Rebecca McBride Wilson 1826-1902 #2
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Notes on Research Problems
Written on July 30, 1993 by Virginia Wilson and Marba Lazenby from source records in possession of Virginia.
BIRTHDAY OF REBECCA MCBRIDE WILSON
On Wilson family records Rebecca McBride's birthday is given as April 28, 1828 but after a search of original records we have concluded that her birthday is April 28, 1826. Source information is listed below:
1. Haun's Mill Massacre took place in 1838. Rebecca's history as told to her daughter Mamie Hubbard Dixon by Rebecca Wilson states, "when you were twelve years old....". The story of Haun's Mill continues. This makes her birthdate in 1826.
2. TIB Endowment House record 4087 in Book F on page 329 gives Rebecca's endowment date and sealed to husband date as 30 May 1868. This records gives her birthday as April 28, 1826.
3. Rebecca did the endowment for Keziah on 21 Oct 1896. The church TIB record for that event from the Manti Temple, 2969 in Book 2 on page 89 gives the death day of Keziah McBride, Rebecca's mother as 15 July, 1826. Family history says that Rebecca's mother died soon after her birth.
4. The 1870 Federal Census shows her age 44 which makes birth year 1826.
5. A photostatic copy of original Muddy Mission records shows birth as April 28, 1826.
6. Patriarchal blessing given Jan. 10, 1871 by Patriarch John Smith in Grantsville, recorded in the Church Historians office volume 42, page 1224 gives her birthdate as April 28, 1826.
Sources of disagreement:
1. Federal Census of 1880 show Rebecca Wilson age 52 years. This would make her birth year 1828.
2. Handwritten copy of Wilson family records with dates shows April 28, 1828 as birthdate. However, the "8" is very different than others on the page and looks like it could have been a six.
3. Pages taken from a McBride Family Bible show the following information:
Amos McBride was born March the 20, 1802
Keziah McBride was born February, 1803
Efaline McBride was born March 11, 1826. Died 1826
Lusinda McBride was born June 1825, died June June 1826
Rebeca McBride was born Apr 28, 18__
Keziah McBr decea
From the facing page:
James McBride was born January the 15, 1831 [maybe 1836?]
Nephi was born May 23, 1843
4. Handwritten records. Source unknown.
Kezia McBride was born February the 2nd, 1803
Efaline McBride born March 11, 1826, deceased July 15, 1826
__becca McBride born April 28, 1827
___________July 14, 1828 _______McBride born Jan. 15, 1831
REBECCA MCBRIDE CHILDREN
One day when Carolyn and Virginia Wilson were visiting Agnes in Anabelle Virginia asked what Agnes knew about the Knapp connection with the Wilsons. Agnes suggested that they go talk to Eunice in Richfield. After asking Eunice about it, Virginia sensed that Eunice hesitated, then she told the following:
Rebecca Wilson visited the rest home where Stephen Wilson, oldest son of Wellington Paul Wilson and his first wife Elizabeth, was staying. She had heard a rumor that some of Wellington Paul's children by his second wife were not McBrides. Grandmother was determined to get the the bottom of this. She walked down the hall with a determined step and came back satisfied but made no commemt. Nothing was ever said to indicate they weren't Wellington Paul's children.
At this same meeting Agnes and Eunice told Virginia that Rebecca McBride said on her deathbed, "Oh, the baby, the baby and I was only 16."
About a year later, Virginia was going to Annabelle with Agnes when Agnes suggested that they stop and visit Alice Allen to see if she knew about the the Knapps. When questioned, she replied that she knew there was a connection between the Knapps and Grandmother Rebecca's family but she did not know what it was.
While searching census records to try and verify the family group sheet of Rebecca and Wellington Paul, Virginia discovered census records in 1850 which list Rebecca and the children with a Knap husband saying "married within the year." Wellington Paul, Elizabeth and children live in the next dwelling and his name is given as Washington P. Wellington. In the 1960 census of Urbana Township, Monroe County, Iowa it lists Wellington Wilson with Elizabeth and seven children. Rebecca is listed separately as Rebecca Knap, head of household and the children Eveline, Ellen, Martha, Marcus, Catherine and Almira are listed as Knap.
This indenture made this 30th day of May in the year 1850 between Fleuellyn Knapp and his wife of the township of Union, Appanoose County, state of Iowa of the first part and Horace Tucker of Appanoose County, state of Iowa, party of the second part witnesseth that the said party of the first part for and in consideration of the sum of six hundred and fifty dollars lawful money of the United States of America to us in hand paid by the said party of the second part at or before the inscribing and delivery of these presents the receipt which is hereby acknowledge has granted, bargained, sold, affirmed, dismissed, released, conveyed, .....
......lying as follows one square acre of land, the Northeast corner of the Northeast quarter of the South quarter, section one is the afformention township, county, and state together with all and singular the appurtenances there such appertaining or in any wise the reversion and revision thereunder. Remainders and issues and privileges and also all the estate, rights, title, possession, claim, and whatsoever equity of the second party of the first part and every part and parcel with to have and to hold all and singular the above jurisdiction
unto the said party of the second party his heirs and assigns forever and the said party of the first part and his heirs as the said party of the second part and assigns against the said party of the second part, his heirs and assigns, against the said party of the first part, his heirs and assigns, all and every person, or persons whomsover lawfully claiming or to claim the same shall will warrant and by these presents forever defend. In witness whereof the said party of the first part has hereunto set there hands and seals. Signed in the presence of Alijah Cain, State of Iowa. Fleuellen Knapp, seal
Rebecca Knapp, seal
Appanoose County, I do hereby certify that on the 3oth day of May in the year of eighteen hundred and fifty reported C.B. Miller acting justice of the Peace, personally came Fleuellen Knapp, his wife Rebecca Knapp, the persons described in the above deed who have executed the same and acknowledged that they severally executed the same and the said Rebecca Knapp being_____and examined apart from her said husband acknowledged that she executed the said deed fairly and without fear or compulsion of her said husband.
State of Iowa, Appanoose County. Claudius B. Miller, Justice of the said district issued, received, filed for record in the recorders office of said county at one oclock on the 22nd day of June A.D. 1850 and recorded in Book 3, page 6. Witness my hand and testimony seal affixed at office in Unionville. June 22, A.D. 1850. Seal.
Davis Glass, recorder by William L. Manson, deputy.
Jesse Stephen Wilson 1899-1977
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LIFE STORY OF JESSE STEPHEN WILSON
(as written in 1963 with additions dictated
to Lilith during early 1977)
I was born on April 22, 1899 in a house just north of our last Hillsdale home. It had formerly been occupied by David J. and Adelia W. Wilson. This assertion can only be established from existing records and cannot be verified from personal recollection. My parents were Jesse Stephen Wilson and Rebecca Wilson. Their parents were George Deliverance Wilson and Martha Ann Riste and Wellington Paul Wilson and Rebecca McBride. This I can assert, they were all faithful Latter-Day Saints, and had a strong testimony of the Gospel.
I am the first son and the third child in our family of six boys and four girls. We arrived in the following order: Eunice, Agnes, Jesse Stephen, Wellington Paul, George Deliverance, Rebecca, Don Carl, Rulon McBride, Calvin and Leora.
One of my early childhood summers was spent on a ranch about four miles south of Hillsdale, then known as Dusetts. It is now the Lamond Heaton ranch. Both my parent's family and my Uncle Will's somehow managed to live in the two-room log cabin which is still standing. Our family next moved to the old family home on the brow of the hill, just east of Grandfather George Deliverance Wilson's sawmill. This home was built by Uncle George H. Wilson and his brothers especially for Wellington Paul and Rebecca, since they had prevailed on Uncle Paul to come to them after the death of their father, George Deliverance.
Some of my earliest memories were: seeing my grandmother Rebecca come across an open cultivated field enroute home with a string of fish; and me coaxing my mother for some of the medicine she was giving to my grandmother during her last illness which occurred when I was approximately three years old.
My early youth was spent in Hillsdale and many memories still linger of Church and school in the small sawed-log building that served for both purposes. Our branch belonged to the Panguitch South Ward. Uncle George H. Wilson was presiding Elder, David J. Wilson, Sunday School Superintendent and my mother Primary President. They with our teachers taught us well. We learned to love and live the Gospel. My school teachers in that one-room school were: Lula Wilson, Rachel Wilson, Lily Ivy, and Melvin Porter. There were around fifteen to twenty boys ranging in ages from five to eighteen when Mr. Porter arrived. He looked the situation over and declared, "These boys need some physical exercise", and he immediately started us building hurdles, horizontal bars, high-jumps, and he obtained a shot-put and he coached us in baseball, broad jump, races and stunt exercises.
As I grew older all our summers were spent on the farm ranch two miles east of Hillsdale, which has always been known as "The Canyon". Being the oldest boy I was Father's first-hand helper and learned to drive a team at an early age. oh, I must have been eight or ten when I first learned to drive the harrow and later to plow. Dad would sing as he worked, mostly some solemncoly song like "Nelly Gray", "Annie Laurie", "Spanish Cavalier," "Swannie River", and "In the Gloaming". Here is a quote from Eunice's letter:
"My fondest memories of father are about his singing. Every night was home night. He sang by the hour. He had a most beautiful voice and knew so many songs, enough to fill the evening. "Star Spangled Banner" and "Oh, My Father" were never missed."
Father and I had a project of reading the Book of Mormon together while we two were at The Canyon and the rest of the family was still at Hillsdale. One night he was just finishing an interesting chapter and we were preparing to eat our bread and milk supper when I decided some of the early multiplier onions would be a good accompaniment and I said, "Dad, do you want me to go and get some Lamanites to eat with our bread and milk?" This caused much humor then and ever after.
We put our milk cows up the canyon to feed. We boys had the responsibility to take them off in the morning and go get them at night in time for milking before dark. We rode a little bay pony named "Queen". He was a quick, spirited animal and jumped right out from under me several times. I recall riding him to look at Pa's traps that he had set where a cougar had killed a young horse a night or two before. As I rode up Flood Canyon through the big brush, nearing the place, suddenly he snorted, jumped and dumped me within six or eight feet of the trapped cougar. I wasn't slow in following Queen's retreat. He was good to stop and wait for his riders after spilling them. I rode back home and got Dad and his gun. The cougar was a big one - nine feet from tip to tip.
On July 24, 1913, tragedy and grief upset our family as well as our friends and community because of the accidental shooting and death of my brother Wellington. It was customary for the men of the community to have a target-shooting contest and they had used a chicken coop as a place to nail the target. After several rounds of shooting, the men decided to stop and we boys always liked to dig the slugs out and went into the chicken coop for that purpose. Not knowing we were there, one of the men said, "Let's shoot another round", and Wellington was killed with the first shot which happened to have been fired by Dad. Father especially was grief stricken. Eunice writes of him - "He was never well. Since his youth he had suffered much from cramps. The doctors first blamed his appendix, but later changed their minds. His death certificate read "stricture of the bowel". His last years were sad ones. Those cramps were so hard and came with little warning. They were the dread of our life. Anyway, he was a semi-invalid, and yet between sick spells he was a hard worker. No man ever worked harder. He did so well whatever he did; for example, take his irrigation. He could take a stream of water and handle it so well it was like a picture before him, like making a painting, a form of self-expression."
As a family struggling to gain a living, we suffered the tragic loss of father on November 12, 1916. To my mother and two older sisters should go the gratitude of the entire family for their courage and sacrifice in putting the family through the difficult and trying times ahead. I shouldered the main responsibility of the farm with Dill's help. Mother, my two older sisters, and the younger boys raised a garden which was always prolific, one of the best around if not the best; and that was not all she did. Here I quote Eunice -
"Mother could read aloud better than anyone who ever lived. Oh, how she read to us "Dicken's" Scott's "Lady of the Lake", Shakespeare, MIA reading course books - anything we could lay our hands on. What many hours we all sat to hear Mother read. And how she loved to hike over all the hills and pick pinenuts with us. Her hands would be all covered with sticky gum. She raised us out at the loved "Canyon" home and made us very happy."
The years following father's death were difficult to a degree but we were full of work and the family was happy. Summers were spent at the Canyon where grain, hay, potatoes, cattle, chickens and pigs were raised. Part of our farm was still protected by the old log fence, which had been constructed with considerable labor by our forbearers. The range cattle would find the weak spots and break into our fields and raise havoc. We would toggle it up. It would be a little better, then next thing they would be in again. I remember driving a range bull for more than a mile (on a moonlight night) to put him back up the Canyon. I had been in bed and asleep only a short time when I was awakened by mad bellering such as I never had heard before nor since. Immediately we were all up and peering over the garden fence to see two bulls in mortal combat, one pushed the other down and had him pinned under the bottom pole of the corral fence. He looked as if he would be gored to death. It really took courage to go out there in the middle of the night with a big club and drive the victor off, and again to go back and see if I could free the agonized bull from his fence trap. Dell went inside the corral to push on the critter and I, with great trepidation, grasped his tail and pulled with all my might, at the same time tensing my muscles ready to scale the pole fence should he turn on me. We finally got him dislodged. He stuck his tail between his legs and made a swift retreat bellowing as he went.
We had problems with our hay harvest. Rabbits and deer were making such inroads in the haystack that we decided a barn was a must. Arrangements were made with Brother Marshall to get lumber from his mill which was located around six miles south of Hatch. With our wagon and team (a bay named Dick and old Rouse, a roan) I would get a shirt-tail of lumber at a time (a jag of about 500 feet). How well I remember the first trip I made. I camped overnight at the mill and as there was good grass, I trusted the horses to stay there, but in the morning they were gone. I don't know when I ever felt so bad. I finally found them down along the river almost to Hatch.
With the help of my younger brother, we built most of the barn. When we got ready for the rafters, Uncle George came and helped us to get the right bevel on them.
My schooling was scanty. I did attend Murdock Academy one year where my sisters Eunice and Agnes were. They got their teacher's certificates there and were very generous in their help with family finances.
From time to time I worked on road construction with our team and scraper (a hand-made scoop). The road from the Bryce Canyon junction up to Red Canyon was the first one. Cedar Mountain road, near Duck Creek was another. One winter I drove a four-mule team for a road construction company in Nevada.
We were able to dispose of potatoes quite readily, and so increased our acreage and this demanded an adequate storage place so our next project was to build a potato cellar. We designed one approximately 20 x 50 feet, having native stone walls and cedar post roof. The posts were covered with straw and then gravel. It is still in use. Lilith has asked me how we ever got those larger stones in place, and I wonder now. Our equipment was the team and lizard (planking nailed across poles which could be pulled by a team) plus manpower.
One winter I went with Dimick Huntington, a successful trapper, on a trapping expedition on the Colorado River. We took a wooden boat (all precut) and assembled it on the river bank. Lon Fallis was the third party member. As to amassing a fortune - we did not; but had some interesting experiences.
My church activities began early. I was in the Presidency in the Aaronic Priesthood quorums and a ward teacher. Then after Hillsdale Branch was transferred to Hatch Ward in 1924, I was asked to join the ward choir and be on the Ward recreation committee. I readily accepted since Lilith was already affiliated with both. In 1927, Bishop Barnhurst asked me out of the clear blue "Why don't you go a mission?" "I wish I could". Somehow I did, and to my mother and brothers and sisters who made this possible goes my everlasting gratitude.
My mission was to Eastern Canada and many choice experiences still linger in my memory, and some not so choice, as this one: One day my companion and I were traveling in the country and were hot, dry, and dirty when we came upon a beautiful lake in the woods. With one accord we proceeded to disrobe and go for a swim, whereupon we discerned two men on the opposite side of the lake gesticulating and shouting wildly. Surmising that we were somehow in error, we hastened to don our clothing and go on our way. We had only proceeded a short distance when we came upon this sign: "St. John Municipal Water Supply."
I wrote this choice experience to Lilith on stationery with Joseph Smith Farm pictures and letterhead " . . . You can easily guess where I am by the letterhead and I shall always count in a very great privilege to have been here. We stayed at the Cumorah Farm one night and last night at the Prophet's home where the first part of the Book of Mormon was translated and had the wonderful opportunity of sleeping in the Prophet's own bedroom where the Angel Moroni visited him. I haven't words to describe these experiences. We visited all of the places of interest here, including Hill Cumorah, Sacred Grove, etc. It has all been very wonderful, even more than I expected. Elder Comish and I are making this trip on the highway, and though it involved a lot of walking, we certainly felt well paid. Before we get back to Vermont, we will have traveled over 500 miles on this trip alone, via missionary special.
For the past two months I have labored in Vermont and New Hampshire traveling almost the length and breadth of both states. My special work has been looking up old friends and saints who are so widely scattered that many of them have not been in contact with the church or missionaries for three or more years. During this time I have visited the Memorial Farm where the Prophet Joseph Smith was born. It was on the July 24 celebration and we had a wonderful time. It is one of the loveliest spots I was ever in and the Smith family living at the farm are my ideal of what a Mormon family ought to be. Of course they should be, for Brother Smith is a grandson of the Prophet's brother, Hyrum. Both Palmyra and the Smith farm in Vermont seem to hold some special appeal to missionaries, for among there many visitors they top the list."
Extracts from missionary journal:
"Monday, October 3rd, 1927
Arrived at missionary home about 9:30. Registered and was shown to room. Recd. physical exam which required about all forenoon. Lost about 5 to 8 dollars from clothes in the process. Attended meeting at 2 o'clock where we recd. very good instructions from Bro. LeRoy Snow. Went downtown and purchased a few articles of wearing apparel from Cutlers. Attended another good meeting at 8 o'clock p.m.
"Tuesday, October 4th
Two minutes late for devotional which was held at 7 a.m. Went to Salt Lake Temple at 8 a.m. where we (69 missionaries) went through Temple. Ate lunch at 3 p.m. at Hotel Utah Cafeteria (will know better next time). Came to room and wrote to Mother. Missionaries were all shown through Beehive House by lady in charge there. From there they went to YMIA Headquarters where they were instructed in MIA work by Sister Beesley. From MIA offices they proceeded to Mission home where they were given a class in English grammar (please note it hasn't taken affect yet). 6:15 dined at Whitehall Cafe.
Attended night meeting, speaker David O. McKay. He talked on honesty, being true, and chastity. It was very good.
Wednesday, October 5th
Attended devotional at 7; conducted by Pres. leRoy Snow. He told us of missionary experiences and mistakes that other missionaries have made that we might profit by.
Attended 9: o clock meeting. One speaker Adam S. Bennion on How We got the Bible. Visited down town for about 40 minutes. Went over to Deseret Gym with about 30 other Elders for exercises and basketball. This was part of regular schedules. Mark 84-25
Friday, October 7th
First day of conference. Opening remarks by Pres. Heber J. Grant. Both meetings very good. Principal themes - appeal to church members to obey, honor and sustain the law. After meeting Sat. afternoon Ellis and I were taken by Bishop Barnhurst for an auto ride through the city. We also visited Liberty Park and from there were taken out to dinner by the Bishop. We also attended the concert given in the evening by the Tabernacle Choir.
Tuesday, October 11
We were set apart for our missions today. We were also presented to the First Presidency and received some very good instructions from them.
Thursday, October 13
The last class day at the Mission Home. Very fine class conducted by Bro. Melvin J. Ballard. Sub. D&C, Sec. 1. Other very fine classes, especially one on singing by Prof. Stephens and the last class of the course by Bro. David O. McKay.
Day of departure to mission field. Spent most of day in preparation. Left S.L.C. at 9: p.m. on U. P.
Saturday 15 & Sunday 16
Long, tiresome ride through Wyoming and Nebraska. Very interesting and new though. Beautiful country. Arrived in Chicago about 4:30 p.m. After almost two days and night on train. Did not have opportunity for much sightseeing in Chicago on 17 and 18.
Left Chicago for Buffalo, N.Y. at 4:50. All night ride to Buffalo. Arrived in Buffalo at 7:30 Tuesday. Were met at station by gentleman who advised us to see Niagara Falls and go to Toronto from there. Went by street car line from Buffalo to Niagara Falls. Visited Falls and crossed bridge intending to go by bus to Toronto. Were stopped by Canadian Custom officials and after being thoroughly questioned were rejected and deported. Will follow instructions next time.
Arose early to meet the rest of the company at the R.R. station. Went with them to Niagara and visited custom officer again (nothing doing). He advised us that our only chance was to appeal to Canadian Officer at Ottawa. We wrote to this officer, also to mission headquarters in Toronto. Also wired Bro. Harold G. Reynolds at S.L.C. and explaining our predicament and asking for instructions. Received reply directing us to missionaries in Buffalo and advising us that it might be necessary to remain in Buffalo a few days. Went out and located missionaries who proved to be two lady missionaries. Spent a very enjoyable evening with them.
Moved from Hotel Washington to rooming house on Huron St. Had a very enjoyable visit with Miss Bushman (one of the missionaries). Went to Bro. Chambers who is presiding Elder of Buffalo Branch. Had a piece of pie and with he and his family attended a joint session of the Relief Society and Priesthood. Enjoyed very much the fine spirit of the Saints here in Buffalo. Oh yes, received another wire this time from Canadian Mission asking for details why we were rejected. We had already given them all we could.
Went down to Hotel Washington and learned that a message or call had come in. Prop. of Hotel supposed it to be a telegram. We spent about 4 hours trying to trace this message. Finally thinking it might be important and not being able to get any trace of it we wired to Canadian Mission telling them we didn't get the message and giving them our new address. We were invited to Chambers for supper and when we arrived, there was a letter awaiting us from Toronto telling us that they were working to get us into Canada and advising us to work with missionaries here meanwhile.
Sunday October 23
Attended the Buffalo Branch Sunday School. Enjoyed it very much, especially the music. Were asked to go out in the country and administer to two of the Saints (ladies) who lived there. Found them anxiously waiting and glad to see us. Was impressed by the faith of these sisters.
Were the guests of Bro. and Sister Anderson Sunday afternoon. Attended meeting in the evening where we were asked to speak. Enjoyed the meeting very well after we had finished speaking.
Monday Oct 24
Went up to Chambers at 10:00 (no mail). Visited shipyards and other places of interest until 3: when we went out to Andersons by invitation. We spent the evening visiting Niagara Falls. The sight of these falls under the high power spotlights with there different color combinations, which are continually changing, is a sight never to be forgotten.
Tuesday, November 8
Received a telephone call this morning from Pres. Hart. Told us he had written us about ten days ago. Sent my money and advised us to go and apply again to enter Canada. We went to post office and learned that this letter had been sent back to Toronto. We came back to our room and I called Pres. Hart. I learned that he had just recd. said letter and was sending it to me together with other letters from home. Hope to get through tomorrow.
Wednesday, November 9
Did not get mail until three o'clock. Recd. letters OK. we were successful in getting through today. Were treated very well by custom officers. Conversed with them on Mormonism and promised to send them a Book of Mormon. Arrived in Toronto about 10:00 p.m. where we met Pres. Hart and a number of the elders. Stayed at mission home.
Thursday, Nov. 10
Hurried to catch train. Rode all day through beautiful farming and timber country. Arrived in Montreal at 5:10 p.m. Left Montreal for St. John at 7:00 p.m. Rode all night through beautiful forests, woodlands, farming districts, etc.
Morning finds us about halfway through Maine still in this same beautiful type of country. About 10:00 a.m. we cross into the Province of New Brunswick. Arrived at St. John at 11:45 a.m. Went immediately to the abode of Pres. Armstrong and companion. Recd. instructions from Pres. Armstrong.
Saturday Nov. 12
Attended Priesthood meeting together with Elders. Elders Beecher, Purser and myself visited Sister Baun and were guests to her home for supper.
Sunday Nov. 13
It was announced in Sunday School that Elders Beecher and Wilson would talk in the evening meeting. We (the four Elders) were the guests of Sister Baun again this afternoon for supper. Meeting was very good this evening. All four of us had a turn preaching.
Monday Nov. 14
Left for Fredricton at 7:15 with Pres. Armstrong. Fredricton is about 65 miles up the St. John river. Were met at the station by Elders Grover and Durham.
Tuesday, Nov. 15
Elder Durham left for St. John. I am staying in his place with Elder Grover. We came to Woodstock today to visit investigators. Rode up with our landlord and wife.
Wednesday, Nov. 16
Walked out of Woodstock a mile or two on our way to ferry. Were picked up there by two gentlemen whom we rode with to said ferry. We gave them a brief history of our Church and told them what we believed in. Walked to ferry and shouted to ferryman on the other side. Succeeded in finding our friends, Mr. and Mrs. Fred Manuel without difficulty. Spent enjoyable evening with them.
Thursday Nov. 17
Walked about 5 miles on the way to Fredericton arrived about 2:00. Were lucky to get a ride most of the way. Spent remainder of day getting a new boarding place and room. Moved to our new room on 279 Brunswick St.
Monday 21 Nov.
First real day of tracting. Had some interesting experiences and conversations. Met people who were very friendly, who were openly hostile, and all the way in between.
Recd. letter from mother yesterday. Spent forenoon in studying, afternoon in tracting. We had a fine visit with a Baptist Minister, left with him Book of Mormon and some pamphlets. Recd. letter from Dill tonight.
Sunday Dec 4th
Conference today. Had some fine meetings, Pres. Hart was principal speaker. He was somewhat disappointed in attendance.
From conference went to Fredericton, N.B. Labored in Fredricton for two weeks till holidays. Stayed at Mrs. Waterhouse's place. Spent time in tracting, visiting, studying, etc. Went to Saint John for holidays. Elder Grover went on to Halifax. The five of us elders, Armstrong, Durham, Purser, Beecher, and I were in Saint John for two weeks during holidays. Had some fine visits with saints, also fine meetings. Was privileged to speak in meetings twice during holidays. Ate Christmas dinner at Browns.
Came back to Fredericton with Elder Grover. Weather very cold. Did some tracting during January, some visiting, and more studying. Finished reading "Vitality of Mormonism", :The Exiles", "Saturday Night Thoughts" and "Book of Mormon".
Elder Grover was transferred to Nova Scotia and Elder Durham came up from Saint John to labor with me. Still cold but we were able to do some tracting. Also had some fine visits with friends.
Spent a week in Woodstock and Lower Southhampton with friends. Enjoyed the trip very much and resolved to return again to Southhampton and hold some meetings with our friends there. Returned to Fredericton Tuesday, Feb. 14th. Have done some tracting since returning and a lot of studying.
Plenty cold day. Recd. letter and check book from Dill today. Also letter from a girl friend. Had fine visit with elderly couple on Saint John Street.
Spent most of day studying. Have read the D. and C. about five hours this evening. Made a visit to one of Elder Durham's friends and placed a Book of Mormon (Mr. Briggs). During the last six months of my mission I was District President, it is comparable to what Zone Leader is now.
All during my mission there was a choice girl in my mind. I had a constant prayer in my mind that she would wait for me and, not only that but that she would have me when I returned. I was able to persuade her, and 32 years and 13 children later I look back on the happiest period of my life. The first time I remember seeing her she had ridden Old Teddy over to our Canyon home on an errand. Her brown hair was in two big braids, she had beautiful brown eyes and rosy cheeks and it came to me "She is the girl for me".
Home from my mission in the fall of 1929, I did a lot of pondering about devising to increase my financial capabilities and finally settled upon the idea of a saw mill in Wilson Canyon.
There was an old steam engine available near Monroe. We purchased it, dubbed it "Old Geronimo". Elliot Barney helped me drive it part way home as he had had previous experience with a steam engine. Don and Rulon helped by gathering wood in a pickup for fuel. We drove it all the way to Wilson Canyon by its own slow power. It took the better part of 2 weeks to come 80 miles. In the spring of 1930 Lilith was back from Dixie College, living at Grandview farm some four miles south of Wilson Canyon. It is remarkable how numerous and varied means were found to negotiate this short distance. Eight miles round trip, just a short little hike for the evening. To make a short story long, we were married in the Saint George Temple, April 22, 1931 on my birthday, so that I could remember when it occurred.
The next four or five years were very happy ones. With my brothers, we had built a sawmill at Wilson Canyon and worked together as "Wilson Bros. Sawmill". Our little 2-room cabin was built with the first lumber we sawed. We first lived with my family at Wilson Canyon. That winter we spent with Lilith's folks at Hatch where Russell was born February 9, 1932. The next August we moved into our cabin sans doors and windows.
Virginia and Lloyd were welcome to our family April 30, 1933, and July 27, 1935, both born in our cabin at Wilson Canyon.
Our sawmill operation was fairly successful, but I had dreams of a bigger and more efficient sawmill located at Hatch. Lilith asked why I wanted to leave the Wilson Bros. Mill since it was adequately employing the Wilson Bros. My reply - "Just think of what a bigger mill would mean? How many more men could work and how much good would come of it?"
At the end of this period (Spring of 1936) we moved to Hatch and initiated the building of a larger sawmill which has been the cause of much toil and tribulation, and the means of our livelihood, directly or indirectly, ever since.
We called it Mammoth Lumber Co. It was a partnership with Jess Wilson, Pres.; B.H. Harrison, Secy.; Dill Wilson, Ellis Wilson, Elliot Barney, M.H. Barnhurst & Eldon L. Porter participating.
With borrowed money, we obtained machinery from many sources - anyplace we could fine needed equipment. Boilers came from an old cheese factory in Logan. By summer of 1937 we were operating efficiently and had added a planer with shed and office and it looked like smooth sailing; then suddenly B.H. Harrison died of a heart attack and I was laid up with back trouble and went to Richfield for treatment. Can you imagine the impact when I was informed by a well-meaning friend, Ed Lewis, that Mammoth Lumber Co. had burned to the ground (July 7, 1939). All this is less than a week.
But we were not liked. Some members pulled out. We reorganized with Eldon Porter, Ellis Wilson, Early Sawyer, Orlas Riggs, Wiley Huntington, John Barnhurst, John Meecham, Garth Heap and myself with L.L. Porter, Secretary. We got advice and a loan from the Church cooperative security Assn. to rebuild. Eldon and I set out to find the needed equipment; in Salt Lake City we were advised to go to Portland where good used sawmill machinery was available, so we drove straight through, taking turns driving day and night. By the time we reached Portland at nightfall on the second day, we were ready to turn in and stopped at the first motel we saw. We tumbled right into bed.
In the middle of the night, we were awakened by a terrible shaking and siren shrieks. I immediately recognized it as an approaching train, but Eldon had never slept where one was an jumped wildly out of bed and with pants in hand said, "Jess, Jess get up and get out of here, that darned thing is going to run right over us". I restrained him as the freight train lumbered within a few feet of the door. Our slumbers were disturbed several more times that night. When morning came and we surveyed the situation, we found that a second railroad track was within two blocks of us.
I now quote from a letter I wrote Lilith, "This morning have been negotiating with General Mach Co. with the aid of Pres. Bean of the Portland Stake. We are very pleased with the American #4 Mill and finished the deal. The freight will be cut in half by shipping with some Church Welfare stuff to Salt Lake City."
The Church Welfare program supplied us with commodities to subsist upon. The men accepted a pittance of cash, what commodities they needed, and waited for the balance. Prices at that time were: flour $2.65 a 100, cereal 10 lb. for 35 cents, sugar 10 lbs for 65 cents; carrots and onions 1 cent per lb; canned goods 9 through 16 cents per can, except for red salmon and raspberries at 20 cents.
One morning in 1948 a bombshell exploded. It was in the form of three men who "having authority" called at our home and when the door was opened in response to their knock, their leader in the form of Stake President A.L. Elmer, ignited the fuse thusly, "Well, there's no need of beating around the bush, we want you to be Bishop of the Hatch Ward".
The next eleven years were spent between sawmill, livelihood, Bishop responsibilities, family life best part.
By the end of this period all of our family were here -- all thirteen very choice people. At present we have four who have fulfilled missions, Russell, Virginia, Lloyd and Richard, with Wayne still in the field.
Through all the struggles of raising a family, gaining a livelihood and sending children to school and on missions, it has been wonderful.
Jess's history, either written or dictated by him ends here as he had increasing difficulty with speech, so I will add some:
The lowest yearly payroll for all Mammoth Lumber Company employees after rebuilding was in 1941 -- $6,492.00. The highest in 1956, $62,200.00. This was the last year the sawmill operated. Crofts Pearson Industries persuaded Eldon that the thing to do was shut down Mammoth Lumber Co. sawmill and devote the entire time to logging. Jess very reluctantly went along (after Eldon proposed that he and Jess split their ownership and he take the logging equipment and Jess the sawmill). Eldon developed leukemia and had to retire. Prices for logging fell. Russell had back problems and Jess developed Parkinsons disease. So they sold the logging equipment to C.P.I., except for one cat, which we kept to use at Wilson Canyon.
Jess spent 6 weeks in L.D.S. Hospital in the summer of 1970 to get experimental treatment for Parkinsonism with L-Dopa. It did help, but his health continued to deteriorate.
Our love and appreciation for each other seemed to grow as his health declined. He was so chagrined and embarrassed over having to be helped so much; yet "eternally grateful" as he put it.
The summer of 1971 and the building of the Cabin at Wilson Canyon was a memorable one for him. He often spoke of it and our happy days spent there together.
Kent, Hugh, Karl, Robert and Carolyn all joined our missionary force.
Church positions not already mentioned: Teacher for Priests, Adult Sunday School and M.I.A. classes, M.I.A. and Sunday School superintendent; Counselor in Stake High Priest Quorum, Chairman of Stake Genealogical Committee and Home Teacher.
He was Garfield Co. G.O.P. delegate to the state convention several years; ran for State Legislature - missed by small margin. Soon after Garkane brought electricity to Hatch, he and Neil Clove spearheaded the Hatch Water System. He donated the land for the location of the well and storage tank. Our home already had a modern bathroom by installation of an electric pump in the well. It was the first one in town.
Hobbies: Fishing, hunting, gardening, prospecting, singing, and playing the trumpet, Aaronic Priesthood outings and trips to basketball games at B.Y.U. He and his counselors were known as the "Singing Bishopric".
He always assumed his rightful position as head of his family. He was firm yet loving and exceptionally appreciative. He would never allow any of his family to speak disrespectfully or cross to anyone, especially me.
He was the easiest man in the world to cook for and was generous with his appreciation. Never once can I remember of him complaining about food. He liked whole wheat bread and would look at freshly baked loaves and say "What a beautiful sight" or "Isn't that a sight for sore eyes" or "What more could a man want." We even finished up the sauerkraut.
He had a keen sense of humor, a sparkle in his eyes, and an unforgettable smile.
He was a faithful Latter-Day Saint, devoted to L.D.S. principles and put church work first. When he became Bishop and was expected to be at Saturday meetings in Stake or Region, his boys lost their first-day fishing or hunting partner.
He was always a sweetheart to me; remembered me with various gifts - sometimes a rock he had found while watering, some wild flowers; a new set of china, a new dress after new babies, a set of oak chairs which he said would last my lifetime; a watch, and a new wedding ring for "my sweetheart".
For 46 years we were privileged to be together, raise our family with pride, joy and love.
Outline of Talk Given by Jess Wilson in Father's Day
Program in Sunday School
"What My Son Means to Me"
I have 8 sons, two who have filled missions, 2 priests, 1 teacher, and 1 deacon.
Temptations of young men to miss Priesthood
Recently my youngest son watched us as we filed out the door to go to Priesthood Meeting, and turning to his mother said, "Mom, when can I go to Priesthood with Dad?" What better reason could I have to live to be a good example?
Recently another son handing me his report card said "Dad, here's my report card. It is bad again. What do you think is wrong with me - heredity or environment?"
Heredity is established at birth. I feel that none of us would admit ours is not good. Environment we can do something about.
I expect my sons to believe that they have both a good heritage and environment, and if environment is not just right, to do something about it. Marks on a report card can be controlled. We make our own.
ONE OF EUNICE'S MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD
Our parents demanded obedience - they were quite strict with us. I remember the worst licking I ever got and I deserved it too.
It was when we were living in that old house down there by the road. They were trying to get Jess to go outside for something. It was dark and he was scared. They just worked and worked and worked to get him to go outside. When he finally went to go out, I just went down on all fours and went crawling after him. Boy - that was the maddest father and mother ever were at me. He just screamed and ran. Oh - he was awful little. I guess maybe about four years old. I was three years older; if he was four that would make me seven. I know I was plenty big enough I should have known better.
Rebecca McBride Wilson by two of her granddaughters
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This is a story written by Minnie Hubbard Dixon and Emma Jane Hubbard McBride about their grandmother, Rebecca McBride Wilson. It is written as if telling the story, “This is Your Life, Rebecca McBride Wilson.”
Minnie and Emma are sisters and are daughters of Elisha Freeman Hubbard and Almera Wilson Hubbard. Almera is a daughter of Rebecca and granddaughter of Thomas and Catherine McBride. Thomas is not closely related to the Don Carlos McBride family or the Robert McBride family.
It was in the early days of our nation and all had to work hard and do many things. Your grandparents, Thomas White McBride and Catherine John McBride, and other members of the family had gone from Loudon County, Virginia, to Ohio that they might live in a state free from slave-holding. It was while they were in Wayne County, Ohio, in 1831, that the first Mormon Elders came to their home and preached the gospel to them. Thomas McBride had never accepted the religious teachings of the day, but when he heard the gospel the Elders preached, he with many of his family, accepted it.
You were born the 28th of April 1828, in Wayne County, Ohio, the daughter of Amos Evans McBride and Keziah McBride. Amos, born 2 March 1802, was the third child of Thomas White and Catherine John McBride. Amos and Keziah were not related. You had two little sisters older than you: Lucinda, born 11 June 1825, and died in 1826, and Evaline, born 11 March 1826, who died at birth.
Your mother, Keziah, passed away 18 July 1828, when you were about two and a half months old. You went to live with your grandmother Catherine John McBride. Most of your childhood days were spent with her. You loved her very much and described her as a very neat and lovely lady. She read often to you from the Bible and showed you lovely pictures that seemed to be the joy of your childhood memories.
When you were twelve years old, you were working in the field with your grandfather Thomas McBride near Shoal Creek, Missouri, when you heard the commotion and guns being fired at Haun’s Mill. He put down his hoe and said, “They must be unloading lumber.” He told you to go to the house and he would go and see. It was the Haun’s Mill Massacre. He was murdered there on 31 October, 1838. He was later found and buried by his sons. (Other information indicates that “Father McBride” was cut and killed by someone with a sickle and then buried quickly in an abandoned well along with 13 other men people who were killed at the massacre.)
After some time, your father married Hannah (last name unknown). You were taken to live with them, but you were always unhappy there. Soon, there were little brothers and sisters in the family: Catherine, who you cared for and loved very much and Thomas, who was named for his, and your, grandfather. Thomas was always a kind brother to you.
You married Wellington Paul Wilson in 1847, in Iowa and had eight children born in that state. The desire to move to the west and be with the Saints came to your family, so after much preparation and planning by all the family, you left for Salt Lake City, Utah, in the Spring of 1864 with the William Warrens Company. The family consisted of Wellington Paul, the father, his first wife Elizabeth Boardman, her seven children, and you, the second wife with your eight children.
Steven Wilson, Elizabeth’s son, drove your wagon. You and your family were always very fond of him. The journey was hard and you suffered much. When you arrived in the mountains, many of the family contracted mountain fever. You and Elizabeth had each buried two daughters on the plains.
You arrived in Salt Lake City late in the fall of 1864. Wellington Paul Wilson took Elizabeth and the family to Logan where her relatives had settled. Your half brother, Thomas McBride, met you in Salt Lake City and took you to Grantsville, where your father Amos and a number of relatives were living. There you buried your only son, Mark, and a little girl. That winter your husband joined you and in the fall of 1865, he with your family, was called to go “on the Muddy” and help settle it. You were soon on your way. When reaching Monroe, you became very ill and the family laid over there for the rest of the winter. Wellington’s brother, George, had previously settled in Monroe.
Early in the spring of 1886, you were again on your way. Your family consisted of four girls: Evaline, Ellen, Catherine and Almera. In Monroe, you laid to rest another little girl named Grace. You stopped for a few days at St. George, then on to Santa Clara, where Evaline and Ellen secured work for the winter.
Soon after getting settled at the Muddy or St. Thomas as it was called, late in the fall of 1866, a little girl was born, but only lived a short time. You named her Dorcas. Later you gave birth to a little boy which you named Wellington.
After the death of two babies, you yearned for your two older daughters. Your husband went for them, but they had made other plans. Evaline had married Levi Hancock and Ellen had married Albert Steele. In May of 1868, you left Catherine and Almera with friends and you went to Salt Lake City where you received your endowment in the Salt Lake City Endowment House on 30 May 1868. You were able to see Evaline on the way, but missed seeing Ellen.
You returned home on the 19th of September, 1868. Another little girl was born whom you named Rebecca. When she was ten months old, the mission was broken up and you returned to Grantsville. The following spring, your husband was called on a mission to the New England States where he labored among his people for two years.
You were one that assisted in the delivery of J. Reuben Clark, Jr. and your daughter Almera knitted socks for him. You and your little girls went to keep house for an old man named Baker. You planted a garden, raised chickens, and you carded and spun and made men’s suits. You were very thrifty and could do anything that came your way.
You soon saw your daughter Catherine, marry Orin Barrus and they moved close to you. But one of your greatest trials came when your daughter Almera married Elisha Freeman Hubbard and moved to Hubbard, Arizona (near Pima) to make her home. You never saw her but once after that.
In 1888, your husband, yourself, and your daughter Rebecca, moved to Hillsdale, near Panguitch on the Sevier River. Your husband’s brother, George, had previously settled there. You left your daughter, relatives and friends without a murmur and went to make another new home. You built a small house and took your place in a small community.
Your husband passed away on the 29th of May, 1896, and was buried in Hillsdale. You went to live with your daughter, Rebecca and family, but always kept your home where you spent many hours. You made a dress – your last act – then went walking along the river. When you returned, you took a severe chill, lived six more days, and then passed away in May, 1902, at 89 years of age. You were buried by the side of your husband in Hillsdale, on the Sevier River.
Let this be said: You never wavered in doing that which was right. You stayed steadfast to the end; met the challenge many times and won.
Wilson, Stephen Fairchild, Reminiscence, 17-23 (Trail excerpt transcribed from "Pioneer History Collection" available at Pioneer Memorial Museum [Daughters of Utah Pioneers Museum], Salt Lake City, Utah. Some restrictions apply.)
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I have copied and pasted this history from this webpage: history.lds.org/overlandtravels/trailexcerpt
Early next spring 1864, my father said we must make a start for Salt Lake City on account of the persecution of our neighbors which grew more and more unbearable day by day. With all the haste we could command under the circumstances we got ready the best we could, and father fitted up his span of ponies and light wagon and one morning about 3 or 4 o'clock A.M. early in April 1864, he took us by surprise by driving the team into the door post close to the door and quietly said in a low voice make haste and load up no time to lose, and in less time than it takes to write it, Aunt Rebecca and her 6 children, my sister Sarah Alice and myself with our scanty bedding, clothing, a few dishes and small provisions we were packed into the little wagon all ready to start! Father said now—"Stephen is the teamster" and he held the lines while the "teamster" got firmly seated for the ponies were restless and seemed to catch the spirit of it and were impatient to start for Utah! It was about 4 a.m. and about the 5 of April 1864 when father handed the lines up to me saying "peace and good luck be with you" till father, mother, sister Elizabeth, brothers Ira Lyman, Oliver Cowdery and little Joseph Ellis Wilson mother’s baby and brother Sidney Smith, his wife Nancy Brizandine and baby boy 1 year old, with his light rig overtook us 50 miles from the old homestead which we left for the dogs to fight over!! I stopped at a place which father previously designated till they came up. That was indeed a happy reunion of a family of refugees fleeing from persecution which we suffered more or less since we fled from Nauvoo Illinois June 1846, a lapse of 18 years. We indeed felt to thank our Heavenly Father for our freedom in the pure fresh air of the prairies of western Iowa while on our journey to the promised land of Utah.
After several more day's travel of 150 miles taking turns riding and walking along side of the little rickety light family wagons, some of the family walking all the way. We arrived all well and safe at the Missouri River opposite the church Wyoming landing over to which we were soon ferried and said good bye to old Iowa and Ill. It was in the latter part of June 1864, when we crossed the River and were soon looked after at the church emigration headquarters. In a few days we were all baptized except father and mother and "aunt" Rebecca who were previously baptized in Illinois, prior to 1846. also little Joseph Ellis Wilson 6 years old. We were baptized in Weeping Water Creek which empties into the Missouri River near the Wyoming Landing by Elder George Bywater about the 1st of July 1864 and confirmed same day by whom I do not know. That baptism was one of the happiest days of my life. On coming up out of the water the spirit of testimony from above rested upon me in a manner that I shall never forget as long as memory lasts. It was a momentary joy I can not explain and a testimony to me that the ordinance of baptism by immersion is essential to salvation in the kingdom of heaven and that the Lord was pleased with what I had done. I felt that I entered the door of the kingdom of heaven which the Lord had set up in the last days through the prophet Joseph Smith the "choice seer" in fulfillment of the prophecy of Daniel II chapter and 44th verse.
Some time after the 4th of July a few days 1864, my father loaded mother and her children into Captain Warren's train of ox teams according to arrangement, Sidney my brother, wife and 2 children into Captain Canfield's train. Father took "aunt" Rebecca and her 6 children in his light pony wagon and traveled along with the trains till we arrived in Salt Lake City Utah about the 5th of October 1864.
About two weeks after we left the Missouri River and somewhere in Nebraska Territory—now a state—just as father and I were tieing the hame strings on his ponies they started in a second on the back road leaving their harness strung along the road for about two miles before they were overtaken by the horsemen belonging the two church trains of ox teams which both stampeded before you could say scat, and leaving broken wagon wheels, crippled oxen, wagons tipped over and mdse. provisions and all kinds of goods scattered along the road on the plains for about a mile or two. My mother was in one of the wagons which tipped over and a heavy goods box fell on her side and brok[e] two ribs. The effects of which made it uncomfortable for her to ride in the jolting wagons for a long time, but the Lord had a work for her to do in temple for the living and for the dead and He spared her life till it was done. We soon started on and soon passed some of our men repairing a wagon wheel which had been broken in the stampede. A few days after this incident our train passed by a small train of gentile freighters whose wagons were burning to ashes and all the provisions, bedding and clothing &c had been taken, also their animals, and 9 of the dead bodies of the freighters were lying stretched out side by side near the ruins, all of which was the work of the savage indians a few short hours before. I do not know whether our men buried them or not. Our trains did not stop, but I was among a number of the brethren who were walking and we saw the sight! Nothing more of importance transpired till nearly all of our family were down with the mountain fever a little before we reached the summit or south pass, where my sister Elizabeth died and was buried by the road side. The trains cannot stop for funerals; two or three persons have to stop long enough to bury the dead, hastily. Two or three days after that my teamster called me out of mountain fever stupor saying Stephen, look! there goes your father with your last full sister Miss Sarah Alice Wilson in his light wagon to the Echo grave yard. With great I looked over the side of the wagon box in which I was riding and saw the light wagon go by at the forks of the road just behind my wagon. In a day or two we arrived in Salt Lake City about the 4th of Oct. 1864 near fall conference.
REBECCA MCBRIDE WILSON
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SKETCH OF THE LIFE OF REBECCA MCBRIDE WILSON
(This sketch of the life of Rebecca McBride Wilson was written October 6, 1958 by her daughter Rebecca Wilson and granddaughters Minnie Hubbard Dixon of Pima Arizona and Eunice Cope of Richfield, Utah.)
Rebecca McBride was the daughter of Amos Evans McBride and Keziah McBride. Rebecca's uncle, James McBride in his autobiography stated that Keziah's father was Robert McBride and no relation to the family of her husband Amos. To date we have no further information regarding her parentage. The father of Amos McBride was Thomas White McBride, killed in the Haun's Mill Massacre, recorded in Church History. His mother was Catherine John.
Amos and Keziah were married in Wayne County, Ohio on 23 March 1825. To them were born three girls - Lucinda born 11 June 1825, died 1826, Evaline born 11 March, 1826 died 1826 and Rebecca born 28 April 1828. Soon after Rebecca's birth her mother died 15 July 1828.
Rebecca's early childhood was spent with her paternal grandmother Catherine John McBride. She loved her grandmother very much and describes her as being a very neat lady, always wearing a white "kerchief" about her neck. She always remembered and talked about her grandmother's big Bible with its many pictures and bible stories told her by her grandmother. One of the high lights of her entire life were these days with her grandmother.
Rebecca's uncle James McBride leaves us our only record of the McBride family during this period. They moved from Laudon Co. Va., in the spring of 1810 to New Lancaster, Fairfield Co. Ohio. In March 1820 from Fairfield Co. to Wayne County, Ohio, where the family settled on unbroken land to make a farm on the Red Haw river, a branch of the Mohegan River. It was here that Amos married Keziah. Here in 1831 Thomas Tripp and Harvey Green two Mormon missionaries, brought the gospel to the McBride family, when the church was one year old and Rebecca was three years old.
Some of the members of the family were soon baptized and Grandfather Thomas McBride gave up the lease on the farm to gather with the saints in Jackson Co., Mo. They left Wayne County Aug. 1833 and stayed in Richland Co. Ohio until the spring of 1834. In June 1834 they arrived in Pike Co., Mo. where they remained for about 2 years. In the spring of 1836 they moved into Ray County where they stayed for three months suffering much from ague [malaria-like fever] and fever. All Rebecca's life she suffered by spells, from the results of ague contracted in her early life. In regard to this experience James says "The howlings of the mob were heard on every side, and it was decided that we move to Caldwell. In September, my father, taking with him what of his children yet remained at home, and accompanied by James Dayley and wife, moved to Caldwell Co. and settled about three fourths of a mile from Haun's Mill on Shoal Creek. There, my father entered from government, eighty acres of land and began to make a home."
We know that Rebecca and her father Amos and his family were with the McBrides at this time. We do not have the date of his marriage but we know that sometime before this move Amos had married a woman by the name of Hannah________, and that Rebecca was taken to live with her step-mother, where she was not happy. Hannah had a daughter born to her, Catherine, whom Rebecca cared for and loved very much, also her half brother Thomas. (In later life this sister Catherine married 1st Mr. McCune and 2nd an Outhouse. She had children by Mr. McCune. Rebecca's half brother Thomas married in Kirtland, Susan Sampson. They had several children. Mother (Rebecca Wilson) remembers Susan's death in Grantsville Utah. Wellington Paul Wilson composed a poem for the occasion of her death. Thomas later married Lovisa Higsley but Lovisa later left him and Thomas married a Mrs. Utley).
When Rebecca was between 10 and 11 years old she was hoeing in the field with her father near Haun's Mill, Shoal Creek Mo. She heard guns being fired at Haun's Mill. Her father threw down his hoe and said, "They must be unloading lumber." On this day October 30, 1838, her grandfather Thomas McBride was murdered with the others saints at Haun's Mill Massacre. ( See complete account of this event in Church History and in the Autobiography of James McBride.)
Rebecca McBride married Wellington Paul Wilson and their first child Ester Evaline, was born 25 Aug. 1848 in Iowa. They had nine children born in Iowa. They were Evaline, Ellen, Martha Ann, Marcus, Emma Catherine, Almera, Fanny, Mabel and Lavina. Grace born in 1864 may have been born someplace else. In the spring of 1864 they started for the West. During the previous year they had been making every preparation they could for the journey, killed pigs, cured meat, made fat into soap, etc. The children went into the woods and gathered berries which they dried. They came west with the William Warren Company.
The family at that time consisted of Wellington Paul Wilson and his first wife Elizabeth Boardman Smith and her nine children, Stephen Fairchild, Wellington Paul, Sidney Smith, Maryetta, Elizabeth, Sarah Alice, Clarissa Jane, Ira Lyman and Oliver Cowdery and Joseph Ellis. His second wife Rebecca McBride and her 9 children. During the years 1864 and 1865 this family lost by death, of Rebecca's children, Martha Ann, Marcus, Fanny, Lavina, and Grace. Their journey was a very hard one, filled with privations and suffering. The family had what was called Mountain Fever, which caused the death of a number of the children mentioned above, and left others so weak that they died soon after arrival in Utah. Rebecca was very fond of Stephen, oldest son of Wellington Paul and Elizabeth. He drove Rebecca's team across the plains. Stephen was a cripple all his life from an abscess on his leg. He always walked with cane or crutches.
They arrived in Salt Lake City October 1864. Rebecca's brother Thomas met them in Salt Lake City and moved Rebecca and her family to Grantsville where her father Amos and a number of McBrides had settled. (In the year 1937 Rebecca's daughter Almera Wilson Hubbard visited Grantsville and pointed out the exact spot where they had climbed from their wagons when they first arrived in Grantsville).
Rebecca and her family lived in Grantsville during the winter of 1864 and 1865. Here she buried Marcus and Lavina. She was joined during the winter by her husband Wellington Paul who had been in Logan with the first wife Elizabeth. In response to a call from Brigham Young for settlers to go to the Muddy, Wellington Paul and Rebecca left Grantsville in the spring of 1865. They stopped at Monroe Utah at the home of his brother George Deliverance Wilson. Their daughter Grace died in Monroe in August 1865. During this winter Rebecca was very ill so they remained at Monroe likely the winter of 1865-6. We do not know when they left Monroe but daughter Almera Hubbard tells of climbing into a cotton bin in St. George on their way to the Muddy, and being scolded for doing so. In the autumn or late summer of 1866 they were in Santa Clara where they dried fruit to take with them to the Muddy. They left Evaline and Ellen at Santa Clara to work and took with them into the Muddy Catherine and Allie [Almera].
A daughter Dorcus (named for Rebecca's Aunt Dorcus McBride who married Harrison Severe) was born at St. Thomas Nevada in 1866. Rebecca said that Dorcus was a fine strong baby and should have lived but for their privations. They suffered much and had no provisions to keep her warm and comfortable. She died in 1866.
Wells, born in 1867 was a very frail baby and lived but a short time.
After the death of these two babies, Rebecca was very unhappy. She had expected Evaline and Ellen home. Wellington Paul had made a trip into Utah to bring the girls back but they did not come. Because of her grief her husband took her to Utah to see the girls. She saw Evaline but not Ellen. Evaline had married Levi Ward Hancock and Ellen had married Albert Almon Steele. On this trip Wellington Paul and Rebecca went to Salt Lake City and received their endowments in the Endowment House 30 May 1868. Their last child, Rebecca was born at St. Thomas, Lincoln Co., Nevada 19 September 1868, being the only child in their family born under the covenant.
Evaline moved to the Muddy and was with her Mother there. Evaline's first child John Hancock was born about the time of the birth of her mother's last child.
Wellington's brother, George Deliverance Wilson and his family moved to the Muddy about this time. The reunion must have been a joyous one as the love between these two families was always great.
When the new baby Rebecca was between eight and ten months old, the Wellington Paul family moved back to Grantsville, Utah. The baby took her first steps in a little stream of water on the way to Utah. Later she learned to walk by the four-o-clocks in "Grandpa Baker's" yard at Grantsville. It is not know whether a mission call was their reason for leaving the Muddy, or whether this call came through the Grantsville Ward, but Wellington Paul left soon to fill a mission in the New England States, going back to his old home in Burlington, Vermont.
During his absence Rebecca kept house for an old gentleman whom the children knew as "Grandpa Baker". They were happy with him. He had a garden and chickens ad was kind and good to Rebecca and her young daughters. When Wellington Paul returned from his mission they moved into a home of their own. The daughter Catherine married Orrin Barrus and he was always very kind to her parents. Rebecca was always a very thrifty hard working woman and very resourceful to use whatever materials were at hand. She did many things to help make a living for her family. Orrin Barrus gave them a lot and helped to build a house.
Rebecca learned to make straw hats for sale. Some of the straw would be bleached with sulphur smoke under a wooden tub. She dyed straw with walnut shells, madder [brilliant red extract from the root of the madder plant] and cochineal [a brilliant scarlet coloring matter made from the dried bodies of female coccus insects]. She gathered willows and made many baskets for sale. At one time Wellington found a nest of wild duck eggs. Having on 2 pair of pants, he took off one pair and carried the duck eggs home in the seat of his pants. Rebecca put them under a setting hen and hatched a brood of ducks. One of the ducks especially became a great pet, and would splash in the tub of water which Rebecca used in making her baskets. She knit woolen socks for sale. One day her neighbor, Joshua Clark, father of J. Reuben Clark, came and asked her to make him a pair of socks by morning. She worked all night. She made one sock and her daughter Allie made the other. The next morning when Bro. Clark came for his socks she apologized for the shape. Brother Clark said, "It is a poor foot that can't shape its own sock". As the girls grew older both Allie and Rebecca went out working to help sustain the family.
In the spring of 1888 the family left Grantsville and moved to Hillsdale, Utah a small town 10 miles south of Panguitch on the Sevier River where the family of George Deliverance, Wellington Paul's bother lived. A year or so before the move they had traveled to Hillsdale to pay a visit to the family. George died 18 October 1887. His widow Martha Ann, and her family were very lonely and prevailed on "Uncle Paul" to come to them. It must have been a hardship to Rebecca to leave her comfortable home in Grantsville, the McBride people there, her married daughters, Catherine in Grantsville and Evaline in Goshen, and go with her husband to his people to this forsaken, out-of-the-way place. She moved without complaint. Only once in the rest of her life did she return to her married daughters and the old loved home in Grantsville. Once Rebecca took her young daughter Rebecca and together they drove a little cart the long distance from Hillsdale to Grantsville.
When they moved to Hillsdale the George Deliverance family welcomed Rebecca and her 19 year old daughter Rebecca with open arms. The nephews built a little log house on the brow of the hill by the old mill race. "Uncle Paul" took his place as community school teacher and Rebecca as midwife and nurse for the community. The service she gave is beyond measure. She loved the Sevier River and spent many hours wandering along its banks fishing for the good fish that then abounded there. Old men now who were the boys at that time, tell how they loved to go fishing with her and how she taught them how to fish. The fish she caught helped much with the food problem. All her life she improved every opportunity to help with family finances. She gathered willows from the banks of the Sevier River and made many baskets to sell and give away. Some of them huge sturdy clothes baskets and some of them dainty little open work baskets. She had learned this art in her girlhood back in the States. A woman there had refused to teach her basketry, so she hid in the brush and watched and thus learned the art. Perhaps this was the reason she was always so willing to teach basketry to anyone who wanted to learn. She was gifted in all kinds of handwork and soon learned to do anything she saw others do. She made many quilts on shares. Rebecca was always filled with industry and interest in anything new.
She had been given a Patriarchal blessing which promised her, "Thou shalt council wisely among thy sex, and be an instrument in the hands of the Lord in doing much good." This blessing was certainly fulfilled in her life. As a mid-wife she brought many babies into the world and it was a source of great joy to her that she had never lost a baby or a mother that she had cared for in confinement.
She was a real lover of children and all children loved her. She was always doing things to make children happy. She could live in this world and influence lives as few people have the power to do. She was quiet, long suffering and patient. Whatever the trials or the heart aches she felt she was always cheerful. The welfare of others was always her first consideration.
Her husband died 29 May 1896 and was buried in the Hillsdale Cemetery. After his death Rebecca lived with her married daughter, Rebecca, much of the time, but she always retained her own home and often went there to sleep.
Rebecca died May 1902. At the time of her death she had people gathering willows for her baskets. One day she had made herself a new dress. This dress, still in existence, fits an average slim 16 year old girl. Being tired she had finished sewing she went fishing. She came home sick with a chill. She was ill about six days suffering much. She had always suffered more or less from ague acquired during her early life in Iowa. She was 74 years old at the time of her death, the only child who had lived of a mother who died soon after her birth. Rebecca was the mother of 14 children. Of this number only five girls reached maturity. These girls gave her 54 grandchildren and today, [the year] 1958, her posterity is most numerous. She was buried beside her husband in the Hillsdale Cemetery.
ITEMS FOR HISTORY OF REBECCA MCBRIDE
FROM HISTORY OF JAMES McBRIDE (uncle of Rebecca)
"To my mother was born Rebecca, Ruth, Amos (father of Rebecca) Mary, Hannah, Elizabeth, Susan, Thomas, Sarah, Isabelle, James, Catherine and Dorcas. There were two other girls born in the family that dies when infants, and I think they were not named. The first seven above named were born in the State of Virginia, in which state Susan died."
"My father left Virginia in the spring of 1810 and moved to the New Lancaster, Fairfield Co., Ohio... In March 1820, my father moved from Fairfield Co to Wayne Co, a distance of about one hundred and ten miles, taking with him, Ruth, Amos, Elizabeth, Thomas, Sarah, Isabelle and myself."
"Amos McBride married Keziah McBride--a daughter of Robert McBride, but no relation to my father's family."
"While my father lived on the Red Haw, a branch of the Mohegan, on the lease,...came first to us the sound of the everlasting Gospel, as revealed to man in these last days. It was the Gospel of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints; proclaimed by two elders--Thomas Tripp and Harvey Green... My father who previously had not felt to join any Christian denomination, now opened his house and welcomed the elders to his home. The first sermon preached on the Red Haw, by the elders of this church was preached in my father's house in April 1831, by the above-named elders."
"My father sold the lease and in August 1833, accompanied by brother Amos and his family and James McMillen and family started to Jackson County Missouri to join the Church. the season being well-advanced, he was not able to get further than to Richland County, Ohio that season... My father stayed in Richland County till the spring of 1834, when accompanied by Amos and family, James McMillen and family, he started to Missouri.... In the latter part of June 1834, we arrived in Pike Co., Mo.... In the spring of 1836 the company above-mentioned moved to Ray County... We stopped here about three months... The howlings of the mob were heard on every side and it was decided that we move to Caldwell."
"In September, my father taking with him what of his children yet remained at home, and accompanied by James Dayley and wife, moved to Caldwell County and settled about three fourths of a mile from Haun's Mill in Shoal Creek... It was decided that a guard should be kept at the mill."
"One beautiful afternoon on the 30th day of October 1838, my Father came home from meeting with the brethren at the mill. He talked with me, and told me the arrangements made. He was called to help to form the guard. I was sick at the time, and with the every-other-day ague, and father said on y well day, I should take his place with the guard and that he would guard on the day that I was sick. That with himself and me, we wished to fill one man's place. You will remember, my father was then in his sixty-third year. During the summer he had been very sick, but having recovered, appeared to feel very well; in fact I think he looked better than I had ever saw him."
"Father was in good spirits, and his countenance wore a cheerful expression. Having shaved himself with his usual style, leaving side beards and taking with him his gun and blankets started on his return to the mill to join the rest of the guard. Mother with Sister Dorcas started to visit a neighbor woman, living about a quarter of a mile distant from father's place. This being the day that I was sick, the next day I should have taken father's place with the guard..."
"The day was gradually passing, evening was coming on. The large red sun so characteristic of an Indian Summer shone through the smokey atmosphere. All was still.:
"My father had but little more than got to the mill. In fact not more than thirty minutes had elapsed from the time he left the house, when a gun was heard; and another followed by the deadly crack of musketry which told too well the fate of all who fell a prey to the blood-thirsty mob."
"Perhaps not more than six minutes had passed from the firing of the first gun, till the massacre was accomplished, the bloody deed was done. The firing ceased--the screams of Mothers, daughters and the wounded told the dreadful tale."
"That bloody picture in the book of time; may it every stamp with stigma the brow of the government that offered not a protecting hand to those who were ruthlessly cut down--wounded; or were made widows and orphans, at the Haun's Mill Massacre...
"Brother Amos having been detailed on the previous day to get wood for the families, was on his was to the mill when he was told there had been serious trouble there. His home was about three miles from the mill and he was detailed on guard, was not at the mill at the time of the slaughter. He went on; and passing the mill a short distance, came to Haun's house. The first object that met his eye in human form was the mangled body of my murdered father, lying in the door yard."
"He had been shot with his own gun, after having given it into the mob's possession. Was cut down and badly disfigured with a corn cutter, and left lying in the creek. Some of the women had dragged him from the creek into the door yard and left him there. One of his ears was cut from his head, deep gashes were cut in his shoulders; and some of his fingers were cut till they would almost drop from his hand."
"A few rods south of the blacksmith shop was an unfinished well, about eight or twelve feet deep; but no water was in it. This made the sepulchre for the dead. Fifteen murdered persons, including my father were carried on a board, one at a time, and dropped into that well by brother Amos McBride, James Dayley and Jacob Myers; they being the only three able-bodied that were present. Also Harrison Severs helped bury them."
"About the first day of November, being tired of lying out in the woods, I concluded to venture a trip to the mill....I went to a house in which a widow woman lived, by name Nap. Her husband was a victim of the massacre."
"One day, having worked my way back into their midst (the mob), I discovered that a man by name Robert White, who was a member of the Church had turned traitor and gave the enemy all the information he could about the Mormon families, and their situation. The captain who was aside instructing his men, I overheard mention my brother Amos's name, as one having a gun, which he said was hid in a hollow tree. And if he refused to give it up when called for, they were instructed to shoot him down without further ceremony... I...made my way across the hills, to where Amos lived, and told him what I had heard. I advised him to go and get his gun, and when demanded of him to give it to them, as we were betrayed and if he tried to keep his gun, he would lose his life...Amos done as I had advised him. A few days later, Brother Amos, James Dayley and David Lewis were taken prisoners. They were kept a few days, harassed and tormented and set at liberty."
"It was now necessary to get rid of our home at the mill, in the best way we could. If we could get something for it, well and good, and if not, we were to leave it anyhow. The place was worth about one thousand dollars. In February 1839 the place was sold for an old vehicle worth forty dollars, an old horse worth about twenty dollars and a mare worth forty dollars. In all we did not get more than one hundred dollars for the place. Dependent on this was my mother, my two youngest sisters and myself, my brother Amos and family, James Dayley and family, also Harrison Severe a young man who afterward married my sister Dorcas, numbering in all about seventeen persons."
"In the spring of 1840, about the last of April, I started to Nauvoo, Hancock County, taking with me my mother and sister Catherine. Accompanied by Amos and family, James Dayley and family and Harrison Severe and wife, also a young man William Pope who afterward married Catherine."
"In April 1846 we left Nauvoo, directing our course westward....
and stopped in Appanoose County, Iowa....On the 17th day of May 1850, having disposed of our homes in Appanoose County we again started west. In company with myself were Captain James Dayley, Harrison Severs, and William Pope and families, also my sister Mary and her children."
THIS WAS YOUR LIFE -GRANDMOTHER REBECCA McBRIDE WILSON
by Mamie Hubbard Dixon.
You were the daughter of Amos McBride and Keziah McBride - No relation. You were born the 28th of April 1828 in Wayne Co., Ohio; you had two little sisters older then you. Lucinda was born 11 June 1825, died 1826 and Evaline born 11th of March 1826, died at birth. Soon after you were born--15 July 1828 your mother passed away. You were sent to live with your grandmother Katherine John McBride. Most of your childhood days were spent with her; you loved her very much and described her as being a very neat and lovely lady. You grandmother read much to you from the Bible and showed you lovely pictures that seemed to be the joy of your childhood memories.
After some time your father married Hannah . You were taken to live with them but always was very unhappy. Soon there was little brother and sister in the family. Katherine., that you cared for and loved very much also. Thomas was always a kind brother to you.
When you were twelve years old you were working in the field with your grandfather, Thomas McBride near Shoal Creek Missouri. You heard the commotion and guns being fired at Haun's Mill. Your grandfather put down his hoe and said "They must be unloading lumber." Told you to go to the house and he would go and see. It was the Haun's Mill Massacre. He was murdered there the 31st of October, 1838; was found later and buried by his sons.
You married Wellington Paul Wilson in 1847 in Iowa. You had eight children born in Iowa. The desire to move to the west and be with the saints came to your family, so after much preparation and planning by all the family you left for Salt Lake, Utah in the spring of 1864 in the William Warren Co. The family consisted of Wellington Paul, the father, his first wife Elizabeth Boardman, 7 children and you, the second wife with 8 children. Stephen Wilson, Elizabeth's son drove your wagon. You and your family were always very fond of him.
The journey was a hard one; you suffered many hardships. When you arrived in the mountains many of the family contracted the Mountain Fever. Elizabeth buried two little girls and you buried two little girls on the plains. You arrived in Salt Lake the late fall of 1864. Your half-brother, Thomas, met you in Salt Lake and took you to Grantsville where your father was living and a number of relatives.
Wellington Paul took Elizabeth and her family to Logan where her relatives had settled.
There (Grantsville?) you buried your only son, named Mark and a little girl. That winter your husband joined you and in the fall of 1865 he, with your family was called to go on the Muddy and help settle it. You were soon on your way. When reaching Monroe, you became very ill and the family laid over the rest of the winter at Monroe Utah, where Wellington Paul's brother George had previously settled. Early in the spring of 1866 you were again on your way.
Your family consisted at this time of our girls, Evaline, Ellen, Katherine, and Almera. You had laid to rest another little girl named Grace at Monroe. You stopped for a few days at St. George, then on to Santa Clara where Evaline and Ellen secured work for the winter.
Arriving at the Muddy or St. thomas, as it was called, late in the fall of 1866, soon after getting settled there a little girl was born but only lived a short time. You named her Dorcas. Later you gave birth to a little boy you named him Wellington. After the death of the two babies you yearned for your two older daughters. Your husband went after them, but they had made other plan. Evaline had married Levi Hancock and Ellen, Albert Steele. So in May of 1868 you left Katherine and Almera with friends and you went to Salt Lake where you received your endowments in the Salt Lake Endowment House May 30, 1868. You got to see Evaline, but missed Ellen on the way.
You returned back to home. On the 19th of September 1868 another little girl was born. You named her Rebecca. When she was ten months old the mission was broken up and you returned to Grantsville. The following spring your husband was called on a mission to the New England States where he labored among his people for two years.
You and your little girls went to keep house for an old man named Baker. You planted a garden, raised chickens, you carded and spun and made men's suits. You were very thrifty and could do anything that came your way. You soon saw your daughter Catherine marry Orin Burrus and they moved close by you. But one of your greatest trials came when Almera married Elisha F. Hubbard and moved to Arizona to make her home. You never saw her but once after.
In 1888 your husband, yourself and daughter Rebecca moved to Hillsdale, near Panguitch on the Sevier River. You left your daughter, relatives and friends without a murmur and went to make another new home. His brother, George D., had previously settled there. They built a small house and took their place in a small community. Your husband took up teaching and you were midwife and nurse. It has been said you never lost a woman in childbirth. You loved your home on the Sevier. Much of your time was spent fishing and visiting young children. It is said my many in that part of the county, "Aunt Becky Wilson learned me to fish". While they fished you would gather willows and make baskets--an art you learned early in life.
You husband passed away 29th of May, 1896 and was buried in Hillsdale. You went to live with your daughter Rebecca and family, but always kept your home where you spent many hours.
You made a dress--your last act--then went walking along the river. When you returned, you took a severe chill, lived six days and passed away, May, 1902 and were buried by the side of your husband in Hillsdale on the Sevier River.
You left five daughters--your grandchildren from them number 50, but your posterity at this time numbers probably nearly 1,000.
Let this be said--you never wavered in doing that which was right, stayed steadfast till the end--met the challenge many times and won.
Dear Mother mine you gave me much;
not wealth, nor power, but creed;
Conceived in deeds of human love,
By childish eyes quite unperceived.
Yet, looking now I see the blue of skies
and pink of rose and apple bloom
And wool you wove upon the thread
of life's majestic loom
The shining loaves of kneaded bread,
the plum and peach preserves,
the Acorn print on butter molds
and love and lessons unreserved.
The hands that washed the new-born babe,
and snipped the naval cord,
Or closed the eyes in silent rooms
and comforted ones bereaved.
And though I see you and touch you not
I feel you near each day,
to make my feet a path unto
a bridge to cross the way.
FROM RACHEL THOMPSON, DAUGHTER OF GEORGE HYRUM WILSON (oldest son of George Deliverance)
"Dear Agnes: Once you asked me to write something about your grandparents. I have been a long time thinking about it and finally came up with this. It isn't at all what I wanted, but hope it will give you some idea of how very wonderful they were... Rachel
...Uncle Paul and his wife, "Aunt Becky" lived in a small log house on the brow of the hill overlooking the river. The mill race for the sawmill was between the hill and the river. The sawmill was just north of the house where they lived."
Uncle Paul's wife was Rebecca McBride, a granddaughter of Thomas McBride who was killed at the Hauns Mill Massacre.
I don't know much about their family except the youngest daughter who was also named Rebecca and called "Becky". She lived at Hillsdale and when she married our uncle, Jesse Stephen Wilson, we children were confronted by quite a problem--we had two "aunt Beckys." We settled it by calling the older one "Grandma Becky."
It was grandma Becky tho taught me how to make baskets. It was in the summer of 1896 when I was ten years old. Some time, somewhere in her earlier life she had mastered this trade. With the common ordinary willows growing along the river and streams, and in the pastures, we made the most beautiful and useful baskets. Hers was truly a wonderful art.
The long, slender shoots were cut from the willows in the springtime when the sap had risen and made the bark easy to pull off: the "whistle stage" we called it. The willows must be peeled or stripped of their bark immediately, for, after standing a short time, the bark or peeling adhered to the willow and could not be removed. After peeling, the willows were tied in bundles and left to dry and shrink, "season" we called it. Grandma Becky used to have "Peeling bees" and we children were invited to help strip the bark from the willows. In those pioneer days there were all kinds of "bees" where people helped each other with their work. Nearly always she had a little treat of some kind for us when the work was finished. We all loved her very much.
While teaching me that summer she often told me stories of her pioneer life. She said they had all kinds of "bees"--house and barn raising bees, quilting bees, carding and spinning bees, rug bees for rug and carpet making, corn husking bees. When the men were ready to build a house or barn, or women had material ready to work up they would have a bee. Then the friends and neighbors, which in the small communities meant everyone, were invited to come and help. In this way they could accomplish a lot of work in a short time. The only expense was for the food furnished by the sponsor of the bee. These get-to-gathers were a source of entertainment and social contact which meant much to the pioneers of those days of hard work and last of amusement. It was a strenuous life.
Grandma Becky told me this story of one good old-fashioned working bee. In one place she lived her neighbors son had been called to go on a mission. He received his call on Sunday. There would be an opportunity for him to leave the following Sunday with someone who was going back across the plains. Every such chance must be taken advantage of, for there was no regular means of transportation. This was before the days of trains, truck and cars.
Her son was willing to go and preach the gospel, but he must have a suit of clothes first. All he now had was his ordinary work clothes. The sheep, from whose fleece the suit had to come was still wearing the wool.
Early next morning the young man and his father sheared the wool from the sheep, the neighbors learned of the situation and came together on the job. It was a busy week, but as a result of co-operative effort, the young missionary was ready on time. One Sunday the wool was on the sheep's back, by the next it had been clipped, cleaned, carded, spun, woven and made into a splendid suit and was on the missionary as he stood up before his friends and neighbors and delivered his farewell speech before leaving for this mission. This is an example of what unity of purpose and cooperative effort can accomplish.
Grandma Becky said she received all kinds of comments on her basket making. Everyone loved to watch her as she worked. One young boy (the smart alec type) after watching for some time said, "Grandma Becky, does anyone but squaws make baskets?" She accepted this as a joke and laughed when she told me about it. Another day a young girl was watching her and said, "Becky I dreamed last night somebody made me a basket." "Well, maybe they will some day," said Becky. "But," said the girl, "I dreamed last night you made me a basket." "Well, I didn't," said Grandma. These were funny little incidents we laughed about together.
She told me very impressively the story of the Haun's Mill Massacre. The details as she gave them were much the same as are recorded in church history but the manner in which she related them left a lasting impression on my youthful mind.
She said that she, with other members of her family, had been to Haun's Mill to visit her grandfather and had left for home about an hour before the mob came. She told about the old blacksmith shop where some of the murders were committed, of the young boy who crawled under the bellows to escape but the mob found and killed him, of another boy whose hip was shot away and who was left for dead, but was spared because his mother was inspired to know what to do to save him. She told me of the old well by the blacksmith shop where the bodies were thrown in a heap after the murders.
Agnes, to me, your grandmother was very much like your mother, in size, complexion, personal appearance, and general characteristics. I don't know how much education she had but do know that she was a very intelligent woman and though quite old when I worked with her, she lived a life of activity. We usually made a basket each day. Mine were small and crude in comparison with hers. When the basket was finished she usually went down to the river, which was only a short distance from her little home, and fished till almost dark. She was usually quite successful and brought some fish which she generously shared with me for lunch next day. I don't remember if she had a stove or not, but do remember her cooking the fish in a heavy fry pan on coals in front of the fireplace, and the delicious corn bread from the heavy iron bake skillet also on the coals. We also warmed the water to soak our willows, and make them pliable, on the fireplace coals.
Outstanding indeed in my childhood were the times when Grandma Becky took me fishing with her, after our days work was done. When I wasn't very successful she shared her fishing with me.
The day I was twelve years old she gave me a set of small, glass dessert dishes, which have been among my dearest treasures ever since. Three weeks later I was real happy when Mother went to town (Panguitch) and bought a nice piece of navy blue cashmere material and let me give it to Grandma Becky to make her a "Sunday dress'. She was so appreciative of any and every little kindness shown her.
In my mind I see now a little brown crockery jar that stood on the corner of her cupboard. It was highly glazed making it smooth and shiny. Each fall when the red berries were ripe she would fill it with jam. I often took a small loaf of freshly baked bread with me when I went to work, and have never tasted anything quite so delicious as a slice of it spread with a bit of the jam from the little brown jar on the corner of her cupboard.
"Uncle" had a mare named Pigeon (Pij for short) which they used to pull a cart or buckboard to get around occasionally. One fine spring day old Pij had a little colt which made us children all very happy. Not being able to take care of it themselves, when it grew older, with their usual kindness they gave the colt to my brother Moses, who loved and appreciated it very much. He soon got it "broke to ride" and it made an excellent cow pony which came in real handy. After Moses was killed the pony went to Eli and he too loved and appreciated it very much, especially at the time when part of our family were living up in Johnson Canyon ranching.
On the 24th of July Eli rode Junt (the pony) over to the main canyon where Uncle Jesse's family lived. This was the day that Wellington was shot and Eli rode on down to Hillsdale to get help.
Junt lived to be old but was finally found dead one morning, supposedly having been struck by lightning.