loiza Mathews was born on 18 Jan 1822 in , , New York, USA. She died 1 on 4 Mar 1823.&lt;br /&gt;   F vi  Sophia (Sophiann) Mathews&lt;br /&gt;   M vii  William H. Mathews was born on 28 Apr 1826. He died 1 on 2 May 1826.&lt;br /&gt;   M viii  William H. B. Mathews&lt;br /&gt;   F ix  Emeline Mathews&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah Bingham died . He married Eliza Emeline Roberts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Emeline Roberts [Parents] was born 1 on 2 Aug 1851 in Millcreek, Salt Lake, Utah, USA. She died in 1880. She married Jeremiah Bingham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868   Samuel Gully/Orson Spencer Company (1849)&lt;br /&gt; Departure: unknown   Arrival in Salt Lake Valley: 22-24 September 1849&lt;br /&gt;Company Information: &lt;br /&gt;About 100 wagons were in the company when it began its journey from the outfitting post at Kanesville, Iowa (present day Council Bluffs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS965CRLMHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/28pV_d5eZLs/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS965CRLMHI/AAAAAAAAAI4/28pV_d5eZLs/s320/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273568808954179698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SS965IDsAFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/LNH0isrOE60/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SNzvJUZ0VuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cw4IPiREs8o/s320/Image58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250334208982013666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flora Clarinda Gleason Washburn&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Flora Clarinda Gleason was born August 2, 1819 at Tolland Birkshire, Massachusetts. She was the daughter of Joel Gleason and Lorena Williams.&lt;br /&gt;Flora's parents moved to Lenox, Ohio in 1824. Her mother died sixteen days after their arrival there, leaving a baby two weeks old. Sometime after this, her father married a woman named Sarah or Sally Vanburg.&lt;br /&gt;Flora lived sometimes at home and sometimes with relatives during her childhood. Early in her young womanhood she went out to nurse under the doctors. She also took up dressmaking as a side issue to keep herself employed when not nursing. She continued as a nurse for many years.&lt;br /&gt;In her young womanhood she was engaged to be married to a young man by the name of Hugh Gillon. She looked forward to their future with much happiness, but he died before their wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;Flora joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and longed to gather with the saints at Nauvoo but the parents of her dead sweetheart pleaded with her to come and live with them for awhile. She finally consented and lived with them perhaps two years or more. They had two daughters who were young woman, the family was wealthy and when they bought anything for their own daughters they bought just the same for Flora. The girls had everything they could wish for. Many changes of the finest clothing, and when they went to a ball or dance, they would change clothing two or three times during the evening a complete change of expensive clothing or ball costume that must harmonize perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;The Gillan family did not belong to the Church that Flora belonged to, but before his death Hugh Gillon and his people after his death, would take mother in their carriage sometimes several miles to her church meetings and they never raised any opposition to her religious belief. Still, she had a longing to gather with the body of the church but often wondered how she could get a reasonable excuse to leave those dear kind people who loved her and wanted her to stay with them always as their own daughter. Finally her father came for her and wanted her to go home with him because her step-mother had died and he was lonely. She went with him and kept house for him for nearly a year.&lt;br /&gt;Flora's father was very fond of the society of young people, and often when a crowd came in to spend the evening, even if he had retired for the night, he would get up, dress, and join in their games and dancing. In those days people learned to dance under dancing masters who taught them to dance with grace and skill, Flora Clarinda said that her father could dance with a glass of water on top of his head and never spill a drop. After those months at home with her father she finally gathered with the saints at Macedonia twenty-two miles from Nauvoo.&lt;br /&gt;She lived with Patriarch John Smith's family. John Smith Was an uncle of Joseph Smith the prophet. He gave Flora her patriarchal blessing. The paper is still treasured in the family though it is old and worn with its more than ninety years.&lt;br /&gt;When Flora Clarinda first came to Macedonia she stayed a few days with a friend and while they were out visiting a neighbor one evening, a mob set fire to their home and everything that Flora owned was burned. She had seven silk dresses that burned in that fire besides beautiful slips, stockings, shoes, and slippers and many other valuable things to a young woman.&lt;br /&gt;She had a longing to see the Prophet Joseph, but did not go to Nauvoo because of losing all her best clothing.&lt;br /&gt;While living in Macedonia, Flora Clarinda was chosen president of a relief society which was organized there. Shortly after Emma Smith was chosen at Nauvoo. Flora was the second President of a relief Society in the L.D.S. Church. After the death of the Prophet Joseph Smith, Flora lived with the family of Benjamin Franklin Johnson in the mansion house in Nauvoo, the former home of Joseph Smith. She did&lt;br /&gt;Dress making to earn her living.&lt;br /&gt;Flora received her endowments in the Nauvoo Temple and was married there to Benjamin Franklin Johnson December 11, 1845.&lt;br /&gt;Flora went through the trials and persecutions of that time. When the saints were compelled to leave Nauvoo, she left with her husband and his other wife Melissa and her children. They were among the first group to leave for the Rocky Mountains. Flora and Melissa loved each other. Flora often said that&lt;br /&gt;Melissa was as fine a woman as ever lived. She also said that Melissa's death was partly due to the conduct of her husband. On the way, before reaching Winter Quarters, B. F. Johnson lagged behind and let Flora travel on with the company they had started with. She expected every hour that he and the rest of his family would overtake them, but Mr. B .F. Johnson had decided that he wanted another wife and continued to stay behind to do the courting.&lt;br /&gt;Note: I have inserted B.F. Johnson's words in the interest of fairness. However, I have sided with my GGG Grandmother KF&lt;br /&gt;"I organized an emigration company and started wagon making in the basement story of the large brick stable belonging to the Mansion, and our hands were at work, but some of them had an eye more to their own than to the company's profit, which brought trouble and loss to me. The Temple was now open for endowments and sealings, and about December 1, 1845, a third wife, Miss Clarinda Gleason, was sealed to me.&lt;br /&gt;Here my real family troubles commenced. The third wife was much older than the second, and was of broad experience and capability. She was unwilling to be second to the younger, and was not satisfied with her proper place, and there was now discord in the family circle. B.F. Johnson"&lt;br /&gt;Flora arrived at Winter Quarters where the saints were stopping for the winter, and found that the men in camp were building houses as rapidly as possible for their own families and also for the people who came later. They were housing everyone as fast as possible. But the winter was on and some were not yet provided for. Abraham Washburn began building a chimney in a house so Flora Clarinda could have a shelter from the cold and storms but before the chimney could be completed, on January 15, 1847 her first child was born while she was still living in her wagon. (Clarinda Huetta who became the wife of Zenas Wingate.)&lt;br /&gt;One neighbor woman did her washing and others brought her cooked food. During the first week after the baby's birth, a snow storm came on. Flora's washing had had been hung on the brush outside and had not been gathered in, so on the seventh day she dressed herself and went out and shook the snow from her clothes and brought them into her wagon. The blessing of God was with her and she did not suffer any bad effects from this dangerous experience.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the spring of 1848 Flora Clarinda traveled on with one of the companies to Salt Lake City and she never saw B .F. Johnson from the time he first lagged behind until long after her arrival in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;To get provisions to travel with from Winter Quarters to Salt Lake City was a problem, there was not dressmaking to be done and nursing was done without price so Flora had to learn a new trade. She went to the willow patches, gathered willows, stripped off the bark, selected the finest ones, and learned to make fancy willow baskets. She sent them with some of the men in camp who went off to purchase food. They sold them for food and in that way she procured provisions to travel on.&lt;br /&gt;Flora Clarinda had became alienated from her husband on account of his conduct. She laid her case before President Brigham Young. Johnson at first refused to sign the divorce and sent it back to Salt Lake City unsigned, but President Young said, "I will see that he does sign it."&lt;br /&gt;Flora Clarinda Gleason was married to Abraham Washburn February 11, 1849. Abraham Washburn was called to go and help start a settlement at Manti, Utah. The advance party went into Sanpete county, looked over the country, put up some wild hay, and found plenty of grass in the region of the Sanpitch river and decided that stock could easily winter out on the range. The first company of settlers arrived at Manti November 21, 1849. Flora's second child was born the next day, November 22, 1849. Almeda Maria Washburn was the first white child born in Sanpete County. She married Alphonzo Wingate.&lt;br /&gt;The night after the baby's birth the snow came knee deep, and during that winter the thirty-five head of cattle which Abraham had driven on the range to winter, died.&lt;br /&gt;Flora Clarinda' s first home was on the south side of the Temple Hill toward the west point where the first settlers built their first homes. The place was infested with snakes, and one morning Flora found a large rattlesnake on her mantle piece. Later Flora lived in the fort. Her house was on the exact spot where now stands the little old rock school-house, just north of the court house and directly across the street east from the Manti city hall. Several of her children were born there. The last was Lorena Eugenia Washburn Larsen born January 10, 1860.&lt;br /&gt;Within the next two years Abraham built a home for Flora Clarinda, one block east and one and one half blocks south of the Manti City Hall. Abraham owned the strip running straight through to Main Street. The main street side is now (in 1932) filled with business houses.&lt;br /&gt;In the early days in Manti there arrived from Denmark two newly married couples, Christian Willardson and wife and brother Scow and wife.(Just a note, I discovered that I work with one of brother Scow's descendants and he is a good man. KF 2004) They had no place for shelter and couldn't speak a word of English. Flora saw their condition and through an interpreter, she told them she would divide her one large room and let each couple have one fourth and she and her family would live in one half of it until they could do better. They gladly accepted the offer and lived there for some time, the three families cooking over one fire place. Neither they nor Flora could speak a word to each other but it created a friendship that lasted for life.&lt;br /&gt;Flora was president of the Relief Society in Manti for years. They held their meetings and socials in the old Council House on the northeast corner of the public square. On work meeting days, both mothers and daughters would assemble. When a rush of work was on, they would meet at ten o'clock in the morning. Then something like the following work would be engaged in: tidy and lace making, spinning wool yarn, and knitting men's socks, braiding straw, and sewing hats for men, women, and Children, carding wool bats with hand cards, and making quilts, cutting and sewing rags for rag carpets, piecing and making quilts.&lt;br /&gt;On such occasions they would have a picnic luncheon at twelve or one o'clock, then continue work until late afternoon. Such a good feeling of helpfulness and kindness prevailed on those occasions, that they were looked forward to with pleasure. Very often such days ended with a dancing party in the evening. The musicians usually furnished free music, if they were given a good meal during the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Flora taught many an emigrant woman to earn a living in this new country by spinning yarn and knitting men's socks which found ready sale in Salt Lake city for fifty cents a pair. She also taught them to braid straw and make hats and to spin yarn and weave cloth. They often smiled and sometimes wept with gratitude and thanksgiving for such a friend in this new and far off country from their native home.&lt;br /&gt;The pioneers of Sanpete County held yearly County fairs. People would bring in all their home made products, everything that their hands or the soil could produce, There was always a fine display. In the fine arts department you would find tidies and laces. crocheted, netted and knitted. Also drawn work and all kinds of needle work. Fine straw hats trimmed with straw trimming, with an art rose here and there, and men's and boys' best hats and work hats all made by the ladies of those pioneer days. Flora did a great variety of work and took many prizes at the fairs.&lt;br /&gt;Sanpete County was very fortunate for in the sixties there came from Britain a convert to the L.D.S. Church. A man named Tatten who came to live in Manti. He was a professional hat maker, who made fine beaver hats for men, women, and boys.&lt;br /&gt;Flora Clarinda had a large adobe oven on the west side of her house where she baked forty loaves of bread in one baking, she baked once a week and as the bread was removed from the oven, she would put in pies, cake, and gingerbread to last the week. The bread was put into a fine clean barrel in the cellar where large and small barrels and jars of preserves and jam were stored for the year around use.&lt;br /&gt;Fruit was scarce in Sanpete, but in the years immediately after the Black Hawk Indian war Flora took Hyrum, her oldest son and one of the girls and with an ox team went to Utah County. She dried fruit and put up preserves and jam made of peaches, pears, apples, and plumbs boiled in molasses. Often wild ground cherries were used, both dried and preserved. Flora was a pioneer in bringing fruit trees, berry plants and ornamental shrubs and flowers into Manti. In the sixties they had apricots, peaches, gooseberries, currants, both the English and black, and strawberries. and some tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham and the Wingate boys. (His sons-in-law.) Owned and operated a molasses mill and many a candy pulling party was held at his home and at the neighbor's homes also.&lt;br /&gt;In the early days when men and teams were sent back on the pioneer trail to bring emigrants to Utah, Flora Clarinda always baked racks of crackers. (To be sent on the trail). After Flora had prepared the dough, every child that was large enough was washed perfectly clean and dressed in a clean apron. The dough was cut in pieces and put onto clean white mixing boards and each child was given a clean white wooden potato masher or rolling pin and the dough was beaten for hours. Flora supervised the work and often turned the dough while it was in the process of being beaten. Afterward it was rolled, cut, and baked.&lt;br /&gt;In December 1865, after Huetta and Almeda had become engaged to Zenas and Alphonzo Wingate the bride grooms-to- be were confronted with the problem of new wedding suits for themselves. They discovered that there were no suits to be bought, nor cloth to make them and their problem was indeed perplexing. Flora Clarinda and her two daughters, the two brides-elect held a council meeting and it was decided that the girls should spin the yarn and Flora would dye i t and weave the cloth for the boys' wedding suits. The work went forward rapidly and before the end of that month the result of their labors was two fine men's suits made of homemade jeans. All the work having been done by Flora and the girls from the wool rolls which were carded at a carding machine to the last finishing touch on the suits.&lt;br /&gt;The two young couples were married at the Washburn home January 5, 1866 on Alphonzo Wingate's birthday. He was nineteen years old on that day and Almeda was just past sixteen years. Zenas was twenty three and Huetta was nineteen years old. This wedding was a big event. More than two hundred guests were served at the wedding dinner. Flora Clarinda had the supervision of the whole affair and was assisted in the work by her family. The Wingate boys gave a public dance in the evening and again refreshments were served.&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Bowles came from Nephi in a sleigh and brought his family to the wedding. He had planned to get a joke on the grooms and take the brides for a sleigh ride as soon as the ceremony was over and leave the grooms to receive the congratulations of the assembled people. So he brought his sleigh to the porch and stood just inside the front door so he could be ready for a dash to the sleigh. He had told the girls before hand his plans and supposed they would accept the plan which he had laid. But they told their sweethearts. So when the girls started far the door a large man whom the boys had appointed for the purpose, put his arms around Thomas Bowles while the newlyweds got into the sleigh and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;I (Lorena) was just about six years old when this wedding occurred. I had never been to a dancing party but was promised that I could go to my sisters wedding dance, but I fell asleep early in the evening and did not awaken until the next morning. My brother Orson who was two years and nine months my junior had been to the dance and told me what a wonderful time they had had. He said that there were three men sitting on the stand with fine fiddles making beautiful music. There was another man just standing there who was calling the dances.&lt;br /&gt;When the Black Hawk War was on Flora did a lot of cooking for the soldier boys who were camped in the little fort just back of her place. All the people who lived east of the Washburn place was advised to move onto the same street for fear of an Indian raid. One day we saw a company of horsemen coming around the point of Temple Hill and the children of the neighborhood supposed they were Indians. They ran to the Washburn home and Flora put them into her large cellar, but she soon found out that the horsemen were a scouting party.&lt;br /&gt;On one occasion Abraham took the whole family out to the saluratus beds, just south west of Manti, while he got a load of that alkali which was used for soda and for making soap when combined with lime. While he and the boys were loading the wagon he discovered horsemen a mile away and supposed they were Indians. In a minute he had all the children in the wagon and made the oxen run all the way into Manti. Again the horsemen proved to be only scouting party.&lt;br /&gt;One night Flora Clarinda dreamed that her old sweet heart, Hugh Gillon, came and begged her to be sealed to him. She told him she could not as she was already sealed to Abraham. He said he was going to ask the authorities of the Church if it could be done. If it could he would let her know. Three nights in succession Flora dreamed that her stepmother came and asked her to do her temple work and the third night she gave her promise that she would and she never dreamed of her again.&lt;br /&gt;Flora and her daughters hired Sister Crain I who had braided straw for many years in England, to braid straw for them and they made hats, mostly ladies hats and sent them to all parts of Utah, they always found ready sale for them.&lt;br /&gt;The Washburn family moved from Manti to Monroe in April 1872 and on November 30 1872 Flora Clarinda was chosen by Joseph A.Young. Stake president of Sevier Stake, to preside over the first Relief Society in Monroe, which was organized that day. Monroe was a very new place then, some of the people were from Springville, some from Fountain Green, and quite a group from Utah's Dixie. Each group of people were a little clannish, feeling that their group was a little superior to the others. President Joseph A. Young seemed to understand this, for he called Flora to one side and said, "you choose your officers, one from each group so you will have harmony in this organization. His suggestion was adopted with good results. About the same routine of work was adopted in the Monroe Relief Society as had been carried out in the Manti Society, but on a smaller scale. There were no doctors in Monroe and since Flora was a nurse nearly everybody who became ill came to her for advice and help which she readily gave. She was called and went out at all hours of the day and night to help people in sickness and death, no matter what the sickness might be. When calls came on dark stormy nights, and the people with sickness were living anywhere from an eighth to a mile away. She would dress, put on her wraps and taking up a cudgel which she had for dark night traveling, she would go out walking the middle of the street. The stick in her hand helped her to feel her way in the darkness and would answer for a weapon of defense in case of necessity.&lt;br /&gt;She not only cared for the sick but cared for the dead and assisted in making their clothing. She was a friend to the needy and a mother to the whole community, often leaving her own sick children to the care of her husband, who was also a nurse, while she went out to help her neighbors in their need.&lt;br /&gt;Flora had a special method of helping the poor. If there were able bodied men in the needy families she with her helpers would look around to try to find employment for them. If they failed to find employment for such individuals they would offer to lend them the money and they could pay it back as soon as they were able. She said it robbed people of their independence to live on charity if they were able to work, that it was better to lend means to them and let them keep their independence and self respect.&lt;br /&gt;While Flora was president of the Relief Society hundreds of dollars were given to the worthy poor.&lt;br /&gt;The Relief Society bought about sixty sheep which they let out on shares to Alma Magleby. They, with the help of the Mutuals and Priesthood built the Relief Society Hall. The Relief Society was to occupy the lower part, the Priesthood the upper part, and the Mutuals had access to both parts. When the Manti Temple was built the Monroe Relief Society was called upon to furnish an all wool carpet for one large room. The members did most of the spinning and the wool having been made into rolls at the carding machine at Manti, Flora dyed the yarn and wove the beautiful carpet. Her son Orson took it to Manti and delivered it to the Temple committee, though when -Brother Maben saw it and he wanted it to adorn his own home.&lt;br /&gt;There was a little yarn left over which was made into a rug about a yard long and two thirds of a yard wide which was in the Relief Society Treasury until after Flora Clarinda's death when it was presented to Almeda M. Wingate, her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Flora Clarinda presided over the Monroe Relief Society for twenty-five years. She never made a charge for any of her services to her towns people or others. She devoted her life to the service of God and her fellow men.&lt;br /&gt;Flora Clarinda died August 13, 1900 at the home of her daughter Almeda in Monroe. At her funeral August 15, Sister Casto, a worker at the Manti Temple, arose and spoke in tongues. When it was interpreted, it was as if Flora herself was speaking, saying she was pleased with everything that had been done. She said, "I am now going to my Father, and your father; to my God and your' God."&lt;br /&gt;Written by Lorena Eugenia Washburn Larsen (daughter)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-2436599854602200772?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/2436599854602200772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/09/flora-clarinda-gleason-washburn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/2436599854602200772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/2436599854602200772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/09/flora-clarinda-gleason-washburn.html' title='FLORA CLARINDA GLEASON WASHBURN'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SNzvJUZ0VuI/AAAAAAAAAGg/cw4IPiREs8o/s72-c/Image58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-3204149159596832588</id><published>2008-09-26T07:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T08:29:32.533-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Washburns'/><title type='text'>ABRAHAM WASHBURN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SNzxuCRjXII/AAAAAAAAAGo/Lu34bF2nBKk/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SNzxuCRjXII/AAAAAAAAAGo/Lu34bF2nBKk/s320/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250337038793923714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Washburn was born March 17, 1805 at Nine Partners, Duchess, New York, son of Daniel Washburn and Ann Wright.  He had two brothers, Isaac and Jacob and one sister Philena. His father was a farmer and one of the early settlers of Mt.  Pleasant, New York. His first ancestor in America, William Washburn, was a pioneer of Connecticut and Long Island, New York.  We have in our possession a copy of a deed of a part of Long Island from the Indians to William. As we come down the line of ancestors, they were pioneers of Westchester and Duchess ,and other counties of New York.  Now their descendants are scattered in various parts of the United States and other countries.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Washburn's father died July 14, 1812.  His mother had delicate health from the time of the death of her husband until her own death March 8,1824.Young Abraham had many responsibilities as being the oldest of the family of children.&lt;br /&gt;At an early age he assisted his mother in the management of the farm and in caring for the younger children .From the time of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his father's death he helped his mother with washing, ironing, cooking ,and many home duties and as he grew older he took charge of the family affairs and was like a father to the family.  He looked after the education of himself and the children and put the boys out to learn trades when they were at the proper age, as no boy's education was completed those days until he mastered some trade.  He put his younger brother Jacob to learn the cooper's trade ,but young Jacob was not satisfied.  He rebelled and ran away, but Abraham brought him back and he finished his apprenticeship, but did not follow the trade for long.  As he grew to manhood he decided his job was too small for him, so he studied for the ministry and was a minister in one&lt;br /&gt;of the Methodist churches of New York City until his death which occurred after 1870.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham was educated in the school of those early times, plus continual study through his entire life and late in life was pronounced by educators a well educated man. His trade was tanner and shoemaker. On March 16, 1824, shortly after the death of his mother, he married Miss Tamar Washburn who was born July 4,1805 at Mt. Pleasant, Westchester, New York.  She was the daughter of Jesse Washburn and Hannah Tompkins.  Her father, Jesse, was the brother of Abraham's grandfather, Daniel Washburn.  They were married March 16, 1824.After his marriage, Abraham went into the business of tanning leather and making shoes. In his establishment men learned the arts of tanning leather and making shoes.  A shoe store was one department of his business house.  He was very successful in each department and his&lt;br /&gt;business grew with the years.&lt;br /&gt;In about the year 1836-7, Parley P.  Pratt came to New York preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ.  Abraham Washburn was soon converted.  He said this new gospel was like a light in the darkness and he thought that everyone who heard it would see the beauty of it, but his wife felt differently.  At first she fought it with all her energy.  Shortly after he was baptized into the Church, Brother Pratt was holding a meeting one evening when a messenger arrived telling Brother Washburn that his wife had fainted.  As he arose to leave the room Brother Pratt said, "Brother Washburn, be not alarmed about your wife.   I promise you in the name of the Lord that she will soon be a member of this Church." In a very few weeks she was baptized .Abraham Washburn was raised a Quaker.  Their Sabbath began Saturday evening at sundown and ended Sunday evening at sundown.  During this Sabbath, no one could laugh aloud or engage in any pleasant pastime.  Brother Washburn said it was very hard for the young people with their fun-loving natures to keep the Sabbath day strictly.&lt;br /&gt;In his young manhood before he heard the gospel, he investigated other religions and felt that the Methodist was more to his liking than the others, so he joined that church and persuaded all his family to join it.  In his young manhood he saw the evils of tobacco and whiskey and decided that they were very harmful, and that he would leave them entirely alone.&lt;br /&gt;After joining the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, his mind was lit up by the Spirit of the Lord and he felt that if he just explained its principles to his brothers they would see the beauty of it immediately and join with him in his new faith, but he was sorely disappointed, for though he labored diligently they did not see the light.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham was baptized and confirmed a member by Parley P.  Pratt and ordained a teacher by Orson Pratt and later an Elder by one of the Pratt brothers.  He was appointed and set apart by either Parley P. or Orson Pratt to preside over the branch of the Church at Sing Sing,New York.  While Abraham was presiding over this branch, Orson Pratt went to England on a mission.  On arriving at New York he stayed with the Washburns until his vessel sailed.  The evening before he sailed, Abraham asked him while they were at a meeting what about money to pay his fare.  Brother Pratt said the Lord would provide.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Washburn intended to hand him the necessary money the next morning before going to work, but it slipped his mind.  Later in the day he rushed home to give Brother Pratt the money, but on arriving home was told by his wife that the ship had sailed earlier than Brother Pratt had thought it would, so Brother Pratt was gone.  Abraham was very sad about it and told his wife that he was sure that Brother Pratt had not money for his fare.  His wife Tamar told him not to worry about Pratt for she had given him money for his fare to England and more, she said,&lt;br /&gt;from the seventy-five dollars which was her monthly allowance for household purposes. She had a good savings account.  She had given Brother Pratt plenty for his needs and had a fine sum left.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Washburn presided over the branch at Sing Sing until about 1841 when he sold his business to the husband of Sally Kider, a near relative of his wife.  He then took his family and moved to Nauvoo, Illinois.  There he was ordained a Seventy by Hyrum Smith.  He became a member of the School of the Prophets taught by Joseph Smith and also was a member of the Nauvoo Legion.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham was a close friend of the Prophet Joseph and other leaders of the Church.  They visited at each others homes, and on one occasion when the Prophet was visiting the Washburn’s, he gave Sister Washburn a special blessing.  He told her that her salvation in the Celestial Kingdom was secure on account of her liberality.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham and Tamar Washburn received their endowments in the Nauvoo Temple, January 6, 1846.  They went through all the persecutions and trials of the Saints after they came to Nauvoo.  Abraham assisted in all public works, the finishing of the temple and did all in his power to further the work of the Lord.  When Joseph gave his last address to the Legion, Abraham stood at the corner of the platform from which Joseph was speaking.  He was there when the Prophet and his dear brother Hyrum were so foully murdered.  He was at the meeting in Nauvoo when the mantle of Joseph fell upon Brigham Young.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham sometimes related the incidents of those trying times when the people were overcome by great grief on account of the martyrdom of Joseph and Hyrum.  Mob violence was everywhere about them.  Sidney Rigdon trying to establish himself president of the church, the people were confused and did not know who should be president of the Church.  As a conference was called, the Apostles came home from their missionary labors.  It was a gloomy, trying time. At a meeting of the conference, Brigham Young arose to speak.   He was the president of the&lt;br /&gt;Twelve Apostles.   As he began to speak, the people were startled and some arose to their feet, for it was the voice of Joseph, and as they looked, Brigham seemed to be transformed and looked like Joseph.   To the people who saw and heard this, there was no doubt in their hearts and minds as to who should be president of the church.&lt;br /&gt;Just before the people were forced to leave Nauvoo, they knew they would have to leave and go to the Rocky Mountains.   Abraham' s ready cash was about exhausted and he did not know how to get money to fit himself for that great journey across the plains.   The thought occurred to him to write to his brothers and get some help because he knew they had plenty, but he also knew that if he told them all, they would not help him because they were not in sympathy with his people.  So he wrote a history of the mobbings, persecutions, hardships and trials he had gone through since he saw them, and then added that he was tired of it.   In a remarkably short time, a nice roll of money came to him enough money to fit him out well with teams, wagons and provisions for his journey.&lt;br /&gt;He left Nauvoo and was among the first of the Saints to reach Winter Quarters.  He assisted in building houses for those who would come later.  When the early pioneers were going to the Rockies in 1847, he loaned one yoke of oxen to assist them.  These oxen were to be returned so that he would be ready to start early in the spring of 1848.There was a colony of Infidels [gentiles] who had taken up land and made a small&lt;br /&gt;settlement a distance from Winter Quarters.  While Abraham was waiting for his team to be returned, he went and worked for this colony.  They liked him very much and told him if he would stay with them they would divide their land with him, but he declined.&lt;br /&gt;Early in the spring of 1848 while working for this colony and waiting for his ox team to be returned, as he went out to his work one morning there stood a fine yoke of oxen with the yoke on, all ready to be hitched to a wagon.  He went immediately and inquired of every man living in that section of the country, but none knew anything about the cattle.  He accepted them as a gift from God, a direct answer to his prayers, for he had earnestly prayed for the return of his team so he could continue his journey.  He prepared immediately to start for Utah.  He arrived quite early that season.&lt;br /&gt;While he was living in Winter Quarts that first winter, helping to build houses for those who came later, there arrived with one of the companies in late December or early January a young woman, Flora Clarinda Gleason Johnson, driving her own mule team.  She had been married as second wife to Benjamin Franklin Johnson in the Nauvoo Temple.  She and his other family had started out from Nauvoo together, but he decided he wanted another woman so he lagged behind to keep in touch with that other woman and let Clarinda go along with the company which they had started with, so she arrived at Winter Quarters alone, shortly before her child was born.  Abraham Washburn went to work preparing a house for her, but before the&lt;br /&gt;chimney was completed, on January 15,1847 her baby, Clarinda Huetta, was born while she was living in her wagon. Next spring she continued her journey alone with her baby, driving her mule team the entire distance from Nauvoo to Salt Lake City.   On one occasion while crossing a river,her baby came near falling in while she was managing the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had become alienated from her husband on account of his behavior, and laid her case before President Brigham Young and he procured a divorce for her.   Flora Clarinda and  Abraham Washburn were married February 11, 1849 in President Brigham Young's office in Salt Lake City.  Jedediah Grant was married to his wife Susan at the same time.  The two couples were in the President's office together&lt;br /&gt;Early in 1849, Abraham was called by Brigham Young to go and help make a settlement in Manti, Utah.  The company arrived there November 21, 1849.  The&lt;br /&gt;next day, November 22, his wife Flora Clarinda gave birth to the first white child born in&lt;br /&gt;Sanpete County.  They named her Almeda Maria, and she [later] became the wife of Alphonzo Wingate.  The night after her birth there was a terrific snow storm.  Next morning the snow was knee deep. Before moving to Manti, the country had been looked over by competent men.  Grass was plentiful all down the valley in the region of the Sanpitch River.  Wild hay was put up for the teams and some cows, and it was decided that a large number of stock could winter out there easily.  So Abraham took with him from Salt Lake City about thirty head of cattle.  The snow came so deep that the grass was all covered up and all the extra cattle died before spring and the settlers had a hard time to keep their horses and milch cows.&lt;br /&gt;When the people had been there but a short time, the Ute Indian warriors came there and camped.   They had been fighting with other tribes of Indians and had been victorious, so they held a war dance for three days and they compelled the settlers to come and watch them dance. During the early part of the new settlement, Indian Chief Walker had his band of Indians camped for some time near the mouth of Manti Canyon, and on several occasions in the early morning he would ride into the settlers' camp, all excited, swinging his arms and gesticulating, saying that the Great Spirit had visited him in the night and told him not to kill those white people because they were his children the same as the Indians were.   The people felt that his nightly visions of the Great Spirit were all that saved them from his hostile band.&lt;br /&gt;The people built their first houses on the south side and against the hill where now stands the temple.  Father Morley was presiding elder of the colony and he had a love, a reverence for that temple hill.  But the place was infested with snakes and often the people found them in their houses.  Those first little cabins had just a little mud plastering on and the snakes found their way through quite easily.  One morning Flora Clarinda found a large rattle snake on her mantle piece.&lt;br /&gt;President Young came to visit the new settlement and found them all living against thehill.  He told them to survey their town site, build a strong fort, and move out away from the hill.He said the Indians could come down from the hill and massacre every man, woman, and child before they were aware of what was happening.  The people took his advice and built a good-&lt;br /&gt;sized fort, the northwest corner of which was directly across from the present Manti City Hall. A little rock school house now stands on the spot where the northwest corner of the fort was and on that spot Flora Clarinda Washburn had her home.  Several of her children were born there, the last one born there being Lorena Eugenia Washburn Larsen.&lt;br /&gt;This heroic colony were true pioneers.  While they built homes, cleared the land and got it under cultivation, they had to keep a watchful eye on the bands of Indians who roamed through that part of the country, and occasionally had to battle with crickets and grasshoppers which, without a mighty united effort, would have destroyed all their crops.  They also had to produce all their shoes and clothing. Hyrum and Parley Washburn have both stated that while living in Manti about the year 1862-3 that the grasshoppers had almost destroyed the crops, and when the next planting time came, seed wheat was so scarce that their father was compelled to plant the small amount of fifteen pounds per acre, but through the blessings of the Lord he reaped forty-five bushels per acre.&lt;br /&gt;The women took the wool newly shorn from the sheep, cleaned it, then with hand cards carded, spun, dyed and wove it into suitable cloth for men's, women's and children's clothing . One year when the crops had been almost destroyed by insects, Abraham took Flora Clarinda to Sessions Settlement and left her and her family there while he went to the Platt river and helped run a ferry.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Washburn built a small tannery where both upper and sole leather was tanned with a tan bark which he procured in the mountains nearby.  He also built a shoe shop where he and others made shoes for the townspeople. Abraham was a studious and a kind man.  He advocated free schools in those early days and often said that every man has a right to be well born and educated.  Each morning he told his&lt;br /&gt;children to be kind to their mother and save her all the steps they could.  He was always active in church affairs.  He was a Ward Teacher during the time that he lived in Manti.  He was the firs tSuperintendent of Sunday School in Manti.  He was also a member of the first city council. He built his permanent home one block east of Main Street.  He owned the lot next south of the little fort on main street, and then straight through to the next street east.  His lot on Main Street is where a part of the main business section is now on the east side.&lt;br /&gt;In the spring of 1864 there were some glowing reports circulated about the fine&lt;br /&gt;opportunities for making a settlement at Marysvale.  Thomas Bowles from Nephi, several men from Fountain Green, Abraham Washburn and Edward Faux from Manti loaded their wagons with farm implements, seed, grain, and some provisions and started for that place.  On getting as far as Marysvale Hill they met some men who told them they could just as well go back for there was six months winter and seven months more of cold weather at Marysvale.&lt;br /&gt;They came back to where Monroe now is and looked over the land and decided to make a settlement there.  While Ed Faux surveyed the land, Abraham Washburn took his son Hyrum andwent up the canyon to find out something about the water and wood supply.  They visited the hotsprings and he examined that water and declared that it contained curative qualities.  Hyrum said his father cleared out a spring and took a bath, perhaps the first bath that a white man had taken in that water .Abraham and Thomas Bowles decided to return to their homes, but the majority remained and made preparations to make a permanent settlement.  A town one mile square was surveyed and laid out into lots or blocks with wide streets.  When Abraham and the others reached Manti again, all the neighbors came to hear a report of their trip.  During the evening while neighbors were [there], busily talking, baby Orson, the youngest of the Washburn children, fell into a bed of hot coals in the fireplace and was seriously burned, but not fatally.&lt;br /&gt;In May 1865, the Black Hawk War commenced, and Abraham Washburn with nearly every other man in Sanpete and surrounding counties had to help protect themselves, their families, and property from their savage foes.  There was standing guard on the outposts of  the settlement, guarding the cattle in large corrals where they had been brought for safety, and many other duties incident to such a time. Those who were living in the parts of the country affected by that war will remember the&lt;br /&gt;feeling of dread and excitement which took hold of every individual at the sound of the bass drum in the night time.  That was the signal that the Indians had made a raid on some settlement, or had killed some individuals, or had or were running off  the cattle from some section of the country.  It was also the signal for every able-bodied man to gather on the public square, ready for immediate action.  The mothers and children were terrified as the fathers and big brothers dressed hurriedly, took what guns, often an old musket, and ammunition were on hand, and&lt;br /&gt;rushed out in the darkness to learn what had happened and, if necessary, go in pursuit of Indians. The majority of the locks on the house doors were very primitive in those days.  They consisted of a long wooden latch on the inside, with a catch nailed on the door casing for the latch to fall into, and just above the latch was a small hole in the door through which a buckskin string was put to the outside of the door.  You pulled the string and the latch would fly up and the door opened.  On occasions when the men were all called out in the nighttime, the mother or some member of those left in the house would pull the string inside and all hands would begin to move a large flour box or the heaviest movable thing in the house against the door for greaterprotection.  All members of the family left at home would huddle into some corner, filled withanxiety waiting for news of the cause of the night call.&lt;br /&gt;There were many soldier boys, volunteers from Salt Lake and surrounding country, whocame to Manti to help the settlers during that war, and their headquarters were in the little fortjust back of Abraham Washburn's corrals.  His young son Hyrum often helped take care of their horses, and many are the good meals that some of the officers and men ate at his house.  Among the soldiers was Benjamin Ashby, an old and special friend of Abraham Washburn.&lt;br /&gt;As I remember it, Mr. Vance and Houts, two soldiers from the camp who ate their&lt;br /&gt;breakfast at our house in the morning were killed during the day at Twelve-Mile Creek.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Washburn had an old style flintlock musket with a bayonet on the end, which&lt;br /&gt;he had used as a member of the Nauvoo Legion, but when the Indians got on the warpath he solda fine ox valued at forty dollars for a new Ballard gun. There were a few Indians who had worked for Abraham prior to the war, and some of them loved him dearly for his kindness to them and his honesty in his dealings with them. Among them was Indian Joe, a chief, and on a few occasions when the whites were in battle with them or very close on their trail, he would call to some men whom he knew and send a message to Abraham and others of his dear friends.  On some occasions when cattle were being driven off, he would turn back some that had the brand of his special friends on them.  It was&lt;br /&gt;understood quite generally among the men that he was a friend of the whites.&lt;br /&gt;Years after that war, Indian Joe met some of Abraham Washburn's sons in Grass Valley and he hugged and kissed them for the love which he bore for their father.  On one occasion after Abraham moved to Monroe, the son of Indian Joe, who was now a chief, brought his band of Indians there and when he saw Abraham, he was overjoyed and gave him his finest buffalo robe as a token of his father's great love for him.&lt;br /&gt;After the Indian War in the fall of 1871, Abraham took a part of his family, sons and sons-in-law and went to Monroe to see what the prospects were for getting farms for them, as his great desire was to keep his family together.  They all decided to move to Monroe the next spring, so his sons and sons-in-law worked a part of that winter on the old canal along with William Warnock, one of their Manti friends who had decided to move with them.  In the spring of 1872 they sold their possessions at Manti and moved to Monroe.  Abraham Washburn continued to work at his trade of shoemaking, but he sent to Salt Lake City for his supplies of all kinds.  At that time many men were working at the Marysvale mines and from them he received many orders for fine boots and shoes, which were promptly filled.&lt;br /&gt;After a few years, the United Order came and Abraham was called to go to Glenwood and preside over the county tannery to make leather mainly for the people in the United Order in Sevier County.  He held this position until the Order was dissolved.  He had Andrew Hepler, Charles Segmiller, Rudolph Richambough, and others working under his supervision in that tannery.&lt;br /&gt;His wife Tamar kept house for him there, and during that period she received a legacy from her father's estate in New York.  Again her liberality was exhibited.  She gave fine presents to all her own children and to some members of her husband's other family.  The Washburn family turned everything they owned except their house lot and sewing machine into the United Order. Before the United Order was organized, Abraham dreamed that he saw President William Segmiller, who was then president of Sevier Stake, and Tompson Lisonbee, the bishop of Monroe, holding men down and forcibly shaving their whiskers off.  In the years that followed, the dream was fulfilled, not exactly in the way in which he saw it.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham was always looking for opportunities to serve God or his fellowman.  He was a saint in every sense of the word.  He was a gentle, kind nurse in his own family.  His wife Flora Clarinda was always busy with many public duties and often when members of the family were not well, Abraham would nurse the children while his wife Clarinda went out to nurse, comfort ,and cheer others.&lt;br /&gt; At Christmas time early in the 1870's, the Washburn relatives all joined together and had&lt;br /&gt;a large Christmas tree, the first one in Monroe, and Abraham was Santa Claus. Abraham was a peace-loving man who always put oil on the troubled waters and tried to&lt;br /&gt;draw the innermost feelings of people together and cement them with love and good fellowship. He looked for and found the good, the genuine qualities in his fellow men.  In the early days in Monroe there was a crowd of boys who did many little things which were very disagreeable to some of the people.  Abraham said that anyone who is capable of doing mean things is just ascapable of doing good if you just get them turned in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham was a very hospitable man and had many fine friends dear friends he had known and associated with in Nauvoo, friends he had worked with in Winter Quarters and on his journey across the plains and these friends were often his guests.  Even in the early days in Monroe when hay was scarce, I have known times when he has fed as many as eleven teams in one night, teams belonging to his traveling friends who he housed and fed.  His children sometimes felt that it was quite a burden to have so many people to look after.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham and his friends, after the evening meal, would sit and relate their early&lt;br /&gt;experiences in the church.  Those who listened to these discussions grew spiritually while&lt;br /&gt;volumes of unwritten church history was given verablly by those who took part in it.  And tothose yet living, those talks of the early days are treasured memories.&lt;br /&gt;Abraham was ordained a patriarch for Sevier County by Apostle Albert Carington in 1884.  He gave one hundred sixty-two blessings in nineteen months.  Bent F. Larsen, his then small grandson, received the first blessing. Abraham Washburn died of Bright's disease at Monroe, Sevier, Utah June 17, 1886 and was buried in Monroe.  For three successive Sundays after his funeral in Sacrament Meeting the speakers referred to the splendid life of Abraham Washburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          *********************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-3204149159596832588?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/3204149159596832588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/09/abraham-washburn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/3204149159596832588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/3204149159596832588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/09/abraham-washburn.html' title='ABRAHAM WASHBURN'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SNzxuCRjXII/AAAAAAAAAGo/Lu34bF2nBKk/s72-c/Picture+9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-570257501639338779</id><published>2008-08-12T17:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:27:49.735-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TRADITIONS'/><title type='text'>Mr. BASEBALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SKIiiEnqyaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/iGSuFb_Wct0/s1600-h/Barney.Duane.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SKIiiEnqyaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/iGSuFb_Wct0/s400/Barney.Duane.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233783685708958114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duane will live on in the souls of many kids who grew up in the Sevier Valley especially Annabella and Central Valley.  He was our Little League coach.  Not just a coach but a legendary coach who deeply touched each of our lives.  His tough exterior did not camoflage his big heart.  He once nailed Delyle Ogdens feet to the ground to prevent him from stepping in the bucket.  My friends, Mike Carr, Dean &amp; Terry Bybee, Mark Hawley, and my brother Eric, found here a 2nd father figure.  He coached us in All-Stars as well.  Gary, Rex and Dorthy thanks for sharing.  Our thoughts are with you.  We have great memories.  Most of us developed a great love of Baseball all through our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-570257501639338779?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/570257501639338779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-baseball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/570257501639338779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/570257501639338779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/08/mr-baseball.html' title='Mr. BASEBALL'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SKIiiEnqyaI/AAAAAAAAAGA/iGSuFb_Wct0/s72-c/Barney.Duane.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-4629140028987095542</id><published>2008-08-12T10:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:32:48.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>CAMP'IN on COVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385372168639&amp;amp;site=widget-bf.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385372168639&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-bf.slide.com/p1/2594073385372168639/bb_t048_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SmQNxJB7zMI/AAAAAAAAARo/wd3QcXMH528/s400/spider.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360424594366516418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-1314823408303246926?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xrxVbT3IVYc' title='SPIDER BULL Monroe Mountain'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1314823408303246926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/1314823408303246926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/1314823408303246926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='SPIDER BULL Monroe Mountain'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SmQNxJB7zMI/AAAAAAAAARo/wd3QcXMH528/s72-c/spider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-3337777135700071966</id><published>2008-07-27T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:56:16.561-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawley'/><title type='text'>Hawley Geneology</title><content type='html'>William Fletcher Reynolds married Anna Hawley in 1846 in , Davis, Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Hawley [Parents] was born on 15 Jul 1829 in Yarmouth, Nova Scotia, Canada. She died on 28 Jan 1861 in Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah and was buried in Jan 1861 in Pleasant Grove Cemetery, Utah, Utah. Anna married William Fletcher Reynolds in 1846 in , Davis, Iowa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyrus Benjamin Hawley [Parents] was born on 20 Aug 1832 in Yarmouth, Prov. of London, Upper Canada. He died on 9 May 1909 in Sunny Dell, Bingham, Idaho and was buried on 12 May 1909 in Sunny Dell, Bingham, Idaho. Cyrus married Rachel Mary Ann Allred on 12 Jul 1853 in Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Mary Ann Allred married Cyrus Benjamin Hawley on 12 Jul 1853 in Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa Smith Hawley [Parents] was born on 30 Jun 1835 in Yarmouth, London, Upper Canada. He died on 24 Jan 1917 in Inverury, Sevier, Utah and was buried in Inverury, Sevier, Utah. Asa married Mary Beers on 15 Nov 1854 in Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other marriages: &lt;br /&gt;Stewart, Mary Priscilla &lt;br /&gt;Mary Beers married Asa Smith Hawley on 15 Nov 1854 in Pleasant Grove, Utah, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa Smith Hawley [Parents] was born on 30 Jun 1835 in Yarmouth, London, Upper Canada. He died on 24 Jan 1917 in Inverury, Sevier, Utah and was buried in Inverury, Sevier, Utah. Asa married Mary Priscilla Stewart on 30 Jan 1871 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other marriages: &lt;br /&gt;Beers, Mary &lt;br /&gt;Mary Priscilla Stewart married Asa Smith Hawley on 30 Jan 1871 in Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jas. Ephraim Hawley [Parents] was born on 12 Feb 1840 in , Davis, Iowa. He died in 1863. Jas. married Suzan Armanda McArthur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzan Armanda McArthur married Jas. Ephraim Hawley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-3337777135700071966?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/3337777135700071966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/07/hawley-geneology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/3337777135700071966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/3337777135700071966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/07/hawley-geneology.html' title='Hawley Geneology'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-1183313440878820934</id><published>2008-07-27T10:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:29:45.570-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawley'/><title type='text'>Asa HAWLEY handcart rescuer</title><content type='html'>About this time Goudy Hogan and Franklin Standley, with others from northern settlements, were called "to go out with 4 horses to each wagon to haul provisions to the handcart people." They had been told that it would take ten days but once on the trail they were shuffled east to help Martin's company so that it was forty days before they returned.109 Several weeks later Asa Hawley and others of the Utah County militia had been sent out."110&lt;br /&gt;These were the later teams for whom Captain Grant had waited in exasperation. There was nothing cowardly about them, whatever Grant's men might think. First, without hard facts as to where they were going and what was needed, it was difficult to know how much to risk. Second, the roads in places were nearly impassable by late October, whereas for Grant's party the roads had been quite reliable. These later rescuers were in as much danger of frozen limbs and starvation if they pushed too far too fast as were the immigrants. Crossing Big Mountain, Asa Hawley and others had encountered snow "up to the tops of our wagon bows." It reminded him of Bonaparte crossing the Alps. "We ploughed our way through and went on." Some of his companions had their feet badly frozen and had to be left on the Weber, Bear, and Yellow rivers to recuperate. But on the way back, wrote Hawley, these boys made it all up—they were fresh and strong and "took hold with a will, which relieved us very much."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-1183313440878820934?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/1183313440878820934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/07/asa-hawley-handcart-rescuer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/1183313440878820934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/1183313440878820934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/07/asa-hawley-handcart-rescuer.html' title='Asa HAWLEY handcart rescuer'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-138276621759702071</id><published>2008-07-27T09:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T09:52:50.086-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roberts'/><title type='text'>Dad and horse...kool stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIyZl1gsN7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/3zplfecEY3A/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIyZl1gsN7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/3zplfecEY3A/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227722142768707506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-138276621759702071?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/138276621759702071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/138276621759702071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/138276621759702071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='Dad and horse...kool stuff'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIyZl1gsN7I/AAAAAAAAAFA/3zplfecEY3A/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276482322480125920.post-5265812017749275912</id><published>2008-07-25T16:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:30:51.714-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawley'/><title type='text'>ASA HAWLEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIyc8KvD_WI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aLcGqVXXGzI/s1600-h/Asa+Hawley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIyc8KvD_WI/AAAAAAAAAFI/aLcGqVXXGzI/s400/Asa+Hawley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227725824958135650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASA HAWLEY&lt;br /&gt;Asa S. Hawley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The cholera broke out in our camp. The most sorrowful to me was the death of Sister Winters, one of God's noble and courageous women. We buried her on the Platte River opposite Scott's Bluffs. Great was our sorrow in having to leave her there. She has gone to her rest."&lt;br /&gt;(Asa S. Hawley, Autobiography, carbon copy of typescript, HDC.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young boy, Asa Hawley journeyed across the plains to Utah with his parents.  He was old enough to vividly remember fascinating scenes that left a deep impression all his life.  Not only did he remember, the persecution that led to their Utah departure but death and struggle and destitute followed on the trail.  Burying those you loved and came to know became part of the course of life.  There was this promised land of hope that propelled them to endure the hardships.  The endless bellowing of buffalo and the fascination with Indians particularly played upon the mind of the young boy.  Fantasy was the escape that one need to endure.&lt;br /&gt; It may well have been family tradition that led the life course of Asa...his father having been known as “The Captain” and others before him having been heros of the Revolutionary War.  After arriving in Utah and adding a few years,  Asa became a minuteman for the Utah Militia.  In 1853, the War with Walkara broke out.  One night,  they were dispatched to the little settlement of Palmyra arriving none too soon at 3’o'clock in the morning to find the Mormons barricaded in one log cabin completely surrounded with Indians.  They were young heros and this fed upon their egos but the reality of their precarious existence soon turned to gloom.  They were but meager pioneers thinly spread in small settlement among hostile Indians.  They were strictly admonished by Brigham Young to kill only if absolutely necessary.  So the young egos vanished as the call to save came often too late and they could only chase the hostile away without inflicting revenge which was forbidden.  They rode by night and fought by day with an endless call to keep the Native in check.  From Utah County to the Sanpete to Cove Fort  to Iron County and back again.&lt;br /&gt; Five of his company were once scaupted and killed in the Cedar Fort area of Utah county.  Asa wrote as he found the carnage, “...if ever in life I felt revengeful, it was here.”   They were weary and tired and thinly clad.  A bitter cold had settled in.  They were ill prepared to pursue but off they went.  It reminded him of Valley Forge.  They trailed the Indians to the Sevier sinks.  After 24 days out, the company turned back if but to save their own lives from the ravages of destitution and nature.&lt;br /&gt; In 1856 the call came to save a handcart company starving and snowed in some 200 miles East of Salt Lake.  It seemed an impossible task but the company took a wagon over Big Mountain with 4 feet of snow at its summit.  Most of the company had to turn back as frozen feet and fingers forced their departure.  The rest were able to save the handcart company.  The soldiers sacrificed all the comforts they had and quietly suffered as they nursed these pioneers back to strength.  They then had no choice, as winter was only beginning,  to get the wagon and people back to the Great Salt Lake Valley which was more difficult than the trip out, given the load of the people and the new snows.  They literally dug channels through the snow which given the time and conditions seemed an impossible task.  They saved the Handcart company.   They had done their duty.  One can only imagine the difficultly, as Asa departed from his own family each time, knowing of their loneliness without him but duty called. &lt;br /&gt; The next big event was the arrival of Johnson’s army.  Asa was part of the advanced scouting party who kept track of the army well before they entered the Rockies.  They went undercover and reported with expediency to Brigham Young all the threatening boasts that  followed the army as they made their way to Utah.  Without detail here, a very traumatic situation was handled and defused perfectly by Brigham Young.  &lt;br /&gt; Asa served for a time as the escort for George Smith the Commander-in-chief.  He was greatly impressed by the wisdom and character of this church leader and often talked of their many campfire sermons.  He left a great impression that carried through-out Asa’s life.  This of course is only a brief accounting of the experiences of a true pioneer hero, Asa Hawley.  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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SHtqz60zBII/AAAAAAAAAAo/x_0pMlKo6is/s1600-h/Andrew+%26+carriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SHtqz60zBII/AAAAAAAAAAo/x_0pMlKo6is/s320/Andrew+%26+carriage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222885633062798466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Andrew Ola Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pictured here in his last days living with my great grandfather &amp;amp; grandmother (Parley &amp;amp; Hattie) likely in Burrville, Annabella or Glenwood.  He was a Pony Express rider, Indian fighter in the Black Hawk War, farmer, marshal of Ephraim &amp;amp; lover of the Book of Mormon.  He served a mission to Sweden where he was born.   His father Ola Anderson died shortly after bringing his family from Sweden to Fort Ephraim.   His friend Tore Thurston promised to take care of his family.  His wife Anna Borkersson married Tore Thurston for time only.  More on Tore later. Andrew Ola was buried in Glenwood with his wives which included my ancestor Hannah Stormfelt.  Anna was buried in Annabella near Tore. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/276482322480125920-291522101092545018?l=sageinthewind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/feeds/291522101092545018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/07/ancestors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/291522101092545018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/276482322480125920/posts/default/291522101092545018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sageinthewind.blogspot.com/2008/07/ancestors.html' title='Andrew Ole Anderson'/><author><name>Jeff</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SIpRqKx-UqI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aJ-Sj6Px_QI/S220/Picture+3.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RsuUA2Sffw4/SHtqz5c5pGI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fL5kCqWgi74/s72-c/Andrew+%26+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
