Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Degrey/Hall Family Histories

My parents had a copy of a book of family histories, which I've slowly been transcribing. It was originally given to them from my grand-aunt, Norda Wright Benson, and was published in 1952, though it appears the histories were collected earlier, perhaps as late as 1947. It appears to have been compiled by an M.S. Wood, whom I believe is my second cousin, twice removed by marriage and may still be alive somewhere.

I had transcribed six of the histories when I made the acquaintance of one Victor Hall of Rockville, UT, -- another second cousin, twice removed -- who provided me with a CD that had all of them (and more!) transcribed. With his blessing, I've completed this particular collection, and will publish the remainder of what he sent to me in due time.

The Table of Contents is listed here, and you may follow the links to any history.

-- Foreword
-- A Word of Thanks
-- Maria Brooks DeGrey (1805-1876)
-- Alfred DeGrey (1831-1885)
-- Samuel DeGrey (1861-1945)
-- Maria Jarman DeGrey (1865-1953)
-- Selina DeGrey Hall (1833-1901)
-- John Charles Hall (1821-1890)
-- Charles Alma Hall (1854-1945)
-- Sarah Lacey Vickers Hall (1857-1942)
-- Charlotte Maria Hall Foulger (1855-1938)
-- John Thomas Hall (1861-1947)
-- William Brooks Hall (1867-1936)
-- Kezia DeGrey Hall (1837-1905)
-- Alfred Lorenzo Hall (1858-1934)
-- Julia Hansen Hall (1860-1935)
-- Alice Maude Hall Langston (1864-1922)
-- Jacob Langston (1863-1930)
-- Annie Selina Hall Stout (1866-1931)
-- John Henry Fisk Stout (1863-1933)
-- Adelia Hall Dalton (1870-1908)
-- Alonzo Dalton (1867-1925)
-- Myra Hall Lemon (1872-1951)
-- Jesse Newton Lemmon (1871-1956)
-- Arthur Wright Hall (1875-1955)
-- Adlinda DeMille Hall (1878-1963)
-- Dora M. Hall Stout (1878-1940)
-- Maria DeGrey Smith (1840-1879)
-- Charles N. Smith (1824-1897)
-- George Alfred Smith (1861-1935)
-- Hyrum Bowles Morris (1863-1914)
-- George Baddley (1825-1875)
-- George Baddley II (1869-1928)
-- Alfred Lorenzo Baddley (1862-1936)
-- Maria Baddley Rossiter (1866-1950)
-- Sarah DeGrey Dixon (1845-1926)
-- Henry Aldous Dixon (1835-1884)
-- Arnold Dixon (1884-1960)
-- Maria Louise Dixon Taylor (1872-1947)
-- A tribute to Aunt Rye (Maria Louise Dixon Taylor - see previous)

Degrey/Hall Family Histories Thanks

Without the generous service and assistance of the many contributors to the wealth of valuable information, these little sketches would not have been compiled and published. The historian wishes to express the appreciation to all those who have assisted in the preparation of this book.

To my husband, Garner D. Wood, for his patient cooperation during the months of research and contact, both in person and through correspondence; to John C. Hall for the information on his parents' histories; to Afton Ballard for his cooperation in the compilation of the histories of Charles Nephi Smith and Maria DeGrey; to Elsie Wood, Edna Gibson, and those who assisted them, for their information on their parents, John Henry Fisk Stout and Anne Selina Hall; to Sebra DeGrey Crowton for the information used in the history of Alfred DeGrey; to Mrs. Ellis Donaldson for her assistance in the writing of the history of Alfred Lorenzo Baddley; to Maria Jarman DeGrey for her gracious cooperation on the history of her husband, Samuel DeGrey, her father-in-law, Alfred DeGrey and herself; to Arnold Dixon for his own history and the fine history on Henry Aldous Dixon; to Mrs. Roy C. Moody for her preparation of her mother's history; to Arthur D. Taylor for his information used in the personal history of Sarah DeGrey; to Mariah B. Rossiter for her cooperation in the research on Charlotte DeGrey; to Mrs. Leona S. westover for the information used in the history of George Alfred Smith; to Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Hall for their own histories; to Mariam Cromar for the assistance rendered in regards the history of Charlotte Marie Hall; to Eldon and Donna Lemmon for their helpful assistance on the personal history of Myra Hall Lemmon; to Lorraine Lemmon for her preparation of the story of Jesse Lemmon; to Marguerite Wood for her assistance on the histories of her parents, Adelia Hall and Alonzo Dalton; to Maria Dixon Taylor for her own history and the history of George Baddley; to Nora Lund and Vern Hall for rendering assistance on the history of their parents, Alfred Lorenzo Hall and Julia Hansen; to Ralph Baddley for his generous efforts in the compilation of the histories of Charlotte DeGrey, George Baddley (I), and George Baddley (II); to Murray Hall for his assistance on his father's history; to Eldwin Stout for the history on his mother, Dora Martha Murton Hall; to Orson Hall for the information supplied for his father's history, and to the many who have not been herein mentioned for their helpful assistance in the histories compiled.


NOTE: Any error or misrepresentation found in this collection of histories will be promptly corrected with definite proof furnished by the reader.

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DeGrey/Hall Family Histories Foreword

This book of histories, though small in size, is great in its content of faith, hope, and courage. Within its cover is found the story of a mother and her family, who, with faith and resolution, accepted the Gospel of Jesus Christ amid strong objection from relatives and friends, and in so doing, accepted the responsibilities and hardships the like of which few women in history have endured. The qualities of fidelity and devotion to a worthy cause of this mother have been magnified and rewarded through the acts and deeds of the many who have followed as descendants of Maria Brooks DeGrey.

I, as compiler of these personal histories, have learned to love and respect each one as he took his place in the pattern of life; as he fulfilled his mission wherever he was sent to build and develop a new land; as he suffered in hunger, pain, and anxiety; and as he faithfully gave credit to his God for his home, family, and way of life.

This little collection is dedicated to the memory of a good and wise mother, who braved the scorn of friends and relatives to seek the truth, and to the hope that we, as descendants, will bring honor to her posterity through great works in genealogical channels.

M.S. Wood

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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

A Tribute to Aunt Rye (Maria Louise Dixon)

They ask, "What is in a name?" It seems to me
There is much that is unseen¬
Something of the divine, that symbolizes ones identity
in this life and all eternity.
There are names that stir the soul, when they fall upon the ear
Names that keep us free from all fear.
There are names we mention in reverent awe melodic and tender like a refrain and
Names of heroes that have become a part of our country's fame.
Names flashed on Broadway for all to see
Names that signify a high degree.
And just names of sweet simplicity like "Aunt Rye".
I have loved this name since the days of my youth,
And idolized its owner for her virtue, wisdom and truth
"Aunt Rye", it is such a homespun, humble name
No glamour or pretentiousness did its bearer ever claim.
Calm and serene she stood, meeting life's tests and trials
Believing life was good.
"Aunt Rye" was a participant in life; she liked to be in the midst of things
And share its joy and strife.
Names were very important to our "Aunt Rye"
Names of the living and names of the dead
She believed in salvation's plan and always had much work ahead.
She enjoyed Temple work, and she always tried to do her share
For the less fortunate souls who haven't the gospel over there.
Her genealogy records are well done
She toiled to complete them from sun to sun.
"Aunt Rye" was steadfast in her faith
She loved the Gospel Plan.
She loved her God and served him well; she loved her fellowman.
"Aunt Rye" was a saleslady; she had loveliness to sell
"Aunt Rye" was a dreamer and planner, and she always planned well.
"Aunt Rye" was a comforter; she was always where
illness and grief were causing despair.
Her presence was soothing;
in healing she had skill.
When asked if she'd stay with you, she always answered, "Sure, I will".
We all felt relieved when "Aunt Rye" was close by.

ecause on her helpfulness we could always rely.
"Aunt Rye" was a historian and recorder, too.
She was proud of our pioneers and preserved their life stories for all of you.
She cherished her birth right.
Was proud of her kin,
And what they had been.
She painstakingly preserved their history
for all of her beloved posterity to see.
"Aunt Rye" was a student; she liked to read
She appreciated talent and liked to see fools succeed.
She endeavored to find out about the new things in her daily pursuits.
In this way she acquired much knowledge;
Became an educated person without going to college.
"Aunt Rye" was a teacher of Zion's youth;
She loved little children and taught them the truth.
"Aunt Rye" was a devoted sweetheart and wife.
Always pretty and neat.
She seemed to sparkle;
Her spirit was so sweet.
Her choicest role was that of mother¬
She placed that assignment above any other.
Her home was her castle:
Love and good will did abide
The atmosphere was lovely, because peace and tranquility reigned inside.
Her family by good example were taught.
She practiced doing good;
Her character and service have honored womanhood.
Her family have all lived exemplary lives,
As have their children and their devoted wives.
This to their parents much happiness brought.
"Aunt Rye" was enthusiastic and busy as a bee
She lived life abundantly and gloried in its opportunity.
She liked to work; liked to play.
She loved to chat with her family and friends; always had something interesting to say.
She liked to laugh, hike, and swim,
And was always full of vigor and vim.
Folks were anxious to meet "Aunt Rye", and passers by would say,
'So you're "Aunt Rye" Taylor, We've heard about you.
And soon they'd be calling her "Aunt Rye", too.
They felt a close kinship, because of the nice things she'd do.
And as the greatest of all teachers, by example taught,
"Aunt Rye's" splendid lessons to us all have brought
Renewed faith, better judgement, and many a good thought.
It has been said that all we take with us when we leave this earth
Is what we have given; service measures our worth.
As our Creator challenged us to do unto, the least of these
"Aunt Rye" has met this challange and her Creator will she please.
Her widow's mite was always giving of her time and substance
Each day from morn till night.
So' Aunt Rye" has taken with her something more precious than gold
Her record of good deeds will bring blessings many fold.
And the heritage she leaves to family, neighbors, and friends,
Remembering her goodness, no one knows how far its influence extends.
And to show our appreciation for this life so fine
We can, like her, so live
That we too may have something as worthwhile to give.
And I know today in that eternal home not so far away
"Aunt Rye" will not sit idly by--
She'll be helping always doing her share.
And folks, there, too, will love our "Aunt Rye"¬
I know that my Redeemer Lives, and spirits like "Aunt Rye's never die.

Maria Louise Dixon (1872-1947) Aunt Rye

Crossing the plains in the same company in their migration to Zion were Henry Aldous Dixon, recently from South Africa, and Sarah DeGrey of Dudley, England. Both had accepted the Gospel and had joined the church in their respective homelands. Romance blossomed soon after they met. They were wed and together they planned a home in the "top of the mountains", where peace from persecution and security from molesting mobs could be found by all who sought them.

There was a large family of fine sons and daughters born to them. Like most of the saints, this particular family had their trials and struggles in their efforts for existance in this desert land. It was their united effort to meet the problems of life that brought the Dixon family close together and made them loyal to each other, both in sickness and in health.

One child, Maria, of whom we tell this story, was born five minutes past 9 o'clock on the night of January 5, 1872 in Provo, Utah County, Utah. She was blessed and given her name on January 13, 1872 by her father, Henry A. Dixon. Through most of her life she was known as "Aunt Rye" to all those who knew and loved her.

She received her schooling in Provo. Her first lessons in readin' and writin' were received in the little old adobe school, now replaced by the Lester Taylor home, under the watchful eye of Mrs. Oakley, her teacher. Later she attended the West School, which stood where the Pioneer Park is presently located.

Her father died when Maria was only twelve years old, leaving two wives and thirteen children. The hardships and burdens increased with the loss of her beloved father, but she was able to continue her schooling. She was a member of the first class at the old Parker School, with George H. Brimhall as her teacher. She finished her schooling at the Brigham Young Academy.

Because of necessity of her desire to accomplish much, Maria worked for Robert Skelton in the Provo Book and Stationery for many years prior to her marriage, and became a successful sales and business woman.

The desired life in the thriving communities of Utah was the family life, consequently, Maria married the man of her choice, Arthur N. Taylor, on May 9, 1894 in the Salt Lake Temple. She was but a young lass of twenty two, but she turned her heart to the task of building a comfortable and happy home and rearing a family. Many were the happy times and the sad times which came to this family.

In October, 1900, Maria's husband left her at home with three young boys, Arthur, Lynn, and Elton, to care for while he filled a mission in England. It meant extra work for her, but so much happiness for them both because they knew it was the Lord's work. So, happily, Maria worked hard to make it possible for her husband to do his missionary work.

In 1902, Maria left her children in the care of her mother and went to England to join her husband. She, too, served as a missionary for six months before their return to their home and family. Those were happy, busy days for them both as they carried on with their work with diligence and much faith.

When they returned to Provo, they bought a fruit and dairy farm on the Provo Bench. They knew the farm would help train and develop the young bodies and minds of their boys. During the summertime they lived on the farm and Maria had her first experience as a farmer. Later the fruit farm was sold and the family acquired property at the mouth of the Provo River and Utah Lake. Besides the farming of sugar beets, they opened up a resort center and again, Maria showed her business abilities. She taught her children many valuable lessons in business management.

In all of their ventures and endeavors the Taylor family worked as a unit and cooperation was uppermost in the minds of both parents and children. Their church activities were of much importance to them. To be a cheerful and willing worker in their church, helped each family member to be a cheerful and a willing worked in the home. Maria was especially active throughout her own life. The Gospel was as precious to her as her own life.

In 1913, she was a counslor to Mary Davis in the Third Ward Primany. When the ward was divided, she was called to take Sister Davis' position. Maria then served as President of the Third Ward Primary for ten years. After being released from the primary, she served for twenty years as the Theological teacher in the Relief Society. She was treasurer of the Utah County Camp of the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers (DUP) for two terms. In June, 1939, she was elected historian of the 4th and 6th camps of the DUP, and later served as historian of the newly created Camp Provo.


She wrote many histories of pioneer families of the Provo Third Ward. Maria was very happy in this work and the records she made will continue down the stream of time to give later generations a

story of their progenitors.

In 1937, Bishop Eves called Maria to help organize the "Widows of the Third Ward". Her mother, Sarah Dixon, had previously been chairman of this same group. The organization raised funds through the sale of quilts, rugs, and pies, which paid for the carpeting and the electric organ for the Third Ward.

Maria and her husband were active in all church activities and were sincere in their desire to do the work of the Lord. Six of their sons filled missions in various parts of the world.

After the death of her husband in September, 1935, Maria bravely carried on and dedicated the remainder of her life to genealogical work. She worked in the Third Ward genealogy group for years. She spent many wonderful hours in various Temples and the genealogical research rooms.

Her social life was full from the time of her childhood until the day she was stricken to her bed. She loved all people she associated with and helped many who were in need. Wildwood, in Provo

Canyon, where Maria spent her summers, was one of the bright spots of her life. It was there that she entertained friends and relatives from far and near.

One of the proudest moments of her life was Mother's Day, May 11, 1941, when she opened the

Sunday edition of the Provo Herald and saw her own picture on the front page, with the caption "The Typical Mother of the Day" underneath it.

She died five minutes to twelve, noon, Monday, February 17, 1947 at the Latter Day Saints Hospital, leaving a posterity of twenty three grandchildren and the following children: Arthur D. Taylor, Bishop of Provo Third Ward; Lynn D. Taylor, former Bishop of Pleasant View Ward; Elton L. Taylor, President of Carbon Stake; Henry D. Taylor, President of Sharon Stake; Alice T. Nelson, Wife of Dr. Elroy

Nelson, Denver, Colorado; Clarence D. Taylor, Provo; and Ruth T. Kartchner, wife of Dr. Fred D.

Kartchner, Hawaii. Kenneth, who was the youngest son, died and was buried on his twenty seventh birthday, November 3, 1940. One brother, Arnold Dixon and two sisters, Mrs. J. W. Dangerfield and Sarah McConachie, also survived.

These words were penned by Maria as the closing lines in the history of her life which she wrote in 1940. "I am so grateful that I have seven of the kindest and dearest children anyone could wish to have to bring joy and comfort to me in my declining years; in fact, I feel that / am one of the most blessed women in the world."

Arnold Dixon (1884-1960) Autobiography

I, Arnold Dixon, was born at Provo, Utah County, Utah, on May 30, 1884 in an adobe house located at the corner of 2nd North and 3rd West Streets. His parents were Sara DeGrey and Henry Aldous Dixon.

Soon after I reached the age of eight I was baptized in June 1892 by Bishop R. S. GIbby. Then I was confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints in June 1892 by our Bishop, R.S. Gibby. I was ordained a Priest on December 8,1904 by Alfred W. Harding; a Seventy in the 123 Quorum on November 5, 1910 by J. Golden Kimball, and a High Priest on December 11, 1927 by J. William Knight. When I was sixteen years old I received a patriarchal blessing under the hand of Charles D. Evans on November 17, 1900. Even though I was quite young at the time, the blessing was a great help and guide to me.

I received my early education in the Provo district schools. I attended the B.Y.U. Preparatory School for one year, then for part of two years I studied bookkeeping, etc. at the B.Y.U. Commercial Department. The balance of my education and training was gained through the practical experience which included a great many hard knocks, that I received in the varied jobs I held.

As a small boy, I worked on the farm, which gave me a foundation knowledge of management. I worked at a "hand made brick yard" until the Provo Pressed Brick Co. was organized, at which time I helped to install machinery and worked at a number of different machines. Later I was the timekeeper and did some bookkeeping at the yard office. I worked about one year in the Provo office of the Provo Pressed Brick Co. and S. H. Belmont & Thomas Boardman as office manager and bookkeeper. I also worked for the Central Coal Company doing office work and unloading cars of coal.

I worked about four years in Salt Lake City in the State Treasurer's Office as secretary. The office at that time was in the Utah National Bank and I did some work for the bank at the same time. In that way I received a considerable amount of banking experience.

When I returned to Provo, I did many odd jobs and during the summer vacation time of the employees I worked at the Commercial & Savings Bank. I also was bookkeeper for the State Bank of Provo.

In 1906 when the Farmer's & Merchant's Bank was organized I became the bookkeeper and worked up to the position of cashier during the twenty five years I worked there. I was cashier of the bank at the time it was re organized.

While working at the Farmer's & Merchant's Bank I spent one two week's vacation and went to Hurricane where I helped organize the State Bank of Hurricane. I had every intention of moving to Hurricane as the cashier of the bank. I spent many nights writing letters and securing all the information I could regarding the amounts of deposits in both the St. George and Cedar City banks and the number of residents in the towns near Hurricane. I also drew up the Articles of Incorporation. I was promised a charter from the State Bank Commissioner in case the bank was organized.

When I arrived in Hurricane my cousin, Alfred Hall, and others were ready to subscribe the stock. Alfred and I called on Charles Petty, owner of the main general merchandise store, and were turned down cold. He informed us that a friend of his. J. W. Imlay, a big sheep man, was already going to open a bank. It was to be a branch of a new bank soon to be opened in Cedar City. I knew that could not be so because Mr. Imlay had no charter and branch banks were not allowed in Utah at that time.

The next man we contacted was David Hirschi, who was a director of the St. George Bank. He felt we were foolish to try and organize a bank in Hurricane, because we would not be able to get enough deposits and would not be able to sell the needed stock. So instead of helping us he only tried to discourage our efforts, but I knew that people in Provo would take what stock could not be sold in Hurricane.

Within the next few days we had enough stock subscribed to go ahead with the organization of the bank. On the day I was to return to Provo, I again called Mr. Hirschi and urged him to become the bank president because of his banking experience. I bade him good by and was on my way when he called me back and informed me that he would back the new bank.

I gave he and Alfred Hall the necessary papers and instructions for the organization and left. I arrived in Provo the following day and talked with the Farmers and Merchants Bank officials. They offered me an increase in salary besides a new position if I would remain with them. Mr. Hirschi wrote me that he was to be president and I was to be cashier. So many people wanted stock that they wanted to limit the stock issue to five shares per person or else $500.00, that I declined the offer to be cashier. I felt that I would have to work for a small salary, and I would expect to get dividends to make it worthwhile to move to Hurricane.

I offered to give David Hirschi's son, Claude, a short training in our bank at Provo, so he would be able to take over the position of cashier. I spent considerable time in training Claude. I also ordered all the books and stationery and a new safe, which was too small for the Bingham Bank after its purchase.

I was happy to be able to help Hurricane get their bank, which has been a great benefit to the community and is one of the best small banks in southern Utah.

After working in the banks, I took a job with John Manson in a coal mine prospect at Scofield in Carbon County. I also worked for the Denver & Rio Grande Railroad Company Section. While working on the tracks, a large steel bar fell on my foot, breaking one of my toes.

My next job was with the U.S. Government in the City and County Building as office manager for the R.F.C. for Utah County. I worked at this job for about one year but had to resign because of ill health. After I had regained my health, I secured a position with the B. D. Palfreyman Construction Company as office manager where I set up a new bookkeeping system for the company. I also worked for the Dixon Real Estate Company for about three years as bookkeeper.

I was employed by the Columbia Steel Company as an auditor during the construction of the Geneva Steel Plant. I was unemployed for the next few months, so I took a much-needed rest. I occupied my time in caring for my garden and home.

I next was employed by the Dixon Taylor Russel Company setting up furniture. I had no desire for office work, so I enjoyed the work in the furniture department. The pleasant change lasted only about three months when the manger asked me to assist in the office for a short while. However, after a month in the office I was given the job of auditing all the branch stores books each month. I had seven stores to take care of and I was out of town quite a bit and was quite busy. I have been with this company over three years and expect to remain as long as my health will permit.

Despite the fact that my life appears to be full of banking and bookkeeping 1, nevertheless, had time for my family, home and church. In 1911, on November 15, 1 married a lovely young girl by the name of Letitia May Banks in the Salt Lake Temple. The ceremony was performed by Adolphus Madson and we were a very happy young couple that day. We made our home in Provo and to us were born ten children, seven sons and three daughters, namely: Howard Banks, born December 11, 1912, who married Fulvia Call; Evelyn, born May 30,1917, who married Donald H. Smith; Grant DeGrey, born April 11, 1919, and married Florence Rose Marks; Elson Arnold, born on March 31, 1921 and married Sarah Jean Dastrup; Bruce Royden, born February 13, 1923; Floyd Preston, born on November 6, 1924 (on a mission in Mexico); Gloria May, born on December 1, 1926, married Thomas W. Richardson; Robert Norman, born May 15,1930 (will marry Genniel Larsen on April 5, 1951); Douglas Wayne who was born May 15, 1932, and Doria Ann, born on March 19,1934.

I have tried to fulfill each calling which has come to me in my church. I was ward clerk for five years in Provo Third Ward; treasurer of the Third Ward Missionary Committee for a number of years. I was ward teacher in the Provo Fifth Ward for five years, ward teacher in the 30th Ward in Salt Lake City for two years and held the same calling in the Provo Third Ward for ten years. I always received much joy in doing this type of work, because I liked to meet and converse with people.

I am grateful to my Father in Heaven for the privilege of coming to this earth, of marrying one of the best young women of this world and for the ten fine children she has borne into me. I have a number of wonderful grandchildren of which I am mighty proud. My wife and I surely appreciate our family and desire to live long enough to see them all married and have families of their own. This is a history of my life to this date, February 25, 1951.

Henry Aldous Dixon (1835-1884)

Henry Aldous Dixon was born on March 14,1835 at Grahamstown, Cape of Good Hope, South Africa. He was the son of John Henry Dixon, who was born May 28, 1786 at West Ham, Essex County, near London, England. His mother was Judith Boardman, who was born December 16, 1776 at Newberry Lancaster, England. His parents were among the early settlers of the Albany District in South Africa, having emigrated in 1820 from England.

Henry Aldous had one full sister, Ann Judith Dixon Hartman, who was eight years older than he. She was very found of her younger brother even after he had accepted the very unpopular religion of the "Mormons" and had gone to America. Mormonism and the 14,000 miles which separated them was insufficient to destroy this affection of brother and sister. She would have joined the church in later years except for her husband's objections. There were also four half sisters and one half brother. All were older than Henry Aldous and pretty well matured by the time he reached school age.

In his infancy and youth, much of Henry's care was entrusted to native servants. One of the boy's servants who had been in the Dixon home for a long time and to whom Henry A. had become very much attached, finally left the Dixon employ and went back to his native way of life. Instead of building a wooden or grass kraal (hut) in which to live, the native boy set up housekeeping in a cave
located not far f from the Dixon home. Henry A. thought so much of this native servant that he saved his pennies and bought bread and cakes to take to the old faithful servant in the cave. Through contact with this old servant and other natives in the neighborhood, he was able to obtain first hand knowledge of the living conditions, the way of life, habits, dress and customs of the natives.

Henry was a true lover of nature and spent much of his time on the open veldt, watching the habits of the many and varied birds and animals, and admiring the flowers and foliage. There was one small bird which was of particular interest to him. It was called the Honey Bird. When the natives would see this bird flying about them, twittering to attract their attention, they would get a bucket or container and some kind of weapon, and follow the Honey Birds. Sometimes the bird would lead the natives to an old hollow tree which would be full of honey, and they would be able to fill their containers. At other times, they would lead to a dangerous snake or animal of which the birds were frightened and wanted the natives to kill. Whenever the natives found honey, they always left the tree truck so the birds could get into the honey. They loved the honey and consequently were called Honey Birds.

One of his chief delights in later years was the drawing of all kinds of pictures of animals, birds, natives, houses and trees on the nail of his thumb. The children from the neighborhood would sit by the hours and watch him draw these thumbnail sketches and listen to his fascinating stories of Africa. Two of his stories, as told to his daughters, Maria and Sarah, when they were little girls, are interesting to relate: The natives frequently captured Boa Constrictors [edit: likely "pythons"]. A small goat would be tethered to a tree in the jungle where the big snakes were known to be. Soon as the snake was attracted to the goat and swallowed it, it would go into a torpid stupor. The natives would then approach the snake with a long pole, which they would place alongside the snake and lashed to the snake's body. By so doing they could hoist the snake to their shoulders and carry it to a cage for keeping until they could sell it to the white people.

The early settlers had a difficult time to keep their crops from being stolen by the thousands of monkeys which were noisy inhabitants of the trees around the clearings. To capture them, a squash would be hollowed out and filled with grain. A small opening would be made in the side of the squash just large enough for the monkey to see through and through which he could thrust his paws. The monkey would reach into the squash and get a fist full of grain, even when approached by the settlers and he could not withdraw his paw while he clenched the booty.

At the age of fourteen, Henry entered an Agency Office as a collector and copying clerk. He became an excellent penman, not only with his right hand but he was equally as proficient with his left hand. In his diary, the only way one could tell which hand he used was by the slant of his works. When one hand became tired through writing, he would shift his pen to the other hand and continue writing.

After he left the Agency Office, Henry A. served for some time in a retail and wholesale store. Then later he worked at blacksmithing and wagon making for a few years.

He grew up in a religious environment. By his parents he was taught and he strictly adhered to the practices and beliefs of the Chruch of England. His mother, Judith Boardman, was the daughter of the Reverend William Boardman, the first Colonial Minister of the Church of England, and also the headmaster of the Grammar School at Bothhurst [edit: likely Bathurst]. It was from this source that Henry received the background for his undying testimony of the Gospel and his abundance of faith which characterized his entire life.

He was nineteen years of age when he first heard some Mormon missionaries preach the Gospel. The missionaries were Leonard Smith, Jesse Haven and William Walker. He listened to their message with interest and became convinced of its truthfulness and divinity, but was denied the privilege of joining the Church because of his youth. His father forbade him to accept the Mormon religion and said he would be cut off without a shilling of inheritance if he did join the Church. Being a man of honor, Henry promised his father that he would not be baptized before he was twenty one years of age.

On March 14, 1856, the day that Henry became twenty one years old, he was baptized a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints by John Elliston, a local member who held the off ice of priest. Three days later, he left his home upon request of his father, and sought employment. which would provide him with the necessary funds to take him to Utah. Upon his affiliation with the true Church of Christ, he was compelled to give up his comfortable and happy home, leave his sorrowing and heartbroken mother and sister and his determined and stubborn father. He was confirmed a member of the Church and ordained a teacher by E. W. Kershaw at Uiterhage in 1856. In the same year he was ordained on Elder in Port Elizabeth.

On November 1, 1856 he set sail for London, England in the brig "Unity", which was owned by two Mormons, who later immigrated to Utah. They arrived in London on January 12, 1857. In company with 816 others, Henry took passage from Liverpool, England on the ship "George Washington". After twenty three days on the Atlantic ocean, the boat landed at Boston, Massachusetts in March 1857. Upon arrival in America, Henry was short of money to continue his journey westward, so he accepted the offer of an elderly couple by the name of Walker to drive and care for their oxen and wagon. In payment, the couple agreed to provide the equipment and necessities for the entire trip. This offer made it possible for Henry to leave immediately for Zion, rather than stay in the East and work until sufficient money had been accumulated to finance the trip West. He was a member of Captain Martin's company. In the same company was Maria Brooks DeGrey, a widow, and her four daughters, emigrants from Dudley, England. During the westward trip, Henry occasionally saw a pretty little girl of twelve years running along side the DeGrey wagon. Although his attention was attracted to her, little did he realize that one-day she would be his wife.

After traveling a wearisome journey of 1300 miles by ox team and wagon, the little band of faithful pioneers arrived in Salt Lake Valley on September 12, 1857. Three days later, on September 15, 1857, Brigham Young issued a proclamation regarding the Johnson Army invasion and immediately the Territory Militia was ordered to report at Echo Canyon to maintain the entrance of same by force of arms if necessary. On September 27, 1857, Henry joined the group in its effort to repel the army. Some ten weeks later, after the snow had piled so high that the movements of the militia through the canyon passes was virtually impossible, Henry returned to his home.

It was the purpose of the militia men to construct fortifications and beast work at the "Narrows" in echo canyon and on the heights along the entire length of this mountain gorge. Had the United States Army moved through the canyon, they would have received a shower of boulders, rocks and bullets they had never before experienced.

After his return from the Echo Canyon expedition in December, 1857, although previously baptized in South Africa, Henry was re baptized and re confirmed by Elder L. 1. Smith of December 12, 1857. This same month he was called for mission to the Rio Virgin and Santa Clara settlements in Southern Utah. The community of Washington was organized for the sole purpose of raising cotton. Here the first cotton in Utah was raised. The experiment was quite unsuccessful because of bad seed (several years old) brought from Texas, unskilled irrigation, and general dissatisfaction with the country. Even the most faithful were discouraged and saddened by the cotton failure.

In 1860 Henry returned to Salt Lake City and secured a job with the pick and shovel in Sugarhouse. One day Brigham Young noticed young Henry as he worked and stopped to have a chat. At the conclusion of their conversation, President Young asked Henry to call at his office, where President Young later asked him to go on a mission to England and his homeland, Africa.

Henry, grateful for the opportunity, gladly accepted. He served first in Southampton and the Reading Conference of the British Mission for about a year, then received a letter of appointment to the South Africa Mission.

On September 7, 1861, President William Fortheringham, John Talbot, Martin Zyderlaan, and Henry A. Dixon boarded the sailing vessel, "Barque Sydney", a vessel of 340 tons bound for Capetown, South Africa.

Most of the voyage was quite pleasant except for certain periods. Crossing the equator brought very warm and uncomfortable weather and heavy storm and rough seas near the end of the voyage. After having sailed for twenty four hours in the storm, the boat was found on the leeward of the position where it had been on the previous day. In three days they made only fifteen miles.

When the boat was within a few miles of its destination, a heavy gale suddenly arose and carried the vessel forty miles further out to sea. The sailors became so fatigued in their battle against the elements of nature that the four young missionaries gave assistance by doing odd jobs. Provisions and water ran low and passengers were compelled to go on short rations of one biscuit per meal and two quarts of water per day per person.

While the ship was rolling and tossing in the rough waters, one of the Elders, who was very ill was told to get up because the ship was surely going to sink in the heavy storm. This did not bother the young missionary. He just turned over in his bed and told the companions that he had been set apart as an emissary to carry the Gospel to Africa and a little storm was not going to interfere with his carrying out his mission. Through the perspiration of the sailors and the constant prayers of the Elders, the ship successfully docked at the harbor at Table Bay on December 15, 1861.

In the January 7, 1862 issue of the Cape Argus appeared the following account of the arrival of the four Mormon missionaries: "Arrival of Mormon preachers for the Cape. Four preachers have just arrived in this colony from Utah, with a view of promulgating Mormon doctrines and winning converts to the Mormon faith. Two of the preachers are natives of Graham Town, who have been dwelling in Utah and who have returned to convert the colonial born. Their names are: John Tolbot and Henry Dixon. A Hollander named Martin Zyderlaan, also from the lake, is to preach in Dutch and convert the Dutch population. William Fotheringham, a Scotsman born but now like the other three a Mormon preacher and a citizen of the United States and direct from Utah, is, we understand, the leader. He assures us that the stories promulgated here, said to be by persons who have been disappointed after going over, are utterly untrue. He says all who have gone over are happy and prosperous, as is the State of Utah generally. He represents the soil as less fertiel than some of the United States but he says it yields in abondance and hemmed in as the Mormon people are by the hills, they live in peace and prosperity and no one can molest them from without. Of the truth of the Prophet's revelation, we adduce the following: (A revelation and prophecy by the Prophet, Seer and Revelator, Joseph Smith, given December 25, 1832.) This pamphlet published in 1851, entitled the Pearl of Great Price by Joseph Smith, First Prophet, Seer and Revelator of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and is said to be verified by the war now raging in America. Utah, Mr. Fotheringham states, stands by the Union and will be prepared to pay its quota towards carrying on the war. Utah, situated 1032 miles from the frontier boundary, will be taxed willingly for the war and will stand by the Constituation to the last." (Copied from Cape Argus January 7, 1862. Published by W. R. Murry. Copied by nearly all the paper in the Colony.)

Elder Henry A. Dixon stayed at Capetown, Mowbray, and vicinity until January 12, 1862. His parents sent his passage money and he sailed for Port Elizabeth. One of the Church members, Brother Glensay, loaned him a horse for the journey to Uitenhage. The greatest part of his mission was spent in and around his birth place of Grahamstown, Port Elizabeth, Uitenhage, King Williams Town, Beaufort, Adelaide, Eastern Province and Durban, Natal Provience. He traveled without "purse or script", something which his father could not understand. Even though his father did not agree with his affiliations and activities in the new Church, he occasionally furnished Henry with clothes and a little money to buy the necessities of life. There were times when his diet consisted of syrupsugar and water and bread.

While Henry labored in Grahamstown, his birth place, he was shunned by many of his former schoolmates, some of his relatives and friends. It grieved Henry very much for he loved his Gospel and also wanted the respect of his friends. Most of his relatives and friends were glad to welcome him back home by offering him entertainment and listening to his message. It was the members of the Church who consistently provided the missionaries with food, clothing and a place to sleep.

During his mission Henry felt that he had a definite mission to perform as his life was spared many times that he might accomplish his work. At Port Elizabeth on Friday, January 9, 1863, the following incident was recorded in Henry's diary: "This morning myself and Brother Atwood took Brothers Talbot and Stickly horses to bathe. I rode Brother Stickle's horse, a very large one, out into the breakers; a very heavy breaker covered us. The horse came nearly failing over. I let go the reins and swan. I did not apprehend any great danger. After struggling a few minutes I found I did not make much headway. Several heavy breakers came in quick succession over me. I felt my strength failing me. I prayed the Lord to preserve me. I tried to find ground but did not succeed two or three times. I began to drown; a great quantity of water having entered my body. I felt resigned that it was the Lord's will that I should die. Called to Brother Atwood, held up my hand to draw his attention, as there was such a current. He made an attempt, rode in but was quickly washed off his horse, had to return. It was root hog or die. He thought I was gone; knelt down and prayed. I struggled, found ground. Brother Atwood took me by the hand. A breaker knocked us down. He led me out. Death depicted in my countenance. I felt so weak, could not move my limbs for him to dress me. He administered to me twice. Brought up a considerable water and bile. He laid me down and went and got a cart and brought me to Brother Slaughter's. Was very weak and had a severe headache attended with fever. Was administered to by President Forthingham and Brother Atwood. Got some better. "

Many times during his mission, Henry was threatened with being mobbed. On one occasion, while preaching on the street, a mob gathered to disturb him. One man, owner of the hotel, threw a monkey on his head, but Henry was not scratched. The crowd then began to shove and push, throwing loose objects at him and even hit him over the head with sticks. Finally one gentlemen, realizing the situation, took Henry by the arm and led him into his garden. The mob started to follow, but were stopped at the gate to the garden by another gentlemen.

Judge Noon has related many stories and incidents that happened to the early missionaries when he was living at Ispingo, near Durban, natal. On one occasion, Henry was holding a street meeting. The crowd started to ask questions. Because they did not receive answer to their questions in the confusion which followed, the mob became angry. Soon they were calling Henry all sorts of vile names, and it soon developed into a unmanageable situation. Judge Noon and his brother, realizing the danger Henry was in, rode through the crowd on their horses and picked him up bodily and carried him away to their plantation.

In the latter part of 1864, after having endured many hardships, Henry completed his mission in South Africa. He bade his parents and many friends goodbye and returned to his adopted homeland.

After his return from his mission, Henry renewed his acquaintance and friendships. He visited often the home of Widow DeGrey. The older girls were all married and only Sarah and her mother were at home. Sarah, now a pretty girl of 20, attracted Henry's attention and they were married January 21, 1865.

In the spring of 1865, Henry was called to go to Sanpete County with Captain Andrew Burt's Company to assist during the Indian troubles with Chief Black Hawk.

On his return to Salt Lake City, Henry, being a man of ability and industry, secured a good position as tithing clerk in the tithing office. The newly married couple then built a little log house on the same lot with Mother DeGrey. Here mother and daughter could enjoy the close companionship of each other, yet maintain their own home. Their home was a happy one. On November 14, 1865, their first child, Henry Alfred, was born. Their happiness was marred when on July 1, 1867, their tiny son was taken from them; but to fill the emptiness was another son, John DeGrey, who was born on July 16, 1867.

As tithing clerk, it was Henry's responsibility to find accommodations and employment for newly arrived emigrants. In the Gillispie Company, which arrived in Salt Lake City in September, 1868, was a young black eyed girl named Mary Smith. She desired work to sustain herself as well as the good people who brought her with them from England. Henry was very much attracted by her fine appearance and womanly ways, even though she was only seventeen. For months Henry kept watch of her, and finally succeeded in claiming her as his second wife. They were married April 13, 1869,

For seven years Henry worked in the tithing office and established himself as an honest, upright, ambitious and conscientious man. In 1870, the Woolen Mill at Provo was built and President Brigham Young selected Henry to go to Provo as bookkeeper, where he remained for the next nine years. In 1871 he moved his two wives and their families to a newly constructed adobe house on the corner of 3rd West and 2nd North, just one block from his work at the factory.

During the period when Henry was bookkeeper at the Woolen Mills, he acted as Utah County Treasurer. Then on October 9, 1879, although in poor health, Henry left his families to accept the second call to labor in the mission field in Great Britain. It was a great sacrifice to be called to make, especially for his wives who would have to support themselves and their children. Here again was evidenced the faith and courage our pioneer ancestors possessed.

Henry made the voyage aboard the steamship "Arizona" of the Guion Lines. During the voyage the ship hit an iceberg. The ship was heavily damaged and the lives of the passengers were in peril but the ship finally made port at St. Johns, Newfoundland. The passengers remained at St. Johns one week then continued the voyage aboard the "Nevada".

From Henry's journal kept while traveling to his field of labor we read the following: "Aboard the S.S. "Arizona", Friday, November 7, 1879. About 8:45 p.m. the engines stopped and we felt a sudden shock. We are about having our evening prayers. Before we could do so we rushed on deck thinking we had struck a vessel, when lo and behold, we had struck an immense iceberg. We were going at the rate of 16 knots an hours. The force was so great as to completely stove in our bulkhead or bow, leaving about 20 tons of ice on the forecastle bulkhead. Broke both anchors. One chain was tested to hold 12 tons. A shocking site to behold. A very large hole in her just above the water edge; 4,000 gallons of water in the bulkhead. Two or three sailors buried in the ice in the forecastle some time before they could get out. One hurt very badly. It was a clear night, the iceberg looked to be a bluish white cloud looming up about 50 feet. An awful grand sight. The boats were ordered to be loosed from davids ready if needed. Considerable excitement on board. A Presbyterian minister with satchel in hand was ready to look to No. 1. Some women were terribly excited. We were from 240 to 250 miles from St. Johns, Newfoundland, steaming 8 or 9 knots an hours. Notwithstanding her situation. The "Arizona" steamship of the Guion line is built in seven compartments. All luggage was removed aft to lighten her. I called the boys together during the excitement and prayed the Lord to enable us to avert the calamity that it might be no worse. We exercised our Priesthood, prayed for a calm and that we might live, also all on board get to our destination, also the vessel. We went below to our cabins, prayed frequently, according to the order of the Priesthood, for a calm sea and no wind, as this is apparently our salvation temporarily. During the night we went on deck and while alone, rebuked the winds and waves. We have a calm sea. Prayers answered. Also prayed for a vessel to come to our rescue if necessary and wisdom to be given Captain and Prince of Power and air to have control at this time. Committed ourselves to God. In talking to some of the passengers, I promised no lives should be lost, or the ship either, in the name of the Lord.

St. Johns, Newfoundland. Sunday, November 9, 1879: Having remained in sight of harbor all night, arrived about 11:00 p.m. This morning at 8:00, pilot arrived aboard and took us into port. Very rocky coast, only one entrance to bay and that very narrow, rocks on either side. Inside a nice, comfortable harbor, completely land blocked. Must have been over 150 vessels of all sizes at anchor. People flocked down to wharf by thousands. Several boats filled with small boys. Saw more boys than since I left home, all healthy and strong. I suppose them to belong to fishing snacks or schooners. The population appears to contain a great many Irish people, contains about 49,000 of the islands 96,000. The streets were crooked in steps as it was along the hillside. The damage done to the vessel was greater than I anticipated. The break extended below the water mark the whole length of the keel.
After a very rough voyage the missionaries arrived in November 1879. Henry labored in the Liverpool conference for about one year, then was released to return to his home because of ill health. On arriving in Salt Lake City in November 1880, Henry obtained employment as assistant bookkeeper for the H. Dinwoody Furniture Company. One year later he resigned to take the position ,of clerk in Z.C.M.I. Henry still owned his home in Provo, One of his families was living there, and the other family had moved to Salt Lake City. When Z.C.M.I. build their new wholesale house in Provo, Henry applied for the position of Manager. His application was accepted and he was installed as the first manager of the Provo branch of Z.C.M.I. He was then united with both his families. Everything progressed smoothly and Henry began to prosper.

In May, 1874, his father had passed away in South Africa at the age of 88, and Henry received a small inheritance from his father's estate. This inheritance Henry wisely invested in the purchase of two farms. One, the brickyard farm, was located on the present site of the Provo Brick & Tile property; the other was located about one mile north in Carterville.

From these farms Henry harvested all the vegetables and fruit his families needed, as well as provided pasture land for his cows and horses.

This peaceful happiness and prosperity was cut short when Henry was stricken with pneumonia on April 28, 1884. He was just in the prime of his life at the age of 49 but his life had been rugged and full of toil. He passed away six days after he became ill on May 4, 1884.

Henry Aldous Dixon's death was mourned by the entire community. He had friends without number. It was said. To know Henry A. Dixon was to love him. Mrs. Samuel Jepperson said she heard President Brigham Young speak in the old Provo Tabernacle and say of Henry A. Dixon, "Of all the men I know and trust, Henry A. Dixon is one man I could trust with all my wealth and with all the wealth of the land, knowing full well that it would all be accounted for in detail when desired”

Sarah DeGrey (1845-1926)

The nineth child to born to John DeGrey and Maria Brooks was a little daughter, who was christened, Sarah. She was born on January 27, 1845 while her parents resided at Dudley, England She was but a wee child when her father died, leaving her mother to care for the large family.

Sarah was almost too young to realize the full significance of her father's death and her mother's sadness, but she did miss her "daddy."

A few years later some young men came to their home and talked with her mother and older brother and sisters. She listened intently, but did not fully understand the conversation. However, a few months after Sarah turned eight years old, she and her mother, brother and sister were baptized into a new church. It was so different from the way her little friends were baptized and when she was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter day Saints on June 22, 1853, she was indeed a happy and bewildered little girl.

Soon after her baptism, Sarah's mother began to plan and talk of their new home in America. Then in June 1856, the entire family with the exception of Alfred, Sarah's oldest brother, and Selina, who had married one of the young missionaries, sailed from England on the "Well Fleet" for America.

After six weeks in crossing the vast Atlantic Ocean, the family walked down the gangplank at Boston. They were without further funds so while awaiting the arrival of Selina and John, Maria and her daughters found employment in different homes. Sarah was only eleven years old, but she, too, worked. She, however, became so homesick and lonesome that her mother gained permission to take her into the home where she was employed.

The family for whom Maria worked was a family by the name of Colburn. They had a daughter about the same age as Sarah and the two girls became dear friends. When it came time for the DeGrey family to continue their journey West, Mr. Colburn told Sarah's mother: Mrs. DeGrey, you have been with us so long we have learned to love you and your little daughter, Sarah. We would like to keep her as a companion for our little girl. We would educate her and do for her as we would our own. "

Sarah's mother was grateful for the Colburn friendship but declined the generous offer. So in April, 1857, the family left Boston and traveled to the Missouri River and from there the group of nine continued across the plains to Utah in one wagon. The younger children were compelled to walk. So Sarah has credit for walking nearly 2,000 miles. For being so young, the long slow trek to the Great Salt Lake Valley was more of a pleasurable adventure than a time of hardships and sorrows. At the close of each day the weary little bodies rested in sleep and then were full of vim and energy for the following day.

On a Saturday, September 12, 1857, the Jesse B. Martin company arrived in Salt Lake City. The weary and footsore travelers welcomed the Sabbath on the morrow, as they really needed rest and uplift, both physically and spiritually. Even so, the valley was beautiful, dressed in its autumn hues. The desert had indeed blossomed "as the rose".

Homes were the first problems on the agenda. The family built Maria's home on 7th East between South Temple and First South streets and John and his wives, Selina and Kezia, built their home in Sugarhouse.

,As Sarah grew in years she experienced similar hardships to those of others pioneers. As she grew older she also became lovely and graceful in appearance. So it was that she attracted the attention of one, Henry Aldous Dixon, who had also accepted the gospel, left his homeland in South Africa and came to Utah.

Then in January 1865, eight years after their arrival in Salt Lake City, when Sarah was twenty years of age, she and Henry were married. They lived in a small house next door to Sarah's mother on 7th East. It was in this little home where three of her children were born, namely: Henry Alfred, who died when two years old, John and Arthur. Sarah was supremely happy with her little family, and adapted herself will to the role of wife and mother.

In 1871, Sarah's husband was called to Provo to take charge of the books of the Provo Wollen Mills. There they built their home and spent the remainder of their lives in Provo.

Sarah was the mother of eight sons and one daughter. They are as follows: Henry Alfred, John DeGrey, Arthur DeGrey, Ernest, Charles Owen, Walter DeGrey, LeRoy Arnold and Maria Louise. Her husband, Henry died when she was only thirty nine years old, leaving her with a large family of young children for which to care.

She was very religious and taught her children well, both by word and action, the principles of the Gospel. Her children were a living testimony of this fact as they were all active and respected in their church and their communities where they lived.

Through her children, Sarah received much joy and compensation for the loss of her husband. She took much pride in their activities and endeavors. However, coupled with her peace and happiness derived from her family, was much sorrow which Sarah experienced unfalteringly. Her son, Arthur, was electrocuted while working at the construction of the Murdock Power Plant at Heber, Utah. Her sixth son, Walter, passed away after an operation for stomach ulcers. The oldest son, John DeGrey, died quite suddenly of apoplexy on October 4, 1923.

Then when Sarah was seventy nine years old, another bit of sorrow came to her. Charles wife, Virginia, died and left six small children. Sarah willingly went into her son's home and cared for the small children.

When her son, LeRoy, was serving in the mission field in England, Sarah was privileged to return to her native land. Sarah and Electra Smoot Dixon, LeRoy's wife, made the trip to England and it was a wonderful experience for Sarah. She was so happy to be able to return to her birthplace and note the changes in the country and meet with some of her friends who were still living there.

Sarah was a faithful and willing church worker. She was the president of the Provo Third Ward Primary for many years. She was also a very active worker in the Third Ward Relief Society.

Besides her unfailing service in her church, Sarah was a friend to all those in need. She was always ready to answer the call to go and nurse the sick, day or night. She was well qualified for such service as she had taken a course in nursing. Scores of people showered her with gratitude for what she did in the sick room. She helped without any thought of pay for her assistance.

Sarah's only daughter, Maria Louise, wrote the following of her mother: She was loved by all who knew her for her unselfish character and her sacrifices to make others happy.” She died at the home of her son, LeRoy, on April 17, 1926, at the ripe old age of eighty one. Her son, LeRoy, died a few months later and in 1945, at the writing of this history, there remained only Sarah' daughter, Maria Louise and her youngest son, Arnold. A large posterity of worthy sons and daughters mourned Sarah DeGrey Dixon at the time of her death. "Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labours, and their works do follow them." (Rev. 14:13)

Mariah Baddley Rossiter (1866-1950)

Mariah Baddley was born to Charlotte DeGrey and George Baddley on October 10, 1866. She was born at home, which was a small house on 9th East between 2nd and 3rd South in Salt Lake City. When she was but six months old, her parents moved to 346 [South] 10th East. The old house still stands and is in use by descendants at this time. (1951) Mariah grew to be a lovely dark-eyed youngster and
brought much happiness to her parents, as she occupied the spot in front of the warm cook stove in winter and the old wooden front steps in summer, loving and tending her little rag doll.

In school she was very attentive and alert, however her training was quite limited. She attended school in the old Twelth Ward School and was taught by a Mr. Van Cott. In those days the pupils were promoted according to readers instead of grades. When her father died he left money for further education for his children, but Mariah's mother was very frugal and saved the money to care for her family otherwise. As a consequence Mariah did not have much education past the 8th Reader.

Because Mariah's father died when she was quite young, Mariah worked hard as a child helping with the farming, picking and drying fruit for sale, to buy clothing and other necessities for the family. Mariah's mother was an energetic and hard working woman and her children learned early in life the meaning of industry.

Nevertheless, Mariah, as a youngster and as a young girl, had her share of happy times to play and leisure. When quite young she played with Maude Adams in the hayloft of the old Adams's barn, so there probably were many pleasant hours spent in play-acting and pretending. One of Mariah's closest friends was Martha Swanner Hoggan and another dear friend was Nida Fuller Duncan, whose father operated the Fuller Garden on 10th East and 5th South as an amusement park.

In season there were other activities for the young people in pioneer days. Among Mariah's favorite sports were hiking, sleigh riding, and dancing. She was always full of life and fun and helped to organize parties and dances at the ward recreation center.

Whenever called to serve, Mariah was always active in her church and willing to do her part. She sang in the Choir, taught Sunday School, and worked in the Primary organization. For many years she worked in the Relief Society and with the Old Folk's Committee. She lived her whole life, except for about six months, in the Tenth Ward, so she was able to serve her church faithfully and diligently.

It was through her endeavors and activities at her ward that she became acquainted with William Herbert Rossiter, who became her husband and life companion on January 1, 1896. They were married at home and friends and relatives wished them well as they celebrated in party and song the new union. The couple celebrated their 50th anniversary in 1946 at the home where they were wed.

To them were born two daughters, Edith and Lyda, and three sons, Bryant, William, and Frank, all of whom were born in Salt Lake City. Mariah was justly proud of her children and found great pleasure and contentment in her home and family. Her oldest daughter, Edith, died when Mariah was 60 years of age, leaving five small children, the youngest of whom was but four months old. Despite her age, Mariah cared for the children, and the youngest child, a little girl, lived with her grandmother until she was twenty years old. The girl dearly loved Mariah, who had been as a mother to her. And Mariah was just as proud of the grandchildren as she was her own children. In later years, she enjoyed speaking of them and their accomplishments and showing their pictures to neighbors and friends.

Mariah belonged to a sewing club, consisting of dear friends. She was a member for nearly 50 years. She enjoyed the association of others and was always a good friend and neighbor to all who knew her.

She liked to sing and was a member of the tabernacle choir for many years. She was singing in the choir under the able leadership of Evan Stevens at the time that the choir attended the World's Fair at Chicago.

Mariah had many interesting experiences in travel. One year she went to England with her friend, Nida Fuller, and her friend's parents. She also traveled to France and Belgium. She reminisced often of the worthwhile experiences she had during her travel by ship and train in those countries, conversing with strangers concerning Mormonism. She had the opportunity of attending a street meeting in London.

During the return trip the ship went through a dreadful storm. Naturally, those aboard were fearful for their lives at certain times during the trip. Mariah, and those traveling with her, felt that their prayers were answered when the storm finally subsided.

Mariah was a faithful and good woman; she served willingly whenever she was called and was able to fulfill the calling completely. She received her endowments in February 1950. She had many friends and was ready to help anyone who needed assistance.

She was one of those who was honored during Utah's Centennial year as a pioneer, born in Salt Lake City before the coming of the railroad to Utah.

She died at her home in Salt Lake City on April 25, 1950 from causes incident to age and was survived by three sons, Bryant, Frank, and William Rossiter and one daughter, Mrs. Lyda R. Moody; fourteen grandchildren, and five great-grandchildren. She had done her life's work well and will long be remembered and honored by the descendants.

Alfred Lorenzo Baddley (1862-1936)

It was after George Baddley and Charlotte DeGrey had accepted the call for a mission in Dixie in Southern Utah and had settled in the small community of Rockville, Washington County, Utah, that Alfred Lorenzo Baddley was born. His birth place was a small makeshift cabin at the foot of the mountain and he made his appearance on September 14, 1862.

Though no knowledge of it found said in the tiny child of Alfred Lorenzo, the family had many trials and hardships. Besides the daily struggle for existence, there was the constant fear of Indians to rasp the heart and soul of those faithful builders of empires.

One evening after George had left his young wife and small son alone while he went tracting, there came a knock at the door. When Charlotte, Alfred Lorenzo's mother, timidly opened the door she saw several buck Indians standing at the doorstep. They pushed their way into the tiny cabin and all sat down on the floor. The Indians knew she was terrified at their presence, so they sat and kept pointing their fingers at her and laughing loudly. Charlotte feared for herself but her first thoughts were for her small son sleeping soundly in his crib. She gave the Indians many articles, besides some much-needed sugar and goods before they finally left.

After spending three years in the Dixie Mission helping to build and develop the small community. Alfred Lorenzo's parents were released to return to Salt Lake City because of his father's ill health. The extreme heat and hardships of pioneering were too much for George Baddley so he moved his young family back to Salt Lake City.

Alfred, however, had grown and developed into a sturdy lad. His home life in Rockville was a pleasant one for those days of hardship. There was plenty to occupy a young active mind. Alfred's father was very strict but he was a devoted father and the children learned very young in life the virtue of honesty and truthfulness.

Alfred was eight years old when his father put him on a mule and tied a sack of wheat behind him and sent him to the mill (which [was] in Liberty Park in Salt Lake City) to have the wheat ground into flour. When the process had been completed, the miller put the sack of flour on the mule behind Alfred, but failed to tie the sack on securely. On his arrival home the sack was nearly empty and there was a white trail of flour along the road. His father was quite quick-tempered, so Alfred Lorenzo received a sound spanking.

Alfred's duties as a boy were many for he was very young when his father died. He was the eldest child in the family and felt his responsibility and helped his mother in many ways. Until the time he married, Alfred always gave his mother the money he earned.

When still a young lad, Alfred and other boys herded cows for some neighbors in Emigration Canyon at Salt Lake to earn a little extra money to help their families.

One day while watching the cows, Alfred saw a rattlesnake by the creek. The boys were collecting toads, lizards, and other animals for a circus they were planning to have, so Alfred decided to capture the reptile and add it to the collection. He found a forked stick which he placed over the neck of the snake to keep it quiet while they tried to tie a string around its neck. The snake struck Alfred on the thumb. The boys screamed for help and finally attracted the attention of some people who took him to the nearest place which happened to be the Wagner Brewery. There he was treated and suffered no ill effects from the snakebite. He was given the rattle from the snake and kept it all his life.

"Many times I have heard my father tell of the wonderful, happy times they had at his mother's home when he was a young man; dances, corn-husking parties, and many other parties." Words written by a daughter, Edythe Irene B. Donaldson.

Alfred had three brothers and two sisters. Henry Orson was born on April 16, 1864 near Lehi, Utah in a covered wagon as the family were returning from Rockville in the Dixie Mission. A sister, Maria, was born October 10, 1866, after the family was settled again in Salt Lake City. On February 4, 1869, another brother, George, was born, then on January 16, 1871, William was born. Sarah was the last child and second sister to Alfred Lorenzo. She was born in Salt Lake City, too, on June 13, 1872.

Again we quote the words of daughter, Edythe: "I do not know a great deal concerning my father and mother's courtship, but I do remember my mother telling of how she met Alfred. She said that while visiting an aunt in Salt Lake City, she attended a church dance with her aunt. During the dance my father (Alfred) entered and mother asked her aunt who the handsome man was. Mother said he was dressed so nicely -- high silk hat, kid gloves, and cane. He was so well-mannered and courteous. Mother told her aunt that Alfred was her idea of a husband and right there made up her mind that he was hers. Mother was a very beautiful young girl, so I guess it was love at first sight for them both."

That was the beginning of their courtship. Priscilla Lowe, who was born October 2, 1868, at Willard, Utah; and Alfred Lorenzo, who was just six years older than Priscilla. Alfred had a nice brick home built for his wife in Salt lake City when she moved in as a bride. Several years later they sold their home in Salt Lake City and moved to Willard, Utah. They built another nice home. They had a large farm and nine children to care for, so both of them had to work long and hard hours to manage their affairs. Later they built another home with all the latest conveniences for Priscilla.

Alfred and Priscilla worked hard to have a happy home for their children. They were blessed with nine fine sons and daughters, namely: Alfred Le Roy Baddley, born October 16, 1889 at Salt Lake City, and died March 2, 1890; Leo William, born April 23, 1891; George Clifford, born October 7, 1892; Lester Howard, who was born July 12, 1894; Henry Arnold, born July 3, 1896; Edythe Irene, born April 5,1900; Wallace DeGrey, who was born June 1, 1903; Ernest Wilburn, born March 10, 1905; and Constance Ilene, born November 29, 1910.

They taught their children to honor and respect their religion; to work and help take care of each other. They spent many hours with their children both in work and play. There were always games and recreation at home and various church activities in which the whole family, young and old, participated. In winter, the favorite family sport was sleigh riding and in summer there were the pleasant trips to Ogden, fifteen miles north of Willard, in the family's handsome, fringed, white-top buggy. These family activities brought unity and deeper love for one another.

To quote Edythe again, "Every year we looked forward to the trip to Ogden to see the big Ringling Brothers Circus and then dinner at one of the best restaurants. That was surely a thrill for all the family."

Priscilla was very beautiful and talented and was the leading lady in the home talent group of Willard. This group traveled to nearby towns of Ogden, North Ogden, [and] Brigham City, and had an outstanding record for the talent and entertainment they presented.

Alfred and his wife enjoyed such activities and never missed the opportunity to attend all the plays given by the old Salt Lake Theater group, both in Ogden and Salt Lake City.

Both were active and sincere in their church activities. Priscilla was President of the Primary Organization and worked in the Relief Society.

When Priscilla died at Willard, Utah on September 13, 1927, Alfred was like a man lost in a fog, so to speak. He and his wife had always been so close as they reared their family and worked for their good.

Nine years later when Alfred passed away on February 25, 1936 at Willard, Utah, those who were fortunate descendants of this fine couple lost the second part of a union which brought joy and happiness to their family and those neighbors and friends who knew them while they sojourned in mortal life.

Alfred was a dependable and good man. His religious convictions were a foundation for his action[s] and thoughts in his every day life. He kept the Word of Wisdom and lived a very respected life. He, like his own father, taught his children honesty and goodness. He was ever a friend to those in need and helped the less fortunate whenever he was able to do so. His life was a standard by which his family can live and benefit.

George Badley II (1869-1928)

George Baddley II was a man. And how he fit into his niche "a little lower than the angels!” I refer to him as the "second" because he is the second George Baddley with no middle name or initial to hold the Priesthood. George Baddley was born February 4, 1869 in Salt Lake City, Utah.

When we think of a man the attribute of kindness is slow to come into our consciousness, for kindness is a quality of character often found in woman and seldom found in man. George possessed and practiced a great many virtues. A great many more, in fact, than most men, even among the holders of the Priesthood, but kindness blazed forth in his personality more brightly than any of his other favorable virtues. So brightly did it blaze that it put his faults in the dim background.

This kindly man embarked on a life of bitter struggle in a two room adobe home at 346 South Tenth East in Salt lake City. The house was built by his father for a second wife, Charlotte DeGrey, who, in turn, willed it to her youngest son, George. The present (1950) kitchen, sitting porch, and sleeping porch were added by George after his marriage. Much to the chagrin and disappointment of the writer, this priceless heirloom was sold by George's widow at a time of financial stress while her youngest son and only real support was on a mission.

George's real education took place within the shelter of these adobe bricks under the tutelage of his industrious and loving mother. He learned his "readin', writin', and 'rithmetic" at the Tenth Ward School. The three R's was the extent of his formal education, for he was forced out of school into full time employment along about his fourth or fifth grade to help his husbandless mother keep up with bare necessities. When I say "full time employment", I mean just that. It was in the days of the old twelve- to sixteen-hour day. However, he later became a thoroughly well read and self-educated man. For instance, it was to Uncle George that many of his nieces and nephews came for assistance with their high school studies when they found their own parents unable or unwilling to cope with the subjects at hand. And, this, in spite of the fact that their folks had more formal education than "Uncle Jud", as they had affectionately, though a little flippantly, called him.

He proved to be a kind and patient tutor, and it is to be regarded that circumstances prevented him from becoming a college professor rather than a laborer. He had all the intelligence, aptitude, patience, tact, and love needed to qualify as an excellent teacher and few of the physical qualities necessary to the laborer. His physical energies were sapped early in life by frequent and continued attacks of "sore throat." Tonsillitis and streptococcus were entirely unknown to the medical men of his time and "sore throat" was just something to be endured until it cleared up of its own accord. His tonsils were finally removed in his late middle life, after they had taken their insidious toll. Incidentally, his death was caused by a throat infection.

As a lad, whenever he was stricken to his bed with the treacherous pain in the throat, his first request was always to have his Uncle Henry Dixon come and administer the consecrated oil. Such faith in small children is a thing of rarity. It is usually the parents who summon the Elders. This faith in God continued to be manifest in his character all his life. It was a source of faith promotion to all who knew George, and, it is hoped, to all who shall read this sketch of his life.

Such implicit trust in the Lord is further brought to light when we consider George's late marriage. He was handsome as a youth, which would indicate an early marriage. But, an essentially kind person never imposes himself on anyone and George, in the proposals he did make, did not attempt to assert any false masculine superiority or in any way seek to make himself forceful. Consequently, he was refused more than once, but continued to trust that the Lord would guide him to his mate. That he was guided of Providence is drown in the fact that his wife, Alice Donoghue, had repeatedly refused proposals from a wide range of suitors, though she, in contrast to him, was considered rather plain-looking in her youth. And, the Lord had to bring her all the way from England to her chosen mate. That their union was approved by the higher powers is well attested by the perfect harmony that characterized their twenty-four years together. They were married December 20, 1905 in the Salt Lake Temple.

The following incident took place during this comparatively brief span of married bliss: One-day George's wife detected something distinctly strange in his attitude the minute he came home from work. Wisely, she waited until dinner was over and the children put to bed before approaching him with her suspicions that something had gone wrong at his work. "Is everything all right at the shop, George?" she inquired, being sure to get the subject under way before he became engrossed in his evening paper or a crossword puzzle. George came quickly to the point. "They are getting a new foreman in my place tomorrow" he replied, anxious to get the matter off his chest. "Rags came to work half drunk again this morning. Remember me telling you the last time it happened that the management wanted me to fire him? Well, this afternoon they called me on the carpet and insisted that I get another truck driver in his place. Alice, I didn't have the courage to fire the man. What in the world would his wife and ten kiddies do? They are already facing poverty! That stuff eats up half his meager wages as it is. When they told me I would either have to carry out their orders or they would get another foreman who would, I suggested that they do just that. I will be back on my old job as stock clerk again next Monday." His saintly wife was more concerned over the plight of "Rags" and his family than with the way she was going to manage the family budget on five or ten dollars less per week, albeit she was practicing every economy to live on his small salary as foreman.

George returned to his paper, and his wife to her darning. A cool breeze fluttered through the screen door, rattling it a little, and then quieted itself as though it were loath to disturb the serenity of the room. Alice glanced at her husband's honest face, her heart swelling with love and pride. Her concern over the reduction in salary faded into the beautiful night as she contemplated the bigness of his heart.

The writer lived close to his father for nearly twenty-two of these twenty-four years and can remember nary a single angry word having blemished his lips, either within the confines of his well-ordered home, at his work (and I was there often and long), or anywhere else. Such a great achievement could come from no one but a completely kind man. And, his was an overruling kindness for he was born with a sharp tongue and a hot temper. He had manifested these hereditary weaknesses on some occasions in his teenage youth.

For example, I remember my father telling me of the time he was embroiled in a fistfight when he was a youngster. He was taking a sound beating and enduring it gamely and painfully until his older brother, Henry, came along. It seems that all of his opponent’s friends and relatives were there and George could not successfully compete against such a solid front of moral support. But, when some of his own flesh came along to cheer for him, he promptly and quietly disposed of his adversary. The writer didn't ask his father about the cause of the fight. He was too thrilled that his idol had won. Nevertheless, there could have been some harsh words and uncontrolled tempers at the bottom of it.

Another example could be cited in this connection. At one time when George was about sixteen or seventeen and supporting his widowed mother, a petty straw boss sought to hold dominion over him. George endured the fellow as long as he could, and finally, in a fit of temper and after having administered his erstwhile superior a thorough tongue lashing, he walked off the job. And, jobs were mighty hard to land in those days! I repeat, however, that he conquered his tongue, and anyone who knew him in his later years would never have dreamed that he had overcome all outward indications. Had he not conquered himself, he never could have so quietly endured the pain and discomfort of a throat cancer during the long months immediately preceding his death.

In his brave way he had gone about making his will and preparing in every way for our comfort, knowing full well that his time was short and resolutely keeping from everyone but his lawyer, Harry Evers. Mr. Evers revealed these facts to us after George had gone to his reward. The genuine fortitude of this man is further indicated in a remark by his physician at the time he was operated upon for the throat cancer. Dr. Stauffer said that he had told my father there would be some pain prior to administering the anesthesia. In fact, he warned his patient that the pain would be severe. Dad replied calmly, "Go ahead, I am ready". He then unflinchingly lay back in the chair and opened his mouth wide. The doctor later remarked upon the courage displayed.

But, to get on with some of the less sorrowful events of George's life, let us consider his kindly devotion to his religious ideals. One noon hour as he and his fellow workers at the old Joseph Nelson Plumbing supply house were sunning themselves, a painted and rather coarse looking woman passed by. Almost before she was out of hearing distance, one of the men remarked, "I wonder who slept with her last night." Whereupon, they all laughed their approval of the smutty remark except George. After the obscene laughter had subsided, my father proceeded quietly, but with all the authority of the Priesthood he magnified, to tell them they did not know for sure that she was a worldly woman and that they should respect her sex, regardless. His voice rang with such firm kindliness that none of them, to the writer's knowledge, ever made a slurring remark about womankind again in his presence. Respecters of women are ofttimes of a reticent and retiring nature in contrast to the swaggering cowards who seek to bring women down to their own level. George, though courageous, was reticent and retiring, and he loved the quiet retreat of his home, his books, and his newspapers. His wife often complained that he "didn't take her out anywhere from one year's end to the other." He was deaf in one ear which drove him further into his reserve.

He was, therefore, anything but a public man and gave but one public speech in his entire life. But, his discourse was the talk of the Tenth Ward for days afterward. All his intense and prayerful hours of study on various gospel themes were brought to his memory in the hour of need and he succeeded admirably. To this day, his widow continues to relate the compliments that came to her afterwards, though it was not her privilege to hear him. She was confined to her home with illness at the time of his sermon. However, she did hear him when he was the only one speaking in a crowd, on many occasions, at the annual New Year's Eve Party of the L.O.S.C. His wife was a member of the Ladies of Quality Sewing Club. They met each month during the year and invited their husbands on New Year's Eve. George told the same jokes every year and drew hilarious laughter on each occasion. It was not the jokes that went over, but his uncanny ability to tell them. At his telling they never lost their spice. He might have been a successful professional actor because of this talent. In fact, in his younger days, he did a small amount of stage work in local ward dramas and was much sought after for the character of Brutus in the play Julius Caesar, though in private life his personality was the direct antithesis of that of Brutus.

Another incident will illustrate the lighter side of his nature, though it resulted in the deafness mentioned above. During the noon rest period at the same old Joseph Nelson supply house, the men were idling in the warehouse, which at the time was rather empty of its wares. Two or three of them were entertaining the others with capers on their bicycles and daring each other to go nearer and nearer to the staircase. George came nearer than any of them. So much nearer, in fact, that he and his cycle were plunged down the entire length of the long stairway. One of his ears was injured severely, resulting in complete deafness on that side and impairment of hearing in the other.

Because of the irritating aspects of this particular affliction, we often think of the typical partially deaf person as being fractious and impatient. He is usually anything but kind. This was not so with George. He was a kind man to the end of his life.

For instance, less than an hour after our father died, my Uncle Will Rossiter took my brother and me off to the side to console us. "Boys," he said, "your father didn't know how to do anything wrong." We were temporarily consoled and Uncle Will's gruff and simple, yet sincere, compliment will remain in my memory long after any of the things that were said at the funeral. It was my father's beautiful kindness of disposition that was in the heart of Uncle Will when he was prompted to evaluate the character of George Baddley for the benefit of his two sons in their hour of deep sorrow.

George and Alice Baddley had the following children born to them: George Donoghue, born October 1, 1906; Ralph Edgar, born January 19, 1908 and Alice Christiana, born December 16, 1911.

Written by Ralph Edgar Baddley, son of George Baddley.

George Baddley (1825-1875)

George Baddley was the son of Joseph Baddley and Elizabeth Turner. He was born on February 8, 1825 at Wolstanton, England. We have no records of his childhood and youth. When a young man he married Eliza Parker, who was the daughter of George Parker and Ann.

Both George and his wife worked in the potteries for which Staffordshire County was noted. Some of the finest china in England was made there. Eliza became very talented in the art of painting the china.

George and his wife were members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. George was baptized and confirmed in the year 1841 when he was sixteen years of age. He was a very devout man and a faithful worker in the branch where they lived. The activities of this particular branch brought much success for the progress of the Church in that region of the county.

After George and his wife received the spirit of gathering with the Saints in Zion, they worked hard and saved every penny they could in order to pay for their fare across the Atlantic Ocean to America. In 1848, after seven years of toil and struggle, they realized their dream and secured passage on a boat leaving for America. They happily accepted the prospects of a long six weeks' voyage. Not many comforts and luxuries accompanied them as they sailed to this new land, but they were not easily discouraged.

They had worked hard those long years, knowing and accepting the hardships and privations which lay before them.

When they reached America, their troubles were still heaped upon them. They had no further means with which they could continue the trip westward, so George and Eliza remained in Iowa for three years until they accumulated enough money to buy provisions for the journey across the plains.

Before George and his wife left England, a daughter, Annie, was born to them on December 3, 1846 at Burslem, Staffordshire, England. Their second child, Elizabeth, was born on January 13, 1849 while the young couple were living at Burlington, Iowa.

Two years after the arrival of their second child the family of George Baddley arrived in Salt Lake City in 1851. They located on 10th East where George had about four acres of land. A portion of their property was planted in fruit trees. From this fruit he made a delicious wine and fruit juice. He owned a distillery at that time, but later discontinued to operate it on advice of Brigham Young. Besides his property on 10th East, George had a large tract of land in the western section of town where he raised hay for his cows and mules.

George accepted the principal of plural marriage and married Charlotte DeGrey, a young woman who was born near his home in England. Charlotte, at the time, was employed in the household of George and Eliza, the latter learned to love Charlotte as her own sister, so when George accepted the teaching of plural marriage, it was at Eliza's suggestion that he take Charlotte as his second wife.

After ten years of pioneering and building in Salt Lake City, George was called to the Southern Mission in 1861. This was a colonizing mission to the Utah Dixie country along the "muddy", as the Virgin River was then deservedly called. Charlotte accompanied her husband to help pioneer the Dixie country. They were among the early settlers on the Virgin River. Their first child, a son, Alfred, was born on September 14, 1862 in a dugout in the side of the mountain at Grafton, Utah.

The extreme heat and hardships of the pioneer life was detrimental to George's health and he was given a release from his mission in Dixie and was able to return to his home in Salt Lake City in the year 1864. The years he had spent in Southern Utah had seen a decided improvement and growth. George had done much in the building and development of the communities in which he lived. The friends and neighbors of George were sorry to see him and his family leave.

Their second son, Henry Orson, was born at the point of the mountain on April 16, 1864 as the family returned to Salt Lake City.

Some time later after George had returned to his home, he discovered clay on his property located between 10th and 11th East. He established a pottery business there where he made dishes. His wife Eliza, from her past experience, was able to paint all the finished pottery items. George also built a molasses mill. He raised his own sugar cane from which he made the molasses. His children and those around the neighborhood were always on hand during the process of pressing the juice from the cane stalks and then the cooking of the juice. The children eagerly watched the molasses boil, knowing the skimmings were for them. Their share of the skimmings was taken home and mother made the favorite candy, "sorghum candy".

George was quite capable of taking advantage of the opportunities offered him. There was a large fresh water spring on his property near his home. He kept the large wooden barrel containers for the molasses soaked up in the water so that the molasses would not leak out.

To supply cool spring water for his home on the adjoining block, George built a small ditch from the spring. It proved to be very valuable during the cold winter months, because the spring water did not freeze. The majority of the pioneer families had to secure water from the irrigation ditches for their culinary water.

George had a quick temper and often did things for which he would later be sorry. In later years when the children were grown, they would tell stories about their father and make jokes about them. However, it was no joking matter when they were young children.

Alfred, the eldest son, was only eight-years-old at the time, but his father expected a great deal from him. George put him on one of the big mules, tied a sack of wheat on behind him, and sent Alfred to the mill with instructions to have the wheat ground into flour and return home. The old flour mill now stands in the Liberty Park.

When the miller put the bag of flour on behind Alfred, he did not secure it firmly. On arrival at home, Alfred had left a trail of flour from the mill to his home. Alfred received a good "thrashing".

On another occasion when the first train was expected to arrive in Salt Lake City, George hitched his mules to the wagon and took Charlotte and the children down to the depot to see the train come in. While they were waiting George gave the lines to Charlotte who was sitting on a high spring seat and told her to hold the mules so he could go and speak to a friend.

As the train came into the station the engineer gave a couple of loud toots on the whistle, which frightened the mules. Charlotte was taken by surprise and was unable to hold the mules. The man talking with George witnessed the happening and said, "Brother Baddley, there go your mules." George ran after the mules and climbed into the wagon, took the lines, and stopped the frightened animals.

Alfred who had been standing up to see the train, was thrown out of the wagon when his father stopped the mules so suddenly. George, still disgusted that the mules had been allowed to run, grabbed Alfred by the seat of his pants and literally threw him into the wagon.

George was strict in the discipline of his children but he was strict with himself in regards to his actions and dealings with his fellowman. He was a very devout man and a diligent worker in his Church and expected others to be the same.

One time during the period when he was the superintendent of the Tenth Ward Sunday School, he went outside the chapel at commencement time to bring in the children who were playing outside. He found some boys playing marbles in the warm sunshine. They seemed more interested in marbles than Sunday School. George took their marbles and threw them away and shoved the boys into the building. It was this impulsive action which caused resentment and sorrow to the boys as marbles were expensive and hard to get. George was a good and kind man but impulsive in action and sometimes harsh in his words. Nevertheless, he was a man who tried to do his best at all times.

In later years George's health continued to decline and for two and one half years he was bedridden. Consumption, as it was then called, was the cause of his death. At the time of his death, at the age of fifty years, George was nothing but a skeleton. He died on April 9, 1875 and funeral services in his respect were held at the Tenth Ward Chapel on a Sunday at one o'clock.

During mortal life George had been blessed with two fine wives and fifteen children. He had the following children by Eliza, his first wife; Annie, born December 3, 1846 at Burslem, Staffordshire, England; Elizabeth, born January 13, 1849 at Burlington, Iowa; Maria, born July 30, 1851 at Salt Lake City, Utah; (rest of children were born in Salt Lake City) Mary Jane, born on March 14, 1854; Eliza, born January 22, 1856; Emma born January 22, 1856 (twins); Martha, born December 20 1857; Ida, born December 7, 1859 and Rachell, born May 4, 1862.

George and Charlotte had six children: Alfred DeGrey, born September 14, 1862 at Grafton, Utah; Henry Orson, born on April 16, 1864 at the point of the mountain; Maria, born October 10, 1866 at Salt Lake City; George, born February 4, 1869; John William, born on January 16, 1871 and Sarah, born June 13, 1872. The last two children died early in life.

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