Benjamin Williams and Mary Watkins Williams-daughters ran DAIRY farm


LIFE SKETCH OF MARY WATKINS 
and Benjamin Williams

Mary Watkins was born in 1825 near Aberyaveny, Breconshire, South Wales.  She died at her home in Logan, Utah, 5 April 1911.  Between these two events were eighty-six years and between the two places there is a stretch of seven thousand miles.  Every year was a test of native skill and every mile was a test of faith, courage and endurance.  Through the stretch of years the whole world saw enormous changes and civilization experienced marvelous advances.  It is doubtful that any stretch of years ever witnessed so much advancement before and may ever witness so much again.  In that stretch of miles lay the busiest and most progressive activity of the world.  Western Europe lived in those progressive years and was identified with that most active pathway.

Mary was one of the youngest in a family of nine children.  When Mary was but seven years old her mother died and when she was nine her father died.  These were poor people who made their living by the labor of their hands.  They knew by experience the advantages of skill in doing common things and that the menial tasks of life are dignified by the art of doing them well.  Mary Watkins was blessed with parental training for only a few years of her early childhood, but all through her long and fruitful life she recalled with satisfaction and gratitude the heritage she received from her parents, that of specialization in not only a matter of method but a knowledge that excellence always commands the highest respect.

When the children became orphans they went to live with relatives.  The older ones were put out to work and the younger ones also as they became less tender.  Mary went to live with her father's brother.  In a few years, however, she was put into a good family of the "Gentle" class to work for her living.  The children became scattered.  They lost frequent contact with each other and each waged the struggle for existence practically alone.  Mary forgot the exact month and day of her birth.  Life was so full of stern realities there was no place for the celebration of more birthdays.  She knew she was born in the Fall.  She could easily have adopted any one of the Fall months and any one of the thirty days but she was honest.  Like a scientist in true scientific spirit she concluded that there must not be a conclusion unless the facts justify it.  So she went through life never knowing exactly when she was born.

In Breconshire where Mary Watkins lived there was a canal which accommodated small flat boats and these constituted the system of transportation for the community.  While in the vicinity of this canal one day she saw a small child fall into the stream.  She was some distance away so she ran with all the speed she could muster, spotted the child beneath the water, plunged in and dragged it safely to the bank of the canal.  It appeared to be "gone" but a little first aid skillfully applied revived the child and it was soon alright again.  This was the first life she saved.  In her lifetime she saved many, especially in rescuing them from extreme and dangerous sickness.  Indeed, it may very properly be said that one of her most outstanding services in the world was that of relieving the sick and distressed and that many besides the child in the canal were snatched from certain death by her skillful and timely service.

She has often paid respectful tribute to the family of "gentlefolk" in which she found a home.  They were good to her, fair with her, concerned about her standards and morals and they saw that she was taught to work.  The policy of these "gentle folk" was not to "work her hard" but to teach industry and skill.  Mary learned to do everything in a household of plenty, to do everything economically and skillfully and above all to live and behave as gentlefolk should.  Although she never went to school she acquired a skillful training which many never get though they go to school for years.

When she was about twenty-one years of age she married Benjamin Williams of Llanidloss, Montgomershire, North Wales.  The exact date of the marriage is not known as whatever original papers and certificates there were have been lost in the long and hazardous travels of subsequent years.  Benjamin Williams was born about 8 November 1823.  This date is certain within a very few days.  He was, therefore, about two years older than Mary.  From the date of this marriage the life of Mary Watkins is so closely associated with that of her husband that it can scarcely be considered separate stories.

Benjamin Williams was a coal miner.  Soon after he married Mary Watkins the two became thoroughly interested in the "land of the free and the home of the brave."  Industrial opportunity seemed to be good in America.  To remain in Wales with the prospect of forever being a coal miner was too forbidding.  The new world held out a more promising future for ambitious people.  They decided to immigrate to America in some way and take their changes there.  Small savings were put together for many months and by the time they had been married two years there was enough in the home treasury to pay the transportation of one of them across the Atlantic.  Work was said to be plentiful and wages good in America.  Progress could be made there more rapidly then in Wales.  They decided Benjamin would immigrate first and Mary would follow as soon as future savings made it possible.  Consequently, Benjamin sailed from the British Isles bidding them goodbye on February 16, 1848.  He landed in New York on 28 March, 1848 at the end of a voyage of six weeks.

His training as a coal miner, together with the Pennsylvania coal fields offered him immediate opportunity.  He went to Pottsville and secured work.  Wages were higher, savings accumulated more rapidly, and within ten months Mary was able to sail for America.  She arrived in New York in December 1848 and quickly joined her husband in Pottsville, Pennsylvania, where they made their home for a little more than four years.  Their first child, Mary Ann, who was born in Wales and came over with her mother, died in Pottsville.

The Williams family lived in one part of a house in Pottsville and another family lived in the other part of the same house.  Mary soon became acquainted with their neighbors and she found them to be very good people.  The habits of these new neighbors were very much above the ordinary and the family worship, to which they were accustomed, was something unusual and beautiful.  Mary spoke of it many times to her husband, Benjamin, who was away at work so much of the time and had not had the opportunity of acquaintance.  Several times by listening carefully they heard these neighbors at prayer in an adjoining room.  Acquaintance grew more intimate and friendship became stronger.  Mary found her neighbors to be such good people and their religious habits so exemplary that she concluded they must belong to some very high class religion.  One day she ventured to inquire of the woman herself and was told thy were Latter Day Saints, commonly known as "Mormons".  The Williamses decided that such good "fruit" as this neighbors family was to her was a guarantee of the genuineness of Mormonism.  Mary had been embittered against Mormons by agitators in Wales.  Benjamin was suspicious about this "good" family which he did not know as well as Mary knew them.  His policy was to leave them alone.  Her policy was further investigation.

Following visits from Mormon Elders and invitations to attend Latter Day Saint services, Mary spent her Sundays in further investigating Mormonism.  Benjamin at first was opposed to his wife's interest in Mormonism and usually spent a portion of his Sundays in getting together with gangs of working men in places where they could indulge their merry and sometimes rough behavior.  Generally there was boxing and wrestling that often turned into nothing less than fighting.  Everyone was supposed to take his turn when it came his way and one day Benjamin was forced into a "turn" from which he got such a severe and abusive whipping that he decided to quit the gang and go with his wife to church. 

 A few times at the religious services of the Latter Day Saints helped to open his eyes and he, as well as his wife, became enthusiastic converts to the church before they had been in Pennsylvania a year.  They joined the church in 1849.  Mary was baptized some weeks before her husband by Thomas Davis and Benjamin later by Thomas Richards.  This can well illustrate the results of Latter Day Saints living exemplary lives before all men.  It was this more than argument that brought the Williams folks into the church.

Important events were transpiring rapidly.  Married in Wales about 1846, comfortably settled in Pennsylvania in 1848, converted to the church in 1849, they began planning to gather with the saints in Salt Lake Valley.  They knew how to save and accumulate so they went to work for the next great event.  In less than four years they were ready for the long journey.  They left Pottsville on the 17th of February, 1853.  They went by train from Pottsville to Harrisburg and then across Pennsylvania to the Ohio River.  They sailed on a river boat down the Ohio and up the Mississippi and Missouri to Winter Quarters.  At Harrisburg they met with a very great and unfortunate loss.  It seems that when they left the train it was necessary for all travelers to identify and claim their own baggage.  Brother Williams saw his baggage after it was unloaded from the train but being engaged in something else he delayed for a time going to the baggage room to claim his property.  When he did finally go his baggage was gone.  Someone else had claimed and taken it away.  Rolls of bedding, bundles including numerous articles of clothing and useful things for a home far away in a wilderness were all gone.

These were the very things they had been accumulating for several years in preparation for the journey and now almost the whole savings were gone.  All they had left were the few things carried with them in one or two hand satchels in the coach.  They could just as well have taken their journey two years before.  Mary came near giving up.  The loss was so great to her.  She felt so badly that she was actually sick.  There were many sympathizing friends to give comfort and offer assistance and the Elders administered to her and gave her such a good blessing that she regained courage and they went on.  After they reached Salt Lake City, that is a year or two after they had sustained that very important loss, one of Mary's friends identified some of her lost baggage being worn by someone in Salt Lake City.  She felt sure in her own mind but in as much as she could see infinitesimal possibility of being mistaken, she never made a claim.  Her behavior in this regard reveals one very fine trait in her character.  She would rather suffer great wrong than make a wrongful accusation against another.

They crossed the plains with the Thomas Davis family.  Mariner W. Merrill, who afterwards became an apostle in the church, was in the same company.

Brother Williams drove an ox team for his passage and Sister Williams did camp cooking for her passage and the passage of their little daughter, Mary, two years old. Benjamin and Mary walked nearly the whole distance.  It was a long and tiresome journey but their company was well organized and well managed so that there were no serious accidents or incidents during the whole trip.  They arrived in Salt Lake City on September 12, 1853, after a constant march of nearly seven months.

A short time after arriving in Salt Lake City they moved to Farmington where they made their home for six years.  They acquired property on the south side of Farmington Creek between the present location of the Bamberger and Oregon Short Line Railroad tracks.  They built a comfortable one-room log house on the north side of the street which leads west from the city to the Short Line depot.  For culinary purposes they carried water from the creek.

While they were living in Farmington there were a number of incidents that occurred which are still interesting.  One year food became very scarce.  For a while it looked as if many people would starve and many actually did go hungry much of the time.  Grasshoppers and crickets had been so numerous that the crop loss was very great.  There was not enough grain raised to sustain life on a proper basis.  Everyone was under rations and everything possible was being done to make what little grain there was last until another crop.  Mary's family was so nearly destitute for food when the first harvest did occur that even one more day would have been serious.  As their last sack of flour was being used day by day Sister Williams took out a small pan of flour from the sack and divided it with her neighbors.

The first harvest of the new crop in her vicinity was a field.  She went to this field, gained permission to glean after the men were through harvesting, took her gleaning home and threshed out a pan of barley by hand, ground it in a coffee mill and made bread.  While this was going on they were all hungry and bread never tasted better.  This barley bread made that year by Sister Williams was probably the first bread made that year in Farmington from the new crop.

Another incident or set of incidents of interest and of importance was the Echo Canyon War.  This called for a great deal of guard duty to which Benjamin was called repeatedly.  In order to sustain and support him in this work Mary made soap and sold it to the neighbors who were not as expert as she.  She made a great quantity of the soap that went to the Salmon River Mission.  She also made crackers for which she has left a recipe.  She would take one pound of butter, ten pounds of flour, sufficient salt and seasoning if desired and mixed these together with water or other moisture.  Excellent crackers resulted from expert mixing and this process is one and difficult.  It is necessary to use an ax or some other heavy instrument to found the folds of dough together before the process is completed.  Finally, the dough is pounded out flat, cut in small squares and baked.  The crackers keep well, in fact the longer they are kept the better they get.  Her crackers were very excellent.  She would make seamless sacks full of them at a time in preparation for the well-known "thirty days".  There may be better crackers made today but probably not with the limited facilities and materials and not for the purposes served at that time.

 It was while they were living at Farmington that the move South occurred.  Mary had a good supply of soap and crackers and other necessary things for this event.  They had acquired a farm wagon and this was drawn by an ox and the family cow.  They took everything useful out of their one-room house and filled it full of hay.  They had been instructed to leave their homes so that they could be quickly "fired" in case the threatened invasion of hostile army should make it necessary.  In case they could return to their homes again the hay would serve a useful purpose.  Their move was to the Payson bottoms at the south end of Utah Lake.  As it was well known, the threatened invasion did not turn out to be the terrible crisis expected and the Williams Folks and their neighbors soon came back to Farmington.

When they were just ready to leave Farmington on the move South an accident happened to their little daughter, Mary that might have been fatal to her had it not been for the healing power of the priesthood through faith.  The child attempted to leap from the wagon alone for some little thing that seemed important to her and fell beneath the wheels.  One wheel of the wagon passed over her legs and another passed over her head.  Sister Williams was ill in a bed in the wagon with a baby and did not see the accident but heard something fall to the ground and felt the wagon pass over something.  She called to her husband to investigate.  When Brother Williams saw what had happened and saw the child lying as if dead on the ground the shock was so great to him that he fainted.  Friends gathered quickly and came to the rescue.  Elders immediately laid hands on the child, exercised the power of the priesthood and in a remarkably short time the child regained normal health and not a serious thing had happened to her.  This gave them assurance that, although sorrows and hardships came their way at times, the Almighty was kind to them and always sustained them when they were in trouble.

In the early Spring of 1859 they moved to Cache Valley.  Wellsville, first known as Maughan's Fort, had been settled the all before and by spring seemed pretty well taken up so they were among the very first company to come to Logan.  A town site was quickly laid out and the Williams family settled in and built a house on the block where the Thatcher Bank now stands.  After some scouting had been done, it was planned that Logan settlers would raise their crops at Summit, now Smithfield, and build their houses at Logan.  Water for irrigation could be more easily diverted from the natural channels at Smithfield and crops would not need to be fenced to protect them from the livestock that would be kept at Logan.

Soon things looked fearful.  It looked like war more than Peace.  The Indians seemed excited and ready for trouble.  Presently the Indian Chief from the north side of the river came wading across to the south side and aired his grievances at the white man's trespasses and wanted to know what the white man's plans were.  Israel Clark had been in the Salmon River Mission event and understood the Indian language.  He acted as spokesman.  The Indians had learned what the white man's bread was and they were very fond of it.  This fact was made the basis of the negotiations.  They were shown that the coming of the white man would be a good thing for them.  They could swap buckskin for bread.  As soon as the proposition was thoroughly understood, the chief waded back across the river to the north side and conveyed the proposition to his comrades.  There was opposition and careful consideration.  Sometimes the cause seemed lost and again it seemed more promising.  Finally the chief came wading back to the south side of the river with information to the effect that the proposition was agreeable.

Even though the first settlers of Logan had a good understanding with the Indians, the natives were not to be trusted too far.  Many of them found it very difficult to keep their distance from the settlers and annoyed them a great deal.  Often times while the white men were at work in the fields or away in the canyons for building timber the Indians would sneak up to the camps where woman and children were alone and annoy them for food.  No violence ever happened as far as the Williams folks and the Indians were concerned, which is probably evidence that the natives never intended their annoyance and their begging to cause the fear that it really did.  To protect themselves from possible violence and in the interest of safety, the settlers kept pretty close together, kept their guns and ammunition ready for any emergency.  They did their work very much together, lived in their wagons until their houses were built, all went to the farms and fields at Smithfield together and returned to Logan together so that they nearly always were completely mobilized.  Threats actually did occur at times and on occasion it was necessary for the settlers to make all haste in moving into Maughan's Fort at Wellsville for protection.  Sister Williams recalled with interest during her later life a few times when in the dead of night they were all called hastily for immediate flight to Maughan's Fort from their fields in Summit.

By Fall of 1859 there were several houses in Logan, the Williams house being one of the first if not actually the first one to be lived in.  Their mansion was a one-room log structure with dirt, roof, braided willow door, factory windows, a fireplace and a straw floor.  Sister Williams says the willow door did not fit very well and that Indians used to come up to her house and look in at the family through the gap over the door.  Before the first winter actually set in the willow door was replaced by a lumber door and the factory windows were replaced by glass, but people actually occupied their houses before they even had factory windows or willow doors.  There were only open spaces where windows and doors were to be.  When this was the case, Indians availed themselves of the opportunity very often of using these open spaces for peering into the houses for long periods of time, sometimes for hours.  It may have been human curiosity or primitive astonishment at the marvelous works of man before their eyes or even sometimes savage greed that compelled them.  Indeed, if they saw a loaf of bread or some enticing morsel of food laying on the table, they would simply walk right in and take it.  All this occasioned great fear on the part of women and children and kept all the men ever on alert.  It was a great relief to have glass windows to shut out the cold and lumber doors that could lock and keep unwelcome callers on the outside.  Sister Williams found a great natural resource in Logan all along the river and all over that section known as Logan Island and through the willows everywhere.  There was prolific growth of hops.  Hops found a ready market in those days as they do now.  Sister Williams gathered and sold many a bale in the early days and received in exchange all kinds of merchandise necessary in the household.

Within a very few years after the first settlement of Logan there were several thousand people in Cache Valley and Logan was a thriving little city.  Brother Williams was allotted some acreage if choice land northwest of Logan, according to the old plan of allotment  used so successfully by the church in colonizing the country.  The original allotment of land made to the Williams folks was kept by them in clear title as long as they lived.  Great credit for this excellent record is due to Brother and Sister Williams for their great industry and their very commendable thrift.

In the early sixties (1860's) they disposed of their property on the Thatcher Bank block and in the trade acquired an excellent one acre lot in the third ward, the northeast corner at third north and fourth west.  This lot was also kept all their days in clear title as well as in production and attractive condition.    It should be said here too that every foot of their fields was a model of good husbandry as long as they lived.   Brother and Sister Williams were so contended and happy and so satisfied with their home and farm in the mountains of Zion among the saints that as long as the years rolled on they were often heard to say in their beautiful Welsh dialect, 
 "I 'ouldn't give our little home and our little farm for the whole wor-r-ld."

Brother Williams used his homestead right when the proper time came by taking up a grazing homestead in the foothills at Black Rock, northwest  of Petersboro about two miles south of Cache Junction.  This homestead was in the main a resource of Sister Williams.  There were no sons that grew up in the family to assist Brother Williams in the operations of the farm but there were six fine healthy daughters.  Dairying was woman's industry in the earlier days of Utah and with these find daughters for expert help and this homestead in the hills, Sister Williams saw a promising dairy industry.  For many years they carried on a small but most successful dairy.  Not having but a few dozen mild cows of their own, they would lease milk cows of other people for the summer months and pay for their use in butter and cheese.  She was most expert in the manufacture of these two articles and never found it necessary to leave her own home to find a ready market.  Life-long customers have said many times that nowhere else could butter and cheese be obtained that could compare in excellence with hers.  In order to prevent any waste in the industry all unused materials from the dairy were fed to hogs and in the late fall or very early winter they always had a good number of these to supplement the regular income.  A skillful butcher was always employed to dress the hogs and Sister Williams took care of the curing herself.  The skill with which she could cure hams and bacon, make sausage and head cheese, rendered lard and put to use every morsel of the carcass was something phenomenal and something which the most modern packing plant could envy.  There was not a thing wasted.  In the final operations of curing meat unusable portions were very expertly made into soap.  For all these articles she found a ready market without any effort.  She never had enough to supply the demand of the many people who would come to her home to buy.  Her dairy industry demonstrates one of her useful places in pioneering activities.

She was very skillful in making up wool, another of her gifts as a pioneer woman.  In the cleansing and carding operation she could not be excelled in managing the spinning of yarn and making up cloth.  She taught these crafts to her daughters who also became expert and the family did much custom work in textiles to help the pioneer community as well as themselves.

Notwithstanding her great usefulness as an industrial expert in a pioneer community, her most useful serves were to the mothers.  She learned faithfully the art of midwife when she was a mature young woman in Wales.  She went out with doctors many times while she was learning.  She observed the proper methods of assistance, helped the doctors under whose instruction she was learning and in numerous instances took full charge of cases herself under the observance of doctors.  She became very skillful and very thorough.  The exalted importance of the expert midwife in the pioneer community has probably not yet been fully stated and no one could overestimate the enormous good Sister Williams did in this most important service.  She took numerous mothers through the "dark valley" as the terrifying experience has been so often called and brought hundreds of little ones safely into the world and nursed them to recovery with the skill of the best of trained nurses.  Many of her friends have seen her hurrying along to this service and generally have observed tha she carried some articles of food or clothing to help her cases along.  The meager charges she made were scarcely noticeable.

Bishop Anthon Anderson, a man of wide experience in the church, speaking at her funeral service, said she had done more for her sex than anyone else he knew.  Her home discipline was most successful.  She insisted on uncovering honesty and obedience, making sure always that her demands were fair and reasonable.  As a member of the church she was loyal and faithful.  As one in the community she was unusually loved for her charity in spiritual as well as in material things.  Her code of ethics and her working regulations were the gospel of Jesus Christ.  On this "rock" she planted her feet firmly and never once surrendered her position.  Probably the first word to properly describe her would be "justice" and following these in quick succession would be "kindness, industry and skill" and then "great and useful in the world" come to mind.

Following are the children born to Brother and Sister Williams:

Mary Ann 17 July 1848 Wales July, 1950, Pottsville
Ann 21 July 1850 Pottsville 20 Sept 1850
Mary 16 May 1852 Pottsville
Rebecca 16 May 1854 Pottsville
Joseph and Hyrum 4 April 1857 Farmington Died the same day
Jarriett 7 May 1858 Salt Lake
Sarah Jane 2 June 1860 Logan
David Benjamin April 1962 Logan Died when 9 months old
Martha 8 May 1864 Logan
Emma Rachel 14 Sep 1867 Logan

The above names without death dates were all still alive in 1933 when this history was written.  They have all passed away now this history is recopied in 2007.

The children who died passed away in infancy.  The others all lived long and constitute worthy fruit of a worthy tree.  These living children now aged or closely approaching old age, look back in love and reverence upon their honorable parentage, live sweet and beautiful lives and bless all whose lives they touch.  They are all mothers of many find children and grand-mothers and great grandmothers of many many more.  If Brother and Sister Williams could see them and it may be they can, their hearts would be full of gladness to know that the hearts of all this posterity are lovingly turned to them and every one blesses them for their courageous acceptance of the call of the Master and their violent struggle to so noble an end.  All their posterity are honorable, free and prosperous people.  Had it not been for the courageous move made by young Benjamin Williams and his young wife, Mary Watkins, all those people might now be coal miners in Wales or servants in the house of "gentlefolks".

James and Eliza Reeder Hurren--maternal great grandparents

This link will take you to a history of James and Eliza Reeder Hurren.--maternal great grandparents to "Bruce"



Eliza Reeder is the sister of Robert Reeder. She traveled with her husband, James Hurren, and her siblings and parents on the Willie Handcart Company.

Stories of Willie Handcart Trek

Story 1:  Quotes from the survivors

Story 2:  Photo of monument at Temple Square

Story 3:  17 Miracles--Movie about Willie Handcart Company

Story 4:  Following in their parent's footsteps!

Story 5:  LDS Archives of Eliza Reeder  and James Hurren

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James and Eliza Reeder Hurren--AFTER reaching the SLC Valley



HISTORY OF JAMES HURREN AND ELIZA REEDER HURREN 
AFTER REACHING THE SALT LAKE VALLEY 

When James and Eliza Hurren reached the valley their first concern was little Mary's frozen legs.  She was placed on a bed in the Tithing Office and a doctor examined her.  He said he could do nothing for her as mortification had already set in. He visited her the next morning with his instruments expecting to amputate her legs.

"She will die easier," he said.  Her father protested.

"This little girl didn't walk a thousand miles to have her legs cut off.  If she dies, she will die with her legs on."

The Hurrens were taken into the keeping of the bishop of the Third Ward.  Robert Reeder, in remembering the kind care that he received, explained further,

"I did not stay long.  I had a brother, George, in Brigham City and with my brother-in-law, James Hurren, I started to walk there.  My brother-in-law was stronger than I and he soon left me behind.  I remember a good lady who took me in one night and fed me when I was almost worn out.  That was Sister Bankhead and she lives in Wellsville now (1917).  Someday I hope to see her again and let her know that I shall always be thankful for the food and shelter she gave me that night."  Because of weakness, Robert was unable to walk erect for many weeks after his arrival at Brigham City.

We can assume from the fact that Robert made no mention of Eliza and the children when he told of his and James' 60-mile walk to Brigham City, that she and the girls remained in Salt Lake City while James procured  the help of George Reeder and that George took a wagon back to get the four.  Mary's children remembered being told that the family went to Brigham City in a wagon.

After their arrival at George's home, a pioneer nurse, Mrs. Snyder, looked at Mary's limbs and recommended trying fresh raw beefsteak on them.  Fresh meat was not available in Brigham City (then called Box Elder) so James walked 20 miles to Ogden and obtained some round steak.  This was placed on the frozen parts and in several days the rotten flesh dropped off.  They trimmed the sinews and applied a homemade ointment to assist in the healing.  Mary was able to walk again in two years.  When she grew up she married, became the mother of a large family and was a great nurse in Brigham City and surrounding areas.  Her testimony was that if she had her life to live over again she would not want to avoid any of the hardships that had come her way.  She believed trials were good to teach us to be humble and to appreciate our earthly existence.

James and Eliza too, many times, when inquiry was made as to how they felt about their handcart ordeal were quick to reply.

"With all our trials, our weary traveling, burying our dear ones, piling our clothing and bedding by the wayside and setting fire to them, we have never once felt to murmur or complain or regret the steps we have taken."  Adolph Reeder wrote the following:

"The question has been asked, Why was not their lot made easier in the great effort of crossing the plains?  No one except Providence might give the completely satisfying answer, but it can be pointed out they grew in character and understanding.  They were patient and long suffering.  Their faith in God and in their church was unshakable.  Their great endurance made great people of them and their faith was sufficient to sustain them and establish an ideal for their descendants to follow."

In the fall of 1855 George Reeder had moved to Brigham City (Box Elder).  This settlement was under the direction of Lorenzo Snow.  For the two years before that he had lived and worked in Salt Lake City.  The move was made in company with his sister Mary, her husband Anthony Metcalf and a friend, James Bywater, whose journal enlightens us:

"Anthony Metcalf … was married and was ready to move up to Box Elder in company with his brother-in-law George B. Reeder, and they were prepared to locate in the North Indian Country in a new settlement of Box Elder Creek… I joined with them about September 20, 1855.  We journeyed to Fort Box Elder--walking the trail together and our baggage came in the wagon of a friend.  The fort was crowded and President Lorenzo Snow advised the people to settle on lots and build permanent homes.  We secured or filed one each--namely 4-5-6--Plot A Blk 27 Brigham City survey.  We formed a partnership and agreed to help each other build three homes during the fall and summer of 1856.  We rented the Adobe Mill from Father Watkins, paying 1/16th of all we made.  Reeder prepared the clay and we soon made several thousand adobes and dried them in the sun, tromping the mud with bared feet.  All the houses were to be 12 x 24 feet long and one story high.  Built first on lot 5 for Brother Metcalf, hauling rock for foundation and the needed timber from the mountains, put on a willow and sod roof with a bare floor or dirt.  We all lived together the winter of 1856.  A hard winter, Brother Reeder's cow got mired and we killed her and ate her along with the vegetables he drew from the Willard tithing office using credit he had received for produce in Salt Lake City.  But the provisions were short.  We built two houses in 1856 and made several thousand adobes for construction of the social hall opera house.  Food was scarce and we ate the cattle that died or drowned from the ice breaking with them."

Willie Handcart Journey-James Hurren and Eliza Reeder History

JAMES HURREN AND ELIZA REEDER HISTORY
WILLIE HANDCART JOURNEY

Although Eliza Reeder had known James Hurren all her life, when he came to stay and work at her father's farm, she was beginning to have new feelings for him.  As they became better acquainted she felt feelings of being very much admired, of having someone happy to chat with her a few moments between various jobs in the fields and with the flocks.  They had both been raised in Linstead Parva, England.  It was very pleasant spending the evenings in front of the fire on the Reeder hearth.  Their sentiments progressed to the desire to spend their lives together and their pledges were made.  They got married and stayed where they were because Eliza was needed to help with her younger brothers and sisters as her mother had died a few years previously.

Two strangers, men from America, came into the countryside and preached about a new religion.  These men stirred the East Suffolk folk with the things they told about.  It caused many a heated argument.  The men called themselves Mormons or members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.  Though many people seriously doubted the truth of the missionaries' message, those of the Hurren and Reeder households were among the first to declare that they believed the gospel principles that were being taught.  In due time the entire household of baptism age were baptized.

It was the burning desire of the new members of the church to gather with other saints in far away Utah.  The saints in England had been told they were going to travel to Utah with handcarts.  This arose an excitement in England about the prospects of arriving in Utah sooner than had been expected.  The Hurrens and Reeders readied themselves to go to Liverpool where they would board the ship, Thornton.  They sold all their furniture and said goodbye to their friends.  Those traveling to Liverpool and subsequently America were James Hurren, age 29; Mother, Eliza, age 26, daughters Mary (8), Emma (4) and Sarah (2), Grandfather, David Reeder, 53, Uncle Robert Reeder, (19) and aunt Caroline Reeder, (16).  They were each eager to see all the interesting sights.  They traveled over sea, land and finally a river boat took them up the Iowa River a short distance to the campground where the companies were to be organized for the long trek ahead.

Brother James Gray Willie would be the captain of the group.  He was known as Captain Willie.  Willie's group was disappointed to discover that the promised handcarts and tents were not waiting for them.  They quickly started making handcarts using green wood.  Some people sewed tents. Three companies of handcarts had left before them and severely depleted the supplies.  As their handcarts and tents were being made they learned what it was like living on the edge of the frontier.  Some had never pitched a tent, slept on the ground, cooked outdoors or built a campfire.  They had none of the skills that make frontiersman but they had some of the stuff that makes heroes.

On the day they were supposed to gather up everything and leave, Eliza gave birth to a baby girl, Selena.  She lived for about 15 days and died. The company was well organized.  The strength of the company was equalized as much as possible by distributing the young men among the different families to help them.  Several carts were drawn by young girls exclusively.  The young and strong went along gaily with their carts, but the old people and little children were to be seen straggling a long distance in the rear.  Sometimes, when the little folks had walked as far as they could, their fathers would take them on their carts and thus increase the load that was already becoming too heavy as the day advanced.  But what will parents not do to benefit their children in time of trouble?

The Hurrens and Reeders along with other handcart pioneers were interested in the beautiful countryside through which they walked, with such different flora and fauna from that to which they were accustomed.  Animals and fish were plentiful and sometimes became meals for the travelers.  Also enjoyed as food were the abundant wild fruits and berries.

The 300-mile trek across Iowa to the Missouri river was relatively pleasant.  While at Florence decisions had to be made.  The elders seemed divided in their judgment as to the practicability of their reaching Utah in safety at so late a season of the year, and the idea was entertained for a day or two of making our winter quarters on the Elkhorn, Wood River, or some other eligible location in Nebraska; but it did not meet with general approval.  A meeting of the elders produced all but one in favor of going on to Utah.  Levi Savage used his common sense and his knowledge of the country.  He declared positively that to his certain knowledge we could not cross the mountains with a mixed company of aged people, women and little children, so late in the season without much suffering, sickness and death.  Because they could not reach Utah with the amount of flour they had been assigned, the elders decided to put 100 lbs more flour on each handcart to help with provisions.  This flour was used first, the weakest parties being the first relieved of their burdens.  They had to continually fix broken down handcarts because of the extra weight.

James Hurren was considered the strongest man in the company.  He was also well.  Captain Willie told him after seeing him putting several more flour sacks on his handcart that if there was only one man who made it to Utah it would be James Hurren.  Grandfather Reeder sometimes dropped from exhaustion.

In their native lands the emigrants had heard a great deal about the American Indians and expected to see many more of them than they had thus seen.  The emigrants had heard tales of Indians killing men, women and children.  So when on an afternoon a band of Indians suddenly appeared at close range the saints were extremely frightened.  It turned out they were friendly Indians and members of the Willie company were most intrigued with them.  In fact, it was quite a treat to finally see Indians in the wild and up close.  The whites were grateful to buy some buffalo meat from them.

They had an incident where one evening their cattle stampeded.  The men went in pursuit of them but found they were 30 head short.  They looked for a long time but then assumed the Indians had run them off.

In the middle of September they had their first frost and it was a severe one.  The way became more uphill.  The Hurrens were anxious to get moving before the weather got too cold.  Aunt Caroline Reeder was a big help with the little girls.  The girls now remember with fondness how she encouraged them.  Often she sang with them as they walked along. 

They reached Fort Laramie, Wyoming on the last day of September.  The commandant kindly let the people buy from the military stores.  They determined that they would not have enough provisions to make it to Utah and so they reduced the allowance of flour.  It was determined that Fort Laramie was half way between Florence and Salt Lake City and the last half was by far the hardest, being mountainous, high altitudes where winter came early, rocky roads and often sparse feed for the livestock.  But they went on.

Grandfather David Reeder, though extremely weary pulled his cart that day. On many an occasion he had given part of his ration of food to others. For his evening meal he ate red berries from a wild rose bush.  After everyone else was in bed Eliza checked her father and lovingly tucked the covers around him.  
Her heart ached at how weakened he was from exposure and lack of nourishment.  During the night he breathed his last tired breath, and was buried the next morning after Eliza wrapped him in a precious sheet.  His fortitude had never failed, though he was often cold, hungry, and exhausted.  His family would miss him.

It became so difficult for many to pull their carts over the rocky road and up the steep grades that articles of clothing and bedding of all kinds were piled by the way and burned, it being impossible to carry them.  This lightened the carts, which were breaking down frequently but it left the improperly clad emigrants with more exposure to the piercing winds and bitter cold that came. It is rather ironical that the buffalo robes some bought at Fort Laramie helped keep them warm, but could cause their death carrying the extra weight. Some were discarded.

Death was quite common now.  Captain Willie could see the men were beginning to be worn down by hunger and scarcity of clothing.  Many a father who was devoted to his family, pulled his cart with his little children on it until the day preceding his death.  Men were seen pulling their carts in the morning, give out during the day and die before the next morning.  Each death weakened their forces.

"Nights were getting colder and some would sit down by the roadside and die.  Aunt Caroline (17 years old) after traveling all day and seeing the camp being made for the night took off her apron to tie some sage brush in to bring into the camp.  She sat down to rest, leaning on her bundle, exhausted.  They found her chilled and dying and carried her into camp.  She died without gaining consciousness.  She, too, was placed in an unmarked grave.  Her death was another real loss to us but we must go on as the nights are getting colder." (This was written by her brother, Robert Reeder.)

Robert continues, "Our rations were growing shorter and we reduced them by common consent from day to day...potato peelings and rawhide off old handcarts were good if we could get it.  I myself, set by the campfire with brother Hurren and scraped and singed the hair off a piece of hide, some that had been taken off discarded handcarts that had been pulled through the sands hundreds of miles.  It was hard but we would boil and soften them and cut them up in small pieces and put them in our pockets to chew on the road the next day and it helped to keep life in us.  The way they ate their meager ration of flour was to cook it into a gruel and drink it warm.

They traveled on in sorrow and misery day after day.  Some days we were able to travel a good distance, but other days we traveled but a few miles.  Finally, we were overtaken by snow.  It fell several inches deep as we traveled along, but we dared not stop, for we had a 16-mile journey to make and short of it we could not get wood and water.

Apostle Franklin D. Richard told President Brigham Young the Willie and Martin handcart companies were still back on the trail.  This was October 4.  President Young called upon the bishops and people in general to raise immediately 60 mule and horse teams and all the supplies to aid the saints back on the trail.  There was much bustling gathering supplies for the destitute saints.

Back on the trail the company was resting for a short time at noon.  A light wagon driven by Joseph A. Young and Stephen Taylor came into camp and told the people that a train of supplies was coming from Salt Lake and it would be there in a couple of days.  The saints continued their travels until they reached a point they had no more provisions at all.  Captain Willie and another man were assigned to go meet the oncoming supply train and urge them to hurry.  They were able to finally reach the supply train and relayed that the people just a little ways ahead were freezing and starving and would perish without immediate aid.  The supply train continued on determined to reach the saints and rescue them.  On the evening of the third day after Captain Willie's departure, just as the sun was sinking beautifully behind the distant hills, on an eminence immediately west of our camp several covered wagons, each drawn by four horses, were seen coming towards us.  The news ran through the camp like wildfire, and all who were able to leave their beds turned out en masse to see them.  A few minutes brought them sufficiently near to reveal our faithful captain slightly in advance of the train.  

Shouts of joy rent the air, strong men wept till tears ran freely down their furrowed and sunburnt cheeks, and little children partook of the joy which some of them hardly understood, and fairly danced around with gladness.  Restraint was set aside in the general rejoicing and as the brethren entered our camp the sisters fell upon them and deluged them with kisses.  The brethren were so overcome that they could not for some time utter a word, but in choking silence repressed all demonstrations of those emotions that evidently mastered them.  Soon, however, feeling was somewhat abated and such a shaking of hands, such words of welcome, and such invocation of God's blessing have seldom been witnessed.





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.)