Henson Walker’s Conversion

HENSON WALKER’S CONVERSION

Henson Walker was born in Manchester, Ontario County, New York 13 March 1820.  His early life was spent on his father’s farm where he was taught to work and to never spend more than he could earn.  He was naturally of a religious nature and affiliated himself with the Methodist Church.  He studied his Bible carefully and as he grew older he often went with the Methodist Minister around his circuit.  As a boy he loved to hunt and fish and to him was given the responsibility of providing meat for the family.  He had black hair and eyes, was tall, better than six feet, straight and well built and much inclined toward athletics.  He liked to wrestle and was a good runner.  He often told his grandchildren how he could stand on the ground, jump in the air and strike his heels together three times before his feet touched the ground again.  He was active and quick in thought and deed.  Often he walked to Clifton Springs with the village boys to swim in the mineral springs.  He was about 14 or 15 years old when the family left Manchester to go west.  (1834/35)

When the move was made westward to Oceola Township, Livingston, Michigan, several families went together, among them was the Bouck family.  The chance for education came mostly from the school of experience.  He learned to read and write and figure as necessity required.  During those years the Mormon Missionaries made their way into parts of Michigan.  Henson often preached at the Methodist services in a clear loud voice.  The louder the preacher talked, the more effective it seemed to be.  He said he always felt there was something lacking in his religion but he could not tell what it was.  Henson went to a revival meeting looking for something to satisfy his thirst for a correct church.  He left the meeting feeling very discouraged with what he had seen and heard.  He would later in the day, be approached by a man with a new scripture which he bought and read.    He completely read the Book of Mormon and it testified to him it was true.  He wasn’t even told about Joseph Smith until he found the church and was baptized, this taking place on 16th of April 1840 by Nehitable Serrine.     

Henson tried to explain this new faith to his family but they could not see it.  His mother was nearly broken hearted because he took up with this new, unpopular religion.  Henson knew he was right in his choice and he knew his Heavenly Father knew that he knew it.  There was nothing to do but get away from the home and thus try to relieve the tension this situation had created.  He loved his family and was devoted to his mother but he could not give up his religion.  He made a little house on his property at Salem, Michigan and on the 24th Aug 1841, he and Martha Ann Bouck were married.  Her father, mother and sisters had joined the church about the same time as Henson had.

Do not be too harsh on Henson, Sr. and Matilda—look at the date and place where Henson, Jr. was born.  They had lived there since 1817 and lived there through all the church’s early beginnings.

My Dad told the story of Henson Walker, Jr. joining the church thus—in italics.

 Compiled by Mary Jean Caldwell

 

 

Harriet Shoell—A Handcart Pioneer

Harriet Shoell—A Handcart Pioneer
by Emma L. Cobbley

My great grandmother, Harriet Shoell, was born in England, in the year 1825, in the month of June. She died in Pleasant Grove, Utah in the year 1892. Her father was Daniel Shoell of Down Court, Glouchestershire, England. Harriet Shoell worked as a servant girl in England starting to work when very young and staying with one family for twenty years. At one time when young she and her lover planned to marry and she served notice to the people for whom she worked that she was leaving. However the wedding did not take place as a result of a quarrel and Harriet returned to her former work.

She heard the gospel message in her native land and accepted it there, as did most of her family.

Strange but true is the fact that in the same company of saints on board the steamship, New Thornton, was a tiny babe whom she helped to care for on the long journey across the Atlantic Ocean later became her own son-in-law. This man is my grandfather, Charles A. Cobbley. At this time my great grandmother was not married. They sailed on May 4th and arrived in New York June 14th being on the water forty days.

From New York they went directly west to Iowa, where they prepared almost immediately to leave for Zion. She and her sister, Ellen, were in the company of Capt. James E. Willie. The start was made on July 15th 1856.

It was not until late August that this company crossed the Missouri River, however they pressed on with great haste to reach the valley before winter set in. With this company was 120 handcarts, 500 souls, 5 wagons, 24 oxen, 45 beef cattle and cows.

The journey from Iowa City to the Missouri River was pleasurable in every particular. The roads were good, game was plentiful and the grass was high for the cattle. Arriving in Florence, Nebraska several days were spent in repairing old carts and making new ones and obtaining food supplies. They left Florence on August 17th.

On the plains they had many experiences. The Indians drove off the beef cattle of the company which was an unfortunate occurrence. When the company reached a point about 300 miles west of Florence they barely escaped being tramples under foot by a herd of frightened buffalo. The roads were somewhat rough now and much rawhide had to be used on the rickety carts to keep them from falling to pieces. The axles wore through before the journey was half ended causing much trouble and delay all along the trail. The early frosty nights made it cold for the immigrants but they pushed on until they reached Fort Laramie, where they obtained some buffalo robes and a few more provisions.

My great grandmother did not fare so well in the matter of eatables until she became the cook for the captain. This was better for her until the supplies ran out. She has told of scalding the hides of the dead cattle and scraping them to remove the hairs after which they made soup upon which the company existed for some time.

On they traveled and with the consuming of food it was discovered that rations must be meted out to the families. On October 10th it was decided to apportion ten ounces to each soul and on the 14th another reduction was made. On the 19th the last ounce of flour was doled out. What made matters worse was that snow was now flying and it was already eighteen inches deep then on the level.

They pushed on but were compelled to make camp on the Sweetwater. They were suffering from over-exertion, hunger and cold. Sixty-six of their number had died and all were in a sad plight. A company of men passed which was headed by Franklin D. Richards, who did all they could to relieve the suffering and hurried on to report their plight to President Young.

The October conference was in session when they arrived in Salt Lake City. President Young, upon hearing of their plight immediately called for volunteers from the assembly to go to the rescue of these people. Two experience plainsmen left immediately with twenty teams and provisions. They carried with them quilts, underwear, mittens, socks and many took from their own backs to send to the relief of their brethren.

The rescue party encountered stormy weather from the first and did not make as quick time as they expected. On reaching the Green River and hearing nothing of the immigrants Joseph A. Young and Angus Wheelock were sent ahead to meet them and let them know relief was coming near. Near the South Pass the wagons reached the company. They had had nothing to eat for forty-eight hours and were freezing and starving to death. Wood was drawn to a hurried made camp and bonfires were lighted. Food was doled out and the immigrants took new courage. Yet nine died that night after the relief came.

They continued on under the direction of William H. Kimball. It continued to snow and the nights were bitter cold. It was necessary to sleep around fires and some had to be constantly gathering wood so that clothes could be dried and fires made to keep warm by whenever they stopped. The company finally reached the Green River where they were again met by supplies and wagons and in November they were welcomed at Fort Bridger. Here there were fifty wagons to meet them and carry them to the valley. Seven day later the party arrived in Great Salt Lake City.

Within an hour of the arrival of this company every soul was being cared for in the home of a brother saint. This company lost one-sixth of its number through cold or hunger.

Harriet Shoell went directly to Pleasant Grove to work for a family by the name of Thorne. There she stayed until she met my great grandfather, Joseph Daniel Davis, whom she married. They had three children named: Joseph, Edwin and Emma (whom I was named after). They helped till the soil and plant the seeds for the community building. Joseph died September 7, 1865 when the third child, Emma, was just four years of age. She is my Grandmother Emma Louise Cobbley. She is the only one left now of these three and is getting along in years.

Harriet Showell Davis lived to be 67 years of age as death came to her in June 1892.

When I think of the journey made by Harriet Shoell and of the conditions she survived to reach this land and of the suffering that was hers I marvel. The question that confronts me is, “Would I do as much for my religion?”

May she reach the peak for which she sought and may God look upon her as one of the noblest and most worthy of those who can be called saints is the wish of her great granddaughter.

May I inherit some of her most noblest heritage and “Carry on” as she would have done is my desire.

This story is attested by the daughter of Harriet Shoell, my own grandmother

signed by Emma L Cobbley dated March 1993

A TRIBUTE TO THE PIONEERS

Lo: issuing from the canyon’s rough defile,
Where frowns on either side a lofty pile,
A little band of sun burnt pioneers
Halt on the ridge whose milder summit rears
The towering peaks and plain to intervene,
And gaze with wonder on the glorious scene.
Ah, marvel nothing if the eye may trace
The care lines on each toil-worn face,
Nor yet if down his cheeks in silent show
The trickling tides of tender feeling flow—
Would e’en the coldest heart forbear to say,
Good cause had gratitude to weep that day,
Or censure for a for a flow of manly tears
That brave souled band, IMMORTAL PIONEERS!

SONG OF THE HANDCART COMPANIES.

“Some must push and some must pull
As we go marching up the hill.
As merrily on our way we go,
Until we reach the valley, oh!”

MY NOTE:
According to the Sheepscombe Branch records, in Cheltenham Conf., British Mission Harriet at the age of 26 was baptized on 24th of June 1850. Her sister Ellen was baptized the same year in December and Elisabeth also the same year in July. Her Father was baptized in February 1850 and her brother Edwin was the first of the children to be baptized, in March of the same year and Fred was baptized in November. Their mother died two year before these events took place. Her father never left England but died there in 1855. Her sister Eliza also died before going to Salt Lake City. The boys came to the United States before the girls, sounds a lot like the Jensen family, a few at a time and helping the others. Harriet and her sister are on the list of the PE Fund. The whole family ended up in Pleasant Grove, Utah.

(from the files of Mary Jean Caldwell)

HARRIET SHOWELL DAVIS

HARRIET SHOWELL DAVIS

Harriet Showell was christened in at Bisley, Gloucestershire, England on 19 September 1824. Her father was listed as Daniel Showell; he was a weaver and her mother as Betty.

Baptisms in the Sheepscombe Branch, Cheltenham Conference, British Mission lists Harriet Showell, age 26, residing in Shepscombe being baptized on 24 June 1850 by William Davis. Also a brother, Frederick, age 18, baptized on 24 Nov 1850 by Charles Richins. Her sister Ellen, age 11, was baptized on 11 December 1850 by Charles Richins; Edwin Showell, age 21, was baptized on 31 March 1850; Elizabeth Showell, age 16, on 7 July 1850 by Charles Richins. Their parents are listed as Daniel Showell and Elizabeth.

She sailed on the ship “Thornton” on 4 May 1856
She was a member of the James G. Willie Handcart Company, which arrived in Great Salt Lake City on 9 November 1856
In the 1860 census of Utah, in Utah County, in the town of Battle Creek (Pleasant Grove) there are four Davis families listed:

1. Edward Davis (66) born in England, Wife Sarah (58) born in England, Wilford Woodruff (22) born in Lind (or Tind—couldn’t make it out for sure), and May (something, a female age 20) born in Illinois.

2. Joseph Davis (37) born in England, wife Ellen (38)

(from the files of Mary Jean Caldwell)

Great Granddad Holman

GREAT GRANDDAD HOLMAN
(James Alonzo Holman)

Mary Jean Caldwell

My father told family members this story and we all need to remember the lessons he learned from this early member of the church:

(Story below as told by Calvin A Walker)

At the old age of 14 (really 13), I decided to get a job, make lots of money; save most of it and when my girl graduated from High School we could get married. I would by then have a house for us and we would be ready to start our family. My father, after many attempts on my part, found me a job working on the farm in Lindon for his mother and grandfather, my great granddad Holman.

Now that I was a man I needed to stay there to work all winter. It also meant that High School activities were a no-no and because of the hours and the distance from their home in Lindon, I wasn’t able to see much of my girl, Lucille.

From the money I earned I had to pay Grandma and Great Granddad board and room and my tithing must be paid also. There wasn’t much left over to save.

When the days got short and I wasn’t so busy, I was a ready-made audience for the stories of my great granddad. He could weave stories so that I could see the things he told me and feel part of them sometimes. What a great storyteller!

But the stories were far from boring, they were church history! Great Granddad knew the Prophet Joseph Smith. He could remember every detail of his looks, the way he played with the children (Great Granddad was one of them), and the way he moved among the people. It seemed to him that the Prophet knew everyone. As a child in Nauvoo it seemed to him this man was bigger than life; Great Granddad was only 9 years old when the Prophet and his brother were martyred.

When the saints started west he drove a wagon and his father drove President Young’s sheep herd to the valley. He had his thirteenth birthday just before entering the Great Salt Lake Valley. (Blue books on Church History)

He also personally knew Brigham Young and would tell of seeing the mantle of the Prophet Joseph Smith descending on him. He felt that this was a chosen man and a great man chosen by the Lord to continue the work started by Prophet Joseph Smith. He would describe him in a very reverent manner and always end by saying, “Follow the Prophet.”

As a result of this winter, my father would always end by saying, “Follow the Prophet. Never waver from him and you will have eternal life with him. I personally knew that my Great granddad knew the first two prophets personally and he knew they were men of God. He knew beyond a doubt that Joseph Smith saw God the Father and His son Jesus Christ and he never wavered.”

Notes by Merle Alice Rees Call

Merle Alice Rees Call

(The following is based on some incomplete notes apparently written by Merle. I have taken the liberty to edit those notes to make them more readable.)

  • Daughter of Joseph Edmond Rees and Ada Blanche Thackeray.
  • Born 29 July 1911 in Coalville, Utah.
  • Attended grade school in Croydon, Utah.
  • When she was eight years old, she was baptized under the Bride in Lost Creek, Croydon, Utah.
  • Merle loved to sing.
  • In the eighth grade at Morgan High School, she had the lead in the operetta.
  • Graduated high school with a class of 13 at the age of 16.
  • Summers were spent working at Uncle Royal Thackeray’s ranch, Devil Slide Hotel, and Morgan Pea Factory.
  • Two years were spent majoring in art (and dates) in Logan, Utah at the Agricultural College. She paid her way by working in the campus hall.
  • She went to beauty school and operated first at Utah High School of Beauty Culture, then in a shop owned by Ben Katz, then Emma Stanton at Cottage Beauty Shop.
  • Married, extremely happy.
  • First home in Richmond Hotel in Salt Lake City on N. Temple, then to an apartment on 5th East. She also lived in an apartment at 7th South. She moved to the Midgley Apartments, where Marlene was born.
  • First baby Marlene was born at Bountiful on April, 18 1933.
  • Helaman Pratt Call, husband, worked for Safeway Stores.
  • First vacation was to Bryce and Grand Canyon in Southern Utah. Took Mother Call and Mother Rees and left Marlene with Lavon at the farm.
  • Second trip together we took Father and Mother Call to Los Angeles, California. Father Call’s eyes just dimming, he remarked he saw three lights to our one—always had a sense of humor.
  • Next trip Dora, Helaman’s sister, and I went to Los Angeles and HP came a few days later. We cut our vacation short when we were called home when Bob left home. He was back home when we arrived. They had our children.
  • Took Mother Call and our family to Yellowstone Park when our third baby Linda was three months old.
  • When Linda was ten months old, I took her to L.A. for three weeks with Parley Call.
  • Neil Rees Call, our second baby, was born premature. He weighed three pounds when born and two pounds, eleven ounces when I came home from hospital. Took mother’s milk to the L.D.S. Hospital daily until he weighed five pounds, which was about when he was six weeks old, at which time we brought him home. He was a lovely healthy baby. His daddy named him in the delivery room immediately after birth, May 16, 1936.
  • When our third baby, Linda was born, husband, Helaman, had won a trip with his company Prudential Insurance Co. for selling certain quota of insurance. Left two days after baby’s birth. She was born May 8, 1940. I was in the hospital on Mother’s Day.
  • Alan Brent, our fourth, was born at L.D.S. hospital on Nov. 2, 1942, Pres. Heber J. Grant’s birthday.
  • Dec. 26, 1943 Helaman received his call to report to induction center Fort Douglas Utah for physical examination. He was sworn into the U.S. Navy on Jan. 4, 1944. He left for Farragert, Idaho training center on Jan. 11, 1944.
  • After finishing boot training, he was sent to San Diego for radar school at Ft. Loma, at which time I was able to leave Neil and Marlene at sister-in-law Melba Calls and Alan and Linda at Grandma Rees at Morgan and had three wonderful weeks at A.V. Call’s home. HP got home almost daily. After graduation from Ft. Loma, he was sent to Treasure Island, San Francisco in June.
  • We started in our car going as far as Ely, Nevada where Ivan (brother) sold our car and drove us to San Francisco, where we spent three months with husband (daddy), seeing him almost daily. We had a fine government unit home in Sunny Dale and visited Bill Call. Neil later went on a mission there.
  • We returned home in time to start school in Sept.
  • Husband came with us for three days. He returned to San Francisco on a detained train and lost his birth on the ship the “Arron Ward,” which later was hit and our good friend and neighbor Farrell Fletcher was killed. He was reassigned, after being court-martialed for arriving too late, to the U.S.S. Zellars in the position of radar man.
  • His ship was hit by a kamikaze Japanese plane and he miraculously escaped injury. They patched up the ship amid constant place attacks but succeeded in making it seaworthy. Helaman arrived home by plane two days after Linda had been run over by a car, driven by Ruby Butts. She suffered all summer, was in bed during Helaman’s furlough.
  • Helaman’s father passed away May 19, 1945.

Destroyer Arrrives

Destroyer, Ripped by Japs, Arrives
Struck by Suicide Plane; 40 Die on Zellars at Okinawa

[Helaman Pratt Call was a radar man on board the Zellars.]

(Photos on Picture Page)

Victim of an attack by Jap planes….

Struck by an 1100-pound torpedo and a Jap suicide plane….

Forty officers and men killed, two missing and 29 wounded….

But yesterday the U. S. S. destroyer Zellars came back—gliding into Los Angeles Harbor, its pennons flying, its spirit slashed but unbroken.

The Zellars evidence of the urgent need for 5000 ship repair workers, will be shown to the public along with the U. S. S. Comfort next Sunday at the Navy Dry Dock.

The Zellars was attacked in midafternoon April 12, five miles off Okinawa, where four Jap planes out of an enemy fleet of 125 singled out the destroyer for the full fury of their onslaught.

Three of the planes zoomed in—a fourth passed overhead.

Two of the three were shot down—the other sped savagely at the craft, its propellers licking up water so close did it come to the sea.

A torpedo was launched—it hit the ship squarely—and the plane followed, plunging with fiendish determination into the ship’s deck.

FLYERS KILLED—

The three Jap flyers were instantly killed—the pilot was blown clear of the plane, his hands still tightly clutching the controls, dismembering his body.

In the ammunition handling room of the ship—the “rat race” to seamen—the torpedo crashed with shattering explosion, killing six of nine men there.

A gaping hole—31 feet long—was torn in the superstructure.

Engines were blown clear of the auxiliary engine room into the plotting room—seven men manning a machine gun mount were blown completely off the ship.

Two were never found.

The only doctor on board the ship was killed—one of two hospital corpsmen was also blown up.

Lieutenant (j.g.) K. W. Bird, former medical student in Michigan, took charge of the medical ward and was credited with saying the lives of many seamen with his skillful but unpracticed
surgery.

HERO DEAD—

The greatest hero on the ship, according to his shipmates, was not on board as it returned to port yesterday. He had been killed in the action.

He was Seaman Second Class William J. Bieber of North Dakota, who was one of the nine men in the ammunition handling room, and who escaped uninjured when the torpedo struck, but who returned twice to the blazing interior in fruitless attempts to rescue dying comrades.

The second time he was aflame from head to foot—three day later he died.

Chief Electrician’s Mate Frank H. Cushing, whose mother, a resident of 1417 West 80th street, was on the docks yesterday to meet him, was also acclaimed by his comrades.

SAVES COMRADES—

He was credited with dragging a high pressure hose to the flaming area of the ship after the attack, saving probably the entire powder magazine and the fuel oil reserve by his action.

He fought his way also through the twisted steel, oil and escaping steam to rescue comrades below.

“I was taking pictures of the attack when the plane hit the side of the ship just between the waterline and the main deck,” he said. “My camera …

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Harmon Cutler

Harmon Cutler was born in Dover, New York, July 16, 1799. When young, he was apprenticed to learn the wagon-makers trade. He married Nov. 13, 1825, Susannah Barton of Coberskill, N.Y. Soon after this he took up residence at Amboy, Oswego Co. where he purchased a farm which he carried on in connection with his trade. Here he had seven children born to him. August 6, 1840 he took his entire family and household effects, in wagons of his own make, and started on a long journey, bound for Illinois. This trip occupied 50 days, the end of which found him in Nauvoo. About two months after his arrival, Not 21, 1840, his wife, Susannah died. In the summer of 1842 he married Lucy Ann Pettigrew, by whom he had five children. His occupation here was the same as at Amboy.

May 25, 1846, having refitted his wagons (and in company with others) loaded up his unsold worldly effects, he crossed the Missouri River, journeyed across the state of Iowa, and located in what is now Council Bluffs, arriving there 16th July. Here, as in other place his push and energy procured the comforts if not the luxuries of life and he soon had a large farm under cultivation. In the month of June 1852 we again find him with his family, and in company with others, passing over the Great Plains west of the Missouri, hound for the Rocky Mountains.

When about 250 miles on their journey, and near Ft. Laramie, they were attacked by the Indians, who captured all the horses of the company, taking five from Mr. Cutler. This loss necessitated the use of oxen to haul the wagons the rest of the journey–some 750 miles–arriving in Great Salt Lake Valley, Utah, near the last of September. He settled in Salt Lake County, near Midvale, built a house and ever afterwards lived in comfortable circumstances.

His wife, Lucy Ann, not being content, asked for a divorce and division of property, which was granted, and he married Elizabeth Shields, who died about one year after their marriage. For his fourth wife he married Agnes McGregor, who was born Aug. 13, 1843, by whom he had five children. He died January, 29, 1869.

Events of the Life of Alice Merle Rees Call

Events of the Life of Alice Merle Rees Call

Life began for me on a very hot July night, apparently close to the midnight hour because for many years of my life I celebrated my birthday on the 28th of July. Later I found in a small book Mother kept her household expenses in, a note saying my date of birth was July 29, 1911. The location was in a small house in Coalville, Summit, Utah. The only recollection I have of this home was that it had a dungeon under the floor with a trap door from the pantry into a dirt floor dugout we used to keep food cool.

I have been told that when I was born and Dad found he had his third girl in a row, he was disappointed, disgusted and left home for the rest of the day. He made up for it however, because I always felt that I was my dad’s pet. His nick name for me was “Mall,” in all my growing up years I could always find a comforting lap to climb into, and he would rock me and sing. Dad loved to sing and make up songs to other tunes. He played the mouth organ for hours in one black leather chair with wooden arms which we finally broke off climbing on them so often.

We moved to the town of Devil’s Slice where my father worked in a general merchandise store, having been a furniture salesman and merchant in Coalville. Devil’s Slide was a town owned by a cement plant and all the homes were alike made from cement blocks. We were very friendly with a family of Crouch’s who had children of corresponding ages to us. Their father owned and operated the only butcher shop in town. I remember the clean smooth odor of that shop with its fresh sawdust on the floor. At times then we would ride our bicycles to the market, we would get a weenie from the butcher.

I broke my arm walking the fence of the school yard. I broke the elbow cap and had a large cast. I remember as soon as I could get my fingers worked loose from the cast, I wrote with my left hand again. About this time our father decided to branch out for himself, and we moved to Croydon, Morgan, Utah where he opened a store which had everything in it. Uncle Howard Thackeray had been the owner. About this time many people were leaving this small metropolis and business was not so good. Dad carried almost everyone on this books or issued credit, which through the years have never proven satisfactory, as it is very hard to pay fro a dead horse or groceries that were eaten two weeks ago. He then decided to solicit business at the Jap camps which were rows of dormitory type building near the cement plant. The Japs all worked at the plant. It was always a thrill to go to deliver the Japs’ order of groceries as they were a delightfully clean people, and most generous. They always gave us children native Japanese candy and fortune cookies.

High lights of the life in a small town of about 100 people included the school marms. They stayed with our Uncle Royal Thackeray. (It was then Grandpa and Granma Thackeray’s home.) I always seemed to get on the good side of the teachers because of this close relationship. My first grade teacher who let me start when I was just five because there were so few others so young in the town was Ethelyn Barns. She had a olderly mother who also taught there but she had the “big kids” in the other room. At first we were all in one room and the teachers would take turns first reading for the first grade, then spelling for the second grade, etc., going from one class to another. Every morning we had prayer, raised the flag, and had a story read to us. Vividly I remember some of the wonderful books we heard. Kazzan, Baree, Son of Kazzan, Wildfire and so many famous and interesting animal and human life stories were among those we read. We would almost always beg for just one more chapter, but . . . , school must go on . . .

Christmas time was always an exciting adventure. We would have preparation for months ahead. Mother didn’t sew too well so grandmother Thackeray always made us our one new dress a year, and we would always go and try them on. I think she told us they were for our cousins Elma and Lulu Condie as they were about our same size. It made no difference for we still loved and enjoyed the dresses scarcely hoping all the time that they would be ours.

It seemed an especially sad time when the Grandparents moved to Ogden. The Christmas Holiday season we would get now clothes for our old dolls and I remember I was quite big when I found a dolly of my sister’s with a new head on to be give to me. It had been carefully hid in the clothes basket awaiting our going to bed so that it could be groomed. This was my first hint that there wasn’t a Santa Claus.

Very early Christmas morning we would get up and dress, and the crunch of the snow as it crackled because it was always extra cold In Croyden, as we ran to Grandpa and Grandma’s home about a black away, it was a thrill. We always tried to be the first there, as Grandpa stayed in beds on purpose to give us a silver dollar that was big and round and ever as heavy. The requirement for the dollar was that we had to say the traditional poem: “A pocket fully of money, A cellar full of beer, And a big fat pig, To last us all the year.”

The cousins of the whole family came there and stayed over night. Each family exchanges gifts with each other’s family. We had Santa come to distribute the presents. We had to be extremely careful not to get too near the tree. Then a big feast prepared by all the mothers. They set one very long table with candles and the men always had a sip of Grandma’s homemade dandelion wine. We spent the summer picking the flower heads for the wine and it was filled with lemons and simmered for days in a warm place to ferment. Grandma paid us five cents a lard bucket to pick the dandelions.

I can’t see today how she did it but Grandma never forgot a birthday of any of her children or grandchildren, and it was always something very special. She gave treasures like pearls, a locket, a ring, perfume, or she made us that lacy slip of silk dress we longed for. When they moved to Ogden, they would make the trip back up to bring us specials of groceries, oranges and other fruits. Grandpa was a careful shopper and he would demand the exact weight, often taking things back if he thought he was being cheated.

The whole town was upset and were going to keep their children home from school when they found the population was too small to maintain a school in Croydon, so they were to bus us to Morgan. This was when I was in the eight grade. Dad got the job of a bus driver, but it was nerve grueling ordeal. He had tried many occupations traveling for a woolen company later for Shupe Williams candy company. We loved his sample cases even if most of the candy was varnished to make it shiny. We had a few cows and horses and always had a garden that we had plenty of food. Dad could still buy groceries by the case and wholesale.

We kept butter and milk in a cellar behind the house under the granary, where we also had plenty of fruit bolted. It was a satisfying life with a high swing in the apple tree next to the house and a rousing game of kick-the-can, or hide-and-seek. In the winters we went to the show in Devil’s Slide behind old Pet, a big fat red horse. She did get frightened once and ran away and with us at the crossing of the Devil’s Slide bridge. Save having to walk almost home we were none the worse for wear. There was always a horse to ride, and a new colt each year.

High school was as usual. I was chosen to take a lead in one of the eight grade operettas, and I sang in many Operettas through high school. I was invited to a big annual Junior Prom where they had a banquet first. I remember the dress was a changeable taffeta pink and gold with yards of lace on it. I graduated with a class of 13. Then I went to the A.C. College in Logan, Utah, where I specialized in art and dates.

After going to College for two years I felt I didn’t have the money to specialize in art so I left the college and came to Salt Lake City to enter the Utah School of Beauty Culture.

I went with many different fellows and still (?), the sheepherder, Kenneth Paskett, whom I had gone with through high school. Then one Halloween, we girls decided to have a party. Evelyn and Lillian Tanner, Helen and I had a friend Edna Tayler. It was to be a costume party at the old Baldwin Radis Plant. There I met and danced with the brother of Ev’s boy friend A.V. Call. His name was Helaman Pratt Call, that was such a hard name to say so he got the nickname of “Mud” from Aaron, his brother and most of my family in Morgan still call him that.

We had a short romance our first date was to go to Farmington Utah to a sister Jennie Walker’s for a birthday dinner for his other mother, Aunt Addie Call, as we so lovingly knew her. The boys in the Call family scarcely knew which was their real mother as they lived with the other one depending on where they could find work. Aunt Addie lived in town while his own mother was in Bountiful. The boys worked out there on farms, and when I met Helaman he was in town working at a bakery the “Wonder Bread Co.” WE played tennis, swam, and had an enjoyable time. The depression was just starting, but on February 10 we decided to marry, and the ceremony was in the Salt Lake City Temple. After the wedding Mother Call prepared a delicious dinner for the wedding party at her home in Bountiful. We had a few hard times as jobs were scarce but Helaman’s great sense of responsibility kept him on some job or another we even went to Ely, Nevada to work in a grocery store. But I took ill and had to be brought home where I had a miscarriage.

We moved from a small little place to a lovely apt. on West Temple, the “Midgley,” where our sister Helen Rees came to lie with us. The custodians were marvelous and did moving, house cleaning, and all hard tasks fro us. I was then a full fledged beauty operator and worked in a shop. Then our child was born in Bountiful. Helaman was working for “Piggly Wiggly” Markets and could not get off to come see me at the hospital. Aunt Manty Mann was there as mid-wife and we had Dr. Trowbridge, who was our family doctor through the years. We moved to a duplex, from there, we bought a home; and Helaman was fired after his vacation. They did not like their employees to be too permanent so they transferred them often. We kept our little home at 1218 Wood Ave. for many years in fact, all six of our children grew up there. Marlene and Neil also went to college from there.

My husband was active in all phases of church work while being president or Superintendent of Mutual, Sunday School, in the Bishopric. While he was in the Sunday School he was called into the service. Going in the Navy to Farragut, Idaho, made a sad parting as he loved his four children very much. He spent time in San Diego, while training in Radar School. I was able to spend a few days there with him staying at his brother’s A.V.’s. He wrote many letters, and I wrote daily, sometimes twice a day. He would get them in bunches as the service was poor on ship board. Their ship was hit by a Kamikaze Plane and the Radar shack where he was, was buckled to a few feet clearance; he received burned hands, crawling out, then after it was over he collapsed and when the ship was brought into San Pedro harbor for repairs, he was to gave gone into a hospital, but as he called home, and we finally made connections, phone service was poor in those days, I had news for him. Our little daughter Linda, then three years old, had just been run over and was in the hospital. Just as I relayed this message the phone went dead and we were unable to get a connection for quite a while. We had read in the paper about his ship being hit, so I imagined the worst that he had been injured and had fainted or something. He had told me he was to go into the Balboa Hospital. Anyway, the men took up a collection, got him on a plane and he flew to Hill Field. They held up a train so that he could make connections. When he came walking in about 3 a.m. and found me still ironing. We talked and talked the rest of the night until time to go see Linda.

Daddy brought her a beautiful big white teddy bear. She began to improve from that day. In the meantime Helaman’s Father had a stroke and lived about a week. All his family rallied around him as he passed away. Helaman was to have gone back to the navy but they got him an extended leave, and after the funeral I again was able to accompany my husband to San Pedro where we lived in a wonderful camp which was clean and had a 24 hour a day cafeteria that had an abundance of food. During the war food was rationed, and except for defense workers hard to get. We spent many happy days while he was being mustered out of the navy. He gave insurance lectures during this time.

We had another baby, Sylvia. When she was about eight months old, we were in a terrible automobile accident. We had traveled to Bountiful to administer to a very dear friend who had had a baby that was not right. We had been having fund raising projects for three days and this was a Saturday night. On our way home a car filled with young boys and their dates coming home from a basketball practice, turned their car directly into our path and the car was almost cut in tow. Two people were killed and the rest badly hurt. I was thought dead as so many things were wrong. My leg was badly destroyed opposite hip socket torn loose, my face was literally destroyed. Nose cut almost off, pallet torn loose, teeth out, head and diagonal cut from one side of my face to the other severing both lips, which controlled the muscle that controls my smiling. We were picked up by a (?) after delivering a body to Provo. It was Mervill Holbrook, who knew Helaman. He took us to the St. Marks Hospital on the 7th of December 1946.

Autobiography of Julia Ives Pack

Autobiography of Julia Ives Pack

My father, Erastus Ives, was born at Farrington, Connecticut, November 2, 1780. He died at Watertown, New York, September 3, 1828. My mother, Lucy Paine, was born December 25, 1782, at Amena, New York. They were married in December 1805. Their children were Joel, Jerome, Julia, and Henry. My mother died October 20, 1839, at Nauvoo, Illinois. I was born March 8, 1817, at Watertown, New York and was married to John Pack, October 10, 1832. Our first child, Ward Eton Pack, was born April 17, 1834. My husband and I were baptized March 8, 1836, into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. We migrated to Kirtland, Ohio, in the spring of 1837. There our first daughter, Lucy Amelia, was born on June 24, 1837. We left Kirtland in the spring of 1838 and went to Daviess County Missouri, twenty miles from Far West. We were in Far West at the celebration on July 4, 1838, when the cornerstone for a temple was laid. The Saints had a good time. It was a general time of rejoicing.

About the first of September the mob began to gather against the Mormons, made attacks on them, burning houses in some places. We moved into Far West and stayed there until Brigadier General Parks and Mr. Donovan came on the scene and dispersed the mob and sent them home. We went back to our home. Shortly after, a company of immigrants came, bringing word that Levi Wood, husband of Phoebe Pack, my husband’s sister, had died at Huntsville, Missouri, and that she was very sick, unto death. My husband and I started next day to go and look after them. Our first day’s journey took us within five miles of Grand River Ferry. We stopped all night at a neighbor’s house. There was but one room in the house, and the landlady made us a bed on the floor. About the middle of the night, the man of the house came home, complained of being very tired and that he had not had his boots off for several nights. He had been in the mob camp that was gathered against the Saints at Dewitt on the Missouri River. We started on our journey the next morning and were nearly to the ferry when a company of armed men, about thirty in number, met us. About half of them had passed when the head man wheeled about, rode up to our wagon, and asked if we were Mormons. My husband told him we were, and he told us we would have to go with them to their camp. He ordered us to wheel about. They took us about five miles across a new rough road to their camp. The leader of the gang came up to our wagon and ordered my husband to take his valise and follow them, saying, “We take you for a spy.” He said to me, “You can bid your husband goodbye. You will never see him again. You can go to that house,” pointing to a log house across the hollow.

I told him I would not go one inch, I said, “If my husband dies, I will die with him.” I put my foot on the wheel of the wagon to jump to the ground when my husband took hold of my hand and whispered to me: “You stay with the wagon and take care of the horses, I am not afraid of them and will be back soon.” They took him through a patch of hazel brush to an open space covered with grass. Sachel Woods, a Methodist minister said: “Here will be your grave, we are going to kill you unless you will deny Joe Smith.” My husband said: “Joseph Smith is a Prophet of God. You profess to be a preacher of righteousness and so do I. I’ll meet you at the day of judgment.”

There were five or six of them. They talked around inquiring who would shoot him, but none seemed really willing to do the deed. Finally a man standing by our wagon called out–“Let that damned Mormon go.” Soon they came back with him, ordered him back into his wagon, saying if we were ever seen in that country again, it would be at the peril of our lives. They sent the same company back with us to the ferry and saw us across the river. We went on to our sister at Huntsville and found her very sick. She was completely salivated with calomel and was near her death. We stayed two weeks and did all we could for her, then put a bed in our wagon and placed her on it with her little child six months old. We left the three older children with a Mormon family, Amos Herrick.

We started on our journey home and got as far as Carlton, a small town forty miles from our home. At a grog shop in this town were several of the mob that took us prisoners. They knew us and said: “There are the ones we took prisoners. Let us go for Sachel Woods.” A man jumped on his horse and went full speed for somewhere. We went a short distance through a piece of timber, then left the road and started for home across the prairie. Two or three times during the night we came to deep narrow gullies cut by the storms in the rich soil. My husband would unhitch the horses, get them over, then we would draw the wagon over by hand, it being a light wagon something like the delivery wagons we have now. We reached our home shortly after daybreak and found my husband’s brother, Rufus Pack, there sick with chills and fever. The mob had returned and were annoying the Saints, driving them out of their homes and burning their dwellings.

My husband’s father was taken sick a few days after. He died. Next day we took him to Far West, held the funeral and returned home the same day, and stayed up all night, loaded our wagons with what we could, and started to Far West. The next day when we reached there, my husband bought some logs for a house, laid them up and chinked the cracks with wood without plastering it, and we moved into it. It was the last house of the city towards Goose Creek. There were twenty of us in this one cold room. The mob came against Far West. Our leading men, the Prophet and others, were delivered up to them and our city was surrounded by the mob guard. Two of them stood in front of our door for weeks.

William Bosley and Eleanor Pack, his wife, were with us. She is my husband’s sister. He was in the Crooked River Battle when David Patten was killed. The mob was after all who were in that battle to take them prisoners. William came to my husband saying: “I can never get away unless you help me.” They started out, got past the guard and went to Huntsville. My husband was gone two weeks. During his absence we got out of flour. We had a log set on end with a mortar in the top to hold the grain, a spring pole with a wedge in the end to grind the corn. Of this we made bread. During these two weeks, Rufus’ wife was taken sick. I went to Parley Pratt’s home, a small room he had put up for his stable in which his family was living, and asked permission of his wife who was in her bed sick with one of her children by her side, to bring our sister there for her confinement. There was a small place at the foot of her bed where I made a bed for our sister. She was lying in this bed when Parley Pratt came to bid his wife and family goodbye before going to prison, he being guarded by two men while doing so.

There came a severe snowstorm, after our men had given up their firearms and signed a paper at the point of a bayonet to give up all of their property to pay the expenses of driving us out of the state which we had to leave before the last of April 1838 or be exterminated. After the mob went home, we moved out on Log Creek, six miles from Far West. My mother, Lucy Ives, was with us. We stayed there until the 8th of February 1839. My mother joined teams with William Huntington and moved out of Missouri with his family, crossed the river at Quincy, Illinois, where she remained until fall. The same year she moved to Nauvoo, lived with the family of Brother Huntington until his wife died. She then went to Stephen Markham’s and lived there until she died, October 20, 1839. She was completely worn out by the mobbing and hardships.

We crossed the Mississippi River at Atlas and settled four miles from Perry, Pike County, Illinois. We moved to Nauvoo, in April 1840. November 6, 1840, our second son, George Caleb, was born. We were acquainted with Joseph and Hyrum Smith and have often listened to their teachings. In August 1843 I was sealed to John Pack for time and eternity by Hyrum Smith. Our third son, John Pack, was born October 5, 1843. June 27, 1844, Joseph and Hyrum Smith were slain in Carthage jail by a mob, and John Taylor was wounded four times, one bullet striking his watch which saved his life. The dead bodies were brought to Nauvoo, a sorrowful sight to behold. I saw them after they were placed in the Nauvoo Mansion where thousands gazed upon them in silent grief.

October 5, 1845, our second daughter, Julia, was born. December 1845 we received our ordinances in the Nauvoo temple and our second annointings, Parley Pratt officiating. My husband and I worked in the temple some time after. On the 8th of February 1846 we left Nauvoo, crossed the Mississippi River and camped on Sugar Creek with many of our brothers and sisters who had left Nauvoo about that time. We had no shelter but our wagons in the dead of winter. We stayed there until the first day of March.

The company being organized in hundreds, fifties and tens, we started on that day for the Rocky Mountains. I drove a horse team most of the way. We arrived at Cutler’s Park the first day of August 1846. There our little Julia died, August 30th. We buried her on a mound nearby. On September 1st we moved down with the camp to Winter Quarters. In the spring of 1847 my husband was called to be one of the pioneers to the Rocky Mountains. They were led by the Twelve, Brigham Young and Heber C. Kimball. They were organized in a military organization, the officers of which were as follows: B. [Brigham] Young, Lieutenant-General; Jesse C. Little, Adjutant; Stephen Markham, Colonel; John Pack and Shadrach Roundy, Majors; Thomas Tanner, Captain of Artillery. They started on the journey the forepart of April 1847. During the absence of his father, our fourth son, Don Carlos was born August 22, 1847, in Winter Quarters. The pioneers returned the fall of 1847. On April 1, 1848, we left Winter Quarters and started for Salt Lake Valley in Brother Kimball’s company. We reached the Valley in September of 1848.

On August 22, 1849, our third daughter, Eleanor Philotte, was born. My husband was called on a mission to France with John Taylor and Curtis E. Bolton at the conference held October 6, 1849. He was gone three years. There were 12 of us in the family, and we worked hard and supported ourselves while he was gone. The family consisted of: my husband’s mother, myself and six children; Nancy Booth and child, and Ruth Mosher and child. These women are my husband’s wives. My son, Ward Eaton, was our main help, he being only fifteen years and six months old. We raised our bread, fought crickets and went through all hardships in common with our brothers and sisters. The Lord blessed us and gave us comfort under all of our hardships. We made most of our clothing and took wool on shares, bought a loom, learned to weave and make our own cloth, and were comfortably dressed.

Our fifth son, Erastus Frederick, was born June 17, 1853. In the spring of 1856 my husband was called on a mission to Carson Valley to help settle that valley. That was the year of the famine. People went short on food and had to dig roots to help out their provisions. We lived on rations and divided our flour with those who had none. When our wheat was harvested after the scarcity, we had twenty-two bushels. Myself and the children gleaned from the harvest field, gathered heads of wheat, put them on a wagon cover, beat them with sticks and held it up to the wind to blow out the chaff. It made fine flour. Merrit Newton, our sixth son, was born May 1, 1856. I placed him in his cradle under the willows while I gleaned wheat.

In the spring of 1858 Johnston’s Army was expected in Salt Lake Valley and it was feared that they would be hostile and make war on the people so we were counseled to move south. My son Ward’s wife, Elizabeth Still, was so very sick that I could not go when the rest of the family went. I stayed and took care of her until the morning of May 19 when she died. The next day, May 20, our fourth daughter, Sedenia Tamson, was born. When my baby was two weeks and two days old, we started south. The same day the army came into the town but they were peaceable. We came back to our homes in a few weeks, which we were very glad to do. September 9, 1860, Joel Ives, our 7th son, was born. He lived to be almost 11 years old. He died from the kick of a horse. He was a fine little fellow.

Philotte Pack, my husband’s mother, died January 6, 1866, firm in the faith in her ninety-sixth year. She and I were both members of the Relief Society at Nauvoo, being admitted at the sixth meeting, which was held in the Lodge Room April 28, 1842. A Relief Society was organized in the 17th Ward with Miranda Hyde as president, July 19, 1868. The officers and visiting committees of Relief Societies met at Josephine Haywood’s. At that meeting I was appointed president of the visiting committee of the 17th Ward Relief Society. I held that position until Sister Hyde died. After her death, the Relief Society was re-organized with Bathsheba Smith as president. She chose me as her 1st counselor, which position I hold at the present time, August 15, 1894. On August 16, 1894, the society was re-organized with Bathsheba Smith president; Julia Ives Pack, first vice-president and Sophia Nuttal second vice-president. I held this place until May 10, 1896, when I moved to Ramas (Kamas?) and joined the Society there.

Anson Call Conversion

Their preaching created much excitement in our town but had little effect for nearly three years. It was a constant annoyance to my feelings. I became dissatisfied with all denominations and myself. In the Elders passing through our country they frequently stopped at my house, and in discussing with them upon the principles of the gospel they would cuff me about like an old pair of boots. I came to the conclusion that the reason of my being handled so easy was because I did not understand the Bible and the Book of Mormon. I resolved to prepare myself for the conflict by investigating the two books. I accordingly furnished myself with the Book of Mormon. I then commenced the Book of Mormon and the Bible. Compared the two and read my Bible from Genesis right through, praying and searching diligently for six months. When I finished the two books I became a firm believer in the Book of Mormon. I was then taught by the Spirit to obey the principles of the gospel. My feelings were not known by any but my wife. I was proud and haughty and to obey the gospel was worse than death. I labored under those feelings for three months, becoming at times almost insane. To be called a Mormon, I thought, was more than I could endure. I lamented that my lot was cast in this dispensation. My dreams and my meditations made me miserable. I at last covenanted before the Lord that if he would give me confidence to face the world in Mormonism I would be baptized for the remission of my sins; before I arose from my knees the horrors of my mind were cleared; I feared no man, no set of men. The next day I went to the Methodist meeting and declared unto them the truth of Mormonism. I told them I should obey it as soon as I could get to Kirtland. I accordingly went immediately there and was baptized by William Smith, Joseph’s brother. My wife accompanied me. I was confirmed in the Kirtland Temple by David Whitmer . . . After moving to Kirtland I was ordained to the Quorum of Seventies in February, 1836 by Zera Pulsipher and Henry Herriman. 

While tarring at Di Ahman, two of the guards came to the tree top where I and my family were sitting, eating our dinner and asked me some questions. He said I was a damned liar and said he would shoot me. He cocked his gun and put it to my face. My family screamed and he lowered his gun and rode off. The second night after the surrender the snow fell about six inches deep. My children nearly froze to death. One of them froze his finger so that he lost part of his nail. After riding to Far West the weather continued severely cold so that many of the mob were obliged to leave. They killed our cattle, stole our horses, burned our houses, constantly killing and abusing all that they met with, insulted our women, and murdered some of our children.

We were not permitted to leave for Far West only to get our firewood. We had not the privilege of hunting our cattle and horses, yet we were told that we had immediately to leave the state. We were deprived of holding meetings of any kind. Joseph Smith Senior and Brigham Young were our principle counselors. We received two or three epistles from Joseph, who was at the time in Liberty Jail, Clay County. Some few times in the course of the winter we slyly congregated our selves in a schoolhouse about two miles from Far West to receive instructions from Joseph and others. (Call, p. 10)

The next day I was taken by ten men and an old negro. They took me into the back part of a store, ordered me to disarm myself. I told them I had no arms about my person. They said I –as was a damn liar for the Mormons always carried arms. They ordered me to take the things out of my pockets and lay them in a chair. I refused. They threatened me and flourished their knives about me and said if I did not do it they would take my life. I accordingly removed everything out of my pockets. Turn your pockets wrong side out. I did so they then ordered me to put my things back into my pockets. I accordingly did so. They then told me to draw my coat. I did it. They then said, He carries his arms at his back, and they examined me until they became satisfied I had no arms about me. They then commenced tantalizing and saying I was a damned Mormon and was in the Bogard Battle. Each of them had a rifle which they set against the house. They sat themselves down and went to whittling with butcher knives. One of them by the name of James Ogle said, that he had suffered by the Mormons and that I had to atone for it. He said they had felt my back and they would see it bare before morning and I would feel hickory upon it. He then commenced beating me with a flat hand in the face. He then said he would not abuse a man that was not armed. He threw his butcher knife at my feet and told me to pick it up and fight. I told him I did not wish to fight. He said I had got to fight or die. He then picked up the knife and put it into my hand and told me to take it. I discovered all the rest of them had their hands. I refused to take it and leaned up against the side of the house. I then said in my heart, “Oh Lord, preserve me or they will take my life.” I immediately became satisfied that I would be delivered from their hands. He thrust a knife within an inch of my breast and said he would rip my guts out. He then struck me repeatedly between my eyes with the back of his knife. He tantalized me in this manner for over two hours, and struck me in the face with the back of the knife and his flat hand about fifty times. He said that it is getting near night and we must make a finish of the business.

They took me into the street and said they would serve me as they served a Mormon the other day, strip me and tie me to a hickory and leave me till morning. While they were making arrangements to accomplish the deed a grocery keeper stood looking out of the window at us. I told him I wanted a bottle of liquor, for I wished to treat the company, on which he handed me a bottle and tumbler through the window. We were arranged in double file. I stood in front between the two forward men. I stepped a step or two out of rank and took the bottle. I drank them a toast and told them they were men after my own heart, the bravest set of men I had ever met with and before we went any further with the business I was going to drink with them and wished them to be merry, for tomorrow is Christmas and we must prepare ourselves for it. I handed the bottle to my right-hand man who fired off his gun and set it up against the grocery store and took the bottle. Every man set his gun up against the grocery also. He then poured the liquor into the tumbler and I discovered every mans eyes were fixed on it. I then sprang into the hazel brush which was within three or four rods of where we stood. (This was a little town situated in Roy County called Fendericksburg, a new place just commenced in the woods; it was surrounded with the hazel and hickory brush). They then pursued me and hollered, “Catch him, damn him, catch him.” I squatted in the brush and they passed by me. They went one way and I went another. My legs served me well for five miles and probably saved my back from being severely lacerated.