Luther Bailey Reed

Life Story of ELIZABETH SOPHIA BAILEY REED Written in 1957 by her granddaughters, Elizabeth Price Astle and Mary Price Stucki After careful study, extensive research and prayerful consideration, we have undertaken the task of recording the life history of our maternal grandmother. So much material was obtained it has been difficult to choose what seemed most important. We offer the following, hoping that those who read may be impressed, even as we were, by her patience, self-control and obedience to discipline. This delving into the lives of our ancestors has been a revelation to us. We are made to wonder if our own lives can bear such close scrutiny or be found as exemplary. This work has been a labor of love. He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city. Proverbs 16:32 He that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding. Proverbs 17:28. Elizabeth Sophia Bailey was born 22 July 1823 at Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, the third child in a family of nice children. Her father, Joseph Brown Bailey, was born in 1790 in Avebury, Wiltshire, England. Her mother, Ann Smith Bailey, was born in Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, Canada, the only girl in a family of nine children. Her father was a tailor by trade, but being conscripted into the Royal Army, was transferred with his regiment to various points in Great Britain and Canada as need required. He followed this career for thirty-five years. Sometimes the family was allowed to take up quarters near where the soldiers were stationed and sometimes they were not. Consequently, the wife and children were often without the care and association of the husband and father for months at a time. When permitted to follow, they found it necessary to cross the ocean several times between Great Britain and Canada. The journeys were accomplished by slow sailing vessels which usually consumed from four to six weeks time, but sometimes extended into months, depending on the time of the years, the winds and the weather. They are said to have crossed the ocean five times before coming to America. Family legend states that soon after marriage Ann Smith Bailey had followed her husband to England where she lived at Bath in Somersetshire, and where their oldest child, Mary Ann, was born 18 September 1819. She returned to Canada about 1820, taking up residence at Halifax, Nova Scotia, the birthplace of their two daughters, Sarah, born 4 De4cember 1821, and who died in childhood, and Elizabeth, our grandmother, born 22 July 1823. Halifax was the largest city in the province. Nova Scotia, formerly under French rule, was called Arcadia and was made famous by Longfellow’s Evangeline with its Forest Primeval and Village of Grand Pre (Halifax). The English later changed the name to Nova Scotia. Through the many travels of her parents from one point to another, Elizabeth learned to adjust to the different and often unfavorable conditions. She was mild in disposition and obedient to discipline. On one of the several journeys across the ocean, the children all became ill with measles and Elizabeth’s life was despaired of for some time. Ann watched beside the little girl constantly, holding her in her arms much of the time to ease the roll of the vessel. To add to their discomfort, a terrific storm arose which lasted for two days and nights, with thunder, lightening, rain, and heavy winds. It seemed that the vessel could not survive the lashing of the wind and waves. Many were the prayers that ascended fro their protection and safety. On the morning the third day the storm suddenly abated and they sailed over smooth blue water. The children all recuperated normally from their illness except Elizabeth who had caught a severe cold during the storm. A bad swelling arose on her neck and face that rapidly developed into an abscess and was very painful. Several of her teeth and pieces of bone from her jawbone are said to have fallen from the core of the swelling, leaving her mouth crooked. Elizabeth finally recovered but was a frail, delicate child ruing all of her youth, being afflicted intermittently with asthma that distressed her all of her life. On another voyage the vessel was becalmed at sea for several weeks. The rations became low and the travelers experienced much suffering and anxiety. Each morning the sun rose like a ball of fire from the ocean horizon, shedding its powerful rays upon them, while the worried crew and passengers looked out helplessly upon the glassy sea hoping for a wind to carry them forward, but no breeze appeared. They welcomed the cool of evening when the sun sank again into the ocean and darkness fell. At last a welcome breeze was felt and the idling vessel began to move but to their consternation it was an adverse wind and they were carried backward on their course for sometime. Many were the prayers that ascended for their safety and progress. After four months at sea the vessel came safely into the harbor and all hearts were filled with thankfulness and rejoicing. About 1825 they moved to Enneskillen, Ireland where her sister, Ellen Jane, was born 7 January 1826. The parents liked the climate here and the beautiful surroundings on Lake Erne, an arm of Donegal Bay, but soon they were on their way to Canada again, then to England—back and forth they went. Other places where they are said to have lived were Lundy Lane, Niagara and Winnipeg, Manitoba. Several other children were added to the family, all born in England. Robert born 6 December 1828 at Templemore; Caroline born 28 July 1830 at Chatham; and the last three, all boys born at Bath in Somersetshire. George Brown born 5 February 1833; William born 30 October 1836; and Reuben Josiah born 10 July 1838. It seems the family moved to Bath about 1831 or 1832 where a permanent home was established and they remained there for about twenty-five years. We have no record of a sea voyage during these years but there may have been one. The childhood and youth of the children were probably spent in this locality on the banks of the beautiful Avon River, with the find schools, cheddar cheese factories, picturesque building and bridges and world famous baths from which the city derived its name. The Bailey family seemed to be a happy one, especially when the father was at home. He took great pride in his wife and children and it is not strange that they would brave the dangers and discomforts of the sea voyages in order to be near him and have him with them. He was interested in all their activities and pastimes. He taught his wife to sew and from her the girls learned this useful art and became skilled needlewomen. Sorrow came to the home in 1834 in the death of Robert, the oldest son. He was six years old. Three years later two more children, Caroline and William were called by death. This thinned the family ranks considerably and it was hard for the parents to be consoled for their great loss. Perhaps the home was no longer the pleasant place it once was, or perhaps Mary Ann, their oldest daughter, just great restless. At any rate, it was about this time she eloped with the young man of her choice, John Stevens, to be great dismay of her family. The marriage proved unhappy but the young couple kept their whereabouts a secret from the family for a number of years. The parents advertised and used every available means at their command to find their daughter but the search was in vain. Imagine the anxiety in the hearts of her parents and sisters, Elizabeth and Ellen, when they thought of their loved one out there somewhere, not knowing where, or her needs. About the time, Elizabeth, then fourteen years of age, having fulfilled the law of attendance at school, found work in a bookshop, bringing her earning to help with the family finances. She found the work interesting as many other things were sold there besides books; pencils, pens, stationery, ink, fine china, knickknacks and bric-a-brac. She took pains to keep the shelves well dusted and the shop spick-and-span. By doing so she gained the approval of the proprietor and when not otherwise engaged, she was allowed to read from the books there, much to her delight. She won many compliments from the customers because of her knowledge of books and literature and her efficient service. She retained her position there for about seventeen years—until she left England for America. Perhaps it was because of Elizabeth’s weakness and frailty, not being able to run and play as heartily as other children, or to join in many of their activities she grew up as a quiet, unassuming, unobtrusive child, but exceptionally observant. Therefore, she was often able to size up a situation quickly and to find means of solving the problem or of helping to relieve the tension sometimes involved. Other more aggressive members of the family often imposed upon her. This does not mean she was weak-willed or easily swayed from her desires. She was willing to give in on small details to make others happy or to keep the peace in the family, but upon vital issues she was always able to make a decision and to stand by her opinion in the face of odds, if she considered it right. She was always more willing to bear a wrong than to do one. Early in life she formed the habit of counting to ten, very slowly, when angry, during which time she was able to regain the process of clear thinking and become master of herself. She seemed to have conquered or subdued her emotions. She was thoroughly dependable and always did everything well. In spite of her physical weakness, in times of trouble or crisis she became a tower of strength to those in need. The picture handed down in the family shows her countenance reflected serenity and pleasantness. In 1846 Ellen Jane was happily married to an estimable young man, John Lamborn, and they made their home nearby. They later became the parents of five children. Elizabeth had been engaged to a fine young man (we do not know his name) for several years but the marriage had been postponed on one pretext or another, possibly because she hesitated to leave her parents to the loneliness of the home with only the two young boys, now that Ellen had gone to a home of her own. Her brother, George B., was a figure to be reckoned with in the home. Having applied himself well at school, he became a schoolteacher at the age of sixteen. How proud they all were of him! As his father was not well, he began to assume some responsibility and to voice his mind on many subjects. He took a strong dislike to Elizabeth’s fiancée, pronouncing him a “ne’er-do-well and demanding that the betrothal be broken off. The young man no longer felt free to come to the home, and as Elizabeth desired to keep peace in the family, the young couple met elsewhere. After leaving the army the father became quite morose and melancholy. His health was much impaired. He mourned over the loss of his four little ones and the absence of Mary Ann. He seemed unable to concentrate upon the needs of the home. The mother found it necessary to obtain work at the cheese factory and supplement this with sewing and washing at home to provide for the family. In 1849 a letter came from Mary Ann saying she was ill and very poor; she was earning her living by sewing and while writing this letter a spark from the fireplace had ignited her dress and she was badly burned. The mother wrote at once asking her to come home. She came and was received with open arms; but although everything was done for her comfort and happiness, she passed away soon after her return from the effects of the burns. She was buried in the cemetery at Bath, England. This sad event cast a gloom over the home for a time, and the father never seemed to regain his lightheartedness. He sat brooding for hours, and began visiting the public tavern much to the chagrin and humiliation of the family and regardless of their remonstrance’s. During these trying years, Elizabeth, although far from robust, was the comfort and mainstay of the family. The father died quite suddenly 1 November 1850 at Bath, England and was buried there, perhaps beside his loved daughter, Mary Ann. As all members of the family were employed outside the home, it became necessary to share the home duties. Elizabeth and Reuben took over almost the entire responsibility of this labor in order to relieve their mother from stress and worry; and George B., now the man of the house, took pride in directing affairs. Elizabeth, with her customary desire for a pleasant atmosphere, tried to fall in with his schemes, although it often meant the abandonment of her own plans. The mother found her children a blessing and a comfort to her. Soon two missionaries of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints called at the Bailey home, leaving tracts which proved to be priceless, for they contained a message of the true gospel. After a brief investigation, the family was converted and began to make plans for their removal to Utah. This wonderful event brought joy into the home and entirely changed their lives, and their manner of living. The date of Elizabeth’s baptism is recorded as 6 April 1854. The new religion brought many changes into their lives. They found themselves estranged from many lifelong friends. Elizabeth learned to take her troubles to the Lord, and to gain strength and comfort from this practice. Her fiancée could not understand why Elizabeth should join “such an ignorant and benighted religion.” She tried to explain the beauties of the gospel to him, but he could listen only with his ears and not his heart—so her efforts were futile. For the first time there was a rift between them. He came occasionally to see her but usually left disappointed, after begging her to give up the new religion and be married at once. It was decided that George B. should go to Utah and get work there and thus be in a better position to help the other members of the family to emigrate. He left early in 1852. His wife, Elizabeth Young Bailey, whom he had clandestinely married 10 February 1852, accompanied him. They made their home at Mill Creek, Utah where George B. readily found employment as a schoolteacher. With the aid of the Perpetual Emigration Fund established by the Church, George B. was able to send for his relatives in 1855. They embarked on the ship Samuel Curling, which left England 22 April 1855, and arrived in New York harbor 27 May 1855. The following record of their journey was taken from the Church emigration files: Ship Samuel Curling of 1476 tons register, Samuel Curling, Master; Franklin D. Richards, Agent. Ann Bailey, 56 widow: address: No. 8 Claremont Building E. Co., 43 Wallcott, Bath England Ticket #78; folio M.P.I.F. Register 881, ordered from G.S.L.C. Elizabeth Bailey 31, spinster Reuben Bailey 16, plasterer William Lamborn 7, child Left Liverpool 22 April 1855 came to New York 27 May 1855. The following was taken from Church Chronology 1855, pages 53-54. “April, Sunday 22nd: 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 Mo., to Atchison, Kansas.” “Oct. Wed. 24th: Capt. Mile Andrus’ immigration train, called the third P.E. Fund Company of the season arrived in G.S.L.C.” (Elizabeth and her relatives were listed in the above company.) Before Elizabeth left England her sweetheart came to bid her a last goodbye. He begged her to give up her journey and stay in England so they might be married. She could still be affiliated with her strange religion if she wished, and he would make a thorough investigation of it and perhaps join the Church, if she would only stay in England. But she had received “the light”, her testimony burned within her and she could not give up her plan to gather with the Saints. She knew it took more than promises to learn of the Gospel. She felt that ample time and opportunity had been given him and unless he made an effort and gained a true testimony he could never understand what was in her heart. So they parted sadly promising to write each other. He said, “If you still love me when you get to Utah, please write and tell me so and I will come to you.” While on the ship Elizabeth found many chances to assist her mother in administering to the sick and downhearted ones; but on the plains her tasks seemed difficult. Because of the need for freight in Utah, all wagons were loaded to capacity and the Saints were required to walk all the way, and to for the streams. Being afflicted with asthma, Elizabeth found the exertion of walking, trying to keep up with the constantly moving team, coupled with the dust and heat, almost unbearable. Especially in fording the streams did she suffer from over exertion, emerging from the water almost exhausted from the extreme effort put forth. At Green River the stream seemed most formidable. Ann advised Elizabeth not to go into the water but to wait and see how she fared in crossing. Taking seven-year-old William with her, she started across, but soon found the stream so deep and swift she was obliged to place the boy upon her shoulders. After going a few yards further, she was swept from her feet by the swift, strong current, and went down twice, but as the water swerved toward the opposite bank she was able to grasp some willows and hold on tightly while she regained her feet and rested a little before pulling herself up the bank to safety. Then she motioned to Elizabeth not to go into the stream. Elizabeth then climbed into the wagon unseen, covered herself over with a quilt and remained there quietly until the wagon was ferried over. Upon arrival in Salt Lake City, 24 October 1855 they looked forward with joy to meeting George B. after the long separation. How surprised they must have been to meet his wife and his little ones! This circumstance changed all their plans and they found it necessary to establish a home of their own as soon as possible, so as not to intrude for long upon the little family. As this had been a bad year in which grasshoppers and crickets had devoured most of the crops, provisions were hard to get and they had difficulty in finding food for the winter. To be near George B. they decided to stay at Mill Creek. A dugout was hastily constructed, made as comfortable as possible, and into this crude shelter they moved their few belongings. Winter set in almost at once. Elizabeth and her mother went out washing and sewing for neighbors and caring for the sick. Reuben did chores for the farmers to earn what they could. Their food for that winter is said to have consisted mostly of bran bread and boiled roots. It was a severe winter and they suffered greatly with the cold, but spring brought relief. They were able to dig sego roots from the hills and gather watercress from the streams. Thistles, too became a welcome part of their daily diet. Elizabeth and her mother worked well together and with the help of the boys all went along smoothly. They obtained a small piece of land and a few cows. They planted a garden, made butter and cheese and began to prosper. They obtained fish and wild game. After arrival in Utah many of the Saints were rebaptized. This was not a requirement as the first baptism was still valid. President Young had suggested that such a step would show humility and the desire of the Saints to put away all sin and live according to the will of the Lord. The Mill Creek Ward records give Elizabeth’s rebaptism date as 15 March 1857 by Archibald Gardner; confirmation on same date by Julian Moses. John Young gave her patriarchal blessing dated 3 February 1857. The Bailey’s made many friends and were happy and thankful to be at last in Zion and free to earn their living among the Saints of God. As they beheld the snow-capped mountains, the crystal streams, the fields grain, prayers of gratitude arose from their many blessings. But life was not all pleasantness. Many drawbacks arose. To save their crops they had to fight grasshopper and crickets for many weeks from early morn until set of sun. Sometimes the grain was injured by the frosts and drought. Their days were filled with arduous toil. They were fighting for their very existence—the food needed for life and strength to carry on. They were deprived of all luxuries and many necessities. They became wise in the art of substitution and learned many new processes thereby. Soon after arrival Elizabeth wrote a letter to her sweetheart in England telling him of her joy in being with the body of the Church. No mention was made of their hardships or privations. She assured him of her love but told him she could never renounce what she knew was true; and there could never be any happiness for them together unless he too, came to know the value of the wonderful gospel principles and they could be married by the proper authority. At this time mail service was slow and intermittent, “as the carrying of the mail was an adventurous and dangerous occupation.” (The Restored Church by William E. Berrett). George B. usually went to Salt Lake City once a week and always called to ask if his relatives needed anything from town or had any letters to send; and he brought back the mail, if any on his return. When Elizabeth handed her brother the letter to post, he shrugged his shoulders and said, “So, you are still enamored of the no-account weasel. You are just wasting you time.” Time went by and as Elizabeth busied herself with home and gardening duties she thought of her letter and wondered if it had reached its destination safely, and when she would receive an answer. Most of all, on Sunday when she sat in church listening to the beautiful strains of music, her heart went out to this dear one over the sea, and she prayed he might be brought to understand and love the Gospel. A few months later she sent a second letter, hoping it might reach him safely and touch his heart. Anxiously she waited, then with despair in her heart. The winter passed and the long summer days with their steady toil, and another winter came and went and now it was almost spring again, and still no word had come. Had he forgotten? What had happened to him? Why had he not answered her letter. Her heart grew heavy with sadness and longing. After a time she decided to try to forget him and build her future without him—a useful career in the service of her fellowmen Among the new friends the Baileys’ made in Utah were the Gardner’s, Miller’s and Reed’s, all good Church members and dear friends of George B. The Reeds lived far up the canyon at the sawmill, but always came down to Church services when the weather permitted. In December 1856 Clarissa Reed, Luther’s wife, became very ill and it was necessary to move her down to the valley. Elizabeth and her mother assisted in caring for Clarissa during her illness. Everything was done for her comfort and to aid her recovery but she died 4 February 1857. After the funeral the two women friendly and sympathetic, continued to care for Luther’s home and to send in food or help with his meals. About this time Luther received a call from President Young to go to Tooele and establish a sawmill. Before leaving he surprised Elizabeth by asking her to be his wife. She was dismayed! His wife Clarissa, had been dead a little over two months! Her brother, George B., encouraged the idea, and after contemplation, she decided to accept the offer. She knew Luther was a find man and he seemed hale and hearty, although no longer young, being sixty years old. He had joined the Church a few years after its organization, had been with the Prophet and Patriarch at Nauvoo and had been driven out with the Saints. He was a High Priest and had filled many responsible positions. (He had come from a long line of New England and English ancestors, extending through royalty and peerage and now traced through Bible lineage back to Adam.) She knew she did not love him but she respected him highly. She thought of how difficult it would be for him to fulfill this call to Tooele alone. They were married, 23 April 1857 by Bishop Reuben Miller of Mill Creek Ward. They left at once for Tooele to make their home. John Rowberry and Cyrus Tolman led a number of families west from Salt Lake City and established Tooele in 1849. At General Conference in October 1853, Wilford Woodruff and Ezra T. Benson were called to gather fifty families and strengthen the settlements in Tooele. So when the Reed’s arrived in 1857 they found the town well populated. Luther sold his holdings at Mill Creek and with the proceeds was able to purchase improved land at Tooele and to get the mill in place and operating by early summer. The farmlands promised a good crop and the family prospered. Elizabeth found Luther a kind and considerate husband, and her duties were not too strenuous, as he always carried in the wood and water for the day. Each, seeming to sense the need of the other, put forth the right amount of effort, respect, courtesy and consideration. Thus they both brought to the home a feeling of trust, harmony and security—compatibility not all couples are able to achieve. As time went by the business at the mill thrived and life seemed pleasant. The future looked bright, especially since they were looking forward to the coming of their first child. Luther, always solicitous for her welfare, relieved her of the many of her tasks, making it as easy as possible for her. Before leaving Mill Creek, after the wedding ceremony, finding his sister alone for a moment, George B., presented her with a small, well-wrapped package, saying, “I have a surprise gift for you. Promise me you will not open it until you are alone.” She thanked him kindly, thinking he had anticipated her need of a trousseau, since the marriage had been hurriedly prepared for, and he was providing means for a few extra and much needed articles of clothing. She was grateful. The package was put away for safe keeping, until a later date. One day while Luther was at the mill Elizabeth decided to open the package her brother had given her and use the money to buy material in preparing clothing for the coming child. Imagine her surprise and consternation in discovering the package did not contain money, as she supposed, but the two letters she had written to her sweetheart in England, and also two letters from him addressed to her. She broke the seal. The first letter was one long question mark. Why had she not written as she had promised? Was she unfaithful to him? The second letter was in a different vein. He had investigated the Latter-day Saint religion and had found it all she had declared it to be. He wanted to come to Utah but not unless he could have her for his wife. Why had she not written to assure him of her faithfulness? This revelation, coming as a complete surprise, was a severe shock to Elizabeth and she was entirely prostrated for a few days. Luther, attributing her illness to her condition was concerned about her welfare and wished to bring someone to care for her; but she assured him that a short rest was all she needed. Elizabeth was overcome with grief, resentment, confusion and frustration. This was her battle. She could tell no one. She must fight it out alone. Her own brother had done this to her! He had not posted her letters, and had confiscated those from her sweetheart, thus parting them forever. Now she was married to another man and was to become a mother. As she looked back upon her marriage she realized that too, was of her brother’s instigation! For the first time in her life she was separated from her mother. How she longed for her wise counsel and advice and her kindly ministrations. She recognized this trial as a test of character. She knew she was being tried. With fasting, faith and prayer, she emerged victorious from the ordeal. With forgiveness in her heart she was able to bring to her home a quiet dignity and serenity, and a love for her good, kind husband that might never have been fully realized without this distressing experience. Early in 1858 her mother came to stay for a few weeks. They were very happy to be together again. Elizabeth’s little son was born 10 February 1858. Luther was overjoyed. They named him Luther Bailey Reed. Later that year at the coming of Johnson’s Army to Utah, the people were all requested by President Brigham Young to move southward. Luther, as one of the older men, was called to go to Goshen, Utah to assist in caring for the women and children and protecting them from the Indians while the younger men were on Militia duty elsewhere. The mill wheel stood still, the fields were abandoned, and the Reed family moved to Goshen. Peace commissioners from the government met with President Brigham Young and the difficulties between the United States and Utah were peaceably adjusted and in July the people were allowed to return to their homes. On the way back to Tooele the Reed’s and Bailey’s stopped at Spanish Fork. They found the place to their liking, so they decided to remain and make permanent homes there. The properties at Tooele and Mill Creek were sold and Ann and Elizabeth were happy to locate side by side in log cabins on farms four miles out of town. Spanish Fork was a small town about sixty miles south of Salt Lake City founded by Latter-day Saints in 1851. The town, canyon and river were named after the great Spanish explorer, Escalante, who had camped there in 1776. The Old Spanish Trail from Santa Fe passed this way and travelers and mountaineers used this route between the Spanish settlements in New Mexico and California long before the Pioneers came to Utah. Indian tribes, having used it constantly through the years, considered it their special domain and resented the encroachment of the white people. The greatest drawback of locating here was the unfriendly Indians. Obeying the injunction of President Young “It is better to feed the Indians than to fight them.” The Reed’s and Bailey’s were kind and generous to them and won many friends among them. They never had serious trouble with them, but sometimes had to make sacrifices, and had to be constantly on alert to protect their property, especially animals from being stolen. They found they must be always prepared for night raids or outbreaks, for the Indians were in a state of unrest and on the warpath most of the time. Old Chief Tabby, being friendly, usually came to warn them in time for preparation. Twice the were forced to flee from their homes and seek shelter in a patch of willows by the creek, while the war whoops came to them on the night air. They knew their friends in the nearby town were in grave danger. Grasshoppers and crickets were troublesome, too, sometimes causing a crop failure. The Saints worked from early morning until set of sun to save their grain and vegetables. Many methods were used, but all required strenuous labor. Sometimes a long rope was drawn back and forth over the grain patch or garden. Sometimes the insects were driven into a pile of straw and burned. Sometimes the pests were fought with long willows. The Saints had to be self-sustaining. Each family tried to raise enough grain for home use and some to spare or to store, if possible. Sometimes the grain (wheat and corn) was taken to a mill to be ground, but more often it was ground in a small hand mill at home—a very tiresome task. Sometimes the wheat was boiled and used for cereal. There were no markets where bakery products could be bought. Bread, pies, cakes and cookies must all be made at home. The cooking was done in the fireplace in huge iron kettles suspended from hooks above the fire or in skillets set upon the coals. Sometimes the baking could be done in a brick oven built in the side of the chimney. Saleratus was used for leaven and was gathered from the wet ground. Wild game of various kinds provided meat for the table and much of it was dried for later use. Wild berries and later, tame fruits were dried and stored for winter use. The vegetables were stored in a deep cellar under the kitchen floor, well insulated from cold by straw and sawdust. Luther was a skilled carpenter and cooper, as well as a millwright, and provided both cabins with well made furniture and also wooden utensils for their use, such as buckets, tubs, barrels, churns, basins, butter bowls, paddles and molds, washboards, etc. The bed, table and chairs he made for Elizabeth were works of art and remained in the family for may years, almost all of her daughter Ann’s lifetime. Elizabeth learned to make her own candles and to take the wool from their few sheep and follow it through every process necessary to convert it into warm clothing for the family. She and her mother worked together on most projects, helping each other, and they became proficient in many branches of pioneering. On 28 March 1860, the Reed’s little daughter was born. They named her Ann (Maria) after Grandmother Bailey. This child was like a ray of sunshine and brought joy to both homes. Old Chief Tabby came often to the Reed’s home. He enjoyed their hospitality and admired the baby Ann with her rosy cheeks and wavy black hair. He like to “rock” the white man’s cradle, saying over and over, in a singsong voice, “Heap good papoose! No Yagaki!” (No crybaby.) In October 1860 they experienced another sorrow in the death of Reuben, Elizabeth’s brother. He accidentally shot himself while cleaning a gun after a hunting trip for game. He was buried in Spanish Fork Cemetery. This bereavement seemed to draw mother and daughter closer. The two families became on, Luther caring for both, as the mother now had no one to help her except her grandson, William, twelve years old. As the years passed the farms prospered and life seemed pleasant and profitable. The monotony of the days was broken by many incidents of importance to them. Occasionally the ladies attended a “quilting bee” and when it was considered safe to do so, the men came also in the evening and a little social get-together was enjoyed at a neighbor’s house, where they sang songs and played games. Sometimes a public dance was held in the log-meeting house, but at such times the men all brought their guns along. Sunday was always observed as a day of rest, no work being done except the necessary chores, and all members of the family attended Church. It was necessary to hitch the oxen to the wagon and drive into town for meetings, taking a frugal lunch along, perhaps slices of bread and butter and some parched corn or wheat. As they worshipped there in the little log meeting house, were their minds completely at rest and at peace with the world? Or were they half filled with anxiety, fearing lest their homes be raided and their cattle drives away during their absence? Occasionally unfriendly Indians caused the settlers some anxious moments. One day an Indian warrior called at Elizabeth’s home when she was alone and demanded food. She gave him bread but he was not satisfied and asked for flour. She told him she had no flour. He became very angry and drawing a long knife from his belt, he felt the keen edge and shad, “Heap sharp!” Then he proceeded to walk about the room helping himself to everything he wished. As he was leaving he said, “Some day me steal papoose,” pointing to the baby in the cradle, our mother. After he was gone she stepped out into the yard to make sure he had departed. She could see him going up the hill. Imagine her consternation upon entering the room to find the cradle empty! Of course, she was much excited. She thought there must have been another Indian near who had taken the baby. She snatched up her sunbonnet and began to run as fast as she could along the road toward town, to notify the Bishop. Then she heard someone calling. “Elizabeth, where are you going?” “I am going to give the alarm that the Indians have stolen Ann.” “Why, no, don’t you see, I have her safe here in my arms.” It was her own mother, the baby’s grandmother, who had entered through another door and had carried the baby from the heat of the room to the cool, shady side of the cabin. So the bay was safe after all. Another time two Indian braved called, decked out in feathers and war paint. They asked for bread. She gave them all she had, a small portion left over from the last baking, but it was not sufficient for their appetites. They demanded more. She showed them the dough rising in the bake pans but not quite ready for the oven. They demanded that she bake it at once because they were hungry. She refused, telling them it would spoil the bread to bake it too soon. They became very angry and drew their long knives and tested the edges, all the while conversing together in their own language. One of the motioned to Elizabeth and pointed to the baby in the cradle but the other shook his head. Elizabeth was very much frightened. She took the child into her arms and was about to run from the room but decided against it. Instead she stood still and offered up a silent prayer for Divine help. At once she became calm. She said, “Why don’t you go to some other home and ask for bread? Maybe they would have their bread baked and you could have what you need.” They looked at each other and nodded their heads. This seemed a new idea. They sheathed their knives and left, to her great relief. At this time the Civil War was raging in the eastern states and in order to avoid sending their sons to war, many parents equipped them with a team and wagon loaded with various products and sent them westward as merchants, traveling from town to town. Prices of these commodities were exceptionally high: $5.00 a pound for tea, $1.00 a yard for calico, etc. Rice, bacon, shoes and other goods sold proportionately. But by this means the Saints were able to obtain many things they had been without for a long time such as dried apples, brown sugar, raisins, currants, spices, etc. It was a very happy Christmas whenever some of these items were discovered in the children’s stockings. Early in 1863 Luther received a call from President Young to help settle the Bear Lake Country. This call was a real test of character—a challenge to his faith and integrity, for he could no longer act in the vigor of youth or young manhood. He was now 66 years old and he had a wife and two small children to care for. He was now prospering n the new home and to leave and start over would be a great sacrifice. But, as with all other missionary calls he had filled, he was soon on his way. For safety from the Indians it was decided that Elizabeth and her mother should move into town and live together, sharing the labor and expense of the home. “Luther sold his Spanish Fork property, a farm and ranch, to Stephen Markham and when he left he had $3,000 in cash, 3 yokes of oxen, 3 good wagons, well equipped and 60 or 70 head of Cattle.” (Told to us by his son, Luther Bailey Reed, our uncle.) He traveled by way of Cache Valley, helping to make roads and bridges up through the Mink Creek country and down Emigration Canyon to Liberty and Paris, Idaho where he arrived 12 May 1863. He was in the vanguard of the Charles C. rich Company. “With him were Peter Greenhalgh, N.C. Nelson, Samuel Payne, Warren Campbell, Mr. Chester and others.” (James Nelson, son of N.C. Nelson supplied this information.) The main body of the company arrived four months later, 18 September 1863. After filling required duties Luther pressed forward to Round Valley, Utah, where he built a sawmill at Big Spring and later a home at Laketown. In Spanish Fork, Elizabeth and her mother working side by side, gleaned in the wheat fields. One year the high waters flooded the grain fields, covering them with mud and saleratus and destroying much of the crops of some of the settlers. They obtained permission to glean what was left. It was a gigantic task, but with prayerful hearts they persevered, working long hours, day after day, until all was gathered. When it was threshed they were astonished at the amount produced. They sold the grain and bout some cows. They made butter and cheese that brought a good price. They were able to repay their Emigration Fund. While working at the cheese factories in Bath, England, Elizabeth’s mother had learned the process of preparing the lining of the stomach of calves and other animals to make the “rennet” used in cheese making. This no proved very useful in this western land where few such products were readily available. About this time they received word from England of the death of Ellen’s husband, John Lamborn. They decided to earn the money to bring Ellen and her family to Utah. They took in sewing, washing and ironing and sometimes did housework or caring for the sick, although the last was mostly a free will offer or neighborly kindness. The Lamborn’s sailed from London on the ship Hudson, arriving in New York 19 July 1864. They reached Wyoming, Nebraska in time to join the Warren S. Snow Company, the last one of the season going to Utah, and arrived at Salt Lake City in a blinding snowstorm 2 November, having walked all the way. Arrangements had been made for them to go at once to Spanish Fork where Elizabeth and her mother had prepared a royal welcome. What a wonderful reunion it must have been after the long separation! Ellen’s family consisted of her two sons, George Edwin and Joseph, and he daughter, Eliza Ann. The baby James had been buried at sea. In the spring of 1866 Luther returned for his family and they went to live at Laketown, Rich County, Utah. He was proud to bring them to his trim-built log cabin on the lot south of the public square. It had real glass windows, a smoothly planed floor, and the door, the window and doorframes were painted bright green. It presented quite a gay appearance, being unusual for those times, and excited much comment. About half way along the block to the east was the Reed granary. Outside, on the south side was a stairway leading up to an upper room, which was used for all ward gatherings until the old log meetinghouse, was built on the spot now occupied by the Laketown Chapel. Soon after this Luther was called to go to Bloomington, Idaho and erect a sawmill there. [In Kate B. Carter’s history of Round Valley, she states that due to Indian troubles he moved the sawmill to Bloomington.] So the property at Laketown and Big Spring was sold and the family again took up life in a new community. Luther built a mill at the mouth of Bloomington Canyon, erected a modest home near the town, and was active in church and civic affairs. With the help of his family he successfully managed his small farm and the mill that brought a modest living. He became a director and shareholder in the Bloomington Branch of the ZCMI known as the Bloomington Co-op. In the winters the children attended the town school. They all enjoyed their friends and neighbors as well as church activities and were happy and comfortable in the new location. In the spring of 1868 the Lamborn boys were called from Spanish Fork to help settle the Bear Lake Country, so Elizabeth’s mother moved with them to Laketown, Utah. They were now close enough to visit occasionally. Elizabeth and her children made the journey several times a year, sometimes walking the entire distance. These visits were very enjoyable and the families were happy to be together again. This family endured many hardships and privations during the early days in Utah and Idaho, especially in the Bear Lake Valley. Grasshoppers and crickets destroyed much of the crops in spite of watchful care and strenuous labor. The Indians claimed Bear Lake Valley as their summer camping ground and came every year by thousands and camped by the lake with hundreds of ponies that ate all the native grass. The people were forced to share their food and clothing with them. This made it doubly hard on the settlers. After the treaty obtained by President Young, other lands were reserved for the Indians and they came no more in great numbers except when passing through. During this scarcity of food many people were compelled to live on potatoes and fish (suckers from the lake) for months at a time. The lack of nutritious food caused much illness. Late in the fall of 1870 Elizabeth’s mother, Ann Smith Bailey, became ill and passed away 19 December. She was the second person buried in Laketown Cemetery. Her death was a severe shock to Elizabeth and her family. They had been so very close through all the years. A few months later she was called upon to part with her husband. He died of pneumonia 23 April 1871, age 74, on their fourteenth wedding anniversary. After a late snowstorm while cleaning the ice from the drive-wheel, he had accidentally fallen into the millrace. He climbed to safety but had to walk to his home in his wet clothing, which resulted in his untimely death. He was one of the first to be buried in Bloomington Cemetery. Elizabeth placed a large flat white stone at his grave and this remained there until 1947 (76 years), when his grandchildren replaced it with a personalized marker of gray granite. His death was considered untimely as he was an active and vigorous worker and carried his age well. Although advanced in years, he was well preserved physically being still robust of body and alert of mind, having the regular routine of a rugged pioneer life. It seemed to Elizabeth he was called away just when the family needed him most, as the children were growing up. Their son Luther was now thirteen and in need of a father’s counsel and direction. He was too young to take charge of the mill so the property had to be sold. Elizabeth found it necessary to go out sewing to earn a living. Being an accomplished seamstress, her work was in constant demand. Therefore, she was gone from home most of the time. The names of some of those she sewed for were: Haddock, Penman, Long, Patterson, Hulme, Osmond, Hart, Nelson, Thornock Greenhalgh, Stevens, Payne, Strickland, and Dunford. We remember hearing mother tell about a beautiful black dress her mother made for Sister Penman that was much admired and became “the talk of the town.” We also remember seeing (and wearing) a little white dress mother still had in her possession, that her mother had made for her when she was a small girl of eight or nine years. It was made of very fine white Nainsook, with full skirt and medium-full sleeves. It was prettily trimmed with dainty embroidery insertion. There were several rows down the front of the waist alternating with clusters of small tucks. The insertion was also set in at the waist for a belt, for a collar at the neck and on the sleeves for cuffs. The gathers were placed precisely even, the stitches so tiny as to be almost invisible and the buttonholes perfection itself. We remember holding this little dress in our hands and examining it when grown girls, and pronouncing it a work of art, and marveling at the workmanship. We decided the craftsmanship could not be duplicated on any sewing machine we had ever known. As the mother was away so much, daughter Ann, now eleven, learned to keep house and prepare the meals. The children cared for the garden and the cows, in summer taking them to and from the pasture on the hillsides and in the canyons, and doing the milking. They brought home fish and watercress from the creek and wild berries to help out with the food. When Luther was older he also brought in wild game. After five or six years of this constant application with her needle, Elizabeth’s eyesight began to fail and she could no longer continue her work. Therefore, Ann went out doing housework, washing and ironing, etc., to help with the family finances. Often when out on the hills and in the canyon after the cows, Ann met Indians on their way down to the town, but as most of them were friendly she was not afraid of them. She learned many Indian words and could talk with them, after a fashion. One young Indian boy always stopped to talk and offer her a ride on his pony but she always refused. One day he called at the Reed home and asked Elizabeth’s permission to marry Ann. It happened that Ann was not at home at the time. He brought a beautiful bead necklace as a present for her. He said he was a great chief’s son and some day he would be at the head of his tribe. (I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten the name.) Elizabeth explained that she could not accept the gift and she would never give her consent for Ann to be his wife. She could never let her daughter marry an Indian. He went away quite crestfallen, leaving the necklace for Ann. They hoped he might change his mind and return for it, but he never did. (She did keep the necklace for many years. We remember seeing fragments of it when we were small girls, and asked questions about it. That is how we came to know this story.) After this event, Elizabeth was afraid to let Ann go into the canyon after the cows, lest something happen to her. They endured much anxiety. Luther was not always at home to do the chores. Elizabeth decided that the best solution to their problem was to move from this locality. Therefore, in 1876 they moved to Laketown, Utah to be near her sister Ellen Lamborn and her family. The Lamborn boys now had comfortable homes and prosperous farms. The Reeds had sold their home at Bloomington to a Mr. Strickland, a schoolteacher, and were able to have a log cabin erected on the hillside east of the William Lamborn home where her mother used to live, and only a short distance from the place where she was buried. Ann and Luther were popular in the ward auxiliary organizations, dances, and recreation with the young people. Ann was married in the Salt Lake City Endowment House 26 September 1878 to Isaac Thomas Price, an estimable young man of the community, and they went to live in his well equipped two-room log home in Round Valley. Elizabeth missed her daughter’s help and companionship, and although they visited her often, it was hard for her to keep house alone. She suffered greatly with asthma and in the summertime she was sorely afflicted. After about a year and a half she became too ill to care for herself and Luther; so Isaac and Ann took them both into their home and she was tenderly cared for during the remainder of her life. She improved for a time and helped to care for Ann’s little daughter, Alice Annie, who was born 15 November 1879. She was company for Ann while Isaac was away in the canyons for wood and timber for building purposes, and out on hunting trips for game. But she grew steadily weaker and more delicate. Ann’s second daughter arrived 23 December 1881 and was named Elizabeth Ellen (after the two living grandmothers.) This child, being premature, needed almost constant care. Elizabeth was happy to hold her namesake in her arms and minister to her needs. As summer again arrived Ann could see that her mother was failing fast. She passed away 26 June 1882 at her daughter’s home in Round Valley at the age of 59 years. She was buried near her mother in Laketown Cemetery. As we review the life story of our grandmother we can raise our hearts in grateful praise to our Father in Heaven for the many estimable qualities and virtues of this fine woman whose heritage we humbly bear. Some of these attributes are: honesty, humility, steadfastness, courage, loyalty, modesty, patience, forgiveness, faithfulness, and a praiseworthy example. All things she bore that we might have today the blessings of prosperity and the Gospel light in this chosen land! It is our regret she was called away at such an early age, thus depriving her grandchildren of the joy of personal contact with her and the benefit of her wisdom and experience. What a privilege and blessing it is for us to honor her by writing this story, and to contemplate that through us, if we are worthy, present and future generations shall “rise up and call her blessed!” Dear Grandmother fair, of the long ago, Who worked and planned that we might know The glory of the Gospel truth, And share its blessings in our youth. Your sacrifices are not all in vain. We honor your memory, bless your name, And cherish our heritage, priceless and dear— The gift of life, with loved ones near. Our pleasant homes in this goodly land, With freedom, peace and abundance at hand, Learning, enhanced by the Gospel light, The right to progress with all our might. We, our gratitude tender, as these gifts accrue— Veneration, honor and praise to you. Such wisdom, foresight and love expand Sublime assurance of God’s ruling hand. Ever seeking, building, conquering, through the busy years, Achieving, planning, pressing on, we too, are Pioneers, Striving to keep the inner light you set aglow Dear steadfast Grandmother, of long ago. She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms. She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night. She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff. She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; year, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy. Proverbs 31 30-31.

SUPPLEMENTARY MATERIAL TO THE LUTHER BAILEY REED HISTORY "MY FATHER" by AMY KEARL REED As a History has already been written about my Father, I will try to tell mostly of our home life and my association with him. As a child he was taught to pay tithing and after 12 years of age, up through the years to the time of his death, he was known as a full tithe payer, often paying more than a tenth. Almost all of his adult life was spent at Laketown. As a young man he participated in all the church and social activities of the community, especially the plays put on by the Dramatic Club, in which he usually portrayed the part of the villain. He played in the first Laketown Brass Band got up by his best friend, Joseph Robinson for July 24, 1889 - 90. Dad always gave a helping hand wherever it was needed. He helped other farmers with their planting and harvesting of crops besides doing his own. No one was ever turned away from our door without a meal or a handout of some kind. In the summers he raised an abundance of fine raspberries and currants—oh, those Native currants, which were always on demand. Dad was always kind and hospitable to old and young. He believed in discipline in the home. He insisted on strict obedience, then used the rule, "Spoil the strap and save the child. " Dad, Mother and I used to attend our Sunday School, Church and Mutual Meetings together, very seldom missing our Sabbath meetings unless one of us was seriously sick or too lamed to go. We loved going to Church. On the 4th of June 1927, Father decided to go to Randolph to see about his taxes. He rode over with Heber Robinson. While there he suffered three serious strokes and was carried into Dr. Reay's place. At that time not much was known about strokes. His friends brought him home. He was bedfast for months. But with the wonderful nursing of Mother and Louis, they finally had him so he could sit up in a rocker. Dad had what it takes, and came through gracefully. He lived for 8 more years, gaining the use of his feet so he could walk. He still paid tithing and attended to all his business. In summers he would hold the hose and water the flowers. He helped Mother weed the gardens by holding the hoe in his other hand. It took courage and prayed Dad read the Bible often, hoping it would influence us. Times were not always the best, but both mother and Dad were good managers and we got along somehow. When Dad was able to walk he still went to his meetings, Priesthood and Church. He carried in wood. I have a snap shot of Dad's woodpiles. He was proud of those. It was during these years that he wrote his Funeral Sermon (added later). At the time of his death many people were in and out and his papers were misplaced; so it was not read at his funeral. (It is very valuable because of the wonderful testimony it contains.) During Dad's last years I believe we were close to God, as I think-we were helped many times through Divine power. Dad was pleasant to be with. In his last years he was calm and unhurried and he could see beauty in everything about him, the flowers, trees, birds, butterflies, our pets, his family. As he always said, Mother was the most beautiful and sweetest woman in the world. Louis had remained at home until Dad could walk about by his cane, and now the boys both were home off and on. I think our family ties were strong and beautiful. Mother had taken over the milking of the cows until she met with a serious accident. (See History of Priscilla Margaret Kearl Reed.) When Mother was able to be up and around again Dad sold his cows to Willard Peart of Randolph. He said he did not want Mother hurt again. The day he sold his cows he sat in our town's Post Office and cried "like a baby." The Post Master, Bro. Joseph Irwin, told me so. Then Dad sold his hay land and meadows in Round Valley. It was winter and the snow was piled deeply everywhere. Dad was fairly anticipating the Old Folks Party to be held on ; the 17th of March which he always attended with much favor. When one morning Dad was joking and laughing more than usual, he turned to Mother and said, "You know, Mother, I've never known you to be so beautiful." Then he suffered his last 3 strokes and died February 25, 1933. Although the snow was so deep, the funeral was well attended. Many beautiful flowers were sent. ^ A FUNERAL SERMON DAD WROTE My Brethren and Sisters, you have met to pay your last respects to me, and to render the last duty in favor of me, you can in this life, by putting my body in the grave to await the Resurrection Day, I know that my Redeemer lives. I know the Lord is merciful as He has shown me mercy all through life. When I arise from the grave I expect to know more about the plans and the place we came from, and to understand and to make greater advancement that I have done in this life, by being obedient to the Gospel. Oh, if we could be obedient and have the desire to serve the Lord while young and growing, we could save ourselves in this life, for it is only through disobedience that we have trials and sorrow. Our Father which art in Heaven desires his children to be happy, but we won't listen to the Holy Ghost, for if we were obedient as we should be, through the Holy Ghost we could commune and talk with our Heavenly Father. I want to ask all my young brothers to honor the Priesthood and keep it holy, as it is impossible to enter the Heavenly Kingdom without the Priesthood. This is my testimony to all the world, that only through Jesus our Redeemer will we ever be redeemed from the dead and brought back to His Holy Presence. I have been a slothful student and did not learn the lessons I could have learned. I believe this life is a school to fit and qualify us for greater things in the hereafter. All blessings are promised us on the conditions that we are willing to serve the Lord and keep His commandments; to be blessed and confirmed members of the Church of Jesus Christ, baptism, repentance, prayer and faith are essential for our salvation. Blessed are the peacemakers for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven. Only through Jesus Christ, our Redeemer, can we be saved. Amen. Father was humble, honest and good. I believe I can sum the whole text of Dad's testimony up in the following words: His whole aim in life was seeking the spiritual development rather than physical enjoyment or the acquisition of wealth, for "he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap everlasting life. " — Amy Kearl Reed. Obituary — LAKETOWN PIONEER PASSES BEYOND Luther B. Reed, highly respected citizen of Laketown, died Saturday, Feb. 25, 1933. He was born Feb. 10, 1858, at Tooele, Utah, and moved to Laketown with his parents when a young man and has lived in Laketown the rest of his life. He married Priscilla Kearl Sept, 16, 1903, in the Logan Temple. He was the father of three children, Jesse L., Louis A., and Amy Kearl. He is survived by them and his wife, Priscilla Reed. Funeral services were held in Laketown Wednesday at 12 o'clock as follows: The Choir sang, "O Lord, Responsive to Thy Call. " Prayer by Delmas Kearl. Choir, "Who are These Arrayed in White. " The speakers were W. J. Lamborn, Joseph C. Robinson, Alfred Kearl and Bp. Geo, H. Robinson. The following musical numbers were rendered: Ladies Trio, "O My Father, " Norma & Florence Wilh's and Areatha Kearl. Male Quartette, "Sweet Hour of Prayer, " Albert Weston, Heber C. Robinson, Ernest Irwin and Oliver Wahlstrom. Duet, "I Know That My Redeemer Lives, " Ernest Irwin and Pearl Alley. Benediction was offered by John H. Weston. Interment was made in Laketown Cemetery. "Rest for the Weary Soul, " was sung at the graveside, the grave being dedicated by Ray Lamborn. "The Reaper" (Newspaper) joins with the many friends and relatives of Luther B. Reed in extending sympathy to the bereaved family. MY PARENTS AND CHILDHOOD HOME By Louis Ashley Reed Father and Mother were married Sept. 16, 1903, by Apostle Mariner W. Merrill in the Logan Temple. They made the trip in a white topped buggy pulled by Ben and Bunny, a bay team hiy father owned. They were accompanied by his sister Ann. They took their own food, feed for the horses, and other necessities and camped in the Tithing Office lot near the Temple, which was then available. The trip lasted about a week. Upon their return the Price family gave them a splendid party, which also celebrated the 25th Wedding Anniversary of his sister Ann to Isaac Thomas Price, who was then Bishop of Round Valley Ward. Father and mother settled in Round Valley, making their home in the house father had built many years before. They found it quite comfortable and convenient and father could work his farm and make a splendid garden. My mother, rather large of stature, had dark eyes and dark hair. She had very little schooling as a young girl. She milked cows, helped with the farm work and endured many hardships. Now she found time to use her talents, which seemed to be raising flowers, sewing and fine handwork. She raised and cared for many attractive houseplants and also helped to beautify the home inside and out. Her handwork was beautiful. So were the many quilts she made, all sewed by hand, pieced together with tiny little stitches. Everyone agreed they were a work of art. Their first child, Jesse Luther, was born July 5, 1904, weighing only 3 pounds. He was so small my mother carried him on a pillow to keep from losing him. While a small baby he contracted pneumonia. Through the strong faith that my parents had, along with the Priesthood my father held, he got well and grew to be a strong, healthy man. He married Irene Peterson, daughter of Augustus Heber Peterson and Ellen Ulela Oleson, from St. Charles, Idaho, Feb. 3, 1937. Then they were blessed with a daughter, Amy Kearl Reed, born April 19, 1907, who like her mother was one of many talents in raising flowers, painting, writing, etc. She painted the story of "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" on a quilt that has had many compliments from our North Weber Stake Relief Society and the 10th Ward in Ogden. I have the quilt in my possession. It was given to me as a wedding present and I value it highly. The third child in my father's family was Louis Ashley Reed, (myself) born June 23, 1909. I was named after my uncle Dr. George Ashley, a close friend of the family. He was married to my aunt Mary Jane Kearl the same day my parents were married. I was called into the service of our Country Nov. 2, 1942, and received an honorable discharge April 6, 1944. I married Matilda Aim Hayes Oct. 6, 1949, in Evanston, Wyoming. Bishop Joseph W. Harris performing the ceremony. Matilda is the daughter of Walter Carlin Hayes and Matilda Potter. During my later years I have worked mostly for contractors. I helped to build the Logan Canyon Highway and the Blacksmith Fork Highway. My father was a farmer. He and Uncle Heber C. Robinson and Joseph Robinson bought a haystacker and pushrakes. They worked together putting up hay. After moving to Laketown he was able to have better irrigation and his garden and small fruits could not be surpassed. He took great pride in raising raspberries. People came from far away towns to buy those "wonder tasting" berries. His fine native currants were much in demand, too. Father was "Water Master" in Lake-town for many years. He also acted as janitor for the Laketown school. Through my growing-up years,, wood was used mostly for fuel and father always kept plenty on hand. He hauled many loads of fire wood from the canyons for himself and others, with the help of his two sons, by brother Jesse and myself. He taught us how to swing an ax and fall the timber. At home the wood was sawed into blocks and then split into wedges to fit into the kitchen stove. Then piled up for future use. After June 1927, when he was stricken with a stroke he could no longer carry forward with his farm work or gardening and he was forced to sell his hayland and cows to pay for improvements on his home. He was an honest tithe payer and was always active in his Priesthood. He taught his family the Gospel and they lived it in their home. He died Feb. 25, 1933, in Laketown and was buried in Laketown Cemetery. My mother and my sister Amy lived in the home for years afterward. Jesse and I were out of town working and came home only occasionally, when we could. Mother died Dec. 28, 1946, and was also buried in Laketown Cemetery.

ELIZABETH SOPHIA BAILEY REED Elizabeth Sophia Bailey Reed was born 22 July 1823 at Halifax Nova Scotia, Canada. Her father Joseph Brown Bailey was a tailor by trade, but being conscripted into the Royal Army, was transferred with his regiment so that the family crossed the ocean several times. Elizabeth spent most of her growing up years in Bath, England. She finished her schooling at age 14. She found work in a bookshop. She loved to read and became acquainted with the good books at the shop and was a great service to the customers because of her wide knowledge of good literature. She kept company with a fine young man, but one of her brothers, George B. [Brown] did not like him, calling him a ne'er-do-well. So to keep peace in the family they met elsewhere instead of her home. The missionaries brought the gospel message, and the family joined the church. Elizabeth was baptized 6 August 1854 and the family decided to go to Utah. George B. was to go first, find a job and help the others come later. Before Elizabeth left England her sweetheart came to bid her goodbye. He begged her to give up her journey and stay in England so they could be married. He promised to investigate her religion. She felt that it took more than a promise to learn of the Gospel. She felt he had had ample time and opportunity to learn about the church and unless he made and effort and gained a testimony he could never understand what was in her heart. So they parted sadly and promised to write to each other. They reached Utah in Oct. 1855. George B. had settled in Mill Creek and had a teaching job in the school, so Elizabeth and her mother settled in a dug out by him and his family. The winter was severe. They had little food but survived the winter and welcomed the beautiful spring. Among the new friends they made in Mill Creek were Luther and Claresia [Clarissa Caulkins Reed] Reed. In December Claresia became very ill. Elizabeth and her mother, Ann, assisted in caring for Claresia. Everything was done they could do but she died in Feb.1857. The two women were most compassionate and helped Luther with his meals and other kind acts. Luther received a call from President Brigham Young to go to Tooele and establish a sawmill. Before leaving he surprised Elizabeth by asking her to become his wife. She was dismayed. What of her sweetheart in England? She had written two letters and sent them to Salt Lake with George B. who traveled to Salt Lake nearly every week. But she had never heard from the man she loved. Claresia had been dead only two months. Her brother encouraged her to marry Luther and after much prayer and contemplation she decided to accept his offer. She knew Luther was a fine man and seemed hale and hearty, although he was no longer young-60 years. They were married 23 April 1857 by B. Ruben Miller and left at once for Tooele. They established the mill and everything seemed to go well. The future looked bright and they were looking forward to the birth of their first child. Before leaving Mill Creek and after the wedding ceremony George B. presented her with a small well-wrapped package, saying, "I have a surprise gift for you. Promise me you won't open it until you are alone." She thanked him kindly, thinking he had thought of her need for a trousseau; since the marriage had been so hurriedly prepared no trousseau had been provided. She hoped he was providing means for a few extra much needed clothing items. One day while Luther was at the mill she decided to open the package and use the money for things for the coming child. Imagine her surprise there were four letters, the two she had written and two from her sweetheart in England. The first letter from him was one big question mark. The second letter, a happy note saying he had investigated the church and had joined it and wanted to come to Utah and marry her. Why had she not written? This revelation was a severe shock and she was utterly prostrated for a few days. Luther attributed her illness to her condition and was most loving and helpful. She was overcome with grief, resentment, confusion and frustration. This was her own brother. She could tell no one. Her own brother had done this to her. He had not posted her letters and had kept his from her thus parting them forever. Now she was married to another man and was to become a mother. As she looked back at her marriage, that too was his instigation and for the first time in her life she was separated from her mother. How she longed for her mother's wise council. She knew she was being tried and recognized it as a test of character. With fasting, faith and prayer she emerged victorious. With forgiveness in her heart she was able to bring to her home a quiet dignity, which might never have been realized without this distressing experience. Her little son was born 10 Feb. 1858. With the coming of Johnson's Army the Reeds were called to go to Goshen to assist the women and children. On their way back to Tooele the Reeds and the Baileys stopped in Spanish Fork and decided to remain. So they sold their property in Tooele and Mill Creek. Elizabeth and her mother, Ann were both happy to live side by side in cabins on farms 4 miles out of town. The greatest drawback was the hostile Indians. But they obeyed Brigham Young's "It is better to feed the Indians than to fight them." They never had any serious trouble but had to be on constant 24 hour alert to protect their animals from being stolen. Elizabeth learned to make candles and to take the wool from their few sheep and turn it into clothing for the family. On 29 March 1860 Ann Maria (Pearl's grandmother) was born. Early in 1863 Luther received a call from Brigham Young to help settle the Bear Lake country. This was a great challenge to his faith and character. He was 66 with a wife and two small children and he was prospering. To leave this and start over in a new country was a great sacrifice. For safety's sake he moved Elizabeth and her mother to town until he could be settled in Bear Lake. He traveled by way of Cache Valley and with the pioneer company helped make roads and bridges through Mink Creek and down Emigration canyon to Liberty and Paris where he arrived 12 May 1863. After fulfilling his obligation to the pioneer company he moved to Round Valley, Utah and built a sawmill at Big Springs and later a very nice home in Laketown. This was a two-story house with glass windows and solid wood floors. The outside stairs to the second story was used by the people who attended church services until a chapel could be built. In the spring of 1866,after three years of separation, Luther brought his family to live in Laketown. But their stay was short lived as they were called to go to Bloomington to set up a sawmill. So he sold his property in Laketown and Big Springs and took up life in a new community. Luther built a sawmill at the mouth of Bloomington canyon and a modest house near town. Many hardships and privations were endured by the settlers of Bear Lake; grasshoppers, and crickets destroyed much of their crops despite all they could do. The Indians claimed Bear Lake as their summer home and each year they came by the thousands to camp around the lake. Their ponies ate all the native grass and the settlers had to share their food and clothing with the Indians until Brigham Young was able to secure a treaty to move the Indians to other places for their summer retreats. During this food scarcity many people had to live on potatoes and suckers from the lake. Lack of nutritious food caused much illness. Late in the fall of 1870 Elizabeth's mother Ann Smith Bailey became ill and passed away 19 Dec. 1870. A few months later Elizabeth was called to part with her husband. He died of pneumonia 23 April 1871 (at the age of 74) on their wedding anniversary. After a late snowstorm, while cleaning the ice from the drive-wheel he accidentally fell into the millrace. He climbed to safety but had to walk home in wet clothing, which resulted in his untimely death. Elizabeth placed a large, flat white stone at his grave, which remained for 76 years until his grandchildren replaced it with a personalized marker of gray granite. Elizabeth was a gifted seamstress and for several years made her living by sewing for others. But her eyesight failed so she had to do housework and take in washing to make a living. She moved with her two children to Round Valley to be near relatives. Her daughter Ann (Pearl's grandmother) was married in the Salt Lake Endowment House 26 Sept 1878 to Isaac Thomas Price. They had a comfortable two room log home in Round valley. As Elizabeth's health failed so she could no longer care for herself she went to live with Ann and Isaac. She lived long enough to care for Ann's little daughter Alice Annie. Ann's second daughter arrived 23 Dec 1881 and was named Elizabeth Ellen after her two living grandmothers. Elizabeth died 26 June 1882 at the age of 59. She was buried in Laketown near her mother.

24 June 1749- Lexington, Massachusetts, Nathaniel Reed is born. 16 January 1772- Bedford, Massachusetts, Marries Elizabeth Hepsibah Bateman. 1775-78- Revolutionary War Rolls, Nathaniel Reed is listed. 11 August 1797- New Hampshire, Luther Reed is born. 1800 Census- Lexington, Massachusetts, Census recorded location of Reed family. 24 August 1822- Concord, Massachusetts, Elizabeth Hepsibah Bateman Reed dies. 20 November 1825- New Port, New Hampshire, Luther marries Charity Buell. 1827- New Hampshire, Daughter, Charity is born (dies in infancy.) 1830- New Hampshire, Daughter, Elizabeth is born (dies in infancy.) 1831- New Hampshire, Daughter, Lucy is born, (dies in infancy.) 1840 Census- Merrimack,Hillsborough, NH. Luther, living with wife (Charity) and 3 girls under the age of 5. 7 Nov 1841- Peterborough, Hillsborough, NH, Luther is baptized into the LDS Church by Eli P. Maginn and moves to Nauvoo. Helped build the temple. July-Oct 1843- Nauvoo, Illinois, Luther is recorded as being a 2nd Lieutenant in Nauvoo Legion. 30 January 1844- Nauvoo, Illinois, Received Patriarchal Blessing from Hyrum Smith. 27 June 1844- Carthage, Illinois, Joseph and Hyrum Smith are murdered. 31 August 1845- Nauvoo, Illinois, Ordained into the 30th Quorum of the 70. 29 January 1846- Nauvoo, Illinois, Endowed in the Nauvoo Temple along with Charity. 31 January 1846- Nauvoo, Illinois, Sealed to Charity in the Nauvoo Temple. 1846-47- Nauvoo, Illinois, Saints are forced to leave Nauvoo. 3 December 1849- Charity dies (location unknown.) 1850 Census- Luther is widowed, living with his nephew, Horace Reed, in Farmington, IL, which is about 85 miles east of Nauvoo. 28 May 1851- Council Bluffs, Iowa. Married Clarissa Caulkins/Calkins. 1851-52- Council Bluffs, Iowa, Ordained a High Priest. 2 May 1852- Council Bluffs, Iowa, Leaves, with Clarissa and another unnamed man (possibly John Grover) to come west in the Henry W. Miller company under the direction of Jonathan Browning. 14 August 1852- Salt Lake City, Utah, Arrives in Utah. 1852-1857- Millcreek, Utah, Settles and lives in Millcreek area. Builds home, mills with Archibald Gardner. 4 Feb 1857- Millcreek, Utah, Clarissa dies. 23 April 1857- Millcreek, Utah, Marries spinster, Elizabeth Sophia Bailey. Spring, 1857- Tooele, Utah, Settles in Tooele and builds a mill. 10 Feb 1858- Tooele, Utah, Son, Luther Bailey Reed is born. 1 March 1858- Goshen, Utah, News of Johnston's Army forces them to move south to Goshen- they take with them Ann Smith Bailey, Elizabeth's mother. July 1858- Spanish Fork, Utah, Moved to Spanish Fork along with extended Bailey family. Builds homes for family members and a mill 4 miles outside of town, near the river. 23 March 1860- Spanish Fork, Utah, Daughter Ann Maria Reed is born. 1860 Census- Spanish Fork, Utah, living with wife Elizabeth, son Luther, daughter Ann, Ann Bailey, Reuben Bailey and William Lamborn. Spring 1863- Bear Lake Valley, Brigham Young calls Luther to help colonize the Bear Lake Valley with apostle, Charles C. Rich. May 1863- Round Valley, Utah, Luther arrives and surveys the area. Builds mill and home in nearby Laketown. Sends for his family to join him. By 1868- Bloomington, Idaho, Due to Indian trouble, Luther is sent by Church leaders to settle the Bloomington area. Builds a mill and home and becomes active in the community. 1870 Census- Bloomington, Bear Lake, Idaho, lives with wife Elizabeth and children, Luther and Ann. 1870- Laketown, Utah, Mother-in-law, Ann Smith Bailey dies. 23 April 1871- Bloomington, Idaho, Luther Reed dies after developing pneumonia due to a fall into an icy millrace. Buried in the Bloomington Cemetery. 1876- Reed family moved back to Laketown so Elizabeth could be closer to the Bailey family.