Mary Pugh

10 Nov 1822 - 5 Jan 1905

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Life Story of Mary Pugh 'A Patriot and Saint in Petticoats' Mary Pugh, the daughter of Mary Bailey, born at Earldisland, England, and Edward Pugh, born at Bireley, England, was born 10 November 1821 at Dilwyn Commons, Hereford, England. I was a twin, but my sister, Elizabeth, only lived a day or two
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200-250 N St
Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah
United States
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Contributor: jeanniebug Created: 9 months ago Updated: 9 months ago

Life Story of Mary Pugh "A Patriot and Saint in Petticoats" Mary Pugh, the daughter of Mary Bailey, born at Earldisland, England, and Edward Pugh, born at Bireley, England, was born 10 November 1821 at Dilwyn Commons, Hereford, England. I was a twin, but my sister, Elizabeth, only lived a day or two. A brother, Edward Pugh, was born 28 May 1824 at Bireley, Hers., England. Grandfather David Pugh was born at Bireley, England and Grandmother Ann Compton was born at Dilwyn Commons, Essex, England. My father was a mason by trade, but also spent part of his time as a farmer. We had a lovely home surrounded by beautiful flowers, lawns, shrubs and trees. Being an only daughter, I was loved dearly. I first went to school at Dilwyn Commons and later attended Earldisland School. I also went to a private school at Haven Dilwyn. I was taught dressmaking and tailoring by a private governess, and became very expert at sewing. I was fortunate to have such a good education and training. My life was such a happy one of ease and comfort in my nice home. Then one night I chanced to go to a meeting. There I heard a new message preached by two missionaries from America. They said they represented "The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints," also called Mormons. And when I heard their words, I knew then that it was the truth. My parents were very upset about me attending these meetings, but as I enjoyed hearing all about this new religion so sincerely, they let me go. The more I heard, the more I felt that this was the truth. Then an overpowering desire to join this church became so strong that, at the risk of losing all my earthly comforts and leaving my kind parents and home, I knew that I must do this. So I was baptized at Stretford and began secretly making plans to leave with the other Saints for America and the land of Zion. Letting my parents believe that I was going to visit my two aunts in a distant town, I packed my bags; kissed Mother and Father for the last time on this earth, and said a sad goodbye. I was just twenty-one years old when I left for America and when I arrived at Nauvoo, Illinois, in 1842. I was without relatives or any acquaintances and I did not have a cent of money to my name. "But I knew that these people were my people and their God my God." I felt perfectly at home with the Saints and whenever I was sick, I was always cared for and comforted. Here in Nauvoo I had the privilege of hearing the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother, Hyrum, preach the truth with others. So I embraced the divine command, and some time later of my own free will and choice I entered into plural marriage. The man that I would later meet was John Scott. He was born in Armagh, Ireland, on the 6 May 1811. He and his parents, the Jacob Scott family, immigrated to Canada in 1819. They lived at Ontario at first, later moving to Trafalgar, Canada. Here the Mormon elders found them and gave them the message and the parents and all eight children, some married, were converted and baptized. John Scott had married Elizabeth Menery and they had one son. Then the entire Scott family became anxious to join the main body of Saints. They moved to Far West, Missouri, in September 1838, just in time to get in all the terrible persecutions of that time. Then in 1839 John was called with some of the Twelve Apostles to go to England on a mission. He left wife Elizabeth and a son of two years and a year old baby. The Scott family in 1839 left Far West and settled about five miles above Nauvoo, living near the Mississippi River. Jacob Scott was also called to go on a mission in a revelation given to Joseph Smith at Kirtland. It is recorded in the Doctrine and Covenants, section 52, verse 28. But the fondest wish of the Jacob Scott's was not granted - that they might reach Zion. Sarah Warnock Scott died at the age of 62, the 9th of August, 1840, and Jacob died at age 63, January, 1845, and both are buried at Nauvoo. And of the entire Scott family who left Canada for the gospel, only Elizabeth, John Scott and his wives, Mary and Sarah, and children, made the trip across the plains to reach Zion. When John Scott returned from his mission he heard and accepted the "Doctrine and Revelation on Plural Marriage." I was twenty-four years old when I met him; he later asked me to be his second wife. We were endowed 18 December 1845 and sealed 23 January 1846. Later John married twenty-one year old Sarah Ann Willis as his third wife. John was very industrious and working hard to prepare for the trip across the plains. He also made shoes and mended them for his family. While waiting to leave for Zion, I washed and ironed the temple clothes in the basement of the Nauvoo Temple. John Scott was a very prominent man in military affairs in the early days. He held the rank of colonel and was in the First Regiment of the Nauvoo Legion. He was also a body guard of the Prophet Joseph Smith and he was one of his best loyal and true friends. He was so dependable, and when the Prophet Joseph and Hyrum were martyred, John went with others to bring their bodies back to Nauvoo. The mob thought that now they had put an end to the Mormons by killing their leader, but little did they know that there was in reserve another man of God to continue the work and build up the kingdom that will endure forever. At the public burial, only sand was in the caskets as they were deposited in the grave. Later John helped when they were laid to rest at the rear of the home where Joseph Smith had lived. I, Mary Scott, heard and saw the sham trial of Joseph and Hyrum Smith. I saw some of the guilty men pointed out. Some of them were trying to whittle sticks, but their hands trembled so much that they made little progress. The reason that I was there - I accompanied the young woman who gave her testimony against the murderers. She lived in Warsaw at the time at the hotel, and saw the mob that had tried to wash the black off their faces there, and then ate their supper at the hotel. So she got a good look at them and was able to point them out. But the guilty were not brought to justice. Their crimes were just winked at. They were allowed to rob us of our homes, and widows and children were turned out of their homes sick and shaking with the ague. They were driven to the banks of the river to starve and die. They had no mercy on young or old. After the Prophet Joseph's death, there was great worry and confusion about who should be the president of the Church. John, Elizabeth, Sarah and I went to the meeting. It was held in the bowery to decide this. We all bore testimonies of the transfiguration of Brigham Young. While he was speaking, he seemed to have the voice of the Prophet Joseph Smith. We also saw the form of Joseph Smith before us. So there was no doubt in our hearts and minds from then on as to who should be our leader. The Scott family knew unitedly that Brigham Young was the right man in the right place. In 1846 the companies were being organized to start for the Rocky Mountains. March the first were told to be ready to start at noon. We reached the Missouri River about the middle of June. Then they called for six hundred men to go to Mexico to fight. They thought that by taking all those men the Mormons would be wiped out of existence. Men were selected and, by the middle of July, the Mormon Battalion march began. All plans were now abandoned to leave this year. We went to Winter Quarters, now called Florence. John was called on a special mission to stay one more year and help prepare all for the trip. Finally on May 30, 1848, John Scott and family started in Heber Kimball's company. John was captain over ten wagons. His company included 662 people, 226 wagons, 150 loose cattle, 25 mules, 737 oxen, 57 horses, 299 chickens, 96 pigs, 52 dogs, 17 cats, 3 hives of bees, 3 doves and 1 squirrel. Rules of a camp: each had a captain, a captain of the guard, a chaplain and a clerk. All names were enrolled. 1. Noise and confusion will not be allowed after 8:00 p.m. 2. Camp will be called by trumpet for prayer meeting morning and night. 3. Arise at 4:30 a.m.; assemble for prayer at 5:30 a.m. 4. Card playing will not be allowed. 5. Dogs must be tied up at night. 6. Profane language will not be tolerated. 7. Each man will help drive the cattle. 8. Rate of travel for oxen, 3 miles an hour. (The corral made by wagons will not be broken until all the cattle have been yoked). John's responsibility for ten wagons made it difficult at times to help his own families. Elizabeth in one wagon had sons 4 and 6 and 11, daughters 8 and 10, and a new baby too. Mary had a son 22 months old and Sarah, 23 years old, had a son 11 months in her arms. Yet here we two women who had been raised in luxury are bravely trying to drive a mule team across the plains holding our babies. We take turns driving. You can just imagine us three women climbing in and out over wagon wheels to cook on the campfire and wash clothes. We sleep in our camp wagons or on the ground along the swampy river bottoms. John helped a lot before leaving, going among non-Mormons and asking for clothes, bedding and money for those who had everything in the world taken from them. He also converted three people to our gospel. I am now 27 years old and trying hard to be a good wife. We cook in a camp kettle; it is an iron pot with three legs. It had a heavy lid and could be set right on the beds of coals and biscuits, cornbread or cake could be put in, and then a shovel full of coals was put on top to bake them. Some who had no kettles cooked on hot rocks to do their baking. Some of our meals were just broiled meat and bread. Other times all we had to eat was water gruel (a very thin mush). One wedding dinner on the plains consisted of fresh bread baked in a skillet, fresh butter and a piece of meat. Milk and cream could be placed in a churn in the morning, and by night you could have a pat of butter by the jolting wagon over rough trails. An English immigrant whose sense of smell had left him due to age, was one day hungrily out looking for food, found a strange animal and killed it. (It was furry and black and white). He skinned it and proudly brought it to camp - a skunk - and to his amazement everyone fled as he approached and for some days he was an outcast. Our daily exertions made hunger a constant companion. The quantity of food was limited and meals were usually scant. At other times fish was caught in streams and ducks, geese, turkeys, and prairie chickens were shot. The men hunted for buffalo, elk and deer, and these added to our daily diet. Pig weeds, thistles, and other greens were gathered at times and cooked to add variety, and sometimes if several buffalos were shot, the Saints would stop over for a day or two and we cut the meat in strips. This we dried for future meals. In some places an abundance of wild red and black currants and sometimes gooseberries were gratefully gleaned. Some of the children, while walking wore a bag and picked up buffalo chips and sticks to make fires for the evening meals. As soon as we camped, everyone tried to share in the labors. Some carried water and gathered wood for fires. Big high sagebrush was used, and in timber country we burned wood. But all was not desolation on the long journey. We enjoyed the smell of the pretty wild roses. At some places beautiful wild flowers of all hues could be seen, and we enjoyed the singing of the birds. Young girls tended weary babies until they could be fed and put to sleep. After prayers the camp retired for the night with campfires burning and the lights of lanterns in the wagons, the lowing of the cattle, bleating of the sheep, mingled with the neighing of the horses in the corrals made by the wagons. The howling of coyote and wolves on distant hills and prairies mingled with the half hour cry of the faithful guards, "All is well, all is well,"[could be heard]. Right. There was always the dread of crossing dangerous streams and rivers, yet many plucky women gathered up their skirts and waded right through them. Sometimes large herds of buffalo crossed our path so many times that at times we had to wait one hour or two while they clumsily lumbered by. And there was always the danger of meeting Indians, some friendly and others hostile and dangerous, and they almost always demanded some of our scant food supply. One day we nearly lost our lives. "The Scott Family Wagons Surrounded by Savage Indians" One day due to a delay, our family wagons got separated from the main body of Saints. Suddenly we were completely surrounded by a big band of wild Indians (who enjoyed scalping people just for the fun of it). We sat terrified and motionless with fear, praying silently that we would some way be spared a tragic end. Yelling and shouting wildly, they rode around us. We shook with fear, not daring to move or speak. They came closer and closer. Then they gathered in a big group. They held a big "Pow Wow;" minutes seemed like hours as we tried to keep our children quiet. They gestured and yelled louder and we grew more frightened as our fate seemed so hopeless. Again I breathed a prayer, "Father, I am so young, will I have to die here on the plains with my family, now that we are so near the end of our journey? Will I never see Zion after I have given my all for my religion? Then some of the Indians slid off their ponies, and as they came nearer we saw a young white man. He had been captured by them and forced to live with them, but he had recognized John Scott; as a boy he had gone to school with in Canada. He begged and pleaded with the Indians to spare our lives and he finally persuaded them to go away. It was a miracle from God, we always thought after, and today we owe all of our lives to that brave young man's pleading and to our kind Heavenly Father. Once, during our journey, the authorities gave John ten gallons of whiskey to pacify the Indians. They were on the war path at the time. At last we near the end of the long, long journey as we enter the valley of the mountains and look out over the vast land of Zion. I am dismayed by the very immensity of the view, the boundless silence and to see miles of sagebrush everywhere. Behind us now are the heartaches and many thousands of silent tears that fell on the long unknown trail. I remember my dear home in England, of the flowers and trees and beautiful surroundings at that safe home. And I am homesick for my dear Mother and Father. But, just as I have covered endless hundreds of miles, so now I will begin work with a renewed faith, begin the task of building a good home in this new wilderness. AT THE END OF THAT LONG, LONG TRAIL Mary Pugh 1842-1848 She sat on the wagon tongue remembering Her English birthplace far across the sea Where all the comforts of family living Had been hers for the asking Such a loved daughter was she. In her hands she held a wilted-potted geranium flower. With luck and tender care the plant had survived On the ship's long voyage across the ocean Here at journeys end would she be denied Of seeing the scarlet geranium bloom some day? This last link with family and memories so far away. She had left her all, home and parents, in England To come to Zion and to live the perfect plan. Now here she was the long, long trek nearly completed. Her expressive brown eyes filled with tears remembering that land. Then she looked down - a miracle was happening As she held the flower that meant so much to her. She watched the scarlet flower bud unfold What had just happened was worth its weight in gold. Now her faith was strengthened, her hopes rose anew, A prayer of thanks to heaven was sent She had new courage to live her life. Thank you, God, that I was converted and am a Mormon And am worthy to be John Scott's wife. By LaRee Barson McCauley This poem is true. This scarlet geranium was still blooming eighty years later in Clarkston, Utah, in 1928, that treasured slip that Mary Pugh brought in 1848. Slips from it were freely given to many relatives and friends. Our Scott family of twelve, from John, age 37 years, down to Elizabeth, the baby of 16 months, have arrived today, 24 September 1848, and have settled on the banks of City Creek. Our covered wagons will be our homes until John has time to build us a home. Yes, it is tiresome to climb in and out over the wagon wheels so many times a day. We are pioneers and in a new country. What happiness and joy it is to meet in Church with all the Saints. It has been pouring rain for hours. Our wagon cover is soggy and leaking, and we have all our brass buckets and pans set around so our bedding and possessions won't get wet. And I have a precious secret - I am expecting my second child. Will it be a boy or girl, or even a twin like me? But! Oh! Is that the stork flying over our wagon? Yes it is, I must tell Sarah and Elizabeth. All was commotion as the kind wives tried to relocate brass buckets and pans to try to keep the young mother dry. And on rainy 22 May 1849, my dear little daughter was born at 11 a.m. They carefully wrapped her in my nicest petticoat, then wrapped her in my black and red shawl. That shawl is my most treasured possession, as it was my mother's gift to me on my 18th birthday. I carried it carefully across the ocean and then across the plains. Then as the little new mother looked at baby's tiny wrinkled face, her happiness dimmed. Tears ran down her face as she thought of her dear parents so far away in England. They would never see her precious children. But then a happy thought crossed her mind - she would name her Mary after her mother, yes, she would be named Mary Ellen. How she wished that her mother could know that. She and John Scott were carrying out the tradition of naming the first daughter in the family Mary. [And her precious little Mary was the fourth Mary on her mother's line. Later this baby would name her baby Mary Eliza and that Mary would name her daughter Mary Eliza. And this brave little pioneer didn't have any idea this rainy day that in 1899 the four Mary's would have their pictures taken in Logan, Utah, and that picture would treasured in our home today as the only one we have for our records and genealogy books. (Comments by LaRee B. McCauley.)] It finally quit raining on May 22, 1849, and "all was right with the world." My Mary is three months old today and we are moving into our new home at 33 South 7th East. It is a large two story home, spacious enough, for we had three wives and children. John is so proud of it and we are all so happy to be here after so many long months in a wagon. John Scott is now busy trying to build a school. With his influence and the help of neighbors and many others, they built a good two-room log cabin school. It was about four blocks west of the Scott home and was to be used for school, church and all community affairs. It was named the "Scott School," and John Scott was very proud of their efforts. Mary Pugh Scott was asked to be the first teacher. Her daughter, Mary, was kept home to tend the Scott babies; the older ones went to school. [Mary was paid with food, grain, wool or anything the pioneers could spare. The school served well for 41 years, then the thriving community needed a larger school, and in 1890, a newer up-to-date brick building was built. It has been remodeled four times. In 1917 an addition was added. It is still called the Scott School and is now used as an exhibit hall for crafts and an arts reference library. The Scott School stands today as a monument, not to an individual, not to a school, but to a way of life of the thrifty pioneer's progress.] One day at the Scott School, one of Mary Ellen's brothers sneaked a hornet nest into the school. He asked his sister to hold the cone shaped trouble-making thing while he covered it with his hat so the teacher would not punish him. As soon as Mary Ellen took it he hit it with his hat and gave a loud shout, and pandemonium broke loose. The children were severely stung; poor Mary Ellen was stung the worst of any of them. The boy got several lashings with a willow. Times were so hard, grasshoppers had destroyed nearly everything growing and money was so scarce. Then John Scott was called to go on his second mission to Great Britain the 6th of April, 1855. He was 44 years old. Obeying the call, John left Salt Lake May 7. There were nine sons, the oldest 18 years old, and eight daughters in the home. There was a pair of twins 10 months old, and I had my third daughter, Lucy, just one month old. We dug roots and sego bulbs and anything to help out with food. Mary Ellen, six years old, and her sister went out each day pulling flax. I wrapped their little hands in rags so the flax would not cut their hands. Mary Ellen earned three dollars and was so happy because there was enough money to buy her her first new dress. All her life she had to wear hand-me-down, cut smaller to fit Mary Ellen, calico dresses. But I called Mary Ellen in and told her we had three babies in the home and not food to feed them and asked her if I could take her money and walk into Salt Lake, 33 long blocks, and buy flour. Kind-hearted Mary Ellen loved babies so much and could not see them suffer, so thoughtful Mary Ellen told me to use her money. Sarah Ann did fine sewing on men's shirt collars and bosoms for wealthy people and received a few pounds of flour a day. While on his mission, John went to my parent's home in Stretford to meet Father and to tell him about our three children and that I was well and happy. Mother died in 1853 of a broken heart because I came to America to be one of those terrible Mormons. Father lived seventeen years after Mother went, and died at the age of eighty, June 1, 1870. Father was happy to meet John and he stayed there several times. Father took him through our home and to see my room just as I left it, pictures on the walls, the same. They walked to Stretford churchyard where Mother and my twin were buried. He divided Mother's things, half for me and half for my brother, Edward's wife. He also sent me 10 pounds. But at home we had a new challenge to meet. Johnston's army was coming to Utah to subdue the Mormons. They took the two older boys to stand guard duty, so we wives and the younger children had to pack our belongings in the wagons again, and we started south with other Saints. It was so hard to leave our good home. One day they paused to let the tired oxen rest, and six year old Mary Ellen wandered away picking flowers alone, a dangerous thing to do on account of the Indians. A group went to find her and Brigham Young's young Negro servant found her and said, "Don't you cry honey, I'll take you to your mama." Mary Ellen said, "Don't you put your dirty hands on me." She was spanked good for her outburst. Brigham Young sent word to John to come home as quickly as he could to help defend us. He arrived January 19, 1858. Orson Pratt, Ezra T. Benson, John McKay, John C. Ray and others who had had been in the mission field came with him. Away from home we were destitute for food and clothing, but after the Johnston army scare, we returned home, and with John home things settled down and people began farming again and some raised flax or did anything to earn a living. John knew how to handle Indians, so he was sent often to Southern Utah to quell uprisings. He believed in kindness and feeding them. The thought treating them kindly was lots better than fighting them. Each Sunday evening one of the Scott wives would care for all of the children and John and the other two wives would walk from 33rd South into Salt Lake to the Tabernacle for meeting. It was my turn to stay home, and after they left a hard rainstorm came up. Mary heard loud knocking at the door. There stood eight very big Indians dripping wet. They asked if they could stay all night on account of the storm. I wasn't afraid of them and let them come in and spread their blankets all over the kitchen floor. They were weary and soon fast asleep and when John came home he was so amazed and he yelled, "Mary, what in heaven's name have you done?" I quietly pushed him out of the room so he would not wake them. But always after, the Scott's would find a large piece of meat or venison there, and many times beads and trinkets. Then in 1860 John was 59 years old when he married a 17 year old Esther Yeates and he also moved her family to Millville, Cache County, and she became the mother of seven children. And last he married Angeline Keller, age 16, and she had three children. John had moved back to Mill Creek because Elizabeth, his first wife's, health was so bad. She was a wonderful woman, so kind and gentle to all of the wives and children, always sacrificing for all of them and sharing her love. The same could be said of all the wives. In 1876 John returned to Millville to settle up his affairs. He caught a cold that resulted in pneumonia and died 16 September 1876 at the age of 65. Funeral services were held in Mill Creek Ward and President John Taylor, George Q. Cannon, and Joseph F. Smith were the speakers. They all spoke of his noble character and told of the good he had done in his life, both in his church activities, two missions to Great Britain, one in 1839 and one in 1855. They also praised his community accomplishments. He was loved by all that knew him. He has such great faith that he was sent for from far and near to administer to the sick and needy. He left a fine family that will always be an honor to his name. John Scott's family included his five wives and 36 children, 42 grandchildren. Elizabeth Menery: 12 children, died age 71 at Mill Creek, widow 10 years Mary Pugh: 5 children, died age 84 at Salt Lake, widow 29 years Sarah Willis: 9 children, died age 64 at Mill Creek, widow 14 years Esther Yeates: 7 children, died age 77 at Millville, widow 46 years Angeline Keller: 3 children, died age 73 Pineville, Oregon, widow 48 years All of my daughters named a daughter after me, Mary, but one. So five good women were named after me. When John died leaving me a widow at age 55, my two oldest girls were married. Mary Ellen married Peter S. Barson, 20 October 1869. Six years later Mary Ellen gave her consent and her younger sister, Eliza Ann, age 23, married Peter S. Barson as his second wife. They both moved to Clarkston, Cache County, in 1876. Lucy married David Park in 1877 and they went to Lorenzo, Idaho, to live. Then my only son married Amelia Morgan in 1878. So Vilate, my 17 year old daughter and I were left alone to build a new life. She later married Fred Fowler, who was shortly thereafter killed in an accident, and she was left a very young widow. She married Charles Hilton in 1893 and they lived in Salt Lake City. I enjoyed going to Clarkston to visit Mary Ellen and Eliza and their families. In 1899 we had a four generation picture taken there. I spent my last years at Vilate and Charles Hilton's home. I was cared for with love and devotion. Mary Pugh Scott was a gentle voiced woman and barely four feet tall. She carried herself with regal air. She was always neat and trim and looked nice in her clothes. She wore her hair parted in the middle, with a neat bob at the back of her head. She passed away 5 November 1905 at the age of 84. Her services were held in the Seventh Ward. All who spoke said what a true Latter-day Saint she had always been. They said what a perfect lady she always was. She gave her all for her religion and church, well with her services in the community. She was laid to rest at the side of her beloved John Scott in the Salt Lake City Cemetery after living in Zion for 63 years. We love and appreciate our grandmother. I have a record of 500 descendants and there are more. The missionary record in the family is outstanding. Since 1921, 72 have filled missions, seven of the fifth generation. Two are now serving in France and Mexico. They have labored in Australia, Brazil, Canada, England, France, Germany, Japan, Mexico, Norway, Switzerland, Uruguay and the United States. This history was compiled by LaRee Barson McCauley, great granddaughter, at the age of 75, from the following documentation: Letters written by Mary Pugh Scott in Salt Lake in 1877 Stories told to me by my grandmother, Mary Ellen Scott Barson Life history of Mary Ellen Scott Barson Life history of John Scott Dates on Pugh Family, Stretford, England, from John Scott's missionary journal Notes on Scott School printed in the Deseret News, October 27, 1966 Genealogy Records

Mary Pugh Scott

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MARY PUGH SCOTT Grandma Mary Pugh Scott ran away from a wealthy home in England to join the Mormon Church. She did not have to work and was educated in the best English schools, but her testimony was stronger than her love of home and finery. She took her clothing piece by piece to a relative, and one dark night she climbed out of her bedroom window and ran away. She came to Nauvoo and became the fourth wife of John Scott and while in Nauvoo she sold all of her possessions except for her clothes so she could pay on the temple. Such was her faith. The Scott family came to Utah and Mary gave birth to a daughter in a wagon box just as the company reached the public square in Salt Lake City. The sisters kept the rain off the mother and baby by holding pans where the wagon cover leaked, and no one took cold. Grandma knew the hardships of life in a sagebrush valley. She and Sarah Ann, the third wife, gleaned enough wheat to buy their first cow in 1852. She pulled flax for the Ivins and Kincade store to trade for dry goods for the family, but later those same goods were exchanged for flour to make thickened milk gravy and lumpy-dish porridge for the small children who needed food. This was the year the crickets and grasshoppers came and devoured the crops. Here are bits from Grandma's diary: "Today the old cobbler Anderson and wife came to our home to make shoes for Mary, Eliza Ann and Ephraim. John has secured a goatskin, and with morocco, or calfskin, he can build my little ones a nice pair of dress shoes with laced eyelets. "Today I arose early, did my work, and rode old Charley to town. I had hard work balancing a basket of eggs on one arm, and another of butter on my other arm. I left my children while I rode six miles to Salt Lake City to Kincade's store to get calico, cambric, and rice. "This evening I've sorted wheat straw to put to soak over night to make more hats. I'll use the straw, seven straws to the first joint, to make hats for the children. I use the butt ends for John's, Hyrum's and menfolks' hats. John made me a frame so I can lay out the hats over the brimstone fire to bleach to the desired whiteness. "The men folks looked real nice in their new straw hats, and the black silk handkerchiefs I'd made out of Grandpa Pugh's black cloak. They were triangle shaped with the ends tucked under their suspenders. I also used the taffeta to make bands for their hats." Sadness came to Mary when she received a letter edged in black from England. She knew the letter meant that one of her loved ones back home had passed away. When she opened it, it said, "Your father died of a broken art (heart) because of your leaving." Although Mary sorrowed, she had the testimony that she had done the right thing. Grandpa Scott had three of his wives living in one house. Each wife had her own apartment, but often there was discord. Grandma Mary was the peacemaker of the family, and Grandpa called her "Virgin Mary". On Sunday nights, Grandpa took two of his wives and the other children to Sacrament Meeting. One wife took her turn in staying home and tending the babies. One Sunday night, a heavy rainstorm came. Grandma Mary was home alone when the door opened, and in walked five Indian braves. They asked if they could spend the night, and Grandma who was not afraid of Indians told them they could. They lay down on the floor with the smell of their wet, stinking bodies filling the air. When the family came home, and John saw the sight, he said, "What in God's name do we have here?" Mary hushed him and said she had given her permission. At day break, the Indians slipped out quietly and went on their way. Two days later, an Indian came with two pheasants and gave them to Grandma. He said, "Heap brave squaw." Grandma was one of Utah's first school teachers. We can be proud of her. Mary Pugh and her brother Edward, left a wealthy home in England for the gospel. Mary was a school teacher and used to all the luxuries of the times, but the gospel meant more to her. They settled in Nauvoo where she wrote, "I became the third wife of John Scott of my own free will and choice. After she came to Utah, she received a letter edged in black, a custom which meant death. When she opened it, it read, "Your father died of a broken heart." Of course it grieved her to know she had hurt her to father and mother in joining the church, but her testimony always remained firm and true. The day after her company reached Salt Lake City, she gave birth to a baby girl in a wagon box on the public square. Such were pioneer hardships. I had the dress bonnet as a keepsake from this good woman, but I sent it to Nauvoo where it could be displayed and preserved. I can vaguely remember this woman.

Mary Pugh Scott-Letter to Salt Lake Tribune

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Mill Creek Ward – May 1877 When Mormonism was first preached in my hearing I knew it to be true and obeyed the impulse to join the church at the risk of all earthly comforts. I left my father, mother, houses and land to come to Utah. I reached Nauvoo in the year 1842, without money, relatives, or acquaintances, but that people was my people and their God my God. I felt perfectly at home with them, and when I was sick I was comforted and cared for by them. When I left England my father resided at Dilwyn Commons. He was a mason by trade, but also spent part of his time as a farmer. I was born November 10, 1821. I was baptized at Stretford. I first went to school at Dilwyn. Afterwards, I attended Eardisland School and a private school at Haven-Dilwyn. I was twenty-one years old when I left England. My mother’s name was Mary. Her maiden name was Mary Baily. My Uncle John Pugh and family are the only relatives I recollect. I had the privilege of hearing the Prophet Joseph and Hyrum and others preach the Gospel in truth and plainness. I heard and understood the plan of exaltation as taught by men of God. I embraced the Divine Command, and of my own free will and choice, entered into plural marriage in the year 1845. In the short space of time I lived in Nauvoo, I witnessed many heart-rendering scenes: the Prophet kidnaped when on a visit to his wifes relations, and vexations and lawsuits. I saw the Carthage Grays ride into Nauvoo with Governor Ford the time he threatened the inhabitants with kegs of powder and many other threats unbecoming to any Governor of any state. It is out of power of pen to describe the mourning and anguish that we suffered when our beloved Prophet and Patriarch were murdered. I visited that dreadful place, Carthage Jail and saw the bullet holes made in the walls. When the mob thought they had put an end to the Mormons by killing their leaders, little did they think there was another in reserve to continue his work and build up the Kingdom that will endure forever. I heard and saw the sham trials of the murderers of Joseph and Hyrum Smith and some of the guilty ones pointed out. The guilty were not brought to justice. Their crimes were winked at and they were allowed to rob us of our homes. Widows and helpless children were turned out of their homes, sick and shaking with age. They were driven to the bands of the river to starve and die. They had no mercy on young or old. It is the Kingdom of God they would like to destroy. The wicked imagine vain things and do not consider that our Father over rules all things for our good. It has too firm a foundation to be ever destroyed. The Lord works in Mysterious ways His wonders to perform. If these few lines should happen to fall into the hands of anyone that has opposed the work of God, repent, for the wages of sin is death and all those that fear God and keep His commandments will enjoy eternal life.

Mary Pugh Scott- Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel

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MARY PUGH SCOTT Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868 Heber C. Kimball Company Trail Excerpt: We went into Winter Quarters, now called Florence. John was called on a special mission to stay one more year and help prepare all for the trip. Finally May 30 1848 John Scott and Family started in Heber C. Kimballs Co. John was Captain over 10 wagons His company included 662 People- 266 wagons—150 loose cattle—25 Mules—737 Oxen—57 horses—299 chickens—96 pigs—52 dogs—17 cats—3 hives of bees—3 doves—1 squirrel. Rules of a camp: Each had a Captain, a captain of the Guard, a Chaplin and clerk. All names were enrolled. 1. Noise and confusion will not be allowed after 8 p.m. 2. Camp will be called by trumpet for Prayer meeting morning and night. 3. Arise at 4:30 a.m. Assembly for prayers 5:30 a.m. 4. Card playing will not be allowed. 5. Dogs must be tied up at night. 6. Profane language will not be tolerated. 7. Each man will help driving the cattle 8. Rate of travel for Oxen 3 miles an hour. (The corral made by wagons will not be broken until all of the cattle have been yoked.) John’s responsibility for ten wagons made it difficult at times to help his own Families. Elizabeth in one wagon had sons 4 [John William]—6 [Ephraim]—and 11 [Isaac], Daughters 8 [Louisa]—10 [Matilda] and a new baby [Elizabeth] too Mary had a son [Hyrum] 22 months old and Sarah 23 years old had a son [Joseph L.] 11 months old in her arms Yet here we two who have been raised in luxury, are bravely trying to drive a Mule Team across the plains, holding our Babies. We take turns driving. You can just imagine we three women climbing in and out over wagon wheels to cook on the camp fire and wash clothes. We sleep in our Camp wagons or on the Ground along the swampy river bottoms. John helped a lot before leaving going among Non Mormons and asking for clothes, bedding and money for those who had every thing in the world taken from them. He also Converted three people to our Gospel. I am now 27 years old and trying hard to be a good wife. We cook in a camp kettle, it is an iron pot with three legs. It had a heavy lid and could be set right on the beds of coals and biscuits corn bread or cake could be put in, then a shovel full of coals was put on top to bake them. Some who had no kettles cooked on hot rocks to do their baking. Some of our meals were just broiled meat and bread. Other times all we had to eat was water gruel (a very thin mush)[.] One Wedding dinner on the plains consisted of fresh bread baked in a skillet, fresh butter and a piece of meat. Milk and cream could be placed in a churn in the morning and by night you could have a pat of butter by the jolting wagon over rough trails. An English Emigrant whose sense of smell had left him due to age, was one day hungrily out looking for food, found a strange animal and killed it. (it was furry and black and white) He skinned it and proudly brought it to camp. "a skunk" and to his amazement everyone fled as he approached and for some days he was an outcast. Our daily exertions made hunger a constant companion. The quantity of food was limited and meals were usually scant. At other times fish was caught in streams and ducks, geese, turkeys and prairie chickens were shot. The men hunted for buffalo elk and deer and these added to our daily diet. Pig weeds, thistles and other greens were gathered at times and cooked to add variety. And some times if several [Buffalo] were shot the Saints would stop over for a day or two and we cut the meat in strips. This we dried for future meals. Some places an abundance of wild red and black currants and sometimes gooseberries were gratefully gleaned. Some of the Children while walking wore a bag and picked up buffalo chips and sticks to make fires for the evening meals. As soon as we camped everyone tried to share in the labors. Some carried water and gathered wood for fires. Big high sagebrush was used and in timber country we burned wood. But all was not desolation on the long journey. We enjoyed the smell of the pretty wild roses. At some places beautiful wild flowers of all hues could be seen and we enjoyed the singing of the birds. Young girls tended weary babies until they could be fed and put to sleep[.] After prayers the camp retired for the night, with camp fires burning and the lights of lanterns in the wagons. The looing [lowing] of the cattle, bleating of the sheep mingled with the neighing of the horses in the corrals of wagons. The howling of coyotes and wolves on distant hills and prairies mingled with the Half Hour Cry of the Faithful Guards, "All is well" "All is Well." Right. There was always the dread of crossing dangerous streams and rivers. Yet many plucky women gathered up their skirts and waded right through them. Some times large herds of Buffalo crossed our path, so many that at times we had to wait one hour or two while they clumsily lumbered by. And there was always the danger of meeting Indians, some friendly and others hostile and dangerous and they almost always demanded some of our scant food supply. One day we nearly lost our lives. One day due to a delay, our Family Wagons got separated from the main body of the Saints. Suddenly we were completely surrounded by a big band of wild Indians who enjoyed scalping people just for the fun of it. We sat terrified and motionless with fear praying silently that we would some way be spared a tragic end. Yelling and shouting wildly they rode around us. We shook with fear not daring to move or speak. They came closer and closer. Then they Gathered in a big group. They held a big "Pow-Wow" minutes seemed like hours as we tried to keep our children quiet. They gestured and yelled louder and we grew more frightened as our fate seemed so hopeless. Again I breathed a prayer, Father I am so young, will I have to die here on the plains with my Family, now we are so near the end of our journey? Will I never see Zion after I have given my all for my religion? Then some of the Indians slid off their ponies and as they came nearer we saw a young white man. He had been captured by them and forced to live with them—but he had recognized John Scott as a boy he had gone to school with in Canada. He begged and pleaded with the Indians to spare our lives and he finally persuaded them to go away. It was a miracle from God we always thought after, and today we owe all of our lives to that brave young man’s pleadings and to our kind Heavenly Father. Once during the journey the authorities gave John ten gallons of whiskey to pacify the Indians. They were on the war path at that time. At last we near the end of the long, long journey, as we enter the Valley of the Mountains and look out over the vast land of Zion. I am dismayed by the very immensity of the view. The boundless Silence and I see miles of sage brush every where. Behind us now are the heart aches and many thousands of silent tears, that fell on the long unknown trail. I remember my dear home in England, of the flowers and trees and beautiful surroundings at that safe place. And I am home sick for my Dear Mother and Father. But just as I have covered those endless hundreds of miles, so now I will begin work with renewed Faith, begin the task of building a good home in this new wilderness. Mormon Pioneer Overland Travel, 1847–1868, Source of Trail Excerpt: Journey to Zion: Voices from the Mormon Trail, Life Story of Mary Pugh Scott, by Carol Cornwall Madsen [1997], Pages 399-402

Mary Pugh Scott-Obituaries

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FIFTY-SEVEN YEARS IN UTAH Mrs. Mary Scott Dies at an Advanced Age. Mrs. Mary Scott, wife of the late John Scott, died yesterday morning at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. Charles Hilton, 571 South Second West Street, at the age of 84 years. For nearly fifty-seven years she had lived in Utah having come here from England when a young woman. During most of this time Mrs. Scott lived in the Mill Creek neighborhood. The dead woman leaves four children, Mrs. Peter S. Barson of Cache Valley, Mrs. Lucy J. Park and Hiram Scott of LaBelle, Idaho, and Mrs. Charles Hilton of Salt Lake City. Funeral services will be conducted in the Seventh ward meeting house Saturday at noon. The Salt Lake Herald, January 6, 1905, Salt Lake City, Utah SCOTT, – At 571 South Second West Street, this city, January 5, 1905, Mary Scott, aged 83 years, native of England. Funeral services will be held Saturday at 12 noon, from the Seventh ward meeting house. Friends are invited to attend and can view the remains at the family residence on day of funeral from 10 to 11:30 a.m. The Salt Lake Herald, January 6, 1905, Salt Lake City, Utah

Mary Pugh Scott-Pioneer Women of Faith & Fortitude

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MARY PUGH SCOTT BIRTH DATE: 10 November 1821 - Leominister, England DEATH: 5 January 1905 - Mill Creek, Salt Lake, Utah PARENTS: Edward Pugh & Mary Bailey Pugh PIONEER: 23 September 1848 - Heber C. Kimball Wagon Train SPOUSE: John Scott MARRIED: 2 March 1845 - Nauvoo, Hancock Co., Illinois DEATH SP: 11/16 Sept/Dec 1876 - Millville, Cache, Utah CHILDREN: Hyrum, 15 July 1846 Mary Ellen, 22 May 1849 Eliza Ann, 20 October 1852 Lucy Jane, 19 April 1855 Vilate, 12 May 1861 Mary attended school in Dilwyn, Eardisland School, and a private school at Haven-Dilwyn. She was a twin, but her twin sister lived only a day or two. Mary heard the gospel and joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. She left her father, mother, home, and land to go to America. She reached Nauvoo in 1842. She entered into polygamy by marrying Colonel John Scott as his second wife on March 2, 1845 in Nauvoo, Illinois. While living there, she had the privilege of hearing the Prophet Joseph Smith and his brother, Hyrum, preach the Gospel. She washed the ironed the temple clothes in the basement of the Nauvoo Temple. Her husband served as a Colonel in the First Regiment of the Nauvoo Legion and was a bodyguard of the prophet. They were driven from their homes and went to Winter Quarters. Her husband was called to stay one more year and help prepare others for the trip across the plains. Finally, on May 30, 1848, Mary's family was on their way across the Plains in the Heber C. Kimball Wagon Company with her husband acting as captain over ten wagons. The Scott family of twelve arrived in Salt Lake City on September 23, 1848. They settled on the banks of City Creek using their covered wagons as their homes until they had time to build their home at 33rd South and 7th East. It was large enough for John's three wives and their children. John and others built a good two-room log cabin school which was named the "Scott School." Mary was asked to be the first teacher. She was paid with food, wool, or anything the pioneers could spare. The school served well for forty-one years. As John was settling his affairs in 1876, he caught a cold that resulted in pneumonia and he passed away at the age of sixty-five, leaving five widows and their children. Mary passed away at the age of eighty-four in Salt Lake, a widow of twenty-nine years. Pioneer Women of Faith and Fortitude, Daughters of Utah Pioneers, Volume 3, Page 2710 & 2711

Proxy Baptisms in Nauvoo

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Mary Pugh was proxy for baptisms ("Ann. Rec's, Nauvoo", Vol. 5, pg. 2984) of her friend John Knott, 7 May 1843, also grandfather David Pugh, aunt Jane Pugh, aunt Anne Smith, friend Thomas South, friend Richard Williams, same day. Baptized for Thomas Ball, friends Aaron South, Thomas South, Richard Williams, Thomas Boise, George Bowyer, Ellanor Lund, 24 Sep 1843. Baptized for aunt Mary Pugh, 27 May 1844.

Life timeline of Mary Pugh

1822
Mary Pugh was born on 10 Nov 1822
Mary Pugh was 9 years old when Charles Darwin embarks on his journey aboard HMS Beagle, during which he will begin to formulate his theory of evolution. Charles Robert Darwin, was an English naturalist, geologist and biologist, best known for his contributions to the science of evolution. He established that all species of life have descended over time from common ancestors and, in a joint publication with Alfred Russel Wallace, introduced his scientific theory that this branching pattern of evolution resulted from a process that he called natural selection, in which the struggle for existence has a similar effect to the artificial selection involved in selective breeding.
1831
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Mary Pugh was 18 years old when Samuel Morse receives the patent for the telegraph. Samuel Finley Breese Morse was an American painter and inventor. After having established his reputation as a portrait painter, in his middle age Morse contributed to the invention of a single-wire telegraph system based on European telegraphs. He was a co-developer of the Morse code and helped to develop the commercial use of telegraphy.
1840
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Mary Pugh was 37 years old when Petroleum is discovered in Titusville, Pennsylvania leading to the world's first commercially successful oil well. Petroleum is a naturally occurring, yellow-to-black liquid found in geological formations beneath the Earth's surface. It is commonly refined into various types of fuels. Components of petroleum are separated using a technique called fractional distillation, i.e. separation of a liquid mixture into fractions differing in boiling point by means of distillation, typically using a fractionating column.
1859
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Mary Pugh was 47 years old when Susan B. Anthony and Elizabeth Cady Stanton founded the National Woman Suffrage Association, breaking away from the American Equal Rights Association which they had also previously founded. Susan B. Anthony was an American social reformer and women's rights activist who played a pivotal role in the women's suffrage movement. Born into a Quaker family committed to social equality, she collected anti-slavery petitions at the age of 17. In 1856, she became the New York state agent for the American Anti-Slavery Society.
1869
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Mary Pugh was 55 years old when Thomas Edison announces his invention of the phonograph, a machine that can record and play sound. Thomas Alva Edison was an American inventor and businessman, who has been described as America's greatest inventor. He developed many devices that greatly influenced life around the world, including the phonograph, the motion picture camera, and the long-lasting, practical electric light bulb. Dubbed "The Wizard of Menlo Park", he was one of the first inventors to apply the principles of mass production and large-scale teamwork to the process of invention, and is often credited with the creation of the first industrial research laboratory.
1877
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Mary Pugh was 65 years old when Buffalo Bill Cody's Wild West Show opens in London. William Frederick "Buffalo Bill" Cody was an American scout, bison hunter, and showman. He was born in Le Claire, Iowa Territory, but he lived for several years in his father's hometown in Toronto Township, Ontario, Canada, before the family returned to the Midwest and settled in the Kansas Territory.
1887
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Mary Pugh was 72 years old when Mahatma Gandhi forms the Natal Indian Congress (NIC) in order to fight discrimination against Indian traders in Natal. Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi was an Indian activist who was the leader of the Indian independence movement against British rule. Employing nonviolent civil disobedience, Gandhi led India to independence and inspired movements for civil rights and freedom across the world. The honorific Mahātmā – applied to him first in 1914 in South Africa – is now used worldwide. In India, he is also called Bapu and Gandhi ji, and known as the Father of the Nation.
1894
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Mary Pugh died on 5 Jan 1905 at the age of 82
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Grave record for Mary Pugh (10 Nov 1822 - 5 Jan 1905), BillionGraves Record 5249746 Salt Lake City, Salt Lake, Utah, United States

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