Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Index of Histories

This alphabetical index contains links to all the family histories in this collection. All women are listed under their maiden names, with their married names listed in parentheses. Each name is hyperlinked to the history, and where more than one history is indicated, the names will be followed with numbers that are then hyperlinked to the histories.

Name Index

-- Baddley, Alfred Lorenzo - 1862-1936
-- Baddley, George - 1825-1875
-- Baddley, George (II) - 1869-1928
-- Baddley, Mariah (Rossiter) - 1866-1950
-- Bevan, James - 1821-1894
-- Brooks, Maria (DeGrey) - 1805-1876
x- Dalton, Alonzo - 1867-1925 (unreviewed)
-- Dalton, Calvin - 1893-1972 (obituary)
-- DeGrey, Alfred - 1831-1885
x- DeGrey, Charlotte (Baddley) (unreviewed)
-- DeGrey, Kezia (Hall) - 1837-1905
x- DeGrey, Maria (Smith) - 1840-1879 (unreviewed)
-- DeGrey, Samuel - 1861-1945
x- DeGrey, Sarah (Dixon) - 1845-1926 (unreviewed)
-- DeGrey, Selina (Hall) - 1833-1901
x- DeMill, Adlinda (Hall) - 1878-1963 (unreviewed)
x- Dixon, Arnold - 1884-1960 (autobiography unreviewed)
x- Dixon, Henry Aldous - 1835-1884 (unreviewed)
x- Dixon, Maria Louise (Taylor) ("Aunt Rye") - 1872-1947 (biography unreviewed | tribute unreviewed)
-- Fryer, Mary Ann (Wright) - 1838-1931
-- Gladden, Cora Catherine (Lambert) - 1881-1967 (census records)
-- Gladden, William Langstaff - 1841-1925 (census records)
x- Hall, Adelia (Dalton) - 1870-1908 (unreviewed)
x- Hall, Alfred Lorenzo - 1858-1934 (biography 1 unreviewed | biography 2 unreviewed)
-- Hall, Alice Maude (Langston) - 1864-1922 (biography | photographs)
x- Hall, Anne Selina (Stout) - 1866-1931 (unreviewed)
x- Hall, Arthur Wright - 1875-1955 (autobiography unreviewed)
-- Hall, Charles Alma - 1854-1945
-- Hall, Charlotte Maria (Foulger) - 1855-1938
x- Hall, Dora Martha (Merton Stout) - 1878-1940 (unreviewed)
-- Hall, John Charles - 1821-1890
-- Hall, John Thomas - 1861-1947
x- Hall, Myra (Lemmon) - 1872-1951 (autobiography unreviewed | biography (unreviewed)
x- Hall, Nora Crystal (Lund) - 1903-1987 (letter unreviewed)
-- Hall, William Brooks - 1867-1936
x- Hanson, Julia (Hall) - 1860-1935 (autobiography unreviewed)
-- Hinton, Emma (Wright) - 1868-1932
-- Jarman, Maria (DeGrey) - 1865-1953
-- Langston, Jacob Heathcote - 1863-1930 (biography | photographs)
-- Langston, Myrtle Kezia (Wright) - 1892-1956
x- Lemmon, Jesse Newton - 1871-1956 ( biography 1 unreviewed | biography 2 unreviewed)
-- Mecham, Leonard Lucius - 1890-1972 (obituary)
x- Morris, Hyrum Bowles Jr. - 1863-1914 (unreviewed)
x- Rossiter, William Herbert - 1867-1949 (unreviewed)
x- Smith, Charles Nephi - 1824-1897 (unreviewed)
x- Smith, Eliza (Morris) - 1865-1951 (unreviewed)
x- Smith, George Alfred - 1861-1935 (unreviewed)
x- Stout, John Henry Fisk - 1863-1933 (unreviewed)
-- Vickers, Sarah Lacey (Hall) - 1857-1942
-- Winsor, Mary (Dalton) - 1897-1972 (obituary)
x- Wright, Charlotte (Hall) - 1800-1857 (unreviewed)
-- Wright, Ena (Gladden) - 1919-1986
-- Wright, Joseph - 1818-1873

Special Collections

-- DeGrey/Hall: Family Histories - spanning individuals living from 1805-1953
-- Gladden: Records from St. Mary's Parish, Reading, England - spanning 1819-1835

Charlotte Wright Hall (1800-1857)

Searching for Charlotte Wright
by Henry Vern Hall

I don't remember when I first heard of great-grandmother Charlotte Wright Hall, my father's paternal grandmother. She came to me in small bites with my bread and milk. I mean the knowledge of her came gradual. There was nothing dainty about the bread and milk. There was just no room for the ancestors away back then.

There was always a note of sadness connected with Grandma Charlotte. She'd had a lot of trouble. Beginning with a rather prosperous childhood in London, she'd hit it rocky soon after her marriage. The way I got the story, it all began when great grandfather Thomas Johnston Hall, her husband, gambled away the family fortunes then ran away leaving her to care for the little ones by herself on what she could earn.

Again it was told that when her eldest son, John Charles, my grandfather, was age 17 she sent him to Canada ins earch of his father, but instead of finding the object of his quest, he added insult to injury by returning in 1853 as a Mormon Missionary.

She had spent her last days working as a maid in her girlhood home.

So much for traditions: now for some facts. Uncle Charley Hall, my father's oldest brother, (Selina's son) lived in Nephi, Utah, which was conveniently located on the route between Wyoming and Northern Utah where I was working, and Dixie where Eleanor and I both had parents and a host of relatives. We always stopped there for a lively chat and some choice stories of the past. At the same time, Eleanor began to pick up the names of ancestors. Among other things, she saw grandfather John C. Hall's old temple record and learned that Charlotte was a daughter of Thomas & Martha Wright of London.

It was along about this time that we heard about Aunt "Rye" Taylor who lived in Provo and had been to England in search of family records. At the same time we learned that Grandpa Hall had left a journal which was in the keeping of my father's sister, Aunt Charlotte Foulger in Salt Lake City. Later through our acquaintance with Aunt Charlotte's son, Earnest, we were able to secure a copy of that and have it duplicated into 100 copies. The journal covered in detail the time that Grandfather was in the mission field in addition to a few notes that he remembered of his earlier life. It contained information that we could use in doing genealogy.

John C. Hall Journal entries

p. 31 - 1 Feb. 1853 - Went to Heath Street and had my first interview with my relatives, Uncle Wright, Maria and Eliza and also little Mary whom I had almost forgotten.
4 Feb. 1853 - Went through the Thames Tunnel, went to Maria's and from there to Martha's meeting with Mother and aunts where we spent the evening.
p. 1 - My mother's name before she was married was Charlotte Wright. Her mother's name was Martha.
1825 - This was the year of the great panic in money affairs. My grandfather Hall became much embarrassed in his business and meeting with heavy losses he could not bear up under it, put an end to his existence with a pistol.
1829 - In London till the close of the year when father went to Warshall, Dorsetshire, to take a school.
1831 - In the month of January we returned to London. Lived a season at my Uncle Wright's. There my father went to keep a school in Hackney Road.
1833 - Lived in various places till August when my father left to go to Americda. (His second and final trip to America.)

Through these comments, the names of relatives that Grandpa met in 1853 are important and will be referred to later. As for his father's gambling, it appears that business failure was mistaken for gambling and from investigations I have made, I'm not at all sure that the death of John Henstridge Hall was self-inflicted. That's another story.

In the Spring of 1936 when Eleanor and I moved back out of Wyoming, I began to warm up to genealogy and Grandma Charlotte was among those who crashed my defenses. An embittered old lady, broken by a cruel world and her one means of escape, the Church, was the blow that completed the ruin. She held out her hand to me, and I wanted to do something for her.

Another thing that happened at that time, was my brothers and sisters began sending me money to finance genealogy, to use as I saw fit. That's a mean thing to do to a person who wants to be stubborn. Those guys always did give me a rough time.

Also, that's when Mom (Eleanor) got in touch with Mr. Cotton, one of England's finest researchers. We got together all we knew of the Wrights and went to work. My correspondence dates along in the 1940's and 50's. We searched city directories, census records and church registers by the shelf. Every thing we could dream up - with blank results. Then one day up in Kamas, (where I was living at this time) our Stake was having a genealogy display and David Gardner looking at my book noted that I needed the marriage of Thomas Wright to Martha of London. He suggested a search of Palot's London marriages which he said was complete back to 1800 and pretty good before that. We searched and we found this entry: "28 Mar, 1785, Thomas Wright and Martha Hodson, both of this parish, at St. Martin-in-the-Field, London." Both wrote their signatures. There was no other Thomas Wright married to a Martha within the time period. So we got Mr. Cotton onto the registers of that church for the families of Thomas and Martha, but without success. Mr. Cotton explained that a couple could establish residence with two or three times attendance at a church, so it really meant nothing.

Well, my goodness, we needed the marriage of Thomas Johnston Hall to Charlotte Wright so we tried that with this result. "Married at St. Andrew Holborn, London, 24 March 1819, Thomas Hall of Faversham, Kent, and Charlotte Wright of this parish." Both signed. Witnesses: Edwin Quafe and Mary Wright. This Mary would be the Mary that showed up in the temple record as Grandpa's aunt.

The search of St. Andrew Holborn drew a blank. Lots of Wrights and Hodsons there all the way back through the years but none that fit. Mr. Cotton objected to making an extended search there partly because of the time involved - all his time for weeks! I couldn't understand that until I tried it myself later. It took me a whole day to extract the Wrights and Hodsons for a 20 year period. Nothing that even smelled like us. Funny thing about that church. Mr. Cotton and I were riding along in the top deck of the bus when he pointed to a gutted-out shell of a church and said that was St. Andrew Holborn. It had been burned during the blitz of World War II. I got a shiver. Soon, however, we were at the Guild Hall and I was working St. Andrew Holborn records. They'd been safe here during the war. Guild Hall had only one corner damaged. Ouch!

That was the summer I met a Sister Hawkes in North London branch who had been searching for years on her London Wrights without a glimmer of light.

The next year, Mr. Cotton died and I was left alone to it. We'd done most everything we knew to do, but "Dickens", there's no problem without an answer! There's still the wills and we have them here in the Church library in Salt Lake City on microfilm. Oh yes, it was about this time that we got from Somerset House, the death certificate of Grandma Charlotte - "28 July 1857, in a work house across the river in Surrey." That could account John Charles's journal entry of crossing the river to see his mother. Sort of blasts the "maid in the old home" story. She must have sensed that with the leaving of her son back to America, her last hope was gone for he was enroute to Utah when she died.

O.K., there's the London Wills. Thomas Wright may have been among the 20% who made one. He did write his name. I read all the Thomas Wrights of London proper, Lambeth, Middlesex to a blank stop. Then there were those of Prerogative Court of Canterbury kept in London but covering all of England, and the colonies where a testator had property in more than one jurisdiction. I've estimated that there are more than a million of these. I knew that Charlotte was born in 1800 so anything before that could not have her. And Thomas was not among those that Grandpa visited in 1853 so I figured there were 53 years to search.

I spend two solid weeks, all day with my head in a reading machine, every hour that the library was open, then "My Goodness! That looks lke it!!!" PCC pt. 1779 (that many rolls of film with 500 wills to the roll) pg. 521: Thomas Wright of Sheldwich, Kent, a tiny parish three miles south of Faversham. It named, "Loving wife, Martha, daughters Ann, Maria, Mary, Charlotte, and Sarah." Probated 16 Sept. 1815 at London.

Ann, Maria, Mary and Charlotte had all been named in the Temple Record. Sarah was likely still living in 1871. She was n ot among those visited in 1853 but likely living elsewhere. It took us back to Kent near the home of the Halls.

We still needed the christening records of Thomas and Martha's children, likely to be found in the area of St. Andrew, Holborn, London. That's a big place to go looking for a grandma with no street address, but if we must have them, there's only one answer.

Down in Sheldwich, Kent, it was different. There was the christening of Thomas (see chart at the end of this article) and the marriage of his parents and so on back to John, John, and James who came from neighboring Chilham in the late 1600's. Nothing more on the Wright's except the will of James that tied up our finds.

And we have a little problem with Jane Coppen, mother of Thomas. We've hunted for her all over the place, but we'll eventually find her. Back of that, Mary Nash, wife of the older John came up with a string of ancestors, the Humphrey Philpotts. I was afraid we'd run into that name. O.K. they're ours. We still haven't run into the Philchers. They need us and vice versa. There's a couple of wives here, Elizabeth Christian and Ann Marsh who need help next year. The wives of the two Humphreys are hanging by their eyebrows. John made his will to tie things up.

In the ancestry of Jane Ellman, wife of James Wright, is a really fortunate situation. James and Jane had a son Hammond Wright. Jane had a brother Hamon Ellman. Her mother, Susan Watson, had a brother Hamon Watson as did her father, William, whose father was Hamon and back of that the grandfather, Thomas, had a brother Hamon. SIX Hamons covering three surnames over six generations and 200 years tying the family all together. For good measure, Thomas Watson made a will to give life to the body and proof to the pudding. I suspect we've got a family of Hamons back there some place screaming for salvation. Here again, we have some neglected mothers to find.

1967 was a pretty good year. We have 10 families ready for the temple to fill the 1967 Priesthood Assignments as far as they reach. We had extra help. Our grandson, Joe, went along to England with us - a good boy at 14. Keith's daughter, Tauna, went mostly at her own expense and also gave some superb help. Then we took Cindy Shumway as a companion for Tauna and she did a fine job of work. The four of us spent more than three weeks on Hall research.

If you look on your chart you'll see that we've still got work to do on this line. Besides that, there's the Dadd problem that even after an extensive search this past year is still right where it was last year. We know the records are there some place and there's no substitute for the right answers.

I seem to see good old misguided Grandma Charlotte with a smile on one side of her face and a worry on the other. She's happy over the harvest but itchy about all her still absent grandmothers. I can think of no better Christmas present for any one this year than a contribution to those who gave us life. If I wanted to really honor someone, I'd help him with his work, like helping our Savior with the Salvation of mankind.

Bless your hearts, kids, the Gospel's true.


Eliza Smith Morris (1865-1951)

Eliza Smith was born September 15, 1865 at Grafton, Washington County, Utah, the daughter of Charles N. Smith and Maria DeGrey. She was the eldest daughter of a family of eleven children, namely: Joseph, George, Hyrum, Eliza, Maria, Charles, David, Martha and Mary (twins), Sarah Ann, and Sophia.

Charles N. Smith had two wives during the time Plural Marriage was practiced in Utah. His first wife, Eliza Needham, has no children and was not of very good health. Finding it necessary to have help in performing her daily duties, Charles sought the assistance of one of the daughters of an English family who just recently had settled in Utah to help his wife. The old English mother gladly consented to one of her daughters helping in the Smith home as they were so very poor. To have her daughter work would mean at least clothes and shoes. So it was that Maria DeGrey went to help in the Smith home. Charles fell in love with her and married her as his second wife. She became the mother of his first child, Eliza, at the age of seventeen.

While yet a very small child, and not within her memory, Eliza Smith's parents and her brothers moved to Rockville, Utah, about two miles from Grafton, where a new home was established. At this particular time, there was still some fear of Indian trouble, and Rockville offered more protection from such trouble. This was Eliza's home until she married and moved to Arizona.

The home where Eliza was born was a one-room dugout and a covered wagon box, which had been lifted from the running gears and placed on the ground. This wagon box made a warm bedroom for Eliza's mother, and it was here that Eliza's oldest brother was born.

Eliza grew to young womanhood under the strict, yet kindly, direction of the old pioneer Mormon parents, attending school, church and amusements in a small one room building.

The conduction of church services has not changed much during Eliza's lifetime. Then, as now, Sunday School was held in the morning, Sacrament meetings were in the afternoon, but the Fast Meetings were held on Thursdays. The fast offerings for the Smith family were not paid in cash but consisted of a small bucket of flour. Eliza remembered their fast offering because food was such a precious commodity in those early pioneer days.

The dances, which furnished the townsfolk an enjoyable entertainment, were of the truest type of old fashioned ones. Admission fee to such dances could be anything the pioneers might have on hand Wheat, corn, pumpkins, homemade molasses, raisins, etc. The music was provided by several men of the community who were talented in playing the "fiddle" and a small portable organ. The musicians received their "pay" from the produce brought in by the dancers as admission. Square dances, quadrille, Scotch Reel, Virginia Reel, Pokka, Schottische and Waltzes were some of the favorite dances.

After half the evening had been spent in dancing, an intermission was held. During the intermission the couples went to their homes to have some kind of light refreshment, which had been previously prepared.

The musicians were invited to join in during the intermission, and they usually returned to the dance with their coat pockets full of cookies and raisins to provide something for their young lady friends and themselves to nibble on during the remainder of the evening.

The Fourth and Twenty fourth of July were holidays always observed in accordance with the fullest significance of each. Home talent programs with stump speeches, readings, and songs were given. A small band stirred the pioneer hearts to the heights of sentiment, both patriotic and religious, with its timely music. Participants and entertainers were conveyed to the gatherings in wagons, and often four horses were used to pull the crowded wagons.

"May Day" was another very festive occasion. A May Day Queen, with all the accompanying ceremonies, was crowned as the highlight of the day. The young people went in large groups to gather wild flowers and later gathered to sing songs and dance.

To Eliza, Christmas was never the extravagant affair it sometimes is now days. As a child and young girl, she never saw a gaily decorated and brightly lighted Christmas tree in their home. She was happy in the anticipation of a filled stocking on Christmas morning. There were no walking or talking dolls, dressed in gowns of ruffles and ribbons. She remembered of having only one small china doll, but it was a precious gift, which she cherished, as long as it was usable.

During Eliza's young years, educational achievement was marked by reading ability and Eliza attained the highest degree by mastering the Fifth Reader, a book now among her collection of souvenirs from "Ye Olden Days". The completion of this test signified that all other eductional requirements had been met by the student, so Eliza's school days were over for awhile. Reading and spelling were her favorite studies.

Children always had many home duties to perform in the way of doing their part of the various household chores. Amusements were few and of a very limited variety ... molasses candy pulls, fruit cutting bees, pine nut gatherings and community dances. The children, however, were not allowed to take part in any activities or amusements without the consent of their parents and then, not until all home duties had been performed satisfactorily. This was a very strict rule in the Smith home and one that Eliza obeyed cheerfully. On the Sabbath, pleasure seeking was not permitted until all religious services had been attended.

One can readily understand by knowing the story of her early years, that Eliza was a dutiful, obedient and parent loving child, and early in life assumed, on her own accord, many family responsibilities. Because Eliza was the oldest daughter, she learned early the skills of housekeeping, This was a delight rather than a burden to her, for "playing house" had always been a childish favorite of hers.

When the Smith family first moved to Rockville, a temporary abode was build to make shift until their log cabin could be completed. The temporary home was built hastily by making forms of rough boards, into which mud was poured and packed to make the walls. A thatched roof provided protection over head and mother earth served as the floor.

After a short time their new home was completed and furnished with the bare necessities, but to the Smith family, it was a comfortable and pleasant home, luxurious as any home in that day. it consisted of one large room on the first floor, and a well built loft with wooden floor and shingle roof. The second floor was used as sleeping quarters for the children and storage room for cherished articles. The pleasant recollection of Eliza's young life was of the times she and her brothers and sisters scampered up the stairs to their beds at night. Eliza remembered that their beds consisted of wool, straw or cornhusk filled mattresses and quilts pieced by their mother and Charles' first wife, whom the children called "Auntie".

The furnishings in the home where Eliza spent her childhood were in accordance with the times and such that adorned every other pioneer home in Rockville. The chairs were made at Springdale by men who were skilled in the art. They were made of green wood and put together with small wooden pegs, instead of nails, and glue, and the seats were formed by woven rawhide. The beds for the older folks were made by hand of available lumber. Hand woven rugs covered the rough wooden floors. A fireplace provided warmth during cold winter days and nights. Some of the preparation of the meals was done in the fireplace.

The Smith home, upon special church occasions, furnished accommodations for most of the church authorities and visitors who came to Rockville. Eliza always managed to establish herself on the lap of Brigham Young whenever he visited in their home. She enjoyed so much helping in the preparation on such happy occasions. The Smith home buzzed with activity on the days preceding visits from church authorities from Salt lake City. Saturday, especially, was a busy day. All the children were given their certain duties to be performed so that Sunday might be observed with the desired hospitality. The home was cleaned and shined inside and out. The "silver" was old, but it was carefully polished. The big brass kettle was scoured until it fairly sparkled. Lamp and fire lighter supplies were replenished by freshly rolled paper. New tallow tips were made in readiness for the eventful visit.

If, perchance, the weather was stormy, leaving the streets and yards muddy, the rugs were taken up and the children were sent to the nearby wash or creek to bring back buckets of clean sand. This was strewn on the wooden floors and left there until the mud outside had dried up. Then the sand was swept out, leaving the floor boards white and clean as new.

Several years after Charles moved his family to Rockville, Eliza's father managed the only store in the small community. It was a general merchandise and cooperative store built at the rear of their home. The general work in the store and the bookkeeping occupied a great deal of her father's time. In order for him to do it well, he arose each morning at 3:00 a.m. and completed his posting. Besides his work in the store Eliza's father fulfilled the calling as bishop of the ward for twenty two years.

Eliza's mother assisted with the work at the store, and also operated the telegraph station with acquired efficiency. "Antie" accepted the responsibility of the household duties of cooking, mending, knitting and sewing for the children. Through the harmonious work and play of everyone, the Smith family enjoyed a humble life of contentment and congeniality. Except for the time when Eliza's father left his family and accepted a call to fulfill a mission, the family was never broken up.

It was during the time that her father was away on his mission that Eliza's mother gave birth to twins David and Martha. The family's happiness was short lived, however, for the tiny babies died in infancy.

When Eliza was fourteen years of age, she suffered the loss of her mother. Her "Auntie" had passed away one year previous, so it was doubly hard for Eliza to lose her mother. Now all responsibilities usually taken care of by her mother and "Auntie" rested on her slim shoulders. Besides not having a mother to guide and instruct her during her young girlhood years, it was difficult for one so young and so small, for she was small for her age, to accept the care of younger brothers and sisters. The youngest child was but three years old, so Eliza learned fast the full responsibility of a mother.

Because of her small stature, Eliza had to resort to many means and tricks to accomplish some of the tasks before her now. it was but a short time before her mother died that Eliza experienced for the first time making a batch of light bread without any assistance from anyone. Her parents were away for the day so Eliza had been left to make the bread. She could not reach the mixing bowl which was setting on the table, and had to put the bowl on the floor in order to mix the bread. Nevertheless, the bread making episode turned out to be very successful, and Eliza was praised by her mother and father on their return home.

When Eliza was twenty years old she married her childhood friend and sweetheart. The lucky young man was Hyrum Boles Morris, Jr. son of Hyrum Boles Morris and Eleanor Roberts. He was born in Springdale, Utah, in 1863, a year or two after his parents had made a trying journey across the plains to Utah.

When the date for the marriage was set, it became necessary for the young couple to be rebaptized, as was the requirement of the Church in those days. So Eliza and Hyrum were baptized in the Virgin River. It was a test for them because the water was so cold and by the time they hurried back to their homes to change into dry clothing, their wet garments were frozen stiff. After these preparations had been completed, the young couple made a forty-mile journey in a covered wagon to St. George, where the marriage was performed in the Temple. So on January 1, 1885, Eliza and Hyrum became man and wife. They returned to Rockville where they made a home for themselves until early summer when they went to the mountains. They had a summer home where they raised a garden, milked cows, and made butter and cheese. It was a pleasant time for the young couple as they worked and played together.

The following fall in November 1885, they decided to move to Arizona. They settled in The Salt River Valley, where Hyrum's parents had moved two years previous. The young couple purchased what necessities they were able to manage financially and started on the journey to their new home in a covered wagon. Their first child, Hyrum Charles Morris, was born to them on March 18,1886, after the couple had settled in Mesa, Arizona.

In 1887, Hyrum was called to serve a mission in the southern states. He willingly accepted the call though it meant leaving his wife and small son for two years. He took his small family back to Rockville and left them with Eliza's father until his mission had been fulfilled. Another son, George Edwin, was born on December 6, 1887, and was fifteen months old before Hyrum returned home from his mission.

After two years of separation Hyrum returned, gathered his family around him, and once again traveled the long distance to Mesa, Arizona.

The region in and around Mesa at the time that Hyrum made a home for his family, was yet quite undeveloped. Those early settlers who pioneered the way for the growth and development of this section of Arizona were endowed with great patience, endurance and faith. As they lived and reared their families, many obstacles were overcome and a great many sacrifices made by those choice pioneers. Regardless of the hardships and privations, Hyrum and Eliza, as did others, found much happiness as they worked and harvested together.

Hyrum engaged in farming, but found it necessary to engage in extra work to help financially. Often Eliza had to take care of the farm work while her husband was working elsewhere. Early in the morning she would carry enough watermelons from the field to sell during the entire day. She worked hard to be able to sell enough melons and molasses to the Indians to purchase their wheat for the winter. When she had to milk the cows, Eliza tied the children, who were to small to care for themselves, by their apron strings to the fence to keep them from being harmed by the cows. But she usually was able to finish all such outside work before the children were awake.

Hyrum purchased unimproved and run down farms in the Mesa area, spent much time and effort working them, and sold the farms. Throughout Mesa, he left farms that were a credit to him and his family, and at the same time brought financial profit to himself. Hyrum enjoyed seeing growth and development and found much satisfaction in improving the farms which he purchased.

On March 1, 1897, Eliza's father passed away and brought much sorrow to her, because she was unable to be with him during his last days. She had last seen her father in 1893 when she and Hyrum had taken their children and gone to Utah, intending to make their home there. They had stayed in Utah only a short time because the property for which they had traded their home in Mesa had not been what it was represented to be. One of their children had been born in Monroe, Utah on September 30, 1893, and then the family decided to return to Mesa.

After sixteen years of hard work but enjoyable living, Hyrum decided again to leave the Salt River Valley. This time he and Eliza planned to make their home in a cooler climate, and so they moved to Lovell, Wyoming in 1901. The journey took them three months by wagon. Then, because the severe cold of the winters proved to be unfavorable to them, Hyrum again returned to Mesa after only four years in Wyoming.

In 1908, one of Eliza's great desires was realized when her son, George Edwin, was called on a mission to the Samoan Islands. This happiness turned to grief when the young missionary succumbed to a fever and was buried in the islands.

During the following years joy and sorrow were closely interlaced in the strands of Eliza's life. In October 1908 Wilmer died at six.

Eliza was left for the second time to care for her family when Hyrum was called to fulfill a mission in the Northern States in 1910. He was unable to complete his mission because of ill health and returned home in 1911. Three years later a second son was called to the Southern States Mission. So closely following all this happiness, Eliza lost her companion and sweetheart, when Hyrum died in December 1914.

Then during the first World War Eliza, like thousands of other mothers, sent two sons to fight for freedom and right. On October 21, 1918, shortly before the armistice was signed, Joseph was killed in action. Lawrence returned home to his wife and helped soften the blow of the loved one lost in the war.

Within the next thirteen years, Eliza lost three daughters: Manila, who died September 23, 1922, leaving two baby girls, Wilma and Geraldine; Mabel Morris Rollins, who died September 12, 1932, leaving two sons, Charles E. and Morris Rollins, and Sophie Robbins Carlin, who died December 23, 1935, leaving a daughter, Betty Robbins, and two sons, Patrick and Michael Carlin.

After her husband's death, Eliza moved away from the ranch home located south of Mesa back to the old town home. at 228 West First Street, which had been previously owned and occupied by the family. Even though ail her children were married, Eliza was never quite alone, as some of her children lived with her, and she always had grandchildren to love and "spoil". During the later years of her life Eliza felt she would like to return to Utah where she would be able to be with her brothers and sisters. Because of the closeness of her own children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, Eliza was never able to stay in Utah even for visits for any length of time. The high lights of her reclining years were the frequent visits by her children and their families. The grandchildren loved to go to Grandma Morris' home to sleep in her feather bed and listen to her bedtime stories. It was a great event to eat at Grandma's home, she made the best pie in town, a reputation established long ago.

Eliza's staunch, unfaltering faith was the strengthening factor in her entire life. The sorrows and hardships were lessened by this same faith, and Eliza was able to encourage others to the same heights. She was one who used her faith to make a happy home for her husband and her children; to bring in sunshine when the dark clouds hovered overhead, and to guide and instruct her children to the same unchanging faith.

And in words of her daughter, Genevieve, her character is etched in the passage of time... "At the age of 68, Mother courageously faces the daily tasks of like, keeps a spic and span home, visits her friends and attends to her religious duties... On her 80th birthday, Mother held openhouse, with her daughter and two daughters in law, and granddaughters as hostesses. Hundreds of friends called during the day, and Mother enjoyed visiting with them all. She is still able to care for herself, doing her own cooking and cleaning her big home as she has done in the past years. Her health is fair, but she is unable to walk very much and is confined close to home. Her mind is clear and her memory is excellent... At the age of 85, she is still sweet and gentle, always a pleasant companion. She has twenty grandchildren and twenty eight great grandchildren ... that alone is a symbol of wonderful womanhood and motherhood. She is a shining star in our horizon. "

Eliza passed away on September 8, 1951 at Mesa, Arizona, and was buried there on September 10, 1951 as a dedication to a life of hardships and happiness ... much happiness.

Yet Love will dream, and Faith will trust (Since He who knows our need is just)
That somehow, somewhere. meet we must. Alas for him who never sees
The stars shine through his cypress trees! who. Hopeless, lays his dead away,
Nor looks to see the breaking day
Across the mounful marbles play!
Who hath not learned. in hours of faith.
The truth to flesh and sense unknown,
That Life is ever Lord of Death,
And Love can never lose its own!

John Greenleaf Whittier.

William Herbert Rossiter (1867-1949)

William Herbert Rossiter was born September 14, 1867, one of nine children born to William Alfred Rossiter and Eliza Crabtree. The small adobe house where William was born still stands at Third East between First and Second South, Salt Lake City, Utah, but at this date (May, 1954) is surrounded by business houses and is about to be razed. The family later moved to Eighth East between Fifth and Sixth South, where William spent his childhood and youth, until he married.

William had eight brothers and sisters: Phoebe R. Baddley, Elizabeth (Libble) R. Campbell, George Rossiter, Edith R. Lovesy, Fred Rossiter, Lucille R. Evans, Ernest C. Rossiter, Dean Rossiter, and a half brother, Russel Young Rossiter. His parents were of the sturdy, religious stock, who, because of their convictions and beliefs, had conquered the hardships and privations which accompanied the settlement of Utah. They were faithful in their church duties and had reared their children in like manner.

William's father worked very closely with Brigham Young, and it was quite natural for him to meet and fall in love with Shamira Young, one of the younger daughters of Brigham Young, and later marry her. The home where he lived with his second wife and family still stands north of the Beehive House (through the Eagle Gate), and is being used as a Missionary Home at the present time.

The elder William after the death of Brigham Young, had the job of tracing all heirs of Brigham Young and securing their signatures on releases to church property which was in Brigham Young's name.

As a boy, William had the task of carrying milk from his home, where the family kept a number of dairy cows, to the Lion House for the families who lived there. On his trips to deliver the milk William always managed to spend much time playing with the children who lived there. It was more fun to play than to be tied down to a chore, large or small. But children in those days had regular chores to perform before playtime, which many young folk do not have now. Thus they learned a definite sense of responsibility very early in life.

Nevertheless, William was typical of small boys in any period of history. He was high spirited and full of mischief, ready for his share of pranks at any given time. His grandfather, William Crabtree, drove Brigham Young's carriage. One day, while the carriage was stopped in front of the Crabtree home on Eighth East, young Bill splashed mud on the horses. President Young jumped out of his carriage and began to chase the boy, but William eluded him by running into the barn. William, however, later received a sound scolding from Brigham Young for his actions.

William was a tease and played countless pranks on his brothers and sisters. Libble tells of the time when he turned a pan of dough upside down on her head because she flipped flour on his suit when he was ready to go courting. It took some time to get the dough out of her hair for it was long and very thick.

School was another phase of his life which William would have liked omitted. He attended the old Tenth Ward School and also the Twelfth Ward School, and received the highest education obtainable in those days.

As a young man his favorite girl friend was a petite young girl by the name of Mariah Baddley. They lived in the Tenth Ward and had been acquainted for years, so when William asked her hand in marriage, Mariah consented. They were married on New Year's Day in 1896 at her home on Tenth East. It was a simple affair but a very happy one for the young couple. William built a home on Eighth East, next to his parent’s home, where he took his young bride. There they lived for five years and three of their five children were born there: Edith Mabel, Bryant Baddley and Eliza Leone (Lyda). He then built a home on Tenth East (352) where he and his family lived. Two more sons were born to Mariah and William: William Alfred and Frank Baddley.

The fine example of his parents and the religious training received as a child and young man set the pattern for William's behavior in his own home with his family. Though he did not work as much in the church as some of his brothers and sisters, he was truly a religious and Christian member of the church. He lived all but a year or so of his life in the Tenth Ward, one of the oldest wards in the church. He did many wonderful things to help others but because he was a very shy man he tried to never let his good deeds be known. He was a good husband and father, and was loved and respected by his family. Besides rearing a fine family of his own, he and his wife cared for five grandchildren left motherless by the death of their daughter, Edith, until many years later when the children's father married again and took them home with him.

William was a successful business man. For many years he, with a partner, operated one of the leading plumbing establishments in Salt Lake City. Later he and his brother, Ernest, went into the real estate business. He owned and sold to the church the property on which the Primary Children's Hospital now stands.

As a younger man, William, with a group of men, homesteaded a great tract of land in southern Utah, but gave up the project when, as he always said, the wind blew it several miles away. In everything he attempted, with the exception of the venture in southern Utah, William seemed to have good luck. He loved to work in the soil, and always had an orchard or garden in which to work.

After retiring from business, his home and yard were William’s hobbies. He found peace and contentment in caring for his home. He was proud of his home and family and never cared to go far from them, so he never traveled very much. The one trip he always enjoyed reflecting on was one he took with his wife and Alfred and Priscilla Baddley. They went to southern Utah to Hurricane where they visited and became acquainted with all the Hall family. It was such a delightful trip for William and he talked of it often.

William was a quiet reserved man but was ever ready to do a good turn for a friend or relative. He was dependable and loyal to both his neighbors and his family. He was never heard to make an unkind remark to anyone. His code though out his life was to deal fairly with his fellowmen, judge not, and to always give others the benefit of the doubt. Because of his way of life, William had many faithful friends. In later years he enjoyed the companionship of old timers who helped pioneer the way for a better Utah. He served on the Old Folk's Committee for the Tenth and Webster Wards for many years.

William died on April 4, 1949 at his home, after a long and useful life. A man who fathers fine sons and daughters, provides a home for his family and sets a good example by his words and actions for his children to follow can be satisfied that he has fulfilled his measure in this life. William was such a man. He was a fine husband and a good father. He contributed much to the building and progress of Utah, and was honored during the 1947 Centennial as a "Pre Railroad Pioneer".

Charlotte DeGrey Baddley (1842-1902)

Charlotte DeGrey was the fourth daughter of John and Maria Brooks DeGrey III, and was born on June 10, 1842. The home into which Charlotte made her first appearance was a humble but a good home where love and devotion were ever apparent. The bright eyed little baby girl brought no end of commotion as she wailed forth her wants and needs.

Dudley, Worcestershire, England, birthplace of Charlotte, and the country surrounding it, is called the "Black Country". Due to the coal mines underneath and near this area, the skies and the countryside are somewhat blackened in appearance. Consequently, Dudley is not as beautiful and green as most of the English towns. Nevertheless, standing majestically on a green hill overlooking Dudley, surrounded by beautiful old trees, is the one beautiful building which residents point to with pride. It is the old vine covered Dudley Castle which was build by Lord Dudley and later destroyed by Oliver Cromwell. It was there on that green, peaceful section of the ever dismal Dudley, that Charlotte and her sisters and the children of the neighborhood spent many happy rollicking hours in play.

Charlotte, her brother, Alfred, and sisters, Selina, Kezia, Maria and Sarah, and her parents lived in Dudley until she was about thirteen years of age. A short time prior, the DeGrey family heard and was converted to Mormonism. Even at her young age, Charlotte seemed to sense a difference in their home. A very happy and exciting occasion which occurred about that time was the marriage of her older sister, Selina, to one of the young missionaries, who first contacted the family concerning Mormonism. Then the whole family began making preparations to sail for America, where they could then travel to the Great Salt Lake Valley to join with other saints.

Opposition and a certain degree of resentment from friends and neighbors came to Maria DeGrey and her children because they had joined the "Mormon Church". Undaunted, the DeGrey family continued their efforts. Charlotte was still but a young girl and did not fully realize the feeling against them because of their church membership. It seemed to her as though many new adventures were in store for her as she thought of going to Utah, and because she was so young, she excitedly anticipated the future, not knowing of the hardships and trials which were to come into her life.

In June 1856, the DeGrey family sold their household goods and collected what savings they had and the clothing which had been prepared and set aside for the journey and booked passage on the sailing vessel "Well Fleet". Selina and her husband, John C. Hall, and their two children remained in England two more years while John was doing missionary work before going to Utah. Alfred DeGrey, Charlotte's only brother, also remained in England and came to Utah later. Only Maria and her daughters left their homeland at that time.

They had many interesting experiences crossing the ocean. The voyage took six weeks but Charlotte and the other children enjoyed everything. Though most of the trip the weather was beautiful and the ocean was calm so that none of them experienced seasickness. Their meals consisted of salt bacon, beef, sea biscuits, etc. Sometimes the stewards would give them lumps of brown sugar, which, when dipped in vinegar, made a very tasty luxury for them. The water they had to use became quite stale by the end of the voyage. The large barrels were filled with water before the boat left England, and before the end of the journey it had a terrible odor. Nevertheless, it had to be used both for drinking and cleaning purposes.

The voyage was an adventure from beginning to end for the children. Charlotte and her sisters spent most of their time on deck watching the porpoises jump out of the water, trying to catch the flying fish, and sometimes they caught a glimpse of a giant whale in the distance spurting water high into the air. The ships which passed them were far away on the horizon, but they seemed to take the loneliness from the vast ocean. When the weather was warm, Charlotte and her companions could always be found underfoot, watching the sailors’ climb the masts which governed the boat, or else watching the sailors swim in the ocean.

Near the end of the voyage, the DeGrey family were witnesses of a near riot on board the boat. The trouble started when one of the stewards and a negro cook had an argument. The cook stabbed the steward quite seriously and further trouble was culminated when a tugboat came out from Boston and took the Negro cook ashore. A riot was averted and relief swept the frightened passengers when the knowledge that further injury to either the crew or themselves had been stopped.

It was a warm day in July 1856, when the "Well Fleet" docked at the Boston harbor, after a monotonous trip of six weeks. Maria DeGrey deeply felt her responsibility as she stepped ashore in the new land of America. However the family was met by a friend of one of Charlotte's sisters, Kezia, and invited to her home at Chelsea.

The Degrey family spent many pleasant days relaxing and visiting at the home of their friend, then the family separated and found work in order to start saving enough money to carry them to their destination. At the home where Charlotte went to work, she was required to sleep in an attic room. One night not long after she had started to work, a fire broke out in the neighborhood. Charlotte was awakened by the reflection of the flames in the sky light in the small attic sleeping room. She became hysterical and frightened when she thought the house in which she was living was afire.

So great was the shock that Charlotte's health was greatly impared. Even after sometime had passed, she did not seem to regain her strength. Instead she wasted away until she was nothing but a skeleton of bones.

Charlotte's mother was working at the home of a doctor who insisted that Maria bring her daughter to his home where he could take care of her. A bed was fashioned out of a basket and in it they put Charlotte. The basket was placed in the kitchen where Maria could watch over her daughter. The young girl was too weak to move her limbs but her eyes followed her mother's movements from place to place as she worked around the kitchen.

During the nine months of working and saving in Boston, the DeGrey family managed to save only $112.00, but they were still faithful and undaunted by any discouraging words from their newly found friends in America. Their determination only seemed to be strengthened by each attempt to show the futility of their venture.

They were unable to start immediately on their journey westward because John and Selina had only just arrived and John had received an injury to his foot on board the boat, so the group waited about one week in Boston. Then in April, 1857, the small company of nine, full of faith and dogged determination, started on their way. They traveled by train as far as the Missouri River, which was considered the end of any civilization. From there westward, the frontier was rugged and uncharted.

When the family group arrived in Iowa City, Charlotte's young brother in law, John, took their combined savings and was able to buy only a yoke of cows, a yoke of steers and one covered wagon. This was insufficient means of travel for nine persons, but the group did not let this fact dissuade them. They were ferried across the Missouri River on a large flat boat and from there they traveled to Florence where they joined the main company of Saints. Further instructions were given them as they were grouped and assigned to the company with Jesse B. Martin acting as captain. Against the advise of Brother Martin that they wait until the next spring when at such time they would be able to secure another wagon and more provisions, and be better equipped for the long journey, the nine members of the DeGrey and Hall families determined to go to Utah as soon as possible.

The long journey had many unpleasant, yet faith building hardships for all the saints. The wagon train continued slowly westward, traveling from fifteen to twenty miles per day and stopping at the end of each day wherever they could find a suitable place to camp where there were food and water for their animals.

No complaints were uttered by Maria DeGrey and her family. Especially there were no complaints from Charlotte and her sisters and their newly acquired friends. Charlotte was about fourteen years of age and she found pleasure and excitement in each day as the company traveled along. There were always pretty rocks and wild flowers to gather as the young girls and boys walked beside the wagons. Sometimes the DeGrey girls would ride ahead of the company with the captain, Brother Martin, to find a suitable camping place. Then, while waiting for the wagon train to arrive, Charlotte and her sisters would pick up buffalo chips and make a fire.

The wagons of the company always formed their camp in the form of a circle as a protective measure against Indian attack. There were also the danger of buffalo causing a stampede among their own cattle. Although the company had no serious trouble with the Indians, there were many stories from other companies which had been molested by warring Indians. These stories kept the saints ever cautious and fearful, and certain precautions were exercised so that they were always prepared for any trouble from the Indians.

On one occasion, after the DeGrey family had crossed the Platte River, their cows and steers became exhausted and had to be given a rest. John Hall fell behind of the main body of the company in order to give the animals a chance to rest. Charlotte and her sister, Sarah, were gathering flowers near the wagon when they noticed a cloud of dust in the distance. They had been cautioned never to stray far from the wagons because of the constant danger so naturally they ran back to the wagon as soon as they sighted the dust. When the Indians came into view, the group could see that there were about thirty red skins. While the majority of them stopped a short distance away, several of the Indians rode up and encircled the wagon. They poked around under the cover of the wagon and then put their red faces into the wagon. The occupants were so frightened they were speechless and they knew their lives were in the protecting care of their Father in Heaven. Each member silently prayed that the Indians would be kindly toward them.

John Hall was a brave man and though only of the welfare of the women and children entrusted in his care. Realizing the danger they were in, he quickly motioned in the direction of the main body of the company, which was some distance ahead down in a deep ravine, and said, "Captain, company ahead." Two of the Indians rode away in the direction John had pointed out to them until they could so the rest of the saints. Then they rode back and consulted with the remaining Indians.

After a breathless moment while the frightened travelers waited the decision of the apparent leader of the group, the Indians whirled and rode away in a cloud of dust as quickly as they had arrived. A visible sigh of relief swept the occupants of the wagon as they watched the Indians disappear. That night as the saints made camp, John Hall and his small group thanked their Heavenly Father for His protecting care during their experience that day. Tired bodies and aching hearts received rest and new hope as the weary men and women knelt in prayer. Songs of thanksgiving and praise rend the still night as the saints gathered around the campfires.

Charlotte and sisters talked of their frightening experience to their friends for days afterward. There was always something new and interesting for the children to discuss as they romped and played. The DeGrey girls walked most of the distance because there was not room in the wagon for all of them. They waded across most of the steams, but whenever the company came to a large river such as the Platte River, the girls would hang to the back of the wagon until they were across.

It was September, 1857 when the company arrived in the Salt Lake Valley. Charlotte and her sisters had walked nearly all of the hundreds of miles across the plains. They, too, were tired, but nevertheless, excited and thrilled at the knowledge that they would not have any further to walk. They now could settle down and enjoy the companionship and acquaintance of both old and new friends.

The Saints were very fortunate in that they were able to arrive in Utah before the Johnson's Army did. Their journey would have been delayed about one year if they had not arrived when they did, so there was a great deal of excitement and relief among the group.

Their funds had been depleted in the purchase of provisions for the trip, so each able bodied member of the DeGrey family found employment in different homes after their arrival in Salt Lake City. Charlotte's sister, Kezia, married John Hall as his second wife and was sealed to him for time and eternity. The family built a small log cabin on seventh east, between South Temple and First South streets, for Maria Brooks DeGrey, and here she lived comfortably with the girls who were still unmarried.

Charlotte was courted and married in 1861 to George Baddley when she was but nineteen years of age. They planned to live in Salt Lake where they would be near their respective families, but one month after they were married, they were among the first to settle at Grafton on the Virgin River. Charlotte's other sisters, Selina and Kezia, and their husband, John Hall, were among the group called for the same mission, so it was much easier for Charlotte to leave her mother and travel so far away.

Great obstacles stood in the way of these pioneers when they first reached their destination. A great deal of their supplies had to be brought in from the outside, and lumber for building purposes had to be freighted by team and wagon, oftimes from great distances. Charlotte and her young husband, George, endured many trials and harsh experiences, as did all the faithful pioneers of southern Utah. Their first child a son, Alfred, was born September 14, 1862, while they were living in a dugout built in the side of the mountain. Just to have children in those days, unattended except for perhaps a midwife, was a fine and brave thing for those young women to do.

There was always the struggle in tilling the soil. Charlotte worked beside her husband in building and harvesting for their needs. There was also the constant fear of attack from the Indians which inhabited that section of Utah. Charlotte, because of the experiences she had while crossing the plains, was even more sensitive to that ever threatening danger.

Charlotte and George lived there for about three years when her husband was released to return to Salt Lake City due to ill health developed through the hardships of pioneering and the extreme heat in "Dixie", and was advised to return at once. Charlotte urged her husband to return as quickly as possible. George was hesitant to travel at that time because Charlotte was expecting her second child. So against his better judgment and because of Charlotte's persistence, the family made ready for the long, tiresome trip back to Salt Lake City. Charlotte's older sister, Selina, had became discontented and discouraged with her life in Dixie, so she planned to return with Charlotte and George in case of an emergency.

They traveled about three weeks and Charlotte seemed to be taking the hard traveling quite satisfactorily until they reached the point of the mountain near Lehi. There Charlotte gave birth to a second son, Henry, on April 16, 1864. The baby was born in a covered wagon. Selina knew that some friends by the name of Russon who also had come to Utah from Dudley, England, lived near. George contacted this family and they willingly gave what assistance they could for the three days they were stopped at Lehi. When Charlotte felt well enough the family again continued on their way to Salt Lake City.

They made a home on Ninth East between Second and Third South, which consisted of one adobe room with a lean to on the back to be used for a kitchen and a porch on the front. Here two more children were born to Charlotte and George, a daughter, Maria, and a son, George. Later George built a home on Tenth East for Charlotte, which is still standing (1949).

George's health did not seem to improve, and Charlotte was compelled to care for her husband and her young family. Alfred was still but a small boy, but he helped his mother haul coal from the depot with a wagon and a mule. Charlotte kept her own home supplied with coal and also many of their neighbors and friends. She planted and harvested all their crops. From her vegetable garden which was her pride and joy, Charlotte took peas to the market earlier then anyone else. To accomplish this she got up at day break and picked the peas, and then carried them in large sacks for twelve city blocks to "Market Row", located just off Main Street.

George was bedridden for two and one half years before his death on April 9, 1875, at the age of fifty. He was a comparatively young man but the hardships of the pioneer life were too strenuous for him. Charlotte was left a widow at the age of thirty three, with quite a bit of property and five children for which to provide.

Since her boys were older, they were anxious to find jobs in order to help their mother make her burden lighter. A neighbor, Mr. Keyson, who owned the Salt Lake Brewery, was a kind friend to Charlotte and her family and took a great interest in their welfare. He gave Charlotte's boys light work in the brewery at first and gradually promoted them to better jobs as they grew older. One son, Henry, became foreman of the bottling department and worked as such until the brewery business was discontinued.

Even though the extra money brought into the household by her boys helped lighten her work. Charlotte had her share of trials and sorrows. It seemed even more than she could bear because she had no partner to share her troubles. Her youngest son, John William died when he was about six months old and her youngest daughter, Sarah, died at the age of eight with membranous croup. The death of her little daughter so soon after her husband's death was hard for Charlotte because the child had such a sweet, loveable personality and had been such a comfort to her in her bereavement at her husband's passing. The children, in growing up, had their share of ailments and small injuries, which only added more worry and anxiety to Charlotte.

Each afternoon when the boys were younger they would take the cows upon the hill near Fort Douglas to graze. On this particular day they decided they would like to collect a menagerie of animals and insects. They caught horned toads, lizards of all sizes and colors and then they saw a rattlesnake. Being unafraid and adventuresome as small boys are, they decided to take the rattlesnake home with them, too. While the other boys were to hold the snake's head down with a forked stick, Alfred, who was the oldest, agreed to tie a string around its neck. However, in their excitment the boys let the stick slip and the snake caught Alfred's thumb in its poisonous fangs.

The two younger brothers yelled for help and drew the attention of some people traveling nearby in a carriage. They took the children to Wagner's Brewery, where Mrs. Wagner wrapped Alfred's thumb and poured a pint of whiskey down him. Although that much alcohol did not make Alfred drunk, the doctor said it probably saved his life.

Charlotte was frantic when she heard of the incident and even though she cautioned her sons never to bother rattlesnakes again, she knew she had to expect many such frightening episodes during the years of rearing her children.

Charlotte was a very kind and sympathetic person. When there was sickness anywhere in the nighborhood she was the first to offer assistance, especially if the family was poor. She went right into the home and stayed, if necessary, for weeks at a time. Her daughter. Maria, was young but was very efficient and dependable, and while Charlotte was helping in the home of a friend or neighbor who needed assistance, Maria took full charge of their home and family,

Charlotte was very reserved and what kindness she did were not done with any desire or thought of mention or praise. Although she never cared to appear before the public, she fulfilled her duty in the Relief Society when she was called to serve. Whatever Charlotte did in her quiet, unassuming manner brought far greater results then any public carreer, because she worked hard to do everything well. She was loved by everyone who knew her.

For about three years before her death on January 12, 1902 in Salt Lake City, Charlotte suffered ill health. Even at the age of sixty, the family doctor who attended her said she was not old; but that her body was just worn out through hard work and sorrow. Her ambitions were always more than her strength could manage.

Despite her sadnessess and tribulations, Charlotte spent many happy hours with her children. She, herself, had accepted the Gospel in a far away county, walked almost the entire distance to the Salt Lake Valley, married young and accepted the call with her husband to go to Dixie, always been a good and faithful wife and mother and had six fine sons and daughters, so her life had been a full and busy one. She will long be remembered by her descendants for the good and kind woman that she was as they hear by word of mouth and read of her accomplishments.

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