Thomas E Ricks
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Thomas E. Ricks was born on the frontier of America on July 21, 1828 at Donaldson Creek, Kentucky. His parents were converted to “Mormonism” in the year 1841. Tom did not commit to baptism in the church until after visiting Nauvoo, Illinois, in 1843 and hearing the Prophet Joseph Smith preach. Tom’s family moved to Nauvoo and purchased a farm there in 1845. Tom attended the first conference in the Nauvoo Temple and was ordained an Elder in the Priesthood at age 17.
As the Latter-day Saints fled their beautiful Nauvoo in the middle of winter, Tom drove a team across the frozen Mississippi River for the Charles C. Rich family, who were without means of transportation. The Ricks family later joined the Heber C. Kimball Company, which departed Winter Quarters on May 29, 1848, and arrived at the Elkhorn River, Nebraska, on the 1st of June.
On the morning of June 6, 1848 an alarm sounded in the camp that the Indians were driving off the cattle, which had been grazing across the river some two miles away. Four boys jumped on their horses and rode rapidly about six miles downriver when they suddenly came upon a party of about ten Indians, who immediately fired at them. Tom was hit with three balls. Two balls lodged in his kidneys and another hit his backbone. He fell from his horse and lay on the ground. The other three boys exchanged gunfire with the Indians as they fled the scene. One Indian approached Tom with knife in hand, apparently attempting to scalp him. When Tom put up his hand to protect his head it so startled the Indian that he changed his plan, took Tom’s gun, and hurried on down the river.
Years later Tom, speaking at a family reunion, told of a special spiritual experience that comforted him as he lay on the ground. While laying there weltering in blood, he thought of the condition of his father and family and how badly they needed his assistance, and wondering if he was going to die. While thus engaged in thought he heard a voice say audibly and clearly, “You will not die; you will live and go to the valley of the mountains and there you will do a great work in your day and generation.”
Tom was later rescued and floated across the river on a buffalo hide and transported to camp in a carriage. When the company doctor examined Tom, he thought it too dangerous to remove the rifle balls. He dressed the wounds and expressed the belief that Tom couldn’t live more than a few hours. Heber C. Kimball and other priesthood brethren administered to him and promised him in the name of the Lord that he should recover and live to see the Latter-day Saints become a mighty people in the midst of the Rocky Mountains.
The journey to the western mountains was very trying and painful to Tom. The first time he was able to leave the wagon was at Fort Laramie. By the time the wagon train reached the Salt Lake Valley he had almost recovered from his severe ordeal. The balls were never removed and Thomas carried them in his body throughout his life.
Thomas E. Ricks lived to see the fulfillment of the blessings he received. He was a true pioneer and was instrumental in the settling of the West. President Joseph F. Smith said at his funeral, “He will be remembered for his devotion to the Gospel of Jesus Christ and in doing whatever he was called to do; for his contribution to the exploration of St. George, Utah; Cardston, Alberta; and the settlements of Las Vegas, Nevada; Cache Valley; Utah and the development of the Snake River Valley and the founding of Ricks College in Rexburg, Idaho.”
Blessing by Martin H. Peck after Thomas E was shot by the Indians
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On June 6, 1848 as Martin Peck's own group approached the Heber C.
Kimball Co. they caused much excitement, for the Company had just a
short time before been attacked by Indians. They were soon assured by
the scouts that this was a group of Saints. During their attack by the
Indians one of the members of the Heber C. Kimball Company, Brother
Thomas Ricks had met with a very serious accident, and was lying on a
blanket under a wagon. Dr. Bernhisel, who was traveling in the same
Company of Saints had examined him and found that he was wounded by
three large buck shots having penetrated the small part of his back.
The doctors dressed his wounds but it was generally believed that he
could not long survive, that his life was only a matter of moments.
Martin H. Peck, being told of this, walked over to the man and taking
him by the hand said, "Do you have faith to be healed?" The man
replied, "I am pretty sorely hurt, brother, but I have faith it will be
as you say." At that, Brother Peck said, "I command you to arise in the
name of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, and to finish your work here
upon the earth." He arose immediately and came with the Saints to the
valley and lived a long and useful life.
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Sarah Eleanor Ricks
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Sarah Eleanor Ricks
Sarah Eleanor Ricks was born in Logan, Utah, 6 February 1861, the second child of Thomas Edwin Ricks and Tamar Loader Ricks.
She grew up in Logan and received as much education as was available at the time for pioneer children, she was taught the skills of hand work, weaving, spinning, knitting, sewing, and also cooking and housework. As a mother she was an expert manager in her home, everything was always in it’s place and clean, she taught this to her girls.
She was married to John Loader Dalling 27 June 1878 in the old endowment House in Salt Lake City, Utah. In the early years of their married life they made their home in Logan, Utah. While there, three children were born to them. The first, a son John Ricks Dalling was born 3 June 1879 and died the following winter from Membranous Croup, as it was called at that time. We know now that it was diphtheria. On 18 November 1880 a daughter was born and given the name of Sarah Eleanor, known as Ella and two years later a son Thomas Edwin was born 2 October 1882.
After the birth of Thomas, mother was very ill for over nine months. Grandmother Ricks took her to her home to care for her until she recovered. Mother’s sister took the children to her home and cared for them.
Soon after mother returned home to her family, Grandfather Ricks was called by the President of the Church to settle the Snake River Valley. He asked father to come up with him, father then left mother and came to Idaho. They stopped first at Eagle Rock, now Idaho Falls, then came on to what is now known as Rexburg, Idaho. They made several trips here before they moved their families. They had houses to build and other preparations to make first.
Father brought mother and their two small children up in a covered wagon with all their belongings they could crowd in. It was a long slow journey. When they reached the Snake River mother became very frightened at the sight of that big stream of water. She persuaded father to let her get out of the wagon and stand by the wheel, while they crossed on the ferry. She held tight to her two children with one arm and to the wagon wheel with the other arm. She was so thankful to get her feet on dry land again.
Father unhitched the horses to get a drink and graze for a short time while mother prepared some breakfast for them and as they were ready to eat father noticed the horses had strayed a short distance away, he thought he had better go bring them back. While he was gone two big Indians came up and ate their breakfast.
Mother was taken to her new home which was built of logs with a dirt roof and she said, “Do I have to live here?” She had it much better than most of the pioneers, as she had a wooden floor and a canvas white-washed for a ceiling and they brought their screen door with them from Logan. This was a luxury at that time.
After she saw some of the other homes she was thankful for her thoughtful husband who made things as nice and comfortable as he could for her. He promised her that some day he would take her back to Logan. She missed the beautiful mountains that she could see from her kitchen window there in Logan, but she made the best of everything and never complained.
In the early days in Idaho she worked very hard as did all the pioneers, they made butter, cured their own meat and even made their own lye from wood ashes to make their soap. They always had a few sheep on their farm and as soon as spring came father would shear them and mother would wash, pick and cord the wool. At first she would spin it and weave it into cloth for their clothes but later it was used for mattresses and corded for quilt bats.
Mother schemed every way to keep her children dressed nice and most all of their clothes were made over out of some clothes that were given to her by her relatives. She even wove their straw hats and knit their stockings.
Mother was a very nervus person, so afraid of the Indians that father persuaded her sister Amy and husband to take part of his homestead and build their home close by ours so she wouldn’t be so alone while he was away working on canals and etc. She was terribly afraid of mice and rats. They had so many at that time here in the valley.
She gave birth to eleven children, three in Logan, three in Rexburg, five in Salem, Idaho. They were:
John Ricks Dalling, born 3 June 1879 at Logan, died 18 January 1880.
Sarah Eleanor (Ella), born 18 November 1880 at Logan, Utah.
Thomas Edwin Dalling, born 2 October 1882 at Logan, Utah, died 21 August 1951 at Idaho Falls, Idaho.
Ann Dalling, born 10 August 1884 at Rexburg, Idaho, died 4 May 1950 at Sugar City, Idaho.
William Ricks Dalling, born 5 June 1887 at Rexburg, Idaho.
Emma Dalling, born 28 July 1889 at Rexburg, Idaho.
Luamelia (Lua) Dalling, born 17 August 1891 at Salem, Idaho.
Cora Dalling, born 1 December 1893 at Salem, Idaho, died 11 September 1934 at Sugar City, Idaho.
Marshall Ricks Dalling, born 11 May 1896 at Salem, Idaho.
Ray Ricks Dalling, born 24 August 1898 at Salem, Idaho.
Rhea (Reah) Dalling, born 14 December 1900 at Salem, Idaho.
Most of these children were born without the help of a doctor, just a mid-wife as they were called. I remember mother saying, “The Lord was kind to us, as the pain that we suffered at that time was taken away and we forgot everything.”
Mother worked hard each summer to can fruits and vegetables for their big family but she trained her girls to help. Everyone had their responsibilities and they were taught to take care of them. I remember one time when it was my turn to fill the reservoir on the old coal stove and I waited until it was dark. I was afraid of the dark but the reservoir had to be filled and it was my job. The pump was just a little ways out from the kitchen door and we had a platform out to the pump. I had to carry the water into the house in a bucket and it usually took from five to seven buckets. Mother let me leave the kitchen door open but even then it was dark. My brother Marshall thought he would have some fun so he went out the front door and came around the house and grabbed me. I was scared to death. He was reprimanded but the reservoir had to be filled. I made it but I also learned my lesson that there was a time to do that job.
Mother had poor health the last twenty years of her life but in spite of everything she kept her hands busy with something. I can remember during the winter months, when I was only a small girl how we would all tear carpet rags and sew the strips together for our carpets. We would put fresh straw under them to make them warmer and to help them wear longer. We used to love to run across the floor to hear the straw crack. We also use to sleep on straw mattresses. Every fall we would empty out the old straw, wash the covers and put in new straw, then sew up the middle and they were ready for use. That was fun too because when we went to bed that night we would sink down in the mattress.
We used to quilt several quilts every year, mostly in the winter. Most of the tops were pieced with material left over from our clothes, some from overall pieces. We all learned to quilt very young and we helped to get them ready to quilt as well. We used to help wash the wool, pick it and then cord it for our quilts.
During the first world war mother knit, sweaters and sox continuously. She taught us all to knit. We would knit the legs for the sox and she would do the feet. We all knit sweaters. We brought arms full of yarn home from the Red Cross and did all we could to help the poor fighting boys, my brother Marshall being one of them.
Mother’s eyes became very dim but she was so used to knitting that she used to say she didn’t need to see, she could feel and the knitting needles kept on clicking.
Mother and father were sweet-hearts all their married life and never went anywhere without the other.
On 21 October 1919 father passed away after a year of real suffering from Asthma. Mother’s heart was really torn from her. At that time her mother was living with us and she too was broken hearted. Father was like her own son to her. Mother was never well from that time on. She was in the L. D. S. Hospital in Salt Lake City every year from then on until her passing which was only seven years.
She never complained about her condition at any time and was so very patient. We all loved her dearly and remember the fine sayings and council she always gave us. I will always remember when I was eighteen years old, I came home from school, in fun, I said, “I am eighteen years old today and now I am my own boss.” She never looked up from her knitting but she said, “A good girl never is her own boss.” Many other fine words of counsel she gave us.
The Sunday before her passing she called us all together and talked to us in our turn and counseled us to always remember each others birthdays and to continue to love one another and to keep the family together. To be true to the teachings we had received in our home. We just know that she will surely have a place in our Father’s kingdom with her loved ones.
She passed away at her home in Sugar City on the 5 October 1926, at the age of sixty five years.
Written by her youngest child, Rhea (Reah) Dalling Pincock