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  • Name Charlotte Hirst 
    Born 9 Dec 1859  Todmorden, Yorkshire, England Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Female 
    Initiatory (LDS) 6 Jan 1881  EHOUS Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Died 6 Aug 1942  Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Buried 8 Aug 1942  Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
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    Person ID I131  mytree
    Last Modified 18 Feb 2018 

    Father John Hirst,   b. 7 Jan 1816, Slaithwaite, Yorkshire, England Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 7 Sep 1878, Pleasant Green, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 62 years) 
    Mother Charlotte Brook,   b. 20 Feb 1819, Salendine Nook, West Yorkshire, England Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 28 Jun 1880, Pleasant Green, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 61 years) 
    Married 5 Nov 1837  Huddersfield, Yorkshire, England Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Family ID F98  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

    Family John Abraham Coon,   b. 22 Feb 1857, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 8 Oct 1934, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 77 years) 
    Married 6 Jan 1881  Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Children 
    +1. John Bert Coon,   b. 15 Nov 1881, Pleasant Green, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 11 Jul 1963, Pleasant Green, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 81 years)
    +2. Bertha Coon,   b. 23 Jun 1884, Pleasant Green, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 24 Jan 1981, Sandy, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 96 years)
     3. Charles Lorus Coon,   b. 18 Mar 1887, Pleasant Green, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 28 Dec 1889, Pleasant Green, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 2 years)
     4. Myrtle Coon,   b. 19 May 1889, Pleasant Green, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 24 Oct 1918, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 29 years)
    +5. Roswell Hirst Coon,   b. 4 Dec 1892, Pleasant Green, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 24 Feb 1978  (Age 85 years)
    +6. Rudgar York Coon,   b. 30 Mar 1896, Pleasant Green, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 11 May 1989  (Age 93 years)
     7. Archie Brook Coon,   b. 18 Jul 1901, Pleasant Green, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 25 Sep 1964, San Diego, San Diego, California, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 63 years)
    +8. Clifford Alton Coon,   b. 23 Jun 1904, Pleasant Green, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 7 Jul 1993, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 89 years)
    Last Modified 11 Aug 2019 
    Family ID F126  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  • Event Map
    Link to Google MapsBorn - 9 Dec 1859 - Todmorden, Yorkshire, England Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsInitiatory (LDS) - 6 Jan 1881 - EHOUS Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsMarried - 6 Jan 1881 - Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsDied - 6 Aug 1942 - Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsBuried - 8 Aug 1942 - Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
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  • Notes 
    • Pioneer
      John G. Holman Company (1868)
      Age at Departure: 8


      Holman's ox train of 62 wagons left the rail terminus at Benton, Wyoming, on September 1 with 628 emigrants. Benton was located 11 miles east of present-day Rawlins, Wyoming. This end-of-track town was in existence for only three months, but during its brief history more than 100 people were reported to have died there in gunfights. The company was delayed in Benton when a woman in their company was arrested on a trumped-up charge and they had to wait for her trial. U.S. soldiers had to protect the company when an enraged mob from the railroad town marched on the wagon company. The mob had been angered by false rumors to the effect that the Mormons were intent on taking a woman to Utah against her will.


      Most of those who traveled to Utah in Holman's company crossed the Atlantic aboard the ship Emerald Isle. Many in this company were Danes and Swedes who suffered much sickness while crossing the ocean and after landing in New York. Also traveling with the company were 8 independent wagons with about 40 passengers. After getting off the train and being loaded into the Church wagons, this company traveled in a northwesterly direction from Benton through Whiskey Gap and northward from there until they reached the Sweetwater River and the old emigrant road on September 8. As did many other companies in the 1860s, after coming through Echo Canyon they traveled to Silver Creek and then down Parley's Canyon into the valley. They arrived in Salt Lake on September 25. Twenty-two people died between Benton and Salt Lake.



      History of
      Charlotte Hirst Coon
      1859-1942
      By Bertha Coon Chambers, daughter
      Retyped by Victoria Wilson Chambers, great granddaughter-in-law, 2017

      Charlotte Hirst Coon was born in Todmordon, Lancashire, England, December 9, 1859. She was the twelfth of thirteen children, three boys, two died in infancy and ten girls, one of whom died at the age of eighteen.
      Her father was a farmer and a weaver of fine cloth in that little English village. Both her parents, John and Charlotte Brook Hirst, were staunch Latter-day Saints, having joined the Church before Charlotte’s birth, and for sixteen years John Hirst had labored as a home missionary and traveling elder throughout England. During this time his home was always open to missionaries, among them were Charles W. Penrod and many other prominent men of the Church. For years all in the family who were able to do so worked and saved their hard-earned money that they might go to Utah; and by the year 1868, they were ready to depart from the land of their birth.
      This they did with mingled feelings of joy and sorrow—joy at the prospect of journeying to a new land—and sorrow because three of the girls who were married remained behind. Later two of these girls came to Utah, the other one never saw her family again, with the exception of her brother John, who went to England on a mission many years later.
      The family embarked on the little packet ship Emerald Isle, an old-fashioned sailing vessel, with a company of 876 saints under the leadership of Hans Jensen Hals. [Leaving Liverpool 6.20.1868 and arriving in New York 8.14.1868.] Incidentally this was the last group of saints to cross the ocean in a sailing vessel, and also the last trip for the ship; on the return voyage it sank with crew and cargo.
      The long tedious journey of eight heart-breaking weeks was marked by many sad incidents—terrific storms were encountered all the way and the apparatus used for filtering the drinking water became unserviceable. They all had to drink water from huge storage tanks in an unfiltered condition. Charlotte recalls her mother boiling Chamomile flowers in the water to purify it. Many became very ill, thirty-seven adults and children died. Although just eight years of age at this time, Charlotte had a vivid recollection of seeing the bodies being lowered into the ocean. One day, during a heavy galea huge rope swung behind her and she was swept across the deck. A sailor rescued her and returned her to safety.
      On the tenth of July her married sister, Nancy Dearden, gave birth to a baby girl who was named Emerald at the request of the Captain. Arriving in New York, August 11, they left by rail for Benton, Wyoming and arrived August 25. On September 1st with John Greenleaf Holman at the head of a company of sixty-two wagons drawn by ox-teams, they started on their journey across the plains. This was the last company to travel by ox-team. During the journey, thirty-six died and were buried on the plains.
      Fourteen weeks after leaving England, the family arrived in Salt Lake City. Charlotte’s family settled in a little log house west of the Jordan River. Her father and brother-in-law worked on the railroad under construction through Echo Canyon during the winter and following spring.
      As soon as the water was warm enough Charlotte was baptized in the Jordan River by Nathan Hansen and confirmed by her father. In 1872, they moved to Pleasant Green near the west mountains where her father homesteaded and raised cattle. He was presiding elder of that place until his death and her mother was president of the first Relief Society organized in 1879. She also held this position until her death.
      As Charlotte grew older she became very active in the Church working in Sunday School, M.I.A., and was 2nd counselor in Relief Society many years later. She was a good singer and loved to do so. She was from a musical family and sang in the choir for years before and after her marriage. She taught the neighboring children for some time as there were no schools in the locality.
      When she was 18 years of age her father passed away and two years later her mother followed him. This was a great loss to her as she was very devoted to her parents. As all the other children were married she was left alone, so she lived with one sister, then another.
      On January 6, 1881, she married John A. Coon after he returned home from the colonizing mission to Arizona. The ceremony was performed in the Endowment House by Daniel H. Wells. After their marriage they continued to live in Pleasant Green. John A. owned some property given him by his grandfather, he being the eldest grandson. He purchased more acreage and a little house which was their first home. Eventually he homesteaded more land, purchased more, and finally owned a large tract of land.
      Their first child, John Bert, was born in the little home, November 15, 1881. Before Betha, their second child was born, June 23, 1884, John A. had made adobes and built a two-room house northeast of their first home. Four children were born there: March 18, 1887, Charles Lorus was born, he passed away December 23, 1889. Myrtle was born May 19, 1889, passed away during the flu epidemic of 1918. Roswell Hirst was born December 4, 1892. Rudgar York, born March 30, 1896.
      Charlotte passed through many trying times raising her family of six boys and two girls. Far from medical aid, she nursed them through serious illnesses with no one but her husband to help. They had faith in their Heavenly father, firm believers in prayer and administration.
      Although she was not very strong, she was a hard worker—raising chickens, and churning—making as many as eight pounds of butter a week. In 1896 when she had five children, her husband was called to go on a mission to the Northern States. At this time her eldest son, Bert, was 15 years of age and Bertha was 13. She was an excellent manager and when her husband returned home two years later, he found she had added to instead of using a sum of money he had placed in the bank for her use before his departure.
      At the time John A. received his call, twelve were called from the Pleasant Green Ward, most were married men with families, all farmers. At first a number of them did not see how they could go and leave their wives and children to run the farms. Bishop Hiram T. Spencer told them if they had faith the way would be opened up for them to go. They all went at different times during the year and filled honorable missions.
      From Bertha Coon Chambers’ Autobiography:
      “Father left on December 10, 1896 and returned December 25, 1898. That was a happy time for all. It took faith, courage and determination for all concerned. Mother was a good manager and we children helped with what we could do. Bert especially was a great help in taking care of the livestock, feeding, watering and milking the cows. Mother’s niece, Emerald and her husband Will, helped in many ways while father was away, especially on Saturdays in taking the butter and eggs to Salt Lake and bringing groceries home. Sometimes mother, Bert or I would go along to help. We had been doing this for some time before father went away, used our team and buggy some of the time, theirs other times.
      “During the time the men were in the mission field, Pleasant Green Ward prospered exceedingly, a new ward house was built. After father returned from his mission, two other sons were born, Archie Brook on July 18, 1901 and Clifford Alton, June 23, 1904.
      “The money that had been saved was used the next summer to enlarge their home. In 1913, this home and all their household goods were destroyed by fire caused by an overheated stove. The home was later rebuilt.
      “The folks took us, Bert and I, to the dedication of the Salt Lake Temple which was in April; I was nine the following June. The temple was dedicated April 6, 1893 by President Wilford Woodruff. The dedicatory services continued twice each day from April 6th to the 18th, again April 23rd and 24th, the 21st and 22nd being reserved for Sunday School children. It must have been one of those days we went.
      “It was not easy to make a living on a dry farm. Father acquired more land – I think he bought some from some of his cousins and homesteaded some. He eventually owned four hundred and some odd acres. They had to depend on the snow in winter and rain the spring, also some water that came down from Coon’s Canyon in the spring. When it was a dry season the crops were poor. Most of the land father owned was only good for grazing since it was up in the foothills next to the mountains. This was where the milk cows would be taken each morning for milking.
      “At different times in his life father owned quite a lot of cattle. The ones he was raising for beef would be driven to the canyon each spring and brought out in the fall to sell. The price of beef was much lower than it is now, so one that weighed several hundred pounds really did not sell for much. When father had a number to sell and got what he called, a fair price, the folks were very happy. This meant money for taxes, new clothing that was needed on a farm. The folks were very careful and wise in their spending. They had to be careful. They were so pleased when they had what father called, a little next egg, left over, even if it was just a few dollars. I never saw anyone that could make a dollar go farther than mother could. If she wanted to get something a little special, she would save a little each week, even if it was just a few cents. At times it would take weeks and months before she had the needed amount. She would keep it in a fancy cup she had on next to the top shelf in the cupboard. The money was never taken out for anything else except in case of an emergency.
      “The folks did not believe in going in debt, and never would unless it was very necessary. Sometimes in the winter when most of the cows were dry and the chickens were not laying good, they would have to get some groceries on time. I know when this happened they got as little as possible. If the folks owed thirty or forty dollars for groceries by spring, it seemed such a dreadful thing.
      “For a number of years, they went to the May sale at the Z.C.M.I. to get us fitted out for summer. I often times went with mother and helped pick out calico in different colors and patterns for dresses and aprons, pretty flowered lawn (fine high-count yarn, silky finish) for best dresses, a heavier grade of material in light and dark colors for waists for the boys, toweling and sheeting. She made a lovely white waist with a sailor collar trimmed in white embroidery for Rudgar when he was a little boy. He wore this with a pleated black and white skirt. His hair was long and in ringlets. He looked more like a little girl than a boy. She had a very nice dress made by a niece who was a dress maker before father went on his mission. Mother made a very nice dress for Myrtle and I; we all had our pictures taken before father went. Rudgar was just a baby then, about a year and a half later, she had his picture taken in the little suit I have described to send to father.
      “Mother made a lovely white dress with a crocheted lace insertion for Myrtle when she was little. I have the dress at this time. I don’t see how mother accomplished all the things she did, sheets and towels had to be hemmed in those days. This she taught me to do when I was quite young. I remember some material she bought on sale for 5¢ a yard. She intended to use it in a quilt. It was pink with a little design that was so pretty. Myrtle and I wanted it for dresses. I helped make them; the skirts were quite full. We wore them all that summer. Later, they were cut into quilt blocks and put with other colors which made a very nice quilt. Mother was a good seamstress, she not only sewed for her own family but helped her sisters and neighbors with their sewing. She made her own wedding dress, also helped a number of girls in the ward make theirs. Was very good at trimming hats which was the custom in those days. Her sisters would come to get her to help them. She always had such good taste in selecting our hats and trimmings. Myrtle and I were so proud and happy to wear them with our lovely new dresses she always made for us to wear on the Fourth of July which was a very special day for all.
      “Down through the years I remember the wonderful picnics; always fried chicken and lots of it. Mother would be up before day light cooking it; it always meant a hot fire in the cook stove. There were lots of bread and butter sandwiches and father always insisted we have sardines in mustard sauce, and the two cocoanut layer cakes mother made for special occasions such as the Fourth of July and Christmas. Mother’s sisters, their husbands and families were there. We went as one big family. Always ate together, there was always plenty for everyone. Aunt Fanny (Fanny Hirst, 1852-1926) and Uncle Bill Jenkins (William Jenkins, 1848-1920) and family, Aunt Sarah Coon (Sarah Hirst Coon, 1858-1911) and family (Aunt Sarah was a widow), she and Aunt Fanny always took black currant pies which they stacked one on top of the other, three or four deep. Aunt Ellen (Ellen Hirst Whipple, 1862-1935) and Uncle Dan Whipple (Daniel Whipple, 1854-1926) and family always took the jelly layer cakes. It was one glorious day. We would leave home eight or nine in the morning, it was a long drive.
      “The folks did not go to these places very often, there was always so much to be done on the farm, but as nearly as I can remember, we went to Garfield on the Fourth for years. We children did not have much to spend, but a nickel went a long way then, you could get a good-sized bag of popcorn or candy or a tall glass of soda water. I always felt so big and important when I was at the fountain drinking a strawberry soda with the pink foam on top, which was my favorite. Sometimes father would take us up in the canyon for a little outing. When the circus came to Salt Lake, if it was possible, the folks would bring us in, sometimes when money was not very plentiful we would just watch the parade, get a loaf of baker’s bread, some bologna and cheese to eat on the way back home. When the Buffalo Bill Circus came we saw both the circus and parade. Later on, we went to Saltair a few times, also Liberty Park, Wandamere and Lagoon. We always had our new dresses for the Fourth, which seemed to be the custom for all at the time. The four families met together on Christmas and New Years for a number of years. Mother had another sister living in Pleasant Green, Aunt Nancy Dearden. She and her husband, Uncle Joe had four daughters, all older than we were. Aunt Nancy met with an accident in her early married life and was an invalid for years so could not join in with the others.”

      Two sons, Roswell and Rudgar served in WWI. A number of grandsons and great grandsons in WWII. Two sons filled missions, Roswell in Canada and Clifford in the Southern States. Many years later Clifford and his lovely wife LaVerna went to the South again on another mission. A large number of grandchildren and great grandchildren have served on missions in different parts of the world.
      They moved to Salt Lake in 1918, lived in Miller Ward for a number of years. On January 6, 1931, John A. and Charlotte celebrated their Golden Wedding anniversary with their six living children, 17 grandchildren and five great grandchildren.
      John A. passed away October 8, 1934 and Charlotte August 6, 1942. She would have been 83 the following December. At the time of her death she was survived by one daughter and five sons, 19 grandchildren and 20 great grandchildren.



      Grandma
      Charlotte Hirst Coon
      1859-1942

      by Carolyn Coon Dupuis, granddaughter
      Shared with permission from Isabelle Dupuis, great granddaughter
      Excerpt from The Lilac House, p. 15-17


      She was my only grandparent I ever met and that she was my father’s mother amazed me. Amazed was a word that I, a tall and six-year-old girl, had recently learned about the time Grandma Coon came to visit us for a while. Maybe it was for two weeks, maybe three. My only memory of her after that time is that she retired into one of the bedrooms at Aunt Bertha’s and died when I was eight. Aunt Bertha’s husband, my Uncle Roy, was a carpenter, and he could add an extra bedroom on to their house as easily as some uncles could read the Sunday paper.

      Grandma got to stay in my room, while I moved downstairs to the extra twin bed in the basement. But all of my waking moments, apart from school, were spent beside her. I’d rush home at 3:30 and there she would be in a dark dress with her favorite brooch at the neck, the brooch a gentle oval edged with tiny winking lights, or else wearing her favorite necklace of shiny, black wooden beads. She wore dark stockings and black oxfords with chubby square heels. Some folks called them old lady shoes, but I thought of them as being quite pleasant. The laces were always neatly tied. But that she was my father’s mother amazed me, as she was just slightly taller than me, and my father was a strong and sturdy six-footer. I wondered how in the world he ever managed to get out on the day of his birth.

      Grandma’s skin was like lovely soft and wrinkled silk, her smile was like my father’s smile that made me feel safe inside, and she wore eyeglasses with delicate slender stems. Her hair was gathered into a shiny bun on top of her head.

      I used to help her get ready for bed in my bedroom. She always managed to have already put on her warm white nightgown with the long sleeves and stand-up collar before I arrived. The sleeves ended with cuffs that fastened with little white pearl buttons and the same white buttons went part way down the front. There were gentle tucks across the front and the collar was bordered with lace and so were the cuffs. She would let me take two magnificent combs out of her hair, they were tortoise shell and a part of them stood up tall and straight above the teeth. Magnificent was also a new word for me that year and I was certain it was exactly right to describe my grandmother’s two combs. When her hair fell down all the way to her waist it was like a curtain of stars. Every evening she’d let me comb it, and it was exactly like combing starlight.

      Then I would help her bundle it up again, patting it just so, and she would carefully place two large dark hair pins and a net for the night. This was followed by a little white cap with lace on the edges, and most amazing of all, two little booties for her feet, crocheted of a warm pink yarn and with chain-stitched laces to adjust them to the right tightness. I was pretty good at tying bows, so she let me make the final adjustment on her two booties each bedtime.

      Sometimes my mother would come into the room and say that I was combing Grandma’s hair too hard and that I was hurting Grandma. Grandma always said that I was doing a good job, and would flash one of her smiles. My mother seemed to be saying that a child as lively as I was might overwhelm Grandma. After all, she was 81. But I don’t remember that Grandma every seemed overwhelmed, maybe because she had given birth to eight children, raised seven to adulthood, and had been co-manager of a large family farm.

      They say that out in Coonville [present day Magna], which was close to Coon Peak and to Coon Canyon, Grandma’s butter was the best to be had and it brought a higher price probably than anyone else’s in the Salt Lake Valley. She packed it to chill in special little metal molds that bore her initials. Grandma had run the farm a couple of years by herself (with the help of her older sons) while her husband went on a mission for the Mormon Church. And Grandma had walked across the great plains of America headed for the promised land of Utah when she was just a young girl. She carried a rag doll. And before that she and the same rag doll passed through Ellis Island.

      So I don’t think that I was too much for her to handle at all, even if she was 81.

      I didn’t see too much of my grandma before she stayed with us, she had to share herself with five other married children and about 28 grandchildren and I was number 26. But sometimes when I get scared in the night, I think of the valentines my grandma used to mail me, red hearts and lace bursting to be unfolded, and remember the box of Sweet’s chocolates, a single layer as big around as a bed pillow, that she’d give us every Christmas and that my parents would always hide under the bed.

      And I remember the little girl that I was, sitting cross-legged on the floor opening and smelling and then closing a bottle of lavender toilet water, then rubbing the lavender flowers on the label and the narrow lavender ribbon around the neck, and finally wrapping it carefully in white tissue paper, colored Christmas stickers and bright ribbon. I can still see myself gently tugging at the ribbons to make them just right, knowing that Grandma would put the bottle in the very center of her dressing table.












      Inheritances
      [From] Charlotte Hirst Coon
      1859-1942

      by Carolyn Coon Dupuis, granddaughter
      Shared with permission from Isabelle Dupuis, great granddaughter
      Excerpt from The Lilac House, p. 33-38


      The Bedspread
      When my grandma Coon died I felt that my heart dropped out of my chest, wiggled out of my body and somehow floated away. She was my dad’s mother and the only grandparent I had ever known. But my eight-year-old heart started returning, apparently in little bits and pieces beginning about a month later when I learned that I was to have an inheritance.

      An inheritance! This was a completely new word for me, but one the rest of my family used with a great deal of facility. I remember proudly telling my playmates that I was to have an inheritance and they weren’t sure what that was. But they were both envious and impressed.

      It was white like fresh snow on the winter mountains, like clouds in a calm summer sky, like milk just separated from the cream, and like a baby’s first tooth and like the white lace doily on the homemade valentine. It had been on my grandmother’s bed and was absolutely without blemish. I felt almost overwhelmed to be given such a prize. Apparently hand-woven the spread resembled a very heavy damask but had gentle ridges and bumps which I enjoyed touching with very clean hands. I treated it as carefully as my grandma would have me do. I never placed anything on it except my Teddy Bear and I made sure he was polite. I never sat or slept on it. At night I would carefully fold it back to the bottom of the bed. In the morning I would perfectly smooth it when I made my bed…


      The Down Pillow
      It was covered in pale green polished cotton and was exceptionally comfortable to sleep on. It meant more than a pillow to me, it meant my grandma’s presence. I slept on it almost very night of my life between the ages of eight until three years after my marriage. At that point there really weren’t enough feathers left to plan on a second pillow. I have it in my linen closet now, a deeply cherished souvenir of when I was a little girl and would talk to it, cry to it, and tell it my secrets.


      The Black Beads
      A long strand of wooden beads, each shaped like a ball, all the same size, all separated from each other by a black knot. I wasn’t supposed to start wearing these right away, according to my mother but I did. The beads are still in excellent condition and I wear them often. And even now when I have them on I can sometimes feel my grandma’s presence.