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BIRTH: St. Mary's Church Astbury, Parish Registers, Family History Socie t y of Cheshire and Rector and Church Wardens of St. Mary's Astbury, Tran sc ripts 1572-1641 CD.
DEATH: St. Mary's Church Astbury, Parish Registers, Family History Socie t y of Cheshire and Rector and Church Wardens of St. Mary's Astbury, Tran sc ripts 1572-1641 CD. | Thorley, Robert (I171548)
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BIRTH: St. Mary's Church Astbury, Parish Registers, Family History Socie t y of Cheshire and Rector and Church Wardens of St. Mary's Astbury, Tran sc ripts 1572-1641 CD. | Thorley, Robert (I171550)
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BIRTH: St. Mary's Church Astbury, Parish Registers, Family History Socie t y of Cheshire and Rector and Church Wardens of St. Mary's Astbury, Tran sc ripts 1572-1641 CD. | Thorley, Thomas (I171551)
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BIRTH: St. Mary's Church Astbury, Parish Registers, Family History Socie t y of Cheshire and Rector and Church Wardens of St. Mary's Astbury, Tran sc ripts 1572-1641 CD. | Thorley, William (I171552)
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At least one living or private individual is linked to this note - Details withheld. | Living (I65072)
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Birth: State of California. California Birth Index, 1905-1995. Sacrament o , CA, USA: State of California Department of Health Services, Center f o r Health Statistics. | Genoway, Roselie Edith (I98805)
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BIRTH: Taarnby Church Rec GS#048,405
DEATH: Taarnby Church Rec GS#048,412 | Svendsdatter, Ane (I2453)
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BIRTH: Taarnby Church Rec GS#048,407
DEATH: Goshen Cemetery Records SL BK#979.224/G1 V3r
LIVE_LDS_BAPTISM: Christianshaven LDS Branch Rec. GS#041,939 | Bendtsdatter, Marchen "Martha" (I163)
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BIRTH: Taarnby Church Rec GS#048,407
DEATH: Taarnby Church Rec GS#043,411 | Bendtsen, Thonnes (I2460)
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BIRTH: Taarnby Church Rec GS#048,407 | Bendtsen, Niels (I2458)
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BIRTH: Taarnby Church Rec GS#048,407 | Bendtsen, Swend (I2462)
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BIRTH: Taarnby Church Rec GS#048,408
LIVE_LDS_BAPTISM: Copenhagen LDS Branch Rec. GS#041,940 | Bendtsen, Peder (I2456)
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BIRTH: Taarnby Church Rec GS#048,408
MARRIAGE: Taarnby Church Rec GS#048,411
DEATH: Clarkston LDS Ward Rec. GS#025,607 | Bendtsdatter, Trein (I2457)
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Birth: Utah, Birth Registers, 1892-1944
He and Grace were divorced Jan. 8,1953 in Salt Lake City, but remarrie d S ept 6, 1953 in Elko, Nevada, according to Grace's genealogy sheets. T err y Whipple acted as proxy for him in the marriage sealing ceremony a t th e Jordan River Temple on Jan. 19, 1983. Lamar Whipple handled his en dowme nt.
Went by the name of Dean. | Whipple, Eugene Brook "Dean" (I48)
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BIRTH: Variant date: 18 Nov 1695; variant place: Providence, Providenc e , Rhode Island. William Lee Whipple (email hidden, 4 Dec 1997) give s 8 No v 1695, in Groton, Connecticut. R. Gilebarto gives Providence, Pro vidence , Rhode Island.
SOURCE: David Jillson, "Descendants of Capt. John Whipple, of Providenc e , R.I.," New-England Historical and Genealogical Register, 32 (1878): 4 05 .
SOURCE: Email from R. Gilebarto (rogerene@snet) to the Whipple Web Sit e , 2 Jul 1998.
!SOURCE: Ruth Story Devereux Eddy, The Eddy Family In America (Boston: E d dy Family Association, 1930), p. 52.
SOURCE: Email from email hidden to the Whipple Website, 19 Apr 2002.
!DEATH: William Lee Whipple gives 1740, in Groton, Connecticut. R. Gileb a rto gives date between 1752/53 and Jan 1760.
IDENTITY: Edson Whipple (great grandson of Samuel), seems to have thoug h t that his great grandfather was Daniel (Samuel's brother?), rather th a n Samuel. Edson wrote:
""John Whipple my father was born in Con[necticut] Feb 10th 1765, Di e d in Dummerston, Windham Co. Vermont Nov 7th 1830 (The first Back fro m Ed son). Timothy Whipple, the father of John Born 1723 in Con[necticut] , Die d in Brattleboro, Vt Nov 4th 1796 (The second from Edson). Daniel W hippl e the father of Timothy Born in Con, Died in Groten, Con. (The thir d fro m Edson). Samuel Whipple the father of Daniel Born Died in Stoningt on, Co n April 19th 1728 (The [illegible] from Edson). Samuel Whipple th e fathe r of Samuel Born in Rhode Island, Died in Rhode Island (Providenc e) Marc h 1710 (The fifth from Edson)." --Xerox of Edson's genealogy rece ived fro m Clarence R. Birks, 21 Oct 2003.
SOURCE: Email from Hugh Hudson (email hidden) to Weldon Whipple, 12 Ma y 2 012. Cites Groton Vital Records p. 229 (scanned page attached to emai l) . Part of the Barbour Collection. Gives marriage date and place. | Whipple, Samuel III (I18773)
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BIRTH: Vejlby Church Rec. GS#050,483
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MARRIAGE: Middlefart Church Rec. GS#050,300
TEMPLE_WORK: Archives
Jorgen was a professional soldier and was apparently either well of f o r a highly thought of soldier. In 1852 his military roll states tha t he w as given permission to "go abroad for three years."
He was working as a servant to Jens Nielsen in Ejby on the 1845 Census ( G S 039,241) and later moved back to Vejlby.
Military Levying Rolls 039,966 039,973 039,982 039,990 040,001 040,011 0 4 0,019 041,481 | Nielsen, Jorgen (I2948)
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BIRTH: Vejlby Church Rec. GS#050,483
TEMPLE_WORK: Archives | Nielsen, Jens (I2946)
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BIRTH: Vejlby Church Rec. GS#050,483
TEMPLE_WORK: Archives | Nielsen, Mads (I2947)
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BIRTH: Vejlby Church Rec. GS#050,483
TEMPLE_WORK: Archives | Nielsdatter, Ane (I2949)
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Blessed by Prophet Joseph Smith
Baptized by Apostle John Taylor | Butler, Sarah Adeline (I171052)
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Blessing:
Fontell Clifford was blessed on May 2, 1920 in the Menan Ward, Rigby Sta k e, Menan, Jefferson County, Idaho, by Thomas C. Shippen. !Fontell Cliff or d was baptized on June 30, 1928 in the Menan Ward, Rigby Stake, Menan , Je fferson County, Idaho, by Edward C. Gunderson. She was confirmed a m embe r of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints on July 1, 192 8 in t he Menan Ward, Rigby Stake, Menan, Jefferson County, Idaho, by Bis hop Geo rge L. Hart, a High Priest holding the Melchizedek Priesthood.
Obituary: Standard-Examiner, Ogden, UT, April 16, 2005
CLEARFIELD - Fontell Clifford Hebdon Messervy, 85, passed away Sunda y , A p ril 10, 2005 at Rocky Mountain Care Center of causes incident t o ag e.
Fontell was born April 3, 1920 in Menan, Idaho, a daughter of Albert N e p h i Clifford and Alice Ann Alder. She married Eldon I. Hebdon on Janu a r y 9, 1942 in the Salt Lake LDS Temple. He was killed in 1945 during W or l d Wa r II. They had one son, Randy I. Hebdon. She later married Do n Car lo s Mes servy on March 31, 1948 in the Idaho Falls Temple. They ha d on e dau ghter, Sandra. Don died July 1, 1995 .
Fontell was raised and educated in Idaho and taught school in the Id a h o a nd Utah education system for several years. She received a B.S. d eg re e fr om B.Y.U. in Recreational Leadership and Music; a composite M. S . deg ree i n Psychology and Counseling, a graduate degree in the Perfo rm ing Ar ts, Th eater Production and Management, and earned a profession a l certifi cate t o become a Master Teacher. While living in Rexburg, s h e served a s the Ass istant Dean of Women at Ricks College, as head o f th e Dance Dep artment an d also director of the Program Bureau .
In 1961, her family moved to Brigham City, Utah where she worked a t B o x E lder High School as the theater teacher. In 1970 and 1971, sh e wa s ch ose n to travel for the International Exchange School to perfor m wit h sel ecte d students in Greece, Italy, Switzerland, France and Eng land . She an d he r husband were awarded for their educational work in E urope an Theate r. Sh e was listed in the 'Whos Who in American Theater ' and wa s thrille d whe n many of her students received scholarships t o college s and univer sitie s around the Western United States. She wa s the founde r of the 'Pal ace Pl ayhouse' in Brigham City, and will be f ondly remembe red for her 2 0 year s of teaching in that community. Fonte ll retired for m the educatio nal sys tem in 1978 after 39 years of dedic ated service t o the teaching p rofessio n.
Fontell loved restoring and costuming dolls from periods as earl y a s t h e 1920s. She had one of the largest doll collections in the are a .
Fontell was a faithful member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latt e r D a y Saints and worked as a Temple Worker for many years with Don i n t he O gd en LDS Temple. Fontell loved her life and people. Her influen ce w as gr ea t in the lives of many. An eternal optimist, she was happie st wh en hel pin g others and always eager to get the job done !
She is survived by her son, Randy I. Hebdon (Sharon) of Sunset, Utah ; S a n dra (Paul) Norris of Sierra Vista, Arizona; her granddaughters Sh ell y S ti ffler (Robert) of Eagle Mountain, Ut; Andra Thorne (Ryan) of C lear fiel d, Ut; Cynthia Norris of Sierra Vista, Arizona; her grandsons S ean H ebd o n of Sunset and Dan Norris (Shannon) of Connorville, Indian a and ei gh t gr eat-grandchildren.
She was preceded in death by a grandson, Ryan I. Hebdon, her parents , b o t h husbands, four brothers and three sisters .
The family extends appreciation to the staff of Rocky Mountain Care Ce n t e r in Clearfield for the loving care they provided for Fontell ove r t h e pa st few years.
Funeral services will be held at 1:00 p.m. Saturday, April 16, 200 5 a t 5 6 40 South 850 East in South Ogden, Ut. Friends may call Friday , Apri l 1 5, 2005, from 6:00 to 8:00 p.m. at Leavitts Mortuary, 836 36t h Street , O gd en, Utah, and from 11:30 to 12:30 p.m. prior to the servi ces at th e ch urc h.
In lieu of flowers the family has requested donations be made to the C h u r ch Perpetual Education Fund.
Interment at Leavitts Aultorest Memorial Park. | Clifford, Fontell (I34391)
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Bomber Pilot-WWII - prisoner of war | Pettit, Richard Junius (I20722)
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Born 14 Jun 1824 in Kidwelly, Carmarthenshire. Died on 3 August 1907 i n F ranklin, Oneida, Idaho.
Left Liverpool on 26 Feb 1849 aboard the Buena Vista. Arrived in New Orl e ans on 19 April 1849.
Married to Eliza Morris in 1847 in Wales & later divorced in Utah, proba b ly in 1850 to 1851, Divorce granted by Pres. Brigham Young.
Married to Hester Elvira Poole on 24 Jan 1852 in Salt Lake City, Salt La k e, Utah. Adopted 3 children from Missouri.
Married to Martha Howland on 8 November 1867 in Salt Lake City. She bo r e 12 children.
He was ordained a High Priest April 21, 1872, by John Biggs, and a Patri a rch Aug. 29, 1897, by George Teasdale.
History of Isaac Bartlett Nash
Written by Himself
1824--1907
I, Isaac Bartlett Nash Davies, was born in Kidwelly, Carmarthenshire, S o uth Wales, June 14, 1824. My father’s name was David Davies and my moth er ’s name was Mary Nash Davies, daughter of Isaac Bartlett Nash and Mar y Wh ite Nash. My mother married against my grandfather’s will and becaus e o f her doing so, he would do nothing for her.
My grandfather at this time was well off financially, being a blacksmi t h with a large shop and an extensive business with many men working fo r h im. My father was a shoemaker in poor circumstances when he married m othe r, hence the antipathy my grandfather had for him and likewise the r efusa l to consent to their marriage.
A few months after their marriage, father had to leave in order to ge t w ork, and mother was without means of support. Soon after this I was b orn , with mother still in poor circumstances. Father could not supply he r wi th means, as he was usually out of work. When he had the means, he w oul d spend it without sending her any money. Grandfather would do nothin g fo r her at first. But at last, seeing the condition she was in, and sh e bei ng his only child, he relented, forgave her, and took her home to h er mot her. A short time after this, on a Sunday, the fourteenth of Jun e 1824 , I was born.
Grandfather, at the time of my birth, had gone to church. On arriving h o me from meeting, grandmother told him that Mary, that was my mother, h a d presented him with an heir. He told grandmother to go and bring me t o h im. I was then about a half hour old. When grandmother brought me t o him , he took me in his arms and cried. Then he gave me back to her an d sai d to my grandmother. “Take him, Mary, and we will raise him. Don’ t take h im to his mother again.” So I was not permitted to be nursed b y my mother , and the first thing that was put in my mouth was a gin bott le. Thus, m y grandfather and grandmother raised me.
After a while my father came home and went to housekeeping, and I was b r ought up by my grandparents. I became a spoiled child, petted by both . Wh en one would try to correct me for mischief, the other would interfe re. W hen I grew up I was sent to school. Being very quick at learnin g I took a dvantage of this and very often would run away and play truant . For thi s I was often punished and sometimes very severely. I used to p lay very b ad tricks on the old schoolmaster and always got punished in d ifferent wa ys, but it did no good. I ofttimes thought the old schoolmast er took th e wrong course with me, for I could always be coaxed but coul d never be d riven. My grandfather, seeing this, at last, moved me to ano ther school . Here, I was a little more satisfied and began to think tha t I ought t o try and learn something. From that time on, I did the bes t I could an d got a little common education. My grandfather, being fairl y well-off, p aid the British Government for changing my name from Davie s to Nash, an d I was taught to call my mother, Mary.
A few years later, my grandfather, through some means, failed in his bu s iness. He took large contracts and employed many men. The large firms w it h which he contracted failed to pay, and thus he was financially ruine d . Everything he had was sold under the hammer, with the exception of h i s tools. He now had to work hard for a living; and when I was very youn g , he took me to the shop and taught me the trade. Later on he develop e d a bad case of rheumatism and could not work much. I had by this tim e le arned the trade so that I could carry on the work.
By this time I was twenty-one years of age and began sparking the girl s . I went with many, but finally met one whom I thought would make m e a go od wife. Her name was Eliza Morris. Her parents seemed to like m e and enc ouraged me in keeping company with her. But when I wanted to ma rry her, t hey turned against me, refused their consent, and abused her b adly. At la st, I took her from them, and we were married without their c onsent.
We went to live with my grandmother and grandfather. Grandmother at th a t time kept a little store of provisions, such as flour, butter, chees e , and groceries. In a little while after we went to live with them, gra nd father fell and hurt himself, from which he never recovered. A few day s a fter he got hurt, he died. We stayed with grandmother and helped he r tak e care of the store, but I did not get along very well with her, s o we ga ve up the store and moved by ourselves.
At this time, the great South Wales Railroad was commenced. The road we n t close to my blacksmith shop. A contractor came to see me, wanting t o re nt the shop and tools, of which I had two sets, and to hire me. I co nsent ed and worked for them many months, doing well and making good wage s.
About this time, a family named Lewis came to our town and kept a tave r n called the White Lion. I used to go there often. I soon found they we r e Mormons, a sect that was but little known. I was at that time a Wesle ya n. Mormon Elders used to come very often and many times preached at th ei r house. They talked to me a great deal about their religion. I used t o g o to hear them preach. Sometimes they would preach on the street.
At last I began to investigate their doctrine. I was pretty well vers e d in the scriptures in the Welsh language and soon found that their doc tr ine was consistent with the teachings of Christ and His apostles, as l ai d down in the New Testament. I used to go with them and help them sing . A t last the Gospel Net caught me, and I was baptized. There was a ma n work ing in the shop by the name of William Wilde who was bitter agains t the f ew Latter-day Saints that were in our town, and he did all he col d agains t them, circulating lies about them. Finally by lying about me , he had m e turned away.
Soon after this, the work on the contract was completed. I was out of w o rk at the time and was called to go out to preach. In the meantime, th e o ld Tin Works where grandfather and I had worked, was started up agai n aft er being stopped for many years. The proprietor, a gentleman by th e nam e of Donovan, was friendly to grandfather. After the Works closed , Mr. Do novan went away and was gone many years, but came back and start ed the Ti n Works again.
One day, as I was coming home after being away preaching, I had to pa s s the Tin Works. On the bridge that crossed the river close to the Work s , I saw two men standing talking. As I passed, I took off my hat and bo we d to them. Mr. Donovan, who was one of them, looked at me and bade m e sto p and come to him. I went up to where they were standing. Mr. Donov an ask ed me my name. When I told him, he gripped my hand and said, “I th ough t I knew little Isaac.” He asked about grandfather. I told him tha t he wa s dead. “And what are you doing?’ he asked. I said, “I am doing n othing n ow, Sir. I am out of work.” Then he said, “I am busy now, but yo u come t o the Works tomorrow.” So on the morrow I went up to the Works . We ha d a long talk. During our conversation, he asked me if I had lear ned th e blacksmith trade. When I told him that I had, he asked me to g o to wor k for him; and I was very glad to do so.
Now when the Works were started this time, this same smith, William Wil d e, who worked at the railroad shops when I did and who was very bitte r ag ainst the Latter-day Saints, was the blacksmith at the Tin Works. A t thi s time, Mr. Donovan sent for him to come to the office and told hi m tha t he did not need his services after that week, as he had found hi s littl e friend, Isaac, and had employed him. God moves in a mysteriou s way, som etimes, His Sovereign Will to perform in behalf of His people . I write th is lengthy part to show how evil is paid and innocence is re warded. Thi s same William Wilde was the cause of my being discharged fro m the railro ad shop.
I worked in the Tin Works until I emigrated to Utah. Mr. Donovan was ve r y kind to us as a people. Sometimes I had to go to preach about four mi le s away. I used to leave the Works, by consent of the foreman, about fo u r o’clock in the afternoon. The timekeeper, being a friend of Wilde’s , we nt and complained to Mr. Donovan that I was gong away from my work s ometi mes in the afternoon. Mr. Donovan sent for me and asked me if it we re so . I told him it was, but I always had everything done before I wen t and n othing was neglected, as the manager could testify. Then he said , “I unde rstand that you go away to preach.” He asked me what I was prea ching abou t. I said, “I am preaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ.” I aske d him if h e would care to read one of our books. He said he would like t o see one , so I brought him “The Voice of Warning.”
He read it all through. When he returned it, he said it was a fine wo r k and asked me if I had any more books I would lend him. I lent him th e D octrine and Covenants, not thinking it would be too deep for him, bu t h e read it through and returned it, saying that it was too deep for hi m. H e kept on friendly terms with us and gave us permission to hold meet ing s in a large shed; and when we had meetings there, he would stand i n som e remote place, listening.
About this time, Captain Dan Jones, who was preaching through Wales, g o t word from President Brigham Young to get up a Welsh company and emigr at e to the valleys of the mountains in America. He came to Kidwelly an d go t Mrs. Lewis and her children to go. Mr. David Lewis, her husband, w as no t very right in his mind, but very cunning. He was very rich, bein g hei r to a large estate. His brother, Dr. James Lewis, was a smart man.
When David Lewis found out that Bett, as he called his wife, and the ch i ldren were going to America, he opposed it and was persuaded not to se l l his estate. It seems that when he married Mrs. Lewis, a marriage cont ra ct was drawn up, making it impossible for one to sell the property unl es s both were willing. David Lewis would not sign the contract. Mr. Jame s L ewis wanted the estate and offered three thousand pounds for it.
A deed was drawn up and everything fixed to go to America, but they cou l d not in any way persuade David Lewis to sign the deed. Captain Dan Jon e s and Mrs. Lewis sent for me and told me that if I could get David Lew i s to sign the deed, they would take my wife and me to Salt Lake, fre e . I told them I would try. I knew that David Lewis was very fond of ru m . I told them to go away one night and let me have the key to the bar . Th ey did so. After they went, I went to the bar and Mr. Lewis came wit h me , begging me to give him a glass of rum. I did so. He was very pleas ed an d said I was a good fellow, and then asked for another. I took ou t the de ed that I had in my pocket and told him if he would put a cros s where I s howed him on the deed, I would give him all the rum he wanted . He for a l ong time refused and I refused to give him more rum. Since h aving a tast e of it, he was determined to have more. Finally he could st and it no lon ger and said if I would give him a big glass full, he woul d make the cros s on the paper. Very soon after, Mr. James Lewis paid Mrs . Lewis three th ousand pounds and got the deed. A few days later, Dan Jo nes, Mrs. Lewis a nd children, my wife and myself were on the way to Sal t Lake Valley. The y left Mr. Lewis behind, gave him one hundred pounds a nd a double-barrele d shotgun. But in a year after we left, Mr. Lewis cam e to Salt Lake Valle y. President Young, after hearing the whole truth i n the matter, took a f arm over Jordan, which belonged to Mrs. Lewis, fo r the support of Mr. Lew is. One of the Becksteads took care of him.
Before we started for America, I had a good deal of trouble to get awa y , as my wife’s father and brothers did their best to keep my wife fro m go ing; but she got away from them, and we started out one day before t he ot hers, so as to get away from them as they were determined to stop u s if t hey could.
We took a steamboat from Swansea to Liverpool and sailed across the oce a n in a new ship called the Buena Vista; it being her first trip. We h a d a nice voyage although we buried two on the trip. We left New Orlean s o n the steamboat, Old Constitution, [His son I. H. Nash’s sketch of hi s fa ther says it was called “Highland Mary,”JDN] and landed in St. Loui s at t he time the cholera was bad. The morning after we arrived we burie d twent y-one of our company. We soon got on our way to Council Bluffs bu rying si xty-four persons on the trip. My grandmother [Mary White Nash] w as one o f eight buried in the same grave. The cholera was so bad that w e ofttime s had to bury some of the bodies in the morning and others in t he afterno on.
When we arrived at St. Joseph, the Captain of the boat, by the name o f S cott, declared he would not take us any further. But the authoritie s of S t. Joe made him take us away from there. We arrived at Council Blu ffs i n a sorry condition. Nobody would come near us. We were put out o n the ba nks of the river with our dead and suffering.
Apostle George A. Smith, hearing of our arrival and of the sad conditi o n we were in, came down to the riverbanks. With him was Brother Lysand e r Gee. Brother Smith sent word to the people that if they would not ta k e us in and give us shelter, the Lord would turn a scourge upon them . I t was not long before teams and wagons came down and all were taken c ar e of. Father King at Council Point took in my wife and me, and a broth e r by the name of Morgan Hughes and his wife, not far from the river.
Very soon after we arrived, my wife came down with the cholera and near l y died. I will relate one instance that happened during her sickness. S h e had a serious craving for cold water. But we could not give it to he r b ecause the doctor had told us it was injurious to her. [Modern medica l do ctors would prescribe drinking lots of water to combat the cholera d iseas e, which probably saved her life]. She was so weak that she could b arel y move. One night Morgan Hughes and myself were sitting up with her . We b egan to feel quite drowsy and lay down on the floor before the lar ge fire place. After sleeping for some time, we heard a noise and lookin g up sa w Eliza standing behind the door drinking from a large tin jack t hat we h ad used to carry water in while crossing the sea. There Eliza st ood wit h the jack to her mouth drinking. We did not know how much she dr ank an d did not know where she got the strength to do it. From that tim e on he r health began to return and she was soon strong again.
About this time we found that we could not start across the plains an d w ere told to shift for ourselves. Mrs. Lewis had decided to take onl y a fe w with her. I asked her if she intended to take my wife and me, a s she ha d promised. She said that she did not think she could take us. S ome of th e Saints she had brought from the old country went back to St . Louis. Oth ers stayed around and tried to get work. My wife and I staye d at the Poin t with Father King, and I got work with a Brother Ovett, th e blacksmith.
At this time Apostle George A. Smith was getting up a company of Saint s t o cross the plains. Captain Jones and Mrs. Lewis had decided to go i n hi s company. Brother Jones bought some wagons that were not ironed. On e da y he came and wanted me to iron the wagons he had just bought. I ha d jus t contracted to work for Brother Ovett and told him I would not go . He sa id that I had to go for they had brought me here, and soon he bro ught a t eam and wagon, intending to take my boxes. [Ironing the wagons i nvolved p lacing a metal rim over each wooden wheel. It was one of the mo st difficu lt tasks for a nineteenth century blacksmith. It took specia l skills an d tools. The iron for the rim had to be cut accurately, ben t in a perfec t circle, heated, welded to complete the circle, and place d over the wood en wheel. As the rim cooled, it would shrink onto the whe el and that woul d make a solid iron rim. If it were cut too short it wou ld collapse the w heel. If it were cut too long, it would fit so poorly t hat it would not b e serviceable. If it were not a perfect circle, it wou ld not fit the whee l. JDN].
I told him he could not take them and sat down on my grandmother’s box . J ones had a cane in his hand with a kind of sword in it. He drew it an d po inted it at my breast and told me to get up. I got up and went out o f doo rs, and he took the boxes away. While I was outdoors, a brother wh o was r iding by asked what was the matter. I told him the best I could . He tol d me not to fret, and that he would see Apostle Orson Hyde. Thi s brother’ s name was Clark, brother to President Ezra T. Clark of Farmin gton.
In the meantime, Jones went to see Apostle George A. Smith and told hi m t hat he had brought my wife and me from the old country and that I wou ld n ot iron the wagons for him. Then Elder Hyde sent word to Brother Jon es t o give up our boxes, as he had no right to take them from me. Apostl e Smi th came to see me and wanted to know what the trouble was. I told h im al l that had transpired. He said for me to iron the wagons and the n I coul d go with them to the valley, as he wanted a blacksmith in his c ompany; a nd he would see that I should go to the valley free of charge . While in S t. Louis, he bought me a set of blacksmith tools and told m e that I coul d have them when we arrived in Salt Lake. I promised hi m I would iron th e wagons, shod the horses, and do other work, which too k me about six wee ks, on condition that I could go with them.
While waiting here, Sister Jane Jones, wife of Brother Jones, came fro m t he old country. When we left, she was about to be confined and coul d no t come. Jones would not wait for her as he was bound to go with Mrs . Lewi s. About three days after we left Wales, Sister Jones was confine d an d a few days later, came all alone across the sea and up the river t o Cou ncil Bluffs with her babe, which was but a few days old. Brother Jo nes an d Sister Lewis were quite surprised and also disappointed becaus e she ha d followed them.
This was the beginning of trouble, which lasted all the way across the p l ains. Mrs. Lewis had a spring wagon and Jones wanted his wife to ride w it h Mrs. Lewis, but she would not do it. She said she would rather wal k tha n ride with Mrs. Lewis. One day she commenced to walk. I saw her wa lkin g and took her in my wagon to ride with my wife. Sometimes she woul d rid e with me and sometimes with a brother by the name of Ned William s and hi s family.
Brother Jones forbade us to let Jane ride in our wagons. I told him sh e c ould ride as long as she wanted and Ned Williams told him the same. J ones , after this, felt bitter toward Ned and I. We traveled along, somet ime s all at peace and, at other times, wrangling. Sometimes Jane would g o t o Brother Smith’s wagon and ride with him and his family.
Just before we arrived at the east side of the Little Mountain, some wag o ns came to meet us, with potatoes, onions, and vegetables from Salt La k e City. It began to storm terribly, with a heavy snow and a bad wind . W e could not corral the wagons, so we had to unyoke the cattle in th e roa d with the wagons in a string. We could hardly get the cattle in th e will ows as it was snowing and drifting so hard. We tried to make fire s with w hich to get supper; but could not do so, and we all had to sta y in our wa gons.
Guards were called to go with the cattle. I was one of the seven selecte d . We went about two miles below the camp where we found a shelter in t h e wilderness. We found a place, formed like a bowery, with the wind blo wi ng in the opposite direction from the entrance. We cut a few small pol e s of quaking asp and made a fire and laid down on our blankets and buff al o robes. During the night the wind changed and blew straight in on us . I t drifted and covered us with a blanket of snow about seven feet deep . Th e cattle scattered into the willows.
When morning came, we started for camp, the snow on the level being abo u t three feet deep. One of the Salt Lake boys, Brother Stewart by name , ha d his feet frozen badly. Upon arriving at camp, we found the snow ha d nea rly covered the wagons. We stayed in camp three days and then wen t to loo k for our cattle. Sixty-four of them were dead. Some were foun d with onl y the tips of their horns showing above the snow.
Upon arriving at the Little Mountain, Brother Jones called a meeting a n d preached a long sermon, advising us all to stick together as a natio n . He told us that the wagons, which came to meet us with onions and pot at oes, had come primarily for Brother Smith and the Americans. He said t ha t if the company were all Welsh, they would not have come to meet us . H e advised us to stick together and all go over Jordan River and settl e th ere as an independent nation, with Mrs. Lewis as our queen. This i s the r eason why she was called the Welsh Queen and many people in Sal t Lake Cit y thought she actually was a Welsh Queen.
Jones called a vote. All that were willing to go over Jordan and establi s h a Welsh nation were requested to raise their hands. All hands went u p e xcept Ned Williams and mine. Then he asked the reason for my not voti ng w ith the rest. I told him I had had enough of the Welsh, and I was go ing t o try Americans for a while. He then said that I should be cut of f from t he Book of the Nation and never be restored. With that, I left , went to B rother George A. Smith and told him all that was said and don e.
Brother Smith came over right away. Jones was still speaking when he arr i ved. Jones asked Brother Smith if he would talk to the Saints a little , w hich he did as follows, “Brother and Sisters, the potatoes and onion s an d the other things have come for you as well as for the Americans. Y ou ha ve no need to go over Jordan and become an independent nation, fo r all i s free in the Valleys of the Mountains. There is no compulsion i n Zion. ” The next morning Brother Jeremy came to me, saying I had bette r ask Bro ther Jones’ pardon, as he was going to the valley ahead of us a nd would s ee President Young and tell him all about me. I told Jerem y I did not car e for him or Dan Jones.
At last we arrived in the valley and camped on the northeast of the ol d E migration Road, which is now the Twentieth Ward. Shortly after we wer e ca mped President Young and a party came to see us. He talked to us, sa yin g that he wanted all the mechanics to stay in the city and the farmer s t o go over Jordan and take up farms. So my wife and I, Brother Caleb P arr y and wife, Father Parry, William Clark and wife were left on the cam pgro unds while the rest moved away. [This is the group that delighted El der G eorge A. Smith’s American converts by singing to them as they trave led t o Utah. The next year, 1850, Father John Parry was called to organi ze wha t became known as the first Mormon Tabernacle Choir. Isaac B. Nas h was hi s First Assistant, JDN].
I asked Jones for a wagon to sleep in, but he refused. Brother Caleb Par r y and wife got their wagon for a day or two. About dark that night it b eg an to rain. We were without fire, bedding, and food. At ten o’cloc k a ma n came to us and wanted to know why we were staying here in the ra in. W e told him our situation. He suggested that we use a little shanty , whic h he had not far off. It contained a fireplace, and we made a fire , cooke d some food he gave us, and began to feel comfortable. This man’ s name wa s Elijah Gifford. He was working for Doctor Willard Richards . The next d ay an old brother by the name of Thomas Morris came to see u s. Upon findi ng that I was a Welshman, he was very kind to us. When he d iscovered tha t I was a blacksmith, he took me to Brother Burr Frost, wh o hired me to w ork in his shop and my wife to work in the house for he r board. Brother C lark was a tinsmith and went to work for someone in to wn. Caleb Parry an d his father were masons and soon found work. I worke d with Frost all th e winter of 1849 and all the summer of 1850. While wo rking for Frost, h e persuaded my wife to leave me. But in the fall we le ft Frost and rente d a room in a house owned by Father Pugmire. I rente d a blacksmith shop o n the corner of Emigration Street and Second West , known as Pugmire’s Sho p.
During the time I was with Frost, I got a lot in the Fifteenth Ward an d b uilt me a house with two rooms. We moved into it in the spring of 185 1. I n the same year I bought a part of a lot in the Seventh Ward and bui l t a shop on it. On the eighteenth of January 1850, I was ordained a Sev en ty and was received into the Second Quorum of Seventies.
During this time, my wife would go down to Frost’s house, sometimes stay i ng away two days at a time. Finally she stayed away altogether and want e d a divorce. She got the teachers to come and see me, but they could d o n o good; so she had me taken before President Young in the Council Hou se . Brother Judd, one of the teachers who had been laboring with us, too k u s before the President. He asked Brother Judd what the trouble was be twee n Isaac and his wife. Judd began to tell about some of the trouble , but P resident Young said, “Hold on, Brother Judd, I know all about tha t. Now w hat do they want?” He turned his chair facing me and said, “Isaa c, do yo u love your wife?” I answered him, “Yes Sir, as much as my own l ife.” H e then turned to my wife and asked her if she did not love Isaac . She ans wered very boldly, “No Sir, I do not.” He looked at her a few s econds, th en said, “Aren’t you ashamed to tell me that you do not love y our husband ?” “No, I am not.” she said.
He then told us we were but foolish children; to go home and behave ours e lves, or he would take a rod and whip us both. She refused to go, sayi n g she wanted a divorce. He looked at her and said slowly, “You shall n o t have a divorce.” Then he turned to me and said, “Isaac, will you obe y m y counsel?” I told him I would. He told me then to go home and look o ut f or a good woman, and he would seal her to me. As we went outside, sh e tol d me to go back and tell him that she would have a divorce. Preside nt You ng opened the door and said, “You go to hell. You shall not hav e a divorc e,” and shut the door. For a long time afterward, she continua lly came t o the shop begging me to give her a divorce; but I would not d o it. And s he bothered President Young so often that in order to get ri d of her, h e had his secretary, Brother Thomas Bullock, write out a divo rce, whicHis igned. [In 1991, Claudette Swainston discovered that the 185 0 Salt Lake C ity census listed Isaac and Eliza as having a month old bab y, named Isaa c Nash. Claudette also found Eliza Morris Nash Frost on th e 1860 census , but the boy was not with her, leading to the probabilit y that the bab y boy had died. Neither of us had ever heard any referenc e to a child o f that marriage. JDN]
Finally I met a sister by the name of Hester E. Poole; and in January 18 5 2, we were married. My wife had a mother, brother, and sister in Califo rn ia. They wanted my wife to come and see them, promising to come back t o t he valley with her. [Hester Elvira Poole, Aunt Vie to the Nash family , wa s the youngest daughter of John Poole of London, England, and Mary C rame r Poole of Bristol, Maine. She was born at Coves Head, near Charlott estow n on Prince Edward Island, Canada, on May 10, 1826. The Pooles wer e amon g the Saints who left New York City with Sam Brannan on the ship B rooklyn . They landed in San Francisco in July 1846 when it was still Mex ican ter ritory, and had lived in the vicinity since that time. Aunt Vi e travele d overland to Salt Lake City in 1848. JDN]
In the latter part of March, we went to California with Ben Halliday’s o u tfit with a herd of cattle, in charge of a gentleman by the name of Cap ta in Wales. I drove a team of oxen, and my wife did the cooking for th e Cap tain and myself. [See Aunt Vie’s journal for a more descriptive nar rativ e of this journey. JDN]
While traveling, she drove the Captain’s horse and buggy all the way t o S acramento. From there we took the steamboat down to San Francisco whe re m y mother-in-law lived at that time. They were very glad to see us. W e sta yed with them a little while, and then my brother-in-law went up t o Sonor a to the mines where another brother-in-law was working. We wen t to wor k with him and three more miners. We had a large claim on Wood s Creek. I n six months we sent for our families. We were doing well an d had save d a little money. [Woods Creek is approximately forty miles fr om wher e I live. I know the general area where they had their claim, bu t not th e specific site. The records are in Sacramento, and I have not s een them . JDN].
Early in the spring it began to rain. The creeks raised and Woods Cree k b ecame a swollen river, sweeping everything before it. Our claim was f ille d with rock and gravel. The flood lasted about six weeks. Provision s go t scarce, as all the ferries and bridges were swept away between Son ora a nd San Francisco. There was no travel. Everything had to be haule d by fre ight from San Francisco or Stockton up to the mine. Flour went u p to on e dollar a pound, beans and potatoes likewise. What little mone y we had s aved was soon spent. We had to go in debt for the little we co uld get t o eat. At this time there were eleven in the family. [That floo d was ruin ous to the entire area. Many more than the Pooles and Nashs le ft the are a because of it. JDN]
As soon as the waters went down we went to work clearing out the claim . S hortly after this, Vie and I decided to go back to San Francisco. I s ol d out my share in the claim; and we settled in a place by the name o f Uni on City, owned by Mr. John M. Horner. I bought a lot from him and b uil t a house and shop. We had saved some money by taking in washing an d iron ing at three dollars per dozen. I did most of the washing and Vi e did th e ironing. [Union City was across the Bay from San Francisco, i n the are a of what is now known as Fremont. JDN]
I did well in my shop. We had a good many of the young elders, who wer e g oing to the Sandwich Islands [Hawaii] on missions, stay with us. The y oft en had to stay and work to get the necessary means to take them t o the Is lands. Among our visitors were Tom Williams and Pemeno Jackman f rom Sal t Lake, who were there buying and shipping potatoes. We also ha d Apostl e Parley P. Pratt who stayed with us a good while. Finally Elder s N. V. J ones and William Fotheringham came from a mission in Calcutta . We decide d to come on home with them. My wife’s mother, her brother Pe ter, and sis ter were to come later.
When I went to sell my house and lot, I could give no title to it, a s w e had no deed from Horner, who at that time owned all of Union City . Man y others had no deeds to their property. We had bought our propert y witho ut getting the deeds, thinking that we were safe and that Horne r was a re liable man. But, alas, he failed, and everything was taken fro m him inclu ding Union City and all improvements. Only those who had bee n smart enoug h to get deeds were saved. I sold out for what I could get , bought me a l ight wagon and a span of mules and started home with Brot her N. V. Jones . [Most historians do not accuse Horner of fraud. Mostly , it was a time o f confusion in changing sovereignty from Mexico to Unit ed States, and con fusion about titles, etc. It appears that Horner simpl y settled an entir e township and began raising food crops and allowing o ther to settle on t he land. JDN]
Everything went well until we came to a big slough, which was a branc h o f the San Joaquin River. It had a narrow steep bridge with no railing , an d fifteen feet from the bridge to the water. Vie would not ride acro ss th e bridge, but walked behind. Brother Jones had crossed and was tyin g up h is team. When near the top of the bridge, my off mule balked and b egan t o back down. The wagon backed to one side of the bridge. Vie holle red t o me to jump down, as the wagon was going over. I jumped off the wa gon ju st as the hind wheels were going off the bridge, then the whole wa gon wen t down to the water and mud, upside down. The mules dropped to th e botto m of the wagon.
We were all day getting out of the water and mud. Some men close by ca m e to our aid. We got the mules out first, then the wagon, a piece a t a ti me, with ropes. Most of our things were lost or spoiled. We had lo t of th ings hanging up in the wagon, including new hats and clothing. Ou r provis ions and feather bed were spoiled. After we got everything out t hat we co uld, we went to a camping place a short distance from there wer e we drie d our bedding and clothing. We finally reached Stockton where w e had ou r wagon fixed and secured some provisions and continued on our j ourney.
We traveled on until we reached Volcano, in Tuolumne County [near the to w n of Jackson, now Amador County, JDN]. After leaving there, we had a st ee p hill to climb. On top of the hill, the wagon broke; and Brother Jone s a nd I had to go back six miles to a blacksmith shop to get the axle me nded . Vie had to stay alone on top of the hill while we were gone. Short ly af ter we went, an Indian rode up to where she was; it frightened he r nearl y to death, but he did not molest her. He tried to talk to her, b ut she c ould not understand him. Soon a white man rode up to where she w as. Seein g she was very frightened, he asked her what the matter was sin ce she wa s there alone. She told him the situation, and he stayed ther e with her u ntil the Indian rode away, about dark. We returned soon afte r.
The next morning, after putting the axle on, we resumed our journey. W e c rossed the Sierra Nevada Mountains; and after much toil and trouble , we a rrived at Carson Valley. We stayed there a few days. While there , Brothe r Enoch Reese, from Salt Lake City, who kept the Station, wante d us to st ay there and take charge of the station while he went to Sal t Lake City a nd back, but my wife was not willing to stay. Both of us we re anxious t o get to Salt Lake City as soon as possible. While we were i n Carson Vall ey, two brethren had come from California with goods for Sa lt Lake City . Their names were Kempton and Potter. When they left, we we nt with the m and two other men. We arrived in Salt Lake City in the fal l of 1855. Wh en we reached there, we found that flour was very scarce, d ue to the cric kets getting most of the crops. I sold my mules and wago n for flour and c oal and went to work at my trade.
In the year 1856 I went to work in the Church Blacksmith Shop. During th i s time I lived in the Seventh Ward. I had a lot there and a blacksmit h sh op on it, before I went to California. When I came back, I turned th e sho p into a dwelling house and lived in it until I built a house nex t to th e shop. During this time, the men in the Seventh Ward were organi zed int o military companies. Brother Jonathan Pugmire was major of a com pany an d Bishop James Willie was captain of our fifty. The company was f ormed in to tens. One company was formed of the young men of the ward. Br other Jam es Needham was captain of our company, and I was his First Lieu tenant. W e were always on hand to respond to every call made by our offi cers. We d rilled every Saturday afternoon and had good times at it. As a ll the boy s were full of fun always.
On July 24, 1857, President Young at Big Cottonwood Canyon gave a part y a nd a great many were present. While we were there, the news was broug ht i nto camp by Porter Rockwell and Jud Stoddard that General Joe Johnso n [Al bert Sidney Johnston] had started with a part of the United State s Army f or Utah to take our leaders prisoners and drive us from our home s. This n ews did not stop our pleasure during our four days of camping . At this ti me I wrote the song “Do Da” and sang it afterward in the tab ernacle. [Pub lished versions spell it “Doo Dah”, JDN]
Soon after we arrived home, Major Pugmire was ordered to get his compa n y ready to march to Echo Canyon with ten-days of rations, armed and equ ip ped with guns and ammunition. Opposite the Lion House, President Youn g ta lked to us, telling us that if we would do right we should all retur n i n peace. On reaching the mouth of Emigration Canyon, a messenger arri ve d from General Wells’ camp telling us to hurry to Echo Canyon for th e sol diers were coming. We made a quick march and arrived at Echo Canyo n and c amped there for ten weeks, but no soldiers came while we were the re. Lo t Smith and companies closely guarded them.
While we were away, those who were left at home had everything ready t o s et fire to our homes if the soldiers should come to the city. We ha d orde rs to move south and leave our homes. My wife and I went as far a s Prov o River and camped there along with many others, while the city wa s nearl y deserted. The soldiers came, but according to their promise mad e to Pre sident Young by General Johnston, they marched through the cit y very peac eably and were astonished to see the city deserted. They cont inued to mar ch south and made camp at a place they named Camp Floyd [i n Cedar Valley , forty miles southwest of Salt Lake City, JDN].
After a while we returned to our homes. I went back to the public shop a g ain and worked there until 1859, when we were called upon to go to th e St ates (Kansas) in charge of the Mountain Meadows Massacre children. T hat w as a dreadful massacre. We were furnished two companies of soldier s to gu ard us on our journey, one of cavalry and one of infantry to tak e 16 chil dren back to Ft. Leavenworth, Kansas. [This refers to the surre nder, the n the massacre of most of the company of Arkansas immigrants (m en, women , and children) traveling to California in 1857. It was done b y a handfu l of Latter-day Saints and some Indians in Southern Utah. A ho rrendous ev ent, it reflected the anger of Mormons who heard the Fanche r Train travel ers, as they were called, brag about the depredations the y had made again st Mormons in Missouri in the 1830’s. JDN].
When we arrived at Fort Leavenworth, the Indian Agent of Fort Smith, Ark a nsas, was there to meet us. He took the sixteen children that we had br ou ght with us. We were discharged there. [Isaac B. drove the wagon, an d Aun t Vie was hired as nurse to the children. One researcher into the m ilitar y records has said the military records did not record the names o f Isaa c and Elvira Nash, JDN]
We went to St. Louis, stayed there a time, then went up the river to LaG r ange, stayed there a few weeks, and then went back to St. Louis. [Aun t Vi e’s record says they intended to go to Wales, but they learned tha t Isaac ’s parents had died within three weeks of each other, so they aba ndoned t he proposed journey, JDN]. From there, we went to a place calle d Pulltite , near the Spanish Pond, ten miles out from St. Louis on the B ellefontain e road. I went to work in a blacksmith shop with an old wago n maker by th e name of James Key. I soon found that he was a Mormon apos tate.
I made a good many friends there and finally bought a piece of land fr o m a gentleman named Dyson and built a house and shop on it. While we we r e there, we adopted two little orphan children, a boy and a girl, bot h o f whom died, one of whooping cough and the other from Cholera Infantu m. [ Aunt Vie says they were named Bartlett and Estelle, JDN.] At this ti me th e war between the North and the South broke out. Most all of the fa rmer s there were slaveholders and very friendly to us, but we passed thr oug h terrible times. I was arrested three times and put into military pr ison , which used to be Dr. McDowell’s College.
An old man by the name of Comstock stayed around the neighborhood and us e d to come to my shop nearly every day, pretending to be very friendly w it h me, but he was a snake in the grass, a very wicked man, and proved t o b e a government spy. He used to talk to me about the war, and I spok e my m ind to him concerning it and freeing the Negroes. He went down t o St. Lou is and reported all I said to the Provost Marshall who lived no t far fro m my shop. His name was Barney Farrar. I used to do considerabl e work fo r him. In the year 1860, when the war broke out [it started i n 1861, JND] , he freed all his slaves, for which the government paid him . He was mad e Provost Marshall, with his headquarters at St. Louis.
After Comstock’s repeated reports of me, he sent for me and had me arres t ed. He said I was a secessionist and had uttered secessionist sentimen t s in my shop. Mr. Comstock, he said, was the informant. I replied tha t i f saying that I did not want a nigger to be on equality with me, wa s bein g a secessionist, I was one. He called one of the guards and tol d him t o take me to prison, so I was taken there.
While my wife and I were in St. Louis, we made the acquaintance of Broth e r Andrew Kershaw and his wife, who proved to be true friends. They cam e t o see us often in Pulltite; and when I was taken to prison, my wife , an d Brother and Sister Kershaw went to the British Consul. They told h i m I was arrested and sent to the military prison as an alleged secessio ni st. I was a British subject, so the British Consul went with them to t h e prison. In the meantime, I was sent for to have my trial. When the Br it ish Consul arrived and told the Provost Marshall that I was a Britis h sub ject and that he was there to protect me, I was released.
Shortly after we went home, I bought a fine double-barreled shotgun to t a ke with me to Salt Lake City. Two young men were living close to us--Jo h n Worthington and Henry Redman. They were good friends of ours and Wort hi ngton knew that I had a good gun. One Saturday evening, Brother and Si ste r Kershaw came out on a visit; and on Sunday morning, Brother Kersha w an d I went up to Spanish Pond. While we were gone, Worthington came t o ou r house. He asked my wife if he could borrow my gun for a little whi le.
My wife said, “Why John, are you going hunting on Sunday?’ He replied th a t birds collected together on Sundays, and he would have a good chanc e t o shoot some. Soon he saw Henry coming and joined him. That night bot h o f them went away to join General Sterling Price, a Confederate genera l op erating in Missouri. Somehow old Comstock found out that Worthingto n too k my gun, so he went to St. Louis and reported. Soon I was arreste d agai n and brought before Farrar, but through the British Consul, Mr. W ilkins , I was again released, which made old Comstock mad. It seems tha t he wa s determined to have me kept in prison.
Mr. Comstock, an old apostate named James Key, and a man by the name o f V an Tassel, went to Judge Crow who lived in the neighborhood, and mad e a n affidavit saying that I was an American citizen, that I had voted i n Ca lifornia, Salt Lake City, and in Pulltite precinct at the election o f Abr aham Lincoln. Again I was arrested. Business at the Provost Marshal l’s wa s so pressing at this time that it was necessary to have an extr a Provos t Marshall, a young man by the name of O’Connor. He tried case s in the af ternoon and was a roommate of the British Consul at the Plant ers’ Hotel . When Mr. Wilkins found that I was arrested again, he and O’C onnor mad e it up to see that my trial came off in the afternoon.
At the trial, Mr. Wilkins sat close to Mr. O’Connor. Mr. O’Connor said , “ Mr. Nash, how is it that you are here again?” I told him that I did n ot k now. “I believe,” he said, “that there is a conspiracy against you. ” An d he swore a big oath that he would have them arrested and began t o writ e an order for arrest when a Provost guard came in and handed hi m a rol l of papers. He looked at them, read one, and shook his head. Mr . Wilkin s asked him what the trouble was. He replied that there was a gr ave charg e against me. It was sworn to by three men before a Justice o f the Peace , Mr. Crow of Pulltite, that I was claiming protection from t he British C onsul when I was a citizen of the United States; that I ha d voted in Cali fornia, Salt Lake City, and Pulltite precinct at the elec tion of Abraha m Lincoln.
Mr. Wilkins read the papers, then turned to me and asked me if I had vot e d at these places. I replied that I had not, that I had been asked to v ot e, but had told them I was not a citizen of the United States and coul d n ot vote. Mr. Wilkins and Mr. O’Connor looked at each other for a fe w seco nds. Then Mr. Wilkins asked Mr. O’Connor what he was going to do a bout it . He replied that he did not know. They finally decided to writ e to Calif ornia and Salt Lake City and to inquire at Pulltite to see i f I had vote d at any of those places.
In the meantime, Mr. Wilkins was to take charge of me, and if I was fou n d guilty, he promised to turn me over to O’Connor. “I want you to under st and,” said Wilkins, “that I am here to protect her Majesty’s subjects , an d I am going to do it.” At Mr. O’Connor’s request, I signed the oat h of n eutrality. Mr. O’Connor told me to keep my mouth shut, and I woul d not b e molested again. I thanked him, and Mr. Wilkins took the documen t and we nt away. I heard later that Van Tassell, one of the men who swor e agains t me, was banished from the state for harboring Negroes and gett ing the m to steal from their masters. Old Comstock, I understand, died m iserably , without a friend; and Key, the apostate, went blind and died i n great p overty.
While we were in Missouri, we adopted two orphan children, but both of t h em died. In the year 1863, we adopted another little girl baby, the dau gh ter of a man named Charles Alonzo Lane, whose wife died with the fever . H er name was Virginia. She was buried at the Bellefontaine Cemetery. W e ha d the little child blessed and named Nellie E. Nash.
In the year 1864 we decided to move back to our home in Salt Lake City . [ Aunt Vie’s journal says they left because she was filled with fear fo r hu sband’s safety, JDN]. Before we moved, I had a letter from my wife’ s brot her Peter Poole, who lived in our house in the city of Salt Lake , sayin g that he was going to move to Cache Valley and wanting us to com e ther e also. He said he could sell my house and lot. I told him to do s o, whic h he did. He then moved to Franklin, Idaho, in Cache Valley.
A brother in St. Louis by the name of Dunford, a boot and shoe merchan t w ith a large store on Broadway, found that I was about to go to Salt L ak e City and sent for me. He made a proposition to me, that if I would g o w ith him and take charge of his outfit, he would take my wife and I t o Sal t Lake City free. I agreed and we soon started. In Wyoming, he lef t every thing in my charge, consisting of eight wagons loaded with hats , boots, s hoes, and provisions, and a spring wagon for himself and famil y. He furni shed the money. I hired the teamsters and had charge of every thing, whil e they passed as passengers to the valley.
In Wyoming, a good many people joined us who were going to Salt Lake, a n d within a few days we were organized as a company to travel across th e p lains. I was appointed Sergeant of the Guard. Everything went pleasan tl y until we were about halfway through our journey. Mr. Dunford began t o f ind fault with me, saying that I did not attend to his business solel y, a s he had hired me to do. But instead, I had divided my attention i n looki ng after the welfare of the Mormons and others who formed most o f the com pany.
At last, within a few days drive to Ash Hollow, he got very wrath with m e , saying that he would not go on any farther and that I could quit a s h e had no more use for me. I threw my little whip to the ground sayin g tha t if that was what he wanted, I would quit. When the teamsters sa w wha t I had done, they also threw down their whips. This was about noon . He a nd his wife drove the teams into camp, where a meeting was called . Mr. Du nford made his grievances known, saying that he did not hire m e to do any thing but his bidding and did not want me to act as Sergean t of the Guard , as it kept me from looking after his affairs.
After a good deal of talk, a vote was taken; and I was released from bei n g Sergeant of the Guard. The leading men talked the matter over concern in g a new Sergeant of the Guard. Finally, Dr. Henton, one of the company , m ade a motion that I. B. Nash be Sergeant of the Guard until we reache d Sa lt Lake City. The vote was carried. All voted except Dunford, who wa s cra zy-mad. However, he was at last coaxed to go on. Everything seeme d to b e going smoothly until we came to Ash Hollow. There, upon the benc h abou t a mile from where we camped, a company of soldiers was stationed . Earl y in the morning, Dunford went to the soldier’s camp. Upon his ret urn h e told us that he had decided not to go any farther and that we, hi s team sters, were discharged. He told me to bring the accounts of the te amsters , and he would pay them off.
We were in a bad fix, thrown out on the plains with no way to go to th e v alley. A meeting was called by the leading men of the company, and i t wa s agreed that we should be divided among the company and finish th e tre k to Salt Lake City. They told me to get provisions as pay for th e teamst ers, but upon explaining the situation to Mr. Dunford and askin g for th e pay in the form of provisions such as flour, bacon, dried frui t, etc. , of which he had plenty. He refused flatly, saying that we coul d take ou r pay in legal currency or not at all.
I pleaded with him, but in vain. He had the advantage on us, as he had t h e soldiers back of him. I did not know what to do. I turned to some o f th e teamsters who stood nearby and told them to cheer up; we would ge t prov isions some way. As I turned away, Mr. Dunford drew a revolver an d said t hat if I touched anything that belonged to him, he would shoot m e down . I told him that was a game that two could play at. He jumped bef ore me , pointing a revolver in my face. It was cocked and his finger wa s on th e trigger, when a man by the name of Hall jumped and grabbed th e revolve r away from Mr. Dunford, who cried out to his son, Henry, to ru n to his c arriage and bring another revolver. As Henry was returning t o his father , a man who was sitting by the campfire knocked the revolve r from his han d with a stick of wood. Soon after that, Dunford moved t o the soldiers’ c amp, and we started on our way. Brother Bolingbrook an d family and my wif e went with Mr. Hall. The teamsters were divided amon g the company.
After much trouble, we arrived in Salt Lake City where we stayed for a f e w days and then went to Franklin with my wife’s brother, also brother s fr om Franklin by the names of William Rogers, L. L. Hatch, Bishop of F rankl in, and James Packer. They had heard through my wife’s brother, Pet er Poo le, that I was a choir leader, and they needed me in that capacit y very m uch. We arrived in Franklin in October 1864.
I soon established myself there. I went to work at my trade, in partners h ip with Brother Purnell. I was soon appointed leader of the choir and S up erintendent of the Sunday School, both of which I held for several yea rs , until I was called First Assistant to Brother William Webster, Stak e Su perintendent of the Sunday Schools in Oneida Stake. I held that offi ce un til the death of Brother Webster.
On April 1, 1872, I was ordained a High Priest by John Biggs, and lat e r a Patriarch on August 29, 1879, by Apostle George Teasdale. In 186 5 , I bought a lot with a log house on it from Brother Andrew Morrison a n d after living in Brother Peter Poole’s house a while, I moved into ou r l og house. I built a blacksmith shop and worked in my own shop until t he S hort Line Railroad reached Franklin; and while the terminus of the r oad w as there, I built a shop at the terminus, working there until the r ailroa d went farther north, then built a shop by Webster’s’ store. [Thi s railro ad no longer exists, JDN].
Later I worked in a shop near the Co-op Store. I had to leave there aft e r several years on account of the insurance company’s demands, which wo ul d not allow the shop nearer than one hundred feet from the store, unle s s they paid seventy-five dollars per year more, which they refused to d o . As I had to move, I bought a lot from John Egbert across the street f ro m the old shop and worked there until I retired from business. I turne d t he business over to my two sons, Isaac H. and David Nash. The busines s i s still carried on by them under the name of Nash Brothers. I also tu rne d my farm of forty acres over to them; and in consideration of this , my s ons maintained my family and me. [The old blacksmith shop was loca ted i n Nashville near their farm two miles north of town, JDN].
[Before the final paragraphs of his journal are read it is important t o r emember that on November 8, 1867, he married Martha Howland as a plur al w ife. He was forty-four, Aunt Vie was Forty-one, and Grandmother Mart ha wa s still one month from her sixteenth birthday. Aunt Vie’s only chil d wa s the adopted girl, Nellie. Nellie Nash Parkinson is quoted in Aun t Vie’ s journal as saying that Aunt Vie, “gave her consent for Isaac t o marry M artha Howland, feeling that he should be blessed with children , and havin g full faith in the divinity of the revelation concerning plu ral marriage .” See Aunt Vie’s journal for the good relationship of thes e two women. T he log house still stands at 309 E. 2nd North, Franklin, I daho, but it do es not look like a log house. It has been incorporated in to the house tha t Laura Nash Atkinson lived in for so many years. All tw elve of Martha’ s children were born in that house. Aunt Vie’s home was a bout two block s away, but it no longer stands. If any descendant happen s to drive throu gh Franklin, please stop at the Pioneer Relic Hall on th e north side of t he town park. If you look around long enough you will f ind some large por traits of your pioneer ancestors, JDN].
In April, 1885, United States Marshall Fred Dubois, with many deputies , w as making awful raids on the Mormons, and a great many of the brethre n we re taken and cast into prison. Among the number, Deputy Marshall Ale xande r Stalker, a neighbor of mine who pretended to by my friend, took m e. I w as taken to Oxford before a United States Commissioner and bound o ver t o appear in court at Blackfoot in November 1885. Nine of us were tr ied be fore Judge Hays for polygamy and eight of us were found guilty. Br other G eorge C. Parkinson was tried for hiding one of the brethren i n a cellar i n Oxford. He was sentenced to the penitentiary for one yea r and to pa y a fine of three hundred dollars. The other eight were sente nced for si x months and fine of three hundred dollars. I was sentenced t o three mont hs and no fine, along with Bishop Porter. We were cellmates.
The old judge took much interest in me and promised that if I would ob e y the law in the future, he would send me home free; but I told him I c ou ld not do it, so I went to the Pen. While there, I was well treated an d e njoyed myself. Sometimes I did blacksmithing, sometimes composed song s. M y cell was never locked except at night.
One day old Judge Hays came to Boise and wanted to see the prisoner Nas h . He, with Dubois and others, came to my cell. He put his hand throug h th e bars and shook hands with me, telling me I looked well. I replie d tha t a clear conscience and a contented mind is a continual feast. H e laughe d and said that I was a case and would be contented wherever I w as. I mad e friends with all the prisoners. One day while out in the yard , all pris oners were allowed two hours daily in the yard, I heard one o f the prison ers begging for a chew of tobacco. I decided to get a plug o f tobacco an d divide it among the prisoners, so I sent for a plug and go t it.
I cut it in small pieces and gave it among them once in a while. One nig h t when the water-carrier was in my cell, he slipped a small piece of pa pe r to me. I read it. It was asking for a “Chaw of tobacco, for God’s sa ke. ” He said he was almost crazy, so I sent him a nice piece. The next d ay , while walking with Bishop Porter in the yard, someone grasped me i n hi s arms and said, “God bless you, Brother Nash. You saved my life las t nig ht by sending me that tobacco and Ill never forget it.” All the pri soner s called me Brother Nash and would do anything for me. This particu lar ma n was an Irishman named Sullivan.
I was kindly treated by all the officers in the prison. When my time w a s up, all the prisoners were allowed to come out and stand by as I pass e d out. They waved their caps saying, “Goodbye, Brother Nash,” and som e sa id, “God bless you.” I gained their good will by being kind and no t bein g stuck up.
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During his early residence in Salt Lake, his great strength of charact e r was portrayed in an incident occurring in the old bowery. He was list en ing to a discourse by President Brigham Young, who was scathingly deno unc ing the use of tobacco, saying,” There are Elders in this assembly wh o no w have tobacco in their mouths though even a hog would not chew th e vil e weed.” I. B. Nash had some in his mouth and felt the reproof keen ly, s o quietly slipped the tobacco out of his mouth and, dropped it on t he gro und, and said to himself, “Now stay there until I come for you,” a nd he n ever again touched the weed in any form. [Lyn Nash]
Physically, he knew no fear, was impetuous and spoke quickly, but forgiv i ng as a child. In his trade as a blacksmith, he exhibited great skill . H e was devoted to his family, as well as to the community at large, an d wa s successful in providing wholesome amusement and pleasures for bot h ol d and young. [Lyn Nash]
Isaac B. and Aunt Vie lived in one home, and Martha and the children liv e d in another home. During the last three years of his life, he suffere d w ith cancer, and toward the end, Isaac B. and Aunt Vie moved in with M arth a in order that the two wives could share the burden of caring for h im. D uring the 1960’s Mary and I oftentimes would stop in Franklin and c hat wi th Aunt Laura, Isaac and Martha’s youngest daughter. We would as k her t o tell our children about her father. She delighted us with her s tories , adding that Isaac B. never failed to attend General Conference t wice ea ch year in Salt Lake City. Sometimes he walked, she said, and lat er he ro de the train. Aunt Laura also said that she remembered travelin g to Confe rence with her father. She would be seated by the great organ , and he wou ld sing again with the choir that he helped found a half-cen tury earlier . [JDN)]
Editorial notes of JDN are made by a great grandson, Jack D. Nash. | Nash, Isaac Bartlett Davies (I127952)
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Born 1646 [Va or England] Arrival date of Wilsons unknown. Member of t h e House of Burgesses, JP and County Lt for Eliz City County; Naval Offi ce r for Lower James 1699-1710. A Succesful merchant of Hampton County, V a , he accumulated a large estate and his plantation was called �Ceelys � an d was in Elizabeth City County, Va]. He married Jane Surname Unknown . Hi s daughter Mary Wilson had three marriages. The first was to Willia m ROSC OW through which our direct line continues. But William Roscow die d in 17 00 leaving two small children, who were then step fathered by Mil es Cary , the namesake son of our immigrant Cary and his wife Anne TAYLO R and h e was 2nd husband to Mary. Mary third married to Dr Archibald BLA IR of Wi lliamsburg. He too had three marriages, with only one of his fou r childre n being certain in their matrilineage. There then exists the po ssibilit y that any of these three BLAIR children are Mary Wilson's own . Elizabet h Blair, one of these three Blair children of uncertain matril ineage, her self produced a son, John BOLLING, who married Martha Jeffers on, sister t o Thomas Jefferson, Pres US
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Died 17 Jun 1741 Elizabeth, Pasquotank, North Carolina, United States | Wilson, Colonel William (I798)
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Born a twin and died, smothered by nurse | Spencer, Alvira (I174757)
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Born aboard the Amity from England to America. | Haynes, Joseph Christopher (I52819)
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Born Henry, who adopted the name of Stephen. | Blois, Henry (Stephen) II Count of Blois and Chartres (I13197)
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Born in 1888, the grandson of an Irish immigrant, Joseph Patrick Kenne d y had an enormous drive to acquire both fame and fortune, from the tim e h e was a school boy he was interested in making money. He had an inter esti ng hobby of tinkering with clocks. Joe was a poor student, but goo d at at hletics and had an attractive personality. He was able to overcom e many e thnic barriers during his school years at Boston Latin, a protes tant an d primarily Yankee school. Was one of the youngest Bank President s in U S history. He was fiercely proud of his family. He was quoted as h aving s aid his family was the finest thing in his life. His often cite d goal wa s to be a millionaire by the age of 35. Within a year and a ha lf of grad uating from Harvard College, he had progressed from bank cler k through ba nk examiner to bank president and was on his way. Publicit y from bein g the youngest U. S. bank president opened doors to other opp ortunities . Soon his financial enterprises embraced real estate, the sto ck market a nd motion pictures. Kennedy's accumulated wealth by 1929 ena bled him t o establish one million dollar trust funds for each of his chi ldren. I n the 1930's he began to put his intelligence, personality an d money int o politics. His involvement in Roosevelt's inner circle duri ng the presi dential campaign led him to believe he would receive a cabin et post. Alth ough that never materialized, he was chosen to head the new ly created Sec urities and Exchange Commission, the regulatory body set u p to govern th e financial community. Later, he headed the Maritime Comm ission. However , his most famous appointment was that of ambassador to t he Court of Sain t James. He served from 1937 until 1940 when he retire d from public serv ice and returned to the business world. In 1961 he suf fered a debilitatin g stroke followed by relapses and heart attacks tha t left him virtually i ncapacitated until his death in 1969. | Kennedy, Joseph Patrick "Joe" (I168317)
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Born in Indiana in 1867, Wilbur Wright was the elder brother of Orvi l l e W right, with whom he developed the world's first successful airpla ne . On D ecember 17, 1903, the Wright brothers succeeded in making the f ir s t free, controlled flight of a power-driven airplane. An extraordina r y a chievem ent, Wilbur flew the plane for 59 seconds over a distanc e o f 85 2 feet. To day, the Wright brothers are regarded as the "father s o f moder n aviation. " Wilbur Wright died in Dayton, Ohio, on May 30 , 1912 . | Wright, Wilbur (I95871)
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Born in Lancashire, England, 1836, to Luke and Martha Wild Nield. The Ni e lds, Luke, John (son) and Alice (daughter) arrived in Fillmore the spri n g of 1855. Martha had died in England.
Alice met and married William Henry Stott 1855. | Nield, Alice (I4891)
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Born July 18, 1883, Parowan, Iron County, Utah, the second child and on l y daughter of John Edward and Sarah Jane Perkins Rogerson.
She lived with her parents in Parowan Canyon where her father worked t a t Cooper Saw Mill hauling logs and making shingles. Her parents were ca ll ed in 1886 to settle in Mancos, Colorado. They lived where for two yea rs . In answer to a call by President Hammond they left their new home i n Ma ncos, July 23, 1888, and arrived in Monticello, July 27, 1888. Laver na wa s then 5 years old. Upon arriving in Monticello there were two lo g cabin s built by Brothers FI Jones and CE Walton. For the first winte r they liv ed in a one room shanty.
She attended the first school in Monticello which was held in their ho m e and taught by her mother, Sarah Jane. In the school were nine studen t s including her two brothers Ed and Gene and six students.
Some of the experiences of her childhood were: One morning she and her b r other Ed were sent to the only store within miles for groceries. They t ru dged down the dusty path hand in hand in silence—solemn little faces r efl ecting their shyness. They approached the store and stopped—eyes popp in g and hearts pounding. Here was a miracle. The grass of the yard was i n f ull bloom with candy. There were gum drops, chocolate drops and cand y cor n in abundance all over the yard. They marched straight on into th e stor e and made their purchases, then the merchant invited them to hel p themse lves to the candy.
This was a miracle to the children but one of those heart breaking loss e s for the merchant. Cowboys—so called—in a drunken frenzy had, the nig h t before, taken the large old fashioned wooden pails of candy out, sho t t he bottoms out of them and ___________________over the yard.
Cowboys were the plague of these early pioneers, some of them were goo d h onest workman it is true, but others were temporary visitors who ha d paus ed briefly here on the border of civilization in their flights fro m the l aw. Many times had this wild crowd destroyed the property of thi s pionee r merchant. The small pioneer girl remembered having seen more t han once , some cowboy with the end of a bolt of cloth tied to his saddl e horn gal loping down the road with the whole bolt of cloth streaming ou t behind. S he remembered an expensive side saddle, bought with great sac rifice, slas hed to ribbons by these same drunken cowboys. She remembere d the terror o f a gun battle at a dance. Two cowboys galloped away leavi ng another cowb oy and a pioneer mother, an innocent by stander, dead.
Every summer she and her family went to the mountain to milk cows, mak e c heese and butter, and take mild to the stamp mills on this side of th e mo untain, and over to Camp Jackson on the other side. The milk was car rie d in five gallon barrels in panyards and pack saddles.
Many times they would bring logs down to build on to their house.
LaVerna often rode on these logs, while coming to town to enjoy dancin g w hich was one of her favorite pastimes.
As a young woman, LaVerna took care of the household duties while her mo t her, Sarah Jane Rogerson, worked as County Recorder. Beginning at an ea rl y age she was busy and active in the church, holding many positions su c h as Sunday School teacher, Primary officer and teacher, Relief Societ y o fficer and teacher, and Beehive teacher and officer in the MIA She w a s a member of the Daughters of Utah Pioneers and other civic organizati on s and clubs.
She sang in the Monticello ward choir for fifty years. She enjoyed mus i c very much, being a member of the first orchestra organized in Montice ll o. This consisted of two guitars, a mandolin, a violin and sometimes a n o rgan.
She met Fredrick Young Jensen Jr. of Ephraim, Utah, in 1906, while he w a s working in Monticello. They were married in the Salt Lake Temple, Oct ob er 2, 1918, returning to Monticello to make their home. To this unio n wer e born four sons, Lisle and Quinn, (Twins) Clyde and Neale.
Laverna supported her children in all of their activities, enjoying th e d ances and sports as much as they did.
Laverna was especially gifted in handicrafts, handwork and in the raisi n g and arranging of flowers. For many years, she furnished flowers for c hu rch services.
In later life she and her husband served on a Stake Mission for two year s .
She enjoyed visits from her sons and their families, who had moved fro m M onticello.
She is survived by her husband, Fredrick Young Jensen Jr. and four son s , Fredrick Lisle, Kearns, Utah, Edward Quinn, Centerville, Warren Clyd e , Mesa Arizona, and James Neale, Centerville, Sixteen grandchildren, t w o brothers, Lynn and Ed, Rogerson, Provo, Utah.
She passed away February 25, 1963, 9:15 p.m. San Juan County Hospital, M o nticello, Utah, at the age of 79. | Rogerson, Madora Laverna (I94461)
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Both he and wife died of smallpox in 1812 | Greene, Thomas (I30332)
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Brigham City, UT - Blen D. Nance passed away on Friday, September 8, 201 7 . He was born December 7, 1933 in Salt Lake City, Utah to Lorraine Dunc a n and Wendell M. Nance. He grew up in Kaysville, Utah and lived his adu l t life in Salt Lake City, Utah, Canoga Park, California and Brigham Cit y , Utah. Blen graduated from Davis High School, earned a B.S. degree i n Ch emical Engineering from the University of Utah, and an MA in Enginee rin g Administration from Utah State University. He worked as a design en gine er at Rocketdyne and then as Program Manager for Thiokol, Corp. unti l hi s retirement in 1992.
Blen was a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints . H e was a member of the BSA and attained the rank of Eagle Scout. He se rve d in fraternal organizations including the BPOE and FOE and belonge d to t he Brigham City Country Club. He loved fishing, hunting, skiing, c amping , golfing and gardening. An avid traveler, Blen visited all 50 sta tes an d every continent.
He married Cherry Bishop on September 10, 1951. They later divorced. Bl e n married Virginia Lynne Amundsen Richman on December 9, 1972. He is su rv ived by his brother, Paul (Dorothy) Nance, his sister, Ann (Donald) Da vi s and four children: DeLonie (Robert) Call, North Ogden; Mel (Karen) N anc e, Kaysville; Wendy (Joseph) Morgan, Cottonwood Heights; Kelly Nance , Wes t Valley City. He has four step-children: Jeff Richman; Sydney (Ala n) And ersen; Cassee Harper; and Todd Richman. He has 11 grandchildren; 2 5 grea t -grandchildren; and one great-great-grandchild; four step-grandc hildre n and one step-great-grandchild. He was preceded in death by his w ife, Ly nne; his parents; and 3 grandchildren.
Graveside Services will be held at 2:00 p.m. on Friday, September 15, 20 1 7 at the Brigham City Cemetery, 325 S. 300 E., Brigham City, UT. | Nance, Blen D (I146573)
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British Navy Admiral of the White. Born in Burnham Thorpe, Norfolk, Engl a nd, his mother died when he was nine and he went to sea three years lat e r abord "HMS Raisonnable" under his uncle Captain Maurice Suckling. B y 17 77 he was a Lieutenant and assigned to the West Indies, where he sa w acti on during the American Revolution. Promoted post-Captain in 1779 a t the a ge of 20, his first command was the frigate "HMS Hinchingbroke. " When th e French Revolutionary Wars began in 1793, Nelson was given com mand of "H MS Agamemnon" and was assigned to the Mediterranean. During th e capture o f Corsica in 1794, he was hit in the face by a blast of grave l and blinde d in his right eye.
In 1797 he was knighted as a member of the Order of the Bath and was pro m oted to Rear Admiral of the Blue largely for his role in the British vi ct ory at the Battle of Cape St. Vincent. In 1798, in command of his ow n fle et of fourteen ships, he destroyed a French fleet of seventeen at t he Bat tle of the Nile, effectively marooning Napoleon Boneparte's forces . He wa s then granted the title of Baron Nelson. Later, he was shot in t he arm a nd lost almost his entire right arm to amputation. In 1799, he w as promot ed to Rear Admiral of the Red, and in 1801 he was promoted to V ice Admira l of the Blue. Within a few months he was involved in the Batt le of Copen hagen. After his success there he was promoted to Vice Admira l of the Whi te, the fifth highest rank in the Royal Navy, and took comma nd of the Med iterranean Fleet in 1803 when he was assigned to "HMS Victo ry". On Octobe r 21, 1805 with 27 ships of the line, he engaged the numer ically superio r Franco-Spanish fleet of 33. After the "HMS Victory" crip ped the Frenc h flagship she moved on to the "Redoutable", and the two sh ips became ent angled. Snipers in the fighting tops of the "Redoutable" p oured fire dow n onto the deck of the Victory, and Nelson was hit. A bull et entered hi s shoulder, pierced his lung, and came to rest at the bas e of his spine . Admiral Nelson remained conscious for four hours, but di ed belowdecks s oon after his greatest victory was achieved. his body wa s preserved i n a barrel of brandy wine for his return to London where h e was given a s tate funeral. He was laid to rest in a coffin made from t he mast of his " HMS L'Orient" which had been salvaged after the Battle o f the Nile . | Nelson, Lord Horatio 1st Viscount Nelson (I95286)
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Burial - Payson City Cemetery Plot: Blk 14 lot 10 pos 8. | Whitney, Delmar (I178053)
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Burial - Provo City Cemetery Plot: Block 5 Lot 9
Obituary:
The Daily Herald (Provo, UT), Sunday, 8 JAN 1978
Aaron G. Whitney
Aaron Glen Whitney, 71, og 267 S. 400 W., Provo, died January 6, 1978 i n the Utah Valley Hospital following a long illness.
He was born March 20, 1906 in Mapleton, Utah, a son of Harvey Alonzo an d Claudia Johnson Whitney.
He married Fawn Braithwaite on April 26, 1928 in Manti, Utah.
Mr. Whitney received his education in the schools of Mapleton and Springv ille. He had been a resident of Provo since 1935 and had spent his lifeti me working in heavy construction. He worked on the construction of many r oads, bridges and dams throughout Utah prior to his retirement in 1968. H e was an avid boating, hunting, and snowmobiling enthusiast.
Surviving are his widow; two sons and two daughters, Mrs. Dawain C. (Dixi e Lee) Barker of Moab; Burke Whitney and Ronald Whitney, both of Springvi lle; and Mrs. John D. (Frances Marie) Oertle of Provo. One child, Steve n Glen, died shortly after birth.
Also surviving are 10 grandchildren; four brothers and one sister, LaVo n Whitney of Salt Lake City; Lawrence Whitney of Grandada Hills, Californ ia; Ray Whitney and Delmar Whitney of Springville; and Mrs. Wayne L. (Moz elle) Braithwaite of Ogden.
Funeral services will be Tuesday at 11 a.m. in the Berg Drawing Room Chap el, Provo, Utah. Friends may call at the mortuary Monday from 6 to 8 p.m . and Tuesday one hour prior to services.
FUNERAL: The Times Independent, 19 JAN 1978
Services Held For Father Of Moab Woman
Funeral services were held in Provo January 10, 1978 for Aaron Glen Whitn ey, 71, Dixie Barker's father who died January 6, 1978 in a Provo hospita l after a long illness.
Born March 20, 1906 in Mapleton, Utah, he was the fifth of 13 children t o Harvey Alonzo and Claudia Johnson Whitney. He married Fawn Lenore Brait hwaite April 26, 1929 in Manti, Utah.
He worked in the heavy construction business and was instrumental in th e construction of many roads, bridges and dams throughout the state. He r etired in 1968 to pursue many of his outdoor interests, including boating , huntin and snowmobiling.
Survivors include his wife, two sons and two daughters, Mrs. Dwain C. (Di xie) Barker, Moab; Burke and Ronald, Springville; Mrs. John D. (Frances M arie) Oertle, Provo; 10 grandchildren; four brothers and a sister.
Services were in Berg Mortuary Drawing Room Chapel with burial in the Pro vo Cemetery. | Whitney, Aaron Glen (I178048)
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Burial - Vernal Memorial Park Plot: BH215.00_L1_S5 | Whitney, Charles Perry (I178050)
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Burial Plot: Area 3, Block 4, Lot No 68 | Self, Mary Ann (I119587)
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Burial Plot: Buried in plot 1-3-C-10 | Lythgoe, James Heelis (I62375)
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Burial: Buried at sea on the ship "Williamsburg"captained by Capt. Ish a m randolph | Jefferson, Thomas (I15755)
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Burial: Capt Israel Bowen, 1819; Burial, Coventry, Kent, Rhode Island, U n ited States of America, Captain Israel Bowen Lot; citing record ID 266 7 5 3 54, Find a Grave, http://www.findagrave.com. | Bowen, Captain Israel (I26866)
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Burial: plot 36689 S-11-10-W-3, Salt Lake City Cemetery | Edwards, Margaret Irene (I62)
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Burial: Plot A-Main, Square 28
Email received from Kelly Sibley Ready. | Sibley, Cyrus Rufus (I113527)
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