Biography of James Sr Fackrell & Amy Crumb
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Pioneers of 1848
Written by Myrtle Ballard Shurtliff
published by the Fackrell Family Assn. July 1964.
Read and submitted May 11, 1976 by Aurelia B. Olsen, great,great,granddaughter.
James Fackrell, Sr., son of John and Joanna Bradford Fackrell of North Petherton, Somersetshire, England, was born at North Petherton, Somersetshire, England, February 2, 1787, and was the third child in his parents' family, which consisted of six children.
At present nothing is known of his childhood. All that is known about his young manhood is that he was a sailor, and that he and his younger brother, Richard, were the only members of his family who emigrated to America.
Their first residence was in the state of New York. When he was about thirty-two years of age, he married Amy Crumb, the twenty-year old daughter of Joseph and Prudence Lamphear Crumb. Joseph Crumb was born in Rhode Island and Prudence Lamphear was born in Connecticut. Amy, born 14 September 1799, was the seventh child in the family of nine children, all of which were born in Grafton, Windham Co., Vermont. James and Amy Crumb Fackrell were the parents of five children, three boys and two girls, and from their birth records, we conclude that their parents were married in Vermont about 1819, and lived in this place until about 1823. Their first child, David, was born 16 April 1820, and Joseph, the second child, was born 9 September 1822. The third child, Betsy Jane, was born 13 November 1824, in Clarendon, Rutland County, Vermont. The last two children were born in Moriah, Essex County, New York, Lucy, 6 July 1826, and James, Jr., 26 April 1829.
In 1837 James Fackrell moved his family, which then consisted of himself, his wife Amy, and three boys and two girls to the state of Michigan and settled in Bertrand, Barren County, and there lived and prospered in the world's goods until the year 1845.
About 1838 their son David, then 18 years old, ran away from home and went to Wisconsin to live. On 28 August 1845, their son Joseph married Clarissa Dempsey leaving the family with but one son, James, Jr. This son was now about sixteen years old and had become interested in religious affairs. He attended camp meetings of the Methodist Episcopal Church, and was converted to this religion and was baptized by sprinkling. He remained in this Church about six months and became very dissatisfied and withdrew his membership.
At this time, two Mormon missionaries from Nauvoo came to their community and held meetings. James, Jr. attended these meetings and became convinced that their doctrine was scriptural, but having been previously "taken in by the Methodists, decided to wait and see if these new teach-ings did not "flatten out" and to see if these people "practiced what they preached." His parents were very much opposed to the Mormons and refused to attend the meetings.
The boy James attended, and "the more he heard, the better he liked their teachings" and he was desirous that his parents should hear them. He invited the two missionaries, Elder Richard Sprague and an Elder Phelps, to go home with him. After services he took the elders home with him and introduced them to his parents as Mormon missionaries. Before the mission-aries left the home, they convinced the parents of the truthfulness of their doctrines and in a short time James Sr., and his wife Amy, and their daughter Lucy, were baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day-Saints.
Shortly after this time, news of the martyrdom of the Mormon Prophet, Joseph Smith, and his brother Hyrum, the Patriarch, reached the Saints of this place. Also, the message was received from the Twelve Apostles who had taken command of the affairs of the Church, for all Saints scattered abroad to gather to Nauvoo and prepare to move west.
Following this advice, James Sr. sold his farm at a sacrifice of about one-half its value and started to Nauvoo. He left their son, Joseph, and his wife, who at the time did not wish to be associated with the Mormons in Michigan. A great prejudice was manifest against the Mormons and all Saints moving to Nauvoo, and it was with great difficulty that the Fackrell family found lodgings for the nights during their journey. They arrived in Nauvoo the last of March 1846.
They rented a house and moved into it, and began to look for work. Their stay at Nauvoo was very short, because of the persecution and hard-ships inflicted upon the Saints. They stayed in Nauvoo just three weeks and then started for the West. They knew not where they were going, but they cast their lot with the Saints.
Nothing worthy of note occurred on this journey until they reached Council Bluffs. While in Nauvoo, their daughter, Lucy, had become ill. She had been exposed to severe storms and cold, which proved too much for her delicate constitution, and upon their arrival in Council Bluffs, Iowa, she became very ill.
On 20 June 1846, Lucy passed away. This was a severe trial for her family to go through. She was a lovely girl of 20 years. A good Latter-Day-Saint and loved dearly by all who knew her. They laid her body in a grave and with sad hearts turned their faces to new trials.
Shortly after this time, the Government called upon the Mormons to furnish 500 men to fight for the United States in suppressing the uprising in Mexico. This left the Saints in dire circumstances. Many did not have roofs to cover their heads or food enough to sustain life.
Those who were left, however, bravely set about preparing for the winter. James and his son built a log cabin in which to move his family. They also went out onto the prairie and cut wild hay for their cattle. The son took a team and went down to Missouri and secured work. For this work he was paid in provisions which amount was enough to last them through winter.
He brought the provisions home with his team and stayed until the beginning of winter and then left his team and again returned to Missouri but was not so successful in securing work. He returned to Council Bluffs in the spring of 1847 and found the Saints prepared to go west, far beyond persecution, to an unknown land.
The Fackrells were not prepared to take this long journey. They planted a small crop and again James, Jr. with his sister, Betsy Jane, went to Savannah, Missouri by team where they both secured work. Betsy found work spinning and James secured employment with his team.
They were gone about six weeks and returned to their parents loaded with provisions. James, Sr. and his son then set about cutting hay for the winter. They stacked most of it on the prairie, but hauled some few loads home. They cut about 15 tons, but early in the fall the prairie caught fire and burned one stack of about 8 tons. In trying to backfire around the other stack, that one caught fire and burned and they were left with very little hay with which to feed their cattle.
Late in the fall of 1847 some few pioneers who left early in the spring for the west, returned and brought a glowing report of the valley in the Rocky Mountains which they had found and named Great Salt Lake Valley.
The presiding Twelve Apostles then made a call for all Saints to prepare to go back to the valley of the rocks with them the following spring.
Hay was scarce, and that fall, James, Jr. took three yoke of oxen to Missouri, partly to provide feed for them, but mostly to make a "fit out" to go west in the spring. He secured work hauling logs to a saw mill and bought corn for ten cents a bushel and fed it to his cattle. In this way his teams were kept in good condition all during the winter. He was also successful in making a "fit out" so when spring came he was well prepared for the journey.
In January of 1848 many of the Mormon Battalion soldiers returned. Among them was George W. Hancock, the young man who commenced courting Jane Fackrell. The family continued to make preparations to go to the valley of the Saints.
On 14 May 1848, George W. Hancock and Betsy Jane Fackrell were married. The next day, 15 May 1848, James, Sr. with his wife Amy and their son James, Jr. started upon their journey across the plains.
Their journey was uneventful, except for the usual hardships suffered by all pioneers crossing rivers and traveling over lonely plains and barren hills until they reached the "promised land" in the valley of the moun-tains. To them the valley looked dry and barren, but the tired travelers were so weary and footsore that even this looked good to them and they were happy to find a place where they could stop and which they could call home.
Thus the father, the mother and their 19-year-old son James established the foundations for the Fackrell kingdom on the mountain tops of Zion.
They set about at once to prepare for winter. They located a desirable place ten miles north of Salt Lake City, now called West Bountiful, and took up 92 acres of land, which was the first land taken up in Bountiful. Accor-ding to the historian, Bancroft, James Fackrell, Sr., became the first settler in this place.
The family moved their wagon onto the place selected, and the next James, Jr. was taken ill with mountain fever, and was ill about two months.
As soon as he was well enough to get about, the father and son started to build a house to shelter the family from the winter storms. They worked diligently but were unable to finish the house until the middle of January when they moved in.
In the spring they plowed their farm and planted crops, but between crickets and cattle, nothing was harvested.
In October 1849, their daughter Betsy Jane, with her husband and small Son, Charles, then a few months old, arrived in the valley and located at Bountiful.
On 8 February 1849, James, Jr. was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day-Saints by Arvil Cox and on the 13th of January 1850, married Martha Ann Chapman and left his father's home. Thus the parents were left alone.
During the summer of 1850 their oldest son, David Fackrell, came into the valley. He was on his way to California and stopped off for a visit. They had not seen each other for 12 years and indeed it was a happy reunion.
Their hearts, however, were soon again bowed in sorrow, for on 22 February 1851, their daughter Betsy Jane, passed through the valley of death to give birth to a baby girl. The other suffered three weeks and then the newborn babe, Betsy Jane Hancock, was left motherless. The little mother of 27 years of age was laid away in the Salt Lake City Cemetery and her old parents and loved ones were left to mourn her loss.
About this time, their son Joseph and his wife and family came into the valley. They had recently been converted and joined the Latter-Day-Saint Church.
Their son, David Fackrell, prolonged his visit and became converted to the Church also, and was married on 6 July 1852, to Susannah Sumner. The streets, void of an altar, served as a Church where their wedding was solemnized.
Susannah Sumner was born in Lancashire, England and there with her parents embraced the gospel. Her father died and she and her mother emigrated to America and came as far west as St. Louis. There her mother died of cholera. In 1850 she came across the plains with the Saints and upon her arrival found a home with James Fackrell, Sr., where she met her husband, David Fackrell.
David Fackrell did not go to California as he had intended, but took up land in Bountiful and made it his residence.
From these three sons, David, Joseph, and James, Jr. , a larqe posterity of Fackrell's was produced, which have inherited and inhabited the land of Bountiful for the past six generations.
When the parents grew feeble, James, Jr., built them an adobe house near the meeting house so that they could attend Church more easily. The old people spent the rest of their active lives attending Church and performing ordinances in the Salt Lake Endowment House for their dead ancestors. When they became feeble, these aged parents divided their lands between their sons and it was agreed that the sons take care of them their remaining days on this earth.
James, Jr. took his father and mother to his home and cared for them until the death of his father.
James Fackrell, Sr., was a man of small stature, slight of build, and rather delicate of health, and aged very young. He was of a kindly, cheer-ful disposition and was enjoyed and loved by his grandchildren.
His wife, Amy, was large, strong and active in body, severe and exacting in disposition.
James Fackrell, Sr., died on 21 December 1867, aged 80 years, 10 months, arid 19 days. He was buried in the East Bountiful Cemetery. On his tombstone is written "Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth, yea, saith the spirit, that they may rest from their labors and work also."
His wife survived him for 18 years. After his death, Amy moved back to her home in West Bountiful, but she unfortunately fell and broke her hip and soon became feeble. Her children cared for her until her death which occurred on September, 1885, aged 85 years, 11 months and 24 days.
She was buried by the side of her husband in the East Bountiful Cemetery. For tombstone says, "Her part well done, she goes to rest, in joys of home among the best; a crown of endless life to wear."
For nearly a century the Fackrell's have lived on the farms of their fathers and grandfathers and still dwell in the homes built by their pioneer forefathers.
published by the Fackrell Family Assn. July 1964.
Read and submitted May 11, 1976 by Aurelia B. Olsen,
David Bancroft Fackrell by Hettie Fackrell
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David Bancroft Fackrell
by Henrietta (Hettie) Fackrell, July 18, 1956
First I’ll explain. David B. Fackrell is my husband T.P. Fackrell’s father, and we'll call him David, to get a better understanding. David B. Fackrell, the oldest son or child of James and Amy Crumb Fackrell. was born in Grafton Vermont, Windham Co. on the 16th April 1820. He lived with his parents there. School conditions were not very good there at that time, so his schooling was very limited, only attending a short time. At the age of 15, he decided to sort of shift for himself, so he left his home and parents, brothers and sisters, and went to New Orleans and later to Des Moines, Iowa.
As stated, his schooling was limited, still he studied his favorite possession, a Webster's Dictionary, always adding new words to his vast vocabulary.
While in the east, he fell in with some trappers. He was willing to do anything honorable for a living. One cold day he got lost from the others, while trapping, and was nearly frozen to death. An Indian woman found him, and took him to her home, and doctored him with herbs and he was soon much better. He felt very thankful, for what his friends did for him. He lived with his Indian friends for six months or more, was without bread or salt, for over six months. He later went to St. Louis, Mo. and while there, he heard of the gold rush in California, and he with a company of others, stated out with a pack train.
They loaded their wagon with the necessary provisions and started on their way. It was a long tiresome trip, taking a month or more. They reached Salt Lake City. They arrived in 1850 at the place where the immigrants stopped, where the Joseph Smith Memorial Building (Hotel Utah) now is.
They bought hay for their horses, and when he registered, they asked him if he was any relation to the Fackrell’s in Bountiful, ten miles north of there. David said “No, my folks are in Vermont,” but he thought he would ride his horse to Bountiful and see if it could be any of his folks, as Fackrell was quite an uncommon name. To his great surprise, and happiness, he found his parents, brothers and sister. What a happy reunion! The parents had not seen their son for 15 years. He decided to stay with his folks.
He went back and told his companions he had found his folks, and would not go on with the company. He gave them his provisions, etc., and they started on. They were all killed by the Indians next morning at Grouse Creek, or Tooele, Utah. David felt that there was a Divine power in his life being spared.
David met a young girl from England staying at his parent’s home - Susannah Sumner. His parents treated her as their own child. We’ll hear her story later. Susannah and David were married July 6, 1861. She was 15 and David was 31 years old. They lived in West Bountiful. He with other members of his family, all very congenial. They were all anxious, and happy to help colonize a new place.
His father was one of the first white men in Bountiful. The women also took a big interest in helping to build the new place, to beautify their homes, with what they had to do with. They spun the wool from the sheep, made their yard, and clothing.
He used chewing tobacco quite heavy, and when told by a Dr. what it was doing to his stomach, and he also had a dream about how it was hurting his stomach, he quit it and never touched it again. He was a strict observer of the Word of Wisdom in his later years.
Polygamy was recognized at that time, and for a wise purpose, and the people often met the immigrants as they came into the valley and stopped at the Public Square. David frequently went to meet the new arrivals. One day at the Square, he became acquainted with Isabella Proctor and her daughter Hannah Elizabeth Proctor, who had just arrived. She and her mother were converts of Elder Heber C. Kimball. Hannah was born in Preston, England the 4th May 1846. Her parents were Wm. Proctor, and Isabella Blackburn Proctor. We'll hear about Hannah later.
David and Susannah had several children born in Bountiful and they had several of their family died there. Soon after David met Hannah they were married, Susannah going with them when they got married.
….homes, as stated before. Hannah had two sons, born there, Enos and Herman. They were called to go to the Muddy, to help colonize a new place. David and Hannah took their two sons and Susannah’s oldest son Joseph and started. He was to return for Susannah and family later. Hannah’s baby got very ill on the way and they stopped at David’s sister's home in Payson, the Lucy Hancock home. (This should be Betsy Hancock) in Payson. There the baby died. Sadly they went on their journey after the baby was buried in Payson. Their next son Norman was born in Overton, Nevada.
When they found out the Muddy was in Nevada instead of Utah, taxes got so high they were all released by President Brigham Young to return home, or wherever they chose to go.
David’s other family stayed in St. George for a while, but they all eventually located in Long Valley. The first winter, David, Hannah, and Susannah’s daughter, Bertha, worked in the St. George Temple. Bertha was blind. They settled in Orderville, Utah where the United Order was run very successfully for nine years. It was self supporting and all seemed almost like one family.
Here are David’s own words from Page 56 of “Heart Throbs,” Vol. I:
From a report of David B. Fackrell dated July 7, 1875 "The brethren who have been organized in the United Order for 16 months are doing well. We have been greatly blessed in our labors. Our faith has been strengthened, and we feel determined to persevere in the Order.”
David took a leading part in the Order. In charge of the sheep, also the soap making. Susannah, his first wife, was a fine practical nurse, also a school teacher. A great Church worker, the mother of 15 fine sons and daughters, of whom they were very proud.
Hannah (my husband’s mother) worked in the knitting mills in Preston England. She and her mother had very lovely clothes. Hannah also worked in the Washington Factory, in Washington Utah. Hannah was a very fast knitter, could make a pair of men's socks in a day, and do her work.
After nine or ten years in the Order, and very successful, it broke up, or was discontinued. Everybody so satisfied with their united efforts and their big success. Later, David and Hannah run the Orderville store, and Post office. Hannah hiring help with her housework and did most of the store and office work. She was the mother of six sons and her baby daughter died at birth. The Fackrell’s adopted a little girl, five years old, from Denmark, Christene Larson. Her parents were to come later. Her mother became ill, and they did not come for a long time. Christene loved her new home and family. She came with Elder Hans Sorensen, Eliza Fackrell’s brother. Eliza lives on South University in Blackfoot.
Hannah had no daughters, and the little girl lived with her for some time. Hannah was a very good singer, had her own song book and sang in the choir.
Hannah died in Orderville on January 6. My husband Trene was 13 years old when his mother died. She was buried in Orderville.
The family lived there until the spring of 1898. Then David, Susannah, their two daughters Bertha and Olive, and her two sons, Ray and Charley, and Christene, and Trene came to Idaho. Little Christene lived with Susannah after Hannah’s death, and she dearly loved her Fackrell folks and they loved her dearly.
David built a four room house brick home in Riverside and all took a great interest in Church activities. David attended Sacrament meetings whenever he could. He got his second eyesight. They all lived very good lives had many friends. Susannah died at their home.
David died a few years later in June 1909, both leaving fine landmarks of their energetic pioneering spirit. Both buried in the Riverside-Thomas cemetery.
The James Fackrell family meets each year and holds a family reunion. They meet most of the time in Bountiful, where they first located. The family reunions hold the family closer together, and shows deep appreciation for all they did for us to make our lives as they are today. We will soon meet again, in that united family reunion we all look forward to.
Note: This was written by Hettie Fackrell. She was one of the sweetest women I have ever known. She sent in more genealogy and history than any other ten people. I loved her dearly. She never missed a reunion as long as she lived and could get there. And without our reunions, I never would have known her. She wrote this history in her own words. I have typed it over for reproduction just as she had written it. Wherever she is, she is surely working on family records. Thelma E. T. Heath 7-23-1981
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MOTHER’S HISTORYBYOLIVE SUMNER FACKRELL NORWOODMy father, David Bancroft Fackrell, was born in Grafton, Vermont, on April 16, 1820, the eldest child of James Fackrell and Amy Crumb. He lived with his parents until he was fifteen years old, then left home to get work. He went to New Orleans and worked there at any job he could get. He stayed there for some time, then went to St Louis where he got in with some trappers. That winter when they were trapping there came up a cold blizzard, and some Indian women found my father nearly frozen to death. They treated him very kindly, taking him to their camp. They doctored him with herbs, etc. His feet were very badly frozen and he could not get around much the rest of the winter.He lived with the Indians ten months and never saw a white person. He never ate any bread, and had no salt for weeks. They lived on meat, herbs, roots, wild berries, and wild honey.After leaving the Indians he made his way up to Des Moines, Iowa, to get work. While there he met a beautiful young lady named Ellen Carroll. They fell in love and were to be married, but she took sick and died. He felt very badly about her death and went off to get work, thinking he would feel better or that it would take his mind from the sad parting from his sweetheart.He later went back to St Louis in the spring. In 1850, during the gold rush, he started in company with others to California. Arriving in Salt Lake City, they stopped at the old tithing office lots where the Hotel Utah now stands. The manager of the office asked him if he was any relation to the Fackrells in Bountiful. He (David) replied that all his folks were in Vermont. But he decided to go to Bountiful to see who the Fackrells were there. To his surprise he found his father, mother, two brothers and a sister. What a happy meeting - for sixteen years father had not heard from any of his people. They had joined the Mormons, coming to Utah in 1848.Father went back and told his companions that he had decided to stay with his family. The company then went on and were all killed by Indians in Nevada. Father felt that his life had been spared through divine providence.Susannah Sumner, a little English girl nearly fifteen years of age, was living at the home of his parents. They very soon fell in love and were married July 6, 1851. My mother's father, John Sumner, was born January 25, 1810, in Exton,Lancashire, England. Her mother, Sarah Bromley (Brimley), was born January 26, 1811, in Exton, Lancashire, England. They were married in Leyland, Lancashire, England 5 March 1832. They had 3 children; the first two were boys and they died. My mother, Susannah, was born October 29, 1836, in Preston, Lancashire, England. Her father died an accidental death June 13, 1837, at age 27 years. My grandmother went back to her people. (Through this we have lost track of my grandfather's people.)My grandmother, with her baby, came to St Louis. There she met a widower, John Parker, who had three little girls. He and grandmother were married. They heard the gospel, joined the church, and began to save money to come to Utah. (He was working in a cabinet shop.)When mother was 12 years old, the cholera broke out in St Louis. It proved to be a great scourge to the people for many died with the disease. Grandmother was very frightened of the disease and thought that if she took it she would surely die. One day her husband came home sick - he had the dreaded disease. She worked over him faithfully, then she took the disease and died before he did. The children did not take it. Grandmother had used every precaution to avoid their getting it. She bathed them every day, kept them very clean, and fed them the right foods, avoiding all meat, tea and coffee. This no doubt worked a great part in avoiding the cholera.Grandmother had four children by this marriage, three dying in infancy. This left my mother and her little half brother, Mormon, who was six years younger than mother, the only ones of my mother's own family. The three Parker girls, who were older than mother, lived with other people. Mother and Mormon were separated, she being put with a family to do chores for them. He was 8 years old. One of his chores was a very difficult one for a little boy so very young. He was required to water a large stallion. Of course they cautioned little Mormon to be very careful not to get hurt and not to let the horse get away. He tied the rope around his body, thinking that to be a good plan. One day he passed a lady's home as she was hanging out clothes. She shook a sheet, the horse became frightened and dragged the little boy to death. Mother had not been able to see her little brother very often because they were some miles apart, a separation she felt very keenly. She felt very badly about her little brother's death. She was now left entirely alone.About two years after grandmother's death, some people by the name of Burch heard of my mother, a Mormon girl, living there. As they were coming to Utah, they went to see her and asked her to come west with them. This she did, and worked for them. She walked all the way driving an ox team, most of the time yoking her own oxen. Mrs. Burch was very kind to mother, but her husband was not. Mr. and Mrs. Burch did not get along very well. One morning as mother was very busy finishing up the work in camp, Mr. Burch called to her to come and help him yoke up the cattle. Mrs. Burch did not like the idea of him ordering her like that and said to her, "Stay where you are." (Mrs. Burch was an invalid who rode in a carriage. He also rode in the carriage.) While mother was stooping to wash something, he came up behind her and kicked her, knocking her over. Of course this unkind and mean treatment grieved Mrs. Burch. The Captain, who was on his horse ready to start, saw the act, rode up and collared him and used him pretty rough. They no doubt ordered him to leave the company - anyway he took his buggy and horses and came on to the valley. Mrs. Burch stayed with the company, no doubt riding in mother's wagon.Well, Mr. Burch, after their arrival; so very generously proposed to my mother, wanting her to become his second wife. Of course she most wholehearted refused his marriage proposal. She then left them and went to work for a family who were on their way to California and who had stopped at Bountiful to rest up. These people wanted her to go with them and she at first thought she would for they were kind to her. My grandfather and grandmother (Fackrell’s) heard that a Mormon girl was going with these people, so they went to her and asked her to come and live with them. They said that they would treat her as their very own. (She accepted.) This was the second time things were overruled for her, so she did not leave the church. This was a trying time for one so young to choose just what to do for the best. How lucky that she came to live at the home of people who treated her so kindly. And it was here that she met father.My grandfather came to Utah in 1848; father later in about 1850. Later all settled close together after they built the railroad station crossing at Mr. Wood's land, they called it Wood's Cross.Father's two brothers, Joseph and James, came with their father. Grandfather and sons all farmed, they each had eighty acres. That land is now very valuable. Grandfather was 83 years old when he died, and grandmother was 86. They died in Wood's Cross. Joseph and James and their wives also died there.After their marriage in Bountiful, father and mother took up 160 acres of land there. He built a log house with a dirt roof and floor. He built a bunk in one corner and their chairs were made of sawed-off logs. Their cooking utensils were a bake oven and skillet, and they had two tin cups, two tin plates, and grandmother gave them two knives, forks and spoons. They did not have a stove but cooked over a fireplace. (Well, I'm sure they were very proud of this very first furniture, etc., for it was their very own.)They soon began to prosper. They got a few cows and sheep which they kept on the farm. My mother helped take care of them. The wool from the sheep was corded into rolls which she wove into cloth for our clothes. She also wove for other people.There were 15 children born to this union. One day while my mother was very busy, she did not notice the baby had gone out. (He was a beautiful little boy, about 16 months old.) When she noticed he was gone, she at once thought of the spring where they got their water and sent my sister, Laura, to look for him there. He was in the spring and sister Laura got him out (but he was already dead). Well, mother's sorrow was awful for she blamed herself a lot. The thought that through reading (she was always a great reader) she may have neglected him. This so affected her that she never read any more novels, nor drank any more tea or coffee, but always tried to live as near right as she could. They told this later for the good it might do others.When my little brother, Rudolph, was about two and a half years old, he was playing around in our house and fell into a tub of hot water. He lived only a few days. His death was due partly to shock.When my sister, Bertha, was eight months old she got sore eyes. (My father at this time had always sent for a doctor if anything went wrong or his family got sick.) They got several doctors for Bertha. The doctors put acid on her eyes. It was too strong and broke her eyes so that the liquid all ran out. She was stone blind all her life. Father would never have a doctor again.David died from a fall, striking his head against a bake oven. He died of brain fever. Sarah Jane died of smallpox. Amon [Ammon] also died in Wood's Cross when only a baby.Mother was always ready to help anyone in trouble or distress, doing good at all times, relieving the sick of aches and pains wherever she could. She was always ready to do anything required of her. She was a great worker among children.Father was a very heavy user of tobacco. One night he had a dream in which he thought a person from the spirit world came to him and took his stomach and held it up before him. He seemed to know that he was being shown the injury the tobacco was doing to him. He said his stomach was full of holes and was an awful looking sight. He never used any more tobacco and they had their endowments, having had two children at that time.The Indians were quite mean in the early days of Utah. The women were afraid to be alone as they used to frighten them, especially if they knew they were alone. My folks lived about a half mile from any neighbors. One day father had to go to the canyon for wood. While mother was alone an Indian came and wanted bread. She did not have any baked but gave him some dough. He insisted on baking it and using what wood mother had. When she stopped him, he drew a long knife on her. She screamed to a boy who was passing, and the Indian ran. The boy was large, but as afraid of the Indians that he'd have run the other way if he'd heard her.Father also married another English girl, Hannah Proctor. They were married October 15, 1862, in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City. They had six sons.In 1868, President Brigham Young called father to go and help settle the Muddy. He did not sell our home, but took Aunt Hannah (his second wife), her two little sons, our oldest brother, Joe, and went to prepare a home for us. When they got to Payson, Herman, the baby, took sick and died, and he was buried there. They then went on to Overton, Nevada. In 1870, father went back to Bountiful after mother and her family. They arrived in St George on January 2, [1871?]. There they found that the Muddy Mission has broken up in Nevada instead of Utah as they first thought. They, the State of Nevada, were taxing them so heavily that they were released by Brigham Young to go back to their homes or to settle elsewhere. Most of the people went to Long Valley in Kane County. Father went to Overton and got his family, then settled at Mt. Carmel where they lived for two and one-half years. I was born there March 29, 1873. My brother, Karl, was also born there.THE UNITED ORDERWell, most of the "Muddy" people joined The United Order except the old settlers who had been driven out by the Indians and had come back. They did not care to join. The ones who did join moved outside to a piece of farming land which they called the "Cave." (I was 6 months old when my parents joined the United Order.) Here, two and a half miles east of Carmel, they built a town and named it Orderville. They built quite a large hall with a kitchen and bakery at one end. As fast as the people could move up, they turned in their property and got credit on the books for it.The Order was organized with a board of directors of 12 men, with the Bishop at the head of the board. They advertised for educators, mechanics, and such tradesmen as they lacked to make themselves self-supporting. The men were all supposed to work at the job for which they were best fitted. The younger married women, and others who were strong enough, took turns working in the kitchen in sets of six. There was a man there to oversee things and do the heavy work, and he also had a boy there to help him with the chores. The girls, in sets of six, did the dining room work. The boys were busy at different jobs. There were plenty to help so that it did not work a hardship on anyone. The young folks also had a lot of fun doing dishes, etc. Brother Claridge (Sister Elizabeth McCune's father), did the baking in the big oven. Everyone ate at the big tables in the hall.Mother was one of the ladies chosen to oversee a lot of the work. She and Lil Brown directed pickle making, butter churning, and other tasks. Of course, I was too small yet to help, but kept quite busy following my mother around.Mother was chosen to go up to Castle Dale to help oversee the dairy for a while during two or three different summers. They also made cheese and butter. She had plenty of boys and girls to help her. Four or five boys and six or eight girls went to help. The work was done systematically, and it worked out so each knew just what to do. Father hauled milk part time; he worked mostly in town.Father made the soap, with my brother Norman helping him. He also ran the store. Some of the men were over the cattle and sheep. The corrals were outside of town. Aunt Eliza's father, Brother Sorenson, 1 or 2 men, and Brother Kingsbury were caretakers to see to this.They raised lots of sugar cane and made molasses which they used for preserving. They raised delicious peaches and put up barrels and barrels of delicious peach preserves. Lydia Young made straw hats and had her helpers. Eliza, my brother Fernando's wife, helped. They were certainly self-supporting and made most everything they used, with even our own tannery and shoe shop. They also made buttons out of bone and wood and colored them.No one had to work if they were not able. Each was credited on the books for what he did. If anyone was ill and could not do his own work, someone else would do it and be given credit, an equal amount be charged to the person being replaced. All were charged with what they drew in the way of meals, clothes, and other items. Those who were unable to work drew what they needed just as the others did. The ward was organized just as those in other towns. They had some very enjoyable times.We had many visits from our leaders, who gave counsel and much encouragement. The Word of Wisdom was kept as nearly as possible. No tobacco was used and very little tea. No tea or coffee ever came to the big table. I must have been 12 years old before I ever saw anyone smoke. Such a spirit of love and unity. It seemed like one large family, all seemed like brothers and sisters.Brother Thomas Robertson would pay a tune on his bugle calling us to meals. When he played the bugle for breakfast or for everybody to get ready to eat sometimes they'd sing and maybe have a short speech. "Do What is Right" was the tune he played calling us to prayers. There was also a tune calling us to meetings.A man called "Pa Carling" made little tubs and boards, churns and chairs. He had a turning lathe for making them. He also made wooden dolls which he painted. He made marbles from plaster-of-paris, and painted them different colors. The kiddies were very proud of the toys. I remember them well. He started very early, long before Christmas, so as to have them all ready.Father went to Salt Lake a lot for provisions, groceries and other supplies for the store. Once when he went to Bountiful he brought a little clock, just like a real clock, with painted hands and pendulum. Once when I was about 7 years old, he got me a wax doll for Christmas - it was a lovely doll. Everyone had to see my wonderful baby and at last it was broken. But I had a lot of fun with it before it was broken.I went often to Salt Lake City with my folks in the wagon. It was a long trip - took two weeks to go and two to return.Aunt Eliza was 2 years older and now she helped some. The girls all learned to knit. Mother helped to weave the cloth on the looms. I twisted some yarn for knitting. The girls all did, and just as soon as we were old enough we all learned to knit. We'd take our knitting to school and knit while we learned our lessons.The houses were built in a sort of a fort in rows. The long dining room was built inside the fort. We'd play out on the grounds in the fort at night and had oceans of fun. It was all lighted up around the fort with coal oil lights. The larger children had their place to play, as did the smaller ones. We'd play "steal sticks," "run sheep run," and other games. The windows all faced inside the fort, so everyone knew right where their children were.They had ash pits built where everyone could empty their ashes. They were rocked up and (were) about one foot wide on the top. Sometime the children would play on top of the wide sides. We were told repeatedly to keep off and warned of the danger. Then one day, Zillia McCounsel, who was about 6 years old, was playing on top of one of these ash pits and fell in it. She was badly burned by live coals in the pit and died from the effects of the burns. This was awful; she was so carefree and happy; sad to meet such an accident.I was blessed when eight days old by my father. Thomas Robertson baptized me when I was eight years old in the Virgin River. My sister, Laura, was married in Orderville to Bro. Thomas Chamberlain when I was 8 months old. I started to Primary when it was organized. When Sr. Eliza R. Snow and Zina D. Young came to Orderville to organize the Primary, they called a meeting of the chosen officers to meet in the "Big House" where lived our Bishop, along with Hoyts, Spencers, and Chamberlains. I went with mother to the meeting. In this meeting, Sr. Eliza R. Snow, Joseph Smith's wife, showed us the Prophet Joseph's watch. She let me hold it so I could say "I held the Prophet's watch." Both women talked at the meeting before they organized the Primary. We had three Primaries. Mother, Sr. Louise Spencer, and Lydia Young were the presidents.I can recall the names of my first school teachers. They were: Lydia Young, Willard Carroll, and Edward Webb. Mother and Hannah Hoyt taught at the same place.For over nine years the Order was run very perfectly not long after this they got to eating at home. They still were credited for their work and drew what they needed.On May Day, they'd choose their May Queen. We'd get up early and have a lot of fun braiding the May pole. We'd go for May walks. About one mile out of town we'd gather wild lavender sweet peas by the armload the day before (May Day) and keep them fresh in water.My brother, Gideon, about sixteen years old, was out with the sheep, along with Joe and Cyrene, two other brothers of mine. At one time when Mother and I were to Grandmother's, Gideon became very ill (we think it must have been appendicitis). They started home with him but he was so ill that he died on the road. Mother was unable to get home for the funeral.In October before I was sixteen I made the big mistake of my life when I married a childhood friend, Walter Porter (a nephew of Richard's). We went to the Manti Temple, accompanied by both of our mothers. We went by wagon, and the trip took over five days. We lived in Orderville until the next October, when we moved to Mexico by wagon. We were two months on the road. About twenty wagons went together; Nagle's, Green's, Chris Heaton (going to marry Mary Porter's sister, Ellen). (He had three wagons.) Nagle's drove cattle and horses and had several wagons. We had a lot of fun. One evening after supper was over, the men took the horses to water (necessitating a ride of several miles into the desert as we were on the Arizona desert). One bright moonlight night, four of us girls started out to meet them as I was afraid to go to bed alone. We started off and once in a while would give a yell to see if they were coming. Suddenly a call or yell came back to us and we thought they were coming. As we drew closer we began to look around. We saw some sort of a big animal calling back to us. He was far in the distance but to us it seemed very close. We could see him very plain in the bright moonlight. Maybe he was as frightened as we were, but we immediately retraced our steps to camp. Later, the men came home from a different direction.We went to Mexico in October and I stayed sixteen months. Walter built a one room log house. He worked off, and I was left alone a lot. Porters and Heatons lived just a couple of blocks away and that helped a lot for I was so young and not used to being alone. We were in a pretty little valley, surrounded by pines. We cleared away the pine trees for a building spot, and got pine logs there for the house. (We always had an open house for the young folks to come, and have a good time at my parent's home, even after I was married.) We never had any children.I finally decided to go home to my folks. Walter gave me $25 for my trip. I took the train at Deming, New Mexico. My ticket took me to Ogden. I stayed to Aunt Martha's three months, from February to May. I returned home in May.At this time Richard was out shearing sheep. About two weeks after I came home he came back to Orderville. In a couple of hours, as soon as he had time to clean up and get ready, he was over sitting on our front porch. He seemed so thrilled to see me back. Of course, we were just good friends. Not long after, though a romance started. I got a divorce from Walter in August, and Dick and I were married December 1, 1893, in the St. George Temple. We had two rooms in the Big House; father bought it after the Order broke up.Here I must say that the Order was run here the most successful and ideal of any place. [probably inserted by Aunt Hattie Fackrell.]We were all so united and congenial. For over nine years it seemed almost like one big happy family. That feeling of affection drew all so close together that when we meet now after so many years we feel like we are meeting brothers and sisters.Trene's mother, Aunt Hannah, also lived there. They run a store, in which Aunt Hannah [Hannah Proctor Fackrell] worked a lot. She had five sons. One day she took a stroke. Mother, who was a nurse, cared for her but she died in 1897. After her death, my mother moved there and was living there when I came from Mexico. No use to say how thrilled I was to be home with my folks again.Dick was a carpenter; he also built barns and sheared sheep spring and fall near Orderville, at Moccasin, Duck Lake, Duck Creek, Want's Creek, and Harris' Claim. Our (first) baby, Earl, was born December 19, 1894, in the Big House. We were so very happy over his arrival but he lived only eleven months, then took typhoid fever. Before he died, Dick had built a three room house. Our second little son, Ray, was born here March 29, 1896. His coming partly soothed the sting of parting with Earl.Fernando, Parley, and families moved to Idaho in 1896. Dick and my brother, Karl, came in about 1897. Charley was born December 27, 1897, in Orderville while Richard was in Idaho. Richard got back home when Charley was three weeks old.About this time, Dick's father died very suddenly from some sort of a hemorrhage.In May 1898, we moved to the place in Idaho where the others had. Fernando and Parley were really going to Basalt, where some other Orderville people were. They met Robert Parsons, Aunt Hettie's father, who was going to Pocatello. He told them of a piece of land which Parl's afterwards got. So we all landed in Riverside and vicinity, about four and a half or five miles west of Blackfoot. When we arrived in Blackfoot we met up with one of Idaho's best winds. We were quite disgusted and I felt like going right back home.Richard had stayed behind to shear sheep and to sell our Orderville home. He later drove his team to Idaho; it took three weeks to make the trip. We (father, mother, Bertha, Christine, Trene, myself and the babies) came on the train.I brought a wooden paint bucket containing a gorgeous peony which we wanted to keep. It was a gorgeous pink, gradually fading to delicate cream. It finally met its fate here when somebody's cow ruined it.Cyrene (“Ene”) brought us to Marysvale, driving our team. We tied the treasured flower to the wagon gently swaying to and fro as the wagon jolted. It stood the trip very well.Ene took a load of freight back to Orderville from Marysvale. We met my sister, Mary, at Marysvale. We visited for three days there and rested up.They started at once to build the red brick house where Bertha and I now live. It surely added a lot to the appearance of Riverside, the very best house around. They moved in about the last of July. It has four nice rooms and a fireplace, which we did not use very much as it did not draw very well.Richard and I bought a forty acre place (where Owen Peterson now lives). It was on the north side of the main road going to Blackfoot, about four-and-a-fourth miles from Blackfoot. We planted a nice big orchard and lived there a few years. Then we bought a forty acre place just north of town from Mr. Erickson. Our first daughter, Jennie, was born November 22, 1899, on this first place.Richard built our frame house (of four nice rooms). We moved into it December 1st. Our next baby, Clarence, was born October 16, 1901, only living about six days. When mother was 7 months pregnant she and her mother and (I guess the children) were in a buggy on the way to Blackfoot. As they were crossing the Snake River bridge, some railroad men were working with a train engine nearby on the R. R. bridge. To be funny when they saw this old horse plodding along, they blew the whistle on the engine. The horse jumped in fright and the buggy went over the embankment, on the edge of the bridge. Mother had a broken collar bone, and as a result of the accident, the baby was born prematurely, only living a few days. Bessie was born March 29, 1903 (on my birthday). Ferl was also born here on June 3, 1905; my sister, Mary, was with me.Mother died in February, 1905. Her death was a great shock to me. I felt so alone as we were always so very near to each other. She always took a great interest in her family, and was an inspiration to us all - taking great interest in Sunday school and Primary work and in all church activities. She went out a lot as a nurse, always anxious to relieve the sick, and ever ready to help those in need or distress. She taught school for many years after her children were larger and she could leave.Another few words about my father. He was a very fine speller - he just could not be "downed" on it. He was also an authority (we all thought) on the pronunciation and meaning of words. If anyone wanted to know how to pronounce a word, or what was the meaning of a word, they could ask him for he always knew. He was well read. He had very little opportunity for schooling, attending school only six weeks, but really gained his education through experience and reading. He got his second eyesight, and could read the very fine print of the Deseret News without glasses just prior to his death.In January 1906, Richard was called on a mission. He labored in North and South Carolina. To support him it was necessary to sell twenty acres of our land. He left January 10, 1906, and returned May 1, 1907. Of course it was quite an undertaking for me, but we never regretted that we put forth the effort. He thoroughly enjoyed the spirit of his calling. At nights, if it looked doubtful about a place to stay, he would say, "Wait until my wife and children have prayers at home; we'll have a place to stay." He never had to sleep out at nights. We had some hard times but always felt so thankful for his wonderful privilege. We regretted his not putting in two years, but the mission president thought it best for him to return to his family. He had already done much good and accomplished much in the sixteen months he was gone, and, as there was no set time, the mission president gave him an honorable release. We were all very proud of the wonderful work he had done, and very happy to be together again. In fact, my folks and everyone thought I had also done a wonderful good, through my efforts to attend to our family and our financial business, and for him to stay to do so much good in taking the gospel to so many people.Detta was born February 8, 1908 in our same home. Ronald was born April 12, 1910. He weighed fourteen pounds and looked like he was a month or two old. My sister, Laura, (also a nurse) was with me as she had been when Detta was born. We got along fine and were so happy when each was born. I always had a lot of faith, and so many times we received wonderful testimonies by our loved ones and myself being healed through that faith.I used to arise very early on Sunday mornings, and put forth an extra effort to get all the kiddies ready for Sunday School. We sometimes had to walk a mile from home to the hall, but we always tried to attend as often as possible. Dick also thoroughly enjoyed that wonderful religious spirit, and we really did try to do our very best in setting that example for our family. It is my greatest desire (also Richard's) that our efforts for good will prove fruitful, at all times, that our family will never tire of reviewing this part of our lives, and do their best.We moved to Lost River when Detta was one year old. Richard thought we could better our condition where there was more land. We worked for Myrups one year and lived in a house they built f-ur [?]. We moved back to Riverside the next winter. We returned to Lost River in the spring and moved on to our place. We worked quite hard and spent a very happy time there in Lost River. The kiddies were always at home and we surely enjoyed it. Later, we had a lot of fun going to the dances. Dick or I always went with our children while the other stayed home to attend to the smaller ones. Dick usually wanted me to go so as to be with the others at the dances. It was so far we'd take picnics. We sometimes stayed all night, eat our breakfast, and return home in time to get dinner.We moved back to Riverside in February 1910; Ronald was born there April 12, 1910. When he was three weeks old, we rented our Riverside property and went back to Lost River. When we moved out to stay, we sold our place to James Killian.The kiddies and all thoroughly enjoyed Lost River again. The boys and all did enjoy fishing; we'd get fine little mountain trout. One time when my brother Karl was visiting there, he went fishing with Ferl. Karl didn't seem to be having nearly as good luck as Ferl. "There, Uncle Karl, see there," Ferl consoled him (must have pulled out another mountain trout), "when you've fished as long as I have, maybe you can catch them too." What a thrill Karl got out of that little speech of Ferl's.A big drawback on the Lost River was the poor social and religious conditions. We were under the Northwestern States Mission. Missionaries from different places would come out there and baptize. Detta was baptized there.In about 1913 or 1914, my brother Trene's folks and Aunt Hetties' sister, Mattie Felsted, and family all came out in white-topped buggies to see us. (We weren't yet in our new house.) They camped out in our yard most of the time. They thought it an imposition for so many to eat in our house. Well, as we always made everyone welcome, we felt hurt and thought they ought to eat with us. But since they had gone out camping, we decided to excuse the act. All joined in the fun and had a wonderful time and marvelous visit. Aunt Bertha was with us. They thought the mountain trout the best ever.We had our tents on Spring Creek and were building our new house, but we had a most enjoyable time. We all went up to visit Tom and Christine, and family. They lived near us, which helped a lot because we saw each other often.In 1917, we sold our Lost River property and on November 1st moved to Huntington, Utah. We could make quite a bit of money in Lost River, but moved mostly to improve social conditions.We raised grain, potatoes, hay, etc, and pigs, chickens, etc. We thought there was about 150 bushels that first year. We chartered two railroad cars to move in, and it cost plenty. We had fifteen or twenty horses, machinery and household goods in one car; several cows, a lot of calves (30 to 35 head), and forty-three sheep in the other. We got along well here and most of our children were married here.Ray was to the World War I. He had several cousins there, including three of Fernando's sons. Hugh was killed at Belleau Wood or Argonne Forest. How very sad, he had just returned from a wonderful mission not long before. He had really felt that he would not return.We bought a big farm 1 mile out of Huntington (320 acres), and half a block on the townsite. The house was already there - a big brick one. The orchard was simply loaded with apples. As it was Sunday before we got to pick them, they were all frozen. We were all disappointed over our fine fruit freezing.Our place cost $9,500 there. We had it all paid for but about $2,000, and then decided to go to the coal mines in Mohrland, Utah. We were there three years, then the mine closed and we moved back to Huntington.We were making preparations to go to Mesa, Arizona, so Richard went to Arco to shear sheep in the spring of 1925. He was a good shearer and made good at it. While there he became very ill from some sort of stomach trouble. He was at the home of my nephew, Tom Chamberlain. They were very kind to him, doing all they could to help him. But all efforts were in vain. He died there June 3, 1925, Ferl's birthday. He was buried in the Arco cemetery. We all felt so dreadful and hardly knew what to do for the best. My family were so kind and thoughtful and played a big part in helping me bear my or our burden.I returned to Huntington and got rid of our stuff, cheap. Then I went back to Arco where Ray, Charley, Ferl, Ronald, and Jennie lived. I soon got a job from Will Fallert, out at Howe, cooking. I got $30 a month. He soon proposed a "life's job," so I decided to quit. I stayed in Arco three months. Then on February 26, I moved to Riverside where Bertha and I still are but we visited some. I went to Salt Lake City, and different places, visiting children. Bertha went to our sister, Laura's, in Provo.Later Bertha came home and was ill so she sent for me. We're still here in the red brick house. For thirteen years I carried water about a block, from our neighbor - Crawfords - who lived south of us, but now we have a fine well with pump and we surely enjoy it. We also have electricity and a good Coronado radio. We thoroughly enjoy all our electric appliances. We got our well, and also our electricity in 1939.Charley was killed February 18, 1927, while working in the Wilbert Coal Mine in Little Lost River. A miner working near him was also killed and was so badly mangled that his folks could not see his body. Charley was not hurt so, only his head. The undertaker mentioned several times that he could not understand why the one man was hurt so much more. Brother Parley Black pointed out that Charley's garments had seemed to protect him somewhat from disfiguration.At this time, Charley's wife, LaVerle, was in Huntington with her mother who was ill. She had their three children, but their oldest son, Grant, was with me in Riverside going to school. She had a baby born not long afterward but it did not live long.Ferl died at our Riverside brick house in 1931. He had rheumatism and heart trouble. He came here to stay with me because Ruby was teaching school at Leslie. She came later and was here when he died. It was a comfort to me to do for him; he appreciated every effort on our part to relieve his pain. Ruby and all felt dreadful, but she went back to Leslie to finish her school, which helped take her mind from her trouble. Bessie came for the funeral.We had a very fine vegetable garden east of our house in 1937 and '38. We had some gladiolas, and lovely zinnias in rich velvety reds and other colors. (Zinnia seed given to me by our Weedman neighbors.) Our purple canterbury bells (in bloom) pink four-o’clocks, and the "flower of romance" soon to bloom now (Aug. 9, 1939.)I raised some fine vegetables in 1938 (some cantaloupes) - enough for us and some to give away. But I clear balked on it in 1939. I'm just tending to putting up some fruit, doing housework, and doing some fancy work, especially embroidery. I've made twelve knitted rugs (knit round with crocheted edges) and have made a lot of very pretty quilt tops. So I've been quite busy.Ira (Jennie's husband) brought us some perennial snapdragons, which will soon all be blooming. We also have the burning bush in our front yard, climbing cucumber running up our south wall south of the door, and bouncing biddie in the back. Last, but not least, an adequate supply of tea vine monopolizing our front yard. Of course, no one plants it anymore for it spreads so. But, as Ira says, it's green, though it is sort of a pest.Eliza and I used to go to Moreland for Seminary class. We walked and enjoyed it. Prof. Gene Nelson was the teacher. We went till it got too cold. It is a wonderful and inspirational study, and a great help in after years.I must mention our outings. The ward goes to Lava Hot Springs, (a mineral spring) usually, once or twice a year, and we thoroughly enjoy ourselves.Trene's folks have been living here for more than two years and we visit often. The other day we went for a ride. We stopped at Louise's (my sister-in-law), at Norms - also in Thomas, and on a few miles to Heber's (Norm's son) where we found everyone gone for it was Sunday. We also stopped at Lillie Anderson's (Hettie's sister). We enjoyed our ride and had a very good time.Dave's folks (my sister Laura's son), Dave Chamberlain and family also live in Riverside. Trene's daughter, Norelle, and family live near us. Another nephew, Pwell Fackrell, also lives here running the Riverside garage. My brother, Fernando, and family now live in Blackfoot; they bought a home on South University. They used to live a few blocks south of us, for years and years before moving to Blackfoot.Bessie and Detta have both been here for a visit not so long ago. I feel (although lonesome at times) that I am greatly blessed in their being as near as they are.For future use I am now going to say where my family lives.Ray and family live in Boise. He is working in an ice plant.Jennie and family live in Blackfoot, where they are buying their home. They have quite a large house, a nice (small) garden, beautiful flowers and nice yards.Bessie and family live in Clawson, Utah. She is very busy in church activity and thoroughly enjoys it. Bessie and Andrew have seven children living and two dead. They have twin sons thirteen years old.Detta and family are in Salt Lake City. They have five children.Ronald and family live in Moreland, not far from me. He is busy farming. Although I do not see them very often, we do enjoy a visit once in a while.Charley’s wife married a fine fellow (one of Charley’s best childhood friends) Clint Young. They live in a little canyon called Mapleton on Route #1 near Springville, Utah. They have two children.Ferl’s wife also married again – Lynn Keel. They live in Grouse, Idaho.I now have thirty-five grandchildren, thirty-one living and I have two granddaughters married. (Aug. 1939.)I hear from the girls often. We have always been united. My sons’ wives have always been very kind and thoughtful of me, and have asked my advice in serious questions. I greatly appreciate this thoughtfulness to me.I now dedicate this to my family:“May the Blue-Bird of Happiness scatter sunshine all along your pathway; Bringing you peace, happiness, and sweetest contentment at all times.” (Composed by Hettie P. Fackrell)OUR FAITHOur testimonies have been strengthened many times; we have enjoyed many blessings from our Heavenly Father.At one time, when Ray was about six years old, we all had smallpox. Richard, Karl and Trene had gone over to Parl's (Parley's) who was sick. They afterwards found out he had smallpox, so they were vaccinated. Richard likely had the vaccination and also the smallpox, his arm was so badly swollen and broken out. Well, anyway we all got it. Ray was very ill. Dr. Pointer said he could never live. He laid for about 7 days with his eyes set, and never spoke. The doctor thought it had turned to brain fever. One neighbor, Joe Wintle, called often. The county hired him to make a call every day on all the smallpox patients, or to each place. He never thought Ray would live.Well, he took Ray's name to church (through our request) to have him prayed for; we also fasted and prayed in our son's behalf (mother joining Richard and myself in fasting and prayer). About the time the prayer was made for him, Ray opened his eyes and said, "Mama."Another time when we lived in Huntington, Ronald, who was about eight years old, was taken ill very suddenly in the night. My sister, Mary, stayed to help take care of him in the day time, and we'd take care of him at night. Mary was a good nurse. The doctor did not think Ronald would live. One day as Mary was leaving to go home, Dr. Hill asked, "Are you going home?" She said, "I thought I would." He said, "You'd better stay, it's a matter of a short time." He said it would be all over by morning so Mary stayed with us. Then she called in six or eight of the most faithful sisters in the ward. We held a prayer circle. I was struck very forcibly by the words of one sister as she prayed, "Father, we do not ask for this blessing because of our worthiness, but because we are mothers." We at once noticed that Ronald began to breathe easier and to our happiness he was restored to us.At one time Ferl and Ronald were working in a forest in the northern part of Idaho. One day when Ronald was driving the coupe he met a big truck on a dugway. They couldn't get out on this narrow place so Ronald pulled to the side of the road to make room for them to pass. They then hitched a chain to Ronald's car to help him get back on the road. The chain broke and, with Ronald inside, the car went end over end half way down the hill. The car was stopped momentarily against a tree or some such object and rested there just long enough for him to get out. The jar of his movements as he got out started the car rolling again and it was dashed to pieces in the canyon below. Ferl did not see this for he was working farther on down the canyon.I've always felt these blessings were through our faith and prayers in behalf of my children. Additional notes by Hettie P. FackrellNow I write this myself, and not dictated by Olive.Of course the most of the book was as Olive remembered her childhood and later days. I do not think this part or any other is overdrawn, for Olive did a marvelous work in caring for their family, and everything while Richard was on his mission, for which he always gave her full credit. Seems like at the time I did not fully realize it, but as I am older I more fully realize now how she put forth every effort so he could enjoy the spirit of his calling.Her (blind) sister, Bertha, stayed most of the time with her and would help tend and amuse the kiddies. They were small, and so good, would lovingly lead Aunt Bertha around. Especially Ray and Charlie (and the others later). I so well remember how very good they were not running off to play with the other kiddies if they were busy. I always marveled how those dear little boys - also girls - seemed to sense that duty. The others just the same when they had that duty and were older. Such deeds of kindness so lovingly given are never forgotten.Christine, the adopted sister, was a little Danish girl. She came from Denmark with some missionaries, Eliza's brother Hans Sorenson. Her folks were glad to send her as it took quite a bit to come, and they expected to come as soon as they could. Her mother took ill and they never came for about five years. When they got here, she never remembered them, and preferred to stay with her Fackrell parents, who treated her as their very own. She was a real nice singer, had large brown eyes, and golden hair and rosy cheeks. We all thought a lot of her. They took a lot of interest in church activities. Her name, "Christine Larson" and she always kept her own name. She spent many happy times in Riverside. Took part in plays, etc. She married Laura's son, Tom Chamberlain. They had quite a large family. They lived in Lost River and in Arco at the time of her death a few years ago.
David Bancroft Fackrell - Orderville, UT
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Taken from the 1975 100th Anniversary Commemoration of the Orderville United Order
Born in 1820 in Vermont, had various assignments: Secretary, Treasurer, Appraiser, Dairyman at Castle, in charge of the store and post office; was nine years in the Order. His special talent was the making of much good soap. His wives, Susannah Sumner and Hannah Proctor were active, worked in the boarding house and on the commissary committee. His oldest daughter married Thomas Chamberlain; Bertha married Israel Hoyt, Mary Susannah married Henry Ammon Fowler, Olive married Richard Norwood. His sons were: Cyrenus married Lillian Hoyt, worked at the factory. Fernando married Eliza Sorenson. Enos P. married Louise Fischer; was in the shoe shop, on farm, at the factory. Norman married Elizabeth Meeks, ran the commissary. Joseph S. was a wood hauler.
Memorial / Obituary / Personal History
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David and his wives gave their children middle names which were the maiden name of the birth mother. Hannah Proctor became ill after a long journey in the cold and damp weather and died. Susannah raised all the children after that.
David hunted and trapped during the winter under extreme conditions. One winter an Indian woman found him nearly frozen to death. She took him home with her and she and her fellow Indians treated him very well. He lived with them for quite some time and learned to speak with them. Later David went to St. Louis, Missouri. He heard of gold being discovered in California.
He and several companions started with a pack-train to California. When they reached Salt Lake City they discovered that other Fackrells resided in Bountiful. David went to see if any of these people were his relatives. To his surprise, he found his father, mother, two brothers, and a sister. He decided to remain in Bountiful with his family. David gave his companions his horses and provisions and told them to leave without him. The companions were killed at Toole by the Indians. (Source: "A Brief Sketch of David Bancroft Fackrell")
David was on the Board of Directors of the United Order at Orderville, Utah, having been baptized into that organization at Toquerville, Utah on 14 or 15 July 1875. He was also secretary to the United Order. (The source for the information in this paragraph is a diary entry of one Thomas Chamberlain.)
Joseph Smith Papers- Sarah Ann Higbee RS member March 24, 1842
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This is the url link to the original document of the Relief Society. Sarah Ann was voted to be a member of the RS on March 24, 1842. One week after it's organization. See Sarah Ann's name here.
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JOURNAL OF JAMES FACKRELL, JR.
BROTHER TO DAVID BANCROFT FACKRELL
COPIED FROM ORIGINAL HANDWRITTEN JOURNAL
Autobiography of James Fackrell, Jr.
History of James Fackrell, Jr. written by myself. I was born in ???. and when I was eight years old my fathers family consisting of my parents, two brothers, two sisters and myself moved to the state of Michigan and settled in Bertrand, barren, but there lived and prospered in the this worlds goods, until the year of 1843 when there were missionaries sent there from Nauvoo belonging to the Latter-day Saints. My parents were very much apposed to them and would not go to hear them preach. I went and heard them and saw that their doctrine was scriptural, therefore I was desirous that my parents should hear them. So I invited Richard Sprague and Phelps to go home with me and I introduced them as Mormon Preachers. They commenced conversation and before they left they convinced my parents of the truth of their doctrine In a short time after my father, mother and sister Lucy were baptized. Sometime previous to this I was at a camp meeting held by the Methodist Episcopal church and was converted and was baptized into their church by sprinkling. I remained in their church about six months and saw that it was the same thing right-over all the time and I got sick of it. I went to the class leader and told him to scratch my name off from his books. They reasoned with me for some time but with no avail so he scratched my name off at last. This time getting taken in made me cautious afterwards. When I heard the mormons preach I firmly believed it but I waited to see if it would not flat out, and to see if they practiced what they preached, but the more I heard of it the better I liked it. On the 25th of August 1845, my brother Joseph C. Fackrell was married to Clarissa Dempsey and previous to this time my brother David B. had left home and gone to Wisconsin, so I was the only boy that was left at home with my father. About this time the sad news came there that Joseph the prophet and Hyrum the Patriarch were martyred and the twelve had taken charge of the church and wanted all the saints who were scattered abroad to gather at Nauvoo and prepare to go to the West. My father accordingly sold his farm at a sacrifice of about-one half its value and started for Nauvoo leaving my brother Joseph and his wife in Michigan, they not wishing to go with the Mormons. Nothing worthy of note occurred during our journey only I saw great prejudice manifested against the Mormons. The people would not keep us over night if we told them we were going to Nauvoo, therefore it caused us great trouble at times to procure lodging for the night. We arrived in Nauvoo the last of March 1845. We rented a house and moved into it and began to look around the City. I expected to find the people perfect but I could see men thru the drink and I could hear swearing on all sides of me, thinks I "Is this the people that calls themselves Saints". I thought they were ??? but when I came to consider that there were good and bad in all communities I came to look for the good there and I could find a majority of them in that place. We staid in Nauvoo about three weeks and then started for the west, we knew not where. While one was in Nauvoo my sister Lucy was taken sick from which she never recovered. She was always of a delicate constitution and being exposed to the storms and cold was more than she could stand. Nothing worthy of note occurred until we arrived at Council Bluffs. There my sister Lucy died on the 20th of June 1846, which was a severe flow to us all. She was a good Saint and was dearly beloved by all who knew her. We laid her body in the ground and her spirit returned to God who gave it there to rest for a little season, when it will again return and take her body in a immortal state. When Christ shall come to make us his jewels. Shortly after we arrived at Council Bluffs Col. Kane was sent there by the general government to enlist five hundred men for the Mexican war. I suppose it was a plot to see the people were true to the government or not, but in the short space of a few days the men were raised. They did all they could at the Bluff and then Brigham Young, Heber C. Kimball and others went back on the road to raise the balance of them out of them that had not got there yet. The men started a few days notice and left their families with out houses or homes or anything to subsist on to go and fight the battles of their enemies and those that had driven them repeatedly from their houses and homes. After they had gone the balance of us that were left set about preparing for the winter. We built log cabins to live in and cut hay for our cattle and then went down in to Missouri for provisions. I went down to Missouri once that fall with a team and took a job of work and made provisions to last thru the winter and returned home. I staid until the beginning of winter and then went down again without a team. I was gone some time but only got half a months work and returned home. That spring which was 1847 the Twelve with some others started as pioneers to find a location for the Saints that spring. I staid at home and put in a small crop and left my father at home to tend it and took a team and went to Missouri. This time my sister Betsy Jane came with me. This time I went as far as Savannah. There I got into work and Betsy Jane got a job of spinning close by so that she could be making something. We staid about six weeks and returned home loaded. When we got home I set about cutting hay for the winter. I cut about fifteen tons and stacked up on the prairie and hauled a few loads home. Early in the fall the prairie got on fire and burned up one stack of about eight tons and in trying to back fire around the other that got on fire and burned up too, so it left us with very little hay. Late in that fall of 1847 the Twelve and first of the men that went with them returned bringing news that they had found a valley in the Rocky Mountains that they had named Great Salt Lake Valley, it having a salt lake in it of considerable size. They left a few men to guard the place with the company that followed them should arrive, when they came back they gave out word that they wanted all that could to prepare to go with them next spring. Being scarce of hay that fall I took three yoke of oxen and went to Missouri partly to keep the cattle and make a ??? to go in the Spring. I took a job of hauling logs to a sawmill. I was where I could buy corn for ten cents a bushel, so I kept my cattle fat till winter so in the spring they were in good plight to start. I was successful in making a f???. While I was there this time there was quite a number of the soldiers returned that had went at the call to California and among the number were a George W. Hancock who commenced paying his attentions to my sister Betsy Jane. When I returned I made every preparation for starting to the valley. On the 14th of May 1848 George Washington Hancock and my sister Betsy Jane were married, and the next day we left her and started for the valley. Nothing of note occurred with us until we arrived in the valley. We found a barren looking place, but we had been on the road so long that we were glad to stop. We set about preparing for the winter. I went about ten miles north of Great Salt Lake City and found a good place and decided to move there. As soon as I got back to camp I was taken sick with the mountain fever and lay sick about two months. In about two days after I was taken sick we moved to the place I had looked at and as soon as I got about we set about building a house to shelter us from the storms, but to do our best it was about the middle of January before we got into it and in the spring we commenced to open a farm by fencing and putting in grain but the crickets and cattle took about all we could raise that year being the year 1849. But the next year we raised plenty to keep us. In the fall of 1849 G. W. Hancock and family arrived in the Valley. This year the emigration commenced to go through California, and sold clothing here cheaper than it could be bought in the state which fulfilled a prophecy of H.A. Kimball. In the fall of 1848 he said that with in a year from the time clothing could be bought here cheaper than in the states. It was a great help to the people in the valley for clothing was getting scarce.
January 13th 1849 I married Martha Ann Chapman and left my father and went to work for myself. I started in the world with nothing but my hands to help myself with. I worked by days work for my bread and rented some land and put in some wheat and I was prosperous in all things that I worked at. This summer being 1850 my oldest brother David B. Fackrell came into the valley on his way to California. He stopped and thought he would rest a few weeks and visit with us as we had not seen him for about the space of twelve years.
Mary Susannah Sumner
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MARY SUSANNAH SUMNER FACKRELL FOWLER
Mary was a child of pioneers, born in a pioneer land among a people fired with a religious zeal to pioneer a new way of life as well as a new land. This story of her life has been written in the absence of sufficient source material to make it truly biographical. The personal impressions and feelings of the writer are so abundantly rifled throughout that it is more eulogy than biography. Because of its obvious limitations it will be of most interest to those who lived close to her and knew and love her, and who thus will be able to fill in the gaps with their memories and impressions.
The written story is divided into chapters of varying length, each aiming to reveal a particular facet of her make-up. Following a brief overview of some of the highlights of her life, views are given of her family background and early life; also a portrait of her husband is briefly sketched. Thereafter chapters are devoted to her children, her writing, her major activities, (family, church work, nursing) her writings, her special interests, and finally a few remembrances.
Fred M. Fowler
June 4, 1945
Mary Susannah Sumner Fackrell came into the world endowed with unusual intelligence, a keen sensitivity, manifest from earliest childhood throughout her life, gave her a quick awareness of the feelings of others. With these two outstanding capacities, she developed an unrelenting and unwavering passion for spiritual, ethical, and aesthetic values. This great drive for the good, the true, and the beautiful permitted her to find satisfactions beyond the limitations of constant and continued poverty. She sought and found these values in the ordinary and everyday things of life. But even more she developed the ability to extend her horizons and spiritualize deprivations and crushing trials.
She could marry at 16 and in 7 years bear five children, then tear up their humble home in the tiny three room house, separate from parents and brothers and sisters and friends and migrate for nearly three cold rainy November weeks by team and wagon over roads which at times forced her to walk and carry her baby. She could then settle down in a two room dirt roofed, dirt floor home and bear six more children and bury three of them in the next 11 years
-- she could do all these things and still write poems in praise of the goodness of her God.
It was a deeply rooted, unshakable religious faith which permitted her to substitute the satisfactions of spiritual strivings for the physical comforts which were denied her. For the sake of her religion she would permit her husband to marry polygamously and bear children by another woman whom she could sincerely call sister and cheerfully nurse through confinement and sickness. When her youngest child was three years old she could send her husband on a mission for their church and write in her diary on Oct. 6, 1902, "I now begin to realize what it will be to be a missionary's wife. It is an experience I've always desired, yet always dreaded. My outlook is not very encouraging. But though I feel sad, I'm thankful for the privilege of parting with my husband for a little while to spread the glorious Gospel which is dearer than anything on earth to me. I believe our Heavenly Father will care for him and us."
She could go on making entries in her diary for the nearly 2 years he was away from home about the sickness of herself and of the children, about how she and the children worked for neighbors harvesting potatoes and receiving potatoes in pay, or of her doing janitor work in the school house in order to earn a few dollars. She could make these entries in her diary along with testimonies of how much comfort her children were to her and with repeated expressions of resolution to be more grateful to her God for her blessings and more determined to be kind and good to others.
She could tell of her joy at the pleasure of others. One entry noted that "Laura (her eldest daughter, then about 15) got her a nice fine pair of shoes, the first any of us ever had." (The shoes worn by all the family had up to that time been made by the husband who was away from home giving his service to his church without pay.) Similarly she could thrill at meeting admirable people -- "Called on Sister Mckee. If there is a Saint on earth, that beautiful old lady is one. She is sure we'll get along all right if we do right", or yet again, "...attended Relief Society Conference. Had a good time. Talked with Sister Steveson whom I had met before, also the lovely L.L.G. Richards" (these were the visiting representatives from the central office in Salt Lake City.)
She could spin, knit, sew and care for the daily needs of her large family and met trial and adversity and yet find time to go to the aid of others in distress, to devote much time to her church, to write dozens of pages of prose and verse. As the years went on her activities and interests multiplied. Demands for her services increased. And although the end of her busy life came all too soon -- six days after her 58th birthday, who can say that she did not live a full life? Life does indeed have more dimensions than mere length.
But to have a full appreciation of these highlights of the life of Mary S.S. Fackrell Fowler, it would be necessary to have lived close to her through the years, sharing some of her experience, knowing the influences playing upon her. This being impossible, the next best thing is to get a close up view of the events of her life and times.
Mary Fackrell was born October 23, 1862, the seventh of her mother's 15 children. There were three boys and three girls before, and seven boys and one girl after her. And to the second wife of the polygamous family there were also born after her six more of her father's children - all boys. Their fifteen were born within the years 1852 and 1875, the six between 1864 and 1867.
Little is known of her ancestry, either of their identity or of their occupations and interests. That they were of sturdy lineage is evidenced by numerous progeny in a pioneering land. That they were of common stock may be inferred from the little information which has been observed about them. Mary's father, David Bancroft Fackrell, was born in Grafton, Vermont, April 6, 1820, the son of James Fackrell and Amy Crumb, who were respectively born in North Petherton, England on February 2, 1761, and in Grafton Vermont, on September 14, 1799. Farther back than this, the Fackrell and Crumb ancestors are only partially known for two generations. John Fackrell, Father of James, grandfather of David and great grandfather of Mary was born September 14, 1749, in North Petherton, England. He was the son of Henry Fackress, who was born in the same place July 7, 1722.
The wife of John Fackrell, the Great grandmother of Mary was Joan Bradford, born in the year 1750, place unknown. The wife of Henry Fackrell was Jane or Nancy Fry, born the same year as her husband, 1722 place unknown. Even less is known about Amy Crumb's ancestry. Her Father, Mary's grandfather was Joseph Crumb. He was born Feb. 2, 1767 Rhode Island. His wife Prudence Landfear, Joseph Crumb's father, Joseph Crumb was born in the year 1751 place unknown. Similarly only the year of birth is known of the parents of Prudence Landfear, Daniel Landfear, 1732 and Eunice Wise, 1739.
David Fackrell left his Vermont home when he was only 15. Lead by his venturesome spirit his wanderings took him to New Orleans, Des Moines, St. Louis. At one time he joined with trappers and met with misfortunes. Lost in a blizzard, he was found by Indians who cared for his frozen feet and kept him with them for 10 months. At Des Moines he fell in love with Ellen Carroll who died before they could be married. At age 30 in the year 1850 he joined with a company of gold seekers headed for California. A chance conversation when the company stopped at Salt Lake City gave him work that some Fackrells had settled just a few miles farther north. His curiosity aroused, he sought them out and discovered that they were his parents, James and Amy Crumb Fackrell, whom he had not seen for 15 years.
Some time after David had left his parents in their Vermont home they had become members of the Mormon Church and joined the increasing west ward migration of the Latter Day Saints. Was it pure chance which led to David's reunion with his family? Was it only chance which led an English orphan girl to his parent's home where they met, fell in love, and married? It is of more than passing interest to note that the gold seekers with whom David had traveled thus far across the plains were massacred by indians in Nevada a short time after David dropped out of the company.
Even less is known of the ancestry of Mary's mother, this English orphan girl whose maiden name is Sumner. Her father was John Sumner, born January 25, 1810 in Exton, England. Her mother was Sarah Brimley, who was born in the same place January 26, 1811. To the marriage of John Sumner and Sarah Brimley were born three children. The first two were boys who died in infancy. The third child was a daughter, Susannah who gave both this name and her maiden name, Sumner to their own forth daughter, Mary. John sumner died when Susannah was an infant. Her mother then returned to her own people, the Brimleys, for a short time before emigrating to America with her daughter where she settled in St. Louis and remarried. Her second husband was a widower with three daughters all older than Susannah. His name was John Parker. To this second marriage four children were born, only one a son, surviving infancy. It was here in St. Louis that Susannah's mother and step father heard the Mormon missionaries and joined the church.
When Susannah was 12 an outbreak of cholera took both her mother and step father. The little 8 year old half brother was with another family some few miles away so that she saw little of him. None of the less she was grief stricken at his accidental death which came about by being dragged by a horse which he was leading. This left Susannah quite alone. The step sisters who were older had been placed with other families. A year or so later a Mormon family (named Birch) heard of the young mormon girl orphaned and living in a non mormon home. The Birches were migrating to Utah and invited Susannah to go with them. This she consented to do. She had grown rapidly and matured early and was able to yoke and drive oxen and also greatly help the semi-invalid Mrs. Birch.
The Birches apparently did not get on well. Susannah was in the uncomfortable position of sympatheticallly helping the woman and incurring the displeasure of the man. In a violent fit or temper he kicked Susannah who was slow to leave a task of packing to yoke the oxen at his bidding. This incident led to his expulsion from the wagon train. Thereupon he left in a light rig and beat them into Salt Lake City. When the wagon train arrived he was on hand and proposed that Susannah should become his polygamous wife.
This proposal she indigently refused and found another family to stay with. The new family was non-mormon. They were migrating to California and had stopped to rest a short time at a little community just north of Salt Lake City.
It was at this point that James and Amy Crumb Fackrell heard of the mormon girl who was about to leave the land of the Mormons with the non-Mormon family. They visited Susannah and generously asked her to live in their home as one of their own daughters. This invitation the lonely girl happily accepted, and so met the man whom she was to wed the following July (1851).
David and Susannah Fackrell started their home in a one-room log house with a dirt floor and roof. A bunk was built in one corner of the room. Sawed off logs served for chairs. Cooking was done over an open fireplace in skillet and bake oven. But their land was good and by the time Mary was born they had prospered. Cows and sheep were acquired. The wool from the sheep was carded, spun, and woven and knit. It was a busy, happy hardworking home in which Mary began her life. Tragedies were met and adjusted to along with whatever good and pleasant things that come. Her mother had developed a habit of reading novels. In a pioneering land where a driven people were striving to establish themselves securely and quickly the seeming idleness of novel reading was commonly preached against. While Mary's mother was reading one day her 16-month-old baby boy wandered out without being missed for sometime. He was found in the spring drowned. In remorse a resolution was then made and never broken to read any more novels.
Nevertheless books were known in the home and book learning was respected. Mary's father, although he had but a few weeks of formal schooling, was known as an authority on spelling and pronunciation. During the years of his wandering he had evidently found much interest in reading. A significant side light to his make-up is reflected in an incident related in the diary of his youngest daughter, Olive. He had acquired a habit of heavy smoking which was of course frowned upon by his adopted church. The habit was abruptly stopped after he dreamed one night that a heavenly messenger visited him and held up his apparently diseased stomach for inspection.
David Fackrell married his polygamous wife the same month that Mary was born. Six years later, President Brigham Young called him to go with many others to colonize the section then known as "The Muddy" several hundred miles southwest of Salt Lake Valley. With him he took the second wife, Hannah, and her two little sons and Susannah's oldest son, Joseph. On the way Hannah's youngest child died. Two years later David returned to Bountiful for Susannah and the children. Returning to the Muddy they got as far as Overton only to learn that the muddy was being abandoned as a Mormon colony because it had been determined that its location was within the boundaries of Nevada rather than in the territory of Utah. When the colony was thus disbanded its members were free to go where they chose, a goodly number elected to remain together and settle at a point in Southern Utah. The place decided upon was Mt. Carmel. Here the Fackrell's stayed until 1873 (about 2 1/4 years). When the United Order was formed most of those who had came from the Muddy joined. This group moved on a few miles farther east and established themselves in the settlement now known as Orderville.
Without doubt the way of life of these deeply religious people profoundly influenced the ideals, habits, and attitudes of Mary whose most formative years were spent here.
It is generally conceded that of all the attempts made by groups of church members in the early days of Utah to live the communal life known as the "United Order", this little colony in Kane County was the most successful. All of the affairs of the order were administered by the constituted ecclesiastical authorities. Thus the temporal and the spiritual were blended under the aura of divine sanction. An unusual unity of faith and purpose was achieved. In the beginning all members ate in a common dinning room. Although this practice as later changed, yet so many activities were carried on in unison during the few years that the order existed that a feeling of brotherhood and oneness prevailed in mutual feelings of regard long after the order was broken up.
Land, capital good, and livestock were owned by the order. It was the rule that all should carry a just part of the essential responsibility and labor. Each was assigned his task. Credit was given off the books for the labor performed at rated of earnings fixed by the council of the presiding brethren. Food, clothing, and other goods and services consumed by the members likewise were charged against them at a declared value. At the end of each accounting period the records were cleared by the simple action of voting in general council to cancel debts and credits and clear many balances from the books.
As the extent and value of the holdings increased a system of stewardships was substituted for the old centralized management. This marked the first step toward eventual liquidation of the order which came as the inevitable result of the pressure of economic development outside the order and the weakness of human frailty within .
It was indeed a noble experiment. In any weighing of the good and the bad certain elements stand out boldly on both sides. For instilling the Christian virtues into the characters of its members the United Order had a high potency. But here were many of an age who grew from childhood into full economic productiveness during the life of the order, for these it was hard to shift into a harsh, competitive world and make a living when the order broke up. Rude awakenings were in store for them as they left the shelter where love, charity, and sacrifice had been supreme.
Mary Fackrell was about 2 years old when her parents joined the order. Before it broke up she had married and borne two children. Thus the influence of its way of life was strong upon her. So did the others, she learned to work without stint. Thus when her mother was assigned the responsibility for supervising the Castle dairy which was located many miles from Orderville the children went along and did their share of the many tasks to be done. At other times, if the assignments were to braid straw and make hats, or to sew clothes from homespun cloth, each learned her appointed duty. To be sure the life of the order was not all work. Much time was devoted to church and spiritual activity and observance. Family prayer was a never neglected ritual. Group meetings were many. The atmosphere and proceedings of these meetings were of the same pattern whether concerned with civil or ecclesiastical matters. In all of them there was a constant exhortation toward an increased understanding of the Christian Gospel which they espoused. Cultural activities carried on through their Mutual Improvement Associations and through other auxiliary organizations were held in high esteem. School was not neglected. Mary was so apt a pupil that she herself was regularly teaching the "Beginners" by the time she was 16. Her mother had also been one of the teacher before here. Nor was recreation slighted with all the labors and devotion to church responsibilities. Holidays were celebrated by the whole community. Festive occasions commonly observed elsewhere were not neglected here. Maypoles were braided. Independence Day was a chief holiday, as was Pioneer Day.
It was during the years of the United Order that Mary began accepting responsibility for service to her church. From her youth to her final passing there were only short periods when she did not have at least one regular church responsibility--teaching classes in Sunday School, Children's Primary associations, Mutual Improvement associations, and the president of the latter organization, secretary of the Relief Society, and Stake President of the Primary Association. Her husband told with both pride and chagrin of his own failure as a Sunday School teacher; of how he could not manage the lively and sometimes mischievous youngsters; and of how Mary took over the class and in short order had them managing themselves by self-imposed rules with high morale and great loyalty to her.
Sometime before leaving Orderville Mary was selected to serve as President of the Young Ladies Mutual Improvement Association. One of the prized possessions of the family is the table scarf made from cloth woven in the community and with the embroider's names of dozens of the members who gave it to her as a parting gift.
During this period too her urge for writing began to find expression under the stimulus of the warm approval of those who read her "Editorials" and verses in the little current publication which was regularly printed in the community. A considerable number of her writings have been preserved. Reading them gives many glimpses into her character.
On September 29, 1880 not quite a month before Mary Fackrell turned 18 she took vows of eternal and Celestial marriage with Henry Ammon Fowler in St. George Temple. What sort of person was this young man who won her love and confidence? Just like her he was descended from common English folk. His parents had heard the Mormon missionaries in Sheffield, England, where they joined the church. Within a few years they migrated to the land of Zion with their three children--Harriet, Henry, and Florence. This was in 1863, when Ammon, the name by which he was generally called, was nearly 6 years old.
His childhood and youth were in a home environment of strong religious faith. His father, William, served as a missionary in his home land before migrating. It was then that he composed the words of the hymn that was to become one of the popular church songs, "We Thank Thee O God for a Prophet".
But the continuity of this stable environment was broken, first by the death of his father and then by the re-marriage of his mother and her own death a few years latter. William and his wife, Ellen Bradshaw Fowler, were sent by Brigham Young shortly after their arrival in Salt Lake Valley to the town of Manti where he was to teach school. But the exposures of the long journey from England by boat, rail, and wagon train greatly weakened his lungs, which were already weakened from his apprenticeship and work as a skilled craftsman in the cutlery trade. He contracted consumption and had to turn the work of teaching over to his wife, who also courageously cared for him and the three children.
In August of 1865, when Ammon was in his 8th year his father died. After a year and a half back in Salt Lake City his mother again went with her children to Manti where she continued her work in the school, and in another year and a half re-married. Her second husband was a blacksmith and a farmer. By him she bore a son.
Ammon helped his step-father in his shop. The fall that he turned 14 he took a job which required him to haul wood by an ox team from the nearby hills and to plow and do general farm work. The man for whom he worked was a Danish convert who could speak no English. Ammon quickly picked up the language so he could converse freely with his employer. It is of passing interest to note that a few years later he just as easily acquired the ability to talk the language of the Piute Indians. With the $24 earned by his 6 month work he helped his mother buy her first stove. She did not long enjoy it. During the summer of Ammon's sixteenth year she died. The next couple of years were spent at many odd jobs, driving oxen and mules, shearing sheep, doing farm work.
His older sister, Harriet, married a man who took her to Orderville where they joined the United Order in the summer of 1875. The younger sister, Florence, went with them and they importuned their brother to follow, this he did in the late fall of that same year. Thus it was that the instability which followed the breaking up of the home was replaced by the steadying influence of the community wherein all its residents were as one large family. And thus it was that Mary Fackrell and Ammon Fowler were brought together.
Even though he was never to give her riches, (it was not until their children were grown and away that the level of poverty was surmounted) yet he did give her companionship. He willingly seconded her passion for spiritual and intellectual striving. Life with him could not possibly be monotonous. His interests, talents and activities were too many and diverse for that. To name some of them, he gained a reputation as one of the outstanding snare drummers in the surrounding area. He started by whittling his own sticks and using a dry log for his drum. He learned to read music and to play the flute, fife, and piccolo. He also learned to play the violin and was in great demand for programs and dances. The quality of his tenor voice was pleasing. Because of this and the fact that he could read music, he became the choir leader, serving in that capacity in Orderville and again in Huntington for many years. Ammon Fowler's occupational talents were even more scattered. His dexterity and steady nerves made him the person turned to for setting broken bones, sewing up cuts, lansing infections, and extracting teeth in a land where there were no doctors or dentists. His youngest son who became a teacher and spent his first five years of educational service in Kane County had a dramatic testimony of the surgical craftsmanship of his father.
During a visit of the father, who was eager to see again the environs of his youth, a short journey was made from Kanab to Moccasin where the United Order had owned lands on which cane was grown to supply molasses--an activity in which Ammon had had a part. While there a conversation took place with one of the residents. Reminiscing, Ammon told of word coming to Orderville on one occasion some 50 odd years before that a child had a broken leg and would someone please come to set it. And so he related how he saddled a horse and rode over the sand hills to find a 3 year old whose leg was broken near the hip; and of how he invented a splint and a means of stretching the leg to its proper length; and of how he used the child's interest in the harmonica which he took from his pocket to divert his attention and save him from some of the shock from the pain of the set. At the end of his story he said he'd often wondered how the child had gotten along. Whereupon the resident who had listened to the tale answered him that the results had been satisfactory because he was that child and had never had the slightest difficulty wit his leg which was perfectly straight and normal.
Ammon's formal schooling was limited to about 23 months scattered among his childhood and youth. Experience was his teacher. Even in his musical skills he had no lessons. They were just "picked up".
While in the Order, Ammon learned to make boots and shoes and was one of the fastest workmen in the shop. He also took part each spring in the seasons work of sheep shearing and again excelled in this because of his speed and dexterity. After the United Order dissolved he earned the carpentry trade but abandoned that for plastering which paid higher wages. All of these things he did for many years. His shoe making for a living was abandoned after meeting with an accident which partially crippled his hand. Incidentally this accident also somewhat impaired his talent with the fiddle.
He was a prodigious worker and turned without false pride to many things in order to provide for his large family. And always he sought excellence. His track garden was known to yield the earliest tomatoes. The produce of this garden and orchard was sought after.
Thus Ammon Fowler gave his family the diversion of many interests and activities. He also managed, or better mismanaged, to provide occasions of great anxiety thorough meeting with some near fatal accidents. The first serious one was mentioned above. It occurred when he caught his sleeve in a power saw and nearly severed his left wrist. Loss of blood was great. Recovery took nearly a year and was never compete; the cords of three fingers were shortened which limited their normal movement.
In the fall of 1901 after he had moved Mary and her children to Provo, Utah so that the older boys could attend the Brigham Young College, he fell from a scaffold while plastering. Several ribs were broken and his liver damaged. The accident occurred in the northern part of the State. He was sent home immediately, but peritentis nearly took his life. The doctor who was called gave him up. But Mary exercised both her great talent as a nurse and her tremendous faith; without despair and without ceasing either to work or to pray she brought him safely through this crisis. Throughout his life he went on having minor accidents, but these two were the most severe at least during Mary's life.
Another phase of his personality must be noted because it was of almost constant concern to Mary. Throughout his life he was prone to speak too quickly because he was quickly. He was intolerant of weakness and imperfections in others, and he was impatient. Thus she was veiled upon to soothe the irritations which he frequently aroused. She recognized and accepted her place as a stabilizer to him. On the other hand it cannot be too strongly stressed that he took great pride in her many talents and loyally supported her in all her undertakings, the only times he failed to do this was when he saw her giving too much of herself to others to the detriment of her health. It was only on such occasions that friction between them became manifest. She was not easily deterred from her purpose nor lightly turned aside from her great desire to be of service.
The worth of personality was held at a high level in the ebes of Mary Fowler. To her the phrase "children of God" meant something very real. She keenly felt a direct responsibility to her God for the welfare, development, and moral rectitude of her own children. She also gave her time and talents without stint to the spiritual nurture of many others as well through her service in the church auxiliary organizations, and as a wise confidant of the many who sought her out individually.
Her eleven children were born within the years 1881 to 1898--17 years. In spite of poverty she never once learned that she was to have another child that she did not warmly thrill at that knowledge. Three of her children--the sixth, eighth, and tenth--died in infancy. A twelfth and final pregnancy resulted in still-born twins. In the loss of her dear ones her sorrow was intense but not bitter, due to the quality of her religious faith. No bitterness was shown even when her most dearly loved son, her second born who was so unwaveringly constant to his mother's highest ideals, died in maturity the father of two children. Even then her anguish neither crushed her high purpose nor daunted her faith.
It is significant, too, that without exception her children responded to the quality of their motherhood with an adoring devotion that was almost worship. Consciousness of having fallen short of her expectations was accompanied by a sense of having wronged her almost more than of having fallen short of the moral precepts which were violated. This oneness or identification of her and all of the highest ideals in the attitudes of her children too humble in spirit for that. It was rather the by-product of her never failing goodness and of her passionate desire that her children should emulate in their lives the ideals dear to her.
A few extracts from a diary kept intermittently for a period of two or three years afford glimpses into her attitudes and feelings toward her children. Under date of October 1, 1900 she wrote, "Rey boy came home after an absence of five and a half months. All of our trouble was forgotten in the joy of his coming." Another entry made the new day said, "Rey brought $31 home after buying a suit of clothes. He sent $25 home in August. The boys are all good to work and have their wages used for the benefit of the family."
On a Sunday sometime after her husband had left on his mission a note in her diary tells much. "I went to Sunday School and Meetings. Arno won't go out on Sunday because his clothes are too shabby. Eben won't go out today because his shirt doesn't suit. He won't wear a white one. Laurie and Rey will go when they are at all decent. This is a blessing to me."
On her birthday nearly a year later she wrote, "......it is a great comfort to me that my husband is laboring in the missionary field. My children are a great comfort and help to me." A short time later she entered the following revealing note in her record, "A beautiful Sabbath day....Arno is getting to be so steady and good. In fact they all are good. I thank my Heavenly Father every day for my children."
The following fragments recorded at later intervals add to the picture. "...I think Eben is quitting tobacco. He is such a nice big boy and it will make me so happy if he will be good." "....My sweet, pretty Asa is so loving and good, but he won't get ready for Sunday School on time. "Eben." Again, "This is my Reyboys 18th birthday. He used to be a great care to me because he was so sickly, but always a comfort." And another, "Oh dear, what will I ever do with Eben. He is such a truant. He will surely kill me." "Leo (the second wife's son) has been very sick. I have spent part of my time there instead of doing the lot of work I had to do."
High aspirations were held for the children of Mary Fowler. Soon after her husband returned from his mission she persuaded him to move her and her children to Provo where educational opportunities in advance of those of the little home community were available. The two older sons attended the Brigham Young Academy and qualified to teach school while the younger children attended the lower schools. After 4 years in Provo during which the two oldest boys as well as the oldest daughter married, the family returned to the home in Huntington.
For instilling the habits and attitudes which she desired to see in the lives of her children she depended upon the power of example, suggestion, and persuasion rather than upon preaching or the laying down of hard and fast rules to be followed. She instinctively understood that decisions and choices underlying the attitudes and behavior of her children had to be their own. She had the patience to bear seeing mistakes made and missteps taken rather than make and enforced her own decisions in the lives of her children.
That she had great tact is shown by the following incident which the writer vividly recalls from his childhood. Along the way traveled to school, a most enticing "candy emporium" was conveniently located. "Uncle Ame" the operator of this establishment encouraged children to buy his wares using eggs for the pay inasmuch as money, especially in the hands of children was rather scarce. The writer had a habit of occasionally surreptitiously slipping two or three eggs from our Minorca hens in his pocket to be used for this purpose, and supposed that his practice was unknown. At the dinner table one Sunday afternoon, all the married sons and daughters and their families were gathered according to usual custom. The conversation turned to the merits of various breeds of chickens. Opinion differed as to the size of their eggs. The opportunity, if not deliberately made, was at least taken advantage of to let the errant son know that his sly delinquencies were known. She carefully made the conversational remark without any apparent weighing of words or voice, "Uncle Ame says that our eggs are as large as any that come into his store." It may be that others did not attach any special significance to the remark, but it was a bombshell to the errant one and no more eggs were taken without permission.
Mary Fowler lived to see all but her youngest one married. And during her life she was a lode star drawing to her the married children who sought to keep their own homes as near as possible. Eloquent testimony of the warmth and breadth of her understanding is borne by the attitudes toward her of the wives and husbands of her sons and daughters. Without exception, they felt closely drawn to her with a loyalty, devotion, and confidence that removed every vestige of the "in-law" element from their relations.
She attended the birth of many of her grandchildren and remained a wise counselor to their parents.
To write more of the lives and doings of the children of Mary Fowler would reveal more of the life of their mother, since her children constituted so large a part of her life. But to do this is difficult. Some of the children besides the writer are yet living; and appraisal is both hard to make and somewhat hazardous. However one generalization may be permissible which will afford a partial overall estimate of the effectiveness of her motherhood and the extent to which her ambitions for her children were realized.
An earlier statement will be recalled that her dearest hopes for her children were that they should show in their lives the common Christian virtues. High moral character and loyalty to the Church were prized above social or intellectual achievement, and far above economic status. It is significant, then, that some of the children have remained within the Church, several have established rather outstanding records of Church service. Of the six sons who lived to maturity, three became school teachers, two became skilled craftsmen in the building trades, and one is a competent pharmacist. The two daughters married farmers and have held fast to the ideals of their mother.
Susannah Sumner Fackrell
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Mary Susannah Fackrell Fowler's mother - your Great Grandmother
A SKETCH OF THE LIFE OF SUSANNAH SUMNER FACKRELL,
TAKEN FROM LAURA CHAMBERLAIN, HER DAUGHTER.
Susannah Sumner began her earthly career in Eaton, Lancashire England, October 29th, 1836. She was the daughter of John Sumner and Sarah Bromly. Her father died while she was very young, and her mother came to the United States before she was able to walk, and settled in St. Louis, Missouri. She soon married a man by the name of John Parker, a widower with several children.
They heard the Gospel preached and joined the church and planned on making their way to Utah but were never permitted to do so for a scourge of cholera came amongst them and both her mother and step-father were fatally stricken. So at the age of twelve Susannah was left alone.
A woman by the name of Katings gave her a home for her services with the children and she stayed with them two or three years when another woman by the name of Burch offered her the chance to come to Utah with them. She walked most of the way. Mr. Burch was unkind but Mrs. Burch defended her against him.
When she arrived in Salt Lake there were some gold seekers going to California and wished her to go with them but there was a family living in Bountiful who had heard of the lone Mormon girl and they offered her a home with them and she was thus permitted to remain in the Church influences.
James and Amy (Crumb) Fackrell were the people who befriended her. They came to Utah in 1848 and after Susannah went to live with them their son David came from the east with some California gold seekers and stopped over to see his folks (in 1850). They prevailed on him to remain with them.
Susannah married David when she was but sixteen and he was about thirty and they had their endowments before her third child was born.
They had quite a bit of trouble with the Indians in the early days at Bountiful. One day while David was gone to the Canyon for wood an Indian came and demanded bread. She had dough mixed and gave him some and he proceeded to use what wood she had to bake it with and when she protested he drew a long knife on her. She saw a boy quite a ways off and screamed to him and the frightened Indian ran. She said that the boy was such a coward that if he had heard her he would have run the other way.
They owned a farm in Bountiful and kept some sheep and Susannah helped take care of them and used to spin and weave the wool for their clothes and also for other people.
Reading matter was scarce in those days so that the magazines were passed around to let as many as possible get the benefit of them. The New York Ledger was one of the story papers printed at that time and Susannah, with several others and their older daughters were assembled to hear the continued stories and became so interested that her sixteen months old baby boy slipped out unnoticed and when they found him he had fallen in the spring where they got their drinking water. Her sorrow was terrible for she felt that it was punishment and she quit the use of tea and coffee and never read any more novels.
In 1870 the family moved to Long Valley and settled in a little place called Carmel. The territory was soon dotted with buildings made of logs. A little later the United Order was organized by Brigham Young and other church authorities. They were members of the Order as long as it lasted (about 9 or 10 years), and made many lasting friends while living like one big family. All the members moved to a piece of farming land and named it Orderville. They advertised for tradesmen of every kind so that they would be self supporting. A man by the name of Thomas Robertson was the bugler and "Do What is Right" was the tune that called them to prayers.
Susannah taught school for a while and was always active in church work. They sold their property in Orderville and moved to Riverside, Idaho. She died there of diabetes on the 3rd of February, 1905.