Life Sketch of William Davies and Mary Davies Jones---Parents of Mary Davies Evans

WILLIAM DAVIES

William Davies was born in Llanwonno, Glamorgan, Wales, Feb. 7, 1810, a son of Thomas Davies and Mary Jones.  On March 3, 1810, he was baptized into the Church of England.  He was the third child in a family of thirteen children which included seven boys and six girls.  He had two sisters names Rebecca.  The first one died in infancy and two years later when another girl was born, she was given the same name.

When William was about four years old, the family moved from Llanwonno to Llanfabon, a parish close by. He probably lived there until his marriage to Mary Jones about 1836 or 1837.  This marriage most likely took place in Gelligaer, a parish next to Llanwonno located in Glamorgan County.

William was a farmer by occupation, like his father, and all of his children were born at Penywal Farm in Llanwonno except his first child, Mary, who was born in Geligaer.

William joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and was baptized January 12, 1850 by Thomas Morgan and confirmed January 13, 1850 by John Rosser, but evidently could not convince his wife, Mary, to join the church.  At the time of his baptism he was farming 50 acres of land and was the father of five children; Mary, Lewis, Anne, Lydia and Leah.
On February 5, 1853, he sailed from Liverpool, England, on the ship, "Jersey," the voyage taking about six weeks.  There were 314 saints aboard the ship under the direction of George Halliday and they arrived in New Orleans March 21, 1853.  Imagine how William must have felt coming to a strange land and being unable to read or write the language.  The "Jersey" carried about half Welsh and half English passengers who were organized into wards with a president and two counselors over each.  These leaders enforced the most scrupulous cleanliness, with regular morning scourings and frequent fumigations and sprinklings with lime.  They established rules of moral conduct and set hours of prayer and instructions and tried to regulate the bedlam of the galley.  The behavior of the passengers was exemplary and after the first bout of seasickness their health was good.  In every way it was a representative Mormon emigrant ship.  Many of them were godly people who behaved themselves and hearkened to counsel and took pleasure from the adventure of their voyage, who flocked on deck to watch sunrise and sunset and were awed by the vastness of the ocean.  They were edified by the instruction of the elders and faithful in their prayers.  After six weeks they got up one morning to see the muddy gray-green water and later a great Mississippi River steamboat helped them over the bar and another of the same kind hooked on and towed them for four days upriver to New Orleans.  There the presidents and their counselors fought off thieves and confidence men who swarmed the docks and handed the converts over to James Brown, once a captain in the Mormon Battalion and now the church agent charged with shipping the emigrants from New Orleans to St. Louis.


Brown and his assistants gave them more warnings: beware of swindlers and people who offered treats of ardent spirits, beware of eating too heartily of fresh meat and vegetables after their six weeks on salt pork, sea biscuits and rice.  Brown arranged their passage on the steamer John Simonds--the fare to St. Louis $2.25 for adults, half that for children between three and fourteen, children under three, free.  William traveled by boat up the Mississipi and landed at Keokuk, (now Florence) Iowa, where he stayed nine weeks.

He left Kanesville, Iowa, July 11, 1853, in the Joseph W. Young Company.  The group was comprised of 321 people and 42 wagons and arrived in the Salt Lake Valley October 10, 1853--8 months after leaving his home in Wales.

His eldest son, Lewis, died in 1858 of a disease in his back, being just 16 years old at the time of his death.  Lewis was probably named for William's eldest brother, Lewis Davies.  This is a common practice in Wales to name ones children after brothers and sisters and it also helps the researcher identify families.

Even though William left his wife for the gospel's sake she must have still loved him for she gave their second son and the last child his name, though he had sailed for America 3 months before young William's birth.

Thomas Davies, William's father, was a well-to-do farmer who died the same day young William was born, May 29, 1853.  What a time of sadness to be so far away when a new son was being welcomed and an elderly father being laid to rest.  I don't believe most of us understand the price William Davies paid to accept the gospel. 

Thomas Davies left money to all of his children.  William's share was 100 pounds, the same as his brother, Lewis.  His youngest brother, Thomas, received 200 pounds and his sisters each received 150 pounds except Margaret.  She and Thomas' wife were to live off the interest of the 450 pounds which was to be invested by Thomas' friend.  Whether William ever received his inheritance, I don't know.  His youngest brother, Thomas, either inherited or bought the family farm, because he was living at Llandradach Isaf (the name of the farm) in 1871, employing two servants: a 39-year old man to help with farm work and a 15 year-old girl to help around the house.  So the farm must have been a profitable venture for the Davies family for many years--we know they farmed it at least 40 years.

William Davies received his endowments in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City two years after crossing the plains and also did baptismal work for his mother, Mary Jones Davies; his father, Thomas Davies; his brothers, Morgan and Richard Davies; an uncle, Abraham Davies; a nephew, David Jones, all in 1870 in the Endowment House.  The Logan Temple had not been completed then, so he took his wife, Sarah Hopkins, to Salt Lake City, and she was proxy for William's mother, and William was proxy for the male family members.

By 1861 (8 years after William had sailed for America) his wife was still running the farm, probably with the help of Anne, 16; Lydia, 14; and Leah, 12.  Young William was attending school.  Mary Davies, the eldest child, left her home in Llanwonno around 1860 and went to Llanfabon t live with her Grandmother, also named Mary Davies, who was a widow living on the family farm at Llanbradach Isaf.  This farm was less than a mile from Ystrad Mynach where young Evan Evans was living.  This is how Evan Evans and Mary Davies Evans met.  They were married in Pontypridd, September 28, 1864.  They were the parents of William Evans, my grandfather, who later came to Utah to live with his Grandfather, William Davies.

By 1881 Mary Davies was farming 90 acres at Penywal farm and employing one man to help her.  Leah, age 22, and William, age 17, both unmarried, were living at home.  Lydia had married Morgan Thomas about 1872 and Anne had married Daniel Davies.

In 1881, Mary Davies now 70 years old, was still living at Penywal Farm.  She had increased the size of the farm to 113 acres (a good-sized farm in those days) which was more than double the land her husband was farming at the time he left her.  So Mary was not only hard working but must have been a good manager as well.  She hired a 32 year-old man in addition to her son, William, to help run the farm.  A granddaughter, Margaret Evans, 13 years old, was also there when the census was taken.  (This was probably Aunt Maggie: Margaret Evans Meyrick).

I don't know when William added the "J" to his name.  It first appears in 1855 when he received his endowments.  In Wales most people only had one given name.  But maybe when he arrived in Utah and met others with two names he decided to add "John" as his middle name.  His will say he was William J. Davies.

He had many "Mary's" in his life.  His mother, Mary Jones; his wife, also Mary Jones; his daughter, Mary Davies; his sister, Mary Davies; and his third wife, Mary Pugh.  (This is an indication of just how common a name Mary is among the Welsh people.

At the time of his death, William was farming 40 acres in Logan and his wife was farming 113 acres in Wales.  Wouldn't they have made a great team had they been able to stay together:  Of course his wife was left with a lot of farm equipment and William had to start all over accumulating tools and equipment when he arrived in Cache Valley.

William had 11 grandchildren (and maybe more.  He never knew.)  William Evans, son of his oldest daughter, Mary, was the only grandchild he was privileged to see.  According to family history, he corresponded with his children and grandchildren in Wales and told them he would send them money to come to Utah.  William Evans accepted the invitation when he was 17 years old and left his home in Wales August 28, 1883 and arrived in Logan, September 19, 1883, and was met at the train station by his grandfather.  William made his home with his grandfather and helped with the farm work.  William Davies died September 24, 1884, just a year after his grandson arrived from Wales.



At the time of his death, he left the following:
Land: about 40 acres
Animals: 2 horses, 1 cow and calf
Tools: 1 pick, 1 shovel
Farm equipment: 1 wagon, 1 buggy, 1 mower, 1 sulky rake, 1 plow, 1 harrow, 1         cultivator, 1 set of harnesses.
Household Furniture: 3 stoves, 3 tables, 2 cupboards, 1 bedsteads and bedding, 1 clock, 1 lounge, 6 chairs and crockeryware. 

His will stated that everything was to be left to his wife, Mary, and upon her death it should be inherited by his grandson, William Evans.

It must have been the most difficult decision of his life to join the church and leave his wife and children to come to Utah.  I don't know whether William Davies was considered "a man of means" or not judging by his real estate and personal belongings, but he left to his descendants a legacy very rich indeed--one that cannot be measured in dollars and cents nor bought with money.  He was a hard-working farmer who could only sign his name with an "x", but he had a heart that knew the gospel was true and I shall always be indebted to him for that testimony.

Ann Davies married Daniel Davies in the Pontypridd Register's Office, January 29, 1877.  Daniel was a colliery agent who was 38 when he married Ann.  She was 34.  They had no children and lived at 185 Waunlas Cottage on High Street in Cymmer Hamlet, Llantrisant Parish.  Jenny Evans Lewellyn (sister of Evan Evans) lived with Ann and Daniel for a number of years while obtaining her education to become a school teacher, which she did.  She continued teaching after she came to America.

Leah Davies married a farmer, David Rowlands of neighboring Eglwysilan Parish.  They had no children of their own but adopted a boy, John Richards.  Although Leah preceeded her husband in death, she had drawn up a will leaving her belongings to her husband, David, and John Richards.  Nine years later, at David's passing, their farm in Llanwonno was left to John and his spinster sister, Margaret Richards.

Lydia's husband was also employed in the mining industry.  She married Morgan Thomas, whose father, John, was a woodcutter.  Lydia was 24 and Morgan 25 at the time of their marriage in the Baptist Church at Treforest.  They were the parents of four children: Ithel, Gwendolen, Jessie and John.

Their mother, Mary Jones Davies, was a successful farmer.  When she died she left the farm to William, her youngest son.  She was a woman of some means who died at the farm where she had made her home for 48 years.

by Julia Evans Berntson, a gr. great granddaughter

Life Sketch of Maria Wealthy Richards Wilcox

LIFE SKETCH OF MARIA WEALTHY RICHARDS WILCOX

I feel highly honored in being requested to write a sketch of the life of one of the choice women who pioneered the trackless plains and helped in her modest way to build our fine community (Salt Lake City). A true pioneer mother.

I humbly trust I may be inspired to portray a picture that will convey to my readers the simple beauty of her personality, her staunch loyalty to her family, her undying devotion to her duty, and to the righteous cause for which she was ever ready to lay down her life if need be.  My foster mother - Maria Wealthy Richards Wilcox.

This beautiful lady was born June 17, 1827, the daughter of Phineas and Wealthy Dewey Richards, and the sister of apostle Franklin Dewey Richards.  Born of goodly parents she was destined to perform a work that endeared her to hundreds of her sisters in the church.  Raised, figuratively, among the Berkshire Hills, descended from the early Puritans, she carried the manners and habits of that noble origin.  She, with her father's family, became converts to the Mormon faith and moved to Nauvoo, Illinois, in 1843.

The early life of Marie Wealthy Richards Wilcox was devoted to her household duties, of which she was a model of neatness and efficiency.  In school she made such rapid progress that she taught school at the age of fifteen.  She was possessed of a sweet clear voice and became the leading singer of her church choir.  She was married to Walter Eli Wilcox, December 10, 1844., her father, Phineas Richards, officiating with Brigham Young and Heber C. Kimball as witnesses.  Soon after her marriage she, with her husband and his mother, Huldah Lucas Wilcox, made their home in Nauvoo, Illinois.  Here her husband built a four room brick house which they were obliged to sacrifice when the saints were driven out of Nauvoo.  As the purchase price of their home they received an old wagon, a yoke of old oxen, and two unbroken steers, worth in all about $150.00.  Their house cost about $2,000.00.  In January 1846 she with her husband and his mother received their endowments in the Nauvoo Temple, the upper rooms of which had been finished for that purpose.  Brother Wilcox worked on the temple until they were obliged to leave Nauvoo.  At a time when the saints were asked to donate of their means to help the cause of the church, Brother and Sister Wilcox and his mother gave all their valuable silver to the cause, as they had no money to contribute.  These were heirlooms of great value.




PICTURE OF REBUILT NAUVOO TEMPLE

In May 1846 Sister Maria with her husband and his mother and niece started on their journey to the West.  When they arrived at Mount Pisga, Iowa a stopping place for the saints who had not enough means to take them to Zion, they found they would be obliged to leave some of their goods as their team could not carry all the load.  Here work could be obtained by those who were in need and their provisions replenished for the remainder of their journey.  Leaving Mount Pisga they arrived at Council Bluffs, Iowa, on the July 26, 1846 and camped at Mosquito Creek.  About midnight a terrific storm of wind and rain came up.  The tent in which Maria and her husband were sleeping blew over and they were obliged to seek shelter in the wagon with his mother and her niece.  It was with difficulty Brother Wilcox got them to open the wagon cover as they were holding it down so it would not blow away.  Here our mother waded ankle deep in mud and water to give birth to her first born child at 5:00 in that morning.  They named her Cynthia Maria Wilcox.

The little family stayed at Council Bluffs for a short time.  Brother Wilcox went back to Pisga for the goods they had to leave there.  When he returned to Council Bluffs he found his mother and niece very ill.  Sister Maria, always the helpful nurse, was at the camp trying to prepare some medicine for them.  Their mother died August 26, 1846, just one month after the storm, from the hardships endured on the journey, a martyr for the Gospel of Jesus Christ.  


After the death of Mother Wilcox they traveled as far as Winter Quarters.  Here new troubles awaited them.  Both father and mother came down with fever and ague, from which they suffered several months.  Maria's milk failed, cow's milk was hard to get and what was obtained did not agree with the baby.  The baby dwindled to almost a skeleton.  While they were watching her dying moments they saw Patriarch, Father John Smith passing.  They called to him in to bless their little baby before she passed away.  She immediately rallied and was speedily restored to health.  They sincerely thanked their Heavenly Father, praising Him, for they new their little child had been healed by the power of the Priesthood which had been restored to the earth through the prophet Joseph Smith.  

As a family they, with many of their brethren and sisters, suffered much for the necessities of life.  Their provisions were at one time reduced to a little corn, merely enough for one meal.  They questioned whether to parch and eat it for supper or keep it for breakfast.  Brother Wilcox killed one of his oxen and they and their neighbors were supplied with meat for the winter.  Their luck was soon to change.  Brother Wilcox got work on a flat boat ferry crossing the Missouri River from Weston to Ft. Leavenworth.  At the fort he saw an opportunity to get better employment, being an expert wagon maker.  He applied to the government which was shipping supplies from Fort Leavenworth over land to Santa Fe for the U.S. Army who was fighting the Mexican war.  Here he did his work so well and was so proficient in so many ways, that they called him the handy man of the hills.  At the close of the war he was asked to remain and work with the firm but he felt he should return to his family at St. Joseph, Missouri.  

At St. Joseph, Missouri, sister Maria's second child, William Wallace, was born February 2, 1849.  In the spring of 1852 they had enough money to take them to Utah.  They resumed their journey arriving in Salt Lake City September 13, 1852.  Here Sister Maria soon made an attractive home for her husband and three small children, Ellen Amelia having been born at St. Louis December 18, 1850.

One year after her arrival in Utah she gave her consent for her husband to enter plural marriage, which was then called Celestial Marriage.  When I was a young girl living with mother I wondered at her calm kind treatment of her father's plural wife and seven children, one of which had just arrived.  I could not understand how she could minister so kindly to another woman who had given birth to her husband's child.  I asked her about this and in my ignorance of the beauties and blessings of the principle I showed some heat in my remarks.  She immediately reproved me for my attitude and she explained the necessity of doing one's duty in the divinity of His work.  She concluded with this remark, "How can we become the children of Abraham unless we do the work of Abraham?"  When her son, Charles, was nine months old she took the second wife's baby and nursed it at the breast as its mother had passed on giving it life.  She was indeed a wonderful mother to this child and to every one who needed her kind care and love. 

Maria was a very efficient nurse and she was often called upon to relieve the sufferings of her sisters and their families.  She was faithful in the Relief Society work, laboring constantly for fifty-seven years in this organization.  She was selected correspondent secretary of the General 
Relief Society of Salt Lake City when the stake was organized and continued to fill that office and to visit the various wards of the stake until its division in 1903.  When the Salt Lake Temple 
was opened for ordinance work she was selected as one of the first group of workers being ordained in the temple in May 1893.  She never missed a session except for sickness doing her accustomed work on the Friday before she passed away.  She was very beautiful, even in her later years, with a sweet smile on her dear face.  Her wavy hair lent a softness to her already beautiful features and her voice was like sweet music.  Her council and advice was always welcomed eagerly by all of us.

The following beautiful poem was written by Sister Ruth May Fox and dedicated to Sister Wilcox
A long time ago in the glad month of June,
The month of roses tilting the bough which its beauty discloses,
Fast holding the rose where the sunbeam reposes,
A shy little bud burst forth into bloom.

With modesty blushing, our rose graced the tree,
So daintily, so stately,
Wooing the birds and the zephyrs inately,
Enjoying the favors of older ones greatly,
Nodding and wondering what the future would be.

To a rose fully blown we do honor today,
Of exquisite neatness,
Rounded and full--a corolla of sweetness,
Old rose we call it for sake of completeness,
A life of well-doing drove old age away.

Oh, it was such joy to the roses full,
In patience beholding,
In heart of the bud so lovely unfolding,
Their own failing freshness so greatly upholding,
To watch the results of the seed they have sown.

The dew's on the roses, they are drooping in tears, 
Soft voices are calling,
The petals are falling, fast falling,
On their mother's calm breast - her senses enthralling,
But she gathers them close and smiles at their fears.

The twilight is passing, 
Dear friends gone before,
Are calling, softly calling;
The petals are falling, fast falling,
But the way is not long, nor dark nor apalling,
There roses bloom ever and wither no more.

Ruth May Fox

I have quoted from the tribute published in the Woman's Exponent Vol. 37, Year 1909, Page 35, written by her dear friend, Emaline B. Wells.  In memorium,

No sighs are heard in the shady place
No voices of them weep;
They have fought the fight and finished the race,
God giveth them rest in sleep.

Are they dreaming, the sleepers pale and still,
For their faces are rapt and calm,
As though they are treading the Holy Hill,
And Hearkening the angel psalm.


Sister Wilcox's funeral was held in the Fourteenth Ward Assembly Hall, January 17, 1909, Bishop Elian S. Woodruff presiding.  Professor C.J. Thomas and the Temple choir furnished the music.  The hymns were "Unveil Thy Bosom Faithful Tomb" and "Farewell All Earthly Honors".  The following solos were beautifully rendered, "Sometime We'll Understand" by Miss Edith Grant, "Face to Face" by Sister Lizzie Thomas Edwards and "O Love Devine" by Sister Emma Ramsey Morris.  The opening prayer was by Elder Rodney C. Badger.  The speakers were Bishop George Romney, President John R. Winder, President Anthon H. Lund, President Bathsheba W. Smith and Sister Emeline B. Wells who represented the Relief Society.  The closing prayer was offered by Elder Adolph Madsen.  Elder Horace H. Cummings dedicated the grave.  The beautiful white casket was literally covered with flowers of every conceivable design.  The float "Big Utah" carried flowers.  The pall bearers were her sons, George A. Wilcox, Doctor Charles F. Wilcox, Franklin A. Wilcox and Doctor Edwin I. Wilcox and also her grandsons, Edward Stevenson Wilcox and Walter Arnold.

As I lived with her the last five years of her life I look back and say, "What beautiful character!  What a well spent life!"

(This sketch was written by her foster daughter, Matilda Wilcox Bliss Cummings.)