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Jennette Snedden

Jennette Snedden

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  • Name Jennette Snedden 
    Born 24 Apr 1830  Gartsherrie, Lanarkshire, Scotland Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Christened 16 May 1830  Old Monkland, Lanarkshire, Scotland Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Gender Female 
    FamilySearch ID KWJ4-PQ7 
    Died 28 Jul 1914  Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Buried 30 Jul 1914  Meadow Cemetery, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
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    Person ID I6455  mytree
    Last Modified 11 Jun 2018 

    Father David Mushet Sneddan,   b. 23 Feb 1796, Polmont, Stirlingshire, Scotland Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Mother Christian Lyle Morris,   b. Abt 1802, Lanarkshire, Scotland Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Married 19 May 1821  Old Monkland, Lanarkshire, Scotland Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Family ID F4223  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

    Family James Duncan,   b. 5 Feb 1828, Greenend, Lanarkshire, Scotland Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 11 Jan 1912, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 83 years) 
    Married 1850  Pennsylvania, United States Find all individuals with events at this location 
    Children 
    +1. Mary Jennett Duncan,   b. 15 Apr 1854, Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 16 Dec 1942, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 88 years)
    +2. James Duncan, Jr,   b. 26 Feb 1857, Fillmore, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 11 Jul 1905, Clear Lake, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 48 years)
    +3. David William Duncan,   b. 4 Feb 1859, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 1 Aug 1906, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 47 years)
    +4. John Wallace Duncan,   b. 7 Jan 1861, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 5 Jan 1949, La Verkin, Washington, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 87 years)
    +5. Christina Duncan,   b. 24 Mar 1863, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 4 Nov 1886, Holbrook, Navajo, Arizona, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 23 years)
    +6. Elizabeth Emma Duncan,   b. 8 Feb 1866, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 10 Apr 1950, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 84 years)
     7. Adam Duncan,   b. 3 Feb 1868, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. Mar 1868, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 0 years)
    +8. Richard Duncan,   b. 8 Jan 1869, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 22 Oct 1931, Provo, Utah, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 62 years)
     9. George Duncan,   b. 27 Aug 1871, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location,   d. 28 Aug 1871, Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Find all individuals with events at this location  (Age 0 years)
    Last Modified 12 Feb 2020 
    Family ID F3354  Group Sheet  |  Family Chart

  • Event Map
    Link to Google MapsBorn - 24 Apr 1830 - Gartsherrie, Lanarkshire, Scotland Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsChristened - 16 May 1830 - Old Monkland, Lanarkshire, Scotland Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsMarried - 1850 - Pennsylvania, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsDied - 28 Jul 1914 - Meadow, Millard, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
    Link to Google MapsBuried - 30 Jul 1914 - Meadow Cemetery, Millard, Utah, United States Link to Google Earth
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    Snedden, Jenett
    Jenett Snedden

    Headstones
    Duncan, James b1828 - Snedden, Jennette b1830 - Duncan, Adam b1868 - Duncan, George b1871
    Duncan, James b1828 - Snedden, Jennette b1830 - Duncan, Adam b1868 - Duncan, George b1871

  • Notes 
    • Pioneer

      Unknown Companies (1847-1868)Age at departure: 25

      James and his wife Janet came to Utah in either 1851 or 1852. Further research is needed to narrow the year of their travel.


      JENNET SNEDEN DUNCAN
      (husband, James Duncan)
      WRITTEN BY HER DAUGHTER ELIZABETH E. STEWART
      MAY 23, 1942

      Life of my mother, Jennet Sneden Duncan who was the daughter of David Sneden and Christeena Lyle. She was born in Gargel, Scotland, April 21, 1830. She attended school in Scotland and had a very good education for that time.
      Her father was a coal miner and provided all their groceries in large quantities. Mother was the wife of James Duncan and was the proud and happy mother of nine children; three girls and six boys. Mary Jennet, James, David, John, Christeena, Elizabeth Emma, Adam, George, and Richard. Adam and George died in infancy. James, David, Christeena, and Richard all lived to man and womanhood but have passed beyond now.
      Mother came to America in the dame ship with James Duncan who afterwards became my father. It was on the ship that she first met him. She left a sweetheart behind in Scotland but he never came to America.
      When mother arrived in Pennsylvania she started to work for a lady by the name of Walker. It was here that mother and father’s courtship started. Mrs. Walker was good and kind to mother. She taught her how to cook and do general housework. Father would come real often to visit with mother. Mrs. Walker was also very kind to him and told mother whenever he came, to find anything to eat that he wished to.
      While mother was living with Mrs. Walker she learned to be a very excellent cook. She was still living here when she and father were married in 1851. They came to Utah in 1852 and first settled in a small town by the name of Session.
      Father worked here for a man named Anson Call. When the Legislature met in Fillmore, Anson Call had to come down and he brought father and mother with him. Father went back with him. Mother stayed in Fillmore until she grew tired of staying alone and she started out to walk back to where father was, carrying with her, a small bundle of clothes on her back.
      It was now the later part of November and winter was setting in. When she got just north of Provo, it started to snow and was very cold. As she trugged along through the cold, wet snow her clothes froze to her body. A man and woman came along in a covered wagon and she asked them to let her ride but the man said no and as the wagon passed her she grabbed hold of a rod that was standing out on the back of the wagon. She hung on to this rod until she was worn out and almost frozen to death. She dropped in he snow and the woman saw here fall.
      She coaxed her husband to help mother into the wagon. She was very good and kind to mother and helped her put dry clothes on. She had to pull mother’s shoes and stockings off for her as they were frozen to her legs and feet.
      They left her near the point of the mountain with a family who had lost their mother. Their children were trying to prepare Thanksgiving dinner so mother stayed there a few days and helped them all she could. As soon as she felt stronger, she went on to father. They both worked for Anson Call and he gave father a yoke of oxen for his work and mother a cow for her work.
      In 1853 father and mother went back to Fillmore. While they were living here father worked in a flourmill for a man name Bartholomew. Mary and James were born in Fillmore. In 1857 they moved to Meadow and located on what is known as the ridge, about one and one half miles west of the present location of Meadow. They lived under the ridge in a one-room log house. The dirt blew in the house so bad here mother just couldn’t stand it. So one day when father was out in the field working, mother pulled the floor of the house up and carried it on top of the ridge and leaned it against a fence. They lived in this place with the floorboards a shelter until father had time to bring the logs on top of the ridge and build another. David was born while living here.
      The water was very muddy and bad down here, as it ran through all the fields, so father decided to move to town. The rest of the family was all born in Meadow. When they moved up to town they built a two-room adobe house on the north side of the lot where Daniel Duchnell now lives. Later they moved up to the lot where Isaac now lives and made more adobes and built another house.
      Father made a bed, table and stools for chairs. Mother cooked in a skillet on the fireplace for a good many years. She had plain white curtains to her windows, which were made out of some of her clothes. When mother first came to Utah she had lovely clothes and lots of nice quilts and linen sheets. She cut her white petticoats up to make her baby clothes and she also cut many of her other things up to make her older children’s clothes. She made fathers best shirts out of her linen sheets.
      By this time father had accumulated a few sheep and they would sent the wool from these sheep with a little grease to Provo and have it made into rolls and many times they couldn’t afford to have the rolls made and mother would make them and she also has a spinning wheel and would then spin these rolls of wool into thread.
      Abram Greenhalgh was a weaver and mother would hire him to weave her thread into cloth. He would take much of the thread for the weaving. Mother was a lovely seamstress and she made all her boys suits, shirts, and underwear and us girls’ dresses and other clothes by hand as she didn’t have a sewing machine. She did all her own knitting and knitted and did lots of fine lovely sewing for other people.
      When she was working for Anson Call she made his son a best white shirt and worked it down the front. He prized this shirt very highly. She braided hats for us children out of wheat straw. She pounded corn stalks to get the juice and she also scrapped watermelon rinds for juice and then she would boil it down to make a little sweet for us children. We all had lots of canker because we didn’t get enough sweet. Mother kept her house spotlessly clean. Sister Fisher told her many times she could eat off her hearth stone, she always kept it so clean.
      She always washed and ironed beautifully her Sunday clothes, whether they needed it or not, to have them spotless clean for the next Sunday. She kept her few dishes on a board shelf covered with paper she had scalloped and tried to make it look like a cupboard.
      Mother was a very faithful woman and many times she would walk long distances to attend to her religious duties. She was a Sunday School teacher and was also one of the first visiting teachers in the Relief Society. She and Sister Gull went all around town and gathered pieces, which the Relief Society sisters made into quilts. Mother and Alice Stott bought these two first quilts they made and gave nine dollars apiece for them.
      One time father, mother, and the children made a trip to Salt Lake City in the covered wagon. Mother drove the team all the way and father walked driving a nice fat steer he sold in Salt Lake. Mother said she could tie in a red handkerchief all the things she got with the money from the steer. When my sister Christeena died she left a baby boy ten moths old and also another little boy 5 years old.
      Mother cared for these boys until they were twelve and seventeen years of age and then their father took them. Mother worked very hard all her life, both in the home and in the garden and fields.
      She was always good and kind to her family and did all she could to make them happy. The neighbors’ children loved to come to our house because mother was kind to them and fed them when they were hungry. Many of the grown ups now can remember the nice warm scones she gave them when they were children.
      Her whole married life was a very hard one but she remained faithful and was loved by all who knew her. She died at the ripe old age of eighty-four.
      My mother, Jennet Sneden Duncan, was born April 21, 1830 in Gargel, Scotland to a coal miner, David Sneden and his wife Christeena Lyle.
      Mother met my father, James Duncan, on the boat in which they came to America. They lived first in Pennsylvania where she worked for a Mrs. Walker and where mother learned to become an excellent cook. Father courted her here and it was here she was living when they were married in 1851.
      In 1852 they came to Utah and settled in the small town of Session, now Bountiful. Mother and Father both worked for Anson Call, who paid them with a yoke of oxen and a cow. When the Legislature met, Anson Call had to go to Fillmore and he took mother and father with him. Father returned to Session but Mother stayed in Fillmore. She grew tired of staying alone and began to walk to Session carrying a small bundle of clothes on her back.
      It was November and winter was setting in. when she got just north of Provo it started to snow and was very cold. As she trudged along through the cold wet snow her clothes froze to her body. A covered wagon came by and she asked for a ride, but the man refused. She grabbed hold of a rod on the back of the wagon and hung on until she was worn out and almost frozen to death. As she dropped into the snow, the woman on the wagon saw her fall. She coaxed her husband to assist Mother into the wagon where she helped Mother put on dry clothes. She had to pull Mother’s shoes and stockings off as they were frozen to her feet. They left her near the point of the mountain with a motherless family where she stayed a few days until she felt stronger—helping them prepare Thanksgiving dinner. Then she went on to Father.
      In 1853 Mother and Father moved to Fillmore where Father worked in the flourmill for Mr. Bartholomew. Mary Jennet and James were born in Fillmore. They moved to Meadow in 1857 and lived under a ridge in a one-room log house west of town. The dirt blew in this house so badly Mother couldn’t stand it. One day she tore up the floorboards of the house and carried them to the top of the ridge and leaned them against the fence for a shelter. They lived like this until Father had time to build another shelter. David was born here. The water was muddy and bad so Father decided to move into town.
      In Meadow they built a two-room adobe house and later a larger house. The rest of the children were born in Meadow: John, Christeena, Elizabeth Emma, Adam, George and Richard. Adam and George died as infants.
      Father made furniture and Mother cooked in a skillet on the fireplace for many years. When she came to Utah she had lovely clothes and many quilts and linen sheets. She cut up her white petticoats to make baby clothes and used her other things to make older children’s clothes. She made Father’s best shirts out of her linen sheets.
      Father had accumulated a few sheep. Mother spun wool into thread and had Adam Greenhalgh weave her thread into cloth. She was a marvelous seamstress and knitter and made clothes both for her own family and for other people.
      Mother pounded corn stalks and scraped watermelon rinds for juice, which she boiled down to make sweets. We all had lots of canker from lack of sweets. She worked hard all her married life in home, garden and field. She kept her house and clothes spotlessly clean. When my sister Christeena died Mother took care of her two small boys for 12 years.
      She was a faithful woman and would walk long distances to attend to her religious duties. She was a Sunday School teacher and one of the first visiting teachers in Relief Society. She and Sister Gull gathered pieces for quilts made by the Relief Society sisters. Mother and Alice Stott bought the first two quilts they made for nine dollars a piece.
      Mother was always kind to her family and neighbors. Many grown-ups today remember the warm scones she gave them as children. She was loved by all who know her and she died at 84 years of age.

      JAMES DUNCAN

      James Duncan, son of James Duncan and Mary McLaughlin, was born in Green End, Scotland, February 5, 1828. While a young man in Scotland he heard the Mormon Missionaries preach, and was converted to the Mormon Church. He decided to come to America and join the Saints.
      When he was twenty-two years old he sailed for America. On the dame ship was a Scottish girl by the name of Janette Sneddon, just two years younger than James. When they got to Pennsylvania they both stopped to earn money to continue to Utah. Janette worked for a Mrs. Walker who was very kind to her and taught her many things about house keeping. Mrs. Walker was also very hospitable to James when he came to court Janette. She told Janette to give him food and treat him well. Janette was still with Mrs. Walker when she and James were married in 1851.
      They crossed the plains and settled in Sessions, (Bountiful) where they both worked for Anson Call. When Anson called by Brigham Young to settle Fillmore, Anson took James and Janette with him to Fillmore. They first settled in Fillmore where their first two children were born, Mary Janette, born April 15, 1854, and James, born February 26, 1857. James was pasturing a herd of cows on the tall grass about seven miles south of Fillmore. The soil was not rocky as it was in Fillmore, and there was a small mountain stream. He went home and talked it over with his wife, and she consented to move to the south. They lived in a cave on the side of a hill, and after four months several other families joined them. Here David was born February 4, 1859.
      About a year and a half later James Duncan supervised the moving of the town of Meadow farther east as the water could then be taken from the creek. James was superintendent of the Sunday School, Bishop’s counselor to Bishop Hyrum Bell Bennett, and worked in other positions in the church. More children came to bless their home: John born January 7, 1861; Christina born March 24, 1863; Elizabeth Emma born February 8, 1866; Adam born February 3, 1868; Richard born, February 8, 1869; George born August 27, 1871. James was a professional adobe maker and soon made adobes and built the first house in Meadow, he also made adobes for the other houses and some of those houses still stand. He was very industrious, strictly honest and fair in all his dealings, a fine example for all of the citizens, he passed away, January 4, 1911, at the age of 83 and is buried beside his wife in the Meadow Cemetery.
      James Duncan was one of the first of four men called to colonize Meadow. The early years there were difficult but not without humor. These early settlers had accumulated some cattle and a few sheep, chickens and pigs that roamed freely throughout their fields. Because of the tremendous amount of work that went into providing food and shelter for the families, corrals and pens had to wait. Companies of settlers on their way to California found it handy to just help themselves to the animals they wanted, but the settlers found this increasingly hard to cope with.
      One late afternoon when two or three of these company men stopped at grandfather’s place, they saw a nice fat bull and decided to take it along with them. Grandmother protested but they paid no attention to her. Soon after they left, grandfather came home from the field where he had been working and found grandmother in tears and very upset. He decided that was enough--he was not going to allow people to take his animals any longer without at least putting up a fight. He was going to get that bull back. Though he didn’t have a gun, he did have a good bullwhip, called a “quirt or Black Snake”, hanging on the wall and he knew how to throw and pop it with authority. Grandmother was afraid of him and tried to talk him out of going after them, but grandfather, a stubborn Scotsman, took down the bullwhip and set out at a fast pace. Overtaking the men, he announced that he had come for the bull and when they started to object, put on a little exhibition—popping and swinging the whip with impressive skill. “Do I get the bull or do you feel the sting of my whip?” he demanded. Just what happened after that grandfather never did say, but he returned with the bull. It has been said that there were some who could pick a fly off a horse with those whips and never touch the horse—these men may have thought he was one of this group.
      During the time that grandfather and grandmother James Duncan were living in the old fort at Fillmore, Indians often camped where Meadow is now. Chief Walker, their leader, was known to be a very cruel Indian and most of the whites were afraid of him. At that time the area was a vast meadow of tall grass so the pioneers ran their cattle there in the summer and cut the grass for winter-feed. The men would return to Fillmore every night, however, as they were afraid the Indians might make trouble.
      One day the cattle thundered into the fort, many shot with Indian arrows. Grandfather, volunteered to go see what had caused the trouble. At that time. Chief Walker’s band was camped on the northeast corner of the town where the creek ran from the mountains through he meadows, so grandfather started out on foot along the foothills where the cedars grew thick. He met a Mr. King who was looking for his cattle and the two proceeded to the Indian camp. There they found the Indians dancing around in circles, moaning and performing the death rituals. Chief Walker was dead. One Indian left the dance, ran a few steps and shot a pony, and then another did the same, and another. These animals were for Chief Walker to fide [take] into the happy hunting grounds.
      Later when the dancing stopped, they tied the Chief to a horse, formed a line and wound their way up the canyon. There they prepared a grave and furnished it with supplies, dishes, weapons and all the materials necessary for Chief Walker to live happily in the hereafter. Grandfather was appalled when they also buried alive with him one of his own papooses. He worked his head up through the pickets that were placed over the grave and cried pitifully.
      The Indians gave strict orders to everyone not to go into the canyon—their Chief’s happy hunting grounds. The pioneers were not even allowed to make a road into the canyon.
      This experience took place between 1854 and 1857.

      Biography obtained from the Daughters of the Utah Pioneers, Fillmore, Utah, Territorial Statehouse Museum.