Mary Steel Chandler

17 Apr 1863 - 22 Mar 1898

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Mary Steel Chandler

17 Apr 1863 - 22 Mar 1898
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Mary Steel Chandler


Parker Cemetery

401-417 North Center Street
Parker, Fremont, Idaho
United States


October 27, 2011


October 26, 2011

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Arrived America 10AUG1869

Contributor: joeydef Created: 10 months ago Updated: 10 months ago

Hamilton Steel and his son James and his family arrived in America 10AUG1869 aboard the ship Colorado. Left Liverpool, England on 28JUL1869.

History of James Steel Jr., by his Daughter Jennet Ruth Steel Fuhriman

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James Steel Jr. “I follow a famous father, his honor is mine to wear, He gave me a name that was free from shame A name he was proud to bear. He lived in the morning sunlight and marched in the ranks of right. He was always true to the best he knew, And the shield that he wore was bright.” — Author unknown James Steel was born in Scotland to a family who had recently been baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ. His father was a weaver and was away from home early before the children were awake and until after dark and they were away in beds. In 1869, when he was a year old, the family emigrated to Salt Lake City, Utah. They rode the train to Ogden and an uncle came by team to meet them. Their family consisted of father, mother, four daughters and James. His grandfather Hamilton Steel also came with them and lived in their home. Their home was in Sugar House ward. They lived on the 20th block on 13th East on the west side of the road. The last time I was along there, the old black walnut tree which my father helped plant as a boy was still standing. His grandfather took care of the gardening with the mother’s help while his father worked in the granite quarries cutting rocks for the Salt Lake Temple. In this way his father repaid the emigration fund of the Church for his family’s transportation from New York to Ogden. James was baptized August 12, 1877 by M.L. Pratt and was confirmed a member by James Whitehead on the same date. He was a member of the Sugar House ward and was active in ward duties. His oldest sister married Job Hemsley when Agnes, his future wife, was about 14 years old. He, Job and her older brother were pals at school and church. In the summer of 1883, when James was 15 years old, his father sold his home in Salt Lake for $775.00, with which he bought three wagons and teams, and supplies. Giving one to each of his two sons-in-law and one for himself, they started for Plano, Idaho. It was about 300 miles and took three weeks for the trip. Near Fort Hall, Indians ran off their stock and horses one night. The next day, while walking to track them, an Indian offered to get them if they would pay him. He was probably the one who stole them, but they complied and got all their stock back. They built a log house for winter and a log shed for the cattle. That winter was heavy snow and they boys had to go out and dig snow off the dry grass so the animals could get enough to survive. They carried water about two miles for culinary purposes. There were plenty of large wild game to live on. Seven years after they had moved to Idaho, James went back to Salt Lake for a visit and he hoped a bride, but Agnes was only 14, and her father didn’t think it was wise. They made plans and corresponded and four years later on January 10, 1894 they were wed. During his time between going to Idaho and 1900, he helped dig canals on Egin Bench so they would have water for crops. What he could raise in produce was hauled about 20 miles by wagon to Mud Lake for sale. Mother said they would go occasionally to Rexburg or St. Anthony for a celebration, carrying their lunch with them. Maybe all the money they would have would be 10 cents and it was usually taken home with them or used to by a few stamps. The land was taken up by his father and transferred to James before his mother died. After her death, another quit claim to James on condition that he would keep his father as long as he lived. Father was ordained a seventy and set apart for a mission to the North Western States on March 20, 1899. He returned home November 25, 1900. He next presided as superintendent of Sunday school starting in January 1901. He was called as a 2nd Counselor to Albert Heath in the bishopric on May 31, 1903. He went to the temple to be sealed to his parents on April 7, 1904. He was ordained and set apart as 1st Counselor to Richard Hemsley. He took sick November 3, 1905 with Typhoid fever and died January 4, 1906. He was buried on his 12th wedding anniversary when he was 35 years old. Father’s name: James Steel Sr. Mother’s name: Jane Mair When born: 17 September 1868 Where born: Galston Ayr Scotland When blessed: 28 September 1868 By whom: John Aird When baptized: 12 August 1877 and 17 December 1883 Where baptized: Sugar House Ward Baptized by: M.L. Pratt and Hyrum J. Lucas When confirmed: 12 August 1877 by James Whitehead Priesthood ordination Office of Elder by Harry H. Smith 17 December 1889 Office of Seventy by John Henry Smith 26 March 1899 Office of High Priest by Amasa Lyman 30 July 1905 Married to Agnes Eliza Hemsley 10 January 1894 in Salt Lake Temple Endowed and sealed 10 January 1894 in Salt Lake Temple Departed for mission to North Western States on 26 March 1899 Returned 25 November 1900 Special appointments: Superintendent of Sunday School January 1901 2nd Counselor in Bishopric 31 May 1903 Died: Plano, Madison, Idaho 4 January 1906 Buried: Parker, Fremont, Idaho 10 January 1906

History of James Steel Sr., by his Granddaughter Jennet Ruth Steel Fuhriman

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James Steel Sr. “The story of America is an adventure. It is not a succession of battles and wars. It is romantic, brave and breathless; it is the development of a personality among nations, growing, fighting for life and ideals. The story of all includes the story of each with our different personalities, forces pushing and pulling each. All towards one inevitable end. Growth.” No one realizes this more than one who has searched the records of the past to learn who our ancestors were and read of the obstacles they met on the highway of life, their failures and successes. The aim of our ancestors in coming to America was to gather with the saints of Zion for religious freedom. In coming here they were willing to give up much and to do all in their power to help build a great people. They helped in the building up of Zion. Later they took part in the settlement of eastern Idaho. They toiled with their hands, they tilled the soil, and they were happy and contented in the realization of work well done. They are ancestors of whom we may be justly proud. Pride of ancestry is a very worthy sentiment. Not only does it give us a feeling of being well born, but it is an inspiration to ourselves and makes us desire to be worthy ancestors ourselves. Napoleon said, “My son cannot replace me; I cannot replace myself. I am a creature of circumstances.” Circumstances have put our people in a humble rank, but have been kind in giving them a soul with high ideals and religious zeal. The earliest recollection or knowledge of our family was in 1700. Our record is taken from work done in the Endowment House by great-grandfather Hamilton Steel and his son Alexander. The story of the family is rather meager, taken from the little incidents told by grandfathers James Steel. I know they were weavers by occupation because grandfather said I had thumbs like the Steels, slanted from generations of loom workers. He said I would be able to do good handwork. Mother said great grandfather Hamilton worked all his life, until he came to Utah, as a weaver. He had 14 children and supported them in that manner. Very little is known of the family life in Scotland of grandfather James Steel, with whom our family record should really be started. He was the eleventh child in the family. When we was 10 years old, his mother died, leaving 14 children, the youngest of whom was six years old. Jane the oldest daughter was in charge of the family for a while, then later the ninth child, daughter Agnes, was their little mother. Alexander Steel joined the Church in 1847. Two years later, his sisters Jane and Agnes joined the Church. Alexander came to Utah. Jane and Agnes came later. It seems like Jane was married long before she came. The family was very bitter towards the three. Grandfather James must have said some very cruel things to Agnes because of her joining the Mormons and leaving the family with no one to care for them. She told him that the time would come when he would come to her door and she would give them bread. On the way to Idaho, he stopped at Menden, Utah where she lived and she reminded him of it. Little is known of grandfather from this time when he was 14 until he was 19, at which time he was married to Mary Clements. Certainly he had to get out and help support a family like that. At the time he was married, he was a soldier. He mentioned being in the Queen’s guard. Queen Victoria spent most of her summers at her summer palace in Edinborogh. She had a select guard there of Highlanders over 6 feet tall. Grandfather was 6 feet 2 inches. When he enlisted or was released is not known, only that it is known that he was working in the coal mines after his second marriage. He mentioned to mother what long hours he had worked and how rarely he had seen his children. They were asleep when he went to work and abed before he ever got home. In 1860, when he was 23 years of age, he was left a widower with two little girls: Jane, age three, and baby Elizabeth, 5 days old. He looked around and found a Mrs. Mair to be a wet nurse to the baby. One year later he married her daughter Jane, who went into the family and took care of them all. In 1867, James Steel, his wife and father were baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ. Two years later, having collected enough money for their boat fares, he sailed for New York. In his family were five children, the youngest being one year old. His father, who was 73 years old, accompanied him. They were planning on stopping in Boston with a brother, George, who had come to America a few years earlier. He thought to get work in a shipyard to get means for their transportation across the United States. He heard of the Church Emigration Fund so he came direct to Zion by way of train just about the time the Golden Spike was driven. The family settled in a small home in Sugar House. His father and wife did the gardening and grandfather went to work in the quarry to repay the Church what he had borrowed. From 1869, when they entered Salt Lake Valley, until he went to Idaho in 1883, he worked in the granite quarrys getting out blocks for the Temple. His work in the mines trained him for the job. In June 1878 his father at the age of 82 died of an infection in his leg. In the summer of 1883 he sold all his property and outfitted his family, then consisting of his wife, one son and one unmarried daughter. He also bought teams and wagons, and helped supply them for the two married daughters, their husbands and their families, who were going to Idaho to try their luck in a new land project. It took three weeks to make the trip. On the way, some of their stock were stolen by the Indians. Near the first of September they arrived on Egin Bench and commenced to build homes. Each of the men took up a quarter section of land. The history of Egin is very short. It took hard work to fight the desert and bring canals onto its hungry surface, but the results were rapid and very satisfactory. We of our generation live to reap the reward of their hardships. Grandfather Steel died in 1913 at 76 years of age. Many stories could be told of his later life, which would be very interesting to the coming generation. I remember his as a big, stern, kindly old grandfather. I wouldn’t have dared be unhonest with him. He loved his family, especially the children. He ably filled the place of a dead father in my life. I will never forget the kindly twinkle in his eyes, or the way he would bounce us on his knees and sing the old songs of his bonny Scotland. As a child when I would get tired, I would go and sit on his lap. He would read the Book of Mormon out loud. (When I read certain parts of the book, I can still hear his sweet Scottish speech.) He had a beautiful voice and would sing me all his old Scottish songs. If we were walking and singing he would automatically walk like the old swinging march as if to play the bagpipes. He was a great pray-er and often prayed at church. One day I was sitting up front in a little red chair listening, and I just knew he was talking to God! I always wanted to see God, so I opened one eye just a little to see. No, I didn’t see God, but I saw Grandpa taking a peek at me. I hurriedly closed my eyes. That day I didn’t get a peppermint on our walk home. I knew I had done wrong. His death was a great loss to me.

My Diary of the Old for the New, copied by Niece Jennet Ruth Steel Fuhriman

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My Diary of the Old for the New. Written March 4, 1933 by Aunt Jennet (Steel) Recorded by Jennet Ruth Steel Fuhriman I was born in Scotland. We started for the United States when I was three years old so I do not remember my old home. I am glad I was of that old Scotch family. I love my adopted country, the United States. When I was about 17 years old, my father had a chance to go to Idaho to take up a homestead. He went up first and looked it over. Being very enthused over it, he came back and persuaded my two brothers-in-law to go with him. He wanted me to go and oh! how I hated to leave the beautiful Salt Lake City, but he said he couldn’t go and leave me. I was about 17 years old, I didn’t want to go, and I couldn’t think of them leaving me behind either. I hated to leave my companions, of which I had many, but most of all I hated leaving my sweetheart that I thought I loved. We had built castles in the air and pledged undying love, and we couldn’t live without each other, but I couldn’t see my folks leave without me, so we had bid each other goodbye and promised to write often, and I would come back to him. I do not know what month we left, but I think it was about September, as Father wanted to get there and build some log cabins before winter set in. He sold the home we loved and had lived in so long. He bought some horses and covered wagons, and loaded what we could get on them and started out. There was my father, mother, younger brother, sister Elizabeth and husband, with two kiddies, and myself. My other sister lived at Logan with her husband’s folks. We were to pick them up, but didn’t have room to take them all, so we left my sister and children, and took her husband along so he could get a home fixed for them. We surely hated leaving her behind, because it seemed like we were leaving the world. I think it was about 300 miles, but it seemed to me to be the end of the world. We only averaged 20 miles a day. We had a heavy load and my father loved his horses. We sure went over some rough country. I think the only one who enjoyed it was a little three-week old baby of my sister’s. She cried every time the wagon stopped and slept while it was going. I remember on the road we stopped for the night not far from an Indian reservation, and the next morning our horses were all gone. The Indians came every day and offered to find them for $20. After four days of hunting, my father finally gave them the money and they brought them back. He sure felt like plugging them with a bullet when they came in with the horses, as he felt they had driven them away in the first place to get the money. We then went on our way. One night we went to bed and it started to rain. We had our beds on a sand pile. It sure did rain and every time we would move, a trickle of water would come through. We stayed until the second day, as the sun came out and we dried our bedding and ourselves. We finally arrived at Eagle Rock, now Idaho Falls. We got some more supplies there and started over the Snake River toll bridge. They charged so much per head for the horses, but if there were more people than horses they charged per head of people instead of horses. We stopped that night at Market Lake. One of our horses bogged belly deep in the mud, my father was heartbroken. My brothers got a rope around him and with the help of the other horses finally pulled him out. We fished in the Snake River and caught some lovely trout for supper. The next day we arrived at our destination. I was sure blue seeing miles and miles of sand and sagebrush, after coming from the beautiful city of Salt Lake. It was a tragedy. At a farmhouse nearby, a family named Covens made us welcome. I remember the lovely supper they prepared, and such biscuits, I will never forget them. They were made of cream and would melt in your mouth. Our farm was about two miles from the river, and we had to carry all our water in barrels. We sure heard about it if we wasted any. They were busy building ditches and going to the hills to get logs to build our house with before winter set in. They also had to build log stables for the horses and cows. So you can imagine we didn’t take many baths until water got more plentiful. The Church was about seven miles away. It was in a school house. They also held dances in the same building. We didn’t go to church very often, as the men were so busy with the horses and had to let them rest on Sunday, but we sat around and sang church hymns and enjoyed. I did get very lonesome at times. I often wondered how my father could be so cheerful through all these hardships. Whenever my mother complained he would picture everything so rosy for our future. I was beginning to worry about shoes for that first winter. My clothes were getting shabby also. We had to go about 25 miles to a store. Our nearest town was Rexburg, but there was no bridge over the river, and it was too high to ford. For a little while in the winter we could cross the river on the ice. The first winter we had two feet of snow and oh! how the coyotes howled at night. It was a mournful sound. It was a sandy soil, so until vegetation started they planted rows of trees for a wind break. There was one thing about dear Idaho: everyone was so hospitable that it was like one big family. I guess one reason was that the country was so thinly settled and we were all tickled to see a new comer and would help them. I finally went to Idaho Falls to work. Here I met the man who helped me forget my childhood sweetheart and all of the castles built by puppy love. We went to Nevada, and finally to California, where I finally made my home. I have been back to Salt Lake City and Idaho many times, and find them more beautiful each time I see them. The first time I went back was about seven years after I had left. I saw many changes. One could hardly believe it could be so different from my first impression of the same. Then it had been miles and miles of sagebrush. When I returned to Salt Lake, I took a sugar beet weighing nine pounds, which my father raised. I left it in Salt Lake City Chamber of Commerce to advertise Idaho. I asked Father if big beets was what he had seen so far ahead to build up the future on. He said yes, and all that went with them.

Life timeline of Mary Steel Chandler

Mary Steel Chandler was born on 17 Apr 1863
Mary Steel Chandler was 15 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.
Mary Steel Chandler was 20 years old when Krakatoa begins to erupt; the volcano explodes three months later, killing more than 36,000 people. Krakatoa, or Krakatau, is a volcanic island situated in the Sunda Strait between the islands of Java and Sumatra in the Indonesian province of Lampung. The name is also used for the surrounding island group comprising the remnants of a much larger island of three volcanic peaks which was obliterated in a cataclysmic 1883 eruption.
Mary Steel Chandler died on 22 Mar 1898 at the age of 34
Grave record for Mary Steel Chandler (17 Apr 1863 - 22 Mar 1898), BillionGraves Record 337262 Parker, Fremont, Idaho, United States