Ianthus Haven Barlow - Obituary
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Birth: May 1, 1846
Death: Mar. 24, 1907
Son of Israel and Elizabeth Haven Barlow.
Husband of Hannah Wintle Barlow.
A GREAT SABBATH
I.H. Barlow died from Appendicitis
at his home, Sunday.
Sunday School Superintendent Ianthius H. Barlow, Sr., who was critically ill with appendicitis, last week, passed away at his home in West Bountiful, at 5:30 p. m. Sunday Mar. 24th. He was the father of Joseph S. Barlow, editor of the Murray Eagle.
Ianthius H. Barlow was the son of Israel and Elizabeth Haven Barlow and was born May 1, 1846, in Nauvoo, Hancock Co. Illinois.
When but six months old, he started the long march for Utah in the arms of his mother arriving in Salt Lake the fall of 1848. The next year he was brought to Bountiful (then Stoker ward) where he lived the remainder of his life.
CALLED TO FIGHT INDIANS
In the summer of 1866, he received a call to go down into Sanpete Co. with twenty-two other young men to protect the residents of that county from the Indians who were on the war-path.
He returned the following spring and was honorably discharged from duty.
FATHER OF TEN CHILDREN
In Dec., 1867, he married Hannah Wintle, daughter of George and Elizabeth Wintle. From this union, came ten children, five boys and five girls.
GREAT SUNDAY SCHOOL WORKER
In 1867 he entered the East Bountiful Sunday school as a teacher and from that day until his death, he was a faithful worker in the Sunday school cause. He served in the East and West wards until the name of Brother Ianthius Barlow is on the tongue of every person, both old and young, who has ever attended Sunday school in these wards.
In 1880, he was appointed assistant superintendent in the East Bountiful Sunday school which position he held until Dec. 22, 1895, when he moved to West Bountiful and was appointed Sunday School Superintendent of that ward.
He also held the position of president of the East Bountiful Young Men's Mutual Improvement Association for several years.
FILLED A MISSION
Elder Barlow filled a two year's mission to the southern states laboring most of the time in the state of Mississippi, returning home in 1893.
A DEVOTED SAINT
Brother Barlow was a true and devoted member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and as such spent his entire life in the service of the Lord for the advancement of truth in the land.
Ever true and devoted to his friends, for enemies he had none he was always ready and willing to respond to a call to comfort the weak and bless the sick and countless are the numbers who have received a blessing at his hands.
He goes at the ago of sixty-one
to his well earned rest, a true friend, devoted father and a Latter-day Saint, and leaves innumerable friends to mourn his untimely loss.
A wife and eight children survive him. They are Ianthius H. and Jesse H. barlow of Syracuse, Oscar I. Barlow of Bancroft, Idaho, Joseph S. Barlow of Murray and Altheron, Mrs. Hannah E. Corbridge of Auburn, Wyoming; Mrs. Henry Rose of Farmington and Miss Georgenia Barlow of Bountiful. Two children preceded him to the great beyond.
Funeral services were held in the West Ward Meeting house Wednesday at 2 p. m. The speakers were: Bishop Muir, Benjamin Ashby, Edwin Pace, James Kippen, Thomas Briggs, Pres. Grant and Wallace Willey.
The funeral was well attended. Thirty-six vehicles followed the remains to the cemetery.
(Davis County Clipper 4-5-1907)
Israel Barlow (1806 - 1883)
Elizabeth Haven Barlow (1811 - 1892)
Hannah Wintle Barlow (1846 - 1917)*
Ianthus Haven Barlow (1868 - 1956)*
Oscar Israel Barlow (1872 - 1961)*
Minnie Rette Barlow (1879 - 1880)*
Mary May Barlow (1891 - 1891)*
James Nathaniel Barlow (1841 - 1841)*
Israel Barlow (1842 - 1923)*
Pamelia Elizabeth Barlow Thompson (1844 - 1925)*
Ianthius Haven Barlow (1846 - 1907)
John Haven Barlow (1848 - 1922)*
Mary Antoinette Barlow Willey (1850 - 1936)*
Wilford Elbert Barlow (1854 - 1926)*
Willard Albert Barlow (1854 - 1854)*
Willard Albert Barlow (1854 - 1854)*
Truman Heap Barlow (1857 - 1913)**
Sarah Isabel Barlow Call (1859 - 1941)**
Annis Janette Barlow Call (1860 - 1939)**
Emma Jane Barlow Call (1862 - 1929)**
Hyrum Heap Barlow (1864 - 1895)**
Granville Barlow (1867 - 1955)**
Nathan Barlow (1869 - 1946)**
Bountiful Memorial Park
We Are Blessed When We Do What Our Prophet Says
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Israel Barlow was baptized in 1832 and personally knew the Prophet Joseph Smith. He was a very good friend and body guard of the Prophet. This is one of his experiences with the Prophet.
The Prophet Joseph Smith had asked him to ride to an outlying town to deliver a message to a man there. It was a very dangerous time for the prophet then for many were trying to kill him. He told Israel that the people he went to visit would ask him to stay for supper and bed his horse for the night and spend the night with them. He also told him, “If you value your life do not stay, but leave and listen to the direction of the Spirit.” It is true that the couple invited him to supper then urged him to spend the night. He explained that he had to get back to Nauvoo. As he was riding along, a voice told him, “Ride faster.” He sped up his horse and again the voice said, “Ride faster.” And again he increased the speed of the animal. And the voice said to him, “Ride for your life.” He then sped for all of the animals strength. As he clamored over a bridge he heard the mob who was gathered in the brush cursing at the top of their voices. He had crossed the bridge but a short distance when the voice said, “ Turn to the right” and he turned his horse off the road to the right down into the brush by the river. Shortly after the mob raced over the bridge and down the road supposedly after him. He wound his way from the river’s edge down to a steam and on through the willows and made his way home in the opposite direction than the mob expected him to go. When he finally got back to Nauvoo, the sun was starting to come up. He saw the Prophet Joseph Smith walking back and forth in front of his home. As Israel alighted from his horse, he started to tell the Prophet what had happened. The Prophet stopped him and stated, “I saw it all; you have no need to tell me.” Thereupon, the Prophet laid his hand upon Israel’s shoulder and said, “Thee and Thine shall never want.”
Brief Biographical Sketch of Israel Barlow, Sr.
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Israel Barlow, Sr. 1806-1883
Birth: Sep. 13, 1806
Death: Nov. 1, 1883
Son of Jonathan Barlow and Annis Gillett
Married Elizabeth Haven, 23 Feb 1840, Quincy, Adams, Illinois
Married Elizabeth (Betsy) Barton, 28 Jan 1846, Nauvoo, Hancock, Illinois
Married Lucy Heap, 2 Dec 1855, Pres. Brigham Young Office, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
Married Cordelia Maria Dalrymple, 27 May 1865, Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
History - Little is known of Israel's childhood. in the spring of 1832, after hearing of the Gospel of Jesus Christ, he was baptized by Brigham Young and became a member of the Mendon, Monroe County, New York Branch, along with "his mother, brother and sisters." Israel was ordained a Seventy by Sidney Rigdon on 11 January 1835, and became an original member of the First Quorum of Seventy and was the senior President of the 6th Quorum of Seventy. He was a member of Zion's Camp and participated in the historic march from Ohio to Jackson County, Missouri. He also went on a mission to New Hampshire in 1844.
It was through Israel's effort in 1839 that the Prophet Joseph Smith first learned of the availability of land near the city of Commerce, Ill., which later became Nauvoo. It was during this period that Israel stayed at the home of William M. Mace in Quincy, Ill., where he met his wife to-be, Elizabeth Haven, a first cousin of Brigham Young. She was a nurse at the home of Brother Mace during the birth of a daughter, Zuriah Mace, on 17 February 1839. Israel and Elizabeth were married 23 February i#4o, at Quinty, by Isaac Morley.
While in Nauvoo, Israel helped build the temple, was a bodyguard to the Prophet Joseph and also a member of the Nauvoo Agricultural and Manufacturing Association.
Israel and his family left Nauvoo in the spring of 1845, when the Saints were driven from their homes. He was one of those who remained to assist at Winter Quarters when the first group left for the Salt Lake Valley in 1847. The following year he and his family also made the long journey.
Israel responded to a missionary call to Great Britain, leaving 19 April 1853. He was president of the Birmingham, England, Conference for over a year. During his return in the spring of 1855, he was the Elder in charge of a company of Saints immigrating on the ship Samuel Curling. Also crossing the ocean in this same company was Lucy Heap, born 24 September 1836, at Lichfield, Staffordshire, England, the daughter of James Heap and Sarah Waters. Lucy was a convert to the Church who later, 2 December 1855, was married to Israel as his third wife by President Brigham Young in his office in Salt Lake City.
Israel Barlow was a skillful and industrious farmer, and was widely and favorably known as a nurseryman. His property in Bountiful lay in the northwest part of the area; the soil was a rich dark loam, producing abundantly a wide variety of vegetables, berries, hay, grain corn, sugarcane, carrots, beets, turnips, etc. (bio by: SMSmith)
Laura Ann Jackson Barlow funeral
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LAURA ANN JACKSON BARLOW
Held November 26, 1939 at 2:00 p.m.
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Brothers and sisters and friends, we have met this afternoon to pay our respects to one of our loyal citizens, Sister Laura Ann Jackson Barlow. I will read the program as outlined by the family:
Duet – Bishop E.B. Gregory and Alice Hess,
Accompanied by Mrs. Lela L. Hess
Solo – Leland Burnham, “In the Garden”,
Accompanied by Mrs. Robert Afleck
Speaker – D. R. Tolman –a neighbor
Xylephone Solo – Jack Stacey
Speaker – J.A. Taylor, a neighbor
Solo – Leland Burnham, “He Knows the Way”
Accompanied by Mrs. Robert Afleck
Speaker – President Tingey from Centerville, representing her
Comments – Bishop Carr
Quartette – Bishop Gregory and mixed quartette
Prayer – Bishop Thomas Amby Briggs
March – Violin (Mrs. Perry and Mrs. Lawrence Moss)
Grave dedication – Willard E. Barlow, Sister Barlow’s son
Prayer – Brother Quayle Cannon
Let us be united in prayer. Our eternal Father in Heaven we are assembled here this afternoon to honor and pay respects to one of Thy faithful servants. We thank Thee for the splendid life she has lived, and the teachings she has given—not only by precept but by example. She has brought into the world a splendid family of sons and daughters and we thank Thee for their lives.
We realize Heavenly Father that our sister’s life has been a successful one—that she has tried in her best efforts to serve Thee. We feel Heavenly Father that every blessing she has had in this life has been appreciated and she has tried to keep Thy laws and commandments. For her splendid example we thank Thee.
We pray for Thy spirit this afternoon and ask that the example of her life may teach us how to live so that we may be better prepared to face the end of our sojourn here on earth.
We trust the speakers who shall speak will have Thy spirit to guide them so that they may truly portray her life.
We are grateful for our companionship with this faithful sister and hope when our time comes we may return unto Thee, as this Sister will do. We ask it in the name of Jesus Christ, Thy Redeemer, Amen.
Solo – “In the Garden” – Leland Burnham, accompanied by Mrs. Robert Afleck.
Speaker – D. R. Tolman
My dear brothers and sisters, I feel greatly honored this afternoon in being asked to say just a few words at this funeral service of Sister Laura Ann Jackson Barlow because I feel there are so many people in our community that are very anxious and would be very anxious to say many things about Sister Barlow and her splendid family.
For the past twenty-five or more years, I have had the privilege of being neighbors of Brother and Sister Barlow, and also have been closely associated with members of their family whom I consider to be my most cherished friends. Brother and Sister Barlow’s family were most loyal when I was in the bishopric in the ward.
Sister Barlow has lived to a ripe age of usefulness. She was a personal all had pleasure in meeting. Sister Barlow’s life has always been one of the service—a labor for others. She was always doing something to lessen the cares and lighten the lead of others. She rendered great service to her family, her neighbors and her many friends. Her life’s work is expressed by the poem written by J.E. Cutler,
Do something for somebody, somewhere
While jogging along life’s road;
Help someone to carry his burden,
And lighter will grow your load.
Do something for somebody gladly,
Twill sweeten your every care;
In sharing the sorrows of others,
Your own are less hard to bear.
Do something for somebody, striving
To help where the way seems long;
And the homeless hearts that languish
Cheer up with a happy song
Do something for somebody always
Whatever may be your creed
There’s nothing on earth can help you,
As much as a kindly deed.
I have been asked by her family to give a few of the main events of her life, a great many more might be said then I will have time to give so I have listed a few of them.
She was born in Bountiful on October 30, 1858, a daughter of Henry Wells and Eliza Ann Dibble Jackson. Her father was a pony express rider and in 1861 went East to collect money due him for services. Before going, he visited President Brigham Young and asked his advice. President Young told him everything would be all right if he would return within a year, so Mr. Jackson expected to return within a few months. Before going he moved his wife and three small children to Springville where they lived until the Spring of 1862, when they moved back and made their home in Centerville with Mrs. Jackson’s brother, Philo Dibble. The next winter she moved to Willard where her brother Sidney Dibble lived and had secured for her a position teaching school.
Mr. Jackson was delayed in getting his money. When his year was about up, he was told if he would wait another sixty days, he would receive his pay. But before this time had passed, he was drafted into the Union army and served as a First Lieutenant.
In July 1863, Mrs. Jackson received a letter from Mr. Jackson’s brother James stating that her husband had been wounded while taking a bridge at Garrett’s Station and had died in the Chesapeake General Hospital in Virginia.
She then moved back to Centerville and made her home again with her brother Philo. A year or two later, she received a government pension and with back pay bought a home and lot in Centerville. Here Laura A. Jackson spent her girlhood.
Then sixteen years of age she took over and taught the school in a log house of Israel Barlow’s in Bountiful that had been taught by her brother. At a dance in Bountiful in October 1874, she met Wilford Barlow whom she married in the Endowment House in Salt Lake City on January 24, 1876.
About this time, John H. Barlow and wife with a large company of others were called to colonize in Arizona. As Mrs. John H. Barlow was in poor health, his father asked Wilford and his bride to take their places. They left Bountiful February 2nd and after nine weeks journey, they arrived at their destination and made their home at Sunset on the banks of the Little Colorado. The company lived the United Order and Mrs. Barlow was given the task of teaching school.
The next spring they were advised to come back to Bountiful as Wilford’s father, Israel Barlow, was ill. Parley Willey and his wife accompanied them home. After returning to Bountiful, she again taught school. In 1885, she joined the Mutual and was made Editoress of a monthly paper published by the M.I.A. She was a life-long member of the Relief Society and was Secretary for several years and for many years worked on the Stake Genealogical Committee.
She was a lover of art and things beautiful. She was very skilled in embroidery, tatting, crocheting and in braiding and weaving of straw, exhibiting her handiwork in the Utah State Fair many times and winning many prizes.
She was the mother of 12 children, 10 of whom are living and are with us here today. One son, Elbert, filled a mission to England and I had the honor of laboring with him in the City of Liverpool.
When the world war broke out three of her sons volunteered in the services of their country. LaMar saw active service in France. Haven was stationed at Camp Lewis and Rudolph was assigned to the Aviation Corps and sent to Texas and later to Florida.
All of her children have been and are active workers in the various church organizations. For about seven years her son Walter was Bishop of this ward and served until poor health forced him to resign. Many years ago when I was in the Superintenacy of the Sunday School here we organized a class for the deaf and Willard E. Barlow and his wife Jessie were asked to be the teachers. The class soon grew as many deaf people came from Salt Lake City and Ogden. The general authorities of the Sunday School asked to have the class moved to Salt Lake City and Willard has continued to work with these deaf people and is now the Superintendent of the Deaf School.
Sister Barlow lived 81 years of activity and usefulness benefitted everyone who came into her life. In every age men and women have sought to make the most of themselves. We are interested to know different people who have tried to do this. Hermits have withdrawn from active life and have stood on stumps of trees with hands clenched in prayer until their nails grew into the flesh of their hands in their efforts to seek salvation. Great poets, statesman and prophets have given the world sublime messages in their efforts to do what they believed to be best. In this day of busy complex life it is a relief and a great joy to find a woman who has lived with the surging stress of life, whose heart beats in sympathy will all humanity. Her life is portrayed beautifully by the words of the poet Sam Walter Foss in his “House by the Side of the Road.” She dwelt in the peace and contentment and spent her choicest energy in being a real friend to all whom she knew and as is expressed in the following poem she was a friend to man.
House By The Side Of The Road
There are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart
In a fellowless firmament,
There are pioneer souls that bless their paths
Where highways never run;
But let us live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let us live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by—
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner’s seat
Or hurl the cynic’s ban;
Let us live in the house b the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life
The men who press with the ardor of hope
The men who are faint with the strife
But I turn not many from their smiles nor their tears
Both part of an infinite plan;
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night
But still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice,
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road,
Like a man who swells alone.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish—so am I
Then why should I sit in the scorner’s seat,
Or hurl the cynics ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend of man.
As a friend and neighbor of Sister Barlow and her husband, I can truthfully say they lives in a house by the side of the road and were friends to all who passed their way.
May their children always cherish their memory and may we all profit by their splendid lives and always be found in doing good is my prayer in the name of Jesus Christy, Amen.
Xylophone Solo – Jack Stacey
Speaker – J.A. Taylor
I am happy my friends in having known Sister Barlow and her fine family and I feel honored in being asked to say just a few words for the services this afternoon.
I remember Brother and Sister Barlow just across the lot from where I live now. I have known the family very intimately and I visited the Barlow home many times.
I am reminded of what Paul said to Timothy in the first chapter of that book.
“When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in Thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois and thy mother Eunice, I am persuaded that in thee also.”
After all we can tell pretty well just how future generations are going to react to past generations. Paul realized that Timothy had good breeding, knew his mother and grandmother were worshipers and were fine livers and as a result that Timothy had an unfeigned faith and was a righteous man. We might say the same thing in respect to Sister Barlow’s family. I know practically all the sons and daughters, and many of their sons and daughters and they possess the same stability of character and good qualities as we have seen in the mother and father of the family. We inherit without doubt the traits of character from our mothers and fathers and ancestors. I don’t know of any greater impetus to make one desire to be honorable and upright himself or herself than to know that we pass on to our offspring those characteristics which we possess and which in turn are passed on to future generations. So we may say we wield in influence for good or bad by the way we live.
I sometimes think we overlook some of the phases of motherhood. It is the mother who perpetuates the race—it is she that makes it possible that I am here and you are here. We look upon her in the home as the person who maintains the home, who cooks the meals, who furnishes comfort, love and affection and sympathizes with us when we are down in the dumps, who is unselfish and sacrifices when she feels our cause it greater than hers, and is willing to put her arm about us in times of stress and make us feel she will stick by us to the last. Yet we know mother has the greatest responsibility of all influencing the world.
The very qualities mother develops, nurtures and bestows upon the family and children, these very qualities are reflected in the lives of the children in that home. It is she who loves devotedly. She teaches love by her actions rather than by precept.
What we need more in the world today is love for family, love for neighbor, love for community, love for state and nation, and we can even extend it further—love of all humanity no matter what nation or creed to which they belong. What an influence love could exert in the nations of the world today in this day of turmoil, war and strife. If mankind had been taught the loving love that is found so close to the mother’s soul, what an affect might have been manifest in the world today.
Another quality found in mother is sympathy. We only talk of sympathy. I often wonder how deep our hearts express sympathy. We talk kindness a great deal, but I wonder how kind we are. It is easy to say to be kind, but it seems more difficult to put it into practice. Everyone in the world can disposition and express those qualities found in a mother’s heart. Mother teaches the child to be loving, sympathetic, unselfish, gentle, courteous. All these enduring qualities must persist if the race to which we belong is to be the race we would desire it to be. It is these qualities which knit our lives and the lives of future generations closer together.
The work of the mother is not merely clothing and feeding and preparing the home in which the family live, but her work is to shape the destiny of the world.
We are frequently reminded of the commandment that we should honor our mother and father that our days may be long upon the land which the Lord Thy God giveth thee. By honoring mother we must show respect for her—we must show her devotion and be willing to lessen her work, also show her gratitude and reverence. I am sure this type of devotion and honor has been given to this good woman by this splendid family and I know in turn the fine enduring qualities I have mentioned have not only enhanced the lives of this family, but those with whom they have associated.
May God bless us that we may always have reverence of the highest order for Mother and for her influence in molding our lives.
God bless us t this end, I pray in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
Solo – “He Knows The Way”—Leland Burnham
Accompanied by Mrs. Robert Afleck
Speaker – President Tingey
My beloved brothers and sisters and friends, I assure you that I too feel honored in being asked to make a few brief remarks at this wonderful service that is to honor one of God’s chosen daughters in the church. It is difficult for me to respond on occasions of this kind. I assure you I feel very humble indeed in standing before you this day and in attempting to leave a thought or two with you that will be a comfort for those caused to morn.
I have a great deal of love, honor and respect for this wonderful family and while it has not been my good pleasure to be intimately associated with Sister Laura Ann Barlow, my father and mother were very close friends of Brother and Sister Barlow. I have often heard my mother relate many of the experiences she and Sister Barlow had together in Centerville and in the Town of Bountiful.
It seems to me we owe a great deal of love, honor and respect to the early settlers of this town and valley for what they accomplished, and the wonderful spirit they manifested. They lived upright lives and loved to serve the Lord.
As I stand here today before the earthly remains of this noble woman, I think how wonderful it must be to live as she has lived and be honored and loved by her fellow men and those who know her. I do not have words to express my appreciation for such a well spent life. A peaceful spirit of consolation must come to one’s soul when they have lived as Sister Barlow has lived.
I believe every one of us has reason to honor our parentage and heritage. I am thankful for m y wonderful parents for they tried to guide us just as Sister Barlow and Wilford Barlow guided their sons and daughters. The sons and daughters of this fine family have become stalwart, honorable and upright citizens in the community and when they have had a job to d they have done it well. I have always looked upon them as being chosen servants and handmaidens able to render assistance to those who needed help and guidance.
Sister Barlow has gone many times into the valley of the shadow of death to bring these mortal souls upon the earth that they might have the privilege of keeping their first estate.
As Principal Taylor has said “The Mothers Rule The World” and it is through their influence that we become honorable citizens and men and women full of courage and strength, willing to stand for what we know to be right.
Brothers and Sisters and friends, I know these fine sons and daughters of Sister Barlow are grateful for their parentage and their lineage, and I should like to leave this thought with them.
They have kept their first estate and if they will honor and cherish the memory of their father and mother and live so they have lived, abiding by their teachings and trusting our Father in Heaven to guide their destiny, they will be able to join again with their father and mother and will be able to keep their second estate as they have kept their first estate.
The Redeemer of the world taught his disciples that He would rise again from the grave and that our earthly bodies and our spirits would be reunited to live eternally. He said, “You believe in God, believe in me also. My Father’s house has many mansions, if it were not so I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you and I will come again to receive you unto myself, and where I am you will be also.”
Brother and Sister Barlow came to earth here many years ago and have reared a noble posterity. God give this posterity strength to follow the teachings which have been embedded in their hearts and souls, that they may walk in the straight and narrow path and go back into the presence of our Heavenly Father and dwell in the mansions which will be prepared for them.
How Much Are You Worth
Suppose today were your last day on earth
The last mile of the journey you’ve trod
After all of your struggles how much are you worth
How much can you take home to God?
Don’t count as possessions your silver and gold,
For tomorrow you leave them behind,
And all that is yours to have and to hold
Are the blessing you’ve given mankind
Just what have you done as you journeyed along
That was really and truly worth while,
Do you feel that your good deeds would offset the wrong;
Could you look on your life with a smile?
We are only supposing—but if it were real
And you invoiced your deeds from your birth,
And you figured the profits you’ve made in life’s deal,
How much are you really worth?
God bless this noble family and help them that they may truly honor their father and mother, and God bless us—his sons and daughters that we may ever be found serving Him and keeping His laws and commandments that when our times comes, for it will surely come and for many of us it is not far hence, it can be said of us as it is said of this noble woman, “Well done they good and faithful servant, I ask it in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
Brothers and sisters, I am surely grateful that I had the pleasure 38 or 39 years ago of becoming acquainted with Sister Barlow and her husband, Wilford Barlow. They impressed me greatly. Their son Willard and daughter Cora and I played together and in visiting in their home I learned many lessons.
In this age of hurry and bustle, some of us do not take time to be interested in the youngsters, but in our father’s and mother’s time, they took time to greet the youngsters as they came around. Sister Barlow was a busy woman with a family of 12 children, and Brother Barlow was a busy man, but they always had time to chat with the youngsters and spend some time with them, and they made them feel welcome. I am reminded of a poem that bespeaks the neighborliness of Sister Barlow and her husband:
When we think of a neighbor who is faithful
When we think of a neighbor who is true
When we think of a neighbor who is worthwhile
And is loyal through and through,
When we think of a neighbor we are glad for
Whether skies are gray or blue
Then we think of a neighbor like this
Then we always think of you.
Even though Sister Barlow had a family of 12, she had time to teach Sunday School and was also affiliated with the Relief Society and the M.I.A.
I can appreciate now where I could not as a youngster the value of mother and the influence she has on our lives. As Brother Taylor has said, she is the guiding light of all of us, and let us not forget the name of Mother.
God bless us to the end that we will do all we can to uphold this family in their efforts as they will teach us many good lessons, I humbly pray in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
I wish to express the gratitude and appreciation of the family for all those who have taken part in the services rendered and especially for the musical numbers and all those who have helped in any way in the services. I also wish to express the thanks of the family for the beautiful floral offerings, and for everything that has been done to make this a most beautiful service.
Quartette: Bishop E.C. Gregory, Alice Hess, Mamie Dunkey, Heber Sessions
Accompanied by Mrs. Leda Layton Hess
Prayer: Bishop Thos. Amby Briggs:
Our Heavenly Father, we come before Thee at the conclusion of this funeral service. We feel we have had a rich portion of Thy holy spirit here with us. We are grateful for the words of counsel and advice and encouragement that have been spoken and for the beautiful music that has been rendered this afternoon.
We are grateful for all the blessings we enjoy and for our association with this fine mother. We know she has striven to keep Thy laws and commandments and she has carried on a splendid work and lived an exemplary life.
Heavenly Father, we ask for Thy blessings and pray that no accident or harm may befall the funeral cortege on their way to the cemetery, we humbly pray in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen.
"Daddy, Do Not Leave Me Here" - Israel Barlow
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By Brent A. Barlow -- as published in the Ensign; July 2009
James Nathaniel Barlow was born on May 8, 1841, in Nauvoo, Illinois, to Israel and Elizabeth Haven Barlow. He died a few hours after his birth and was buried in a small cemetery in a field in Nauvoo. The memory of his short life might have been lost or confined to simply a name, date, and place if his father, Israel, had not written a letter to his wife, Elizabeth, on September 12, 1853.
Israel’s letter was in response to his wife’s request for him to stop in Nauvoo as he traveled from their home in Salt Lake City to his mission in England. Elizabeth wanted Israel to locate their little son’s grave and rebury James in the main cemetery east of Nauvoo. Israel agreed.
On Wednesday, August 31, 1853, Israel spent the day looking for the place where little James Nathaniel was buried but could not find it. "The flowers that were around his grave were all destroyed but the morning glories were spread some two rods [33 feet, or 10 meters] or more around his grave," Israel wrote of his search. "They made a very beautiful appearance on the weeds and potatoes that were growing there; however, they did not aid me in finding the grave.
The next day Israel sought the help of George Holman, the man who cared for the area. They dug around and found the little graves of James and his cousin Mary side by side. The coffins were broken and the remains were in disarray. For a moment, as Israel gazed upon the scene, he gave up on the idea of removing the remains to the new cemetery.
"Something spoke, seemingly twice: Move it, move it," Israel’s letter continued.
"It seemed quite an undertaking as my time was mostly spent. ...I therefore turned away and concluded that I would leave them there until the future. ...
"I had not gone over more than one rod when I heard a voice. Shall I say it was not audible, but so distinct to my mind that I could [hear] it say, ‘Daddy, do not leave me here.’ I turned about again and walked to the grave and ... concluded that I would remove my little boy at any rate. I felt a peculiar calm and peace of mind which before I did not feel. ... But this much I will say--that I never was more conscientious of any duty done in my life."
On Friday, September 2, Israel and Mr. Holman took the bodies to the Nauvoo Burying Ground. "There I interred my little boy the second time with Mary, his cousin," wrote Israel. "There remains now a rude stone to tell where they are with the letters cut on in a rude and imperfect manner: ‘J. N. Barlow.’ ... After setting the stones at the head and foot of the graves, the time of my departure had come. Could I go away? No! There was something that caused my feelings to linger there and bound me fast. ... I felt a desire to dedicate myself and all that I might call mine into the hands of the Lord that I might be counted worthy to come forth with [my son] in the morning of the First Resurrection. ... The last thread of affection I bore till it was broken with tears on his grave. I then closed the ceremony."
Lucy Heap was Israel Barlow's third wife
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Written by Marilyn Cooper Anderson--Lucy Heap was the third wife of Israel Barlow and the mother of Annis J. Barlow (Annis was the seventh of eight children) who married Chester Vinson Call—Annis and Chester were the parents of my grandfather (on my mother’s side) Sidney Call.
Lucy Heap was born on September 24, 1836, at Lichfield, Staffordshire, England; she was the ninth (out of 12 children) child of James Heap and Sarah Waters. She joined the Church at a young age. Lucy met Israel Barlow in the Birmingham, England Branch of the Church, where he was a missionary. When she was 18, she said goodbye to her home, father, mother, brothers, sisters, and friends, and she never saw them again. She sailed to America (for six weeks) on the same ship where Israel was president of the ship’s company of 581 Mormon converts. She walked nearly one thousand miles across the plains (traveling by handcart), arriving in Utah in October. Then on December 2, 1855, she married Israel Barlow, in Brigham Young’s office.
When Lucy married Israel, she became his third wife. Prior to coming West in 1849, he had married in Illinois, Elizabeth Haven-- his first wife—on February 23, 1840. On January 28, 1846, he married his second wife--Elizabeth Barton. For the rest of the winter of 1855-56, Israel, his three wives, and Elizabeth’s six, children, lived in a one-room log house located on Fifth South and Second East, in the Salt Lake Valley. The house had been moved from the West Bountiful homestead so that the Barlow family could be near Elizabeth’s relatives while Israel served a mission in England.
In the spring of 1856, they all moved back to Bountiful where two log rooms were added to an adobe room, one on the east and one on the west. Lucy occupied the east room. Elizabeth and her family lived in the center room, and Betsy lived in the west room. The three rooms were called the “Long House.” It was here that Lucy had her first child.
Lucy felt that it was right to become a plural wife; however, it was quite normal for a young girl of 18, alone in America, to give some thought as to whether she had made the right decision. Lucy prayed to our Heavenly Father that if her first child could be a son, all questions would be removed. A son would confirm her conviction of plural marriage. Her first child was a son. They went on to have three more sons and four daughters.
Lucy died in Afton, Wyoming, on July 4, 1901. She was buried in Bountiful, Utah.
The Raging Storm
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"DEPARTURE OF THE S. CURLING. -- The ship S. Curling cleared on the 21st ultimo, and put to sea on the 22nd, with 581 souls of the Saints on board, of whom 385 were P.[Perpetual] E. [Emgration] Fund emigrants, all under the presidency of Elder Israel Barlow, formerly pastor of the Birmingham and Warwickshire Conferences. He is accompanied by Elder John Barker, late pastor; Elders John Robinson, Matthew Rowan, George
W. Bramwell, Joseph Westwood, Thomas Caffall, Joseph Boath, John Perry, formerly presidents of conferences; Moses Thurston, travelling elder; also Elder William W. Willes, who is on his way home from an arduous mission in the East Indies; and Elder G. W. Burridge from Malta. These brethren leave these lands with our confidence and faith that they will live to realize the blessings in Zion which they so fondly anticipate.
The sailing of the S. Curling closes up the through emigration from hence to Utah this season." MS, 17:18 (May 5, 1855), p.280
"EMIGRATION: The ship S. Curling, S. Curling, master, arrived at this port on the 22nd ultimo; Elder Israel Barlow, president. She had when she left Liverpool 581 passengers on board, and had an increase of three on the passage, and no deaths; thus she had a net increase of three. Most of the passengers left on the 24th by way of Philadelphia, en route for the Valley; the remainder of those who were going forward, went on the 25th. All in good health and spirits." MS, 17:25 (June 23, 1855), p.399
"EIGHTY-SEVENTH COMPANY. -- Samuel Curling, 581 souls. On the twenty-second of April, 1855, the ship, Samuel Curling, sailed from Liverpool with five hundred and eighty-one Saints on board, of whom three hundred and eighty-five were P. [Perpetual] E. [Emigration] Fund emigrants, all under the presidency of Elder Israel Barlow, who had acted as pastor of the Birmingham and Warwickshire Conferences. William Willis, on his return from a mission to India, and other prominent elders embarked on the Samuel Curling, which, after a safe and pleasant passage, arrived in New York on Tuesday, the twenty-second of May.
During the voyage three children were born, and as there were no deaths on board the net increase was that number. Elder Peter Reid, who emigrated to America as a passenger in the Samuel Curling, in 1855, and who now resides in the Sixteenth Ward, Salt Lake City, told the writer some time ago that the ship encountered several storms in her passage across the Atlantic, but that she passed safely through them all.
In the midst of one of these storms the captain got somewhat disheartened, and declared to Brother Barlow, the president of the company of emigrants, that he, in his long experience as a seafaring man, had never encountered a worse one; he then added that the tempest had not reached its highest point yet, but that the next half hour would be worse still. Brother Barlow, in reply, told the captain that the storm was nearly over, and would not increase in violence. This bold remark of Brother Barlow made the captain angry, as he thought he knew more about the weather and the sea than anyone else on board; but on going into his cabin to examine his barometer and other nautical instruments, he found that Brother Barlow was right; the storm abated almost immediately. Elder Barlow afterwards told some of the Saints that while the storm was raging he saw the ship surrounded by scores of angels, who stood in a circle around it with joined hands. This was a testimony to the Saints that the Lord was watching over the ship, and that there was no danger.
Most of the passengers left New York en route for the Valley on the twenty-fourth, going by steamboat via Amboy to Philadelphia, where the emigrants were placed on the railway train, and left Philadelphia on Friday the 25th, about noon, arriving in Pittsburg on the morning of the twenty-seventh, (Sunday.) The same day the P. [Perpetual] E. [Emigration] Fund emigrants of the Samuel Curling joined the like passengers who had crossed the Atlantic in the Chimborazo, and on the steamship Amazon they continued the journey to St. Louis, whence they proceeded to Atchison, Kansas. Some of the Samuel Curling passengers remained in New York for the purpose of earning means to continue the journey to Utah. (Millennial Star, Vol. XVII, pp. 280, 397, 399, 423, 424, 459, 461, 490.)"
Cont., 13:12 (Oct. 1892), p.547-48
"Sun. 22. [Apr. 1855] -- The ship Samuel Curling sailed from Liverpool with 581 Saints, under Israel Barlow's direction; it arrived at New York May 27th. The emigrants continued by rail to Pittsburgh, thence by steamboat on the rivers, via St. Louis, Missouri, to Atchison, Kansas" CC, p.53
The Israel Barlow Story & Mormon Mores, by Ora H. Barlow, page 381-600?
Also found in "A Compilation of General Voyage Notes" http://mormonmigration.lib.byu.edu/Search/showDetails/db:MM_MII/t:account/id:1123/keywords:john%20sutton
Found also The Israel Barlow Story & Mormon Mores, by Ora H. Barlow
The Havens of Massachusetts - Family of Elizabeth Haven
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Eliza [Elizabeth], indeed, was a special spirit and quite properly bred at that. Her father, John Haven, had served forty years as a deacon in the First Congregational Church in Holliston, Massachusetts, as had her grandfather, Jesse Haven.1 The Congregational Church was a state-sponsored religion that was supported by taxation of the people until a popular vote in 1833 made all religious groups "both self-governing and self-supporting." Jesse was a patriot in the Revolutionary War, serving as a lieutenant in Captain Stone's company when they made a ten-day march on the alarm of April 19, 1775 to Roxbury.2 His son, John Haven, later carried the rank of captain, perhaps in the Massachusetts state militia, some years following the War of Independence.3
The original American of the Haven lineage was Richard Haven, who was born in west England in 1620. He and his wife, Susanna Newhall, were also of Puritan stock, having emigrated to America as newlyweds in 1645 and settled in Lynn, Massachusetts. Unlike Jonas Westover, Richard and Susanna arrived in America, not as indentured servants in bondage to the shipping companies in payment of their passage, but as freemen.4 Richard served under Captain Samuel Brocklebank in the King Phillip's War as a sergeant.  His military service extended from February 24, 1676 to a later date in 1677.
Six generations of Havens had made Massachusetts their home. Among the fairer *** of the Haven lineage appear such interesting names as "Experience," "Comfort," "Prudence," "Wealthy," and "Relief." All the children of Jesse Haven and Catherine Marsh had been born on the family farm in Holliston, including John, whose birth was recorded as March 9, 1774. After Jesse's death on December 28, 1813, John continued to run the farm where all his children were born and raised. John Haven was a well respected tiller of the soil. He had a good education and also had taught in the district school for several winters.5
A daughter, Elizabeth, wrote in later years of her father, My Father was a very religious man, and labored hard to impress on the minds of his children, faith in God as a guide to their lives.6  Eliza Ann Haven was born in Holliston on May 15, 1829. That same day, another momentous event unfolded less than three hundred miles from Holliston: an angelic visitation of John the Baptist to Joseph Smith and Oliver Cowdery took place near the bank of the Susquehanna River in Harmony, Pennsylvania, where the heavenly messenger bestowed upon Joseph and Oliver the keys of the Aaronic Priesthood. The significance of his event touched Eliza Ann's life some thirteen years later. Eliza Ann described the family farm in Holliston, which had been the home of four generations of Havens: Grandpa owned a big farm, farming land, lots of timberland, and all kinds of fruit and berries. He generally kept ten cows, made lots of cheese and butter to sell. He did all his farm work with oxen. the snow in the winter was generally four feet deep.7
John Haven's father, Jesse, turned up on the 1771 tax rolls as having accumulated the following wealth on this same farm:8
Annual worth of the whole Real Estate . ................ £2-6s-8d
Cattle . .................................................................................4
Goats and sheep. ................................................................ 3
Acres of pasture . .............................................................. 10
Cows pasture will keep . .....................................................3
Acres of tillage ................................................................. 15
Bushels of grain produced per year .................................. 30
Barrels of cider produced per year . ....................................5
Acres of English and upland mowing 1and . ......................4
Tons of English and upland hay per year ...........................2
Acres of fresh meadow . .................................................. 3.5
Tons of fresh meadow hay per year . ...................................2
By modern standards, this farm would hardly seem adequate to provide a respectable living, but in those pre-Revolutionary War days, it probably not only satisfied the needs  of Jesse Haven and his family, but gave them cause to return thanks to their Maker for their abundance.
Holliston was a flourishing town twenty-five miles southwest of Boston. The rich soil contributed to the prosperity of the farming community. There were also several factories located in Holliston, chiefly involved in the manufacturing of shoes. The town population in the year 1830 was 1,304.9 It is interesting to note that Holliston is located in the county of Middle***, which was the scene of the birthplace of our nation, the Massachusetts Bay Colony. The first guns of the Revolution were fired in this county at Lexington and Concord. How can we forget the famous lines of Longfellow's poem?
So through the night rode Paul Revere;
And so through the night went his cry of alarm
To every Middle*** village and farm—
The battle that decided the destiny of the Colonies was fought on Bunker Hill in one of the towns of Middle*** County. And it was in that same county that George Washington took command of the Continental Army.10 So that is why the blood of John Haven's descendants runs blue.
New England not only served as the cradle of the nation, but it also was the birthplace of many of the early church leaders, such as Joseph Smith, Brigham Young, Heber C. Kimball, and Willard Richards. Certainly the New England bred principles of Puritanism had a profound effect on the practices and lifestyles of a large part of the early members of the Church. The principles of thrift, industry, independence, and devout worship of God were the molds that shaped the lives of these good people, including those of the Haven lineage.
John Haven's first wife was Elizabeth Howe, known also as Betsey. She and John were married on March 30, 1801. Through their union, seven children were born, some of whom became prominent in the early history of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints:  Pamela married Elijah Clark, a local protestant minister. Mary Ellen married Joseph Ferron Palmer and they later migrated with the Saints to the Salt Lake Valley.
Nancy married Albert Perry Rockwood. Albert investigated the Church at Kirtland, Ohio. He was later ordained to the First Presidency of the Seventies and played a leading role in the building of Nauvoo and Salt Lake City. John became a protestant minister in Maine and Massachusetts. His association with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints remains a mystery.
Elizabeth married Israel Barlow. Like the Rockwoods, they suffered the trials of the Missouri persecutions. Israel was prominent in the founding of Nauvoo and held leadership roles in Nauvoo and Salt Lake City. Jesse became a devoted missionary and the first mission president of South Africa. Phineas Brigham died in his ninth year of life. Betsey's sister, Abigail, sometimes called Nabby, married John Young; and her other sister, Rhoda, married Joseph Richards. Brigham Young was born of the marriage of John and Abigail, and Willard Richards was the son of Joseph and Rhoda. John Haven thus became an uncle by marriage to these two future leaders of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Elizabeth, the fourth daughter of John and Betsey Haven, wrote the following concerning the environment in which they were raised: My cousins, Brigham and Willard, were raised strict observers of the scriptures and the puritan teachings as they understood them. In the early days before joining the Church they, too, believed that dancing and playing the violin were evil. At one time I heard Brigham say that to listen to the sound of a violin was  an unforgivable sin in his father's household. Later President Young became a wonderful dancer and loved all sorts of music and art.11 Brigham Young himself, affirms this observation: When I was young, I was kept within very strict bounds, and was not allowed to walk more than half an-hour on Sunday for exercise. The proper and necessary gambols of youth having been denied me, makes me want active exercise and amusement now. I had not a chance to dance when I was young, and never heard the enchanting tones of the violin, until I was eleven years of age; and then I thought I was on the highway to hell, if! suffered myself to linger and listen to it.12
Betsey Howe Haven died on March 31, 1821, leaving John with seven children to raise. However, the oldest, Pamela and Mary Ellen, nineteen and seventeen respectively at the time, were quite capable of helping their father in caring for the rest of the children. Two years later on February 9, 1823, forty-nine-year-old John Haven married Judith Woodbury Temple, a woman twenty-four years younger than he and only three years older than Pamela.13 One year later, Pamela married Elijah Clark, making their home in Holliston. Maria (pronounced Ma-RYE-ah) Susan, and Eliza Ann were the only children born of the marriage of John and Judith. Maria was born on April 10, 1826, and three years later, Judith gave birth to Eliza Ann, May 15, 1829; both were born in the family home on Cold Spring Brook in Holliston, as were all of John's children.
To insert a new twist to the story of the introduction of the Gospel into Holliston in those early days, Willard Richards had established a close friendship with his cousin Nancy and her husband, Albert Perry Rockwood. Willard was in the habit of often visiting Nancy and Albert, as well  as the Havens who lived nearby. On one such stay with the Rockwoods, Willard brought with him a most curious and fascinating volume of purported scripture entitled the Book of Mormon. He had borrowed the book from an uncle and aunt,Reverend Jereboam and Ann Howe Parker, who had received it from their nephew, Brigham Young. During this visit to Holliston, Willard put on a display of "Electricity" at a public gathering that he had previously arranged.14 Willard had been lecturing on electricity and: other scientific subjects throughout the New England States since 1827. There are innumerable testimonials preserved in favor of his lectures from men of high standing in the literary world.15
While at the Rockwoods, Willard's mind had become inflamed with the contents of this remarkable account of the early inhabitants of the Americas and the Lord's dealings with them. During his ten-day stay with Albert and Nancy, he read the book twice. Even though Judith Temple Haven, "young Aunt" or "Aunt Haven," as Willard would refer to her (she was only a little over four years older than Willard),  had become his confidant, she was disdainful of Willard's captivation with the Book of Mormon. Uncle Haven, as well, was very contemptuous of all this nonsense of visions and prophets. But before leaving the Rockwoods, Willard had arrived at a decision: he would give up his medicine and go to Kirtland, Ohio, to meet this young prophet, Joseph Smith.16
At a later time, the daughter of Elizabeth Haven Barlow recorded the following: In 1837, Grandpa's two nephews, Brigham Young and Willard Richards arrived in Holliston from Kirtland, Ohio. They brought a new book called the Book of Mormon and preaching a strange gospel, based on angels and revelations. Grandpa received his nephews with considerable doubt, especially when Brigham professed to be an Apostle of the Lord and one of the leaders of the new church. After they left, Grandfather shook his head, being sorry that his relations had been led away.17
Parley P. Pratt, an apostle of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, had been called on a mission to New York City in the summer of 1837. Parley recorded some of his experiences on this mission as follows: Besides our labors in this city, I have been to Providence and Boston and from thence to Holliston, Massachusetts where I gave a course of lectures in the town house, and building was decently full at first, but the congregation continued to increase insomuch that some put ladders to the windows and listened from without by climbing to the second story. I baptized two persons in Holliston, and I think many more will come forward soon. Indeed the work must be firmly rooted in the minds of many in that place, judging from the attention of the people who listened with intense interest through a regular course of instruction.18  These two of whom Elder Pratt refers to as having baptized were probably Nancy Rockwood and her younger sister Elizabeth Haven. Elizabeth, and perhaps Nancy, too, were also confirmed members of the Church by this enthusiastic missionary, despite their father and stepmother's objections. Elizabeth was a very determined young lady and had developed a strong testimony of the validity of the Book of Mormon. John and Judith's disapproval was somewhat compromised by the fact that Pamela had already been baptized in 1836 by her cousin, Brigham Young.19 Pamela had been a married woman for twelve years when she was baptized, so naturally her father's objections did not have the impact on her actions as on Elizabeth's. Nonetheless, Elizabeth's mind was made up.
Nancy had joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints the day previous to Elizabeth, following the example of her husband, Albert Perry Rockwood, who had been baptized two months earlier by Brigham Young during a visit with the latter's relatives in Holliston. In spite of the fact that Albert and Nancy were doing well as storekeepers in Holliston,they soon migrated to the frontier to join the body of Saints in Missouri. Albert became a mainstay in the development of the early church. On April 13, 1838, brother Jesse also joined the Church.
Within a few days following Jesse's baptism, April 22, 1838, Elizabeth and Jesse, along with their niece, Ellen Rockwood, bade farewell to the old homestead in Holliston and struck out fifteen hundred miles for Far West, Missouri.20 The three young converts arrived in Far West at a time of great turmoil. David Whitmer and Oliver Cowdery and others in the leadership of the Church in Missouri had been excommunicated. But also there was tremendous growth taking place. In Caldwell county, the Saints now numbered over five thousand. The Prophet and his family had moved there from Kirtland, and he had received revelations concerning the establishing of the kingdom in Missouri.
 The breaking away of John Haven's children from the traditional faith of their fathers only added salt to the wound of the good family patriarch. But at the same time, a seed was planted which likely gave John some sleepless nights. After Elizabeth had arrived in Far West she recorded, I continued to write my folks, bearing testimony regarding the Mormon Church. Then, too, the missionaries lent their aid and later in 1838 Father and his wife (Judith] and two children, [Maria and Eliza Ann, 12 and 9 respectively] joined the Church.21 On June 30, 1838, only nine months following Nancy and Elizabeth's baptism, John and Judith were baptized, along with John's married daughter, Mary Ellen Palmer; and John's son, John Jr. (Maria Susan and Eliza Ann were not baptized until May 2, 1842, in Nauvoo, Illinois.) Parley's prediction of many coming into the Restored Church in Holliston was coming to pass. A few years later at a family gathering in Nauvoo, Illinois, in spite of his preconceived prejudices, John Haven confessed that one of the factors involved in his conversion was I looked Brigham in the face to see if he could say he was a Mormon and I found that he had courage to say that he was. I wanted to know what they said and then took the Bible to see if it was true. I found that they were the only sect that kept to the Bible in all its purity.22
Within a two-year period, there were five different occasions when local baptismal services of the Haven family had taken place, apart from other baptisms that likely occurred during that period in Holliston. Several of Deacon Haven's congregation followed his lead and aligned themselves with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. The missionaries were evidently in and out of Holliston, finding a fertile field of labor there. The Havens soon became active in the work of the Restored Gospel as their  home became a base of operations for missionaries in that area.
Deacon Haven' s minister, the Reverend Storrs, and many of his fellow parishioners must have been aghast at the curious behavior exhibited by this leader in the community! There was little delay in relieving Deacon Haven of his duties in the First Congregational Church. Even to John himself, there must have been moments when he just shook his head in disbelief over the events' of the previous few months which had brought him to this situation.
"A man of sixty-four years has no business turning his life around like this," he likely reflected sullenly. But he could not deny the burning inside of him when he read from the Book of Mormon, in spite of his earlier prejudices. "How Nephew Willard must have chuckled to himself when Elizabeth told him of our baptisms!" he perhaps mused. John Haven and his son, Jesse, were largely responsible for exposing the myth that the Book of Mormon derived its roots from the Solomon Spaulding manuscript.23 In the late 1830s, several of the congregation along with Deacon Haven were converted to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, depleting the flock of the Reverend Storrs. In retaliation, Reverend Storrs seized upon this tale of the Spaulding story propagated by some of the then current anti-Mormons. Storrs had printed a so-called affidavit in the Boston Recorder of the widow of Solomon Spaulding declaring the Book of Mormon to be an offshoot of her deceased husband's work. The Rev. Storrs evidently was misled by a Mr. Austin, who had briefly interviewed the widow but had taken gross liberties in rewording the conversation to suit his own purposes.
After Elizabeth and Jesse Haven had joined the Saints in the west, Jesse was called on a mission back to the eastern states. In a letter to his father, Jesse reported of an interview he had with the widow Spaulding and her daughter in their home in Monson, Massachusetts. By this time, the mother had remarried a Mr. Davison, and the daughter was married  to a Mr. McKinstry. They both refuted the Boston Recorder story to Elder Jesse Haven. In 1839, while still residing in Holliston, John Haven passed this information on in a letter to his daughter Elizabeth, who was now living in Quincy, Illinois. Alexander Badlam, president of the Sixth Quorum of Seventy in Nauvoo, read John's letter and, in that same year of 1839, published a refutation of the Boston Recorder story in the Quincy Whig, a portion of which is given below:
"A CUNNING DEVICE DETECTED"
It will be recollected that a few months since an article appeared in several of the papers, purporting to give an account of the origin of the Book of Mormon. How far the writer of that piece has effected his purposes, or what his purposes were in pursuing the course he has, I shall not attempt to say at this time, but shall call upon every candid man to judge in this matter for himself, and shall content myself by presenting before the public the other side of the question in the form of a letter, as follows: "Copy of a letter written by Mr. John Haven, of Holliston, Middlesex Co., Massachusetts, to his daughter, Elizabeth Haven, of Quincey, Adams Co., Illinois. 'Your brother Jesse passed through Monson, where he saw Mrs. Davison and her daughter, Mrs. McKinstry, and also Dr. Ely, and spent several hours with them, during which time he asked them the following questions, Viz.: Question-"Did you, Mrs. Davison, write a letter to John Storrs, giving an account of the origin of the Book of Mormon?" Answer-"I did not." The balance of the interview is not pertinent except John Haven's own words in conclusion:  Mr. Austin, in his great zeal to destroy the Latter-day Saints, has asked Mrs. Davison a few questions, then wrote a letter in his own language. Elder Badlam then concludes the Quincy Whig article as follows: This may certify that I am personally acquainted with Mr. Haven, his son and daughter, and am satisfied they are persons of truth. I have also read Mr. Haven's letter to his daughter, which had induced me to copy it for publication, and I further say, the above is a correct copy of Mr. Haven's letter. A. Badlam 24 Elizabeth Haven Barlow was faithful in writing to her family and friends back in Holliston. She was not hesitant to express her love and testimony of the Restored Gospel in her letters. In spite of the hardships the Saints were undergoing and a precarious future which awaited them, Elizabeth continued to write to her family, urging them to join them in Nauvoo, Illinois, where the members of the Church were gathering after being expelled from Missouri. Judith responded with a request that Elizabeth write about her impressions of theProphet Joseph Smith and explain her testimony as to the truth of the work.25 Judith wanted some reassurance that the sacrifice that the Havens were considering would be right and in accord with the will of the Lord.
It appears that Elizabeth's persuasive letters had a strong influence on her father and step-mother. John and Judith had aligned themselves with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints the previous year by being baptized, but were not yet prepared to give up their home and roots. But Elizabeth was a strong-minded woman. Elizabeth wrote from Quincy, Illinois, on February 24, 1839, to her cousin Elizabeth Howe Bullard back home in Holliston. The letter reads in part: 
Perry [Rockwood] wishes Father to get his discharge from military duties and send it to Quincy immediately . We also want to have Father write us, as soon as you receive this, to let us know about his coming to the West, how and when, that we may know when to look for him. We all feel anxious to know how he has felt while Zion has been scourged, whether he is in prosperity or adversity. We want him to write within one week after you get this for we know not how long we shall remain here, but if we are not driven and can get into business very likely shall stay several months .... Remember the Prophet and afflicted Zion at the throne of grace and recei ve this letter which is full of love and affection from a sister in the everlasting gospel, Elizabeth Haven.26
During the years that followed, the Haven family learned the true meaning of sacrifice. In the spring of 1841, three years following their baptism, they left their ancestral home in Holliston to follow a young prophet of the Lord bearing an amazing message of a God who speaks to man in this, the nineteenth century. John Haven's conversion must have been genuine for him to have given up at age sixty-seven the security of a prosperous farm and comfortable ancestral home along with a highly respected reputation in the community in exchange for a life on the fringes of civilization to live among an unpopular and maligned people.
The Haven family left for Nauvoo in company with several other members of the Holliston Branch.27 Fifteen-year old Maria was opposed to leaving her home and friends, but Judith promised her that if she still wished to return to Holliston by the time she reached eighteen, she would be free to do so.28 The departing group consisted of John and Judith Haven with their daughters, Maria Susan and Eliza Ann; John's married daughter, Mary Ellen Palmer; Mary Ellen's husband, Joseph Ferron Palmer; their daughter and son, Mary Ellen and Edmund; Lucretia Morton Bullard and her two daughters, Elizabeth Howe Bullard and Harriet Bullard  Nurse; Harriet's husband, Newell Nurse; and Lucretia's sons, Isaac and Joel Bullard.29
With heavy hearts, the Havens left behind John's oldest child, Pamela, and her family. Pamela remained and died in Holliston. She supposedly was the first of the Haven family to have joined the Church (1836), even though her husband, Elijah Clark, was a local minister.
A story of courage by being true to one's convictions could perhaps be told here.In an attempt to demystify in part the activities of this eldest son of John Haven, also named John, we have learned that he was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints the same day as his father, June 30, 1838. John, the junior, was not a part of this new religious fervor that had been experienced by the Haven family. The younger John had trained for the ministry just prior to the  missionary activities that had taken place among his family. John (the son) had accepted a position in York, Maine, as the pastor of a church at an annual salary of five hundred dollars.
Reverend Haven perhaps caught a glimpse of a testimony of this new religion that the other members of his family had embraced. While he was serving as a protestant minister, he was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Soon thereafter, his wife, Nancy Reed Haven, died. John continued to serve for ten years as pastor of a church in Stoneham, Massachusetts. He then moved to Charlton, Massachusetts, where he was pastor in the Congregational Church for thirty years.
What effect his baptism into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints had on him is still puzzling. A John Haven is listed in the 1869 Salt Lake City Directory as a gardener. It seems improbable that this is the John Haven who was still serving as a pastor in Massachusetts. However, a picture of John Haven (Jr.) taken from Ora Haven Barlow's The Israel Barlow Story and Mormon Mores is shown there claiming the photograph was taken in Salt Lake City in 1869.
1. The Daughters of Utah Pioneers have in the Utah state capitol an old hymn book entitled "Musical Monitor" or
"New York Collection of Church Musick." A notation in the front of the book reads: "This book was used by John
Haven in the Congregationalist Church, Hollister [sic], Middlesex County, Massachusetts,"
2. Michel L. Call, Index to the Colonial American Genealogy Library, Harold B. Lee Library, Brigham Young University, Provo, Utah. Jesse's rank of lieutenant is confirmed in the DAR Patriot Index.
3. In the "War of 1812 Service Records," a Captain John Haven is listed as serving in Waldron's Command in the New Hampshire state militia, Roll Box 94, Roll Exct 602. It is questionable that this is the Captain John Haven of
4. Elizabeth Haven Barlow, "Autobiographies of Six Pioneer Women," an article in Kate B. Carter's Our Pioneer Heritage, Daughters of Utah Pioneers, Salt Lake City, Utah, 318.
5. Ora Haven Barlow, publisher, The Israel Barlow Story and Mormon Mores (Salt Lake City: Publishers Press,
6. Sarah S. Arbuckle, compiler, "An Autobiographical Sketch of Elizabeth Haven Barlow," privately published,
7. Eliza Ann Westover letter to her son, Lewis, transcript in family file. The original letter rests in the Church
Archives, Salt Lake City, Utah.
8. Bettye Hobbs Pruit, editor, The Massachusetts Tax Valuation List of 1771, G. K. Hall and Company, publisher,
9. Early American Gazetteer, 1833, Utah Valley Family History Center, Harold B. Lee Library, Brigham Young
University, Provo, Utah.
10. Samuel Adams Drake, History of Middlesex County, Estes and Lauriat, publishers, Boston 1880, vol. I, p. 482.
11. Kate B. Carter, Our Pioneer Heritage, Daughters of the Utah Pioneers, SLC, vol 19, 319.
his family. John (the son) had accepted a position in York, Maine, as the pastor of a church at
an annual salary of five hundred dollars. Reverend Haven perhaps caught a glimpse of a testimony of this new religion that the other members of his family had embraced. While he
was serving as a protestant minister, he was baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Soon thereafter, his wife, Nancy Reed Haven, died. John continued to
serve for ten years as pastor of a church in Stoneham, Massachusetts. He then moved to Charlton, Massachusetts, where he was pastor in the Congregational Church for thirty years.
12. Brigham Young, Journal of Discourses; London: Latter-day Saints' Book Depot, 1854-86, vol. 2, 6 February
13. Family descendants have always recorded Judith's middle name as "Woodbury." But on February 28, 1967, Ora
Haven Barlow interviewed Mrs. Paxton [probably "Paxman"] at the home of Haven Paxton of Washington, Utah.
Mrs. Paxton remembered Judith and that she complained that people were not spelling her name right. Mr. Barlow
examined a signature of Judith's in which she wrote her name as Judith Woodby Temple Haven. Ora Haven Barlow,
The Israel Barlow Story and Mormon Mores, 297, note 24.
14. Claire Noall, Intimate Disciple, University of Utah Press, Salt Lake City, Utah 1957,100. According to Willard's
journal, "I Was Baptized by Elder Brigham Young December 31, 1836." He noted in 1834 that he entered the
Thompsonian Infirmary and practiced under the direction of Dr. Samuel Thompson. In 1835, at the request of Mr.
Albert P. Rockwood, Willard went to Holliston and delivered lectures on the Botanic or Thompsonian practice of
medicine, which created much excitement there and in surrounding towns. Willard moved to Holliston and practiced
with success for one year, during which time he resided with the Rockwoods.
15. Willard Richards' Autobiography in the Millennial Star 1865 as cited in Infobases International, Inc., LDS
Collectors Library 1995.
16. Claire Noall, Intimate Disciple, 100-111.
17. Kate B. Carter, Our Pioneer Heritage, 320.
18. Parley P. Pratt, Elder' Journal, October 1837,9.
19. Brigham Young and his brqther, Joseph, were in the vicinity of Holliston in the summer and fall of 1836.
Pamela's husband, Elijah Clark, never joined the Church.
20. Jesse Haven was baptized April 13, 1838, by Elder Joseph Ball. Jesse opened the South African Mission in
1853, serving as the president until 1855. Andrew Jensen, LDS Biographical Encyclopedia, 1901.
21. Church records indicate that Eliza was not baptized until May 2, 1842, 13 days before her thirteenth birthday. At
the time, the Havens were residents of Nauvoo, Illinois.
22. Family Recordings of Nauvoo, Including Minutes of the First LDS Family Gathering, 23, 26.
23. Ora Haven Barlow, The Israel Barlow Story, 279-281.
24. Ibid., 281. A detailed account of this controversy may be found in Myth of the Manuscript Found by George
Reynolds published in 1883 in the Eleventh Book of the Faith-Promoting Series of the Juvenile Instructor Office.
25. Ora Haven Barlow, The Israel Barlow Story, 146; In a letter of Feb. 24, 1839, from Elizabeth Haven to her close
friend and second cousin, Elizabeth Howe Bullard.
26. Ibid, 147-8.
27. A conference was held at Monmouth County, New Jersey, Friday April9, 1839. Elder John P. Greene presided.
Representatives came from nine different eastern branches, with the number of Saints in each branch being given.
Holliston had sixteen members in attendance. (Documentary History of the Church, 4: 19)
The Havens of Massachusetts
28. Janet Seegmiller Burton, Be Kind to the Poor, The Life Story of Robert Taylor Burton, published by the Robert
Taylor Burton Family Organization, 1988,432.
29. Ora Haven Barlow, The Israel Barlow Story and Mormon Mores, 179-80.
1848 Brigham Young Company
Contributor: Mle_mitton Created: 3 years ago Updated: 3 years ago
5 June 1848
Arrival in Salt Lake Valley:
20-24 September 1848
1220 individuals were in the company when it began its journey from the outfitting post at Winter Quarters, Nebraska:
Barlow, Israel (41 years)
Barlow, Elizabeth Haven (36 years)
Barlow, Ianthus (2 years)
Barlow, Israel (5 years)
Barlow, John Haven (infant)
Barlow, Pamelia (3 years)
Elizabeth Haven Barlow
Contributor: Mle_mitton Created: 3 years ago Updated: 3 years ago
I, Elizabeth Haven Barlow, was born in Holliston, Middlesex, Massachusetts, 28 December 1811, the fifth child in a family of seven. The house in which I was born had belonged to my great-grandfather, John Haven but at that time it was owned by my grandfather, John Haven and his wife Betsey Howe. The first Havens, Richard and his wife, Susanna Newhall, came to America in 1645 from West England, twenty-five years after the Pilgrims. They settled in Lynn, Massachusetts. The Howe family came to America from England twelve years before the Havens. My forefathers on both sides of the house, being land owners and proprietors, were not mortgaged to the shipping companies that brought most of the early settlers and kept them in bondage for a score of years. In physical make-up both the Howes and the Havens were exceptionally sturdy in build, many of them being somewhat beyond the average in size and weight. My mother weighed over two hundred pounds and the menfolks were counted as some of the finest built in the neighborhood. I may as well be frank in telling you that my grandmother, Betsey Howe, when a girl and throughout life was a model for form and beauty, possessing dark eyes and hair with intensely rosy cheeks_growing almost pink during periods of merriment. My mother was after the same fashion and when I was younger, I was often accused of painting my cheeks.
Let me go back in our history and I'll show you how we are related to President Brigham Young and Willard Richards. My grandmother, Elizabeth Howe had two sisters, Abigail and Rhoda, who were courted and won by John Young and Joseph Richards. Both Abigail and Rhoda gave birth to eleven children. Abigail's ninth child was Brigham Young and Rhoda's eleventh child was Willard Richards. The other sister, Elizabeth, had seven, mother being the fifth. Willard was three years younger than Brigham. Mother was eleven years younger than her cousin Brigham. So you see, the grandparents of my mother were also the grandparents of Brigham Young and Willard Richards, making them my second cousins.
Mother was the fourth daughter and fifth child in Grandma's family. When mother was nine years old, her mother died. Although Grandfather and his wife's sisters Abigail and Rhoda, did all they could for this motherless family, still I have heard my mother tell how she wept and refused to be comforted, until Grandfather married again. Two of the oldest girls, Pamela and Mary, had kept house and made things as pleasant as possible. When the new mother came into the house, however, both of the girls hired out to work. More sorrows then came to mother. When finally only the three youngest children were left, mother's baby brother took sick and died, leaving Jesse and Elizabeth [p.319] with heavy hearts. Mother says that upon returning from school she would finish her allotted work then steal upstairs and delve into a large chest filled with her ancestors' relics, especially ancient books and old English letters with queer stamps. Then, too, the chest contained papers a century old. Mother says that for several years she spent many an hour reading all by herself. The book she liked the best and spent the most time with was an old English Bible that her Haven ancestors had brought from England in 1645. Since her folks were Puritans of the purest type, most of the letters and papers were of a very religious nature. Mother said she didn't mind that for she, too, was very religious. The bible was referred to as the Sacred Book or the Holy Bible. Since Grandfather Haven was a Deacon or a preacher in the Congregational Church, he encouraged bible reading and discussions in the house and was greatly surprised at Mother's knowledge of the scriptures. Because Mother knew the life of Christ so well, she was called to teach the Sunday School. Since Mother was preparing to teach school and loved to tell Bible stories, she enjoyed this work in the Sunday School very much.
My mother's folks kept the Sabbath day holy, and no work that could be avoided was allowed. If the bread, meat, pies, cakes and vegetables were not cooked on Saturday, the family went hungry. Such a thing as making bread on a Sunday was never known in Deacon Haven's household. Everyone went to Sunday School, then went to church in the afternoon, and following a short walk in the woods, came home for more instruction or the reading of the scriptures or some other religious books. No play or gossiping with neighbors was allowed.
Mother's cousins, Brigham and Willard, were raised strict observers of the scriptures and the puritan teachings as they understood them. If you will read the first sermon that Brigham Young preached after entering the Salt Lake valley, you will find that he admonished the pioneers to keep the Sabbath day holy, telling them that if they worked upon that day, they would lose five times as much as they made. He and Willard Richards, being cousins and both in the First Presidency of the Church, continually admonished the Saints to live careful, religious lives. In early days before joining the Church they were like Mother's folks, believing that dancing and playing the violin were evil. Of course they changed greatly after joining the Church. At one time I heard Brigham Young say that to listen to the sound of a violin was an unforgivable sin in his father's household. Later President Young became a wonderful dancer and loved all sorts of art and music.
As Mother grew older she learned the millinery trade and became an expert in the fads of those days, that of braiding and making various shaped bonnets and hats of straw. I have seen her braid fifteen strands at a time and then handle forty-five strands while designing beautiful diamonds and other figures for trimmings. All her life art proved very valuable, especially while crossing the plains and after reaching the valley. She not only made women's hats but men's as well. She was also exceedingly clever at sewing, becoming a dressmaker and making beautiful pin laces and other delicate trimmings which she handled in her trade. Finally, after a number of years of the strictest economy, and by her own handicraft, she sent herself to the Amherst and Bradford Colleges. Here she received a teacher's diploma which fulfilled one of her heart's greatest desires.
As I have told you, she was very religiously inclined. She says, "While I was attending College, several of us girls, all of the same mind, held a sort of Sunday School or meeting at regular intervals all by ourselves. We would sing and pray and read the scriptures, and have lengthy discussions regarding our various religious beliefs and the churches we belonged to. Since I had had more experience than the rest, I was appointed the lady minister. Sometimes our discussions became rather heated for none of us could agree on various themes taught by our local ministers. But since we were very anxious to obtain a religious experience, as the minister called conversion of the soul, we all went forward one Sunday to the 'Mourner's Bench' trying to get the spirit. This so pleased the minister, seeing us college students seeking for the truth, that the moment he closed his sermon, down he came from the pulpit, asking, 'Have you got the spirit?' I then spoke up for the group telling him we hadn't, but that we believed if he would consent to baptize us by immersion as the Saviour was baptized, that we would get it. 'Oh,' said he, 'that's altogether unnecessary. Then, besides, it would make a lot of talk in the village to baptize after that fashion.' This ended our seeking a religious experience."
Soon after Mother returned from college, her two cousins, Brigham Young and Willard Richards, came to her in 1837 from Kirtland, Ohio, bringing a new book called the Book of Mormon and preaching a strange gospel, based on angels and revelations. My grandfather, John Haven, received his nephews with considerable doubt, especially when Brigham professed to be an Apostle of the Lord and one of the leaders of the new church. This was a few years before Willard was made an Apostle. After the brethren had held several meetings and bore their testimonies they left. Grandfather shook his head, being sorry that his relations had been led astray. Mother, however, being of a curious nature, shut herself up with the strange book and within a week of reading and praying, announced to Grandfather that she had received a religious experience for sure, knowing for herself that the Book of Mormon was divine and that her cousins taught the true Gospel.
Mother was then twenty-six years of age, well schooled in the scriptures, and if father tells the truth, for he met her about a year later, was charmingly proportioned, rosy complexioned and had a natural queenly appearance. Her training had led her, to think for herself, and this she had to do, for her father and stepmother were set against her recent views about Mormonism. Seeing no chance to convert her father, she turned her attention upon her twenty-one-year-old brother, Jesse Haven. Hour after hour they discussed the Book of Mormon and Joseph Smith, the Prophet.
Within a few weeks after Brigham and Willard left, Apostle Parley P. Pratt called at Mother's home and baptized her. Mother's older sister, Nancy, and her husband, Albert Rockwood, had been baptized shortly before this time. During the next few months, Jesse was also baptized. Then in the spring, 22 April 1838, Mother with Jesse and their nine-year-old niece, Ellen Rockwood, bade farewell to the old home in Massachusetts and struck out fifteen hundred miles for Far West, Missouri. Thirty days later they joined the main body of the Saints. Although it was a long, hard journey, they were still happy and willing to sacrifice everything to have the privilege of shaking hands with the Prophet of God and to hear his words of counsel in the Church gatherings. Since Mother had been diligently searching, studying and praying for years, striving to find the true church of Christ, and now that she had found it and was among the Saints and Apostles, let come what may, she would be happy. Then, too, her heart was made glad at hearing the Saints talk about returning to Jackson County across the Missouri River southward and building the New Jerusalem and the Holy Temple. Although the Saints had been mobbed and driven from their inheritances in Jackson County for five years, still they fully expected to return in the near future and fulfill all the promises regarding the land. Even though Jackson County was held by the mob force, no Saint would sell his property. The Prophet and other Church leaders continued to say that the time would come when the Saints would return and build a wonderful city and a glorious temple.
Brigham Young, who knew of Mother's college training, soon had her and Jesse teaching school. Just prior to the beginning of the fall term at an election in Davies County, August 1838, trouble with the non-Mormons began; the Saints were all driven from the State of Missouri; great excitement prevailed. During these days many staunch men left the Church, including one of Joseph Smith's counselors, Frederick G. Williams, the three witnesses to the Book of Mormon and many others. We all felt more sorrowful at seeing Apostles leave the Church than we did over our trials and persecutions.
I remember well the trouble at Gallatin. Word was brought to Far West, calling for aid, saying that two or three of the Mormons at that place had been killed and their bodies mutilated and left lying on the ground in the sun, and that with an oath the mob had defied anyone to try and bury them. The Prophet and about fifteen others armed themselves and were soon galloping off to the scene. On their way, however, they learned that although there had been difficulties, no one had been killed. Some Missourian, nevertheless, anxious to make trouble, spread the word on every side that the Mormons had raised an army and were driving out the old settlers from their homes. Several ruffians even set fire to their tumbled down cabins and claimed it was done by the Mormons. Some of the papers took up the story causing great excitement all over the country.
The next word to reach our ears was that the Governor had raised an army of three thousand men to drive us out of the country. The first attack was made upon De Wilt and after several people had been killed, the remainder fled fifty miles to our city at Far West. Other battles then took place. I remember the awful, ringing call of the bugle at night that jumped us from our beds in a tumult. It was the call that took the brethren to the battle of Crooked River where Apostle David W. Patten was killed with several others. Apostle Patten lived for several hours until his wife arrived. His last words to her were often repeated during our days of trial. He whispered, "Whatever else you do, Oh do not deny the faith." This was one of our daily slogans and Sister Patten always stayed firm and steadfast to her testimony.
It seems that Mother's being a school teacher helped her to get all this early history in her mind. Soon after the Crooked River Battle, the most terrible massacre in our history took place. About 4 o'clock in the afternoon, 250 men on horses dashed up to the little village at Haun's Mill and opened fire upon the defenseless Saints_killing seventeen men, women and children and wounding a dozen more. The soldiers then galloped away promising to return and finish their awful work. Great excitement prevalied when the refugees brought the terrible news as they hurried into our city some twelve miles away. While this was going on Mother continued her school teaching. By the last of October, Far West was surrounded by almost three thousand soldiers. News came that cannons were being brought to bombard the town_fulfilling the declaration of the Governor that the "Mormons must be driven from the State or be exterminated." Word was passed into the city that anyone who would deny Mormonism would be protected; otherwise, sorrow awaited them.
George H. Hinckle, who was in command of the Mormon troops and a man whom the Prophet trusted in the greatest of confidence, turned traitor and secretly signed a treaty with General Lucas which delivered all the leaders of the Church, about [p.323] seventy-five in number, over to the army to be tried and punished. Regarding these events I shall let you read a few words of Ellen Whitney, daughter of Heber C. Kimball. She says, "I well remember the morning the mobbers came into Far West to take the Prophet and other brethren. I was at the school taught by Jesse Haven and his sister, Elizabeth. She was a very sweet woman beloved by all her scholars and all who became acquainted with her. As the mobbers passed the schoolhouse they sounded their bugle causing excitement so great that the teachers allowed us children to go to the windows and look out. Some of the Prophet's children were there."
Mother on various occasions read us Apostle Parley P. Pratt's journal describing the terrible scene among the soldiers when the traitor Hinkle turned the brethren over to the army. Here it is: "These all set up a constant yell_like so many bloodhounds let loose upon their prey. If the vision of the infernal region could suddenly be opened to the mind with thousands of malicious fiends all clamoring, like a troubled sea, then could an idea be formed of the hell which we had entered." Little did these brethren realize what awaited them, not knowing that their lives were actually sought. Mother's cousin, Brigham Young, told her that Major General Lucas had signed papers ordering the Prophet Joseph and a number of others to be brought to the public square at Far West and be shot to death the next day at 9 o'clock in the morning. They were to be executed in the very heart of town as a warning to all those refusing to flee from their homes. The Lord heard the prayers of the Saints, however, for Joseph's life was preserved for another six years.
From October until April, the six months that Joseph and the brethren were in the Richmond and Liberty jails, were days of strife and turmoil, better to be imagined than described. Sometime in November, right in the midst of the most severe persecutions, Hyrum's wife, Mary Fielding Smith, gave birth to her first son, late President Joseph Fielding Smith. During these days the mob army would rush into the city at night without restraint and on the pretext of searching for government arms, would force themselves into the houses, tear up floors, ruin furniture, and otherwise wreck things. Some of the brethren were whipped severely while some of the women suffered brutal attacks. Some of these border outlaws were known as squaw killers. A few days after Mary's son was born, the mob rushed into her home and turning the bedding up-side down upon the infant Joseph F. suffocating him almost to death before being rescued by attendants. With three thousand ruffians upon their trails, the Saints were glad to leave the state; sacrificing everything but what they could load into wagons and carry away.
This move seemed a greater trial than the Pioneer migration from Nauvoo. When the Saints left Nauvoo they had the Rockies as a gathering place, but at this time they didn't know exactly where they were going. While confined in jail, Joseph directed the brethren to flee eastward toward Kirtland but to remain together until he was free and could help direct them to a settling place, awaiting the day for Zion's redemption at Jackson County. Everyone seemed to feel that no matter where we stopped, it would not be our permanent home.
During that long, cold winter of 1838_39, some twelve or fifteen thousand homeless Saints were on the move, struggling through snow and winter blizzards, traveling a hundred fifty miles eastward_then across the Mississippi on the ice or by ferry to Quincy, Illinois. Many births and deaths took place and had it not been for the relief work of the people of Illinois, hundreds of Saints would have died. Potatoes, cornmeal, flour, bedding, and even clothing were supplied in great quantities, these things having been raised throughout the state by public subscription. Many of the Saints were given employment on the farms and elsewhere. The Saints learned that it was the political parties that gave most of the aid, striving to gain the confidence of the Saints so as to win their vote and secure the next election. Anyway, the Saints appreciated this kindness as much as though messengers had suddenly appeared along the banks of the great river scattering food and clothing among the suffering.
Mother's twenty-seventh birthday, coming three days after Christmas 1838, found her struggling at Quincy to help provide food and shelter. She declared that never had she really fallen in love and seemingly as yet she had not met the right one but believed firmly that he would come. That very summer, while at Quincy, mother met Israel Barlow, a stalwart man of thirty-three years. He had been with the Church since 16 May 1832, and had proved himself true during the trying days of Zion's Camp movement. Then, too, he had recently helped select and secure the property site for the City of Nauvoo. The next year on 23 February 1840, Father and Mother were married by Patriarch Isaac Morley. They soon moved to their new home in Nauvoo. That coming winter Mother taught school, having the Prophet's and Hyrum's children as well as Brigham Young's in her classes. That summer, 1841, her first baby was born but it lived only a short time.
Before her baby was born and while she was teaching school, February, 1841, Mother saw the Prophet and others, including her husband, begin the work on the Nauvoo Temple. Every man in Nauvoo was asked to give at least every tenth day. Hundreds turned out and on April 6th, to the salute of guns by the Nauvoo Legion, the four cornerstones were laid. Father continued to work on the temple until enough rooms were finished to begin the baptism and endowment work. After Father, Mother and Jesse received their blessings, they were called by the Prophet to [p.325] help officiate in the ordinances, taking several companies through a day.
From the time Mother left Grandfather's home in 1838, she continued to write her folks, bearing testimony regarding the Mormon Church. Then, too, the missionaries lent their aid and Grandfather and his wife and two children joined the Church. They soon moved to Nauvoo and had a happy reunion with their children. They were doubly joyful, having not only found their children but the true church as well. Not long after this they did their temple work, having Mother sealed to her parents.
Mother was present and became a member of the first Relief Society organized in Nauvoo, 15 March 1842. It was then called the Female Relief Society and started out with eighteen members, but before the Prophet was killed two years later, it had over twelve hundred members. Mother had the privilege of associating with many noble women including Emma Smith, Eliza R. Snow, Zina D. Young, Mary Richards, Mary Fielding Smith, Alvira Holmes and many others who managed the affairs for the women in Nauvoo and gave such wonderful instruction. Many and many a time have I heard Mother bear testimony of their greatness. Shortly before the Prophet and Hyrum were martyred, Mother and the other sisters having cookies and crackers stored up, often took their lunches and babies and met together at some home to discuss conditions. Then, too, they all wanted to be together in case of mob violence. They soon learned, nevertheless, that it was God's servants that the mob sought and no one else.
I have heard Mother say that she would never forget how terrible Emma and the rest of the people felt when word reached Nauvoo that Governor Boggs of Missouri had been shot and severely injured and that he had sworn out papers against Joseph Smith and Porter Rockwell declaring that they had done the awful deed. Since a reward was offered for the capture of the brethren and officers were searching Nauvoo, Joseph had to go into hiding. Although Porter left for St. Louis, he was captured and suffered all but death in a filthy Missouri prison for over nine months. I have heard Mother say, "I saw him soon after he returned and heard him tell how the officers threatened his life, then almost starved him to death on filthy food, then offered him his freedom and a huge reward if he would get Joseph Smith to go for a little horseback ride outside of Nauvoo to give the Missourians a chance to capture him. It was a common phrase in Nauvoo that Porter in his rough style said, 'I'll see you all damned first, and then I won't.' It was at this time that the Prophet Joseph promised Porter that he should never die by the hand of an enemy.
It was about this time, August 6, 1842, that the sisters began discussing Joseph's latest prophecy to the effect that the Saints would continue to suffer much affliction and would be driven from Nauvoo to the Rocky Mountains, that many would apostatize, others would be put to death or lose their lives on the plains, but that many would live to see the Saints become a mighty people in the midst of the Rocky Mountains. Since that time all our hopes were upon the New Jerusalem in Jackson County, some of the sisters and the leading brethren as well, even Joseph's counselors, Sidney Rigdon and William Law, thought the Prophet had made a great mistake by promising the people in the Church homes in the Rocky Mountains instead of Jackson County. From this time forward the Prophet and Brigham Young and other leaders continued to discuss the matter of moving from Nauvoo to the valleys of the mountains. During these trying days William Law turned traitor to Joseph. Sidney Rigdon was little better for he left Nauvoo and went East to live at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, five or six hundred miles away. Because so many of the brethren were turning against the Church, Joseph often remarked that he hardly knew whom to trust.
"I'll never forget these trying days at Nauvoo," Mother would say. Even our Stake President, William Marks, joined with the Laws and Higbees and other apostates holding secret meetings and plotting the downfall and death of the Prophet. Francis Higbee, a Justice of the Peace, required all members attending their meetings to sign the following oath: "You solemnly swear, before God and all Holy Angels, and these your brethren by whom you are surrounded that you will give your life, your liberty, your influence, your all, for the destruction of Joseph Smith and his party, so help you God." From this time forward things moved swiftly toward the martyrdom. Never since the Church was organized, seemingly, was the Prophet needed more than he was at the time he was martyred. When word reached Nauvoo that Joseph and Hyrum were dead, a pall of grief swept over the city. Almost twenty thousand people wept aloud. Then when the bodies were brought home the next afternoon in crude boxes covered with Indian horse blankets jolting along in two old dusty farm wagons borrowed from the mobbers in Carthage, the gathered thousands fairly groaned aloud, weeping on one another's shoulders, giving vent to their pent-up grief. Since the brethren had lain in their blood-soaked clothes for twenty-four hours in the hottest of weather, it took stout hearts to perform the work of washing and laying out the bodies. The next day, in company with more than twenty thousand others, I passed through the Nauvoo Mansion and saw our beloved leaders for the last time. All day, from morning until night, the weeping procession passed along. I am sure that not one person in that twenty thousand will ever forget that awful scene. Due to the extremely hot weather, the muscles of the dead bodies relaxed, allowing the blood to trickle onto the floor and form in small [p.327] puddles beneath the caskets. Tar, vinegar and sugar were kept burning on the stove to enable persons to stay in the apartment. It seems that our very souls had to be tried to the fullest degree.
Only one of the Apostles, cousin Willard Richards, was in Nauvoo at this time. The wounded Apostle, John Taylor, was still at Carthage, and the other Apostles were scattered over the United States on a political mission campaigning for Joseph Smith to be the next President of the United States. As soon as the Prophet was buried the big question before the Saints was, who should be the next leader? To the surprise of everyone, Sidney Rigdon returned bearing solemn testimony that he had received a vision calling him to preside. Cousin Brigham and the rest of the Apostles now returned and held a great conference to decide the question. Although Sidney Rigdon was allowed to put forth his claims for more than an hour, still only a few wanted him. Mother said, "When Brigham Young, the President of the Twelve, began speaking I saw a change come over him_saw him take on the form of Joseph Smith and heard his voice change to that of the Prophet's. Thousands in that assembly testified to the same thing. From that moment forward I knew whom the Lord had chosen. So did all the true Latter-day Saints. The great crowd felt that the Lord had not forsaken them."
During the six years that Mother lived at Nauvoo prior to the expulsion of 1846, she gave birth to four children, the first one living but a short time. Although Mother never neglected her family, she found considerable time for duties in the Church. At this time, too, Father having been taught the principle of plural marriage, was instructed to take another wife, Sister Betsy Barton. She and Mother were like fond sisters, true to each other and Father, believing sincerely that they were obeying a divine command. About three months after the Prophet was killed, Pamela Elizabeth was born 6 September 1844.
The winter of 1845_6 was another testing period. Governor Ford and his associates joined with the mob_demanding the Mormons leave the State at once. Hundreds of representatives met and drew up expulsion resolutions which were printed in all the nearby papers. If you will turn to the Rise and Fall of Nauvoo by B. H. Roberts, you can learn the particulars regarding these days of suffering. I quote one verse: "A few days after this, twenty-nine houses were burned down, while their occupants were driven into the bushes where men, women and children lay drenched with rain." The Quincy Whig wrote, "The Anti-Mormons from Schuyler County and the adjoining counties are flocking in, and great distress of life and property may be expected. Heaven only knows where these proceedings will end. It is a settled thing that the public sentiment of the State is against the Mormons, and it will be in vain for them to contend against it; and to prevent bloodshed and sacrifice of many lives on both [p.328] sides, it is their duty to obey the public will and leave the State as speedily as possible. That they will do this, we have confident hope_and that too, before the last extreme is resorted to_that of force."
Mother says that during winter Nauvoo resembled a huge work shop. Hundreds of wagons were built. The blacksmith anvils rang out night and day. Everyone made ready to go as soon as possible. But the opposing forces wouldn't wait. By 4 February 1846, the ferrying over the great Mississippi River began. Since the flood season was on, it was done with great difficulty. There was almost a mile of water to cross. In order to go with Brigham Young and Willard Richards and her brother Jesse, Father and Mother sold their nice house for a song, as it were, and made ready to leave. Deep snow fell. Winter settled down with the cold so crisp that the river froze from shore to shore within a few nights. Although this intense cold caused great suffering, still it became a blessing. Thousands of people who had been waiting to ferry across a mile of rushing water, now crossed upon the ice, driving their loaded wagons and animals with them. The very first night that this crowd camped on Sugar Creek, nine little babies were born, coming into this world under all sorts of conditions. Shortly after this Orson Spencer's wife died leaving six children under thirteen. Just before she passed away, the little folks were all called to her bedside. When she looked upon them for the last time, she sobbed saying, "Oh, you dear little children! How I hope you will fall into kind hands when I am gone." Soon after this she whispered to her husband, "A heavenly messenger has appeared to me tonight and told me that I had done and suffered enough and that he had now come to convey me to a mansion of Gold." She then asked to kiss each child good-bye. Then turning to her husband she said, "I love you more than ever, but you must let me go." As soon as he consented, she was gone. One of these girls, Aurelia, eleven years old, later became the Aurelia S. Rogers who organized the first Primary Association of the Church.
Mother says that we were camped near Brigham Young two or three months later on the Missouri River when the United States Officers came requesting 500 able-bodied men to join the Mormon Battalion. Mother and Father attended their great outdoor farewell testimonial and heard Brigham Young and Willard Richards instruct them. It was a sorrowful parting when they marched away. Soon after they left we crossed the Missouri River and father helped build the seven hundred homes and dugouts that made up Winter Quarters. Our own log house was not very comfortable but we managed to live through the long winter. In April, 1847, Brigham Young and his scouts bade Winter Quarters goodbye and struck out for the Rockies_seeking a place for the rest of us among the distant mountains.
Due to the lack of supplies and equipment we stayed in Winter Quarters and farmed during the summer of 1847. We were there with thousands of others when Brigham Young returned in the fall. I have heard my parents say that they took me to the conference when Brigham Young was made president of the Church 27 December 1847. I was then but three years old. Brigham Young chose Heber C. Kimball as his first counselor and Willard Richards as second counselor.
In June, 1848, almost three thousand people left for the Rockies. They were divided into three large companies with one of the Presidency in charge of each group. We came with Brigham Young. At Horseshoe Creek, Nebraska, Mother gave birth to her fifth child, John. Uncle Joseph Palmer and wife Mary stopped a day or so with us, then we hurried on and soon caught the large company. Father's outfit was made up of two horses and a wagon and several oxen and cows. The cows furnished milk and butter. Many a time when we baked bread, since no wood was to be had, we made our fire of buffalo chips. Although I was just four years of age I can remember many incidents of the plains, especially the herds of buffaloes and a scare or two from the Indians. I also remember a terrible storm which blew our tent down, giving us a midnight soaking. I have heard them tell how the guards, wet and dripping, faced the furious rain never daring to leave their posts for Indians generally did their stealing during the fiercest storms. Once we had a stampede. Several hundred of our frightened oxen, cows and steers raced away at full gallop bellowing into the darkness with the men on horses after them. We all hurried into our wagons fearing that the terrified animals might turn and come smashing into our camp. The terrors of a stampede are not soon forgotten.
When we reached the valley on the 23rd of September, 1848, we learned regarding the cricket plague and of how the gulls had come. We brought two orphans with us across the plains, David Turner and Marion Burgess. David later went to California. Marion died in Salt Lake City.
Our first winter was spent in the old Pioneer Fort where Pioneer Park now is. Later we moved to a city lot in the Eighth Ward, just southeast of the City and County Building. In 1849, Father moved his second wife to West Bountiful. I have heard her tell that while sleeping in a wagon the wolves came close and howled around and several times had to be driven out of the corral by father, David and the dogs. In the spring of 1850, mother also moved out. That summer the family planted their crops and built a double log room house. Mother had no sooner moved in than her sixth child, Mary, was born. President Young, Heber C. Kimball and Willard Richards often came visiting us, especially at watermelon time. On such occasions we all gathered in the shade of the trees in the hollow west of Perrigrine Sessions' home. Bountiful at that time was called Sessions Settlement.
The Indians, seemingly professed friendship, and for awhile gave us no trouble. Since we believed in following President Young's advice that it was cheaper to feed them than fight them, we gave them watermelons and flour, and sometimes milk and butter. On our farm back of the spring, I have seen as many as fifty wickiups at a time. The squaws with their papooses strapped on their backs came and sat in the door yard and even on the doorstep. A few of them could talk a little English but not very much.
When I was six years old we had an experience with the Indians which I have never forgotten. My eight-year-old brother, Israel, and I were about a mile from home. We were following through a tall forest of sunflowers on the trail toward the village, a little below the place where my sister Mary Willey later lived, when all of a sudden I was seized by several Indians and carried through the sunflowers and they covered me with a blanket, put me on a horse and off we trotted. Although I kicked and screamed and struggled and shouted, away we went. I thought I was gone for sure. Israel says that when they grabbed me that he jumped into the sunflowers, bent low and ran like the wind toward home where he found Father and one or two other men who jumped on their work horses and started off at full gallop. Three hours later, along the bench toward the mountains, I was rescued. They still had me covered with the blanket and held firmly by one of the buck Indians who, no doubt, wished to raise me for his squaw. I'll never forget how I sobbed and cried as I sprang into Father's arms from under that blanket.
At the time when the Walker Indian War broke out in 1853, Father was called to England on a mission. President Young advised us to tear down our log house and move it to Salt Lake City. Soon after it was rebuilt and Father had gone, Mother gave birth to twins, Willard and Wilford. Willard lived nine months and died. Wilford was also very sick. As if our trials were not sufficient, the oldest boy, Israel, about ten, had a terrible swelling come on his leg, which continued to grow worse until through our faith and Doctor Hugh, both he and Wilford got better. When Israel was strong enough, he and Aunt Betsey hitched up the oxen and went up City Creek Canyon after winter wood. The next summer the women and children got the ground plowed and the crops planted, but the harvest was small. The next year all the children had the measles_Jonathan came nearly dying and was seriously affected for several months. With all these sorrows we managed to struggle through looking forward to Father's return in 1855. Then, too, the mails were so slow that sometimes letters would be five or six months on the way. One letter I wrote [p.331] him on Christmas day brought an answer the next harvest time. The mails traveled by freighting teams and sailing ships.
There was in the company that Father returned with a young lady named Lucy Heap. Since she was full of faith and had come to Zion at a great sacrifice, Father, with Mother's consent and that of the authorities, brought her also into the family that winter. The next year we all moved back to West Bountiful and put up a couple of log houses at the farm. Although bread stuff was very scarce, forcing us to go for days at a time without so much as a corn cake, still we found plenty of mushrooms and pit-weed greens along with the potatoes that came later. We also had our milk and butter so we got by until the wheat headed. As soon as some of it was hard, we picked it and flailed it out and made wonderful whole wheat bread. Only those who have had such experiences can appreciate how happy we were at having bread for every meal. After the main harvest was over, the whole group of us scattered over the fields gleaning. Each night we thrashed out our grain and used it for bread for every meal. Since we had to work so hard, we were exceedingly careful not to lose a kernel. Some of the most delicious mush I ever ate was made from wheat that had been soaked in water over night then boiled and seasoned with salt and eaten with milk or cream. Since we had no sugar in those days, we gladly ate without it. A little later, however, we got molasses or honey for our bread and mush. When the railroad came about fifteen years later we bought sugar, but not until I was a woman 47 years old did the first sugar factory begin running at Lehi. That was in 1891. The people were then advised to cease using imported sugar and buy the homemade product.
On April 11, 1857, Brigham Young called a conference at Sessions Settlement and named the town Bountiful. The name came from the wonderful crops we were raising and also from the Book of Mormon. President Young and Bishop John Stoker and his counselors organized our first Relief Society_making mother the president; Louisa Grant, first counselor; and Hanna F. Holbrook, second counselor; with Phoebe C. Sessions, secretary; and Lucinda Sessions, treasurer. The Relief Society soon had seventy-five active members holding meetings and doing a wonderful work for the needy. The records show that during the summer they gave sixty dollars in cash to help a poor widow in South Bountiful who had a sick son. Before the society had run a year, it was discontinued due to the coming of Johnston's Army and the "Move South".
In July, 1857, Father and Mother were invited by Brigham Young to join him and the Saints in a grand celebration to be held July 24th in Big Cottonwood Canyon. We all loaded our bedding and provisions into the farm wagon and went along. It was about twenty-five miles to the party. During the time for the [p.332] greatest rejoicing, two messengers, Mayor Abram O. Smoot of Salt Lake City and Porter Rockwell, who had gone East with the mail, came riding into camp announcing to President Young that the United States Army, fully equipped for war, was marching toward Utah, and that many of the mobbers from Missouri and Illinois were in the group. At the head of the army rode General Albert S. Johnston and the great scout, Jim Bridger. President Young and his counselors received this message with surprise and dismay. They could hardly believe their ears. Then when they were told also that the army was bringing an Eastern, non-Mormon Governor to replace Governor Young, they gazed at one another in silence. Here was a nation of twenty-five million people declaring war on the Mormons. What should be done? What could they do? Toward evening Brigham Young called the celebrators together, thousands of them, and told what was happening. A mighty hush fell over the merrymakers. President Young in a very bold manner predicted that God would fight the battle for the Saints and that the army should not possess our land. He called upon every Saint to put his trust in the Lord. That night around the campfires the Saints reviewed their former drivings and sufferings and made solemn covenants with themselves and friends that the army, bringing a Gentile Governor and other officers, should not enter the valley. Far into the night the campfires burned, and by daybreak the outfits were on the move home.
During the summer the Saints were advised to store everything possible against the day when we might have to burn our homes and follow the leaders to another resting place. In order to get fruit for canning, hundreds of people went into the canyons gathering serviceberries. A large crowd of us also went to Weber Canyon. Sister Grant, Mother, and we children went along. Since I was then a girl of thirteen, I can remember the details and anxieties expressed regarding the approaching army. Many of the children along with myself were fearful that the soldiers would come marching down the canyon, catching us unawares. You shouldn't blame us, for the coming of the army was the general campfire topic. Since Mother and Father had already been driven from Missouri and Nauvoo, they could only suggest what terrible things were certain to happen if the army once got into the valley. Soon after our return home from getting the berries, President Young called a solemn day of fasting and prayer unto the Lord that would He aid the Saints in holding the army from coming into the valley.
I remember of hearing President Young declare, "If the Army breaks through, they will find Utah a desert, every house will be burned to the ground, every tree cut down and every field laid waste. We have provisions on hand for three years, O [p.333] which we will cache, and then take to the mountains. If the Government persists in sending an army to destroy us, in the name of the Lord we shall conquer them." I remember seeing the Mormon Militia of a thousand men or more under General Daniel H. Wells, President Young's counselor, hurrying into the mountains. My, but those were thrilling days. None of us knew what would happen next. Our men met the Army on the Green River, burned the grass on every side and also some of their trains of supplies. The Lord sent an early winter that choked up the mountain passes with deep snow. It was soon evident that the soldiers couldn't get through before the next May or June, and by that time it was hoped that peace could be made.
Towards spring some United States Officers visited Governor Young and it was agreed that the new Governor should be allowed to come and replace President Young and that the Army should move forty miles south of Salt Lake City. When Governor ******* came into the valley and took charge, he threw the people into panic by disbanding the Mormon Militia and sending them all home. President Young issued a call for everyone to get their homes ready to be burned if necessary. He then said to follow the leaders south, for the army was coming through the mountains, headed toward Salt Lake City down Emigration Canyon. Governor ******* tried every way to quiet the moving thousands but to no use. They had seen too many persecutions to be caught in a trap. Regarding this event Governor Gumming wrote, "The people, including the inhabitants of this city are moving from every settlement. The roads are everywhere filled with wagons loaded with provisions and household furnishings, the women and children often without shoes or hats, driving their flocks they know not where. Young and Kimball and most of the influential men have left their commodious mansions." All were moving south. All the Church Leaders had hay and straw piled ready to set fire to their homes.
I remember that Provo Bench resembled a forest of tents and wagons after we had camped there a week or two. We learned that the army had passed through Salt Lake City and had moved forty miles south to Camp Floyd. Sometime in July we all moved back to our homes, thankful indeed that the trouble seemed past. I remember that the grass was tall around our house and things looked as if we had been away for a year. While we were on the trip, each one of Father's three wives had an outfit of her own. I drove ours at times and will never forget the sand and dust south of Murray to the Point of the Mountain. Later, they rightly named it Sandy.
Soon after our return, Sister Eliza R. Snow came out to Bountiful with some of the brethren. The town was divided into three wards: East, West, and South Bountiful. Mother was made [p.334] President of the East Bountiful Ward Relief Society with Lucinda Sessions and Mary Jane Crosby as counselors; Mary Carter, secretary; and Cordelia Carter, treasurer. For thirty-one years Mother served well and faithfully, rendering aid to a multitude of needy. It was during these years that the Society built the Relief Society Hall and equipped it.
While Mother lived in Bountiful, I was married and had nine children. On 30 August 1878, my husband died, and in 1883, Father died also. Five years later, 1888, Mother was released from the Relief Society at the age of 77. The next year she and her brother Jesse and I went to the Logan Temple and did considerable work. Three years later, at the ripe age of 81, on Christmas day, Mother died at East Bountiful, loved and respected by all who knew her. Many were the words of praise given by the authorities of the church at her funeral. East Bountiful Tabernacle was packed and the procession that followed to the cemetery was an unusually long one.
To Mother the Gospel had meant everything. No sacrifice was too great in order to send her husband or kindred into the mission field. She dug sego roots and thistles and went to the canyon for wood while her husband was on his mission and she would have done it again had it been necessary. Nothing stirred her soul more than repeating the events she had passed through in Missouri and Nauvoo. The Gospel, coupled with seeing her family live righteously, was the joy of her life.
She bore eight children, six sons and two daughters, and at the time of her death had 49 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren. Let me close this biography by quoting from Revelation, 7th Chapter, "... What are these which are arrayed in white robes?... And I said unto him, Sir, thou knowest. And he said to me, These are they which came out of great tribulation, and have washed their robes, and made them white in the blood of the Lamb.... They shall hunger no more, neither (shall they) thirst ... and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes."
Source: Our Pioneer Heritage, Vol. 19, p.318-335 “Autobiographies of Six Pioneer Women”
Compiler: Stuart D. Neel
The New Whip
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Israel Barlow was a stone carter for the production of the Kirtland Temple. He ferried stone from the quarry to the temple site to be used. One day he was about to set out when Joseph Smith told him. "Israel, on your way to the quarry, stop and buy yourself a whip." Now Israel trusted his horse and didn't carry a whip because he didn't think he had a use for it, but on the way he bought himself a whip. After picking up his load and turning around to head back to the temple his horse was spooked and began to bolt toward the edge of a nearby cliff and wouldn't respond to Israel's shouts. Isreal grabbed the whip and cracked over the head of the horse. It was so startled by the new sound that it stopped in its tracks. That is an example of the Blessings of listening to the prophet.
Isreal Barlow , Conversion - Blade of Grass by Clifford B. Call
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11. ISREAL BARLOW, 3rd great grandfather
Isreal Barlow lived in the early 1830's in the town of Mendon, New York. He was an exhorted for the same church that Joseph Young and he brother-in-law John P. Greene were preachers and thus it is expected that he was a close associate with them and their brother Brigham. All of these three were baptized shortly before Isreal was. But it seems that they were not the cause of his baptism. Although he surely would have known of theirs.
It was either late 1931 or early 1832 that two Mormon Elders visited the Barlow family in Mendon and told them about the restored gospel. No doubt the Book of Mormon was purchased and read, and the life of the young latter-day Prophet discussed, for Isreal was heard to say, "If I could just see this Joseph Smith I think I could detect if he is a prophet."
His Son, Isreal Barlow II says this: As near as can be learned it was in the early part of the year 1832. Isreal Barlow says I used to go to a small grove a few rods from the house and in the grove there was a small bare spot where no vegetation grew. I Used to repair there to pray. I had heard a Mormon Elder preach and explain the Gospel of Christ as taught by Joseph Smith. I had read some of the Book of Mormon and I wanted a testimony of the truth of the Gospel. So I went as usual to this grove one evening. And I humbly asked my Heavenly Father that if this Gospel and the Book of Mormon were true that He, the Lord, would cause something to spring up in the bare spot of ground in the grove and I would take that as an evidence.
The next morning I repaired to the grove to see if the Lord had answered my humble prayer. And I was not left long in doubt, for there in the center of the bare spot of ground stood a beautiful blade of green grass about 8 inches high that had sprung up during the night. I was satisfied and have never doubted the truth of the Gospel since. I applied for baptism and was shortly after baptized and confirmed into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.
Whether it was shortly before this experience or shortly after it, it is not clear, but Isreal did take the 200 mile journey to see the Prophet. He visited with him a few days. After he had talked with him two or three hours he said he knew that he was a Prophet of God. Returning to Mendon he was baptized by Brigham Young on 16 May 1832. From that day to his death, Isreal never doubted the truth of the Gospel of Jesus Christ. He followed the Prophet to Ohio, Missouri, Illinois and then followed another Prophet to Utah.