Carl Erick Olend, written by Clara Charlotte Olend Dean
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This was written by Clara Charlotte Olend Dean, a daughterA short story of Carl Erick Olend (Erickson) and his wife, Matilda Agusta Jonas Swenson. They joined the L.D.S. Church in their home in Sweden (Kil Orebro). Carl Erick was born January 3, 1850. Matilda Agusta was born April 9, 1853. L.D.S. missionaries visited and converted them to the church while they were in Sweden, July 22, 1879, before they sailed for America. They had a small family of three girls - Augusta Eleanor, Hulda Matilda and Annie Theresa. The baby was three of four weeks old when they sailed. Mother learned to weave and wove a lot of cloth to sell, as well as to bring with them. Their parents were very bitter about them joining the Mormon Church and Mother's parents refused to let her come back home. They sailed on the North Sea to England and got stranded for some days on a sand reef. The weather was bad. When they got to England they boarded a large steamer. They were very sea-sick. Father would go up on deck, where he felt some better. They landed in New York, very short of money. Carl Erick's father had come to America some time before Carl Eric and Matilda, so he knew a little about America, but he didn't think that Carl Erick should have brought his wife and children with him. Grandpa helped father to get work to earn money to get on their way. They got to St. Louis. Missouri and father found work in lumber yards. Mother did cooking for the railroad workers and when they got enough money to get tickets to Salt Lake they moved on. While in St. Louis the little girls got black measles and my sister Hulda died with this disease. Father, with the help of other men made a small casket from a large tree. They cut it in two and worked enough center out to lay my sister in. Her dress was one of her everyday dresses mother had washed and pressed to lay her away in. Buried on the banks of a large river (either Missouri or Mississippi) mother would talk about it very often and wonder if her daughter had been washed up and floated down to the ocean. It was winter time and in the spring high water would come up where they lived and they had to move up on high knolls or hills. I don't remember when they came to Salt Lake, but no one they knew was there to meet them. The missionaries had promised to help them, so father hunted them up and they stayed with one for a day or so. The bishop or the Church authorities found a place until Father found work on the county court house. Lot tents were put up for houses, but so many polygamists lived there that Mother was very unhappy with it all. She was willing to go back to Sweden. Father found work at Murray Smelters and walked back and forth, but soon found a small shanty and moved the family to Murray. Mother found this to be much better. Mother had a very upsetting life with so much moving. Then Father took sick with leading from the smelters. Mother's first baby in America was a boy. She was very happy and thought that coming to America meant that she would have all boys - but that was all she got. There were four more girls born to this union. Father wanted more land and it was told that there was lots of land in Wyoming. So he sold out and moved to Wyoming with six girls and one boy. We left Salt Lake in November. Mother had us girls and Frank went with father. They went through the hills with horses and a wagon loaded with food and some furniture and few household belongings we needed. It took one week to go by team and wagon (1895). We went by railroad and landed in Carter, Wyoming, 10 miles from Ft. Bridger. The weather was very cold and we were hungry. We got to Ft. Bridger in the early morning and stopped with our friends, who had moved before us. It wasn't very many weeks before father a lovely log house made for us to move into. Mother was happy to know it was her own and she was through moving. There were seven Mormon families in the valley and six or seven miles between us. There was no ward for some time, but mother and father were very religious and we had what we called family nights, sang songs, prayed and enjoyed it. People started moving in and making their homes and getting a ward organized. Father was the Sunday School Superintendent for some time. We had Sunday School in our home. A colony of people from Minersville moved in and made the ward much bigger, but the ward house was five miles for us to travel to church. Even so, we didn't miss many Sundays. This ward was called Owens Ward, then later the name was changed to Lyman and has held its name to this day. Samuel R. Brough was our first bishop, with Carl Gus Youngberg as 1st counselor and Nephi Marshall as 2nd counselor. They were very good men.Father's farm didn't produce enough, so he took to peddling vegetables, eggs and butter that he hunted up among the farmers to make a load. Sometimes he would take a load of baled hay and bring back coal. His destination was to the coal mines. One on the west of Bridger was Spring Valley, 20 miles or more, and Cumberland on the north side, which was some 30 miles or more. Father would go every Monday and come home on Saturday to load up again for another trip. The girls would get married and leave home, each going their own way. This left mother and father quite alone. Father had sent to Sweden for young boys to come and help. Three boys and one girl came with missionaries and father would pay their ticket here. They worked for father and that way paid for their ticket. Mother and Father had a chance to trade their place for a small place in Murray, so they moved. The first place wasn't what they liked and they found another small place closer to stores, church and car line on Ben Bow Avenue and they lived there until they died. Father would go to Salt Lake City to the temple and enjoyed himself doing temple work. He was paid so much for each man's name he did. Mother would go once in a while, but by then her health wasn't very good. This is a rough sketch of what I remember of my parent's lives. I was a very small girl during a lot of the traveling and didn't get all things as they should be. I am the sixth girl in the family, but I hope that anyone that reads this will get a little enjoyment from it.