Ann Gailey (Greaves)

In February 1939 William G. Sears discovered a copy of patriarchal blessings given to John Gailey and his wife Ann Greaves Gailey in Nauvoo on June 25th 1845 by John Smith, Patriarch. In the blessing the date of Ann Greaves birth is given as Oct. 17th 1816 in Prestign, Herefordshire, England. John Gailey attended the meeting held after the martyrdom of Joseph Smith and witnessed the transformation of Brigham Young when he addressed the meeting, at which time he spoke with the voice and had the appearance of Joseph Smith. When the saints were driven from Nauvoo John and Ann Gailey went with them but they stayed in Pottowattamie, Iowa until the next year when twin babies were born to them. Both of the babies died. In the spring of 1848 they came to Utah. In the Spring of 1854 the family moved to Kaysville where they lived in a dugout for two years until they built a two-room house of adobe. At this time the family consisted of John and his wife, Mary Mills Hudson (a widow with three children) whom he married after the death of Ann Greaves in 1851. In 1853 a son was born to them (John William Gailey). So there were six children when they left Salt Lake for Kaysville, Sarah Jane, Elizabeth, and John W. Gailey – and Rosa, Thomas and George Hudson (children of Mary Mills Hudson Gailey). Mary M. Hudson Gailey used to walk from Kaysville to Salt Lake (about 18 or 20 miles) and carry butter and eggs to sell in S.L. Sometimes in the summer she would start in the evening and walk all night. After disposing of the butter and eggs she would walk back again the next day. My mother Sarah Jane Gailey Sears told me that she herself walked from Kaysville to Salt Lake and back again several times. John Gailey was one of Kaysville’s prominent citizens – holding the office of Justice of the Peace and also keeping the Estray (?) Pound for quite a long time. (Drucilla Sears Howard) (March 10, 1949) After a diligent search I learned from the Salt Lake Temple records that Ann Greaves Gailey received her endowments in the Nauvaoo Temple on Feb. 7th, 1846 - the same day that John Gailey (her husband) received his. DSH The date of Patriarchal Blessings by John Smith Patriarch, on John Gailey and wife Ann Greaves Gailey is recorded as June 25th, 1845, so they were married before Feb 7, 1846, the date they received their endowments in the Nauvoo Temple.

From the Journal of Sarah Drucilla Sears Howard (1930) Ann Greaves, wife of John Gailey and mother of my mother was born in England, but I have been unable to learn the date of her birth. (Oct 17, 1816) We of the family are of the opinion that she married grandfather prior to their leaving England. She came with him from Nauvoo to Salt Lake City in 1848 and died 11 August 1851 leaving two small daughters, Sarah Jane and Elizabeth – the first one, two years and the second, three weeks old. She lies buried in the City cemetery in Salt Lake and Will, my brother, afterwards bought the lot and had the family burial plot there. Mother always tended the grave and kept it marked with a large stone for many years. But mother’s step-mother, Mary Mills Hudson, proved to be a real mother to the little girls whose mother had left them. She gave them all the care and kindness which a real mother can give and they always looked upon her with the greatest affection and esteem. On my visits to the old Gailey home, she was always glad to see us and talk to us and I remember threading her needles for her to sew and listening to her tell of the things that mother used to do. She passed away Nov 15th 1888. D.S.H.

From the Journal of Sarah Drucilla Sears Howard (1930) Sarah Jane Gailey Sears was born May 22nd, 1849, the daughter of John and Ann Greaves Gailey. The home at this time was near the corner of 7th South and Main Street in Salt Lake City where her parents had come the year before after having been driven with the rest of the Saints from Nauvoo. Her own mother died when Sarah Jane was two years old and there was another baby girl of only three weeks old, but they found a real mother in Mary Mills Hudson, whom their father married later. Soon afterwards the family moved to Kaysville, where the father engaged in farming. In common with others of those early days in Utah, they were very poor and endured all the hardships of pioneer life. The children used to walk four miles in winter to attend school, most of the time without shoes. They would tie their feet up in pieces of buffalo skin or any other thing that would help to keep the cold out and then run until their feet would get too cold to go further, when they would untie them and rub them for awhile and then go on again. Mother had her first pair of shoes when she was fourteen years old, and at that time her father sold a cow and with the proceeds bought shoes for her and for her sister. At one time when food was very scarce the family lived on pig-weeds for six weeks without any other food. When they finally were able to get some bran to make bread there was great rejoicing. (Famine of 1856) On September 28th, 1867 she was married to Isaac Sears in the old Endowment House in Salt Lake City. Their first home which was in Kaysville, was a one-room log house with a dirt floor and homemade furniture, which consisted of a tin stove, a couple of small barrels and a box for table and chairs. The bed was made by driving a stake in the dirt floor and lacing raw hide from it to the log walls. On this was placed a mattress filled with straw. The bride had only one dress made of calico, and the groom one shirt. Mother worked in the fields gleaning wheat and doing any other work she could get to do in order to help get the clothing and other things they needed. Sometimes she washed clothes all day and received, as pay, a spool of thread which at that time cost twenty-five cents a spool. When they had two children they moved to Salt Lake and built a two room house – one upstairs and one down and in the little upstairs room the third child a boy, and also the fourth, a girl, were born. Later on the house was added upon until there were nine rooms and the family of nine grew up and only left there when they went away to make their own homes. For more than fifty years mother lived there in the Eleventh Ward. Mother was deeply religious and for many years served in the Relief Society as Counselor to Sister Bridge, also as a teacher, and I am sure if the number of visits she made to the sick and sorrowful could be recorded they would make a very large total. She was always cheerful and optimistic and her courage and sense of humor carried her over many difficulties. Her life was an inspiration to her family and friends for she was a devoted wife and a kind and loving mother. She died April 2nd, 1923. Her good deeds live after her and her children rise up and call her blessed.

John Gailey, son of William and Eleanor Gailey was born Nov. 19th 1814, in Hertfordshire England. As a boy he was very much concerned about eternity and the coming of the Son of God, but told no one about it for some time, but later when some preachers came, calling themselves Primitive Methodists and holding forth salvation through Christ by faith alone, he finally joined them and became a member of their church. A short time later some of them separated from the rest and formed another sect, calling themselves United Brethren and John joined with them as a local preacher. He preached on Sundays for more than a year, when the leader, Thomas Kings ton asked him to give all his time to the ministry - which he did. This was in 1836. In the year 1840 Elder Wilford Woodruff visited this section and preached to the United Brethren the fullness of the Gospel as revealed in these last days, and baptized all of them, (about 600 in all.) On the 24th of March 1840 John Gailey was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and later ordained a priest. On the same evening after his baptism he accompanied Elder Woodruff to his appointment to preach. From this time on he continued to preach and baptize, and in his diary he speaks of twenty-six people who were converted and baptized by him. He also writes of the many wonderful blessings and manifestations of Divine Power which he witnessed. But here the things which he set down on paper ends and we must fill in the rest from what his children and others remember. It is not known just when he left England but it was probably sometime in the early 1840's. [John left Liverpool along with his mother and Ann Greaves whose parents were very angry with John for enticing their young daughter to accompany him to America. Ann was 26 years of age and they were passengers numbers 32, 33 and 34 aboard the Yorkshire when they sailed to America. John listed his occupation as farmer and he was 29. They landed in New Orleans on May 10, 1843.] At any rate he was with the Saints when they were driven from Nauvoo and came with his wife, Ann Greaves, to Salt Lake City, arriving in the year 1848. (Ann Greaves Gailey gave birth to twins, both of them died in the winter of 1846-47). In the year 1849 their first child Sarah Jane Gailey was born and two years later another daughter, Elizabeth was born and when this youngest child was three weeks old the mother [Ann] died. Grandfather Gailey was at the meeting in Nauvoo at the time of the martyrdom of the Prophet Joseph Smith when Brigham Young stood up to speak to the congregation and he spoke with the voice and had the appearance of Joseph Smith. Some time later John Gailey married a widow, Mary Mills Hudson, who had come from England with her three children George, Rosa, and Thomas Hudson. The family resided in Salt Lake City until about the year 1854 when they moved to Kaysville, Davis County, Utah where John spent the remainder of his life, working as a farmer. Grandfather Gailey married Elizabeth Treganna Henwood - June 20, 1860. They had 5 sons, Edwin, David, Heber C., Willard and Ernest. She [Elizabeth] died Jan. 8th 1876 and on June 27 - 1877 he married Ann Noble Wilmot (a widow) in the St. George Temple. She died Feb. 9th 1900. He endured all the hardships incident to pioneer life and together with his family became known for his sturdy and dependable qualities and for his unswerving faith in the gospel which he had espoused. He died March 31st 1887 at the ripe age of 73 years. Personal Recollections Grandfather Gailey died while I was still a little girl but I have a very vivid recollection of him and loved to be with him. He always seemed to me to be so very large and kindly and I remember how he used to put me up on his shoulders and carry me out to the apple orchard so that I might reach and pick the apples from the trees in his orchard on the old farm in Kaysville. Also I used to sit on the back porch and watch him take the honey from the hives and later he would give me a piece of honey in the comb to eat. Also I remember sitting on his knee in the evening and eating popcorn and apples and molasses candy while the boys (Uncle Will, Uncle Earn and the others) would sing songs and play checkers and grandfather would join in all of it. And to ride with him in his closed carriage lined with red and drawn by a pair of tan colored mules was a real treat. D.S.H. [Information from John Gailey’s person journal now in the archives of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints also from the pages of Drucilla Sears Howard’s personal journal]

DRUCILLA SEARS HOWARD Born 20 December 1874 Salt Lake City, Utah Daughter of Isaac Sears & Sarah Jane Gailey Mother’s (Sarah) parents were John and Ann Greaves Gailey. They joined the Church in England in 1840 and came to Nauvoo soon after. They were there at the time of the martyrdom of Joseph and Hyrum Smith – and were driven out of the city along with the rest of the Saints who would not renounce their religion. Grandfather (John Gailey) attended the meeting when Brigham Young spoke to the people and was transfigured so that he had the appearance and spoke with the voice of their martyred prophet. Grandfather and Grandmother Gailey stayed in Iowa until the following year and then came on to Utah in 1848. While in Iowa twin babies were born to them but both died. In 1849 my mother Sarah Jane was born and in 1851 another daughter, Elizabeth, was born. The mother (Ann) died three weeks later. The family lived in Salt Lake City until the year 1854 when they moved (north) to Kaysville. Previous to this time John Gailey had married a widow, Mary Mills Hudson, who had three children: George, Thomas and Rosa Hudson. One son was born to them: John W. Gailey. My father’s parents were John and Sarah Wagstaff Sears. They joined the Church in England in 1849 and came to Utah in 1864 bringing four of their children with them. My father Isaac had emigrated the year before in 1863. He was then seventeen years of age and walked all the way across the plains. He was sent on to southern Utah to work for a family there until his parents arrived the following year. They also lived in Kaysville for a few years and it was here that father met my mother. They were married 28 September 1967 and moved to Salt Lake City in 1872, establishing their home on 2nd South between 7th and 8th East Streets. Here they resided the rest of their lives. And so my four grandparents and my father were all pioneers having arrived in Utah before the advent of the railroad in 1869. Their first (father and mother: Isaac and Sarah Sears) house in Salt Lake consisted of two rooms – one above the other – and built of adobe. Father and mother and the two eldest children lived in a tent while father built the house. Before they could move in to the home the baby (Isaac John) died. My brother William was born in the little room upstairs in February 1873 and I followed him in December 1874. I am not sure that any of the others were born in that little upstairs room but I think likely that my sisters Etta and Jessie were. Those stairs were so steep I don’t see how mother ever managed to climb them. Altogether 12 children were born to mother: six boys and six girls. Three of the boys died when very young so there were nine children who grew up together. In 1879 father built an addition to the house – a two story adobe with four large rooms. Seven years later still another addition was made – this time of brick and consisting of a large dining room, kitchen, and bathroom. Also at this time (1886) we had a boiler attached to the kitchen range to heat water for bathing, washing, and dishwashing. Before this time (about 1882) we also had a telephone (one of the first in the residential district). The lot on which our house was built extended half way through the block and we had an orchard at the back with all kinds of fruit trees. Once a week we had our turn for irrigation water, which ran down the ditch between the sidewalk and street. We also had a cow and pig and chickens. Mother had a feather bed to sleep on but the rest of us had a mattress filled with straw. Every spring we would go upstairs and push the straw mattresses through the windows. Then they were emptied and filled again with new straw after which they must be carried upstairs again. Such a lot of work! The carpets too were taken up and cleaned and new straw put under them again. Everybody had to help but I don’t remember anyone feeling sorry about it. We had a lot of fun along with the work. Mother and father were always good-natured and saw to it that we had a good time. Father kept a feed and grain store in downtown Salt Lake and two teams or horses were kept to deliver hay and grain. There were three large barns in the back yard – also a sheep shed. Father was also a sheep man and some of my happiest memories are of those spent in East Canyon where the sheep were kept in the summer. We would go up there at shearing time and live in tents and watch the men shear the sheep. We would climb the mountains and bathe in the canyon stream. In the evening the men would build a big campfire and would sit around it and play their banjos and guitars and sing songs. How we children loved it! Sometimes the sheepherders would bring thirty or more sheep at a time to be sold for mutton. While they were in the corrals (my brother) Will and I used to ride them. We would go in the corral and each would grab a sheep and get on his back. The sheep would run and go up against the fence and try to scrape us off. But we would hold tight to the wool until we had had enough of a ride. Sometimes our legs would get all skinned up against the fence. We went to the lake, the canyons, and all the concerts and plays in the ward. And when we were older: the Salt Lake Theater. That was real enchantment as some f the best and finest actors and actresses came there to perform. Mother had her own horse and we could hitch it to the double-seated buggy anytime. “Old Roan” (strawberry roan) was the horse we used most. I can’t remember when father bought him but we had him until he was too old and stiff to work. Even then father kept him for a long time. When the day finally came that a man came and led him out of the lane yard I ran to mother to ask, “where the man was taking him?” She answered that he was taking him out to the pasture but I saw tears in her eyes as she turned her head away. But I didn’t know for a long time afterward that he was really taking him away to kill him. One of the things I liked best was to go in the family buggy with father and mother and the rest of the family for a ride up to Fort Douglas to watch the soldiers parade and to listen to the music of the band. That was a real thrill. There would be at least one big circus a year and the circus was held on the old 8th Ward Square where the City and County building now stands. That block also was used for many years as the terminal of the covered wagon trains as they reached Salt Lake. The people already here would go there to meet their friends and relatives who were arriving. I remember mother telling of seeing them unload one of the wagons there and as they lifted out a rocking chair one of the women immediately sat in it and started rocking. But about the circus: we always went. One reason perhaps was because father sold hay and grain to them for the horses and elephants and so the circus people gave tickets to him. But the free parade through the downtown district was almost as good as the circus. It was exciting too because often the horses, driven by the citizens, would be frightened by the elephants. Father always stood and held the bridles of our horses and talked to them so that they would stand and not run away. Mother and Father saw plenty of hard times when they were younger but I can’t say that I remember any hard times as a child. We always had plenty of good food on the table and good clothes to wear and comfortable home to live in. Father would hire a man to haul logs from the canyons for fuel. Then there was an elderly man who used to come and saw the wood in to lengths for the stoves and fireplace. He sang songs for us when we asked him to - and we always asked. Of course we had coal to burn as well as plenty of wood. We used to have a year’s supply of food always. Getting ready for the winter was June for us children and lots of work for mother. The cellar shelves were filled with jars of fruit and there was a barrel of cider, one of molasses (and) one of mincemeat. And also we had potatoes, cabbage, and other vegetables. Plenty of apples also to eat as we sat around the fire in the evenings. The apples and molasses candy and popcorn constituted our refreshments for parties as well as for the family. I started going to school when I was five years old. I coaxed so hard to go along with my older brother and sister that the teacher told mother to let me go too – (that) “I would soon get tired of it and want to stay home.” I never did though. I kept right on. IN those days the schools weren’t graded and we progressed from the primer up to the 5th Reader. Usually two teachers taught the whole school and the parents paid a stipulated amount each month – according to the number of subjects studied or the age of the child. I remember carrying the check that father gave me to give to the teacher. It was not until I was about 13 years old that the schools were graded and at that time a Church school was opened in the old Social Hall on State Street. I started to attend school there in 1887. Brother James E. Talmage had been sent up to Salt Lake from the B.Y.U. at Provo to be principal of the school and for about three years I had him for a teacher. I have always considered this a real privilege and I think I learned more about the Gospel and the Church during that time than in all the rest of my school years. Brother Talmage was a real inspiration to me and to many of the others also I am sure. As a child I watched the building of the Salt Lake Temp and we children used to contribute our nickels and dimes – generally through the Primary – to assist in its erection. When the towers were were being built we (my friend Louie Felt and I) climbed up to the top work tower where a man we knew was working. The tower was ready for the capstone to be laid and this workman, David Cameron, asked us if “we would like to stand on top of the tower before the Angel Moroni was put there?” “Of course!” we said we would so he helped us in turn to step up and onto the top. There was scaffolding built all around it but as I remember it we stood above the scaffolding – Brother Cameron holding each of us in turn by the hand. It was a long way up from the ground and I remember how my knees were shaking as we climbed down to the ground again. I was about 17 or 18 years old at this time. One of the things that stand out in my memory is the night when father came and woke us up to see the comet in the eastern sky. It was a marvelous sight and we knelt at the window shivering as we watched it. To me it looked like a golden dinner plate with numberless strings of gold beads streaming from it as it traveled across the sky. It looked so near to us and I have never since seen anything that even remotely resembled it – can’t remember how old I was at the time but I was just a child – maybe 8 or 10 years old. I loved to play ball. In fact, I believe it was my favorite game. But we had so many games to play. In the winter we’d play fox and geese in the snow. And then there were always sleigh rides – either in a cutter or bobsleigh or just on our sleds. I think we had as much fun in the winter as in the summer. But the years slip away and first thing we know we are grown-up. And now we change our ways to some extent at least. I remember telling my Grandmother Sears, who lived next door and to whom I carried a small pail of milk each evening – that “I wished I wouldn’t grow-up – I’d rather be just a girl.” And she laughed and said, “we all have to grow up my girl.” My brother Will used to take me to the dances at first. We all learned to dance at home to the music of father’s accordion. We had a large dining room, 17 x 20, and the floor was covered with linoleum. After the supper dishes were done we would push the dining table against the wall and father would get his accordion and start to play. We learned to dance the polka and waltz and the square dances so that when we were old enough to go to the regular dances we weren’t afraid to try. I had been to the lake and other places where we danced with different young men in the ward. But I had never taken any of them seriously until a young man by the name of John Howard appeared on the scene. His family lived in the 20th Ward and he came to our ward, the 11th, to reside temporarily. The first time I saw him was at Sunday School. The next Wednesday evening Louie Felt (my chum) told me to come with my brother Will to her home to spend the evening – and he (John) was there along with a few others. We played games and had a good time and when Will and I went home J.H. went with us. The next Sunday he walked home from Sunday School with me and in the evening walked with me from evening meeting. When we reached the gate he asked me if I’d care to go to a dance with him the next Friday night in the 21st Ward. So that’s how it all began. From that time one we “went steady” as we used to say. For two years I saw him two or three times a week and we went to dances, to the theater, to the canyons and everywhere together. My brother Will went on a mission to Samoa soon after this started and as he had a horse he drove for a light buggy we used to make good use of it. John had a buggy but no horse. So he would go up to his home and bring the buggy down to our house (walking between the shafts) much to the amusement of the neighbors. Other times he would come to our house first and put the harness on the horse and drive it up to 4th Avenue where the buggy was. And always, in the summer, he would bring me a bouquet of flowers. Then in the summer of 1895 he received a call to go on a mission. I wanted to wait until he came back before getting married. But he convinced me that he would be too old (?) by that time (he was 25 – nearly 26 – and I was 20). And so they (we) were married. I had learned shorthand and typewriting that summer and all the while he was away I worked as a stenographer for John M. Cannon, a lawyer, and brother of Nova Cannon, an old friend. She was the same age as I and engaged to be married to a young man who was also on a mission. And so for the next two years and more she and I kept each other company. No more dances – but we saw all the good plays at the Salt Lake Theater. And afterwards we either wen to her home or mine to sleep. Charles Burton was manager of the theater and also was a cashier in the bank in the building where we worked (she in the bank and I upstairs) – he always gave us tickets to see the plays. Places we have lived: First we (John and I) built a house about a mile east of Sandy on the 160 acres, which Grandfather Howard used to own. He had mortgaged it for $1,000. Before dad (John) left for his mission to Switzerland (November 1895) he had bought-up the mortgage. Then a family, who had lived on the property for seven years, without paying rent, claimed it. Also there were others who had liens on it by virtue of having paid taxes when it was sold for delinquent taxes. I had to bring suit against all these people which dad had instructed me to do before he left. He had given me Power of Attorney for this purpose. So when he returned from his mission he wanted to go out there to live and go in the to the chicken business. We had $2,500, which his father’s aunt in England had given us. We built a five-room brick home, with cellar, and fenced, with chicken coops, incubator, etc. But we didn’t know much about raising chickens and lost considerable money in learning. Then too, dad’s father was very unhappy about us having the place as he thought it should belong to him. So after three years, during which time our first two children, Gordon and Lucie, were born, we decided to let him and his family have the place. And in exchange we took his little home at 515 4th Avenue, Salt Lake City. I stayed at mother’s in our old home at 756 East 2nd South for about two weeks. And it was here that Jessie was born. We lived in the old Howard home until spring of the next year. Then we went to Farmington where dad worked for my father gathering salt from the lake to be refined and sold. The next fall we sold the old Howard home and we bought six acres of land on Page’s Lane in Bountiful. Here Jack was born (February 1903). We lived there for two years and in the spring of 1905 moved up to a house on the hill east of Bountiful where we spent the summer. In December of that year dad went to Davenport, Iowa, to study chiropractic. I followed with the children two months later (February 1906). We lived first at 929 Iowa Street (where Mark was born in June of that year). Then we moved to another house and in November 1907 on to Chicago. We had an eight room flat on Fulton Street and here Winnie was born (August 1908). When she was 10 days old we moved to 1732 West Congress Street. Alan was born here in June 1910. Next year, in May 1911, we moved to Maywood, Illinois, a suburb 10 miles west of Chicago, where we lived for 15 years. So I have nothing but pleasant memories of my younger years – and no regrets – except that now I realize that I could, and should, have done more for my mother. But I am sure that many women have the same regrets. I have talked to several who say the same thing. Well the years pass on and here I am 74 years old. And in spite of the heartaches and disappointments that have come to me, as they come to all, I still feel that life is good – and I wouldn’t change places with anyone. There are many compensations along the way and I am thankful for my children, my friends, and my church – along with the portion of health and strength I have. So here’s to the New Year just beginning. Whatever it brings let’s face it, unafraid. Drucilla S. Howard, January 8, 1949 My Family Record – John Fitz Alan & Drucilla Sears Howard: Married: 26 September 1895 by John R. Winder in the Salt Lake Temple Children: Gordon Maxwell: Born - 13 March 1899 in Sandy, Salt Lake County, Utah Lucie:Born - 2 March 1900 in Sandy, Utah Jessie:Born - 29 September 1901, Bountiful, Utah John Richards:Born - 7 February 1903, Bountiful, Utah Died - 31 May 1942 in Albuquerque, NM Baby Boy:Stillborn – March 1905 in Bountiful, Utah Marcus Stuart:Born – 4 June 1906 in Davenport, Iowa Winifred:Born – 5 August 1908 in Chicago, Illinois Died – 26 October 1934 in Salt Lake City, Utah Alan Sears:Born – 27 June 1910, Chicago, Illinois Died – 19 December 1933 in Denver, Colorado Richard Brooks:Born – 2 August 1912, Maywood, Illinois Died – 3 August 1912, Maywood, Illinois Lora:Born – 11 August 1913, Maywood, Illinois Died – 16 July 1933 in Salt Lake City, Utah William Sears:Born – 14 September 1915, Maywood, Illinois Died – 14 September 1915, Maywood, Illinois Lloyd Ellsworth:Born – 6 December 1916, Maywood, Illinois Baby Boy:Stillborn – September 1918, Maywood, Illinois

In February 1939 William G. Sears discovered a copy of patriarchal blessings given to John Gailey and his wife Ann Greaves Gailey in Nauvoo on June 25th 1845 by John Smith, Patriarch. In the blessing the date of Ann Greaves birth is given as Oct. 17th 1816 in Prestign, Herefordshire, England. John Gailey attended the meeting held after the martyrdom of Joseph Smith and witnessed the transformation of Brigham Young when he addressed the meeting, at which time he spoke with the voice and had the appearance of Joseph Smith. When the saints were driven from Nauvoo John and Ann Gailey went with them but they stayed in Pottowattamie, Iowa until the next year when twin babies were born to them. Both of the babies died. In the spring of 1848 they came to Utah. In the Spring of 1854 the family moved to Kaysville where they lived in a dugout for two years until they built a two-room house of adobe. At this time the family consisted of John and his wife, Mary Mills Hudson (a widow with three children) whom he married after the death of Ann Greaves in 1851. In 1853 a son was born to them (John William Gailey). So there were six children when they left Salt Lake for Kaysville, Sarah Jane, Elizabeth, and John W. Gailey – and Rosa, Thomas and George Hudson (children of Mary Mills Hudson Gailey). Mary M. Hudson Gailey used to walk from Kaysville to Salt Lake (about 18 or 20 miles) and carry butter and eggs to sell in S.L. Sometimes in the summer she would start in the evening and walk all night. After disposing of the butter and eggs she would walk back again the next day. My mother Sarah Jane Gailey Sears told me that she herself walked from Kaysville to Salt Lake and back again several times. John Gailey was one of Kaysville’s prominent citizens – holding the office of Justice of the Peace and also keeping the Estray (?) Pound for quite a long time. (Drucilla Sears Howard) (March 10, 1949) After a diligent search I learned from the Salt Lake Temple records that Ann Greaves Gailey received her endowments in the Nauvaoo Temple on Feb. 7th, 1846 - the same day that John Gailey (her husband) received his. DSH The date of Patriarchal Blessings by John Smith Patriarch, on John Gailey and wife Ann Greaves Gailey is recorded as June 25th, 1845, so they were married before Feb 7, 1846, the date they received their endowments in the Nauvoo Temple.

From the Journal of Sarah Drucilla Sears Howard (1930) Ann Greaves, wife of John Gailey and mother of my mother was born in England, but I have been unable to learn the date of her birth. (Oct 17, 1816) We of the family are of the opinion that she married grandfather prior to their leaving England. She came with him from Nauvoo to Salt Lake City in 1848 and died 11 August 1851 leaving two small daughters, Sarah Jane and Elizabeth – the first one, two years and the second, three weeks old. She lies buried in the City cemetery in Salt Lake and Will, my brother, afterwards bought the lot and had the family burial plot there. Mother always tended the grave and kept it marked with a large stone for many years. But mother’s step-mother, Mary Mills Hudson, proved to be a real mother to the little girls whose mother had left them. She gave them all the care and kindness which a real mother can give and they always looked upon her with the greatest affection and esteem. On my visits to the old Gailey home, she was always glad to see us and talk to us and I remember threading her needles for her to sew and listening to her tell of the things that mother used to do. She passed away Nov 15th 1888. D.S.H.

From the Journal of Sarah Drucilla Sears Howard (1930) Sarah Jane Gailey Sears was born May 22nd, 1849, the daughter of John and Ann Greaves Gailey. The home at this time was near the corner of 7th South and Main Street in Salt Lake City where her parents had come the year before after having been driven with the rest of the Saints from Nauvoo. Her own mother died when Sarah Jane was two years old and there was another baby girl of only three weeks old, but they found a real mother in Mary Mills Hudson, whom their father married later. Soon afterwards the family moved to Kaysville, where the father engaged in farming. In common with others of those early days in Utah, they were very poor and endured all the hardships of pioneer life. The children used to walk four miles in winter to attend school, most of the time without shoes. They would tie their feet up in pieces of buffalo skin or any other thing that would help to keep the cold out and then run until their feet would get too cold to go further, when they would untie them and rub them for awhile and then go on again. Mother had her first pair of shoes when she was fourteen years old, and at that time her father sold a cow and with the proceeds bought shoes for her and for her sister. At one time when food was very scarce the family lived on pig-weeds for six weeks without any other food. When they finally were able to get some bran to make bread there was great rejoicing. (Famine of 1856) On September 28th, 1867 she was married to Isaac Sears in the old Endowment House in Salt Lake City. Their first home which was in Kaysville, was a one-room log house with a dirt floor and homemade furniture, which consisted of a tin stove, a couple of small barrels and a box for table and chairs. The bed was made by driving a stake in the dirt floor and lacing raw hide from it to the log walls. On this was placed a mattress filled with straw. The bride had only one dress made of calico, and the groom one shirt. Mother worked in the fields gleaning wheat and doing any other work she could get to do in order to help get the clothing and other things they needed. Sometimes she washed clothes all day and received, as pay, a spool of thread which at that time cost twenty-five cents a spool. When they had two children they moved to Salt Lake and built a two room house – one upstairs and one down and in the little upstairs room the third child a boy, and also the fourth, a girl, were born. Later on the house was added upon until there were nine rooms and the family of nine grew up and only left there when they went away to make their own homes. For more than fifty years mother lived there in the Eleventh Ward. Mother was deeply religious and for many years served in the Relief Society as Counselor to Sister Bridge, also as a teacher, and I am sure if the number of visits she made to the sick and sorrowful could be recorded they would make a very large total. She was always cheerful and optimistic and her courage and sense of humor carried her over many difficulties. Her life was an inspiration to her family and friends for she was a devoted wife and a kind and loving mother. She died April 2nd, 1923. Her good deeds live after her and her children rise up and call her blessed.

John Gailey, son of William and Eleanor Gailey was born Nov. 19th 1814, in Hertfordshire England. As a boy he was very much concerned about eternity and the coming of the Son of God, but told no one about it for some time, but later when some preachers came, calling themselves Primitive Methodists and holding forth salvation through Christ by faith alone, he finally joined them and became a member of their church. A short time later some of them separated from the rest and formed another sect, calling themselves United Brethren and John joined with them as a local preacher. He preached on Sundays for more than a year, when the leader, Thomas Kings ton asked him to give all his time to the ministry - which he did. This was in 1836. In the year 1840 Elder Wilford Woodruff visited this section and preached to the United Brethren the fullness of the Gospel as revealed in these last days, and baptized all of them, (about 600 in all.) On the 24th of March 1840 John Gailey was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and later ordained a priest. On the same evening after his baptism he accompanied Elder Woodruff to his appointment to preach. From this time on he continued to preach and baptize, and in his diary he speaks of twenty-six people who were converted and baptized by him. He also writes of the many wonderful blessings and manifestations of Divine Power which he witnessed. But here the things which he set down on paper ends and we must fill in the rest from what his children and others remember. It is not known just when he left England but it was probably sometime in the early 1840's. [John left Liverpool along with his mother and Ann Greaves whose parents were very angry with John for enticing their young daughter to accompany him to America. Ann was 26 years of age and they were passengers numbers 32, 33 and 34 aboard the Yorkshire when they sailed to America. John listed his occupation as farmer and he was 29. They landed in New Orleans on May 10, 1843.] At any rate he was with the Saints when they were driven from Nauvoo and came with his wife, Ann Greaves, to Salt Lake City, arriving in the year 1848. (Ann Greaves Gailey gave birth to twins, both of them died in the winter of 1846-47). In the year 1849 their first child Sarah Jane Gailey was born and two years later another daughter, Elizabeth was born and when this youngest child was three weeks old the mother [Ann] died. Grandfather Gailey was at the meeting in Nauvoo at the time of the martyrdom of the Prophet Joseph Smith when Brigham Young stood up to speak to the congregation and he spoke with the voice and had the appearance of Joseph Smith. Some time later John Gailey married a widow, Mary Mills Hudson, who had come from England with her three children George, Rosa, and Thomas Hudson. The family resided in Salt Lake City until about the year 1854 when they moved to Kaysville, Davis County, Utah where John spent the remainder of his life, working as a farmer. Grandfather Gailey married Elizabeth Treganna Henwood - June 20, 1860. They had 5 sons, Edwin, David, Heber C., Willard and Ernest. She [Elizabeth] died Jan. 8th 1876 and on June 27 - 1877 he married Ann Noble Wilmot (a widow) in the St. George Temple. She died Feb. 9th 1900. He endured all the hardships incident to pioneer life and together with his family became known for his sturdy and dependable qualities and for his unswerving faith in the gospel which he had espoused. He died March 31st 1887 at the ripe age of 73 years. Personal Recollections Grandfather Gailey died while I was still a little girl but I have a very vivid recollection of him and loved to be with him. He always seemed to me to be so very large and kindly and I remember how he used to put me up on his shoulders and carry me out to the apple orchard so that I might reach and pick the apples from the trees in his orchard on the old farm in Kaysville. Also I used to sit on the back porch and watch him take the honey from the hives and later he would give me a piece of honey in the comb to eat. Also I remember sitting on his knee in the evening and eating popcorn and apples and molasses candy while the boys (Uncle Will, Uncle Earn and the others) would sing songs and play checkers and grandfather would join in all of it. And to ride with him in his closed carriage lined with red and drawn by a pair of tan colored mules was a real treat. D.S.H. [Information from John Gailey’s person journal now in the archives of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints also from the pages of Drucilla Sears Howard’s personal journal]

DRUCILLA SEARS HOWARD Born 20 December 1874 Salt Lake City, Utah Daughter of Isaac Sears & Sarah Jane Gailey Mother’s (Sarah) parents were John and Ann Greaves Gailey. They joined the Church in England in 1840 and came to Nauvoo soon after. They were there at the time of the martyrdom of Joseph and Hyrum Smith – and were driven out of the city along with the rest of the Saints who would not renounce their religion. Grandfather (John Gailey) attended the meeting when Brigham Young spoke to the people and was transfigured so that he had the appearance and spoke with the voice of their martyred prophet. Grandfather and Grandmother Gailey stayed in Iowa until the following year and then came on to Utah in 1848. While in Iowa twin babies were born to them but both died. In 1849 my mother Sarah Jane was born and in 1851 another daughter, Elizabeth, was born. The mother (Ann) died three weeks later. The family lived in Salt Lake City until the year 1854 when they moved (north) to Kaysville. Previous to this time John Gailey had married a widow, Mary Mills Hudson, who had three children: George, Thomas and Rosa Hudson. One son was born to them: John W. Gailey. My father’s parents were John and Sarah Wagstaff Sears. They joined the Church in England in 1849 and came to Utah in 1864 bringing four of their children with them. My father Isaac had emigrated the year before in 1863. He was then seventeen years of age and walked all the way across the plains. He was sent on to southern Utah to work for a family there until his parents arrived the following year. They also lived in Kaysville for a few years and it was here that father met my mother. They were married 28 September 1967 and moved to Salt Lake City in 1872, establishing their home on 2nd South between 7th and 8th East Streets. Here they resided the rest of their lives. And so my four grandparents and my father were all pioneers having arrived in Utah before the advent of the railroad in 1869. Their first (father and mother: Isaac and Sarah Sears) house in Salt Lake consisted of two rooms – one above the other – and built of adobe. Father and mother and the two eldest children lived in a tent while father built the house. Before they could move in to the home the baby (Isaac John) died. My brother William was born in the little room upstairs in February 1873 and I followed him in December 1874. I am not sure that any of the others were born in that little upstairs room but I think likely that my sisters Etta and Jessie were. Those stairs were so steep I don’t see how mother ever managed to climb them. Altogether 12 children were born to mother: six boys and six girls. Three of the boys died when very young so there were nine children who grew up together. In 1879 father built an addition to the house – a two story adobe with four large rooms. Seven years later still another addition was made – this time of brick and consisting of a large dining room, kitchen, and bathroom. Also at this time (1886) we had a boiler attached to the kitchen range to heat water for bathing, washing, and dishwashing. Before this time (about 1882) we also had a telephone (one of the first in the residential district). The lot on which our house was built extended half way through the block and we had an orchard at the back with all kinds of fruit trees. Once a week we had our turn for irrigation water, which ran down the ditch between the sidewalk and street. We also had a cow and pig and chickens. Mother had a feather bed to sleep on but the rest of us had a mattress filled with straw. Every spring we would go upstairs and push the straw mattresses through the windows. Then they were emptied and filled again with new straw after which they must be carried upstairs again. Such a lot of work! The carpets too were taken up and cleaned and new straw put under them again. Everybody had to help but I don’t remember anyone feeling sorry about it. We had a lot of fun along with the work. Mother and father were always good-natured and saw to it that we had a good time. Father kept a feed and grain store in downtown Salt Lake and two teams or horses were kept to deliver hay and grain. There were three large barns in the back yard – also a sheep shed. Father was also a sheep man and some of my happiest memories are of those spent in East Canyon where the sheep were kept in the summer. We would go up there at shearing time and live in tents and watch the men shear the sheep. We would climb the mountains and bathe in the canyon stream. In the evening the men would build a big campfire and would sit around it and play their banjos and guitars and sing songs. How we children loved it! Sometimes the sheepherders would bring thirty or more sheep at a time to be sold for mutton. While they were in the corrals (my brother) Will and I used to ride them. We would go in the corral and each would grab a sheep and get on his back. The sheep would run and go up against the fence and try to scrape us off. But we would hold tight to the wool until we had had enough of a ride. Sometimes our legs would get all skinned up against the fence. We went to the lake, the canyons, and all the concerts and plays in the ward. And when we were older: the Salt Lake Theater. That was real enchantment as some f the best and finest actors and actresses came there to perform. Mother had her own horse and we could hitch it to the double-seated buggy anytime. “Old Roan” (strawberry roan) was the horse we used most. I can’t remember when father bought him but we had him until he was too old and stiff to work. Even then father kept him for a long time. When the day finally came that a man came and led him out of the lane yard I ran to mother to ask, “where the man was taking him?” She answered that he was taking him out to the pasture but I saw tears in her eyes as she turned her head away. But I didn’t know for a long time afterward that he was really taking him away to kill him. One of the things I liked best was to go in the family buggy with father and mother and the rest of the family for a ride up to Fort Douglas to watch the soldiers parade and to listen to the music of the band. That was a real thrill. There would be at least one big circus a year and the circus was held on the old 8th Ward Square where the City and County building now stands. That block also was used for many years as the terminal of the covered wagon trains as they reached Salt Lake. The people already here would go there to meet their friends and relatives who were arriving. I remember mother telling of seeing them unload one of the wagons there and as they lifted out a rocking chair one of the women immediately sat in it and started rocking. But about the circus: we always went. One reason perhaps was because father sold hay and grain to them for the horses and elephants and so the circus people gave tickets to him. But the free parade through the downtown district was almost as good as the circus. It was exciting too because often the horses, driven by the citizens, would be frightened by the elephants. Father always stood and held the bridles of our horses and talked to them so that they would stand and not run away. Mother and Father saw plenty of hard times when they were younger but I can’t say that I remember any hard times as a child. We always had plenty of good food on the table and good clothes to wear and comfortable home to live in. Father would hire a man to haul logs from the canyons for fuel. Then there was an elderly man who used to come and saw the wood in to lengths for the stoves and fireplace. He sang songs for us when we asked him to - and we always asked. Of course we had coal to burn as well as plenty of wood. We used to have a year’s supply of food always. Getting ready for the winter was June for us children and lots of work for mother. The cellar shelves were filled with jars of fruit and there was a barrel of cider, one of molasses (and) one of mincemeat. And also we had potatoes, cabbage, and other vegetables. Plenty of apples also to eat as we sat around the fire in the evenings. The apples and molasses candy and popcorn constituted our refreshments for parties as well as for the family. I started going to school when I was five years old. I coaxed so hard to go along with my older brother and sister that the teacher told mother to let me go too – (that) “I would soon get tired of it and want to stay home.” I never did though. I kept right on. IN those days the schools weren’t graded and we progressed from the primer up to the 5th Reader. Usually two teachers taught the whole school and the parents paid a stipulated amount each month – according to the number of subjects studied or the age of the child. I remember carrying the check that father gave me to give to the teacher. It was not until I was about 13 years old that the schools were graded and at that time a Church school was opened in the old Social Hall on State Street. I started to attend school there in 1887. Brother James E. Talmage had been sent up to Salt Lake from the B.Y.U. at Provo to be principal of the school and for about three years I had him for a teacher. I have always considered this a real privilege and I think I learned more about the Gospel and the Church during that time than in all the rest of my school years. Brother Talmage was a real inspiration to me and to many of the others also I am sure. As a child I watched the building of the Salt Lake Temp and we children used to contribute our nickels and dimes – generally through the Primary – to assist in its erection. When the towers were were being built we (my friend Louie Felt and I) climbed up to the top work tower where a man we knew was working. The tower was ready for the capstone to be laid and this workman, David Cameron, asked us if “we would like to stand on top of the tower before the Angel Moroni was put there?” “Of course!” we said we would so he helped us in turn to step up and onto the top. There was scaffolding built all around it but as I remember it we stood above the scaffolding – Brother Cameron holding each of us in turn by the hand. It was a long way up from the ground and I remember how my knees were shaking as we climbed down to the ground again. I was about 17 or 18 years old at this time. One of the things that stand out in my memory is the night when father came and woke us up to see the comet in the eastern sky. It was a marvelous sight and we knelt at the window shivering as we watched it. To me it looked like a golden dinner plate with numberless strings of gold beads streaming from it as it traveled across the sky. It looked so near to us and I have never since seen anything that even remotely resembled it – can’t remember how old I was at the time but I was just a child – maybe 8 or 10 years old. I loved to play ball. In fact, I believe it was my favorite game. But we had so many games to play. In the winter we’d play fox and geese in the snow. And then there were always sleigh rides – either in a cutter or bobsleigh or just on our sleds. I think we had as much fun in the winter as in the summer. But the years slip away and first thing we know we are grown-up. And now we change our ways to some extent at least. I remember telling my Grandmother Sears, who lived next door and to whom I carried a small pail of milk each evening – that “I wished I wouldn’t grow-up – I’d rather be just a girl.” And she laughed and said, “we all have to grow up my girl.” My brother Will used to take me to the dances at first. We all learned to dance at home to the music of father’s accordion. We had a large dining room, 17 x 20, and the floor was covered with linoleum. After the supper dishes were done we would push the dining table against the wall and father would get his accordion and start to play. We learned to dance the polka and waltz and the square dances so that when we were old enough to go to the regular dances we weren’t afraid to try. I had been to the lake and other places where we danced with different young men in the ward. But I had never taken any of them seriously until a young man by the name of John Howard appeared on the scene. His family lived in the 20th Ward and he came to our ward, the 11th, to reside temporarily. The first time I saw him was at Sunday School. The next Wednesday evening Louie Felt (my chum) told me to come with my brother Will to her home to spend the evening – and he (John) was there along with a few others. We played games and had a good time and when Will and I went home J.H. went with us. The next Sunday he walked home from Sunday School with me and in the evening walked with me from evening meeting. When we reached the gate he asked me if I’d care to go to a dance with him the next Friday night in the 21st Ward. So that’s how it all began. From that time one we “went steady” as we used to say. For two years I saw him two or three times a week and we went to dances, to the theater, to the canyons and everywhere together. My brother Will went on a mission to Samoa soon after this started and as he had a horse he drove for a light buggy we used to make good use of it. John had a buggy but no horse. So he would go up to his home and bring the buggy down to our house (walking between the shafts) much to the amusement of the neighbors. Other times he would come to our house first and put the harness on the horse and drive it up to 4th Avenue where the buggy was. And always, in the summer, he would bring me a bouquet of flowers. Then in the summer of 1895 he received a call to go on a mission. I wanted to wait until he came back before getting married. But he convinced me that he would be too old (?) by that time (he was 25 – nearly 26 – and I was 20). And so they (we) were married. I had learned shorthand and typewriting that summer and all the while he was away I worked as a stenographer for John M. Cannon, a lawyer, and brother of Nova Cannon, an old friend. She was the same age as I and engaged to be married to a young man who was also on a mission. And so for the next two years and more she and I kept each other company. No more dances – but we saw all the good plays at the Salt Lake Theater. And afterwards we either wen to her home or mine to sleep. Charles Burton was manager of the theater and also was a cashier in the bank in the building where we worked (she in the bank and I upstairs) – he always gave us tickets to see the plays. Places we have lived: First we (John and I) built a house about a mile east of Sandy on the 160 acres, which Grandfather Howard used to own. He had mortgaged it for $1,000. Before dad (John) left for his mission to Switzerland (November 1895) he had bought-up the mortgage. Then a family, who had lived on the property for seven years, without paying rent, claimed it. Also there were others who had liens on it by virtue of having paid taxes when it was sold for delinquent taxes. I had to bring suit against all these people which dad had instructed me to do before he left. He had given me Power of Attorney for this purpose. So when he returned from his mission he wanted to go out there to live and go in the to the chicken business. We had $2,500, which his father’s aunt in England had given us. We built a five-room brick home, with cellar, and fenced, with chicken coops, incubator, etc. But we didn’t know much about raising chickens and lost considerable money in learning. Then too, dad’s father was very unhappy about us having the place as he thought it should belong to him. So after three years, during which time our first two children, Gordon and Lucie, were born, we decided to let him and his family have the place. And in exchange we took his little home at 515 4th Avenue, Salt Lake City. I stayed at mother’s in our old home at 756 East 2nd South for about two weeks. And it was here that Jessie was born. We lived in the old Howard home until spring of the next year. Then we went to Farmington where dad worked for my father gathering salt from the lake to be refined and sold. The next fall we sold the old Howard home and we bought six acres of land on Page’s Lane in Bountiful. Here Jack was born (February 1903). We lived there for two years and in the spring of 1905 moved up to a house on the hill east of Bountiful where we spent the summer. In December of that year dad went to Davenport, Iowa, to study chiropractic. I followed with the children two months later (February 1906). We lived first at 929 Iowa Street (where Mark was born in June of that year). Then we moved to another house and in November 1907 on to Chicago. We had an eight room flat on Fulton Street and here Winnie was born (August 1908). When she was 10 days old we moved to 1732 West Congress Street. Alan was born here in June 1910. Next year, in May 1911, we moved to Maywood, Illinois, a suburb 10 miles west of Chicago, where we lived for 15 years. So I have nothing but pleasant memories of my younger years – and no regrets – except that now I realize that I could, and should, have done more for my mother. But I am sure that many women have the same regrets. I have talked to several who say the same thing. Well the years pass on and here I am 74 years old. And in spite of the heartaches and disappointments that have come to me, as they come to all, I still feel that life is good – and I wouldn’t change places with anyone. There are many compensations along the way and I am thankful for my children, my friends, and my church – along with the portion of health and strength I have. So here’s to the New Year just beginning. Whatever it brings let’s face it, unafraid. Drucilla S. Howard, January 8, 1949 My Family Record – John Fitz Alan & Drucilla Sears Howard: Married: 26 September 1895 by John R. Winder in the Salt Lake Temple Children: Gordon Maxwell: Born - 13 March 1899 in Sandy, Salt Lake County, Utah Lucie:Born - 2 March 1900 in Sandy, Utah Jessie:Born - 29 September 1901, Bountiful, Utah John Richards:Born - 7 February 1903, Bountiful, Utah Died - 31 May 1942 in Albuquerque, NM Baby Boy:Stillborn – March 1905 in Bountiful, Utah Marcus Stuart:Born – 4 June 1906 in Davenport, Iowa Winifred:Born – 5 August 1908 in Chicago, Illinois Died – 26 October 1934 in Salt Lake City, Utah Alan Sears:Born – 27 June 1910, Chicago, Illinois Died – 19 December 1933 in Denver, Colorado Richard Brooks:Born – 2 August 1912, Maywood, Illinois Died – 3 August 1912, Maywood, Illinois Lora:Born – 11 August 1913, Maywood, Illinois Died – 16 July 1933 in Salt Lake City, Utah William Sears:Born – 14 September 1915, Maywood, Illinois Died – 14 September 1915, Maywood, Illinois Lloyd Ellsworth:Born – 6 December 1916, Maywood, Illinois Baby Boy:Stillborn – September 1918, Maywood, Illinois

In February 1939 William G. Sears discovered a copy of patriarchal blessings given to John Gailey and his wife Ann Greaves Gailey in Nauvoo on June 25th 1845 by John Smith, Patriarch. In the blessing the date of Ann Greaves birth is given as Oct. 17th 1816 in Prestign, Herefordshire, England. John Gailey attended the meeting held after the martyrdom of Joseph Smith and witnessed the transformation of Brigham Young when he addressed the meeting, at which time he spoke with the voice and had the appearance of Joseph Smith. When the saints were driven from Nauvoo John and Ann Gailey went with them but they stayed in Pottowattamie, Iowa until the next year when twin babies were born to them. Both of the babies died. In the spring of 1848 they came to Utah. In the Spring of 1854 the family moved to Kaysville where they lived in a dugout for two years until they built a two-room house of adobe. At this time the family consisted of John and his wife, Mary Mills Hudson (a widow with three children) whom he married after the death of Ann Greaves in 1851. In 1853 a son was born to them (John William Gailey). So there were six children when they left Salt Lake for Kaysville, Sarah Jane, Elizabeth, and John W. Gailey – and Rosa, Thomas and George Hudson (children of Mary Mills Hudson Gailey). Mary M. Hudson Gailey used to walk from Kaysville to Salt Lake (about 18 or 20 miles) and carry butter and eggs to sell in S.L. Sometimes in the summer she would start in the evening and walk all night. After disposing of the butter and eggs she would walk back again the next day. My mother Sarah Jane Gailey Sears told me that she herself walked from Kaysville to Salt Lake and back again several times. John Gailey was one of Kaysville’s prominent citizens – holding the office of Justice of the Peace and also keeping the Estray (?) Pound for quite a long time. (Drucilla Sears Howard) (March 10, 1949) After a diligent search I learned from the Salt Lake Temple records that Ann Greaves Gailey received her endowments in the Nauvaoo Temple on Feb. 7th, 1846 - the same day that John Gailey (her husband) received his. DSH The date of Patriarchal Blessings by John Smith Patriarch, on John Gailey and wife Ann Greaves Gailey is recorded as June 25th, 1845, so they were married before Feb 7, 1846, the date they received their endowments in the Nauvoo Temple.

From the Journal of Sarah Drucilla Sears Howard (1930) Ann Greaves, wife of John Gailey and mother of my mother was born in England, but I have been unable to learn the date of her birth. (Oct 17, 1816) We of the family are of the opinion that she married grandfather prior to their leaving England. She came with him from Nauvoo to Salt Lake City in 1848 and died 11 August 1851 leaving two small daughters, Sarah Jane and Elizabeth – the first one, two years and the second, three weeks old. She lies buried in the City cemetery in Salt Lake and Will, my brother, afterwards bought the lot and had the family burial plot there. Mother always tended the grave and kept it marked with a large stone for many years. But mother’s step-mother, Mary Mills Hudson, proved to be a real mother to the little girls whose mother had left them. She gave them all the care and kindness which a real mother can give and they always looked upon her with the greatest affection and esteem. On my visits to the old Gailey home, she was always glad to see us and talk to us and I remember threading her needles for her to sew and listening to her tell of the things that mother used to do. She passed away Nov 15th 1888. D.S.H.

From the Journal of Sarah Drucilla Sears Howard (1930) Sarah Jane Gailey Sears was born May 22nd, 1849, the daughter of John and Ann Greaves Gailey. The home at this time was near the corner of 7th South and Main Street in Salt Lake City where her parents had come the year before after having been driven with the rest of the Saints from Nauvoo. Her own mother died when Sarah Jane was two years old and there was another baby girl of only three weeks old, but they found a real mother in Mary Mills Hudson, whom their father married later. Soon afterwards the family moved to Kaysville, where the father engaged in farming. In common with others of those early days in Utah, they were very poor and endured all the hardships of pioneer life. The children used to walk four miles in winter to attend school, most of the time without shoes. They would tie their feet up in pieces of buffalo skin or any other thing that would help to keep the cold out and then run until their feet would get too cold to go further, when they would untie them and rub them for awhile and then go on again. Mother had her first pair of shoes when she was fourteen years old, and at that time her father sold a cow and with the proceeds bought shoes for her and for her sister. At one time when food was very scarce the family lived on pig-weeds for six weeks without any other food. When they finally were able to get some bran to make bread there was great rejoicing. (Famine of 1856) On September 28th, 1867 she was married to Isaac Sears in the old Endowment House in Salt Lake City. Their first home which was in Kaysville, was a one-room log house with a dirt floor and homemade furniture, which consisted of a tin stove, a couple of small barrels and a box for table and chairs. The bed was made by driving a stake in the dirt floor and lacing raw hide from it to the log walls. On this was placed a mattress filled with straw. The bride had only one dress made of calico, and the groom one shirt. Mother worked in the fields gleaning wheat and doing any other work she could get to do in order to help get the clothing and other things they needed. Sometimes she washed clothes all day and received, as pay, a spool of thread which at that time cost twenty-five cents a spool. When they had two children they moved to Salt Lake and built a two room house – one upstairs and one down and in the little upstairs room the third child a boy, and also the fourth, a girl, were born. Later on the house was added upon until there were nine rooms and the family of nine grew up and only left there when they went away to make their own homes. For more than fifty years mother lived there in the Eleventh Ward. Mother was deeply religious and for many years served in the Relief Society as Counselor to Sister Bridge, also as a teacher, and I am sure if the number of visits she made to the sick and sorrowful could be recorded they would make a very large total. She was always cheerful and optimistic and her courage and sense of humor carried her over many difficulties. Her life was an inspiration to her family and friends for she was a devoted wife and a kind and loving mother. She died April 2nd, 1923. Her good deeds live after her and her children rise up and call her blessed.

John Gailey, son of William and Eleanor Gailey was born Nov. 19th 1814, in Hertfordshire England. As a boy he was very much concerned about eternity and the coming of the Son of God, but told no one about it for some time, but later when some preachers came, calling themselves Primitive Methodists and holding forth salvation through Christ by faith alone, he finally joined them and became a member of their church. A short time later some of them separated from the rest and formed another sect, calling themselves United Brethren and John joined with them as a local preacher. He preached on Sundays for more than a year, when the leader, Thomas Kings ton asked him to give all his time to the ministry - which he did. This was in 1836. In the year 1840 Elder Wilford Woodruff visited this section and preached to the United Brethren the fullness of the Gospel as revealed in these last days, and baptized all of them, (about 600 in all.) On the 24th of March 1840 John Gailey was baptized and confirmed a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and later ordained a priest. On the same evening after his baptism he accompanied Elder Woodruff to his appointment to preach. From this time on he continued to preach and baptize, and in his diary he speaks of twenty-six people who were converted and baptized by him. He also writes of the many wonderful blessings and manifestations of Divine Power which he witnessed. But here the things which he set down on paper ends and we must fill in the rest from what his children and others remember. It is not known just when he left England but it was probably sometime in the early 1840's. [John left Liverpool along with his mother and Ann Greaves whose parents were very angry with John for enticing their young daughter to accompany him to America. Ann was 26 years of age and they were passengers numbers 32, 33 and 34 aboard the Yorkshire when they sailed to America. John listed his occupation as farmer and he was 29. They landed in New Orleans on May 10, 1843.] At any rate he was with the Saints when they were driven from Nauvoo and came with his wife, Ann Greaves, to Salt Lake City, arriving in the year 1848. (Ann Greaves Gailey gave birth to twins, both of them died in the winter of 1846-47). In the year 1849 their first child Sarah Jane Gailey was born and two years later another daughter, Elizabeth was born and when this youngest child was three weeks old the mother [Ann] died. Grandfather Gailey was at the meeting in Nauvoo at the time of the martyrdom of the Prophet Joseph Smith when Brigham Young stood up to speak to the congregation and he spoke with the voice and had the appearance of Joseph Smith. Some time later John Gailey married a widow, Mary Mills Hudson, who had come from England with her three children George, Rosa, and Thomas Hudson. The family resided in Salt Lake City until about the year 1854 when they moved to Kaysville, Davis County, Utah where John spent the remainder of his life, working as a farmer. Grandfather Gailey married Elizabeth Treganna Henwood - June 20, 1860. They had 5 sons, Edwin, David, Heber C., Willard and Ernest. She [Elizabeth] died Jan. 8th 1876 and on June 27 - 1877 he married Ann Noble Wilmot (a widow) in the St. George Temple. She died Feb. 9th 1900. He endured all the hardships incident to pioneer life and together with his family became known for his sturdy and dependable qualities and for his unswerving faith in the gospel which he had espoused. He died March 31st 1887 at the ripe age of 73 years. Personal Recollections Grandfather Gailey died while I was still a little girl but I have a very vivid recollection of him and loved to be with him. He always seemed to me to be so very large and kindly and I remember how he used to put me up on his shoulders and carry me out to the apple orchard so that I might reach and pick the apples from the trees in his orchard on the old farm in Kaysville. Also I used to sit on the back porch and watch him take the honey from the hives and later he would give me a piece of honey in the comb to eat. Also I remember sitting on his knee in the evening and eating popcorn and apples and molasses candy while the boys (Uncle Will, Uncle Earn and the others) would sing songs and play checkers and grandfather would join in all of it. And to ride with him in his closed carriage lined with red and drawn by a pair of tan colored mules was a real treat. D.S.H. [Information from John Gailey’s person journal now in the archives of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints also from the pages of Drucilla Sears Howard’s personal journal]

DRUCILLA SEARS HOWARD Born 20 December 1874 Salt Lake City, Utah Daughter of Isaac Sears & Sarah Jane Gailey Mother’s (Sarah) parents were John and Ann Greaves Gailey. They joined the Church in England in 1840 and came to Nauvoo soon after. They were there at the time of the martyrdom of Joseph and Hyrum Smith – and were driven out of the city along with the rest of the Saints who would not renounce their religion. Grandfather (John Gailey) attended the meeting when Brigham Young spoke to the people and was transfigured so that he had the appearance and spoke with the voice of their martyred prophet. Grandfather and Grandmother Gailey stayed in Iowa until the following year and then came on to Utah in 1848. While in Iowa twin babies were born to them but both died. In 1849 my mother Sarah Jane was born and in 1851 another daughter, Elizabeth, was born. The mother (Ann) died three weeks later. The family lived in Salt Lake City until the year 1854 when they moved (north) to Kaysville. Previous to this time John Gailey had married a widow, Mary Mills Hudson, who had three children: George, Thomas and Rosa Hudson. One son was born to them: John W. Gailey. My father’s parents were John and Sarah Wagstaff Sears. They joined the Church in England in 1849 and came to Utah in 1864 bringing four of their children with them. My father Isaac had emigrated the year before in 1863. He was then seventeen years of age and walked all the way across the plains. He was sent on to southern Utah to work for a family there until his parents arrived the following year. They also lived in Kaysville for a few years and it was here that father met my mother. They were married 28 September 1967 and moved to Salt Lake City in 1872, establishing their home on 2nd South between 7th and 8th East Streets. Here they resided the rest of their lives. And so my four grandparents and my father were all pioneers having arrived in Utah before the advent of the railroad in 1869. Their first (father and mother: Isaac and Sarah Sears) house in Salt Lake consisted of two rooms – one above the other – and built of adobe. Father and mother and the two eldest children lived in a tent while father built the house. Before they could move in to the home the baby (Isaac John) died. My brother William was born in the little room upstairs in February 1873 and I followed him in December 1874. I am not sure that any of the others were born in that little upstairs room but I think likely that my sisters Etta and Jessie were. Those stairs were so steep I don’t see how mother ever managed to climb them. Altogether 12 children were born to mother: six boys and six girls. Three of the boys died when very young so there were nine children who grew up together. In 1879 father built an addition to the house – a two story adobe with four large rooms. Seven years later still another addition was made – this time of brick and consisting of a large dining room, kitchen, and bathroom. Also at this time (1886) we had a boiler attached to the kitchen range to heat water for bathing, washing, and dishwashing. Before this time (about 1882) we also had a telephone (one of the first in the residential district). The lot on which our house was built extended half way through the block and we had an orchard at the back with all kinds of fruit trees. Once a week we had our turn for irrigation water, which ran down the ditch between the sidewalk and street. We also had a cow and pig and chickens. Mother had a feather bed to sleep on but the rest of us had a mattress filled with straw. Every spring we would go upstairs and push the straw mattresses through the windows. Then they were emptied and filled again with new straw after which they must be carried upstairs again. Such a lot of work! The carpets too were taken up and cleaned and new straw put under them again. Everybody had to help but I don’t remember anyone feeling sorry about it. We had a lot of fun along with the work. Mother and father were always good-natured and saw to it that we had a good time. Father kept a feed and grain store in downtown Salt Lake and two teams or horses were kept to deliver hay and grain. There were three large barns in the back yard – also a sheep shed. Father was also a sheep man and some of my happiest memories are of those spent in East Canyon where the sheep were kept in the summer. We would go up there at shearing time and live in tents and watch the men shear the sheep. We would climb the mountains and bathe in the canyon stream. In the evening the men would build a big campfire and would sit around it and play their banjos and guitars and sing songs. How we children loved it! Sometimes the sheepherders would bring thirty or more sheep at a time to be sold for mutton. While they were in the corrals (my brother) Will and I used to ride them. We would go in the corral and each would grab a sheep and get on his back. The sheep would run and go up against the fence and try to scrape us off. But we would hold tight to the wool until we had had enough of a ride. Sometimes our legs would get all skinned up against the fence. We went to the lake, the canyons, and all the concerts and plays in the ward. And when we were older: the Salt Lake Theater. That was real enchantment as some f the best and finest actors and actresses came there to perform. Mother had her own horse and we could hitch it to the double-seated buggy anytime. “Old Roan” (strawberry roan) was the horse we used most. I can’t remember when father bought him but we had him until he was too old and stiff to work. Even then father kept him for a long time. When the day finally came that a man came and led him out of the lane yard I ran to mother to ask, “where the man was taking him?” She answered that he was taking him out to the pasture but I saw tears in her eyes as she turned her head away. But I didn’t know for a long time afterward that he was really taking him away to kill him. One of the things I liked best was to go in the family buggy with father and mother and the rest of the family for a ride up to Fort Douglas to watch the soldiers parade and to listen to the music of the band. That was a real thrill. There would be at least one big circus a year and the circus was held on the old 8th Ward Square where the City and County building now stands. That block also was used for many years as the terminal of the covered wagon trains as they reached Salt Lake. The people already here would go there to meet their friends and relatives who were arriving. I remember mother telling of seeing them unload one of the wagons there and as they lifted out a rocking chair one of the women immediately sat in it and started rocking. But about the circus: we always went. One reason perhaps was because father sold hay and grain to them for the horses and elephants and so the circus people gave tickets to him. But the free parade through the downtown district was almost as good as the circus. It was exciting too because often the horses, driven by the citizens, would be frightened by the elephants. Father always stood and held the bridles of our horses and talked to them so that they would stand and not run away. Mother and Father saw plenty of hard times when they were younger but I can’t say that I remember any hard times as a child. We always had plenty of good food on the table and good clothes to wear and comfortable home to live in. Father would hire a man to haul logs from the canyons for fuel. Then there was an elderly man who used to come and saw the wood in to lengths for the stoves and fireplace. He sang songs for us when we asked him to - and we always asked. Of course we had coal to burn as well as plenty of wood. We used to have a year’s supply of food always. Getting ready for the winter was June for us children and lots of work for mother. The cellar shelves were filled with jars of fruit and there was a barrel of cider, one of molasses (and) one of mincemeat. And also we had potatoes, cabbage, and other vegetables. Plenty of apples also to eat as we sat around the fire in the evenings. The apples and molasses candy and popcorn constituted our refreshments for parties as well as for the family. I started going to school when I was five years old. I coaxed so hard to go along with my older brother and sister that the teacher told mother to let me go too – (that) “I would soon get tired of it and want to stay home.” I never did though. I kept right on. IN those days the schools weren’t graded and we progressed from the primer up to the 5th Reader. Usually two teachers taught the whole school and the parents paid a stipulated amount each month – according to the number of subjects studied or the age of the child. I remember carrying the check that father gave me to give to the teacher. It was not until I was about 13 years old that the schools were graded and at that time a Church school was opened in the old Social Hall on State Street. I started to attend school there in 1887. Brother James E. Talmage had been sent up to Salt Lake from the B.Y.U. at Provo to be principal of the school and for about three years I had him for a teacher. I have always considered this a real privilege and I think I learned more about the Gospel and the Church during that time than in all the rest of my school years. Brother Talmage was a real inspiration to me and to many of the others also I am sure. As a child I watched the building of the Salt Lake Temp and we children used to contribute our nickels and dimes – generally through the Primary – to assist in its erection. When the towers were were being built we (my friend Louie Felt and I) climbed up to the top work tower where a man we knew was working. The tower was ready for the capstone to be laid and this workman, David Cameron, asked us if “we would like to stand on top of the tower before the Angel Moroni was put there?” “Of course!” we said we would so he helped us in turn to step up and onto the top. There was scaffolding built all around it but as I remember it we stood above the scaffolding – Brother Cameron holding each of us in turn by the hand. It was a long way up from the ground and I remember how my knees were shaking as we climbed down to the ground again. I was about 17 or 18 years old at this time. One of the things that stand out in my memory is the night when father came and woke us up to see the comet in the eastern sky. It was a marvelous sight and we knelt at the window shivering as we watched it. To me it looked like a golden dinner plate with numberless strings of gold beads streaming from it as it traveled across the sky. It looked so near to us and I have never since seen anything that even remotely resembled it – can’t remember how old I was at the time but I was just a child – maybe 8 or 10 years old. I loved to play ball. In fact, I believe it was my favorite game. But we had so many games to play. In the winter we’d play fox and geese in the snow. And then there were always sleigh rides – either in a cutter or bobsleigh or just on our sleds. I think we had as much fun in the winter as in the summer. But the years slip away and first thing we know we are grown-up. And now we change our ways to some extent at least. I remember telling my Grandmother Sears, who lived next door and to whom I carried a small pail of milk each evening – that “I wished I wouldn’t grow-up – I’d rather be just a girl.” And she laughed and said, “we all have to grow up my girl.” My brother Will used to take me to the dances at first. We all learned to dance at home to the music of father’s accordion. We had a large dining room, 17 x 20, and the floor was covered with linoleum. After the supper dishes were done we would push the dining table against the wall and father would get his accordion and start to play. We learned to dance the polka and waltz and the square dances so that when we were old enough to go to the regular dances we weren’t afraid to try. I had been to the lake and other places where we danced with different young men in the ward. But I had never taken any of them seriously until a young man by the name of John Howard appeared on the scene. His family lived in the 20th Ward and he came to our ward, the 11th, to reside temporarily. The first time I saw him was at Sunday School. The next Wednesday evening Louie Felt (my chum) told me to come with my brother Will to her home to spend the evening – and he (John) was there along with a few others. We played games and had a good time and when Will and I went home J.H. went with us. The next Sunday he walked home from Sunday School with me and in the evening walked with me from evening meeting. When we reached the gate he asked me if I’d care to go to a dance with him the next Friday night in the 21st Ward. So that’s how it all began. From that time one we “went steady” as we used to say. For two years I saw him two or three times a week and we went to dances, to the theater, to the canyons and everywhere together. My brother Will went on a mission to Samoa soon after this started and as he had a horse he drove for a light buggy we used to make good use of it. John had a buggy but no horse. So he would go up to his home and bring the buggy down to our house (walking between the shafts) much to the amusement of the neighbors. Other times he would come to our house first and put the harness on the horse and drive it up to 4th Avenue where the buggy was. And always, in the summer, he would bring me a bouquet of flowers. Then in the summer of 1895 he received a call to go on a mission. I wanted to wait until he came back before getting married. But he convinced me that he would be too old (?) by that time (he was 25 – nearly 26 – and I was 20). And so they (we) were married. I had learned shorthand and typewriting that summer and all the while he was away I worked as a stenographer for John M. Cannon, a lawyer, and brother of Nova Cannon, an old friend. She was the same age as I and engaged to be married to a young man who was also on a mission. And so for the next two years and more she and I kept each other company. No more dances – but we saw all the good plays at the Salt Lake Theater. And afterwards we either wen to her home or mine to sleep. Charles Burton was manager of the theater and also was a cashier in the bank in the building where we worked (she in the bank and I upstairs) – he always gave us tickets to see the plays. Places we have lived: First we (John and I) built a house about a mile east of Sandy on the 160 acres, which Grandfather Howard used to own. He had mortgaged it for $1,000. Before dad (John) left for his mission to Switzerland (November 1895) he had bought-up the mortgage. Then a family, who had lived on the property for seven years, without paying rent, claimed it. Also there were others who had liens on it by virtue of having paid taxes when it was sold for delinquent taxes. I had to bring suit against all these people which dad had instructed me to do before he left. He had given me Power of Attorney for this purpose. So when he returned from his mission he wanted to go out there to live and go in the to the chicken business. We had $2,500, which his father’s aunt in England had given us. We built a five-room brick home, with cellar, and fenced, with chicken coops, incubator, etc. But we didn’t know much about raising chickens and lost considerable money in learning. Then too, dad’s father was very unhappy about us having the place as he thought it should belong to him. So after three years, during which time our first two children, Gordon and Lucie, were born, we decided to let him and his family have the place. And in exchange we took his little home at 515 4th Avenue, Salt Lake City. I stayed at mother’s in our old home at 756 East 2nd South for about two weeks. And it was here that Jessie was born. We lived in the old Howard home until spring of the next year. Then we went to Farmington where dad worked for my father gathering salt from the lake to be refined and sold. The next fall we sold the old Howard home and we bought six acres of land on Page’s Lane in Bountiful. Here Jack was born (February 1903). We lived there for two years and in the spring of 1905 moved up to a house on the hill east of Bountiful where we spent the summer. In December of that year dad went to Davenport, Iowa, to study chiropractic. I followed with the children two months later (February 1906). We lived first at 929 Iowa Street (where Mark was born in June of that year). Then we moved to another house and in November 1907 on to Chicago. We had an eight room flat on Fulton Street and here Winnie was born (August 1908). When she was 10 days old we moved to 1732 West Congress Street. Alan was born here in June 1910. Next year, in May 1911, we moved to Maywood, Illinois, a suburb 10 miles west of Chicago, where we lived for 15 years. So I have nothing but pleasant memories of my younger years – and no regrets – except that now I realize that I could, and should, have done more for my mother. But I am sure that many women have the same regrets. I have talked to several who say the same thing. Well the years pass on and here I am 74 years old. And in spite of the heartaches and disappointments that have come to me, as they come to all, I still feel that life is good – and I wouldn’t change places with anyone. There are many compensations along the way and I am thankful for my children, my friends, and my church – along with the portion of health and strength I have. So here’s to the New Year just beginning. Whatever it brings let’s face it, unafraid. Drucilla S. Howard, January 8, 1949 My Family Record – John Fitz Alan & Drucilla Sears Howard: Married: 26 September 1895 by John R. Winder in the Salt Lake Temple Children: Gordon Maxwell: Born - 13 March 1899 in Sandy, Salt Lake County, Utah Lucie:Born - 2 March 1900 in Sandy, Utah Jessie:Born - 29 September 1901, Bountiful, Utah John Richards:Born - 7 February 1903, Bountiful, Utah Died - 31 May 1942 in Albuquerque, NM Baby Boy:Stillborn – March 1905 in Bountiful, Utah Marcus Stuart:Born – 4 June 1906 in Davenport, Iowa Winifred:Born – 5 August 1908 in Chicago, Illinois Died – 26 October 1934 in Salt Lake City, Utah Alan Sears:Born – 27 June 1910, Chicago, Illinois Died – 19 December 1933 in Denver, Colorado Richard Brooks:Born – 2 August 1912, Maywood, Illinois Died – 3 August 1912, Maywood, Illinois Lora:Born – 11 August 1913, Maywood, Illinois Died – 16 July 1933 in Salt Lake City, Utah William Sears:Born – 14 September 1915, Maywood, Illinois Died – 14 September 1915, Maywood, Illinois Lloyd Ellsworth:Born – 6 December 1916, Maywood, Illinois Baby Boy:Stillborn – September 1918, Maywood, Illinois